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Are you just a memory, just an occasion, oh bard?

Are you just a photo celebrated in every festivity?

Are you just an important birth & death anniversary?

I am restless

I seek the infinite distance

I am restless

I seek the infinite distance

I am restless (Song continues in distance)

(glass shatters)

(tense music)

'Keep this safe, do not open before 2021'

Ladies & gentlemen,

let’s all raise our glasses to stay cheers

to the success of our friend & poet, Aloknath Ghosh

for publishing his first book of poetry.

Cheers! -Cheers! (all cheering)

Now, allow me to read out what the great Bengali poet

Rabindranath Tagore has written in praise of Aloknath’s poetry.

“May the light of Aloknath’s thoughts

spread through his poems.

Seeping deep into its reader’s hearts.”

And in English, it means--

Ladies & gentlemen,

Please excuse me.

How could you do this?

You even lied about Mr Tagore!

Ekalavya…

Not everyone lands a Civil Service job. You have a bright future.

But you lack focus.

Why?

Look at you… Still haven’t learned to do a tie-knot properly.

Can you deny that the poems are mine?

Ekalavya, life is full of ups and downs.

If you can’t-- -Leave me!

You stole the best poems I wrote and published--

…published it in your own name!

-Quiet now.

The guests will think you’re crazy.

I won’t spare you, I’ll go to court!

Mr Rupchand, I asked you to read my poems for printing.

You refused, saying they aren't good.

Why has your publishing house printed them

under Aloknath Ghosh's name?

Same poems? What are you saying, Ekalavya?

-Yes, you did read my poems! -Is it? I cannot remember.

You’re lying!

Aloknath Ghosh is an influential Civil Servant here.

You're teaming up with him in this treachery!

I won’t spare any of you!

Ekalavya.

Your father mortgaged his ancestral house to send you here,

to study Civil Services.

Besides, Aloknath Babu is your senior at work.

Don’t doom your career by doing something stupid.

I’ve already doomed myself by trusting you all.

I still have a copy as proof.

I’ll make sure to prove that the poems are mine!

You all have plotted against me!

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Niharika, have you heard?

Mr Aloknath published my poems under his own name!

The publisher, Rupchand, too is denying that the poems are mine.

I will go to the court against the two of them.

Niharika, will you testify in my support?

Ekalavya, I’m late for college. Coachman, move on please.

-No, no! Please, stop!

Niharika, tell me, will you testify for me?

Ekalavya, don’t try to meet me again.

My father has fixed my marriage.

Your marriage?

With whom?

With Soumendra.

Soumendra?

Mr Aloknath's son?

Dad won’t accept your carefree ways.

Told you so many times,

forget poetry and concentrate on your job.

Poetry won’t earn you a livelihood.

Niharika,

how can you say that? You're a huge fan of Tagore yourself!

Don’t try to meet me again please.

Niharika… You and my poems, that’s all I have in my life!

Please try to understand. -Coachman, let’s move on, please.

Niharika!

Niharika…

(pensive music)

“Those that poisoned your air, shut out your lights,

have you been able to forgive or love them?”

Oh bard…

without your knowledge, your fake admirers

disguise their real faces as they succeed.

Your rare, precious blessings

are adorning their names!

So, let them…

end up like all those that you’ve loved dearly.

All embracing untimely deaths!

'Enigma of Tagore's Verse'

(phone chiming)

Hello?

-Yes, sir. -Hey, move.

-Three murders happened in this area. People are terrorized.

-Come, sir.

This makes it a 3rd publisher, sir.

The killer seems to be a huge fan of Tagore’s.

-Sir, there have been 3 murders. Have you found any solution?

-Just a minute. -Hey, let sir go in.

-Commits a murder and writes Tagore’s poem, before leaving.

-Hmm.

A murderer quoting Tagore while killing…

It’s difficult for us officers, to decipher his mind.

I think we need… a poet-detective for this.

A poet-detective?

Sir, you mean Abhik Bose?

-Hmm.

-But sir, making up stories & practical experience of crime;

the two are not the same.

-“When the world is sleeping,

when the sky is dark,

who is it that strums my ‘Beena’ in such an enthralling way?”

Sir.

Your phone call had me guessing. But the writing confirms it.

I think this is game of ‘Song Offerings’ verse numbers.

As in?

Sir, Mr Gagan, the first victim:

A publisher. Verses were left there. (Publisher murdered in broad daylight)

"Dived into deep sea seeking a precious gem

Won't roam one harbor to another anymore”

This is from Song Offerings, verse No. 47.

The killer hinted at the victim’s identification through it.

Look at the next one, Mr Naren.

His Publisher Guild membership card's

last numbers are 47.

Another poem was found..

When Mr Anil was killed. (Rabindra Kavya Tagore's writing becomes red with Publisher's blood)

“Across light-years You are approaching me

How long can your moon & sun covet you?”

Song Offerings, verse no. 34.

Last numbers of his membership card: 34.

And here, this poem,

its verse no. is 60.

So, possibly the next victim is…

Mr Soumen.

All four stole from aspiring writers to get books printed.

Maybe one of them became resentful. May be so.

Thank you.

See why we needed a poet-detective?

Take immediate action.

Make a list of writers & poets they stole from.

-Right, sir. -Come.

-Hmm.

Sorry, Abhik. You had to miss the college lecture for this.

My students may give you a treat! They got rid of me!

Ah! I bought your new book! 'Those That Poisoned Your Air'.

-Read it? -Haven’t finished yet.

Another bestseller?

Ah, well…

A mystery novel around Tagore’s poems…

It’s brilliant! What’s your next topic?

Tagore again.

A thriller with some of the characters of his novels.

Good.

I hear you’re going to London? -Hmm.

23rd. -I see.

Read this article by any chance?

‘Tagore's anthem praises British Emperor'

What the hell is this!

They were maligning ‘Ghore Bairey’ & ‘Char Adhyay’ recently.

And now, our anthem. Who’d gain from defaming Tagore?

Look, Abhik,

I think this is a global conspiracy

to destroy India’s soft power. -Destroying our soft power?

-As you know, some assets create a cultural image of a nation,

which attracts the entire world towards it.

And what do you think is our nation’s cultural asset?

Spirituality, art, literature, music.

Spirituality, art, literature, music. As in Tagore!

-Hmm.

-Tagore is a global cult figure.

-Hmm. Now do you get it?

-It’s now a global fight to win upper-hand against soft power.

India, the country that we ruled for over 200 years

has slipped to 36 in the Global Soft Power Index 2021.

A cultural supremacy is a key factor.

We must destroy it

and it has to be carried out at an intellectual level.

Like the Cold War,

we will call it Operation Soft War.

The first target has already been identified.

