Son of Sardaar 2 (सन ऑफ़ सरदार २)

Welcome the bride, O groom's mother.

The groom's brought his bride home.

Her face is radiant like the moon.

She can't stop blushing Looking at her husband.

Heer has found his Ranjha.

Forever they are now entwined.

A lover dictates his own fate to God.

Welcome the bride, O groom's mother.

Welcome the bride, O groom's mother.

Even the rising sun bows before him.

For he is the son of a fearless mother.

A child of the motherland A proud son of Punjab.

The son of Punjab.

The son of Punjab.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

The son of Punjab.

In his heart rages a storm.

The sky is his battleground.

In his heart rages a storm.

The sky is his battleground.

He's a fearless soul.

Can breathe life into the soil.

The world watches as he steps forward.

Has blessings of Guru.

People would gladly lay down their lives.

Wears the turban with pride.

Even God is his guardian.

His pace is swift like a panther.

The moon is his throne…

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

When he sees English, he gets a fever.

He attacks with local demeanor.

He can even cross the seven seas.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Ain't nobody got that grace.

He's the ace Don't be confused.

Nobody stands close to him They try to chase the pace.

The son of Punjab.

The son of Punjab.

The son of Punjab.

The son of Punjab.

The son of Punjab.

He cares as much As he's got courage.

Respects his folks Treats them as God.

He is a Singh Punjabi Always good with his friends…

What? Twins again?

Jassi, you've been blessed with twins again!

That's really good news.

- Where are you going? - You drive now. I am going.

Family is priority.

They expect love emotion from Jatt.

He stands tall like a wall.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Even when faced a wall of fire.

Can blow it away with a single roar.

Don't mess with him.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

The name creates a stir.

He's going to reign, make no error.

He's back, everyone's friend.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Whenever lions are needed.

He's the one you can count on.

Can easily strike his enemies down.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Oh, God! That hurts.

Praise the Lord.

Mother.

Mother.

My son's awake.

Why do you bring my tea upstairs?

I've said several times before that I'll come downstairs and drink it.

I keep telling you, let's hire some help for the house.

If the children still have to eat food made by a cook,

then what's the point of having a mother around?

Never.

Come. Drink the tea while it's hot.

If the visa doesn't come through this year either,

I'm calling Dimple back.

Then you can sit around eating pizzas and pastas your daughter-in-law makes.

Don't be so negative.

Everything will work out.

God always does what's best for everyone.

God…

What have you ever done for me that's good?

I want to know.

Can't you see my mother…

Doing the household chores at her age?

You don't?

And yet she keeps thanking you.

Even I wish to see…

My mother sit on the couch, eating.

Shout at the children.

Two kids running from one side, two more from the other,

yelling "Grandma." I want to see my house bustling with life.

But look…

It's totally silent. Like a graveyard.

You call this doing good?

Hasn't eleven years been long enough?

I've run out of fingers to count the years.

Dimple worked so hard to get her permanent status.

Even she has dreams.

I cannot call her back and crush her dreams.

Leave it.

I don't want to talk to you.

End of discussion.

Cut. Cut… today…

Cut.

I will drink.

I will keep drinking.

Try and stop me.

You may be God…

But even Sardars are persistent.

Stop me.

Hello?

- Hello? - Your visa came through, Jassi.

Get your ticket done and come over quickly.

Your visa has been approved. Don't delay any more.

Come soon.

I am at work. Will call you back later.

Son.

What happened, son?

My visa has been approved.

Lord… you answered my prayers.

You are unbelievable.

You never listen the easy way, do you?

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Son of Sardar.

Hi.

They are my friends. Robin and Disha.

- Hello. - Shall we? Come.

Where will you get off?

Back at home, people know how to take a hint.

I dropped plenty of hints at them,

but they don't seem to get it.

Coffee.

I want a divorce.

That's why I called you here.

I see. And we call the sun a lamp.

It's not easy to fool a Sardar.

You were trying to pull a prank on me.

Where is the surprise cake? Take it out.

I was wondering why your friends were acting so strangely.

They were planning a surprise.

Thank you, brother. Now, take the cake out.

- Come on. Take it out. - There is no surprise.

I am serious.

He's my boyfriend, Robin Kukreja.

We want to get married.

And anyway, there is nothing left between us.

How can you say that?

We swore before Guru Sahib to always be together.

What did I do wrong?

Is it my fault that your visa didn't get approved?

You don't know what it's like to live alone, how tough life can be.

Even I was alone.

You have a big heart. I don't.

I'm just an ordinary girl.

I have a share in the property.

So, please cooperate.

We should settle this among ourselves.

Why drag it to the court?

I kept waiting day and night for this.

The visa would have arrived earlier if you had actually applied for it.

Truly…

You made a fool of this Sardar.

No one knows the pain.

No one knows the pain.

The one who goes through The pain can understand it.

God, I have found no one who is mine.

MOTHER

Indian Punjabi wedding again.

Why can't you ever find a Pakistani event?

You always get us trapped among Sardars.

My dear wife, their money is worth three times more than ours.