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(praying)

(muffled groans)

Wait, I'm coming.

What is it? Come on.

Hold me, up...

up now, be strong.

There you go, now come on.

Oh my dear...

you've grown heavy, I can't anymore... sit down.

Come on, sit.

Sit.

Oh dear...

Sit comfortably.

'Ahir Bhairav'? (chuckles)

Look what time it is, too late now.

Can't play 'Ahir Bhairav' anymore now, can we?

Now is the time for 'Vrindavani Sarang', get it?

No more time for 'Ahir Bhairav' now.

The master won't employ him at the docks anymore.

Eat.

Says, "What work would your son do, Shafina bibi?

He's just blowing at it all day."

Alright, let him come back. -Of course!

You keep saying that. Does he listen, ever?

It's potato fields today, brick factory tomorrow, then he runs.

How will he earn like this?

Not everything can be forced, dear.

He's young, it's what the heart wants.

His father's failing health, brother groaning all day...

Does he even realize?

I'd understand still, if he respected you...

Who says he doesn't?

Bismillah does whatever he can...

How do we blame him if he doesn't like it?

What is it, sweetie?

It's nothing, he's weaving melody.

Mehtaab Ali's 'gharana' after all.

My dear...

You want to hear? -(groans in agreement)

Want to hear, huh?

(Shafina sighs)

Alright, wait.

Listen to some 'Vrindavani Sarang', hmm?

(soulful shehnai plays)

Many years

From today

On a night, quite like this

The devotee cowherds of Braj

Had a pledge to keep in the name Of Katyayani

As they finished worship And asked for their wish

Saying, O Goddess Katyayani O great Mother

The great potency of the Lord Possessor of greatest mystic power

Make the son of Nanda Mahraja

As my husband

At the end of their worship, Govinda ensured them...

"On the next full moon night, I shall grant your wish.

I shall appear at the realm of humans."

On that full moon night, the milkmaids...

said in request to Shyam...

Tonight

The heart really wishes

To dance together with you

How the peacock does

To this, he said...

"If it is so, she must dance first

There she is, Radha dearest".

"If it is so, she must dance first

My dearest Radha

To the music of my flute (song fades)

The waiting comes to an end.

But the hero doesn't return.

On the next morning when he arrives...

it is visible that he's spent the night with someone else.

His whole body carries blatant proof.

What's that?

(chuckles)

She adored him.

The hero's body,

was riddled with marks from her bangles.

'Oh look at this woman

She has no shame

How can you visit another man

Early, in the daytime?

The scar of love

Adorns your chest

Who is that charming woman

Who has scarred you

Your toenails and feet

Blushing in colours of desire

Oh, what beauty

Has adorned you

Vermilion and 'kajal'

All over that face of yours

Distanced from your lover For a bit

Your eyes have welled up'

Hey, hey... Who's there?

-Bishu!

What is it?

Got high again eh?

Stumbling around on the road!

Come on now, come on! Get up!

Get in the car.

I'm about to get a hump, carrying the household on.

Momina gave us some vegetables.

I'm cooking some rice.

-Another one...

sitting comfortably in his city.

He's employed, has a good house.

And here his father's coughing blood...

He doesn't care.

Look, there's no point discussing this.

The more sentimental you get, the more you hurt yourself.

Let it be.

Hamid doesn't wish to return home...

How would you force him to?

He has his own family too... -(coughs)

Of course, he does.

But he never thinks of us?

His father's ill...

A brother is groaning all day...

Sure, Akram is his step-brother...

but leaving everything on Bismillah, what big work is he doing in the city?

Is all your anger only for my sons, dear?

Take care of Akram, who's stopping you!

I have no anger for anyone, big sister.

Only for my fate.

What are you two on about now?

Stop all this talk of sentiments... (coughs)

What's wrong?

Oh Allah! What is it?

What happened?

Hey Akram!

-What's wrong dear? -What's wrong with you?

Want some water?

What is it? Please, have some water.

Please get some water, sister?

Hello...

Listen...

Move aside, young sis. Here, have some water.

Drink. (coughs continues)

What happened? The same thing again?

Had a black out?

Oh dear...

What is it? Look at me...

(weak groans)

There he is again.

Come.

Bless you.

Shibu...

-Taking any medicines yet? -Well...

Tell me how you are? -It's all good.

(coughs) So-- Oh Allah!

The coughing's bad again, is it?

I heard you got an expensive car! So the earning's good huh?

It just happened.

By the grace of God and teachings of my master.