India’s cultural pillar,

the 1st non-European to win the Nobel Prize for literature:

Rabindranath Tagore.

The man who is having so much of a global influence

even 80 years after his death,

he's being studied & researched in universities globally.

Tagore is the icon of India's harmony

and national integrity.

In order to break India, we must break the image of

Rabindranath Tagore.

Through coordinated propaganda, we must continually show Tagore

to the Gen-Y Indians as being an anti-national poet.

And those who get in the way will be trashed.

(ominous music)

-Grandpa, what have they written!

Tagore didn’t want our country to be free?

An enemy of the nation? -It’s a complete lie!

Do not believe in it!

Tagore is our root.

He is our God.

Uh… but grandpa, newspapers usually publish the truth.

-Daughter-in-law, will our future generations misunderstand Tagore?

Who are writing such things?

And why?

-This year, on 22nd January, in London…

a Tagore researcher…

Dr Soumyajit Ghosh was murdered by someone or some group.

He was an admirer of the bard.

Yes, he was from Jadavpur University.

There was a small news in the paper, I did read it.

A car accident? -Right.

-Hmm. -I think,

he was trying to break this nexus.

So, he had to pay. -What are you saying, sir!

-Hmm. -Then I bear a huge responsibility.

All the anti-propaganda against Tagore,

someone must talk against it.

I will counter this and write. -You should. By the way,

are you going to London for research?

Yes, sir. I’ve an opportunity to work on Tagore’s school phase.

There’s another major thing I could be looking into.

-What? -Look at this letter.

Well, someone sort of delivered it to my house.

It was written by a certain Ekalavya Sen. 100 years ago.

-Really? -I've mailed you a scanned copy.

-Okay. -He claims

to have hidden two of Tagore's rare belongings in London.

It’s a chance of a lifetime.

Brilliant.

All the best! -Thank you, sir.

-But… who gave you the letter?

Abhik, you’re a researcher of Tagore, and his admirer too.

So, be careful. Hmm?

(fateful music)

(door shutting)

(phone chimes)

(orchestra plays)

Many a times I’ve thought

I’ll go beyond myself

And open up my heart

to submit it at your feet

Many a times I’ve thought

I’ll go beyond myself

(music swells)

I’d fall to your feet

and express to you vividly:

Secretly, beloved

I have loved you so much!

I’d fall to your feet

and express to you vividly:

Secretly, beloved

I have loved you so much!

I had imagined you to be

the God residing in Heaven

How could I ever tell you

about my mortal love for you?

Many a times I’ve thought

I’ll go beyond myself

And open up my heart

to submit it at your feet

Since you have come to ask me today, yourself

Since you have come to ask me today, yourself

How do I tell you, dear, how much I love you?

Many a times I’ve thought I’ll go beyond myself

(people chattering)

-I’m very happy, Abhik,

that you’ve come to research on Tagore’s London schooling phase.

Prabir is a childhood friend.

We’re still in regular touch. When he told me about you,

I said, “Send him to me.” -Brother,

I’m getting to work under a Tagore researcher like you!

It's my good fortune. -Oh, come on… Wait.

Hiya, please?

Yes.

Hiya, meet Abhik.

Hiya Sen. -Of course,

the best Rabindrasangeet singer today.

You sang really well. -You’re right.

Hiya, he is a Tagore researcher, poet, professor

and a famous thriller writer of our time. Abhik Bose.

-Hello. -I know.

“Do humans control hunger or does hunger control humans?

A thousand fire balloons burning in a fiery flame”

-You read my poems? -All of them.

-Is it? -Well,

so you’ve already met him in a way!

Excuse me, I should go attend them,

you two chat. -Hmm.

Your books, ‘Those That Poisoned Your Air’ or 'Passionless',

I didn't find any interest in reading either.

You should continue with poetry.

-Hmm… You know how it is these days.

Thrillers make all the money.

I have heard all your albums.

Is it?

Why don’t you come for our rehearsal one day?

Oh, sure. That will be my pleasure.

Give me your number, I’ll tell you the next rehearsal date.

-Sure. -Come.

You see, Abhik,

all Tagore lovers come together at this time of the year.

Time well spent. -True.

-Oh, here comes Ina! Ina, come!

Abhik, meet Ina.

She will help you with your research.

-Yes. -Ah, she?

-Yes, she.

She may be British but Master of Arts in Bengali.

And now, she’s researching on Tagore under me from our institute.

-Oh, really? -Hmm.

Why are you interested in Rabindranath?

His spiritualism.

I think no one else has used spiritualism in literature like him.

Bengali language is Ina’s expertise.

Could put any native Bengali to shame.

True!

So, Ina, you will help Abhik from tomorrow.

Sure, sir.

See you tomorrow? -Yes, see you.

A Britisher researching on Bengali while the natives shy away!

You’re right.

Oh, by the way,

Prabir said you have something to talk about?

-Hmm. But it’s a bit sensitive.

Rather confidential.

-Go on, what did you wish to say?

-Found this in my letter box back in February.

No idea who sent it.

Um… but…

it was written 100 years ago.

Here, in London.

By someone called Ekalavya Sen.

You could call this his suicide note. And…

these paper cuttings were there.

He… came to study Civil Service in London. In 1912.

1912.

1912… Tagore too came to London at that time.

To read out his Song Offerings translation to William Rothenstein.

And this historical rendezvous was recorded on film.

The Bengalis of London took the initiative.

Ekalavya Sen was in charge of the filming process.

-Where the mind is without fear

and the head is held high

Where knowledge is free

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments

by narrow, domestic walls

Where words come out from the depth of truth

Where tireless striving stretches its arms

towards perfection…

-Ekalavya Sen claims another thing.

On 15th June, 1912, an incident happened in Tagore’s life.

-15th June, 1912… Oh!

-Hmm. He was going to London from Dover that day, by train.

(train whistling)

Tagore's health was not very well at that time.

Often, he would be absent-minded.

But health didn't deter him, he was traslating Geetanjali to English.

Even that day he was carrying Geetanjali's traslation manuscript.

But like I said, he was absent-minded.

Maybe that's why he left the attache case in the train.

That day, his son, daughter-in-law

& a member of Tripura's royal family were with him.

The next day, when he left to meet William Rothenstein from the hotel,

Tagore realized that the attache case was missing.

Son, Rathindranath, got it back from railway's lost property office

after much of an ordeal.

Fortunately, the manuscript was still intact in it.

-Yes, but…

that incident and this letter…

-Please read this bit.

That attache case had another poetry manuscript of Tagore's?

-Hmm.

So, he claims.

He says he was traveling with Tagore that day.

Found the manuscript in the case, he was Tagore’s admirer.

He kept it with himself.

My goodness!

That’s clean theft!

No one knew this until now.

