Muqaddar Ka Faisla

Priest, today is my wife and elder son's birthday.

-I've come to pray for them. -Sure. It's an auspicious day.

-May God bless you! -Om! Peace!

Om!

Rukmani!

You've come!

Where did you get these flowers from?

I brought them from the temple.

One is for you...

and the other one is for our elder son Raj.

Today, being your birthday, I prayed to God

to bless you with good health.

And that all your wishes may be fulfilled.

I miss Raj.

So do I.

But you agreed to send him to Murari's place.

What else could I have done?

He had the aptitude for higher studies

and I was unable to bear the costs.

Where can I find Harish and Saroj?

-At the neighbor's house. -Is that so?

Didn't you invite anyone?

We can hardly afford a good meal.

How can we celebrate birthdays or invite anyone?

Rukmani.

Life is like a painting...

which is made of joys and sorrows.

We are helpless. And we must obey God's wishes.

What will we gain by pondering over life?

I sense that something is wrong.

Have you resigned?

I don't care much about jobs.

But righteousness is very important to me.

Anyway, I haven't resigned.

Thank God!

This is the first job that's lasted for a month.

And I'll be paid for the entire month.

Today, I met an astrologer.

And he has predicted good times for us.

Look, Rukmani

no one can accurately predict anyone's future.

Besides, you could've asked me to do so.

Who else can do it better?

I would've also had the chance to hold your hand.

Are we disturbing you?

Aunt! Greetings! Mr. Acharya, greetings. Do come in.

-I was telling Rukmani... -Enough of it!

Today, on her birthday, she'll have to sing a song.

I can't ignore her demand.

Come on.

Someone

Talks about

The number of years

Someone

Is thinking about tomorrow

And the day after

But, my brother,

The truth is that

No one knows about tomorrow Or the next moment

Why are you thinking About the years ahead?

Why are you thinking About the years ahead?

Someone talks about the number of years

Someone is thinking about Tomorrow and the day after

But, my brother, the truth is that

No one knows about tomorrow Or the next moment

Why are you thinking About the years ahead?

Why are you thinking About the years ahead?

Whatever has been written in our fate

No one has seen it No one has read it

Whoever reads the fate

Writes a false story

When has man's predictions come true?

No one knows about tomorrow Or the next moment

Why are you thinking About the years ahead?

Why are you thinking About the years ahead?

Someone talks about the number of years

Someone is thinking about Tomorrow and the day after

Time changes every moment

It goes through the mold Of happiness and sorrow

When time didn't spare Lord Ram

Then what can man do?

Who knows what will happen here?

No one knows about tomorrow Or the next moment

Why are you thinking About the years ahead?

Why are you thinking About the years ahead?

Someone talks about the number of years

Someone is thinking about Tomorrow and the day after

But, my brother, The truth is that no one knows

About tomorrow or the next moment

Why are you thinking About the years ahead?

Why are you thinking About the years ahead?

About the years ahead...

What? Adulteration? What kind of adulteration?

Sir, your manager was adulterating the cement.

When I forbid him, he said that they were your orders.

Krishnakant, turn a blind eye and you'll get your share.

And trade my righteousness for money?

Don't try to do so, sir.

Or, the building meant to house people, will become their graves.

Well done! I was only trying to test you.

And your honesty merits that. So, henceforth, you can handle the cash.

Settle the accounts.

I'll have a word with the manager.

What could be the reason for the ceiling caving in?

Sir, they used bad quality cement.

-I fail to understand. -He is responsible for it.

He is lying, inspector. In fact, he's guilty of it.

He adulterates the cement and peddles it.

-What are you saying? -Don't talk nonsense.

I thought you are an honest man.

And this is what I get in return.

Inspector, it's been brought to my notice

that he sold cement worth 5,000 rupees for 3,000 rupees.

Search him, I'm sure he has the money.

I have the money.

-But he gave it to me. -What nonsense!

You've been working for a month

and I'd give you such an amount?

Damn you! Why are you lying?

I swear, they are the guilty ones.

-Come with me. Take him. -Come on.

-You saved us from a predicament. -You don't need to say that.

He is my friend.

I can do anything for him.

And, I've arranged a job for him.

He'll have to leave town today.

I'm going out of town for the first time.

Take care while I'm gone.

-Why did you hit Vijay? -Enough, dear!

Why are you hell bent on killing him?

His exams are nearing. If you hit him

-how will he study? -That's not my problem!

Your sister doesn't pay me a hefty sum

to keep working all day as he frolics around.

Have some shame.

How can I face my brother-in-law?

I had promised him.

When I had adopted him,

I had assured them of his education.

Did you take my consent before adopting him?

You did not take my consent before adopting your nephew.

I needed someone to care for me in my old age.

This rogue is not capable of taking care of us in the future.

Stop it, Aarti!

Don't you dare abuse my brother-in-law!

Then ask him to take him away.

-Son of a vagabond-- -Aarti!

Fine! It's okay, Aarti.

I'll send him back and apologize to my sister.

Take him away immediately.

When will we reach, uncle?

We'll board the morning bus...

and reach by noon.

How are my parents?

They might be concerned about you.

You were very young when I brought you with me.

-Will they recognize me? -Don't worry.

It's just the matter of a day. You'll reach there tomorrow.

Uncle, I'm hungry.

-Are you? -Yes.

Raj. There's a shop over there. Stay right here.

-I'll fetch you something to eat. -Okay.

Uncle!

Uncle!

Uncle!

Uncle!

Uncle!

Uncle...

Uncle!

Uncle...

Constable, take this dead body.

Son, calm down.

-Where were you going? -I don't know.

And where are you coming from?

I don't want to return there.

Don't cry.

Constable!

-Take him to the police station. -Yes, sir.

-No! -Catch him!

-Hello! -Hello!

-Are you Krishnakant? -Yes.

I am the caretaker and my name is Mona.

You are appointed to help me in my work.

Okay.

You just have to assist me in the work here.

And only in those,

-wherein I seek your help. -Yes.

-But in no other task. Get it? -Yes.

And it is your duty to take care of all the girls.

-Kamini, explain it to him. -Okay.

-Please come. -Go on.

TRUPTI WOMEN'S HOME.

Don't worry, I'm the trustee of this women's shelter.

What is it, Mr. Chadda?

He is a prominent officer.

Send him file number 17.

And always oblige him in my absence.

Anyway, I'm quite presentable myself.

Mona, I want a file, not an entire library.

She's too naive!