Mere Mehboob (मेरे महबूब)

Anwar Hussain is bound to win tonight's poetry competition.

I'm willing to bet anything from Rs.1 to RsJOO.

You're on for a bet. You're my witnesses.

Lala Rastogi will win the gold medal this year.

Are you embarrassed to call me Ghayal ?

I'm a poet, you know. No ordinary one.

If I don't win, GhayaPs not my name.

But I won't win. Because Anwar's my friend.

Did that penetrate your brain ? - You penetrated our group.

I'm sorry. I'm off now.

All the girls are talking about you.

Everyone says that you will win the Urdu poetry competition his year.

Pal, if you want to win recite your poem to me.

And get Binda Din GhayaPs expert opinion.

Ghayal, tonight's poetry competition ?

I don't have a single poem to recite.

Not a single poem ? Why ever not ?

My heart and my brain just haven't been obeying me.

I was awake all night.

I see. As usual you must have eaten too much.

And now you must have a stomach ache.

You idiot. Not a stomach ache. A heart ache.

You knowl haven't found the girl in purdah yet.

The college will close for the holidays today.

Everyone will go home. So will she.

My friend. Think of something so I can find her.

Listen. Everyone knows...

You'll will be reciting a poem at the contest tonight.

If she loves you

She's bound to come to see you tonight.

Recite a poem. In which you address your beloved

And reveal your heart to her.

Tell her you weep for her. You're dying for her.

Present yourself at the poetry contest.

The contest will end. You wish will be fulfilled.

But where's the time to compose a poem ?

There are 2 hours yet.

Where there's a will there's a way.

Get your act together.

This is my first poem!

We now present the young poet from Aligarh.

"My beloved"

"I swear upon my love"

"Let your beautiful eyes assure me of your love"

"Return my lost joy to me"

"You are the vision of my dreams"

"Your image haunts me away and night"

"My every heartbeat calls out to you"

"Assure me your tomorrows will be mine"

I cannot forget your beauty"

"We met in a chance encounter"

"Athousand poems lay scattered at our feet"

I dedicated them all to your voice.

"How can I forget that first time?"

Your eyes intoxicated me.

"Lightning thrilled my very being"

"When I touched your velvet hands"

"Assure me those hands will be mine"

"I caught but a glimpse of you once"

"I long to meet you again"

"Your shadow is a beautiful Taj Mahal to me"

"Let me woo you on a starlit night"

"Let your fragrant curls assure me of your love"

"I seek you everywhere"

"My hopes near exhaustion"

"I dare to hope but one more day"

"Who knows where we'll be tomorrow?"

"Gift me the assurance of your gaze!"

"Appear before me, unveil your face"

"You alone can cure my loneliness"

"This separation pains me"

"Let these memories sustain my heart"

Anwar, that was terrific.

My heart tells me Your beloved

Must have been moved by your song.

She must be searching for you.

Look over there.

What are you staring at ? It's her. Go on.

Go ahead.

Anwar, what a poem that was.

We went out of our minds. Good day.

She's gone. Damn these people.

They just don't let 2 lovers come together.

Never mind if you couldn't see her face.

You must have got her name and address ?

You didn't ? Oh, no !

You had better forget all about her then.

You won't find her in this lifetime.

Because you are going to Lucknow.

Well, that's the end of that. Let's go.

Porter, wait.

Husna! Keep this ticket with you.

I'm in the next compartment.

I hope I'm not troubling you.

Not at all. Move, will you ?

Good day, Nawab.

I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you.

You don't know me. You know my father very well.

Seth Kanhaiyalal Rastogi. - Oh, You're Mr. RastogFs son.

Yes. Binda Din Ghayal.

This is my friend Anwar Hussain Anwar.

He's also a very good poet.

This is Nawab Buland Akhtar. Good day.

Please sit down. Do sit down.

I'm so glad we met. It'll be a pleasant journey.

Yes... We two crazy people will have a great time.

But there are three of us. - How could I call you crazy ?

Well, Anwar, here's Lucknow.

Don't forget your promise. Meet me in Lucknow.

Very well.

Ghayal, why don't you come with me?

I'll drop you on the way.

Daddy must have sent the old rattle trap.

Gulabbo

How many times have I told you not to yell ?

I'm not deaf, you know. - Move back.

Useless woman!

What are you staring at? Go and tell the Begum

A Mr. Anwar has come from Aligarh.

Do sit down. - Thank you.

Madam, a Mr. Anwar from Aligarh is here. - Anwar!

My brother! - Sister!

Bless you.

Have a sweetmeat, son.

Try this one , son.

I've had enough of this stuff.

I've a yen for something else now.

Tell me. What would you like? I'll send for it immediately.

What I want... isn't to be found in shops.

If you want to get it for me... Then order some sorrow quickly.

Sorrow ?

Yes. Put sorrow on my plate, father.

Give me tears, Mother. To sharpen my wits.

If not for ever, at least for a short term loan. I want that.

Very good. Did you hear that?

Do you see the interest our son has...

in improving the family business?

This reminds me of my youth.

My father used to charge a very small interest.

Still he doubled the business. And I doubled it again.

Now my brilliant son will increase it ten fold.

People'll say Kanhaiyalal RastogFs son Binda din Rastogi is very -

No. Not Binda din Rastogi. Binda din Ghayal.

- Ghayal ? son, who's made you "Ghayal",

Where is your wound ?

This isn't a wound that can be seen.

It can only be heard.

Can't be seen ? Can be heard ?

Why can't it be shown ?

It's in a delicate place. In my heart.

I'm Ghayal from head to toe. From head to toe?

Have you got lots of wounds?

Did the hooligans of Aligarh beat you up ?

Who dare beat me ?

I'm the one who beats everyone in poetry.

I'm the best in poetry reading sessions.

I'm the king of poets. Ghayal is my pen name.

Oh, so Ghayal is your pen name?

Our son has become a poet.

He must be given some sort of reward.

Do it with a generous heart.

I bow before you. Friend, give me whatever comes to mind.

Did you hear that? He calls his father his pal?

What are you doing ?

In order to bring me up and educate me...

you were forced to become a dancer.

You joined the theatre.

But by the grace of God, our problems are over now.

I have completed my education. I'm back now.

Now I'll look after you And you can stay at home

God bless you. How fine boy you are!

How much you care for me! - You have done so much for me.

Only a mother would do that much for her child.

A child's heaven is at his mother's feet.

But my heaven is at my sister's feet.

May every brother be like you!

Anwar, I shall be madly happy-

...when you return from abroad as great a doctor

...as your late father was.

I've never disobeyed you.

From childhood till now.

You sent me away from you. I stayed away.

You didn't let me call you my sister.

I've been longing to do that.

But I never called you sister before anyone.

But now I won't let you work in the theatre.

And I will call you sister.

Will you acknowledge me as your sister ?

You'll lose your prestige in society.

Society won't respect you.

I don't care about society.

Until yesterday, I was a weakling.

I didn't have the strength to fight the world.

But now I won't let you work.

No, no. My hopes will be destroyed.

My dreams will be frittered away.

Anwar, my brother, for God's sake, bring that day to mind.

Our father died.

Our relatives thought us as good as dead.

They started torturing us.