Anmol Ghadi

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I'll fly away in an airplane

You won't be able to catch me

I'll signal to you from far away and make you yearn for me

I'll look at you from the moon and then hide myself

On long and difficult paths...

streets and markets

My wheel speeds like a motorcar

The world speeds by

The sun goes by and so does the moon

A play of light and darkness

The world runs behind me...

while I move ahead

I'll hold your hand and take you far away

You won't be able to get hold of me

I'll fly away in an airplane

You won't be able to catch me

Get down, dear. Boss will be going to the party.

I won't. Come, Chander, you, too, should accompany us.

- Come down, Lata. I'm getting late. - No, I will accompany you.

- Children don't attend parties. - Then why is mother going with you?

I am not going. Come on, come down.

No, father. I will accompany you.

You're such a nice girl. I, too, get you whatever you ask for.

Didn't I get you a toy cat which made sounds when pressed?

What would you like to have today? Tell me!

All right. Give me this watch.

- All right. - Why're you insisting? Come down.

Don't say anything now. Here, take it.

Come on, Chander. Let's play. It's such a nice watch.

No, go with your mother.

Come here. Come on, come here

What say? If you're seen around, I will beat you.

Come on. Get lost.

Let's go.

Mother, get me a watch.

Just a while ago, Lata's father gave her such a nice watch.

Where would I get you one?

Mother, if you don't get me one, who else will?

I want a watch!

- What's this? - It's wheat.

What's it used for?

Do you think I'm a child? You sell wheat flour.

- What becomes of the wheat flour? - You bake bread and we eat it.

You're right. If we don't eat bread, we can't survive.

But one can survive without a watch.

- Mother, why do people wear a watch? - Not everybody...

Only the fortunate ones can own a gold watch.

Your father, too, had a gold watch.

Give me that one.

- That one... - What happened to it?

That watch got crushed in the form of wheat-flour...

and consumed by us in the form of a bread.

You used to say he'd surely return one day.

Son, let me tell you truthfully today.

Your father was taken away by God.

God left you behind with me as a reminder of your father.

And I wonder why God has left me behind.

I think about it for hours. But I can't understand anything.

Son...

Ladies and gentlemen...

I feel so sad to inform you that...

our dear Deputy has been transferred to Bombay.

To tell you the truth...

there hasn't been a better supporter of us poor people.

We sincerely pray that wherever he lives, he should be happy.

I am so thankful for the love of all you people.

I am truly saddened to be distanced from you.

Who knows, I might get an opportunity to serve you all once again.

I once again thank all of you.

- Where is Lata? - I don't know.

Just check. She must be playing there with Chander.

Go and fetch her quickly. It's time for the train.

All right.

- We're leaving for Bombay. - Why?

Father says we've been transferred to Bombay.

- When will you return, Lata? - Mother says we won't come back.

- Then when will we meet? - When you come there.

- With whom will I come? - With your father.

I told mother yesterday to write a letter to father...

and get me a watch like Lata has.

But she said that he can't get one. Neither can he come.

- Where is he? - In God's home.

- God doesn't let my father come. - If you like my watch, take it.

- What will you do, then? - My father will get me another.

Here, take it.

Whenever I feel like playing with you, I'll play with your watch.

Wait, Lata. Let me also give you something.

Dear, the train is ready. Everybody is getting angry. Come on.

- Wait, I'm coming. - We'll all leave you..

You'll be left alone. Here I go.

Wait, I'm coming.

Lata! Lata!

The toy has broken, my child. It's broken

Your life is full of sorrows

The toy has broken

Everything is in god's hands

We are mere puppets

All of us are like toys, good and bad

Go ahead. Buy the toys

They are better than people

Buy an idol of god, buy a map of India

This is from Japan

This is Lallu, this is Gyan

This is Kallu, this is Pran

Why are you crying Chandrabhan?

Don't cry, my child! You are a son of the motherland

Buy a bow and arrow

Buy some cigarettes and 'paan'

My toys cost only two annas. Go ahead kids. Buy them

There are paper-made toys, too, which don't break easily

The toy has broken, my child. It's broken

Your life is full of sorrows

The toy has broken

Everything is in god's hands

We are mere puppets

- Where were you, son? - Lata has left.

I'm asking you where you were.

I was sitting and staring at the places...

where I used to play with Lata.

- Why are you wasting time? - Why did Lata go away, mother?

How can big and small be together?

Lata isn't big. She's my own age.

She's as old as you.

But she was born into an affluent family.

And she'll be married to a wealthy man.

- Mother, won't I ever see her again? - Why not? You surely can.

But to meet Lata, you'll have to study...

- and do some very good work. - I'll study hard, mother.

I'll do everything so I can see Lata again.

May God make it happen.

Come, eat food now.

Renu, such an enchanting name!

She writes equally well.

But how did you know about Chander and Lata's childhood events?

I'll have to ask you that when I visit you in Bombay.

In Bombay I'll have to search for you and someone else, too.

Search for whom, you might ask? Lata, I would answer.

And who's Lata?

There was a girl.

Why are the memories of the past coming back to me?

Sorrowful tales...

and sad melodies

Why are they playing?

Why are they haunting me?

My smiling face..

Hides many tears

Why are the memories of the past coming back to me?

I wonder why I can't forget...

the people of my past

I can't stop the melancholy churning within

I'm like a fire..

Whose flame is dying out

Why are the memories of the past coming back to me?

I tried a lot, but Chander couldn't study very much.

Now he's become fond of making sitars.

I wanted him to be educated and become an inspector.

You, too, used to be known as the constable.

You too were so fond of playing sitar.

Remember, you used to say that a skill is far better than a job.

May God bring him success in this field.

And may your name become glorious.

Eat your meal, dear. What are you thinking?

- Nothing. - You're surely thinking something.

Mother, shall I go to Bombay?

Bombay? What made you think of going to Bombay?

Come on, eat your meal now. Who will give you food there?

- I am not a child, mother. - Of course not.

Open your mouth. Open.

You can't even eat food yourself. And you want to go to Bombay.

Here...

Here, take more.

- Yes? - Is it ready?

- But I don't make knives. - I mean, is my sitar ready or...?

- There's still more to do. - You've been saying that for six months.

- You seem to be an idiot. - What did you say?

What's six months? It might take fifteen years to do it properly.

Return it to me untuned. It might not get tuned even in this lifetime.

That too is possible. There's your sitar. You may take it away.

How wonderful! This is how business should be.

It takes fifteen years to tune a sitar...

or maybe you just haven't learned how to tune a sitar?

Prakash! When did you come from Bombay?

I wrote dozens of letters. But you didn't reply to any.

I've only come to meet your mother.

Why are you getting angry? I couldn't find time to reply.

I can see that. You didn't even make one sitar in six months!

You really are wasting your time.

Times are such that artists don't have any future.

This desolate Jehanabad has no admirers.

I've written a thousand times to come to Bombay...

invest as much money as you like, and open a shop. I've no objections.

But you're one of those who prefers to lead the same life.

A lot of your life has already been spent.

Some of it remains. That too will pass away.

You're prepared to die here. But not to go to Bombay.

It's possible that we poor people might not like...

the affluent atmosphere of your Bombay city.

You aren't too educated. You developed a liking for sitar.