Parvarish (परवरिश)

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Glory to You. Glory to You

You are the benefactor

You are the light of the world

You are infinite

You are beyond time

You wield a disc

Accept...

my prayer

You did a wise thing.

You admitted your wife to the hospital for her delivery.

Yes. I thought all of you were insisting.

Thakur, you know it's our first child at this age.

That's what I'm saying.

At times there are some complications during delivery...

which get aggravated if there is a midwife.

Thakur, does that happen?

Yes, but not in a hospital.

Sit. Sit.

Not in a hospital.

You got scared as if instead of your wife...

you're giving birth.

Thakur, you're...

Thakur, you know we really wanted to have a child.

If God wills, everything is fine.

Jaswant, don't be afraid. Everything will be fine.

Okay.

Thakur. Thakur.

Jaswant. Jaswant.

The nurse is calling you.

Okay.

I'm Thakur Jaswant Singh.

Congratulations, Thakur. You've been blessed with a boy.

Congratulations, Thakur.

A son! Nurse!

Thakur, it's a boy.

Thakur, congratulations on your son.

Nurse, I...

Nurse, take this necklace.

No. If you wish to give something, put it in the charity box.

I'll fill that box completely.

Okay, you may see your wife.

- Is he my son? - Yes.

- I... - Not now.

Come.

- It's a boy. - Yes. This is also a boy.

Seven pounds.

Such a sweet child!

But the poor boy's mother died.

Dear, congratulations.

God heard our prayer late. But He gave us a good reward.

Who does he look like?

Did you see him?

Not yet.

After giving him a bath, he'll be brought to his mother.

Okay.

Fire. Fire.

There's a fire. There's a fire. There's a fire.

Hello.

Fire brigade.

There's a fire. A fire.

The storeroom has caught fire. Come quickly.

Bring water. Water.

Bring water. Water.

Jaswant!

Thakur.

My son.

My son.

What happened?

Somebody switch off the main power quickly.

Nurse. Nurse.

Doctor. Doctor, where's my son?

Doctor, I am Thakur Jaswant Singh.

Nurse.

Give Thakur his son.

Doctor, my son?

Yes. Go, Thakur.

Okay. Come on. Come.

He's the one.

Choose one, Thakur.

Choose? What should I choose?

Nurse, I want my son, my child, my life.

Due to the fire they got mixed-up.

Nothing doing!

They're not dogs' or cats' offspring...

that they're easily distinguishable.

He is not an orphan's son.

He is Thakur Jaswant Singh's son.

Go and call your supervisor.

Gather the entire hospital here.

Don't choose but check and tell me which is my son?

Go.

Go.

He... he still hasn't returned with our child.

Don't worry, sister-in-law. I'll go and see.

I am extremely sorry, Thakur.

Actually, to save the babies from the fire...

somebody left them here together.

They've gotten so mixed up, it's difficult to identify them.

Were their nurses dead?

That's what happened, Thakur.

They have also died.

Doctor, it's the question of life and death.

It's the matter of children. It's not a game.

- I understand everything. - No, doctor.

Doctor, our child is our support.

He's the heir of our dying lineage.

Do anything, doctor. Do anything.

Tell me with certainty which is my child.

Tell me.

What's the matter, Jaswant?

Thakur, I'm ruined.

Did you see what happened?

- But what happened? - Come. Come with me.

My son has been mixed up with another baby.

No evidence. No mark. Which one is mine?

Human children have become babies of animals.

Be patient, Jaswant.

Doctor, who are the parents of the other baby?

I'll have to check the register for that, Thakur.

Let's go to the office. Come, Jaswant.

Don't worry, Jaswant. Come.

- Thakur. - Come, Jaswant.

The boy's father's name isn't mentioned here.

- Thakur, he's the son of a famous courtesan... - What?

A courtesan's son?

Oh, God.

God, what have You done?

We prayed so hard for our child.

We went to so many holy places.

God, what have You done?

What have You done?

Believe me, Thakur.

If it was within my means I would have surely helped you.

In such a situation we will take both the babies.

Thakur!

I won't bring a courtesan's child to my house.

I won't even touch him.

Doctor, give me my son.

Otherwise I won't spare your hospital.

Jaswant, use your brains!

Thakur, why don't you understand?

Why don't you understand?

One is yours.

If the other child's guardian takes both the babies...

do you know what will happen?

- No. - A cuckoo's egg will be hatched by a crow.

No, Thakur.

Doctor, we'll take both babies.

This is called a stroke of luck.

He had gone to bring one. And he brought two.

Thakur, I had heard when God gives, He gives abundantly.

But today I found out even hospitals dole out abundantly.

Who knows? Maybe he brought the child home as he was his son...

and the last memento of the dying woman.

It's possible, Thakur.

Appearances are deceptive.

Who can recognize a man in the dead of the night?

Thakur.

Stop your nonsense.

There's a limit to everything.

Killing a dying man. Is this justice?

This poor man is grief-stricken.

And you're rubbing salt in his wounds.

You should feel ashamed.

Not we, but he should feel ashamed.

He's brought a courtesan's son home.

Not forever.

Only until it's proven which is Thakur's child...

and which is the courtesan's child.

But, Thakur, you're forgetting.

If a drop of poison falls in a pot...

both the water and the pot are thrown away.

Do you think anyone will give his daughter in marriage...

to the family with a courtesan's child?

I'll do it.

- Thakur, you... - Yes, Jaswant.

It's my word. Thakur Harnaam Singh's.

If God blesses me with a girl, she'll come...

to your house as your daughter-in-law.

Thakur.

But, Thakur, how will you know which one is his son?

The moon cannot hide behind black clouds for long.

Someday blood will speak up, for sure.

I'll decide which one is Thakur's son...

and which is the courtesan's son.

Thakur. Thakur.

I'm speaking the truth, ma'am.

If you give me your child, I'll shed my blood for him.

But I won't even touch this sinner.

A child's mother is a courtesan.

What is the poor child's fault?

People will point fingers at us and say...

we nursed a courtesan's child.

Who'll let us enter their house?

Ma'am, listen to me. Call nannies from the courtesans' locality.

You're giving me a lecture.

All of you leave.

Why are you standing? Leave. All of you leave.