Panipat (Pपानीपट)

This land has given birth to countless warriors.

But history classified them either as

the victorious or the defeated.

The Battle of Panipat was such that

even history could not classify it as victory or defeat.

The Third Battle of Panipat

which I was witness to.

I did not shy away from taking a bold step and braving the heat.

I too was accompanying the storm

that was set out to vanquish the enemy.

Sadashiv Rao Bhau, my husband and my Lord!

The state of affairs before this battle were as such.

By 1758, the Maratha flag fluttered high across all of Hindostan

right up to Attock Fort at the Afghan border.

If there was anyone we could not defeat,

it was our neighboring kingdom of the Nizam Sultanate

whose capital was Udgiri Fort

which the Marathas had surrounded.

Fire!

Fire!

Take the cannons back! Move back!

Artillerymen! Tilt all 40 cannons, two inches up!

Yes, sir!

How much longer will we have to wait, Shamsher?

Sadashiv said until we don't get the signal, the cannons should keep firing.

I warned Sadashiv that guerrilla warfare won't work here!

But he wouldn't listen. He wants to have it his way!

Raghoba, I have faith in Sadashiv.

By the grace of Lord Jyotiba, let all be well.

Hail Goddess Bhawani!

-Bhau. -Mehendale.

Go and get to the main courtyard.

I'll take this route.

Signal the cavalry. We have to open the main gate at once.

Go, quickly. There's no time to lose.

Let's go!

The torch is lit.

Cannons ready!

Shamsher! Let's go!

The Chief of Artillery, Ibrahim Khan Gardi.

Ibrahim Khan, should we imprison you or bury you?

None of that.

We should induct him into the Peshwa army.

What?

Do you not know that he is a Gardi! He cannot be trusted.

They are known for switching loyalties.

An individual can be good or bad, Raghoba.

But it's unfair to blame the entire community. And by the way, Raghoba,

name one community in which there hasn't been a traitor.

His cannons are now ours! Then why do we need him?

Without him, his cannons are useless.

We may as well melt the cannons for iron.

When your decision is proven wrong

be ready to face the wrath of Nana Saheb!

-Hail... -Mahadev!

Move aside. Let me pass.

-Parvati, what are you doing? -I'm welcoming you.

Can a commoner not welcome an elite?

Yes of course, why not.

Look here.

Be still.

My Lord...

Don't call me that.

I'm not your Lord.

Not yet.

Oh, God! You're hurt!

It's nothing much.

When a brave warrior returns from the battle,

he tries to hide his wounds and his emotions.

But how can he hide it from the one who can see through him!

Grandmother, how are you?

Sadashiv, I couldn't be there at the main gate to receive you.

-My health... -Don't worry, Grandma.

-Let me take your blessings. -Bless you, my child.

Live long!

Come.

Careful.

We won, Grandmother. We were victorious!

The Nizam has been crushed.

I had faith in you.

You have never returned defeated!

-Bhanu... -Yes, My Lady.

-Summon the doctor. -All right.

Grandmother...

Your father would always say,

"The greatest warriors are the ones that fight no matter the condition.

They carry their heads high.

Their religion is bravery, their duty is bravery.

Win or lose, they do not worry!"

Father was right!

Greetings, My Lady.

I'll take your leave.

Don't leave without nursing your wound!

Do you remember Parvati?

She has now become a royal doctor. Making her father proud.

Congratulations on your victory, Bhau sahib!

Thank you.

Where are you hurt?

Shall I begin?

Yes.

You? A doctor?

Why? Can a girl not be a doctor?

Is there such a rule?

No, of course, you can.

But when we last met, you were not one.

The last time we met was two years, three months and 18 days ago.

Do you even remember?

Now hurry up. He has to be present in the Ganesh Court.

Yes, My Lady.

Done?

Done.

Bhau sahib!

You must visit me twice a day, to have the wound dressed.

Bhanu!

After capturing the Nizam's fort in Udgiri, coming from the south

our brave warriors, unvanquished

the glory of the Marathas,

the honor of the Peshwas, victors of the battlefield!

-All hail the Maratha Empire! -Hail!

The Peshwa regime applauds the war efforts of the Peshwa's brother

His Majesty Raghunath Rao!

Brother!

And now the honor is for the Peshwa's cousin,

son of His Majesty Bajirao and Mastani, Shamsher Bahadur!

The Peshwa regime applauds the war efforts of the Peshwa's cousin,

His Majesty Sadashiv Rao Bhau!

You are the jewel in my crown!

Uncle, this is for you!

Vishwas!

Your Highness, may I present before you...

the Chief of Artillery of the Nizams'

Ibrahim Khan Gardi!

Who has now been inducted into the service of the Peshwas.

Your Highness,

I served the Nizam for 30 years and never did I leave their side.

But now that the Nizam is no more,

I, Ibrahim Khan Gardi,

swear my allegiance to the Peshwa regime!

They have achieved what none of the Peshwas could do before.

Liberating the south

was the unrealized dream of our beloved Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj!

Today, 80 years after his passing,

Nizam has been brought to its knees!

Father. Does this not call for a celebration?

We are now the rulers of all of Hindostan!

Of course, this calls for a celebration!

Invite all of our Commanders-in-chief and Generals from outside of Pune.

From Bundelkhand, Sardar Govind Pant Bundele!

Sardar Balwant Rao Mehendale!

From Gwalior, Sardar Jankoji Shinde!

And Sardar Dattaji Shinde!

From Indore, Sardar Malhar Rao Holkar!

The earth cheers gloriously And the skies echo

As our beloved flag

Flutters sky high

We are warriors, the fearless ones Any direction we stride

The paths sing our glory And mountains make way for us

No one dares cross our path Be it the rivers or the wind

We're brave hearts, who step In the battlefield only to win

We're the sun that Banishes darkness

We're the ones who broke The millennial chains of bondage

The world resonated with the sound "Hail Brave Marathas!"

The blood that courses Through these veins

Keeps reminding us

Laying down your life for respect And honor is a small price to pay

We're the ones who broke The millennial chains of bondage

The world resonated with the sound "Hail Brave Marathas!"

We're the ones who broke The millennial chains of bondage

The world resonated with the sound "Hail Brave Marathas!"

We sowed the seeds of bravery And reaped the harvest

Our glory is spread far and wide

We perform the dance of death In the battlefield

Echoed by the drums of victory

Our tales of courage Will now be told by time

Telling all, about How we spread happiness

We're the ones who broke The millennial chains of bondage

The world resonated with the sound "Hail Brave Marathas!"

We're the ones who broke The millennial chains of bondage

The world resonated with the sound "Hail Brave Marathas!"

Defender of truth, handsome traveler Little do you know

When you aren't around We too are lost in a world of our own

You were on my mind In my heart, forever and ever

When arrows rained at you I too was wounded

For you, I can lay down my life

Don't you know that?

When faced with a dilemma Women rise, filled with courage

Sheds her bangles and bracelets And draws a sword

I too have taken an oath today To follow in the footsteps of the brave

When I'll make a resolution I'll never waver from it

We are warriors, the fearless ones Any direction we stride

The paths sing our glory And mountains make way for us

No one dares cross our path Be it the rivers or the wind

We're brave-hearts, who step In the battlefield only to win

We're the sun that banishes darkness

We're the ones who broke The millennial chains of bondage

The world resonated with the sound "Hail Brave Marathas!"

The blood that courses Through these veins

Keeps reminding us

Laying down your life for respect And honor is a small price to pay

We're the ones who broke The millennial chains of bondage