You've taught me well, uncle Ali.

When I play the shehnai, people everywhere look up in wonder!

(coughing continues) -But what's this one up to, huh?

No sense of time, roaming in forests, or marshes, playing flute!

With such a big Shehnai maestro for a father!

Shibu...

for a while now...

his coughing has only grown worse.

If I could...

just buy some medicine...

What?

No, I'll be fine...

Don't worry, I'll manage something...

Take this...

No it's alright, let it be.

(clicks tongue)

I'll be off.

Shibu da!

If Allah wills it, money will come in.

You won't take it?

Fair enough.

Bye.

See you.

Sure.

Bishu...

Come here.

You did well...

Not taking that money... You truly are my son.

But you must understand that the family needs money.

But I can't anymore.

You must take the reign now.

Just think it over.

I'll go inside now.

Take that.

Come, father.

Take, big sister.

Let's go. -I'm alright.

(coughing continues)

(speaking indistinctly)

What is it, brother?

'Chandrakosh' is for the late night.

Raga of the midnight.

Want to hear? -(groans happily)

(melancholy 'Chandrakosh' playing)

(coughing)

(whispers)

Brother... hey...

Any letters for Rashid Ali?

From Hamid Ali?

Come this side.

That side is for the wind,

not people.

I see.

You're new here?

Yes.

-From Kolkata? -Hmm.

There was this man in my neighbourhood...

Narasingha da.

A mimic artist.

Like yourself... look-wise.

He died.

They didn't let the good man live.

The art died...

with the man himself.

(sighs)

-See you then. -See you.

Want some veggies?

Have some good taro here.

Want some veggies, anyone?

Hello, Sir!

Is the cough any better? Huh?

Well... just coming around...

Let me help... -No, it's okay, I can.

So... what is it today?

Heart troubles, you see...

There's no money either, just selling taros and all.

What's wrong with the country, everything seems...

so dystopian now.

Yes.

-You went to the post office? -Just like that...

Did Hamid send a le--

You see, I am father after all.

I feel like maybe he's written to me, I didn't get it.

Brother, don't say it like that... What are you saying!

Who would you even ask anyway, these two are crazy in the head.

This Ramchandra, postmaster...

keeps looking towards Kolkata...

-Why so? -His wife went away, you see.

She never returned, didn't even write to him.

What would he do?

Allah...

Oh my, I'll get late. I'll be off now.

Alright, go ahead.

-Sir, some help-- -Yes, sure.

Tell Shafina...

I'll visit soon.

Be careful on the way back.

Want some veggies?

You'll get 150 rupees.

-Hey Bishu... -Huh?

Not more than 150 rupees for this. Keep it.

150?

Actually, it's 125,

I'm giving 150 since I know you.

Take it.

Take out that bangle.

Keep it here, they'll come for it soon.

Heard the story of the Buyer-man and seller-man?

-Huh? -The buyer-man and seller-man's tale.

Haven't you?

One of them only saves up and buys.

Hey, Bhola?

Bhola? -Yes.

That's the buyer-man.

These are damaged.

-And the other one...

just sits back...

and enjoys.

He's called the indulgent-man.

And the next one, sells everything he has.

Does no work.

He's the seller-man.

And the one after him is sad-man.

His fate is doomed.

Do you get it?

Tell you what,

rather than blowing the flute and roaming around,

you can try and find a job.

You're old enough.

Take that out. Keep it here.

-I won't sell.

Check the weights.

-Listen. -Yes?

Did my advice hurt your ego? Give him the medal.

Wasting my morning!

Go, get me a plate of 'kachori'.

-It's okay. Keep it.

Keep it. -Yes. (exhales)

-Put it down.

-Hold it.

-Yes, okay.

-Hurry up now!

It's fine. Come on.

Hmm!

Lift it. Lift.

-Damn.

-Hmm.

-Yes?

-Bugger, where the hell were you?

You swine... I give you work,

you bunked it for the play? -Please hear me out.

-Playing flute! With my money! -Never again--

-Please hear me out! -Get lost! Now!

Bugger, keep blowing the flute!

Carrying sacks of rice isn't for you.

Listen. -There.

You'd arrange the sacks, pay the fine for waste!

-Okay, -Only then you'll get your flute!

Remember this! -My flute...

-Get lost now! -Just listen to...

-I said get lost!

('kirtan') Hare Krishna Hare Krishna

Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare

Hare Ram, Hare Ram

Ram Ram, Hare Hare

Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna

Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare

Get on it.

