Two Acres of Land (दो बीघा ज़मीन)

'TWO ACRES OF LAND'

It hasn't rained for two years. The land is parched.

The leaves on the trees have withered away.

There's no sign of clouds in the sky.

There was a turmoil in the country.

But all sorrows do come to an end.

The sky roars once again.

Father! O father...

Hey son! Parvati...

Come and see the clouds.

After so long, God has shown us mercy.

I offered flowers to the Gods in the temple.

So you brought the clouds.

Look how dark they are. It will rain for sure.

"The rainy season arrives beating a drum"

"Falling raindrops make my heart dance"

"The rainy season arrives beating a drum"

"Falling raindrops make my heart dance"

"The rain brings life to the soil"

"Like a bride, the Earth wears a green veil"

"- The fire has been quelled, - Another fire arose"

"- Our hearts beat as one - Our hearts have engaged"

"The rainy season arrives beating a drum"

"Falling raindrops make my heart dance"

"The rain brings life to the soil"

"Like a bride, the Earth wears a green veil"

"- The fire has been quelled, - Another fire arose"

"- Our hearts beat as one - Our hearts have engaged"

"Don't sit there so downcast"

"How the wind blows"

"Come and sing the new song of life"

"- The fire has been quelled, - Another fire arose"

"- Our hearts beat as one - Our hearts have engaged"

"Sow such wondrous seeds"

"Seeds of peace and joy"

"Sow such wondrous seeds"

"Seeds of peace and joy"

"Dreams of green lush fields dance in our eyes"

"The rainy season arrives beating a drum"

"Falling raindrops make my heart dance"

"The rain brings life to the soil"

"Like a bride, the Earth wears a green veil"

"- The fire has been quelled, - Another fire arose"

"- Our hearts beat as one - Our hearts have engaged"

How does it feel?

I don't feel hungry any more. Thank God for His kindness.

Our worries are over.

Stand in the rain, Paro. It'll make you so happy.

I'm not interested, you go...

All right, then, don't get wet if you don't want to.

Give me the towel, I'll dry myself off.

"The Earth calls out to you"

"Sow seeds of love"

"The season is passing us by"

"The season is passing us by"

How is the soil now, Shambhu?

It's fertile, alive, as though it's talking to me.

It's thanks to my wife who prayed to the Gods.

You owe us a treat.

What about my wife, who offered her blood?

I am glad that I'm unmarried.

Who knows what my wife would have offered!

If you were married, we wouldn't need rain at all.

Your wife's tears would have flooded the land.

It's been so long since God showed his mercy.

These last two years have been so hard, Paro.

If we have a good harvest, I'll take back your anklets from Nathuram.

When you bring me lunch, I'll hear the anklets tinkling from afar.

I'm too old to wear anklets.

- You're too old? - Of course I am.

Open your mouth. Let's see how many teeth you've lost.

I can see a string of pearls. Old my foot!

If I'm not old, then why don't you love me?

I don't love you?

Father!

You've run away from school?

- School's over. - How come?

The teacher lost his cow and he's looking for it.

Go and help him find it, then.

- Who says I don't love you? Oh, I see! - Tulsi...

Let me show you...

Hey, Shambhu's been married for ten years at least.

And he still sits there talking to his wife, I don't understand it.

How could you? You only know how to beat your wife.

That's nonsense. Come on, we've got a lot of work to do.

Come.

Good.

An ideal situation.

- Let's talk in your splendid house. - You're welcome.

Come.

Why is the landlord here?

I saw his car a few times.

The men with the landlord looked like city men.

Then Jadhav was right. The landlord wants to build a mill here.

That means we'll have to stop farming.

Brother, this land belongs to the landlord. He can do as he pleases.

The landlord doesn't own the whole land.

Shambhu owns two acres.

And if he doesn't sell, the mill can't be built.

Will you sell your land, Shambhu?

Have you gone mad? I'll never sell my land.

He won't sell? Like hell he won't!

He has no choice. I have him in my grip.

Peasants are not what they used to be.

He'll refuse to sell and you'll be left with nothing but your grip.

Not at all. He is in my grip.

I'll sort it out right now.

Make sure you do that.

Without his land, our plans for a mill will come to nothing.

We've already printed the prospectus.

'The Great People's Mill Ltd.'

Our chairman is Mr. Thakur Harnam Singh.

We're all ready to go, sir.

But we need that land.

That's the least of my worries.

The problem is the amount of money you're asking me to invest.

Times are hard.

But Thakur sir, money begets money.

The government will end the feudal system.

So why not invest in the industry?

Goddess Lakshmi will bring us wealth.

The village will become a city.

Every home will have power, spinning fans.

We'll entertain city folk.

Nayab, will these people dance?

Will you excuse us, Thakur sir?

We've taken so much of your time.

There's no reward without effort.

We've travelled from the city for his benefit. Excuse us, Thakur sir.

Bye.

Nayab (Accountant).

Yes, master?

- How much does Shambhu owe us? - I'll have to check the ledger.

- Check it and call him tomorrow. - Very well, sir.

- Is the master in? - Yes.

Master?

Who is it? Shambhu?

Yes, yes, sit down.

- Nayab, bring the accounts. - Yes, sir.

- I have good news for you. - Good news, master?

I've decided to change the face of the village.

I'll build a mill, proper roads.

Every home will have electricity. Good for everyone.

You're like our parent to us. If you don't help us, who will?

You people don't understand.

But you're the most sensible. Put your thumbprint here.

What is it, master?

Nothing. You know your two acres of land are adjacent to my land.

I need that land, that's where the mill will be. Your thumbprint.

In exchange, I'll waive your loan.

I'll pay you back in full. Just give me more time.

Taking advantage of my needs?

Okay, I'll waive the loan and give you some money.

The land is a farmer's mother. How can I sell?

Once the mill is built, the land will become your father.

You get nothing from the land. Work in the mill and you won't go hungry.

If you uproot a tree and replant it in gold, will it survive?

Enough talking. I'm thinking of your interests. Your thumbprint.

I won't sell the land, master.

What? How dare you?

- You won't sell? - No.

Don't listen to me, but don't bring about your own ruin.

A farmer's life is ruined without his land.

For seven generations, our home stood on that land.

I will not sell it under any circumstances.

How dare you? Such audacity!

Very well. Then pay what you owe me by tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Give me four days, master.

- I've been too lenient. You people don't have any decency. - Do me a favour sir...

- My mind's made up. Get out. - Have mercy, master.

Master...

Pour some water.

- How long before the mangoes grow? - Five years.

Grandad, I'll give the first mango to you and the second to father.

Look, father. We've planted a mango tree.

In five years we'll have fruit.

Five years...

Go, child. Get your slate and chalk.

- Father, I need some urgent advice. - What is it, son?

- I'll have to repay the landlord all our dues by tomorrow. - Tomorrow?

Yes, else our land will be auctioned.

Auctioned!

This is a crime. All we have is this plot of land.

If we lose it, we'll starve.

What do you think?

I can't think of anything, father. But we must do something.

- Here I am. - You came, son.

- You know how to count, don't you? Add this up. - Yes.

Two year's worth of grain seeds at Rs. 20.

Rs. 20.

Manure for three years, Rs. 12.

Two bundles of hay at Rs. 8 each.

- Slowly, father. I'll get it all mixed up. - All right.

8 plus 8, is 16.

- 16 plus 12 is 28. Yes. - 28.

I borrowed some cash.

- Rs. 3, then Rs. 7, then Rs. 2. - 3, 7, 2.

Interest on that? At most, Rs. 5.

Write Rs. 5. What's that total?

- Add it correctly, make no mistake. - Yes.