Hariyali Aur Rasta

Father, we have been travelling for 2 days.

When will we reach Darjeeling?

I'm more eager than you.

I'll be meeting Ramakant, my childhood friend.

I don't know, why he has called me.

You will be talking to uncle.

What am I going to do?

Play with Shankar.

Who is Shankar? - Ramakant's son?

He is just like you.

That's fine.

Father and uncle. Shobhna and Shankar.

Father. - Yes.

Darjeeling is a nice place.

Very nice and high.

Snow-clad mountains, tall trees and cool breeze.

Darjeeling is going to be fun! - Lots of fun!

Look.

How are you? - When did you arrive?

Day before yesterday. - Greet him.

Greetings. - Live long.

Where is Ramakant? - Inside.

Greetings. - Greetings.

He is Shankar, isn't he? - Yes.

All grown up.

Greetings. - Greetings.

What's your name? - Shobhna.

Very sweet name.

Come inside? Come.

Dear, you come with me.

Ramakant, look who is here.

Shivnath. - Ramakant, my friend!

Shivnath.

My friend.

How are you, Ramakant?

All right.

I invited you for a reunion of childhood friends.

Who knew,

I'll have a sudden heart attack?

You will be fine.

I have no regrets.

Shivnath is with me. Maybe you don't know this.

My son Shankar is to be engaged to Hitendra's daughter Rita.

This is really good news.

Mr. Hitendra, call for you.

Shankar's marriage with Rita,

was my wife's last wish.

I will not be able to fulfil this last wish.

You must, Shivnath.

Don't talk like this. You'll attend Shankar's wedding.

If that was to be, would I have made you a trustee in my will?

Why me, Ramakant?

I will tell you.

In that safe,

there's a green file. It contains my will.

Fetch it.

Ramakant?!

Ramakant?!

Hitendra?

Yes Shankar, what I'm saying is true.

Father told me that those who die, become stars.

So that their children may watch them every day.

But Shobhna, sometimes stars fall out of the sky.

That's what your tears do.

Don't cry, Shankar.

I won't cry ever again.

Enough son.

Ramakant's son is mine. Don't worry for him.

I have a month's leave. I'll take care of Shankar.

I can't stay because of business.

I must go to Calcutta.

You arrived in the nick of time. - Nick of time?

I came to see my friend, not to see him off.

Come.

What are you saying, lawyer? - Yes.

In this will Mr. Ramakant has appointed you trustee.

You must stay on.

No! I can't do this.

If I stay here, Ramakant's memories will haunt me.

I can't.

Will you desert your friend's son?

Mr. Sharma, according to the will,

Shankar is supposed to marry Mr. Hitendra's daughter.

He will take care of Shankar.

Make him the trustee. I'll execute the papers.

Late Ramakant was related to Mr. Hitendra.

Mr. Shivnath, there's a difference between a relative and a trustee.

A relative is just a relative. A trustee has to do with faith.

Ramakant had immense faith in you.

He loved you very much.

C'mon now. How long will you take?

Coming, darling.

Mary had a little lamb, his feet were as white as snow.

Mary, you are mine. May I ask you where my,

darling wife wants to take her dear husband,

Mr. Joseph Mahender Singh Bahadur, the manager,

Green Field Tea Estate Private Limited?

We are visiting Shankar and Shobhna.

Very good.

I wish we had our little ones, too.

A little Joseph Mahender Singh Bahadur,

who'd scream Mummy and hug you.

But we don't have children at all.

My toffee! - Yes, everyone gets his.

Here come the kids.

Kids, but not ours.

They are ours. - Yes, very good.

Shall we? - Sure.

Even I am a kid, give me a toffee on the way?

Let's come here everyday and write our names.

But how? We have to leave.

You aren't going anywhere.

Uncle is staying right here. - Then it's going to be fun.

I won't ever leave.

Every day we'll come here to write our names.

Right Shankar?

Where is he gone? Shankar!

I'm a born tea-planter.

My mother gave birth to me,

when she was plucking tea leaves.

I understand.

I'm sorry, sir.

From plucking the leaf, to making tea,

I can teach you all in a day.

I'll make your life. - You talk too much.

Sorry again, sir.

You needn't make my life.

Just help me get on with my job. I'm new.

But Joseph Mahender Singh Bahadur is not new.

As long as Joseph lives,

I'm sorry, you mustn't worry.

Go back to Calcutta and sleep.

Never mind, I'll explain everything.

Shobhna.

'If you're in love, stop cribbing.'

'Wait and watch, what happens next.'

What happens?

God knows.

I sat up all night, praying for love.

God knows, what will happen next.

My heart is weaving dreams of love.

God knows, what will happen next.

I've been praying for love.

I cannot speak it and I can't keep myself from saying it.

I cannot speak it and I can't keep myself from saying it.

All night I toss and turn, this heartache I can't bear.

Sleep eludes my eyes.

God knows, what will happen next.

My heart is weaving dreams of love.

God knows, what will happen next.

I've been praying for love.

The flame of love was lit in my heart ever since I was a child.

The flame of love was lit in my heart ever since I was a child.

I'm your love. You are my handsome fellow-traveller.

My heart sings in your love.

God knows, what will happen next.

I sat up all night, praying for love.

God knows, what will happen next.

I've been praying for love.

Whenever you look into my eyes, my heart tells me.

Whenever you look into my eyes, my heart tells me.

We will stay among the stars.

For we have traded love.

For me, your face is as resplendent as the moonlit night.

God knows, what will happen next.

I sat up all night, praying for love.

God knows, what will happen next.

I've been praying for love.

Great, Mr. Shankar! He's engaged to Ms. Rita, away in Calcutta.

In Darjeeling, he romances Ms. Shobhna.

God knows, what will happen next. - Manager!

Who is it now?

Manager, where are you going? - Here..

You owe me money for 4 bottles.

Stop screaming.

So what if I owe you? Am I dead?

I'm a gentleman.. - You talk too much.

Mr. Gurung, I have a deal going.

The cargo leaves the factory and money in my pockets.

Really?! - Yes.

I owe you for four. - Just four.

Let me have one more.

Day after tomorrow, I'll pay you for all 5.

C'mon, take it. - C'mon.

Greetings uncle. - Come son.

Look.

Uncle, this house will have 5 rooms.

Two bedrooms, drawing room, dining, kitchen.

The drawing room windows open out on the tea garden.

Nice design. - Do you like it?

Why do you need another house?

I'm building this one for you.

For me? - Yes.

Because you don't live with me.

Uncle, you have been like a father to me.

I don't like you living in an outhouse and I in that bungalow.

Son, between us, there's a difference.

What difference?

I mean, you are the owner. I'm your trustee.

For me, you have always been both.