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What are you doing, Nikhil? Let go.

Nikhil, let go...

-Japnaam. -Japnaam.

Japnaam.

What are you watching?

'Dazed and Desperate.'

Do I tell you the name?

No, Johnny.

I wouldn't be a warden if I were such a lamebrain.

Here for Pammi, right?

Have a seat. I'll be back in a jiffy.

Do you plan on scrubbing forever?

These stains are too tough.

The stains will go off eventually.

What about cleansing the filth in your life?

Pammi?

Get up.

You've slept enough.

Come on, now. You have to go seek blessings.

Get off the bed now!

You're right.

I have slept long enough.

It's time to rise now.

Pammi.

Pammi.

Gaba.

Seems like the warden dozed off instead of waking her up.

Let's go and check.

What happened?

I have to leave for Bikaner tomorrow.

That's good. Get my medicine along, Johnny.

I'll soon run out.

The warden is going to get us in trouble.

Where the hell is she?

Babaji cannot tolerate anyone being late.

She is fast asleep.

Pammi?

Didn't the warden wake you up? You're sleeping like a log.

Johnny!

Look what the girl has done!

Motherf**ker!

Girl, have you lost your mind?

Coach, it took me time to understand...

but I still haven't forgotten my game.

Now I'll strike the balance using my own ways.

Because this is my battle.

From now on, attack first, and then defence.

Attack and defend.

Defend and attack.

Bravo, Pammi!

Very good!

Come on!

Turn her over, Sangeeta.

Even the rising sun is bowing

before these wonder women grapplers.

Let's see who becomes Meerut and UP's champion of champions.

Watching these gritty girls wrestle, I think

men's wrestling is all set to lose its charm.

Just look at how these wrestlers

are fighting tooth and nail to oust each other.

But for now, the match is under Pammi's control

as she is ahead by three points.

Come on.

Very good!

Pammi wins another point.

Pammi - 8. Sangeeta - 4.

Friends, this fight is all set to get more enthralling.

Because both Sangeeta and Pammi know

that whoever wins today

will represent the state at the Nationals.

Stare her down.

Listen, she is stronger than you.

-Don't let her tame the game. -But, Coach...

I have more points than her.

Are you going to encash these points or what?

Let us see which of the two,

tenacious Pammi or rugged Sangeeta, walks away as a champion!

LIFE OR HONOUR?

A humble appeal:

We honour and bow before all our 'Dharamgurus'

and their religious institutions.

All the recognized and practiced...

religions, sects, philosophies,

cultures and traditions of our nation

are our heritage and we are proud of them.

But sometimes, some people

distort and abuse this glorious heritage

to exploit simple and innocent believers

and defame our great 'Dharamgurus',

their establishments and our religion.

The fictional story of 'Aashram' is an attempt on this subject.

I may not be in power now, but I'm the Ex-Chief Minister.

By making me sponsor such silly events...

you're ruining my wealth, status and reputation.

Sir, the way you were wiped off in the previous elections,

this time we will have to work at the grassroot levels.

Brothers, sisters, elders and youngsters,

the one we were eagerly awaiting for has finally arrived.

Look at this massive crowd, sir.

You will be interacting with 21 village chiefs!

We'll get good publicity. This way.

Ex-Chief Minister, Mr. Hukum Singh...

I was told that the headmen from 21 villages would be present.

Sir, all the headmen arrived early in the morning.

But they got hungry while they were awaiting your arrival.

They went to have refreshments. They'll be back soon.

-Who is she? -Jay Singh's daughter, Sangeeta.

That's fine.

I hope I didn't miss your round.

No. We've finished only the first round.

-Best of luck. -Mr. Hukum Singh studied in London.

But he is an Indian at heart.

That's why seven years ago, he gave up his lavish life over there

and chose his duty towards his motherland.

He is always at the forefront to promote sports.

Despite his busy schedule today, he has spared his precious time...

