Anand Math

I want to see a smile on my mother's face again.

What sacrifice will you make? - My life.

And?

What else do I have?

You do. Will you be able to give it to me?

What? - Devotion.

Devotion? - Yes, the devotion of Motherland.

Devotion?

The devotion of Motherland?

In India, the first battle of freedom was not fought in 1857. . .

but 20 years after the battle of Palasi. . .

where the British wiped out truth and tried to defame us in the whole world.

The great battle of freedom of 1857. . .

has been shown as purely a mutiny.

Bankim Chandra wrote Anand Math. . .

based on our first struggle for freedom.

The British labeled the sages as looters.

But can truth ever be concealed?

Year 1 7 7 0.

During this period, in a part of India. . .

there was such a severe drought. . .

whose example cannot be found in world's history.

Lack of food, and epidemics killed half the population.

Those who survived, forget humans, they lived even worst than animals.

They just lived.

Where you could not get a handful of grains even if you sold your women. . .

how could anyone pay taxes there?

But taxes had to be paid.

Because, thanks to traitors. . .

the traders of East India Company. . .

had become the collectors of land revenue.

Why would they give up taxes?

Sir. - How much money does they owe us?

Rs. 6606.

They owe us so much money? - So much?

Where are your people? Why are they not here to give the money?

Due to drought and epidemic, everyone has run away.

Hurry up! Close that door and window.

Everyone has run away, huh?

Go, present them!

No!

Spare us!

My son ! where had you gone?

Beat them!

He is the Nawab( ruler). In deed, he should protect the people.

But as a fact, he is a mere puppet in the hands of the British.

Lost in merriment, where was he aware of the world?

' O bartender, serve liquor in my party'

' If tragedy strikes, let it'

' Serve. . .serve me more'

' If the liquor overflows, let it overflow'

He's King Mahendra Singh.

It is said he was the richest among the kings of Bengal.

But today. . .

God, don't be angry. You are always with us.

Yes?

What are you hiding, Kalyani?

Like you have taken something to protect you, even I. . .

What is that? - A woman's last resort.

Come, child. Let's go.

Today, this grand mansion, the ancestral wealth. . .

grandeur, prestige, wealth, money, they are forced to leave all and go.

There was not a drop of milk for the baby in the palace.

King and beggar, all became one.

Look! that's a house? - It is.

Come, let's go.

Kalyani, we can spend the night here.

You sit here.

I'll come back soon.

Where are you going? - To get some milk for the baby.

Where can I get milk here? - Don't worry, I'll be back soon.

Hail Mother Kali !

Hail Mother Kali !

Take, eat! Fill your stomach !

Idiot!

You bloody chief! You beat me?

We supported you, and you beat me?

Beat him!

- She's gone! - Where?

She'll be close by. Where can she go? Go find her!

Don't cry, baby.

''O Lord ! ''

Get up. . .get up, my child.

Child, I forgot to ask you. Where is your home?

There is no one left here except King Mahendra Singh.

Oh. So are you King Mahendra Singh's wife?

Don't worry, you will meet Mahendra Singh soon.

You seem to be ready. - We are leaving.

And news on Mahendra Singh? - No.

Will you manage all this alone? - Yes.

Okay.

Find Mahendra. And if possible, bring him along.

As you wish. - May victory be yours.

Let me go. - Shut-up!

Sir, we have caught this bandit. This gun was in his hand.

Where did you get this gun from? - From my ancestors.

Not one, I have thousands. - You're talking rubbish? Quiet!

Sir, order me, what should I do with him?

Right. What do you do with him?

Just dump him.

Take him into custody for now. We'll deal with him later.

Listen to me. You are making a mistake.

I am innocent. Listen to me.

Sir, he beat an officer. - Put him in the other cart.

I'm a mendicant, sir. They are mistaken.

Shut-up! - Listen to me.

Shut-up! Take him. Put him in the cart.

Look! they are coming.

Mahendra Singh, don't run away.

Hiranand, keep fighting, I'll be back.

You are watching the scene with a sword in hand?

Yes.

Are you a prince or a coward? - Maybe I am.

But I cannot loot like you people.

These bandits have helped you. - Thanks, but I don't want such help.

Good. Stand back and watch the scene.

These bandits want to unite you with the queen and prince.

Listen ! - Yes?

Atleast tell me who you really are.

Santan ( children ) - Santan? I don't understand.

Whose children? - Mothers'.

Mother's? - Yes.

' Motherland is greater than heaven'

I bow to thee! - O'Mother!

So you want to serve your Motherland by looting?

No. - Then what's going on?

We are looting the loot from looters.

But this is the king's tax. - The king's?

Who king? - Nawab Mir Zafar.

In whose kingdom, to pay taxes, people have to sell their women.

In whose estate, people have to eat the dead to survive.

Under whose rule, government officers. . .

blatantly disgrace the honor of our women.

Mir Zafar! That same Mir Zafar. . .

who has handed over the country's wealth to foreign looters. . .

and himself lives in peace.

Who watches his women folk being disgraced by foreigners and smiles.

But what can we do? - We? We can kick them out.

Who will do it? These handful of Santan?

How many Britishers were there in the Palasi battle?

The question is not how many fighters there are. . .

but their dedication to do or die.

In this battle of freedom, we Santan believe only in one power.

The power of celibacy.

If we can maintain celibacy. . .

our handful of men can make the people fight the British.

Don't you have families?

Yes, we do. - You have given them up?

No, we are keeping our promise.

Will you join us?

If staying away from your wife and children is your promise. . .

I will not be able to do it.

I bow to thee! - O'Mother

What are you looking? - Lord Vishnu.

Vishnu. And what's in his lap?

Who is she? - Mother.

Mother? - Yes, our mother.

I don't understand. - You will, when the time comes.

Come.

Salute your Motherland.

See. . . look. . .

the way Mother is.

Great, dark, awe inspiring.

Today, our country has become a graveyard.

That is why Mother is wearing this garland of skulls.

Come.

See. . . look. . .

as Mother will be.

Saw?

Look at her hands.

Different weapons of power in different hands.

With fiends at her feet.

She is lost in power.

Divine power. . .

eliminator of sorrow. . .

eliminator of enemies. . .

O Mother! Mother, I bow to thee!

Mother, I bow to thee! - Mother, I bow to thee!

When will we see Mother in this form?

When Mother's children will call her Mother.

Gurudev, where are Kalyani and my daughter?

Go straight from here. You'll find them in the temple.

I'll come back.

Gurudev, I'll be back. I'll take the oath. I'm coming back.

You are having a good time.

That sage army killed a British officer.

You bloody Nawab!

Tell me, what compensation can you give?

It's okay, sir. What is there to get so angry about?

Take Rs. 200000 more in taxes.

We made you the Nawab.

If you don't maintain law and order. . .

we will dump you.

We want peace.

Give me one more chance, sir.

I'm sending the orders right now.

Santan ( sages ) will either be caught, or killed.

' Let there be rejoicing in my party'

' The state of the people of the world is bad'

' Give me liquor, my nights are young'