There you are... -Hello.

-Hello. Take our things inside. -Your sitting is over there.

Let's go.

(peppy tune playing)

'She romances Shyam In the evening

She goes to fetch water

When Krishna plays the flute Beneath a tree

The cowherds of Braj Lose all their senses

Some dance, some sing Some utter Hari's name

The name of Radha Amuses them in delight

Krishna's turban Adorned with peacock feather

And other flowers you see around Braj

The top is done with Bakul flower

Both feet adorned with 'ghungroos'

Radha goes to fetch water Covering her face

Radha's waist moves in rhythm As she walks

Suddenly, by the lake Krishna appears

Seeing him Radha quickly tries to hide

(song fades)

Go there.

What's your name?

Bismillah.

I heard you playing the flute.

Where are you from?

Nadia.

Shantipur.

Know the place?

Once...

Hmm.

Who else is there in your family?

Father.

A brother. No. Two elder brothers.

Hamid Dada stays in Kolkata.

Another is Fuhad. Two mothers at home.

And that one. -Akram!

What if I'd like to hear the flute again?

Come to my place?

I have a boat.

See that hill?

Right behind it.

Will you come?

In the evening, today?

Hmm.

I'll take your leave, Lord Krishna.

Hmm!

What are you looking at?

Let's go.

Don't stare.

Who's she? Hmm?

-Look straight. -(chuckles)

Mother, serve the food.

I've to go out.

You've nowhere to go now.

Take your oath, pick up the Shehnai,

or else there's no food for you.

Stop it, sister.

Hey, Bishu,

listen to me.

Bishu.

Hey, Bishu. Listen.

What are they telling you?

Huh?

Father, I've to leave.

Listen.

-Akram? -Yes?

If you play the flute,

nobody will ask you to play at weddings.

What will you do?

No one listens to the Shehnai either now.

Sons take on to their father's path.

There's nothing wrong in it.

A mentor like him,

where will you ever find?

Just hold it once,

you can do it. You definitely can.

Listen.

Take your oath this evening.

Be my apprentice.

-Today? -Yes, my son.

Today onwards.

You can do it. I'm telling you.

(ululating)

(indistinct conversation)

Don't touch.

What happened, dear?

What is it?

Not now.

Today onwards,

you are your father's apprentice.

Hmm.

Music is your life now,

I pray to Allah for your success.

Here. Take it.

Get away, you can't do it!

Not letting me play!

What happened? Why are you hitting him?

Brother! Calm down! Please calm down!

-Nothing happened! You're fine! -Take this! Play it!

-Don't know what gets into you! -Play it.

Hold. Hold it.

Play it. Play.

Good! Play it.

Brother!

Brother!

-Brother! -What happened?

What?

Brother.

Tell me!

He's gone.

-Where are his clothes? -Let him sleep.

Let him sleep!

He said he would get up late today. Let him sleep.

(whimpering)

Hello.

Rashid Miyan?

-You have a letter? -Yes.

Bishu?

-How are you? -Good.

-Wait. -Wait. There's a letter.

Let me see what is in there.

Here, hold this.

See.

What has he written?

Will he come?

"Father, heard the news of Fuhad's demise.

Have sent 2000 rupees for his last rights.

It's not possible for me to come home.

I have my own family.

Can't do so much, with this job."

Hmm.

See you.

You get inside.

To the address on the envelope...

Here...

Return the money through money order.

We could use the money, you know.

-Shut up! Will you? -Father, calm down.

"use the money"!

What are you staring at?

Go inside!

(coughing)

Bishu?

Hey, Bishu!

-What is it? -Bishu?

Listen!

-What happened? -Listen to me!

The thing is... -Calm down.

Give me the money!

Don't tell your father!

With the money, he could get treatment.

No.

Why not?

Isn't it your brother's money?

Give it me dear! Please! -Doesn't matter!

If father is refusing it, I won't take it either.

We're going hungry here, hell with self respect!

Whatever there is,

that's enough.

Go back! Go back now! -Give it to me. Please!

Give the money! -If father isn't taking it, I won't too!

Go back home now.

Bishu?

Then...

will you...

ask your brother something on my behalf?

Say it.

Since I've a grandson,

if he could send a photograph of his!

Hey, Bishu? What's up?

Here?

Came for a money order.

Father asked me to send money.

To whom?

To my elder brother.

Hmph... Hamid won't come back. Get it?

He works in the city, addicted to that life now.

Come home sometime, Bishu.

Will hear you playing the flute.

