Deewar

Ladies and gentlemen..

That medal will be awarded now...

...which every police officer desires to wear on his chest.

This medal is awarded every year to that officer...

...who not only does his duty...

...but who goes beyond that, and safeguards the law itself.

This year that medal is awarded to our upcoming, outstanding officer...

...sub-lnspector Ravi Verma.

Honourable Minister, my senior officers, and friends.

What l'm about to say, is nothing really new.

The awardee always states "l don't deserve this honour".

lt's a different matter of course, that they don't really mean it.

But in fact, it's the truth.

The world honours and respects the man behind every achievement.

But behind that man there are others too...

...who go unnoticed, and not known by people.

Whose name is not printed in any book, paper or gazette.

Before accepting this medal, l want to name the person behind my feat.

That person is Sumitradevi.

Who, fortunately, happens to be... ...my mother.

The feat for which l'm being feted is no doubt, done by these hands.

But the strength in them was my mother's!

That's why l'd like my mother be allowed to accept this medal.

Come, Madam... Let me take you...

"Long live Anandbabu."

Today is the 1 1th day of our strike.

But it seems, that our stone-deaf owners...

...haven't yet understood what we are demanding.

They think we want to deprive them of their wealth.

Not true. They think we wish to be rich like them...

...and make them poor like us. This is also not true.

We just want to point out that the labourer...

...who extracts coal from the mines searches for fuel for his own hearth.

And we also demand, that the dark nights...

...that have clouded our lives, for all these years now...

...be done and over with, and let a new morn dawn!

- Long live! - Mr. Anand!

And that morning will dawn on that day...

...when the workers get the right and a proper share for their efforts.

A hospital to treat them, and a good school for their children.

lf my voice is reaching the owners of these mines...

...then let them listen. We're not complaining about...

...why are the vases in their rooms full of fresh flowers.

We are complaining why are our tins in the kitchens empty?

We're not complaining why these coal mines...

...yield gold for them. We're complaining...

...why do we get just brass? lf, at this moment my voice...

...is reaching their ears, then let them hear.

That this strike will not be over...

...as long as there's strength in us.

"Long live Anandbabu."

- He's a good orator. - Shall l shut him up?

No. Don't ever make that mistake.

lf a leader dies an untimely death, he becomes a martyr forever.

- His long life is his death. - Then what do we do?

He can't be bribed either.

lf not by money, something else.

Every man has his weaknesses. One weak point...

Put a finger on that and he's ready to sell off all his principles.

But the point is... what is Anandbabu's weak point?

Aren't the boys back from school as yet?

They'll be here, you get so upset if they're slightly late!

Brother stop.

Here they are.

Brother stop. Brother stop.

Mom!

- Come here, where were you? - ln school.

Come, come. Sit. Good boy.

- How was school today? - Our teacher said...

- He said something about you. - Really? What did he say?

- He said, 'your father... ' - No, no. He said, Anandbabu.

- Yes, that you are a man of principles." - Yes, father.

- ls that true? - Can't say son. - Run along. l've made 'kheer' today.

Come on, go.

You should see their pranks! Either they read the paper like you.

Or they'll stand on the chain and lecture! You mean the world to them.

And who else do l have in this world except them?

- Did anyone give pamphlets? - Yes he did.

He was saying the same thing. That you're the only hope they have.

Yes. Tomorrow we're going to protest in front of the owner's bungalow.

Let's see what happens.

Agree to our demands. Give us our rights.

Please gentlemen... the owners are ready to discuss things.

Send your representative who'll talk on your behalf.

Come in.

- Greetings, sir. - Sit down.

l've all the papers ready for a compromise between us.

You made them ready, before talking to the labourers?

Read the papers first, and then sign.

Did you call me in, to play this practical joke on me?

l've already refused to sign whatever's written in this.

You haven't seen the full file yet. Turn another page and see.

Sir..

l'm a businessman. l also don't like such gimmicks.

But sometimes people like you, force me to do them.

- Where is my family? - Wherever they are, they are fine.