I can't see Dilawar around. Where is he nowadays?

Sir, I was about to call him.

-Hello, Dilawar? -Yes, Bagga.

You'll get me in trouble.

Something came up.

Why don't you tell him yourself?

Wait...

Sir.

-Hello. -Yes, sir.

You ditched me again, Dilawar. Where are you nowadays?

Sir, I had to attend to something urgent.

Something personal.

What kind of personal work are you so busy with?

I told you to come here.

Where are you fooling around?

Oh, sir, come on.

I get it.

Hope you are not playing new tricks.

You've become a total prick. Be careful.

I'm getting suspicious. Keep an eye on him.

Sir, he's been meeting

the Chief Minister's brother-in-law a lot.

500 acres of forest land has been granted an industrial status.

Mishra Global Projects

are going to set up Asia's largest factory there.

Congratulations to you.

-Thank you, sir. -Set up Asia's largest factory.

Sir, Dilawar is waiting for you.

Dilawar, you're still here?

Greetings, sir.

Now that you've taken me under your wing, where else can I go?

So, what's the news about your leader, Hukum Singh?

He is struggling.

Spending his time

being chief guest at local wrestling events.

I am at your service now. Your wish is my command.

Our grapplers are back in the arena.

This round is going to be spectacular. It is a close fight.

Once again in this round, Pammi has pounced on Sangeeta

and pushed her off the boundary.

Thus, Pammi has grabbed another point for herself.

Pammi - 9. Sangeeta - 4.

Pammi is proving to be a tough nut in this bout.

Or maybe not.

Sangeeta has just toppled Pammi over

and she is trying to pin her down with all her might.

Let's see if Pammi can stop Sangeeta

from snatching away those two points.

No!

Sangeeta has lost a timely opportunity to win those points.

Both the grapplers are head-on.

Another hammer slam from Pammi!

-Well done! -Bravo, Pammi!

Another attempt at ousting Sangeeta.

Looks like Pammi is going to change the face of this game.

Despite belonging to the Dalit community,

the way she has left her mark in this competition,

she has made her community proud.

Here goes the referee's whistle.

Pammi won both the rounds and earned her victory!

Pammi's delight is clearly evident on her face.

She has now qualified herself for the state selection round.

It's a foul. End of discussion.

Foul play. Pammi is hereby disqualified.

Look at this, a new twist in the game.

-The judge has disqualified Pammi. -What are you saying, sir?

How was that a foul? Her move was correct.

Sir, Pammi's move was valid.

No, not at all.

Pammi grabbed her by the neck and pushed from below.

The move was wrong.

The move was right, but it's the wrong girl.

If Sangeeta would've made the same move, it would've been valid.

It's because Sangeeta's father is the organiser of this event.

-Obviously, you won't let her lose. -Hey, mind your tongue.

Shut up, you two. Look, Vineet.

Pammi.

Yes, I am calling you. Can't you hear me? Come here.

I have more matches to conduct!

Listen to me, Pammi.

-Sangeeta! Sangeeta! Sangeeta! -Yes!

Sangeeta! Sangeeta! Sangeeta!

Kudos to you, girl.

Coach, one Judge can be wrong…

but the majority can never be wrong.

I admit, the girl has potential.

Bring her along the next time.

She's made a mistake, nothing can be done now.

That poor girl's mistake is that she was born in a lower caste.

Do you always barf your words out?

It's wrestling. Don't drag casteism into this.

Even I belong to a lower caste.

Do you still have something to say?

I'll get you disqualified right away on grounds of misconduct.

Go ahead! This is what you want.

To destroy people like us.

Then why have a wrestling match in the first place?

Just stop it, all of you. Don't ruin it!

What more is left to be ruined, Coach?

Now Sangeeta will be able to play for Nationals.

It's all over now.

-She ruined a year's hard work! -Pammi!

Don't lose hope.

The coach will talk to our chief guest.

-Coach, please. -All right.