In fact, Tagore never mentioned this manuscript anywhere.

No, but he wrote a lot.

Not possible to keep a record of all of it. Maybe hence…

Yes. Well, you’re right.

Now, the place where he hid that manuscript's video in London;

this is the clue to that.

“When the death toll rings for Chaya, Jomuna & Jom,

the moment of morn indicates the 3 numbers of the clue.

The moment of morn, add to it the 1st & the 3rd,

add number of the daughter, then add the 3rd again.

It reveals the day, month & year, where

the priceless treasure lies hidden.

100 years from today, the earth

shall bring it to light again”

And the newspaper cuttings I showed you

are of London's newspapers back then,

they wrote about the murders. -But who are they?

Why is the Nobel Prize on their chest?

-This is Aloknath Ghosh, this is Rupchand Mitra,

and Niharika Shome. Ekalavya Sen claims

that he had killed all three of them.

(ominous music)

Apparently, they are all fake fans of Tagore.

All three of them conspired and stole Ekalavya Sen’s poems.

Shadows lurking in the forest

-So, by Chaya, Jomuna & Jom, he means these three people.

-Maybe.

He says, through these three murders he has told us

the whereabouts of that manuscript & the film.

-Hmm. -If we can decipher this,

the rare asset can be found, we could have it published.

Would be the biggest work of my life.

Certainly!

Certainly… but…

maintain secrecy regarding this.

Of course. The propaganda that has started against Tagore,

if one of them finds this… Can you imagine? Anyway…

-Not just Bengal, Tagore is a pillar of culture for entire India.

And we’ve to shaken it.

Hailing from a rich family, he sucked up to the British.

The British paid him to tarnish Indian freedom struggle's cause.

So, he wrote ‘Gharey Baire’ & ‘Char Adhyay’.

We’ve to engrave this in everyone's minds.

Hello!

Hey!

What are you doing here? -I come here often.

There’s a rare collection of books here.

But… what are you looking for in these old newspapers?

I’m studying about three old murders.

100 years old.

Bodhaditya sir arranged it for me. -For a new thriller novel?

Yes, pondering over a plot. I’ve to read up about it.

You must do something then.

Journalist Shalini Sengupta lives here.

Did you see her at my show that day?

From the national column? Shalini Sengupta, I did see her.

Her column is covering my project.

-Okay.

-She could help you with this.

-Oh… -I'm meeting her tomorrow.

Want to come? -Sure.

I’ll introduce you to her. I should go, I’ve a rehearsal.

I’ll call to tell you the time & place. Okay? Bye!

(tense music)

-Amritanko Chatterjee.

A murder pattern from 100 years ago being repeated!

My goodness!

You see, in Sweden…

it’s Tagore’s Nobel acceptance speech’ centenary this time.

We’ve tried our best not to create any controversy--

-Good morning, sir. -Yes, good morning.

-Tried to use our influence to keep it away from the media.

-Well, so he became a target of that racket.

-Hmm. -But why him kill in this pattern?

-You said fake admirers of Tagore got killed like this 100 years ago.

But Amritanko was a genuine admirer of Tagore.

“I’ve started building a playhouse

within my heart…”

Whose heart?

And what game is being played?

(geese cackling)

I was listening to your song.

It reminds me of a friend I had in Visva-Bharati.

Such lovely days…

True, college life is the best time.

I too miss my days at Visva-Bharati.

You had come to perform in London last year, right?

-Yes, on Tagore’s birth anniversary.

-I see. -Settled here since then.

How did you know?

I’m a bit of a know-it-all.

You see, I follow your fan page.

It's my PR who actually handles it.

I know. You’re not on social media.

You have detailed research on me!

Like I said, a bit of a know-it-all.

Don’t you miss Kolkata?

Not really. My parents have passed.

I was their only child.

So, I’ve nothing to look back in Kolkata. Besides…

they respects artists here.

-Yes. -It’s your first time here?

-Yes. -You’re not married?

No.

Never felt the need.

I'm happy, living on my own.

Same here. Happy, on my own.

You live on your own?

Are you trying to ask…

if I am single?

Yes. Absolutely so.

Still single.

And you?

Yes. So far.

How long have you known Shalini Sengupta?

I just met her recently.

She a very nice person. -Hmm…

(clock chiming)

-May I see this? -Hmm.

-Show me. -Sure.

-Hmm. -I read it. Quite interesting.

Thank you.

See, even someone like him faced backstabbing from contemporaries.

-Yes, Tagore had many yes-men here when he got the Nobel prize.

-Yes. The yes-men you’re looking for,

Aloknath Ghosh & Rupchand Mitra were among them at that time.

I can only tell you what I know. Have a look.

Maybe you’ll find some ingredient for your story in it.

Look.

I found them while writing on pre-independence era Bengalis here.

This magazine used to release in Calcutta around 1911 & 1912.

And sitting in London, Rupchand Mitra & Aloknath Ghosh

used extremely insulting language in it before Tagore got the Nobel.

‘Basundhara Patrika’ (Motherland magazine)

(piano plays)

Sir.

Oh...

What is it, Ekalavya?

In the club at this hour? You should be studying now.

Sir, my father sent a Kashmiri shawl for you from Calcutta.

I came to give you that. -Ah!

Thank you so much! -Welcome, sir.

-How is Sitol doing? -He is well.

Sir, may I say something?

-Yes. -Uh...

my father sent me this magazine.

I read the articles you both have written in it.

-Hmm, have you now? That’s good. How is it?

Sir… What have you written!

Tagore’s writing is vulgar?

Why?

You don’t think so?

Not at all.

You are young, Ekalavya. So, you don’t get it.

These sloppy works of Tagore in the name of women empowerment,

there’s a grave conspiracy behind it.

He plans to destroy the tradition and culture of Bengal.

What are you saying, Sir!

Fine, don’t believe me.

But won’t you believe Bengal’s lauded poet, Dwijendralal Ray too?

Read this.

Here, he has clearly deconstructed Tagore’s sappy love songs

to be nothing but vulgar indulgences.

He instructs ‘Chitrangada’ should be burned.

And he deems Tagore’s work to be utterly tasteless.

Read the play ‘Anondobidoy’.

Dwijendralal completely bashed Tagore throughout!

-But he got an apt reaction too.

Audience protests stopped the play from being staged at Star Theatre.

If he is so terrible a writer, why did his English version of Geetanjali

make such a stir in Europe? I hear, WB Yeats is gathering support

from poets, authors & intellectuals to recommend Tagore for Nobel prize!

Ekalavya…

The English have always thought of India to be land of mystique.

And in his writings, the Europeans found a touch of that mysticism!

Hence, the hullabaloo. It’ll pass soon.

Then, they’ll throw the writer of ‘Song Offerings’ into Thames

with absolute disdain.

