Bewafaa

There is only one God. He is the Eternal Truth,

He is the creator of the Universe,

He is beyond fear, beyond hatred, and Omnipresent,

He is free from birth and death,

He is self-existing as realised by the True Guru.

Tell me what it means.

What does it mean?

I know what it means.

There's just one God.

Just one God.

He is the Eternal Truth.

He is the Eternal Truth.

Eternal Truth is God.

Eternal Truth is God.

He's the creator of everything. He does it all.

He is absent of fear. He doesn't fear anyone.

He has no enemies either.

He does not discriminate.

Just one God, the Supreme Lord,

who nobody can ever defy.

Nobody can disturb His trust,

His peace, His faith.

He is self-existing as realised by the True Guru.

That is God.

Realised by the True Guru.

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!

Hail the Lord! Victory to the Lord!

Have some offerings.

That makes for a good beginning of the day.

What a beautiful day!

And Anjali's still asleep! Go and wake her up.

Okay.

Good morning, Anjali. Rise and shine, darling.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Mom, let me sleep some more.

No, as your dad says,

those who sleep always lose out.

And I don't want my beautiful daughter

to lose out a single moment of this glorious morning.

So get up, Anjali. Wake up.

Mom, what's the exact time?

Speak to me in Hindi.

Talk to me only in Hindi. It makes your dad happy.

Okay, mom.

What's the time exactly?

Now don't ask me for the Hindi translation of 'exactly'.

I'll have to check that in my Hindi dictionary.

Right now, it's 9:30:51.

What?

Oh my gosh, I am horribly late.

What are you late for, Anjali?

But your classes don't start until late in the afternoon, do they?

So what are you late for?

Well... There's this...

Today's Friday, mom.

The latest movie from Bollywood is going to release today.

Vidhu, Shivani and I were going to catch the morning show.

Really? The whole of the Indian community must be there.

I'll go with you too.

Oh no, mom! My friends are going to be very reserved around you!

There will be no fun. - Really?

Hi! Listen, I know I'm late,

but I'll be there exactly at 10:30, okay?

Don't sulk. Bye for the moment.

To whom were you speaking?

Who are you talking to?

I was talking to Shivani, mom.

Go on now. Let me get ready.

Wear some nice clothes.

The entire Indian community must be present there.

Your daughter, mom. - Okay.

Sorry, God, I had to lie at the beginning of the day.

But this Western mother of mine is stricter than Indian mothers.

Had I told her whom I was really going to meet,

I would've been in trouble.

Hi, Indian Raja.

The pop star of tomorrow.

Sorry.

Mom says I must speak Hindi.

Hi, Indian Raja.

Superstar of tomorrow.

Hi, baby.

Sorry. As your mom says, you should always speak Hindi.

Hello, sweetheart. Miss Anjali Dehal.

You are 21 years of age.

And still, you have to meet your boyfriend on the sly.

What do you call boyfriend in Hindi?

'Premi' as in paramour, right?

You compose songs for the girls

who go out on the sly to see their boyfriends.

If there are no secrets, there would be no thrill in romance.

And without romance,

there's nothing.

Now tell me something.

What will you do if your parents catch you lying someday?

I'll say I don't recognise you.

But I'll still come to see you secretly.

Wow! You seem to be in a great mood today!

First, you come here late. Then you make these tall claims.

Who else would I try to impress?

Now you tell me. Which song are you going to sing for me today?

In which language would you like to hear it?

Hindi, English, Spanish or Punjabi?

Hindi!

In any case, everyone here will understand the language of love.

Really?

So let me see how much you love me.

"The one I've lost my heart to..."

"The one I've lost my heart to..."

"Is a sweetheart."

"Is a sweetheart."

"She is my love, my faith."

"She is my love, my faith."

"She is my sweetheart."

"She is my sweetheart."

"The one I've lost my heart to..."

"The one I've lost my heart to..."

"Is a sweetheart."

"Is a sweetheart."

"I wish to stroke your tresses."

"And hold you tight in my embrace."

"I wish to stroke your tresses."

"And hold you tight in my embrace."

"To kiss your lashes."

"And sway in your love."

"I desire to dream about you."

"To make you mine."

"To hide you in the depth of my heart."

"And steal you from yourself."

"The one who is the most enticing of them all."

"The one who is the most enticing of them all."

"She is my sweetheart."

"She is my sweetheart."

"The one I've lost my heart to..."

"The one I've lost my heart to..."

"Is a sweetheart."

"Is a sweetheart."

"I have loved you, my love."

"All that I have done is to wait for you."

"I have loved you, my love."

"All that I have done is to wait for you."

"Please do not walk out on me."

"I have placed all my trust in you."

"I will remain immersed in your thoughts."

"And face all odds for you."

"God has created you for me."

"That's what I'll tell the world."

"The one who has cast her spell on me."

"The one who has cast her spell on me."

"Is a sweetheart."

"Is a sweetheart."

"The one I've lost my heart to..."

"The one I've lost my heart to..."

"Is a sweetheart."

"Is a sweetheart."

"She is my love, my faith."

"She is my love, my faith."

"Is a sweetheart."

"Is a sweetheart."

"Beautiful! You are so beautiful!"

"My love."

'Announces the arrival of flight 111 from New Delhi to Montreal.'

Hi. - Hi.

Hi, mom.

Love you, my dear. - I missed you, mom!

Oh, I missed you too.

Hi, dad. - Aarti, my dear, bless you!

Aarti, don't get sentimental.

If you cry, so will mom and dad. And I'll have to follow suit.

And we'll have a tear-jerker right out

of a Bollywood flick here at the Canadian airport!

We Indians rather enjoy crying more than laughing.

So let's go home and cry to our heart's content.

I don't believe this.

I can't get over this thing.

You are pregnant for five months.

And you didn't even tell us before. - No.

And nobody figured it out.

Wow.

What a fabulous figure!

Half western, you see.

Or I'd have looked 10 months pregnant

after eating the greasy stuff of Delhi!

Aarti, you are my sister.

You can never look anything but fantastic.

But how could you do this?

How could you hide it from dad, mom and me?

As if we'd have begrudged you your happiness.

I am sorry, Anjali.

But you know I've been married for ten years.

After three miscarriages, I was so demoralised.

I had decided not to tell you until the fifth month of pregnancy.

I wanted to be sure that

I would certainly become a mother this time.

I didn't want to give you folks any false hopes.

He also agreed with me.

Your husband?

He must be thrilled to bits.