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Students, I had told you to write four lines on your mother.

- Have you all written it? - Yes, teacher.

Very good.

Raju... Did you write it?

I'm asking you, did you write it? Come here.

You've not written anything.

Do you sleep in the classroom?

Answer me?

You won't speak like this. This stick will make you speak up.

Show me your hand.

Tell me. Tell me.

Tell me. Tell me.

Teacher, don't beat him.

How can he write about his mother? He has no mother.

- Hello. - Call from Delhi.

Call from Delhi. Hang on. Sir, your call from Delhi.

- Hello. - Prem.

Yes, Prem here.

- Shrivastav here. - Who? Shrivastav?

- Uncle Ramu. - Yes, dear?

- Who is father talking to? - To someone in Delhi.

Delhi? Delhi is so far away.

Forget Delhi, these days.

You can even talk to somebody in the sky.

- Even above the clouds? - Yes.

Don't worry. Your work will be done.

Come on, Raju. Freshen up. We'll have our meals.

Hello. Telephone exchange.

- I want God's number. - What? What number?

God's number. I want to talk to my mother.

Is your mother with God?

Yes. She died when I was born.

Tell her it's her Raju's call.

Hang on.

- Neeta. - Yes?

It's a boy. He wants God's number.

He wants to talk to his mother.

Talk to him. It'll make him feel better.

Get lost. Don't bore me.

Please. For my sake.

What's the harm in talking to him for two minutes?

Fine. Give.

Dear, talk to your mother.

- Hello. - Mother.

Mother, Raju here. Your Raju.

I know, son. Can't I recognise my Raju?

Mother, you've recognised me. How are you?

I... I'm fine.

I miss you a lot.

Take leave from God and come to me. Please.

Dear, I can't come. I'm helpless.

Why can't you come? Don't you love me?

I love you a lot, son.

Then why can't you come?

Have I erred, mother? I apologise.

Now I will neither err nor trouble you.

- But Raju, son. - Don't refuse.

I want to see you. I want to talk to you.

I want to sleep in your lap.

Don't cry, son.

You're my brave son.

Look, Mother. Let me tell you clearly.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

If you won't come, I'll starve to death.

No, son. Don't say that.

Then promise me you'll come on my birthday. Okay?

I'll come, son.

Don't forget, Mother.

I won't cut the cake until you come.

Your mother will surely come on your birthday.

Okay, Mother.

Father.

Mother is coming. I just spoke to her.

She said she'll surely come on my birthday.

Your mother will surely come, son.

She'll surely come on your birthday.

Raju, quickly cut the cake. I'm famished.

Not now. Only after mother comes.

After your mother comes? The dead don't come back.

My mother will surely come. She has told me.

He even spoke to his mother. It must be your mom's ghost.

You call my mother a ghost. I'll kill you.

The power failed.

What happened to the electricity?

Raju.

'As usual, father lied to me even today.'

'Even today, he didn't bring my mother.'

Laxmi.

Mother.

Son.

"It's a joyous day."

"I got what I wanted."

"It's a joyous day."

"I got what I wanted."

"Today my mother called me son."

"It's a joyous day."

"I got what I wanted."

"Today my mother called me son."

"Mother. My mother."

"Mother. My mother."

- Teacher. - Yes.

- My mother. - Is that so?

Aunt, she's my mother.

Yes, son.

"Mother, I've to grow up under your shelter."

"Holding your finger, I've to walk with you."

"You're the answer to my prayers."

"You're my God."

"You dwell in each temple and idol."

"It's a joyous day."

"I got what I wanted."

"Today my mother called me son."

Do you see what I'm seeing, Mainawati?

Yes, Tota.

My name is Totaram, not Tota.

Have your medicine on time. Don't forget it.

- Sister. My dear sister. - Brother.

My dear sister. Why did you leave us?

I swear. After getting married, I've become lonely.

- Really, sister. What do I tell you? - Brother.

He is shedding tears like a municipal drainage.

Not municipal drainage. Water pipe.

It's one and the same thing.

Brother-in-law. Now we won't leave you.

No. Don't cry, Totaram.

- If you want, you can stay with us. - Really?

Laxmi, take him inside. I'll meet the collector. -Okay.

Brother-in-law is great.

Brother-in-law seems to be an emotional guy, sister.

Have you got the bungalow, land and the wealth...

...transferred in your name?

Brother, don't worry.

Very soon everything will be ours.

Sister, we're ruined. We're doomed.

- Do you see this Will? - What is written in this Will?

This will is going to ruin my sister.

I got my sister married to widower Prem.

...to seize his wealth.

But things are different. Prem is worthless.

She's just the trustee. She has no right on the wealth.

Raju's mother was a cunning woman.

Before dying she bequeathed everything to Raju.

Oh, my God. It's terrible.

Not terrible. It's horrible.

That witch has also willed...

...that until Raju doesn't get married...

...and his wife's doesn't give her consent...

...Raju can't transfer the wealth to anyone else.

It's fine by us, but what about sister's to-be born child?

- He should get his right. - Yes.

My child will surely get his right.

Just watch, brother.

I'll cast such a spell on Raju...

...he'll chant "mother" day and night.

He'll live for his mother.

He'll die for his mother.

- How many tons have you sold? - 16 tons.

- Fine. Recover it on the route. - Okay, ma'am.

- Son. - Yes.

Do you know how educated this accountant is?

Mother, he's highly educated. He even speaks in English.

So why is he bowing down in front of us?

Because educated people respect others.

No. It's because we're really rich.

And your father has earned this wealth by farming.

He achieved this only by studying.

No, son. I'll explain it to you. Come along.

Yes. -Look, everybody bows to your father.

That man in black coat is a lawyer.

The one in the suit is the officer-in-charge.

The others too are educated people.

Only education can get you a job.

I don't want to be a servant. I'll be the master.

If you want to become a master, work in the fields.

Because the real wealth is in the ground, not in the books.

I'll work in the fields.

Very good. So what is the need for all this?

Give. I'll throw it.

Not this. Your name is written on this.

If you say so, I'll tear this.

Look, son.

This part of our land is lying barren for many years.

Forget crops, not even grass can grow here.

With your hard work, you've to turn this land into lush fields.

What are you doing?

You're handing a big task to this small child.

Even strong men couldn't grow a twig of grass here.

How can this child make this barren land lush?

Move.

Mother.

Mother.

Mother. -What are you doing? Put me down. Leave me.

Are you happy? Look how lush the fields are.

This was barren land.

I would've even turned a desert into lush land for you.

How can the son not obey his mother's command?

Has he put stones in his bag?

- Already you are tired? - This is the sixth bag.

I feel Ramesh is going for ever. I'm dead.

What are you whispering to your wife?