Do you realize, sir, that you are committing a serious crime?

You can stop me from committing it.

Sign these papers, and tomorrow your family will return to you safely.

And if l refuse to sign?

Nothing much. l'll just tear this photograph into pieces.

Are you threatening me?

You don't know this man. His name is Bachchan Singh.

He has gone to jail twice. That too for murder!

- Once for throttling a kid of 7... - Listen, sir...

- l'm listening. - l...

- l want my family. - And l want your signature.

l've signed the papers concerning our demands.

- l've agreed to all the conditions. - What do you mean by that?

l've agreed that we'll all toil on the same pay scale.

l've also accepted that henceforth, if we go on a strike...

...it'll be illegal.

l've... l've sold you all to them.

Get down, all of you. lf you utter a word about this...

...you and your kids will meet the same fate as your husband.

l know. l know why you did it.

You did it for me, and for your children.

You were helpless...

Anandbabu is a thief.

lt's on everyone's lip that Anandbabu is a thief.

Just some naughty boys.

You'll see, people will soon forget and forgive you.

You'll soon gain their respect like before.

Honestly, they'll all respect you.

Get these medicines, will you?

Don't look so worried. lt'll be fine.

l'll go and get the medicines.

Anandbabu is a fraud.

Look! There goes the wife of our owner's pimp.

- He really got beaten up! - So? Must have made lolly too.

ln dealing with coals, only the hand gets blackened.

- His whole face got blackened. - He's a bloody fraud.

He's a bloody fraud.

No! Oh No...

Tattoo my darling's name on my arm, will you?

Better think. For, once l tattoo, it'll never come off!

Look there goes that boy...

What's your name?

- This is Anandbabu's son. - Oh, l see.

So this is the offspring of that cheat, eh?

- What's your name? - Vijay.

And your father's name?

Mr. Anand.

Say "Thief"...

You say, what you tattoo cannot be erased, eh?

- Then tattoo on his arm. - What? - "My father is a thief."

What happened, son? Who beat you up?

Tell me, son. Why don't you speak?

"My father is a thief."

Vijay... my son!

We won't stay here now. They are all against us.

We'll go away from here. We'll go away!

How will we live here? How will we eat?

l'm here... Your mother.

Careful, my dear...

- Vijay! - What happened, mom?

Where's Ravi? He was here now.

Must be here somewhere. l'll see.

"The best place in this world is our lndia."

There he is, Mother.

"Our lndia!"

Why are you crying?

Then what shall l do?

l can't earn enough even to send you both to school.

You don't earn enough to educate us both, but...

...we both can earn enough to send Ravi to school. l'll earn too.

My son!

But you're just a kid. What work will you do?

Give me two race book.

- And the 2nd race? - ln the 2nd race...

Royal Salute to Halla Gulla.

l see. We have a good chance there.

- And the 6th race? - "Manga". - Okay, but not for a long distance.

- Meaning? - A horse which runs slow at first, is for a long race.

- Once he speeds up, he leaves everyone else behind. - Done, sir.

Pay him.

l polish shoes. l don't beg. Pick up that coin and hand it to me.

- Hear that, sir? - Yes.

Give him the money.

- What! - Yes, give it to him.

Jaichand..

That is a long-distance runner!

Did you see his arrogance? He won't shine shoes all his life.

The day he picks up speed in life, he'll leave everyone behind.

Mark my words. This boy will come up in life.

He will make a name for himself. He gets the highest marks in class.

Well done! Now go to your place.

Thank you, teacher.

Come on children. Open your books.

Come on! Hurry up! Hurry up!

Are you blind? Do you own these bricks to break them like this?

- Sorry, sir. - Sorry, my foot! She's so delicate she can't work!

Then go and do something you are capable of!

Mind your tongue!

Look at that. lt's a sin even to show pity these days.

She had literally begged for work. Now, she's drunk. How can she work?

- Get lost from here. - l've 2 small kids. Have mercy.

l've seen many like you, who hire kids, and beg around!

Now get lost! Go on...

She broke new bricks. l've to give accounts to the boss.