Music Teacher

One cigarette, please.

And a matchbox.

Beni.

You're home already?

How was the function?

It was alright.

Was it a big audience? Were there any VIPs present?

Urmi, did you get the phone repaired?

Not yet.

Have you heard?

What?

She's going to be here.

-Who? -Jyotsna.

The Shimla Cultural Club has invited her.

My friend's father is on the committee.

It's not confirmed. They're still negotiating the finances.

Brother.

She sang one of Dad's songs.

It was on the radio.

Mom was shocked.

That night It's here again

It's here again The night of dreams--

It's here again

That night

Once again

The night of dreams

That night It's here again

Once again

The night of dreams

The night with the lonesome dream

I dream about you

That night It's here again

This dream is made of glass

Don't let it blind you

This dream It could stay forever

If your eyelids don't let it pass

The night with the lonesome dream

The night of dreams

That night It's here again

It's here again

Once again

The night of dreams

Once again

It's here again

The night of dreams

The night of dreams

The night of dreams

Beni, breakfast is ready.

Mom, I found a match for Urmi at the musical meet yesterday.

He is an electrical engineer. His name is Vivek.

His mother is no more.

He has a sister who is married.

His father lives with his elder brother in Patiala.

It's not my turn yet.

You are the elder one. You should get married first.

Doesn't seem like they'd demand a dowry.

They were happy to know that Urmi sings as well.

I've invited them to meet her.

They'll be calling to let us know when.

But the phone is not working.

That's why I gave them Amit's number.

He is back after ages. Is his phone still working?

I'll go check.

I can't believe she sang your father's song.

Without paying us any royalty.

Such a shameless woman.

People can be so inconsiderate.

Don't they feel a prick of conscience?

Hello, Ms. Geeta.

Beni, please come in.

No, thanks.

Actually, our landline is not working.

And the mobile reception here is really bad.

We are expecting an important call. I've given them your number.

Hope you don't mind.

Not at all.

In fact, we'll get to know if our phone still works.

Okay, thank you.

-Beni. -Yes?

I need some help.

Can you spare a few minutes?

Yes, of course.

Can you please help me with that box? It's too heavy.

This one?

-Where do I keep it? -Inside.

-Where? -Near the switchboard.

Over there.

-Beni, can I ask you something? -Yes.

Post my marriage, when I first came here

you used to tell me how you wished to go to Mumbai

to work as a playback singer.

Why didn't you go?

I did.

Then why did you come back?

I had to.

Your student has become a star.

I'm sure she knows a lot of people in the music industry.

Should I bring those boxes inside?

No, thanks.

I'm glad you guys are back.

I don't see Amit.

-Where is he? -Well...

He's in Delhi. He has to travel for work.

It keeps him busy.

Please tell me if you get the call.

-Of course. -Thank you.

Beni, you must go back to Mumbai.

You sing really well.

I listen to you every night.

I find it very soothing.

You can hear me all the way here?

Yes.

In fact, I look forward to hear you sing every day.

Don't worry, this happens every day.

Just ring the bell and it will stop.

What do you want?

Dr. Ray had called me.

He's...

He's busy.

-Is it an emergency? -No.

Come back in the evening.

The clinic is open from 5:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m.

I'm not a patient.

I'm Beni Madhav Singh. I'm a music teacher.

The doctor had asked me to come over.

The neighbor said that...

if...

I ring the bell, they'll stop quarreling.

-Go ahead. -Really?

It worked.

Are you a patient?

Yes.

Come on.

You're a college graduate. Why do you teach music?

Can't music teachers be well educated?

I stay in Mumbai.

I mean, I used to.

I've been here for a year now...

because my father passed away.

I am planning to go back soon.

I thought, I might as well teach music while I'm here.

One thousand rupees is the standard fee here.

Mr. Bhaven charges the same.

And he's more experienced than you.

He's charging slightly more, that's all.

Please keep quiet.

We can only pay one thousand rupees.

Okay, then.

-I can't take it up-- -Why?

Because...

My father once told me...

"When one starts learning music, it is one hundred percent theoretical.

Then, it becomes one hundred percent perfection.

And then, it ends up into something that is one hundred percent emotion."

Emotions, you see.

One can learn Science, Math or any other subject from a book.

But that's not the case with music.

Music needs to be learned with all your heart.

I know Mr. Bhaven is a very good teacher.

You should call him.

I'll take your leave. Thank you.

Did you get what he was saying?

What's percentage got to do with music?

Give us enough strength, O Lord

Strength to face any circumstance

We need your grace To be able to help ourselves

Before we can help others

You are going to be very sad

In my absence you are going to be afraid

You are all dressed up in shiny clothes

Where are you off to?

Come to me...

You haven't spoken to her, in all these years?

Ms. Geeta...

I don't want to talk about it.

It makes me uncomfortable.

You can call me Geeta.

Want some tea?

Must be for you.

Yes, this is Beni Madhav.

Greetings.

All right.

That's fine.

Yes. As per your convenience.

Yes, we're okay with the 3rd.

Okay. See you.

Thank you. Goodbye.

They...

I think it's going to rain heavily.

Which song will you sing tonight?

Geeta.

That's the time I practice music.

I prefer keeping it to myself.

What do you mean?

I can't sing freely because I know you are listening.

You shouldn't have told me that you listen to me.

Now, whenever I'll practice, I'll know that you are listening in.

You know what I mean?

Why make everything so complicated?

Okay, done.