(chuckles)

You guys still send Hamid money?

After the demise of Fuhad,

he had sent us money.

Father asked me to send it back.

I'll leave.

Do you want to work?

I've three DJ box sets, but no one to work it.

It's good income.

Drop by sometime.

-Do come.

Shibu Da?

I'll be back from the toilet.

-What do you mean? -Back in five minutes.

-Who'll play? -It's really urgent.

Okay? -Go.

(whistles)

What's this?

Shibu Da asked me...

to play DJ. -To play what?

Shibu asked me to play DJ.

What?

Father? -Move aside!

Take it! Sell it off!

Sell it all off!

Bloody swine!

Playing DJ!

Here. -Father!

Take it.

Sell it off!

Sell it! -He gave me a lot of money!

Gave you money! Why didn't you buy poison with it?

Why didn't you?

Busy playing DJ?!

And no heart in learning Shehnai!

Huh? This is what you're giving back?

This is your oath?

-Throw him out! You swine! -Leave him!

Get inside!

Stop it! Sit!

Calm down!

-Kick him out right now! -What are you doing? You'll fall ill!

What should I do, step-mother?

Calm down, dear.

-Shame!

What are you staring at? Make him understand!

My dear son!

(coughs)

(sobs)

What do you keep thinking of?

Hmm?

Guess I won't get to meet her again.

I saw her once, you know?

Felt like I've known her for so long.

(chuckles)

She came running hearing the flute.

And then she just vanished.

Kartik.

Hmm?

She just appeared in front of me, you know.

And disappeared again.

The way, waves appear in rivers,

in my chest,

I feel the same.

Understand?

I feel sorrow for you

I feel sorrow

I feel sorrow for you

I feel sorrow

I cry my heart out for you

Your innocent soul Has suffered so much

Your innocent soul Has suffered so much

I feel sorrow for you

I feel sorrow

I feel sorrow

-Come here, son! -Kalu Miyaan...

and Gopal... -Yes?

Look after my son.

He's still unripe, you see.

Don't worry about it, he's your son after all.

What say you, Gopal?

Let's get going then, little master.

Godspeed, son!

(prays)

Let's go.

Let's get going, Brindaban.

(soulful 'shehnai' plays)

(DJ music plays)

Hey, Bishu!

Hey, Bishu! Wait up!

You see?

I told you, right?

Everything has its own time.

I've also played weddings...

with the Shehnai.

Nobody listened.

You're my mentor's son, so I'm telling you...

I'll raise your pay by fifty rupees, and I'll give you a car.

What time is it?

Why's he back so soon?

What is it, son?

Bishu?

Nobody listens.

Why did you send me? Huh?

They ask to lower the sound, not one person listens.

They say "it sounds like fart"...

"He is farting!"

(sniffles) I'll not play ever again.

Never.

Giving up isn't a solution son, right?

Listen to what father has to say, look at him.

Look, son...

this...

is a big lesson for you.

Now play in a way, play the Shehnai with such poise...

that every one will be listening to you, in awe.

Play with the goal in mind...

that your music must make people go crazy.

Can't you?

You still have much to learn from me!

Then, can you? -(sniffles)

(chanting mantras)

Bye.

(weeping)

Oh, sister...

Bishu!

(crying)

No, can't go that low.

Hey, wait up.

My oh my!

Bismillah and company?

A new sigh-board?

Yes, there's a lot of work now, even two gigs on some days.

Hey!

Did I ask you?

Get lost.

Is this mine?

-A whole egg? -Eat up now.

-Woo hoo! -Hey finish eating!

-Eat first! -Hey Akram!

Mad boy.

(laughing)

Hey, hold up!

Hey you, hello!

Yes, tell me, wedding is it?

Uh, we're looking for Bismillah Ali, Shehnai player--

There's no Bismillah in this area, now go, get lost!

Bismillah! Bismillah! Bismillah!

These buggers only find me to ask!

Bishu?

Yes?

Head home please...

Some people from Kolkata have come for you. Go.

-And you? -I'll just be to the post office once.

-If Hamid has written back... -Be careful.

Yes, get going.

-Careful, okay? -Okay.

Reporter: Bengal is raving about your music.

Bismillah Ali's 'shehnai' is a must have at weddings.

What do you feel about it?

I feel good...

It's all Allah's gift.

My father is my mentor.

I'm merely a medium.

Whatever happens through me...

is as Allah wills it.

Pull over, this must be it.

GPS says this is it. -Is it?

Let's go inside and check. -Yes, let's.

