Road to Sangam

Take it out.

No, sir. I won't take it out.

I'll go to hell if I touched it.

You take it.

We're extremely sorry, sir.

It's not our bank's fault, sir.

We've sent many reminders...

...but nobody came to collect it.

- Second round. -They are going to lose again.

Hurry up.

Come, come. Come on.

Hurry up. What are you doing?

Buck up, Doctor. Otherwise I'll have to bear your expenses as well.

- I'm coming. - Don't just walk. Run.

Yes, I'm coming.

What is this? We lose every time because of this physician.

Look at him!

Come, come.

Physician, do try your remedies on yourself too.

- You've lost again. - We beat you.

Sit. Sit.

Now there's no hurry.

Quick, empty your pockets. Hurry up.

Hold on. What's the hurry?

- Hurry up. - Come on.

- Here. Give this to him. - Here.

This is just for breakfast. What about tea?

Here. I'll pay for the tea.

Hashmat, from tomorrow onwards I'll be in your team.

These people walk too slowly.

- Fine. Next time, come on my team and defeat them. - Thanks.

Keep him with you. We don't want such a weak player.

What? I'm weak?

As if you all are very strong.

Today don't say anything. Eat this apple.

It'll restore your lost youth, so that next time we will win.

Your habit of eating an apple everyday, instilled by Dr. Banerjee...

...is what makes you win everyday.

Hats off to Doctor Sahab.

They gave a lot of good advice. It's me who can't follow it.

You are lucky, Hashmat.

You have Dr. Banerjee with you.

We have this doctor.

What happened?

Who asked you to catch the ball?

It was my third boundary in a row. You've broken my hat-trick record.

Sorry.

Dear, he thought it's an apple and not a ball.

What good is a record of hat-trick boundaries?

Break Shaheed Afridi's record for the fastest century if you want to.

Go and play.

Well said.

Nobody can beat the Pakistani team in making and breaking records.

Remember?

The last ball's six was hit by Javed Miandad in Sharjah.

Yes. If the Pakistani team's two to four players join your team...

...then you'll surely defeat us.

The Pakistani team is truly the best team.

But Sachin is a cut above the rest.

Hello, Mr. Rizvi.

Tell me.

In Lucknow?

Why?

Okay.

I've always finished your work on time.

A big order?

Fine.

Send it. I'll finish it.

Yes. Thanks.

Bye.

Leaving early?

Yes, Father. I have some urgent work.

At least wash your bike. It's so dirty.

You should look after your vehicle the way you look after your children.

Only then will both of them be healthy.

The vehicle, as well as you.

- May I leave, Father? - Yes.

Don't turn the accelerator too hard.

Bye, Father.

Shut up. Just shut up!

It might be happening at your place.

Our servants are not like that.

Better be careful from next time before entering my room.

Okay, don't shout. He won't do it again.

Now what are you looking at? Get out.

Mevalal, please leave.

Rafat.

No, its not your fault, we are responsible for everything.

Coming, Father. Yes, Father.

Go and load Mr. Kuswala's stuff in the machine. Okay?

- I'll go. - Okay.

Aara.

Aara.

Aara.

- Aara. - I'm not yet dead. I'm coming. Aara, Aara...

What's God punishing us for?

Even now when we are hale and hearty, our plight is like this.

These people might throw us out when we grow old.

Then they should have thrown us out a long time ago.

I don't like this unnecessary bickering.

It's all your doing.

I told you repeatedly not to marry her into a family based in Lucknow.

Now we suffer.

Hear her English nonsense the whole day.

We won't understand it even if she abuses us.

What are you searching for?

I wore your specs by mistake. Both look similar.

What do I do with this bunch of postcards?

I have to take it to the shop.

Hasmat, again, the same postcards?

You should have written on plain paper...

...and then get it photocopied from Khayali's shop.

"There is commotion everywhere."

"There is commotion everywhere."

- "Find out what's the matter." - Is that so?

"Find out why the fire's still burning."

"The person who was sharing the destination's whereabouts."

"The person who was sharing..."

"...the destination's whereabouts."

Nobody knows where he is. Find out.

Well said. Well said, Hashmat.

That's the reality of today's times.

Small, beautiful and cheap.

It says a lot in a few words.

Nothing to hide.

- Very good. - Here.

Keep it in the box.

And please check thoroughly.

Otherwise Mr. Kasuri will get a chance to point out flaws.

You've prefixed his name with "Nawab", haven't you?

There won't be any problem.

Chaudha Peer... Yearly...

Read it properly.

In the yearly celebrations of Chaudha Peer..

...enjoy a performance of Sufi renditions...

Chairman, Nawab... Mohammed Ali Kasuri.

Maulana (Priest of the mosque) Abdul Qayyum...

...Querishi... General secretary, Hashmat, Allah.

Read it properly.

Why are you so scared of Kasuri?

You are the General Secretary.

Hashmat, this time you should contest the election for the chairman's post.

You'll surely win.

We're there with you. We'll ensure that you win.

No way. Did you forget?

A long time ago my elder brother had defeated him in the elections.

We're not on talking terms till date.

It's all in his head.

They were thick friends.

Yet, he didn't even attend my brother's funeral.

I don't want to repeat all that.

You people have honoured me...

...by electing me as secretary.

Anyway, I don't have any desires.

You should stay at bay from rich people.

I've heard that there was a dog who didn't eat the butter offered by his master.

He shot him.

Your brother used to work there.

How can these people tolerate their servant defeating them?

- Mr. Kasuri has come. - Where?

Got scared?

Are you joking?

Hindustan Engineering Works?

Yes. Tell me.

Mr. Rizvi has sent us.

Yes. Have you brought the engine?

Yes.

Bring it. Bring it here.

There.

The power is back.

Now move on, he will be busy now in his work.

Okay, okay. We're leaving. Even we have loads of work to do.

Salim. Write the name on the engine.

Okay, Mr. Hashmat.

It's in very bad condition.

Can it be repaired?

Why not?

I think this is a Ford V8 engine. What do you say, Zulfi?

I too think so. Double head engine.

Either Mr. Belwarial or Mr. Rizvi would know.

Is there a steel guard in front of the car?

Yes.

I'm sure this is a 60 to 70-year-old engine of a lorry.

Yes. It's a museum car.

Sir, sir...

Are you the owner or an employee?

I don't understand.

I wanted to know what work you do.

In English, I'm a matriculation failed mechanical engineer.

In Hindi, I'm a skilled labourer.

He is Hashmat.

Oh.

Sorry. Mr. Sinha is very strict about work-related matters.

And this is a very important job. It has to be finished soon. So...

Don't worry. It will be done. I've spoken to Mr. Rizvi.

Then there's nothing to worry about. Still, please finish it soon.

- Surely. - Bye.

Take it inside.

"He left in the morning."

"If he didn't return by evening..."