-Later, these people celebrated Tagore when he got the Nobel.

Bengalis!

Apparently, this was written by Aloknath Ghosh.

In 1921, it was published among London’s small circle of Bengalis.

But… not many know about it.

Because, soon after the book was published

the writer & publisher, both were murdered.

Nearly no one knows about it back in India.

I’ve never even heard of it.

But Aloknath got Tagore to write--

Check the first page, an appreciation letter.

-You are our pride, Rabi Babu.

It’s due to you that Bengal today shines likes a star in this world!

-Your English poetry has mesmerized the entire Europe!

-The poems I had given you…

Did you get the time to read them?

-Yes, I read a few. They are lovely.

-Are they? -Hmm.

-You think so?

Well… If you can write a few words praising it,

the book will have your blessing.

Alright, I shall do that.

But it’s the infinite time that decides literature’s fate.

Does Rabindranath’s praise or criticism matter really?

Bye.

Sir.

Sir, did Rabi Babu tell you if he read my poems?

He is a busy man.

Couldn’t make time to read all of them.

He read one and said… it’s not good.

Is it not? Sir, please listen.

I didn’t get the chance to meet him while shooting the film,

but if you could introduce me, I’d read him some of my poems.

That’s all. -Are you nuts?

He’s a world figure. A Nobel laureate.

He doesn’t talk to everybody. Come on.

Sir…

He wrote well.

If Ekalavya’s claim is correct,

Bengali literature lost a good author with his death.

Tagore wrote to Rothenstein later regretting about these yes-men.

Absolutely.

-The excitement in people since I got the Nobel prize…

is rather sad.

Tying a tin box to a dog's tail, obstructing its free movement.

I realize, those that haven’t ever read my work,

appear to be most elated by this award.

Tagore is an ocean.

None of us can ever… find the end to his depth.

(dramatic music)

-Abhik.

-Oh…

Thank you.

Is your mood off?

Let me leave you with something more.

Dwijendralal repented his outlook towards Tagore in his last days.

Oh, by the way…

You were asking about Ekalavya… Who is he?

Stumbled upon his name during my research.

After Niharika, Aloknath and Rupchand were killed…

This man…

He committed suicide.

I am just curious.

Shalini couldn’t say anything about him.

Who knows… I’m not too keen either.

Bye.

Bye.

(elevator bells dings)

(tense music builds)

(doorbell rings)

What do you want?

-So, it’s decided then, Hiya?

Please reduce the remuneration of your musicians a bit.

I can’t do that. You can reduce my remuneration if needed.

Oh, no!

I will give you the amount promised.

But let’s see how I can do some cost-cutting. But yes,

the Birmingham show must be a hit!

-Sure. -It’s my first project in UK.

-Sorry! -More than an hour late!

Bengalis don't change even when abroad.

Meet him.

Famous Bengali poet, Abhik Basu.

And he is business tycoon, Pritamlal Gupta.

-Hello, Mr Gupta. -Hello.

Call me Pritamlal ji.

-Sure.

What’s your business? -Snacks.

Ah.

I deal with many more things, but primarily this.

Pritam snacks. Ever tried?

No, haven’t had the opportunity.

-I see. -He’s sponsoring my world tour.

Unanimously. -Unanimously? Why unanimously?

Uh, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

You see, I'm wrapped up in a huge income tax issue in India.

They’ve fined me for 50 crores! Can you imagine?

So, I’m hiding here for the last six months.

Looking for other investment plans.

But why Rabindrasangeet?

Its fan following among Bengalis is like our faith in Lord Shani!

Open up a temple anywhere, devotees will huddle up!

A sure-shot return guaranteed.

It’ll earn me some respect among the elite as well. That's all.

‘Bigger monkeys have greater hunger. Changing ways with changing time.'

Hey, it’s a poem.

I just remembered it.

Pritamlal ji.

Abhik needs some help from you.

Why, sure!

Amritanko Chatterjee was a good friend of yours, right?

He has some questions regarding his murder.

You see, he is writing a thriller novel. Hence.

Well, you can make up anything if you’re writing a novel. Right?

Wish to seek inspiration in real life incidents?

Yes. Exactly.

You see, in the last six months

a few blogs have been maligning Tagore’s name.

You know… Tagore-researcher Soumyajit Ghosh?

He was murdered. And now Amritanko Chatterjee…

You’re investing on Tagore as well.

They could take you down too.

Better stay out of Amritanko Chatterjee’s case.

You’re an intelligent person.

I’m sure you will understand what’s good for you.

Bye, Hiya. -Okay…

-Heil, Hanuman.

Why did Pritamlal ji get upset?

I don’t know.

But… are you really probing for the sake of your novel?

-Hmm. -Or are you hiding something, Abhik?

Look, I’m a bit of a know-it-all. But as honest as Judhishthir.

You can trust me.

Look, Pritamlal ji,

you can’t prove anything by hacking the email account.

Nothing.

Wait, madam.

All the proof I have against you, this was just its teaser.

Heil, Hanuman!

Listen to a new piece now.

Come on, listen.

A recording of your conference call.

Heil, Hanuman.

-Tagore made a deal with British for Shantiniketan’s funding,

sabotaging the nationalist movement.

I’m asking them to write the article highlighting this.

After the teaser, this was the trailer.

And if you want the entire film, you’ve to subscribe

to my rescue operation.

Evaded 30 crores of tax money from the public bank,

now you’re doing business out of the nation’s sentiment.

Well, business is all about sentiment.

And you people make business out of Tagore.

Never tried Nathuram Godse though.

My last offer.

Last.

30 lakhs, INR.

30 lakhs?

That’s my son’s pocket money for a month.

You’re an influential journalist.

Use your influence in the ministry to settle my income tax issue.

I’ll delete everything from my system.

Impossible!

I can’t recommend you.

I can’t lose my respect.

Respect?

Don’t mess with me.

I can have you pinned for Amritanko Chatterjee’s murder.

Mind it.

Well, do it if you can. Remember this,

the punishment for two murders is the same as one. To be hanged!

-We sent one body for forensic test. -Just a minute.

(phone chiming)

-Sir, it’s me, Abhik. -Yes, tell me.

-Sir, it’s all very fishy here.

Who sent me that 100-year-old letter?

And just after I came here,

Amritanko Chatterjee was murdered.

The pattern is same as that of Ekalavya Sen’s.

But Soumyajit Ghosh’s murder doesn’t match this in any way.

True. But Amritanko’s murder does.

And somehow, I think… Soumyajit’s murder is related.

“No shore for a shelter… but just this small boat of mine

That too is overburdened with my own mistakes”

We’ve to take care of him.

Or he will take away… even the little boat.

This international conspiracy is taking an ugly shape.

