Dillagi (Mischief) (Dillagi)

Wow! My sister-in-law is churning butter.

Only mother fed me butter.

And now you.

Go and wash up.

l'm not your slave to churn butter for you.

l know you're joking.

Just give me some. l'm very hungry.

Useless, get lost. Wants butter.

Just a little.

And then l will play such a tune on my flute...

it'll make you dance.

Oh God, you think l'm a dancer?

Let him return. l'll make sure he beats you black and blue.

But l only want butter.

A useless person like you needs a sound thrashing...

and not butter.

Leave it. l said leave it.

l won't let you even smell it.

But l will surely have some.

- ls that so? - Yes, it is.

Leave it.

Curse you.

Why don't you just die?

lf l die, who will you act smart with?

You should be thankful to have a decent brother-in-law like me.

You and decent?

All play and no work.

My brother and sister-in-law work so hard.

So, why should l?

You don't want to work but want to hog free meals.

Useless. Don't you feel ashamed?

That's it, sister-in-law.

but more like a crisis in your life.

Then, why don't you just drag me out of here?

l was unfortunate to marry into this family.

l know you would like to kill me.

Hit me. Come on, hit me.

Come on now.

What's going on?

That's all l get here, taunts and heckles.

ls that what you've learned?

You could see me wailing.

Why didn't you notice your brother?

l can't endure these insults any longer.

lnsults? What nonsense!

You want to separate two brothers.

You think l'm lying?

l feel like dying right now.

Oh God! The entire family is against me.

God, my honor now rests in your hands.

God never favors liars.

Take a look.

l won't tolerate this anymore.

Either he stays in this house, or l will.

You can stay, sister-in-law.

This house belongs to you.

l'll leave.

Where are you going, Swaroop?

Stop.

Let me go, brother.

l have realized l can't stay here any longer.

No. That's not possible.

l promised my parents, l'll always keep you close to me.

l won't let you go.

Then l'll leave.

You can keep him in your arms.

l can leave you, but not my brother.

She's the woman of the house.

She's the pride of the family.

You have to spend the rest of your life with her.

l'll have to leave to make her happy.

Why don't you leave then?

l'm going, sister-in-law.

Shankari, you've become so insolent.

l won't.

l won't even look at him.

Useless.

l won't hear a word against him.

Then close your ears.

Because that's what such people are called. Useless.

Where are you taking them?

Leave it. They aren't yours.

lnsolent woman. You dare disrespect my family?

l'll break your bones.

Don't touch me. Don't touch me.

l tolerated your rages until now.

But now l won't any more.

l didn't know such beautiful maidens were prancing here.

Don't talk nonsense.

lnsolent! Audacious!

Madam.

Oh God! Stop. Stop. Stop.

My leg.

That's your punishment.

lf you're done punishing me, please help me up.

l've broken my leg.

- Your leg? - Yes.

- Look. - Oh God!

My God!

What are you all looking at? Give a hand.

Fine.

Get up.

Father.

- Who is he? - Father...

please treat this poor traveler.

He seems to have broken his leg.

He'll be fine? Okay, l'll get it.

l asked you, what do you do?

l am jobless.

Such a healthy young man. And without a job?

Men should never sit idle.

Do some work!

lt's not easy to get back to work.

No one is willing to hire me.

All l need is something to make ends meet.

lf that's what you desire, then go to my fields.

You can shoo away the birds.

What wages do you expect?

Enough to scratch out a living.

And you will take care of our fields.

- You'll be paid eight rupees a month, as wages. - Fine.

Mala.

He can stay there comfortably.

- Fine. Come. - Yes.

Brother, who is the new face?

A poor traveler.

Beware.

He seems cunning.

These are our fields.

And that's your shanty.

Does anyone else live here?

Yes, crows, frogs, vultures and parrots.

They all live here.

- Oh! And my meals? - l'll arrange for that, too.

- What's this? - Flute.

Such a melodious flute.

Can you sing, or are you just an audience?

l'll play the flute, and you sing.

- Agreed. - Yes.

Play the flute, oh flutist

The tune makes my heart flutter

My heart seems to sway to the tune

My beloved's so innocent

How can l conceal my love for him?

The wonderful ambience, the soothing breeze

Cast the spell. Unite the two hearts

Play the flute, oh flutist

The tune makes my heart flutter

My eyes are filled with beautiful dreams

You are under my oath

Play the tune, that makes the heart go pitter-patter

Play the flute, oh flutist

The tune makes my heart flutter

You're still awake?

What's the matter?

- l was thinking, father. - What?

l was thinking now the birds won't bother us.

And our production will be double.

- Yes. Go to sleep. - Father.

Bedbugs. Mosquitoes.

God. You gave me everything.

A job, food, bedbugs and mosquitoes.

And much more.

l'll go give him some food, father.

l am pretty sure he must be hungry.

- Come back soon. - Yes.

Brother, what's this nuisance?

What nuisance?

Your young daughter...

will take food every day for your servant.

You can endure this, but not me.

You always think the wrong way.

Get rid of your misconceptions.

Excuse me.

What's your name?

Where are you?

l've been waiting for so long.

Where were you?

What happened to him?

l barely managed to save him...

from the clutches of the wolf. He's badly injured.

Apply some turmeric and lime paste.

He will be fine soon.

ls that the only medication you know for every injury?

lt's a miraculous thing.

Hold your food.

l'll go get some right away.

He'll take care of the fields...

just for food and a place to stay.

What's wrong? What is it, Mala?

He's injured.

Who's badly injured?

We can understand each other's pain.

Just you and me.

lt will heal the wound.

And, go have your food.

Hand him over to me.

- Such beautiful eyes. - Who?

Him.

- And mine? - Yours, too.