Bharat (भारत)

People believe there are only 7 stories in the world.

But I believe every person has a story to tell.

You must think a middle-class, old man must have led such a boring life...

... how would you know that I've lived...

... a life more colorful than my greying hair can betray.

Get it, get it, get it... dammit...

Mr. Robert...

- This is the main shop... - This idiot again...

The owner is Mr. Bharat... oh, greetings!

- Hello Mr. Gulati... - Hello sir... hello!

This is our dear Mr. Gupta.

He's a big builder.

Hello...

This is our foreign financer - Mr. Robert.

Is Mr. Bharat not around?

He's very much here... where would he go?

He's in his room.

Bharat sir, I'm requesting you for the last time...

Please have one look at these papers.

This is Mr. Gupta - it's his project...

And he thinks, we will make a killing with this deal.

You will get a store twice this big... in his gigantic mall sir!

Every shop owner in the market has already signed Bharat sir...

Just you...

I mean, we need your blessings sir.

If you sign these papers Bharat sir,

I promise to erect an A-grade mall in this market sir!

It's my challenge!

And excuse me sir...

I just found out,

it's your happy birthday tomorrow, isn't it?

Mr. Gupta, don't be shy now...

This is Ms. Laxmi, Bharat sir - the goddess of wealth?

Last night in my dream she said -

"I can't live without Bharat sir anymore!"

So, I've brought her along to meet you.

Hmm?

Inside? You mean... in private?

This is nice...

We can speak openly now.

What's this? What... what happened sir?

What're you doing Bharat sir?!

I'm sorry sir. I'll never set eyes on your shop...

In fact I'll forget about this whole market sir!

- Mr. Gupta!!! - Shut up!

- Help, Mr. Gupta! - What's happening inside?

Gulati is screaming...

Gulati is possessed by the mall-witch...

He's getting exorcised.

I was born before this country's independence and its partition.

I've lost way more than I have earned...

And yet I've managed to live a fair & honest life.

Don't you dare lure the people here with a mall again.

Don't forget...

It doesn't matter how old a tiger grows,

he never forgets how to hunt his prey down.

Bharat sir, you have your father's swear...

I'll die sir... let me go please...

You count from 10 to 0...

- He will be out. 10... - 10.

- 9... - 9.

- 8... - 8.

- Very good. - 7.

- Very good. - 6... 5...

- My father would've whacked you with a broom! - 4... 3... 2...

The old man has lost it...

- 0... and voila! - He's lost it!

The old man has lost his marbles Mr. Gupta...

Grab the money and run!

- Both the old man gone mad... run for life... - What? What?

Leave me!

Mad people!

- Bloody oldies have lost it! - Open the door.

- Open, you fool! - Where are those thugs?!

- Don't ever come back! - Where did they go?

Idiot! Open the door...

Vilayati... let's go.

- Open you fool... open!!! - C'MON! OPEN!!!

- Get lost! - Open the door...

If you even look at my shop again,

I will bury you alive, right here!

You messed with the wrong guy Bharat!

I won't spare you... I'll kill you.

Drive, you idiot... or he'll grab my neck again!

Listen to me carefully...

Till the day I'm alive,

I'm not going to sell this shop...

And neither will there be a mall here...

Do what you want about it...

Look at all this dirt...

Zero sense of civics,

and you want a damn mall?!

Off you go... c'mon.

- Bro, can I tell you something? - Ya?

I think you have completely lost it...

Bro, I'm turning 70...

This is the age to lose it!

Everyone in the market is just waiting for you to pop it.

You can tell them Bharat isn't dying anytime soon.

- Happy birthday grandpa... - Happy birthday grandpa...

Careful! Stop running around... you'll hurt yourselves.

Go on.

Welcome home Mr. Brother-in-law! Please grace us with your presence.

Hello Mr. Barrister-at-law...

You're turning 75 tomorrow.

70... not 75.

After 60 age literally is just a number.

It's all the same.

And he is pretty much a younger sibling of the creator himself!

This one, is one of a kind...

Uncle, are we going to Attari station again, tomorrow?

Of course. Like we have been for the last 15 years.

Here's your tea.

Mr. Bro-in-law...

People your age don't plan birthday parties...

You should be planning pilgrimages...

To atone for your sins...

Let it go man. He's a little touchy.

Look, we got you a gift...

There goes the birthday party...

Madam-sir... where are you?

Move, move...

Move man!

Are you blind?

Watch out...

Hold on...

What's wrong sexy?

I was the one in an accident and you're the one who looks banged up.

Why do they have grumble about my birthday?

I'm the birthday boy...

I should get to cut my cake wherever I want.

Don't I quietly eat the awful pizza & burgers at their birthday?

Do I complain?

I want to cut my birthday cake while running

along a running train at Attari station...

What's their problem?! I didn't force anyone to come!

Bharat, old age is turning you into a child.

A stubborn child who wants everything his way.

Stop being such an old bulb with a short fuse!

Okay, I'm done with my daily dose.

What's up with you?

Me?

I'm still a heartthrob among the morning walkers!

Just day before Mr. Sharma was whispering to his neighbor,

"That Kumud's body is still so banging!"

Hah! I believe that...

I'm sure Mr. Sharma's eyes need a thorough check up!

Grandpa!!!

- Get in fast. - It's so early in the morning!

I didn't even get a decent bowel movement...

I'll be constipated all day.

Don't worry, I've packed a laxative for you...

Here's the key to the store.

Where's madam-sir?

I don't know why she's late.

Sorry.

Here.

Happy birthday!

Your promise makes my heart beat,

this life I've lived, feels incomplete...

My heart beats in pain...

I need you to heal this ache,

come back and hold me again.

Dhak-Dhak, dhak-dhak, spins my heart I hope & pray in vain.

- I dream of a path that leads to you... - Come on Bharat! Let's go.

But I know not what road or what lane.

Thap-thap, thap-thap... lonely, beats a drum

Thap-thap, thap-thap when will my beloved come?

The train is 4 hours late...

We woke up this early on a public holiday... for this!

He's always going on like a stuck record...

Jyoti...

Grandpa... why do we always come here to celebrate your birthday?

It's not my birthday today.

What?!

When I was little,

they asked me my birth date for school admissions...

But all I could remember was that

I came here to Attari station on a train from Pakistan on 15th August.

So I told them... that's my birthday!

But why did you come here from Pakistan?

We had to come here...

Because at that time,

a few wise old men in a dusty old room thought

"Maybe our people will be happier if we tear this country apart..."

Do you see him?

The white haired, suited-booted man...

Walking there like 'The Godfather'.

He's my brother-in-law...

This one, is one of a kind...

You wanna play marbles?

Hey... can we also play?

Here.

- Tell me... which one should I hit? - This one...

Grandpa, when did you learn this?

It's a long story my child.

Oh no Bharat! That's gone into the teacher's room...

Let's get it back.

Get in... be quiet.

Mr. Kapoor, the atmosphere has changed...