Even the ministry is talking about it.

Sir, I think this won’t stop here.

The water will run deep.

Many more murders to come.

I’ll call you if needed. -Sure.

I’m just a phone call away from you.

(alarming music swells)

Who’s there?

Sir, a couple of questions.

Why follow that 100-year-old pattern?

And how are the murders related to that thing Ekalavya had hidden?

Hello?

Hello…

Anybody here?

Hello?

Hello!

(gun cocking)

Hi, I’m Fred Johnson. The officer here.

Um, Prof Banerjee, it says ‘Arjun’ over here.

Does this mean anything to you?

It’s an Indian epic character.

Okay, we noticed Amritanko Chatterjee's had 'Sachi' on it.

Surely these names have something to do with this murder.

Now, it’s getting hard to hide this from the press.

I want you to stay safe, stay in London.

And I’ll talk to you later.

Okay, sir, thank you.

Sir… Are we canceling the seminar in the institute today?

Huh?

Yes.

Shalini was an integral part of our institute.

What seminar?

It’s Surendranath Tagore’s death anniversary.

We planned a small seminar in the institute

on his translation of ‘Ghore Bairey’ & ‘Char Adhyay’.

What does it mean?

-I’m not sure, it’s the 2nd time this has happened.

(mysterious music surging)

-I’m sure about one thing.

Whoever sent me Ekalavya Sen’s letter is the murderer.

The same 100-year-old pattern is being followed.

-Yes, but… Abhik… What is the killer’s mission?

"When the death toll rings for Chaya, Jomuna & Jom,

the moment of morn indicates

the 3 numbers of the clue.

Chaya, Jomuna, Jom,

Sachi and Arjun. The five sides of the game.

But the ‘moment of morn’…

You think the phrase hides the timing of the three murders

from 100 years ago?

-Hmm.

Moment of morn.

The entire riddle is there.

It’s bugging me now, sir.

I must solve the riddle.

(soft lilting music)

What my heart seeks

It’s you

It’s you, dear

You are what my heart seeks

Without you

There’s no one, nothing I have in this world, dear

What my heart seeks…

If you don’t find joy here

Go, set out to find it

If you don’t find joy here

Go, set out to find it

I have found you within my heart

There is nothing more I want

What my heart seeks

It’s you

It’s you, dear

You are what my heart seeks

What my heart seeks

It’s you

It’s you, dear

You are what my heart seeks

Abhik.

Huh?

Abhik.

We’ve become close friends in the last few days.

But I honestly feel you’re here on an investigation.

Will you tell me the truth?

Though, only if you think of me as a friend.

Hmm. Yes, I can tell you.

But… you’ve to promise me that you won’t tell anyone.

I promise.

"When the death toll rings for Chaya, Jomuna & Jom,

the moment of morn indicates the 3 numbers of the clue.

The moment of morn, add to it the 1st & 3rd,

add the number of the daughter then add the 3rd again.

It reveals the day, month & year where the priceless treasure hides.

100 years from today, the earth shall bring it to light again."

As in?

A poem written by Ekalavya Sen 100 hundred years ago.

I’m trying to solve this.

But Chaya, Jomuna, Jom…

And then Sachi, Arjun…

What are these? -Characters from The Puran.

They have a weird connection.

(tense music builds)

Chaya, Jomuna, Jom, Sachi, Arjun.

I see a connection of Tagore with Chaya, Jomuna & Jom.

-Suriya (Sun). As per our Puran,

Suriya has two children.

Jom and Jomuna.

And Chaya is Suriya’s wife.

-Right. -And here, Sachi is Indra’s wife.

Indra and Suriya are children of Aditi and Kashyap.

So, Sachi is Suriya’s sister-in-law.

And here… Arjun is their son.

That makes Arjun Suriya’s nephew, brother’s son.

I think both murderers are trying to pass a message through this.

What message?

Maybe that they’re all connected to Suriya.

And Suriya, as in Rabi (Sun).

Rabi… As in?

Rabindranath! Those who died were dear ones of Tagore.

What!

Yes, it’s absurd but it’s all rather metaphorical.

You can’t imagine, Hiya,

how Ekalavya and the present murderer joined these dots.

How?

Come.

The common believe about Tagore among people is

he practiced his art unhindered as he was born into money.

But that he lost many, many loved ones,

most people don’t know it.

(enthralling music)

The primary inspiration behind Tagore’s poetry writing was

his new sister-in-law, Kadambari Devi.

(dreamy music swells)

But when he was 23,

she committed suicide.

(music turns darker)

The date was 19th April, 1884.

Amritanko Chatterjee was murdered on 19th April too.

About 20 years later, Tagore’s wife, Mrinalini Devi,

fell severely ill. Tagore took care of her ardently.

-The way you’re tending to me,

no woman may have been tended to like this by her man.

Sleep, I am fanning you.

-23rd November, 1902.

Tagore’s wife, Mrinalini Devi’s death anniversary.

Matches the date of two murders that happened 100 years ago.

Aloknath Ghosh & Rupchand Mitra.

They were killed on 23rd November, 1921.

A year later.

Tagore had three daughters, two sons.

The middle child, Renuka Devi was really naughty.

She was married off at an early age.

When Renuka Devi was 13, she died of tuberculosis.

Tagore was 42 at that time.

Date: 19th September, 1903.

And 100 years ago, Niharika Shome was killed

on 19th September.

Rabindranath’s younger son, Shamindranath.

He was Tagore’s favourite.

He had high hopes from Shami.

-Father. -Hmm.

-You’ve written a lot of songs based on seasons.

Why don’t we do festivals at Shantiniketan, based on them?

Like, say, Monsoon festival with rain songs,

Spring festival with blossom songs.

Very good idea. Arrange it then.

When Shamindranath Tagore was 14, he died at Bhagalpur.

Due to cholera.

Tagore returned to Shantiniketan with that news.

It was a full moon night.

The bard wrote a song again…

(music soars)

The date was 23rd November, 1907.

5 years ago, the poet’s wife had died too.

On the same day.

Hence, Ekalavya committed 2 murders on the same date.

In 1940, 3rd May,

the poet's favourite nephew, Surendranath died.

Shalini Sengupta too died on 3rd May,

2021.

(gun cocking)

(Mapping of Hindu mythological figures to members of Rabindranath Tagore's family, specific dates, and real-life names.)

Just one of these deaths could shatter our lives to pieces.

-Hmm. -But he… endured it all.

Which is why he is not just a poet.

Also a seeker.

So, where do we stand?

Sachi.

Indra’s wife. Rabi’s sister-in-law.

Kadambari Devi.

19th April, day of Amritanko Chatterjee’s death.

Arjun, Indra’s son, Rabi’s nephew, Surendranath Tagore.

