The Branches of the Tree (শাখা প্রশাখা)

Come, I know you sit in this room every morning.

That's why I did not go to the garden and came here.

I have not spoken to you for a long time.

Looking at the flowers? You know today is a big day, Proshanto?

Your father is seventy years old today.

You don't have to remember that.

Leave it... leave it... Sit...

Why are you going over there? I do not often meet you.

Sometimes I forget that you are even staying here.

Where are they?

Your brothers wanted to come but I stopped them.

All of them work. There is no need to leave work and come.

Everybody works... What did you say?

Everybody works... You too used to...

You had bad luck, Proshanto...

Do you know why you don't work?

You had been abroad to study Minerology. Remember?

Wait... if I can make you remember...

Saying "I don't work... I don't work"... No need to feel sad about it.

Listen, listen carefully...

Abroad... London...

You met with an accident. You had

a severe head injury... Remember?

Doctor... Hopkins...

Right. Hopkins saved you.

There was no hope of survival.

What a horrible time it was...

Your mother didn't even touch water for ten days.

I only saw darkness.

The moment we knew, we made all the arrangements.

Passport... Tickets...

Two days before leaving... A miracle...

We got news. The difficult time was over and there was no fear.

You started recovering,

returning to normalcy... and got back home...

But, you couldn't work. Doctors tried...

but something was missing...

God gave us a lot... and so we made our peace...

Among four brothers, you were the most brilliant.

And only you said you will live here and work here.

They never wanted to stay, I never insisted.

You remained, but as a different person.

Please do not mind Proshanto.

It's alright the way you live. You stay in your room, listen to music...

I remember everything... What's that?

The tune, the music...

Lots and lots of tunes... It stays with me...

What's that tune? Whose is it?

Maybe I won't understand...

No Sir... No Sir... You are still naughty.

Your friend Himanshu sent records from abroad. Did you like them?

And how's the music system your brothers gave you for your birthday?

Very good. Very good...

What is called? I really do not know...

Hi fi... Hi fi.

Maybe... You know what they gave me?

Kashmiri shawl, silk sheets,

Tussar payjama kurta...

A dhoti set with the latest fashion big border.

And your sister-in law knitted a woollen pullover too.

Manilal had been to Calcutta. They sent it through him.

This evening there is public meeting. I didn't tell you because...

No... No... Baba... Baba...

Son... I am here... Sit...

- Lightning... - Where?

The banyan tree... Here... in front of me...

What are you saying these days...? Have you turned into a saint?

Get ready... Get ready...

Okay. I will get ready.

I will get ready wearing my birthday clothes. I will be ready.

The truth is I don't like these felicitations...

I wish the old days would come back...

You four brothers...

Lovingly I call out to you. Atul, Batul, Shamla, Shatul...

One is good, one is naughty, one is quiet and one is smart.

I would return from the office and would see... A bustling household...

And today the same house is empty... Only three people...

The father is there but not quite.

Your mother wasn't...

even fifty and went away.

The only consolation... she did not suffer.

One by one, all three sons went their way...

When I sit alone, I feel miserable...

The days that were... and what's left now...

The past is gone... Won't come back... Be happy with what you have.

That's why I am here Proshanto.

And I console myself...

I am lucky that my three sons are doing well...

They took the family name to the heights.

You know the reason for it?

I used to believe in two very old proverbs.

Even now...

Work is worship. Honesty is the best policy.

Oh... You remember that?

Work is worship. Honesty is best policy...

I'm sorry Baba...

My head... I...

I am talking to you after so many days... Will you not listen to me?

Please forgive me, Baba...

You talk... Very sorry... Talk...

My opinion and belief... The the way the three sons were brought up...

They definitely believed in these proverbs.

And that is the reason for their success.

Everybody says these are times of corruption...

I hear so many awful things...

You don't hear them. Money is of two types. Do you know?

Two... Two... There are two kinds of money...

Yes, one is white which is accountable.

One black. Not accountable.

Honest money and dishonest money...

Anyway... Money can be any type.

I will never believe...

Even if one wants to stay straight; One cannot. And being straight...

Zero... Zero... Zero...

What's happening Proshanto?

Stop it, Proshanto!

I hurt you...

Please forgive me Proshanto.

Injustice... Injustice... Injustice...

I have lost my head...

Sir... Sir...

Nirupama Trust has sent three gentlemen with bouquets...

Listen, I want to tell you one thing Proshanto, because you're with me...

At least I can see one of my son's faces.

Do you think it's a small thing?

If you weren't here, how alone I'd be.

They come. Enquire. Take care of me.

Love me... All this is fine.

But they cannot take my son's place.

You are not working...

but you are my son... my blood...

You understand?

As long as you are with me,

I'm at peace. Always remember this.

We can never pay back our debt to him.

What we can do is let him know our gratefulness toward him.

To execute this duty,

on his seventieth birthday,

a memorable day...

We, residents of this town

that is named after him,

raised this function.

This great man, who has done so much for us...

We have his blessings

and for that we thank God.

Today we wish this great man

a heathy, eventful and active long life.

Everybody knows the great literary maestro.

Mr. Jaidev Mukhopadhyay.

He has written Mr. Anando Mohar's biography.

First he will read out passages

from the book and then present it.

Respected Mr. Anando Mohan Majumdar...

Friends and companions...

I cannot tell how successful I have been in my work.

To document this great man from

childhood to his ideals and aims...

To this township, which is a

strange and unbelievable story

has not been an easy job. I don't know how successful I have been.

The readers wil be the best judge. But I can say one thing...

Without Mr. Anando Mohar's help, this would not have been possible.

I am eternally... Are you feeling uncomfortable?

I now wish to present

my small gift to him...

I request this great man

to say a few words...

Probir... This is Dada.

What happened? Baba... Heart attack.

You mean he is dead? No no he has survived.

He is at home. The specialist is with him.

And our Dr. Shom is there.

He is not serious... But, you can understand at this age.

When did it happen? It happened this evening.

Jagdish Babu has been trying to call since then.

Does Pratap know? Pratap's phone is not working.

He isn't far from you.

If you could send a small

I'll do that. But... we have to go... Of course...

Must... We must. We must go. Tomorrow morning.

I have to go to the office.

You come here by 10.30 with Pratap.

Uma will go. You, Tapti, Dingu and Protap.

Six people and two cars. No problem.

But... You want to know for how many days?

That we cannot say right now.

Be prepared for seven days.

Okay?

How is he doing?

Both the doctors are here and waiting for you.

He is Dr. Sahay. Cardiologist.

I have heard a lot about you.

He's from Ranchi. Luckily he was here for a case and we informed him.

Everything was arranged so quickly.

We decided to keep him at home. You will not believe it.

Medicine, oxygen, day night nurse... Everyhing is arranged.

How do you find him?

We cannot say anything for the next 72 hours.

But, we are doing our best.

Can we... He is under sedation...