Hello, we had to come to you after hearing you on Youtube.

We'll arrange for your travel.

Actually, my father's not too well.

I can't leave home at the moment.

You'll leave in the morning, perform and return the next day.

-Actually-- -Look...

if you don't want to stay out, you can return the same day.

I'll pay some advance as well. -No need--

Bless you.

He knows how reputed our concert is in Kolkata.

So many veterans, maestros play there.

Our Bismillah will also play there, isn't that amazing!

But father, such a huge stage--

-He'll go. -Well, well...

Next week then, Monday.

See you then, bye.

(laughing)

You brat.

Hey, Moniram, how are you?

I'm well, and you?

How do I be well, the letter never comes.

Nope.

By the way...

about the postmaster Ramchandra...

Any news of his wife yet?

Nope.

Apparently, she's not coming back.

She's gone.

We'll be gone soon too. -What do you mean?

-The letter's here. -What letter?

-The post office will be closed down. -Why?

Nobody writes letters anymore, only phones matter.

But what if Hamid writes?

(soulful shehnai plays)

-See you. -Yes, bye...

(coughing)

(coughing continues)

Great playing, marvelous.

You've opened up a new horizon.

-Thank you-- -You must go back right now.

What happened?

We've arranged for a car, and your dinner is in the car too.

But we're supposed to travel tomorrow morning, right?

Actually...

Ustad Rashid Ali is not among us anymore.

(melancholy 'shehnai' plays)

Oh Bishu!

Why did this happen to us, Bishu!

(cries inconsolably)

Bring father's best clothes.

The 'Jodidaar',

and the hat...

He's a huge artist.

Too big...

to go away in these clothes.

No!

An artist leaves as an artist should.

Like a king!

(women lamenting)

Allah's child

Leaves for Allah's abode

Leaving his home and yard Leaving the worldly earth

In the end Allah Himself Blows out the lamp of life

The final Namaz is read A new melody plays

Farewell, dear You have a long way to go

Words hide in the heart Fire burning in the eyes

Words hide in the heart Fire burning in the eyes

Allah's child

Allah's child...

Allah's child

Leaves for Allah's abode

(excited chatter)

(Shehnai playing again)

Here.

I'm good. Give him one.

Today...

was really great!

-Hello, brother. -Yes?

Letter for you.

'Oh Allah! Your music is heavenly.

I was mesmerized.

Giving you my phone number. Do call.

Or message me. I will wait.

Fatima.'

Why do I keep seeing you

On the other side of slumber

On soft branches of my dreams

Tell me, why you paint your embers

Even as I am losing it

I find the way back somehow

To you

To you

Why do I keep seeing you

On the other side of slumber

On soft branches of my dreams

Tell me why you paint your embers

Even as I am losing it

I find the way back somehow

To you

To you

Far, far away from sleep

I see the gleaming of fireflies

The morning comes draped in adoration

Whom does it speak of

Even today, when I'm lost

Like a flute that has lost it's tune

I wonder if you're real

Or just a figment of a dream

Even as I am losing it

I find the way back somehow

To you

To you

-Here comes my careless lover

Here comes my careless lover

Showering my heart With utmost joy

Here comes your careless lover

(music fades)

Sir, wake up, we have reached.

Oh.

(imitates horn)

Be careful!

Sister, come, sit down. Done with the day's work?

Yes, all done.

-Water? -Sure. I'll have some.

Relax.

Finally you had time to come.

-Didn't sell much today. -Really?

Hard days are upon us.

Hey you, don't fall!

Hey, tell me.

Did you have a talk?

Talked to someone in Madurhata.

The girl is good.

Good family too.

What about dowry? Didn't talk about that?

What do you mean by "dowry"?

No one wants to marry their daughter, in our family.

Why?

Wait.

Look how famous he is!

Look.

How many people have their photos on the paper?

I've said that to everyone.

Wherever I show the photo, they say "He's good".

Then they ask, what he does.

I tell them, "Our son is a Shehnai artist".

Lot of them don't get it at first.

May be they don't, possible...

but they should ask others, right?

Our Bishu is a famous artist now!

-I understand. But no one marries their girl if you don't have a govt job.

Monthly salary is an assurance.

-What are you even saying?

It's only government workers who get to marry?

Nobody else?

-What do I say...

(Shehnai fades into distance)

(sighs)

(panting)

(water splattering) (phone buzzing)

Yes.

How are you?

Tell me, how you are?

You're not angry, are you?

You see, I can't everything over texts.

