Guide

Well Mr Raju, you're out. All the best.

Thank you very much, jailer.

Look!

My city... my home.

Remember those times? Your life... your loves...

Hurry, Mummy! I'm hungry!

You must wash your hands before eating.

I'll miss the bus. - There are buses and buses.

Won't you spare some time for the shop?

That kid is minding the shop. And he's all alone.

Your father left you the shop. And you want to become a guide!

Do you know what every tourist asks for?

They ask for Raju, the guide.

Coming!

This one is for Gaffoor.

Stop honking. Here's your share.

Now let's see how fast your cab can make it to the station.

Let's show him!

The betelnut comes from Mysore. The leaf comes from Calcutta.

The catechu is from Bombay. The lime is from Bikaner.

A sample of national integration!

Raju, you make my son work too hard for too less.

I pay him ten quid! No one else is going to give him a job.

You should pay me for putting that imp to work.

The accounts...

Nowadays, I get lesser customers. But there are more and more people...

- asking for Raju. - Way to go, kid.

Ever wonder why I brought you here...

instead of taking you to visit those palaces.

Poetry has been written about the lanes in Paris.

People love to walk in the terraces in Rome and Venice.

Zauq, the poet has said: Where is life but in the gullies of Delhi?

Were I a bard, I'd roam the world singing about the lanes of Udaipur.

The famous Zoo!

Talk to the peacocks while I take a break.

You might wonder why the entrance to such a huge palace is so narrow.

Even a one-man army can fend off the enemy.

Taken it in? Now come with me.

Let me show you something unique.

This mural is composed of thousands of small stones.

Go on. Touch it and see for yourself.

Think it over once again.

Time was when you were the talk of the town.

Are they going to laugh at you now?

Time was when you lived like a lord.

They might even call you a thief!

I have tormented my mother. I have tormented Rosie.

I have mistreated my friend. And I've just come out of jail.

This city holds nothing for you. Go away from this city.

Make a life for yourself elsewhere. If you can.

Praised be the name of Lord Ram.

A holy man has set foot in this temple after ages.

What is the name of this village? - Rampuri

I am Bhola.

Where are you coming from? Where are you going?

This journey is not my doing.

Man wishes. Fate disposes.

You speak words of wisdom.

So one day, I asked my fate: What can you do to me?

And says he, stop fooling around, and go where I send you.

Well all right, I said.

So here I am today, there tomorrow...

- whither the day after? - Truly said! Truly!

I stood on the bank of the river contemplating suicide.

And suddenly, I saw you. And something tells me:

Bhola, here comes the man God has sent your way.

I haven't a penny on me, my friend.

If it serves any purpose, you may take this piece of cloth.

You are very kind. But it's something else.

I am in deep trouble.

A man's woes will follow him to his grave.

True. Very true. But it's all my father's fault.

Oh yes! My father married three women.

I was born of one. A half-mad boy was born of another.

And the third bore a girl. She's the root of all troubles.

Anyway, she's my sister.

God is my witness. I brought her up well.

- And this is how she pays me back! - She refuses to marry?

I found her a suitable boy.

Do you know what she did the day I finalised the match?

Ran away from home! - You know everything!

I looked for her! For four days!

And where do I find her? In a fair. 80 miles from here.

And now she has locked herself in. She won't eat. She won't drink.

She won't even talk. And all she does is weep!

And I'm worried! And the wife is worried!

Everyone else in the village is worried.

If she dies, I will be a sinner!

What can I do?

The advice of a holy man could change her.

- Will you please speak to her? - Bring her here.

The aura might work.

Some fruits for you.

She wouldn't come! And then I told her...

that you possess divine powers to make her wishes come true.

When she heard that, she came.

There was a time when I lost all faith in mankind.

I would weep, and I thought the whole world is my enemy.

But there is no despair that may not be dispelled.

No sorrow that may not be overcome.

What is your name, child? - Maya

The Lord creates these illusions.

This earth, the skies, the nature, this temple, you, me, Bhola...

everything is an illusion, isn't it?

Might be.

But the truth is that the love a husband can give you...

not a hundred brothers can!

Am I wrong? - No.

Eat this.

God will bless you.

A small gift! For you! Deign to accept, Swami!

What's the occasion?

You know everything. You poke fun at me.

The date of the wedding is finalised.

Maya's wedding? Has she agreed?

Come here.

Why are you standing there?

Come here. Tell the Swami to stay on in our village.

No doubt he is enlightened!

He has come to save our village!

You talk like a moron!

Does enlightenment grow on the field like carrots and radish?

These fools are out of their minds!

Now listen! Making a Swami out of any Tom Dick or Harry is a sin!

Enlightenment is accompanied with signs.

Men who have studied the scriptures can know what the signs are.

The Swami!

My good fortune! The whole village is fortunate!

Not again, Bhola!

He does not like anyone touching his feet.

Come here. Hurry!

Why these rituals?

- You have been telling stories. - My lips are sealed.

But tell me, can anyone conceal the rays of the rising sun?

Lay a seat for the Swami.

The fan! Bring the fan!

Send my sister here. For the blessings.

Stop crowding. Have patience.

Have you heard of anyone who was forced to become a Swami?

Do you go to school? - We don't have one in the village.

Let's confront him!

My word! Come with me.

Do let us pay our homage to the wisest of men!

- Glory to the Swami! - Glory be!

- What did you say his name is? - Why a name? There's a saying.

Ask not the Swami his name or caste. Ask him words of wisdom.

Test the sword by it's sharpness. Cast the scabbard aside.

Words of wisdom are what we seek.

Be seated first.

Can I dare to sit while you stand?

Come, sit. He is enlightened.

I'll lay another bench for you. This is for the Swami.

Do not be foolish!

You must know whom to respect, and whom not to!

Let's hear you say what it means.

Doesn't he understand?

How will he understand? He doesn't even know Sanskrit!

You don't understand?

What about you?

How can you understand? You don't even know English!

Glory to the Swami!

Welcome, Miss Nalini! What brings you here?

Raju is supposed to be released today.

I think that's also why his mother is here.

Raju was given a remission of 6 months? You don't know that?

He was released ages ago.

You were away in London, weren't you?

And how come he hasn't seen you since?

I just returned from the village.

So was it a successful Europe tour?

The papers are full of it. When did you return?

Come inside. Would you like a cup of tea?

Excuse me.

I won't let you go home walking.

Out of my way, Rosie. Leave me.

I beg of you! In public!

- What are you doing?! - Come. Please come.

So many times I thought I'd come to you.

I wanted to tell you that I'm not as bad a woman as you think me to be.

No excuses, please! I can never forget!

All I had was a son! And you took him away.

And now he's nowhere!

I don't understand you!

Why did you marry the man you didn't want to live with?

Why did I marry?

You want to know?

Then listen.

My mother was a courtesan.

All she ever wanted was to keep her daughter out of the trade.

Through school and then college, I always lived in a hostel.

But I could never keep myself away from music.

Get out!

Remember, your daughter was born in filth! She is going nowhere.

What is it? - Nothing.

What is it, Aunt? Aunt, tell me.

Mr Banwarilal is willing to pay 2000 quid a month for you!

That mothers of yours is mad!

- How about this one? - I don't want to marry yet.

I want to dance. On stage. I want to make a name for myself.

You have no one to call your father. And you don't have a husband.