23rd May. Shalini Sengupta.

Jomuna, Suriya’s daughter,

Rabi’s daughter, Renuka Devi, died on 19th September.

Niharika Shome.

Chaya. Suriya’s wife, Rabi’s wife, Mrinalini Devi.

Day of death: 23rd November.

Aloknath Ghosh.

Jom.

Suriya’s son, Rabi’s son.

Rabi’s son, Shamindranath Tagore.

23rd November.

Rupchand Mitra.

The loved ones of the poet selected by the murderer,

none were old enough to die! All untimely deaths!

-How do you decipher that? -The day Shalini died,

you were talking about Surendranath Tagore’s seminar.

That gave me the hint.

But the reason behind identifying

Amritanko Chatterjee & Shalini Sengupta as Tagore’s dear ones?

They’ve worked on Tagore for a long time. Tagore…

was their Guru.

-Hmm.

So, that means…

the murderer resents Tagore.

Could be the opposite too. May be a big fan of Tagore’s.

Just like 100-year-old murderer, he wants to say these are all

fake fans of Tagore. Possible.

You had told me about an international nexus.

This could be their doing.

Maybe their leader is over here right now.

-Hmm, quite possible.

In fact, everyone who’s working on Tagore could be their target.

You’re one of them too, Abhik.

So are you.

And so is Bodhaditya sir.

-Hmm.

-Phew! -My goodness!

The murders are happening in the pattern from 100 years ago?

And the murderer sent me Ekalavya Sen’s letter.

He’s trying to tell me something.

“When the death toll rings for Chaya, Jomuna & Jom,

the moment of morn indicates the 3 numbers of the clue.

Chaya and Jomuna’s death toll, that’s understood now.

But the moment of morn? What does it mean?

I think the date of murder has some connect with the moment of morn.

That’s what we’ve to find. -No, Abhik,

I think we should immediately leave London & go somewhere else.

I’ll go to my Scotland house. -Yes, do that.

And you, Hiya?

I’m going to Birmingham tomorrow regarding my show.

I’ll return after 4 days.

Stay there for some more days.

What about you?

I won’t go anywhere.

But what if something…

Nothing will happen to me. The murderer needs me.

(suspenseful music)

(door opening, shutting)

Hi.

Happy birthday!

Thank you!

It’s beautiful.

I’ll pick you at 7 for dinner, okay?

Okay.

Can I ask you something, Fred?

Sure.

Why hasn’t there been any progress

with Amritanko Chatterjee & Shalini Sengupta’s murders?

Um…

It’s proving to be a very difficult case.

One hasn’t been able to find any leads whatsoever.

The murder seems to be very well-organized.

-Hmm.

-Anyway.

See you tonight.

-Love you. -Love you!

Shadows lurking in the forest

Rumbling through the skies

Shadows lurking...

(tense music builds)

(phone rings)

Yes.

"The moment of morn indicates the 3 numbers of the clue."

It makes sense!

How, tell me?

Return, then we’ll find it out together.

Abhik, I can’t control the excitement. Please tell me.

A game of age.

(dramatic music)

Yes, Ina.

-Hi, Abhik. I need to talk to you about something really alarming.

It’s urgent.

You’ve to come to my place once.

Give it to me!

Has you agent from the telephone company been arrested?

Is it this?

This has a final phone call recording recorded in here.

Yes! Yes!

You’re under arrest!

I needed to contact Prof Banerjee earlier, but my phone was dead.

So, I borrowed Fred’s phone.

And on the screen, there was this spy camera recording.

This video was secretly recorded in a bar.

Look. Play it.

-Look, Shalini, I can’t write anymore lies about Tagore.

After all, the man wrote the national anthem of three countries.

-Which is why,

we’ve instruction to go bigger with the operation, Mr Chatterjee.

-Honestly, when I look at our youngsters, I feel a pang of guilt.

-(Scoffing) Pang of guilt, eh?

If your remuneration goes up from 1.5 to 2, that’ll be healed, right?

Smart girl.

-Okay, I’ll talk to them.

-Let’s call for a double! -Yes, sure.

Hiya. -Yes?

-Will you take another one? -On the rocks?

-Of course, on the rocks! -Hiya…

-Hmm…

You know, one day I heard

a conversation between Professor & Hiya.

And it was very unusual.

-You write such crap on social media under a fake profile?

“Tagore and his conspiracy”?

How did you get access to my account?

You forgot to log out after using my laptop.

So… the man whose music made you famous,

doesn’t it bug you to shame him like this?

I sing his songs because they have a good market.

Nothing more than that.

Besides, I wrote what I thought was right.

Rabindranath Tagore is very much over-hyped.

He didn’t support the armed rebellion,

nor Gandhiji’s Swadeshi movement, nor Civil Disobedience movement.

Basically, he didn’t want India to be free.

Stop it!

Stop it, what rubbish are you saying, Hiya?

The Swadeshi movement, Civil Disobedience, Nationalism;

he very clearly expressed in his writings how he felt about it all!

Read it!

Read this up properly, and then we’ll discuss may be?

And immediately put a stop to writing such things.

No matter what you say, sir,

I don’t believe Tagore to be a patriot.

I’ve been following Hiya for some time now.

And noticed that she’s been trying to get too close to you.

She wanted to use you for your knowledge.

-I have heard all your albums. -Really?

So, come for our rehearsal one day?

I’ll tell you the next rehearsal date.

What are you looking for in these old newspapers?

I’m studying about three old murders.

100 years old.

-I’m sorry.

But I had my doubts on you as you were getting close to Hiya.

So, I searched your hotel room that day.

My boyfriend is a police officer.

So, this was not a difficult task for me.

I know why you are here.

Anyway, that’s your personal mission.

I truly believe you to be honest.

And now, I’ve concrete proof against Hiya.

Maybe Fred's prying on Hiya and others to collect evidence.

I’m telling you this to warn you, Abhik.

Both the people in that meeting have been murdered.

Hiya herself can be the next target.

I hope you haven’t disclosed anything about the letter.

Unfortunately, I have.

And most importantly, I’ve shared the solution with her!

The moment of morn. Moment, as in time.

Which changes throughout the day as per the position of the sun.

Sun, as is ‘Rabi’.

The time of ‘Rabi’… What it means is Tagore’s age!

The 3 death anniversaries of his loved ones that Ekalavya killed on,

the 1st among them is, Chaya. As in Tagore’s wife, Mrinalini Devi.

When she died, Tagore was 41.

Then his daughter, Jomuna.

When she, as in Renuka died, Tagore was 42.

And Jom, Tagore’s son Shamindranath.

When he died Tagore was…

46.

"The moment of morn, add to it the 1st & the 3rd"

As in 41 and 46.

4 plus 1 plus 4 plus 6.