(laughs softly)

Are you well?

Yes.

What were you doing?

Nothing much.

You?

Showering.

Could I tell you something?

-Yes.

-I see you when I close my eyes.

-What do you see? -Fatima! Hey, Fatima!

Hello?

Hello?

(train siren passing in distance)

(phone chiming)

Yes.

I've heard the Shehnai.

My heart cried out.

I heard your flute does that too.

But how do I play it for you?

You know the broken house?

Will you come?

Bismillah?

Come here!

I'm here.

Won't you play the flute?

(soft flute playing)

(woman whimpering)

Stop.

Can't take it anymore.

How do these lips...

hold such sweet melody?

Your insides...

are in great turmoil, Bismillah.

Be calm.

Your music...

will be heard all over the world.

Mark my words.

What do you mean?

Want to hear?

(vocalizing)

Why did you put colours on me? Oh Shyam!

Why did you put colours on me? Oh Shyam!

Why did you put colours on me? Oh Shyam!

The hues you poured on me How do I pay its worth?

The hues you poured on me How do I pay its worth?

Why did you put colours on me? Oh Shyam!

Why did you put colours on me? Oh Shyam!

Why did you put colours on me? Oh Shyam!

What is this tranquil addiction

In your love

What is this tranquil addiction

In your love

Tell me how do I hide

This stain of shame

What is this tranquil addiction

In your love

Tell me how do I hide

This stain of shame

Whoever I call out to

I realize it's your name I call Oh Shyam

Why did you put colours on me? Oh Shyam!

Why did you put colours on me? Oh Shyam!

Why did you put colours on me? Oh Shyam!

Why did you put colours on me? Oh Shyam!

Where is my friend, Lolita?

Bishaka is here though Decorating the yard

Radhika is alone, on her own

Without her beloved Kanu She loiters, looking for a way

Who goes...

Embrace me in deep sleep

The strange passion of your touch

Your flute touches me

Keep coming back to me Through music

Come back to me

Come back to me

(panting)

Why do I keep seeing you

Somewhere in my sleep

On the soft branches of dreams

(dramatic music)

A touch has awakened the body

To flames of what yearning

A touch has awakened the body

To flames of what yearning

Dreams are filled hues now

Longing for togetherness

Longing, longing

A touch has awakened the body

To flames of what yearning

She is with me In happy reminiscence

Deep inside

A touch has awakened the body

To flames of what yearning

I'll love Kinnu a lot...

father too...

and mother...

Everyone... let's go.

Oh Bishu! I was going to visit you.

What is it, Shibu da?

Today you'll eat at mine.

The wife's been on, "He never visits.

He's a famous musician now...

We should treat him once."

I said "Big deal! Just tell me when?"

She said "Today".

Oh... but today...

Why?

What work do you have today?

There's no wedding season now.

Come down... in the evening.

Okay?

Sure. (chuckles nervously)

See you.

The girl is Hindu.

That's her only fault but.

Looks really sweet.

-A Hindu! -As I told you.

She has weak eyesight.

Someone like that...

doesn't have much to do with faith, eh!

Distant relatives want to get rid of her. They told me.

"If the groom likes her...

rid us of the responsibility."

And who will do the household chores? Me?

Oh sister...

Why would you?

Eyesight's weak, but she can see. She does the chores at home.

She'll do it.

The girl is nice.

At least go and see?

I'll have to ask Bismillah.

After all, she is visually impaired.

It's a big deal.

Sit, I'll be right back.

What's this?

He brought it for you...

-Huh? -Bishu.

He's a shy boy...

Feels shy to give it himself.

Please wear it.

Shibu da...

Shibu da? -Coming.

-Here you are!

-'Salam walaikum'. -How are you?

I'm well.

Shibu da is in the kitchen, serving your dinner himself.

What! He is too much!

You see, he's been telling me, "My Guru's son got so famous;

we must invite him for dinner". But you're so busy!

-May Allah bless you, sister. -May God protect you, Bishu.

Where have you played recently?

Won't you be launching CDs?

It's all up to God.

I do nothing, He plays through me.

Yes, you do nothing, just blow away, eh?

Sit down. You come with me. -Sure.

Go, take a seat.

This is Bishu's food. Take it, I'm coming.

-Alright.

(sniffs)

What is it?

Why are you staring? Serve it!

Won't Shibu da eat?

He's coming, please sit.

Hey...

You poisoned Bishu's food?!

Hey, tell me!

Bring my food.

