Baap Numbri Beta Dus Numbri

Sir, my hand is broken. - Go away.

Madam, I have a broken hand. - Go away.

God, you are the father of the whole universe.

Day after tomorrow is the Rakhi festival.

Like every year, even this year, take my Rakhi to my brother.

Mummy, what is Rakhi? - I'll tell you.

Rosy.

Brother D'souza. - The Rakhi is just a thread.

But as a bond, it is stronger than an iron chain.

I will come here day after tomorrow & my foster sister will tie a Rakhi...

on my hand.

But sister, where are you sending this Rakhi?

Bombay, to my brother, Raman.

I have forbidden you many times, yet you are sending Rakhi to your brother?

What do I do? I have only one brother.

But what kind of a brother? A thief, fraud, a cheat?

This is the home of a decent custom officer.

I don't even want his shadow falling on this house.

Don't send him a Rakhi. - I have full faith in my Rakhi.

Just watch, my Rakhi will reform my spoilt brother one day.

Anyone in?

Damn! there is no food in my stomach, no water in the glass ...

no cigarette in the carton and no sticks in the match.

Who is knocking down my door?

That door is not strong.

Prasad...son. - What is it, father?

Go and open the door. - You only open it.

I have not smoked, how can I open the door, I am feeling giddy.

Even I have not eaten since three days.

I have become so weak, even my shadow is feeling giddy.

Throwing my dialogues at me? - A son takes after his father.

If a son goes after his father, where will the father go?

To open the door.

Sister, is Mr. Raman home? - Damn you! I am brother, not sister.

Your letter.

Mr. Raman. Give me a tip on this festival day.

Tip? I'll claim one from you.

How can you ask a pauper for a tip? Look at my state first.

When my fate has not tipped me favourably, how can I tip you?

The state of my poverty is such that if I attend the funeral of a beggar...

he considers it an insult and jumps out of the coffin.

It's so long since I ate food that I don't remember how it tastes.

How rice looks, what is done with tea, I have forgotten everything.

My son is lying hungry and lifeless since weeks.

I feel God only gave us life, he forgot to give us destiny.

I'm sorry to hear this.

Sorrow? When sorrow hears our story, even sorrow feels sad ...

you are still human.

But we are self respecting people.

We eat our sorrow to fill our stomach and quench our thirst with tears ...

but never beg before anyone.

If you could help me... My son is breathing his last.

If he dies, you only will have to carry the bier.

No Raman, don't talk like that.

That's enough. - That's not my money.

They are money orders I have to deliver.

So what? - I'll check the other pocket.

Hurry up, my son is dying. - I had a 50p.

50p? You are insulting my poverty?

If you put a 50p coin in the charity box, it jumps out.

Give me more.

My pocket is torn. The coin must have fallen off.

Damn! If ever I have to get something, even that doesn't come.

I'm sorry. I'm leaving.

Listen. If you could get us some food from your home...

My wife is visiting her mother's home.

I am not asking for your wife, I am asking for food.

She only cooks food. I myself am eating in a hotel these days.

Can I come along? - I owe him a huge credit.

Maybe he doesn't oblige even me today. - Damn!

Atleast give me a smoke. - I have only one.

Will do. - Atleast return the match.

Your wife is not home, you don't have more cigarettes, ...

what will you do with the match? Go enjoy yourself.

God will bless you, of which there is no chance.

What a fraud he is!

He was asking me for a tip.

Have I spared anyone until today that I will tip him?

Oh yes, read whose letter this is.

There is a Rakhi in this. - Rakhi?

Oh yes. I have a sweet sister. And she never forgets to send me a Rakhi.

Had she sent me money this time, it would be so much better.

Leave the letter. Take this to the bazaar and try selling it.

I'll give you Rs.2. - Nonsense!

This Rakhi is an antique piece.

You small men don't know the value of precious items.

Alright, take Rs.4. - That's the price of only seeing it.

I won't pay you more than Rs.5 - Alright, give me eatables in exchange

What do you want?

Eight loaves of bread, two packs of cigarettes, & two packs of biscuits.

Now hurry up. - Wait.

Slowly father. I haven't even touched the food yet...

and you are bent on finishing the whole thing.

Don't eye my food. Since I have been born ...

it's the first time I've eaten to my fill.

Thank you, sister. May God bless you.