Sangeeta! Sangeeta! Sangeeta!

Sangeeta! Sangeeta! Sangeeta!

Mr. Singh, people are being fooled right under your nose.

You are our leader. How can you remain silent?

Coach, have some respect for the game and the village.

Mr. Singh is our guest.

Why are you dragging him into these filthy matters?

The judges' decision is final, that's it.

The judges wag their tails for you. They'll do what you tell them to.

Don't fly too high, Superman.

Or what will you do?

-You... -Okay. Calm down.

I am here. I'll sort this out.

Sir, shall I call the members of the village council?

Look, every sport has its rules.

And the judges' decision is always the final decision.

If you're unhappy with this decision...

we can appeal to the federation.

-Right? -Yes, sir.

Mr. Singh, you've found the perfect way out.

Come, let's go. The village council members are waiting for you.

Come.

Pammi!

Listen.

What happened?

Nothing can be done now.

They don't even drink the water we serve them.

How will they let us progress?

A rotten caste system that's rotting our lives away.

We were born into a lower caste, so we have to suffer.

Be brave, Pammi.

You will play at the Nationals someday.

We'll try again.

Have you lost it?

How much more will you sacrifice for me?

You put everything at stake for me.

You gave up your education so that I could wrestle.

And, what's the result?

Only failure.

Those idiots turned a winner into a loser in no time.

No more trials for me.

-What happened, Dad? -Son, have lassi and just chill.

The mare is here. Consider the ritual done.

Listen, take your mare and leave.

Dad, what are you saying?

Was the mare only here as a showpiece?

You can get one to ride some other time.

Your father is right.

The only way to take our procession

is through the upper caste locality.

Hey, take her and leave.

The mare is here.

Whether you ride it or not, you will have to pay for it.

You won't lose your money. Hold on for a minute.

Uncle, why can't Noni ride the mare?

It's a free country. We are free to do what we want.

It's our right.

Hey, you, Mr. Freedom Fighter. Don't interfere.

Uncle, this is Akki. Akhvinder Rathi.

He's my friend since college.

He owns a news channel.

Yet, he is here to shoot my wedding video for free.

And this is the way you talk to my guest?

Son, forgive me. You belong to the upper caste.

You have all the rights to speak about freedom.

But, everyone here is well aware of the truth.

Dad, the truth is that

we are scared. That is why they suppress us.

I have understood...

that we are responsible for our miserable lives.

Noni, if you don't ride the mare today, I won't attend your wedding.

What? Impossible!

You are right.

I have decided. If I go, it will be on the mare.

No mare, no procession.

And no wedding either.

Way to go, Noni.

Does the upper caste own the whole town or what?

The mare will pass through their locality. That's it.

-Absolutely right. -Music!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop.

They stopped already.

Even the band stopped playing.

Are they being wise or acting smart?

Go and talk to them.

-Okay. -Go.

What happened?

From here on, let's go ahead peacefully.

Noni, get off the mare.

Your wish stays fulfilled and these people won't feel dishonoured too.

Uncle, can't you see that their honour is costing us ours?

Why peacefully? We'll go ahead with the same pride.

Satti, don't talk rubbish.

I stopped the band from playing, right?

No music and no dancing.

Noni, please get down.

Sir, why ask him to get down and break his heart?

It's a wedding after all, not a funeral. Come on, play on.

Why are you worried?

Marriage is once in a lifetime. Why settle for anything less?

And this is our locality.

If we have no problem, why are you getting flustered?

Come on, start playing.

Hello, sir.

Stop it!

Stop! Stop, right now!

You filthy a**hole!

You thought you'd dance your way through our locality on your mare?

I'll show you how to ride a mare, f**ker.

-Noni! -Noni!

Let go of him!

Satti!

Let go of me! Let go!

Satti!

Beat them up!

Let go of me!

Sir, please stop them.

-Stop! -Satti!