That adds up to 15.

“Add the number of the daughter, then add the 3rd again.”

Tagore had 3 daughters.

So, 15 plus 3.

That adds to? 18.

“add the 3rd again.” So, you’ve to add 46.

So… 18 and 46.

1846.

“It reveals the day, month & year where the priceless treasure hides.”

If you break up 1846 into day, month and year,

it comes 1/8/46.

1st August, 1846.

The date is the death anniversary of one of Tagore’s loved ones.

Someone who died in England.

His shrine too is here. Dwarkanath Tagore.

“100 years from now, the earth shall bring it to light again.”

(tense music builds)

Yes, Commissioner sir, sorry to disturb you.

Need some help.

Didn’t you say a top-rank police officer of London is your friend?

Sir, I need access into someone’s house here.

Please look into it? The famous Rabindrasangeet singer?

Hiya sen.

Sir, I believe she’s quite deeply involved in this case.

Tell me something, did you hear a Bengali name Soumyajit Ghosh,

from Fred? -Soumyajit Ghosh?

Yes, Soumyajit and Fred lived as paying guests in London together.

Soumyajit was very close to him. In fact,

Soumyajit had come to London on some research work.

And suddenly, he died in a car accident.

Okay.

Thank you, Ina.

Yes, Commissioner sir.

I need info on another person besides Hiya Sen.

Professor of Jadavpur University, Soumyajit Ghosh.

Yes, sir, please make it quick.

I’m nearing the climax you see. Thank you, sir.

Yes, I’ve figured out who their leader is.

I just need to entrap the bugger.

-Wow!

Amazing!

I never thought you could beat Abhik and find this before him!

I did hear rumors about this. But when Abhik came & told me,

I’ve been waiting ever since

to get that damn riddle…

cracked!

I’ve been hiding the secret about Ekalavya Sen from everyone else.

Because I wanted to eat the cake alone.

Alone!

What Tagore utmost detested,

you had to do it on my behalf, Hiya.

-Abhik told me about Ekalavya Sen’s letter today.

Why didn’t you tell me, Abhik has come here on this mission?

Must I tell you everything, Hiya?

Anyway. Since Abhik himself confided in you,

be with him, get the riddle's solution out of him.

Then we’ve to get the thing before Abhik does.

Don’t worry about the remuneration.

The remuneration for this work is not money.

I want to play an important role in Operation Soft War.

Get me introduced to your boss.

(dramatic music soars)

Prove yourself to be worthy first.

I have proven myself.

Now, please tell me who the boss is.

Well, you deserve this privilege.

You know him, a famous personality.

CEO of Blueblood Infotech,

John Dyer.

-Tagore is the icon of India’s harmony & national integrity.

In order to break India,

we must break the image of Rabindranath Tagore.

-The main man responsible for Jallianwala Bagh massacre,

General Dyer; his descendant.

-…as an anti-national poet.

And those who get in the way will be trashed.

The colonial hatred still lingers in his genes.

I will schedule a meeting between the two of you.

Tell me one thing.

Why were you so desperate to find that video?

A few dialogues will be dubbed on Tagore’s lips, in that video.

Want to hear the lines?

Wait.

‘I have considered your proposal, Mr Rothenstein.

In my upcoming two novels, ‘Ghore Bairey’ & ‘Char Adhyay’

I am going to deglorify the Swadeshi Movement.’

There’s more.

‘So, if Your Excellency now considers my proposal

for funding my Shantiniketan Visva-Bharati project, and

also if he can recommend my name for the Nobel Prize

in Literature?’

And coincidentally,

it's Visva-Bharati’s centenary this year.

Now, Visva-Bharati is going to be ruined, Hiya.

Brilliant!

Thank you. And listen. Get this dubbed and processed.

Spread the clipping all over the internet.

Will people believe it?

Well, people!

They don’t have the time to judge the authenticity.

If it’s scandalous, they’ll first share it!

And this post will go viral like a forest fire!

John Dyer will be so pleased!

Committing such a sin…

So, I’ll get your unprinted work published as penance,

oh great bard!

“You were hiding right inside my heart

I couldn’t see you

I couldn’t see you!”

-What!

What are you doing here, Abhik?

You already knew about Ekalavya Sen’s letter, Hiya.

Ekalavya Sen is your ancestor.

You sent the letter to my house before coming to London in February.

A bait?

(intriguing music)

A request is made to carefully guard/keep this letter confidential (only to be opened by the specified family) prior to the year 2021 AD

That letter is a treasure hunt for any Tagore researcher.

You used my experience to solve it.

I became your ultimate choice?

Your plan was to track me down when I came to London.

And following the modus operandi of your ancestor, Ekalavya,

you’ll finish off all the fake fans of Tagore at present time.

Right, Hiya?

"When the death toll rings for Chaya, Jomuna & Jom"

That this is related to the untimely death of Tagore’s relatives,

you already figured that out.

Based on that theory,

as per the death dates of Tagore’s relatives,

you started killing off the present time fake fans.

19th April

and 3rd May.

-Hiya!

You!

Kadambari Devi,

Mrinalini Devi,

Renuka Devi,

Shamindranath Tagore and

Surendranath Tagore.

There’s one left still.

Tagore’s elder daughter.

Madhurilata.

Bela.

She who died at 31, due to tuberculosis.

(fateful music builds)

The date was 1918.

16th May.

And today is 16th May.

(car lock beeping)

Sir.

Got it.

Coming.

Okay, sir.

'It's a crime to lose faith in humanity'

Hiya, I just don’t believe!

(tense music)

I also couldn’t believe that intellectuals such as you

can get paid by the Brits into tarnishing our nation’s image,

turning even Tagore into a national enemy!

How well you lapped up the bait!

-Writing your real thoughts about Tagore under a fake profile…

How much does it pay?

-Who will pay me? I write what I feel.

(tuts)

You shouldn’t engage in giving free service, Hiya.

From now on, you’ll write your heart out for me.

I’ll put them under some specific fake profiles

and make them go viral on social media.

-But you’re an admirer of the poet… -I’ll pay 1 lakh for each write up.

Deal?

-You, Shalini Sengupta & Amritanko Chatterjee

have been writing articles to ruin Tagore’s name, for money.

Unanimously.

The coordinated propaganda on social media claiming that Tagore

wrote ‘Jana Gana Mana’ to honour Emperor George the 5th,

you all were behind it! -We bloody well are!

Since you don’t know history, know it! On 1911, 27th December,

at the 26th session of Congress in Calcutta, this song was sung.

Apparently, Tagore wrote it to welcome the English emperor.

‘Bharat Bhagya Bidhata’! (India’s fate-maker)

Whom is he calling that?

A song written to suck up to the British, is apparently

our national anthem! Hah!