(snivels)

Eat up...

don't delay.

You know what father would say? (chuckles)

He'd say, "Shibu is my eldest son.

Once he picks up the Shehnai, it's done."

So when you... you know...

bought the DJ truck and all...

He was in incredible pain, you know...

"Such a big artist...

Why would he go into business?"

He loved you a lot you know, Shibu da?

I see, now start.

(sniveling)

No!

Go back home, Bishu! He's gone crazy--

He poisoned your food! Let go! -Shibu da, let her go!

Hit me if you will! Not her!

I'll set you straight today!

Sister, are you okay?

-I'll kill you. -What are you doing! Let go!

-I'll cut you up. -Let go!

Don't touch the Shehnai, get it? Just don't!

If you wish yourself well, don't play the Shehnai...

This is my last warning.

(whimpers)

Allah's gift...

Mentor's blessings...

Whatever happens, they'll decide.

I can't obey you.

Do what you think is right.

Bye.

(wailing)

Argh!

(baby crying)

(phone chiming)

(phone chiming)

Hello.

I'm here.

I'm...

near your terrace.

Why are you here?

Hmm?

I wanted to see you.

No. Go back.

I'll call you up. -Please listen...

I've brought my flute.

Won't you hear it?

Why don't you get it?

My family's here.

How can I come out now?

Can't I see you just once?

Hello.

Can you hear me?

Fine.

Wait on the west side.

I'll come to the terrace.

But what if someone sees us?

Hmm? -I love you.

Laila?

Take Babu inside.

Take him to the other room.

Tonight, please don't leave

Tonight

Please don't leave

If you love Shyam

If you love Shyam

Don't leave without telling him

Tonight

Tonight, please don't leave

No...

Tonight

Please don't leave

Stay for a while The night is young

If our hands touch each other

Somewhere far away Rai cries alone

That's why Shyam's flute Cries alone

Stay within, dark and clandestine

Don't burn away like a candle

Tonight

Tonight...

Please don't leave

(music fades)

Here.

(Bismillah coughing)

'Assalam Walaikum'.

'Walaikum'.

Was it easy to follow the directions?

The times we are living in, aren't we all directionless?

By the way,

take this.

Keep it here.

Has his fever gone down?

Seems like a chest congestion.

How did you catch a cold?

Akram?

-Yes?

-Let big brother sit.

Let's go to Kolkata.

Stay at my place,

and consult a good doctor, huh?

-No. -Why not?

People respect me as your elder brother.

They see your photos in the papers.

So, they say,

he's just like his big brother.

My boss at office,

wants me to bring you to Kolkata, and meet you.

We have a function at our office,

so come and stay with me, and get treatment.

Father.

Huh?

Father...

would go to the post office...

every single day.

He would say,

"Has Hamid sent any letter?

Any letter from Hamid?"

There, at the porch...

He would sit there.

Waiting for his eldest.

You want to take me away, huh?

Because I'm famous now?

Well if that's how it is, I've nothing more to say.

He's too proud, eh?

Doesn't even heed his big brother.

Who had written that letter... "Can't tend to my family now."

Had even sent 2000 rupees along with it.

Yes.

They publish his pics everywhere?

Okay...

I'll see how that goes. I can to fulfill my duty.

Wait.

Duty?

Here.

Leave.

And take them home.

It's duty.

Consider us dead.

Give me some water, step mother.

Yes.

-Your chest is heavily congested.

I think it's pneumonia.

In that shivering cold,

he returned completely drenched.

Will the medicines help?

Let's see.

Bismillah?

Bismillah. Look here.

-Bismillah!

Come here. I am right here.

Oh Lord Krishna... Krishna...

You never came...

(wind blowing)

Bishu?

Hey Bishu? -Huh.

Get up.

Get up. I've brought some tapioca. Eat up.

Let me check.

No fever for the last two days.

Good.

Which day is it?

Tuesday. Why?

(phone dings)

What happened?

Eat up now.

-Hmm.

Bishu.

Listen. -Hmm.

Hey Bishu?

I have something to tell you.

Are you listening? -Tell me.

Momina was saying,

there's a Hindu girl.

Her name is Uma.

Good girl.

But she can't see well.

She was raised by her distant maternal relatives.

Lost her eyesight in a political brawl.

She's trained in household work.

Want to see her?

Let me know.

If you want to see her, you can visit her this Friday.

The girl wants to hear your music.

My music?

Why?

She knows you play.

You've become everone's favourite. -Bishu?

-Who is it? -Bishu.