Stop! Sonu, stop it. The boy will die.

Uncle, you stay out of this!

Unless a few of them die,

-they won't learn their lesson. -Son, listen to me.

If he dies, you will be imprisoned for life.

What will happen then? Get back.

They've killed my sons! Killed them!

They are still alive.

Piglets look good living in the muck.

If they wander on the streets, they are sure to come under the wheels.

Make them understand.

Let's go.

Let's go, Noni.

We're almost there, my son.

Wrap it around tightly.

-Open your eyes, my dear. -Be brave.

Noni, let's go to the police station and file a complaint.

Are you crazy? Satti's condition is serious.

-We can't leave him. -Everyone else is with him.

If the upper castes file an FIR,

the police will come looking for you.

We'll think about it later. Let Satti recover first.

You don't know the unwritten rules.

If we don't file a complaint first, those rascals would roam free

and you all will rot in jail.

Those bastards deserve to be behind bars.

Let's go file an FIR. Keep going, Akki.

-Hold on, son. -Hold on.

We are almost reaching the hospital.

Go.

You could have found a better priest to fix your marriage date.

The day turned out to be so inauspicious!

What?

Never mind.

Look, such fights are very common.

Don't take it to heart. Resolve it among yourselves.

Someone could have died. Why don't you file an FIR?

You seem to be having a lot of issues.

Who are you?

You don't seem like their family.

I am their family, sir.

I'm a journalist working for 'News Aap Tak.'

I was making a video for my friend's wedding.

FIR for an attempt to murder needs to be lodged for this case.

So, you seem to know the law too well.

Why didn't you tell me first?

Stand up.

Stand up.

I will shove your mic up your a**!

Don't get all wise on me.

If you were so wise, why didn't you tell them

to take a different route?

Why did you pass by the upper caste locality?

Sir, don't get me wrong.

I was suggesting a case for attempt to murder, looking at the scenario.

So, I should file a report as per what you say?

You guys telecast unnecessary news as 'breaking news.'

You will teach policemen how to file an FIR?

Sir, we ought to raise our voice against injustice.

You can raise your voice later. First, get up!

-Sir. -Get up!

You want a breaking headline? I'll break your head!

-Get out of here. -Sir.

Out!

Out!

Go on!

Calm down. Your blood pressure will shoot up.

Sir.

Mr. Haridas has been investigating since morning.

The quota got him a promotion.

No wonder he's showing off.

So...

You both don't look as crazy as the journalist.

You seem to be educated.

I have graduated in Commerce and my sister Pammi is in college.

You must have studied about the 360° angle.

It is about...

all the angles of the reaction in correspondence to action.

Look, the shit went down.

If you file an FIR for an attempt to murder,

let me tell you, there will be a murder.

What do you mean?

Once the FIR has been filed, the boys will be behind bars.

And their entire family will be...

at your doorstep.

A couple of murders are bound to take place in your family...

for sure.

That's what I mean.

So they can oppress, persecute or abuse us,

but we can't even file an FIR against them?

No. I never said that.

You should file an FIR.

But the case made should be for physical abuse.

Not for attempt to murder.

That would aggravate the matter.

Look, that's what happens in such cases.

I'm saying from experience.

No, Pammi! File a case for attempt to murder.

Otherwise, the court will release them tomorrow.

What the hell is going on there? You're disturbing us.

I am conducting an urgent investigation.

Beating the shit out of someone for money is not an investigation.

It's called extortion.

Don't make so much noise. Others are working too.

As if we are whiling away our time!

So, Mr. Groom.

Have you thought of all the angles?

It's an attempt to murder. Please file a report.

Now that you are insisting, I can't help it.

It's not your fault.

Sadhu, file a report.

Do your duty to your kin.

You are of the same caste, after all.

Be ready for the murders that will follow.

Mr. Samandar, a case has been filed for an attempt to murder.

She is filing an FIR.

Motherf**kers!