Well then tell the entire history!

26 years later, Pulinbihari Sen wrote to Tagore

asking about this song.

Tagore answered it.

-Obviously, it's the questions arising at certain gatherings

leading you to ask about the song.

It was Indian Emperor George the 5th’s first visit to India.

Hence, a friend came to me with a special request.

To compose a song of glory for the Emperor.

As a jostling reaction to that, in the song ‘Jana Gana Mana’,

I declared the victory of India’s fate-maker.

The Eternal Leader Who determines the path for

the people who have struggled through the undulations of history,

is the Supreme Charioteer of human destiny through eras.

That ‘India’s fate-maker’ is not George the 5th,

but the all powerful God, don’t you really realize that?

‘Ghore Bairey’ & ‘Char Adhyay’,

two extremely important works of that time.

Tagore declared in them, "No revolt can happen by killing the heart!"

Yet, by twisting its meanings, your lot turned Tagore into a traitor!

What we did was correct!

Know how much it pays? For that kind of money,

you’d write that stuff too. I very well know.

When the ‘lumpens’ write crap about our great minds, I don't get scared.

It’s the educated lot like you that scares me.

You confuse people with intellect, twisting the meanings.

Just for bloody money!

No, Hiya!

You’re an admirer of Tagore who’s an exponent of peace.

I know you’ve gathered proof against them, so expose them!

Don’t take the law in your hands!

You’ve to kill off venomous insects, Abhik.

Or you yourself die.

Spare them and our culture, language, roots…

They’ll destroy it all! They’ll create discrimination among people!

That will sacrifice many more lives!

Like Soumyajit Ghosh?

Who? Who, Soumyajit Ghosh?

The scholar.

Died in an accident a few days ago.

Right, Hiya?

How are you related to Soumyajit Ghosh?

You’ve such a rare gem in your family, yet you never told me!

Dad gave me this letter before he passed away.

Ekalavya Sen is my grandfather’s elder brother.

Before he died in 1921,

he sent the letter to his young brother in Calcutta.

Ekalavya Sen instructed not to open the letter before 2021.

He demanded it be handed to a worthy researcher on Tagore.

You’re as worthy as it gets.

Please see if you can restore this priceless asset.

Soumya had come to London at that time,

for his PhD at Tagore Institute.

He asked for Bodhaditya Bandopadhyay’s help.

He agreed to help Soumya.

-Look, Mr Chatterjee, if we make some money out of defaming Tagore,

what’s the harm? No one will know it’s we who are doing it.

Now, tell me how much you’ll charge to write.

I’ll talk to them.

-One day, Soumya found out about the conspiracy.

-Hello, Hiya! Who did I think I was seeking help from!

All of them are traitors! Our own people!

I’ll gather proof against them and give the police.

Have to expose them!

(pensive music swells)

You all didn’t know,

because Hiya & Soumyajit, both aren’t on social media.

-Hey, no! Hiya, don’t do this!

Abhik, tell her!

Hiya, drop the gun. Why take the law in your hands?

Expose them instead.

-Stop, Abhik!

I know the law and its loopholes.

You walk away a free man.

He is an influential person.

When Soumyajit came to study in London, he lived with Fred.

As paying guests. They were very close friends.

You! Spineless, corrupt, police officer!

You don’t deserve to comment on his spine.

Tagore’s words have nurtured the strength of his spine.

-Soumya became my best buddy.

He introduced me to the world of Rabindranath Tagore.

Tagore’s poetry changed my life.

Helped me overcome the loss of my ex-girlfriend

and move on.

These people need to be punished.

-I know that a very influential, international nexus is involved

in this operation. So far…

they killed Soumya.

I tried to take over the investigation but surprisingly…

Surprisingly, it got closed down.

This is a serious crime.

An attempt to destroy the legacy of Tagore

and his many followers.

I believe in capital punishment.

I’m with you. I am.

They killed my dear friend.

I can’t let them go.

-Hiya, please listen to me. Drop the gun, don’t do this. Please.

-Apart from the spy cam footage Hiya collected,

we have your voice recording too.

Now we have the name of the mastermind of

Operation Soft War.

John Dyer.

CEO of Blueblood Infotech.

Okay, okay!

Hiya, Fred, please forgive me!

Hiya? Both of you, let me go please!

I admit it's my fault. I committed a sin!

But God… He will punish me. God…

Hiya, try to understand!

“Be heartless, Father Slay the wrongdoer Yourself

Awaken the Heaven that India truly is!”

What have you done!

All my life, I have only loved one man.

I can do anything & everything for Soumya.

Don’t misunderstand me, Abhik.

Hey, yes, this is Fred. Reporting on a serious crime.

Abhik.

What I & Soumya failed to do, you did it.

The film will be launched. But please see to it…

these poems also get published.

The handwriting may be like Tagore’s…

but it is not written by Tagore.

Don’t look at it from the perspective of a researcher.

Judge, as a poet, an empathetic person.

I am sure you will find Tagore in this.

It’s my ancestor’s last wish.

Make it happen, please.

Ekalavya Sen?

-Oh bard,

in your immense shadow,

so many poets & authors like me…

are lost.

And they will keep getting lost in future too.

But I shall not be lost.

What I have written today

will sink in the dark depths of people’s trivial memories?

I am not such a poet.

My poetry is eternal.

Time infinite shall bear witness.

A poet who has no fame…

no matter how talented he is,

the world won’t know the worth of his work in present time.

But 100 years from now…

the same poems will come to light under your name.

And then people will laud it, dear bard!

This world belongs to cheats!

I couldn’t survive it.

But my poetry will live a hundred years later.

(pensive music builds)

Hiya!

(gunshot rings)

‘A hundred years later, celebrating poetry

I shall know so much about the unknown, through words

I shall love in rhythm, in the lap of poetry

A desert reaching beyond silence, quenching the thirst

A crescent moon that shall sleep in the sky-bed, this evening

I shall stay up in that soft moonlight, awaiting

Spend a few moments of waves in this sea of light

Bow to the magic of poems Learn to love like that, dear heart

Look up at the sky far away The universe is calling

Amidst its falling stars, the pole star shines brightest

Drink the nectar of immortality Come, take shelter in poetry

Walk the path of a hundred years Come, love me’

Hello, I am Abhik. I came LIVE today to mend a mistake.

A poem I posted few days ago, ‘A Hundred Years Later’;

it went viral.

I thought it was one of Tagore’s unpublished works.

But now I have found out that it was written by

Ekalavya Sen.

An obscure poet, from a hundred years ago.

By making the poem popular you all have proved today

what a timeless poet Ekalavya Sen was.

Due to lack of opportunity many talents such as him,

are lost in time. But you all have made one of them win.

Thank you.

Bye.