Oh Kartik. Come in.

Eat up.

Kartik, sit. You eat up. -Yes.

Do you have any news?

There's no news of Fatima.

-What are you saying? -She has... (phone dings)

gone to her parents' house.

See this.

No message from her.

Are you certain? -I've asked everyone.

No one has any information.

Amazing!

She has the face of Goddess Durga.

Yes, exactly.

Bishu.

-My daughter is a very good girl.

She sings well too.

Has a ear for music.

Wishes to hear you play Shehnai.

If you could play something?

Bishu.

Play something.

(whispers)

She loved it.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

I want to hear you play the flute.

Nowadays, a different tune plays within me, Uma.

It is very different.

Strange.

Hear it some other day.

Did you ever ask me to play the flute?

Uma?

Hey?

Uma?

Sister!

What happened?

Hey Bishu?

-Then the marriage... -Do as you wish.

Look, I'm an artist.

My only religion is to practice music.

Khuda hafiz.

Start making arrangements for the wedding.

See you. -See you.

-Salaam. -Salaam.

I haven't seen you But I've taken you

To be my beloved

Come be with me, today

Let me fill you up With adoration

Stay near me today

The simple melody Of the flowing river

The wind carrying The news of your arrival

The more I find myself in the dark

Let my mind light up Brighter than ever

I haven't seen you But I've taken you

To be my beloved

Come be with me, today

As the tide soars high On the shore of Yamuna

We shall have our honeymoon

As the tide soars high On the shore of Yamuna

We shall have our honeymoon

The stars align, make me float

Just how Shyam sways me

May Allah protect you.

Bishu?

Bishu.

Bishu...

Hey Bishu?

I heard that you are getting married.

Your sister-in-law told me.

Whatever uncle taught me, never really came into use.

You're my mentor's son.

Your father gave this to me.

Respect it.

Shibu Da.

It's a wedding.

You can guess how much work is there to do.

I'm the only man in the house.

Who will handle all the work?

Hmm?

(folk song) Brother, please

Fetch me a bride from the fair

(folk song) Oh brother please

Fetch me a bride from the fair

Or, give me a rope Let me kill myself

-Tie that knot strong.

(folk song continues)

(phone chiming)

Hello?

How are you?

I heard today is your wedding. -How are you?

It's been so long since I saw you. -So--

Hello, you listening?

Where are you now? I'm coming right away.

Can you hear me?

(coughing)

Hello...

Where are you now?

Hello?

-Is this Bismillah's house? -Yes, this one.

-This one? -Yup.

Okay, come.

Bismillah Ali?

Bismillah Ali?

-What is it? -Yes, tell me.

What is it?

Chachi has passed on.

Her funeral is happening.

You must play as her funeral happens.

This was her last wish.

Today's...

my wedding, you see.

Please come with us.

I've brought my car.

Just for sometime.

I'll escort him back. -What are you saying!

How can he go today?

It's his wedding day. You see, it's an auspicious day!

Wait.

You will go to a funeral now?

And we, your elders, will let you go?

Step mother.

It's someone's last wish. Let me go.

I can't let you leave, Bishu.

You know what you're saying?

It's someone's last wish.

Don't do this. Let me go.

Shafina, don't listen to him.

Do as you wish.

Safina, what are you doing?

-You people are artists. -Don't open it.

Would you listen to us?

Go. Leave.

Bishu? Shall I go?

Look after them and give me the instrument.

I'll be right back in a bit.

-He won't listen to us!

-Let's go. -Why are you listening to him?

He won't listen to me.

(Fuhad howling)

(women wailing)

(clouds rumbling)

Come, let me escort you to the car.

How can you play in this weather?

Come, Bismillah.

Your car is waiting.

She loved listen to me play the flute.

If I may?

There's no end, it is just a void

After this country, will come another

With a broken heart The bird counts straws

Before flying away from its nest Alone

This road has no debts No memories to count

Return to the advent, if you will

No hands leaving the grasp No finality of immersion

Sleep when there is time If you will

Only the beginning is written

So, I return alone to the beginning

No matter what comes and goes

One must begin again With 'Bismillah'

There's no end, it is just a void

After this country, will come another

This road has no debts No memories to count

Return to the advent, if you will

No hands leaving the grasp No finality of immersion

Sleep when there is time If you will

Only the beginning is written

So. I return alone to the start

No matter what comes and goes

One must begin again With 'Bismillah'

There's no end, it is just a void

After this country, will come another

With a broken heart, the bird counts straws