Get a stretcher! Hurry up!

Please get a stretcher!

Shut it down!

There will be no treatment!

Take them all!

The low castes are acting too smart. F**kers!

Take them!

-Motherf**kers want to file an FIR! -What are you doing?

-I'll see how you get a treatment! -Where are you taking the doctor?

Samandar...

They want to file an FIR. Motherf**kers!

Please let me go. I have other patients.

I'll see how they get a treatment!

What are you doing? He might die.

-Sir, please do something. -Yes.

Japnaam.

I have some urgent news for Babaji.

-Jai Hind. -Ujagar, where are you?

I just got home.

The upper castes have created havoc in the hospital.

I knew it would happen.

Go to the hospital with Haridas and 25 others at once.

The situation shouldn't aggravate.

I will be there shortly.

Okay, sir.

Haridas, get moving.

Yes, I will be there soon.

I am on my way, sir.

You wanted to ride a mare, right?

Wasn't it enough that you made a new mess?

This camera guy must have taken you there.

Why are you trying to destroy us?

You got his wedding cancelled. And now, my son is dying.

Not a single doctor will attend to him.

But why?

Because of you.

Because you got the report filed.

-Sir, did he... -No.

They won't let the doctor go.

They won't let them treat him until the FIR has been withdrawn.

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

-Hail... -The Creator of our fate!

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

What's going on?

Babaji is going to the hospital.

Really?

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

-Hail... -The messiah of the poor!

-Hail... -The Creator of our fate!

-Hail... -The messiah of the poor!

-Hail... -The Creator of our fate!

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

-Hail... -The Creator of our fate!

-Hail... -The messiah of the poor!

-Hail... -The Creator of our fate!

Pammi, please go and apologise to them. Tell them--

Why are you sending the wretch now?

Things will only get worse.

What should I do then?

I am going to withdraw the FIR.

Set the doctors free.

-Otherwise, my brother will die. -First go and withdraw it.

Let's go, Akki.

-Hail... -The Creator of our fate!

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

-Hail... -The messiah of the poor!

-Hail... -The Creator of our fate!

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

-Hail... -The messiah of the poor!

-Hail... -The Creator of our fate!

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

-Hail... -The messiah of the poor!

-Hail... -The Creator of our fate!

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

-Hail... -The messiah of the poor!

-Hail... -The Creator of our fate!

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

-Hail... -The messiah of the poor!

-Hail... -The Creator of our fate!

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

-Hail... -The Creator of our fate!

-Hail... -The messiah of the poor!

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

-Hail... -The Creator of our fate!

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

Baba is here with his army of followers.

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

Silence!

We are not here for a spiritual discourse.

One's faith should not cause problem for another

That's why no one will shout slogans in my praise.

You must pray in silence for the injured boy.

Let there be victory.

This is Baba Nirala.

Hey, man. Why is Baba here?

Show some respect. It's "Babaji."

The upper castes thrashed a lower caste boy.

Babaji is always there to deliver justice.

Satti?

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Why is he here? None of you moves!

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Japnaam. Japnaam. Japnaam.

Babaji!

-Please save my son. -What are you doing?

You are our only hope.

God will save him.

-Stop. -My brother is the one injured.

Why is he lying here?

Why is nobody dressing his wounds?

Where is the doctor?

They have taken the doctors hostage.

The upper castes... In there.

Babaji...

let me check.

Let's go.

Take him out of here!

Get in!

Chaudhary.

Anger is an enemy.

The boy's condition is critical.

Let the doctors go.

We can discuss things once the treatment begins.

There won't be a discussion!

They need to know, no matter what the size of balls...

they always stay beneath, where they belong.

So, don't interfere. Save your sermons for someone else.

It's a matter of my children's lives.

We need to make them realize what 'attempt to murder' actually means.

Don't interfere otherwise...

What will you do? Tell me.

What will you do?

Answer me.

Can't you understand anything without violence?