What a Rakhi you sent me. It filled my stomach.

Hey! What are you eating? - Nothing.

Chocolate? Did you flick it from my pocket?

Your pocket doesn't have cloth, how will it hold a chocolate?

Then where did this come from?

I flicked this when the shopkeeper was making my parcel.

Bless you. You will make me proud.

Come, I'll teach you different ways of picking pockets.

Picking pockets is a job that involves concentration.

You have to concentrate, and the distract the other person.

Assume this is a wallet full of money. I am putting it in my pocket.

Come and dash against me and pick it.

Okay? Here, I put it in my pocket. Come.

Hey stupid! Come here. You made a mistake.

The wallet is in my pocket.

Father, you were concentrating on your wallet. So I flicked your watch.

Crutches?

I'll surely get Rs.10 for it.

I'll flick it. He's lame anyways.

Help! He took my crutch and my bag. Someone catch him!

Catch him!

Teacher? - Bravo son!

What wonderful students I have. They steal in broad daylight.

They snatch the crutches of lame men.

Tell me, why did you do this?

Tell me!

Father.

You? - Yes, me. Why are you beating him?

He committed a theft. He stole a lame man's crutch.

So let him. Is that lame man related to you?

Great! What a father you are.

Instead of punishing him for stealing, you are defending him?

Perhaps that is why you withdrew his name from school ...

so that he can become a thief, a cheat, a vagabond like you?

Yes, that is why I stopped his schooling.

What do the educated get in this country?

After wasting their parents hard work and money ...

children get degrees, but what after that?

They run from pillar to post to get a job.

Half their life is spent studying, and half is spent in running around.

What is the use of getting such an education?

Infact, after an education, they feel embarrassed to do hard labour ...

because they become obsessed with the fact that they are educated.

What will he gain by studying in school?

What will he gain by staying with you? What will he become? A thief?

Who becomes a saint after taking an education anyway?

All of them become cheats. They study and invent new ways of cheating.

Shall I tell you something? Only that guy should study ...

whose father has lots of money.

So that after completing education, he takes up his father's chair ...

makes graduates his slaves and rule over them.

That is why I am educating my son in my University ...

so that he doesn't grow up to work for anybody.

So that he does his own business with his brain power ...

and with his fingers as his equipments.

You saved this boy from being slapped today.

But tomorrow, this very sin of yours will slap you so hard ...

it's resonance will break your heart.

You will weep.

But regretfully, you won't have anyone to wipe your tears then.

Inspector, I have come to hand him over to you.

To me? Is he your son?

No, he is not my son. He was standing at the bus stop and crying.

He doesn't have parents, he seems to be an orphan.

So I thought I'll bring him to you, you adopt him.

I myself have a huge family. - Then keep him in jail.

How can I? He has committed no crime.

So what do I do? Where do I take him?

Get him admitted to some orphanage.

They are orphanages in name only. They are actually trouble houses.

Those who grow up there, have to tolerate hunger, abuse, poverty.

When they come out, they are already half criminals.

I'd say that 75 % of the criminals are from these orphanages.

You are right, brother. I am a living example.

I grew up in an orphanage and became a criminal when released. - See.

You will shudder with sorrow when you hear my story.

Once... - Shut-up!

I am narrating my story, and you are barging in between.

Inspector, forget your uniform and question your sleeping heart ...

whether this innocent child should be sent to an orphanage.

Did we shed our blood for the freedom of India ...

so that the innocent shoulders that carry the burden of future India...

will grow up in orphanages?

Do one thing. You yourself bring up this child.

Me? - Yes.

I will give you money for his upbringing. Tell me, do you accept?

I can do anything for the future of the country.

Give. - Take this much for now.

From next month, take Rs.100 from me every month.

I'll come every 1st. - Ensure the kid doesn't lack anything.

I will ensure that.

I will make him a decent and honest man.

That's my duty.

Go. - Let's go, son.

May you be successful.

Children, go home and tell your parents ...

that a new leader has been born, who has formed a new Party ...

and made a flag of that Party. That flag is flying on that pole.

We will hoist this flag and announce the creation of our Party.

Where did the flag go?

The flag is here, father. - You stole a flag?

What else could I do?

That fake leader was lying to the people and praising himself.

That he will do this, and that. But he doesn't do a thing.