Let go! What are you staring at? Beat him up.

Get back! Do you want to be martyred?

Both you and your son are rascals.

What did you say?

They are a bunch of testicles?

You fool.

Every organ is equally important.

Be it the one above or beneath.

Do you get it?

-Bhope. -Yes, Babaji.

Come on.

Get the boy treated.

Move, everyone. You too.

Japnaam.

Move, please. Move aside.

Please wait right here.

Where to?

You seem to have lost your mind.

Keep your voice low. The followers are praying.

If you want to go inside, surrender your weapons.

It's a matter of Babaji's security.

The police are not required where Babaji is.

Really?

Now that you are His servant and not a cop,

you think he is the law?

How much does Baba pay you to bang...

I mean, to shoot a salute?

Give him your weapon.

I did too.

Why do you always have to lock horns?

You're such an a** li**er!

Sir, please calm down.

You should also use the 360° angle sometimes.

A lot of followers have gathered here.

If something goes wrong, it will be a mess.

Please come.

Come on.

Big locality...

big respect.

You do know that the locality is built

on the village council's land, right?

Illegally!

Wasn't the D.C going to demolish it last year?

Who saved it from demolition?

Should I get the file out?

Everything will be gone in two days!

Your pride as well.

Then try taking someone off the mare.

And, yes...

I don't sermonise. I preach...

about peace.

Let there be victory forever.

Let there be victory forever.

Why don't you inform me in time?

Ask the SP of the district to arrest

all of those men who attacked the procession.

Or that Baba will become a hero.

Listen.

Tell Prem...

to pay special attention to tomorrow's headline.

Okay.

'The lower castes got justice because of CM's strict orders.'

Everyone should know

that the law is of utmost importance in my land.

Haridas, take a section and leave.

Bring them from the upper caste locality.

Okay, sir.

I heard that you fought them alone.

Yes, Babaji.

She is really courageous.

My sister Pammi is a wrestler.

Wrestler?

Doesn't look like one.

It's good that you fought.

One should fight for one's right without fear.

The one who inflicts injustice should be fearful.

The fight against injustice has been fought eternally.

One should stand tall against injustice.

That's what Lord Krishna said in the Bhagwat Gita.

Your blood will not go in vain.

So, Mr. Groom.

They took you off the mare. Won't you get back on?

Will you walk to your own wedding?

How would you face the bride then?

Look, the entire locality has to be evacuated.

Be careful. The preparations are done, right?

What's the matter?

This was bound to happen. The department has issued a notice.

The locality has to be evacuated for demolition.

Why? What happened?

One shouldn't mess with Babaji.

Does the municipality belong to him?

His followers are the ones in power.

Baba is a python!

And when a python pulls you into its coil...

one shouldn't struggle too much.

As the coil tightens, the bones of the prey shatter.

Japnaam, Babaji.

I have made it very clear to them.

We won't conduct an investigation on the upper castes

until you say so.

Babaji, you have become a messiah for the lower castes.

Shower us with your grace as well.

Won't you drink the water we offer?

We regret it, Babaji.

I mean it.

We made a huge mistake. Please forgive us.

Babaji...

you have brought us onto the right path.

We have a request.

Please save our children's lives from getting ruined.

Please get the FIR withdrawn.

The Lochan family will decide that.

I do hope they forgive you.

I want everyone to live harmoniously.

Let there be victory forever.

Your wish is our command, Babaji.

I had filed the FIR.

I will withdraw it.

This girl is as gracious as she is brave.

It's her word. Consider yourself forgiven.

All the conflicts are resolved.

Hail Babaji of Kashipur!

You are late as usual.

Baba has resolved the grounds to make an arrest.

She is going to withdraw the FIR.

Really?

Hail Babaji!

Get all the work done today.

A pit needs to be dug here.

A wall on this side and the rest of the construction, over there.

Everything has to be finished today.

What's that?

Hey, wait!

Bring it down.