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What are you doing here?

Who allowed them to enter my house?

No one, sir.

We have come to give you a petition

on behalf of our poor farmers of Khandesh.

And who are you?

Their self-proclaimed leader?

I am Pandurang Sadashiv Sane.

I'm not a leader.

Neither do I want to be one.

Crops in our district are badly hit

by the untimely heavy rain.

We request you to announce

wet famine and lift the levy imposed on our farmers.

This is our written letter.

Please.

I have your track record, Mr. Sane.

It's Sane not Sen.

You've just returned from Trichinapalli

after two years of rigorous imprisonment.

You created a great deal of mayhem in support of

Mr. Gandhi's so-called civil disobedience.

It seems you're not happy outside of prison.

You have converted the whole nation into a large prison.

What difference does it make..

Sir?

What are you bastards waiting for?

Arrest them all

Now!

Shinde. Madhav. Avtade.

Let them do their work.

No ruler can handle nonviolence.

Move.

Stop!

Do you think these Ignorant farmers

know better than the British government?

Protesting against injustice

is the birthright of any human being.

You cannot question that.

And I know how to crush that spirit.

Give that to me.

Vinoba...

how lucky I am.

Day out. Hmm.

Chin up.

Little faster.

Little faster.

Common. Move ahead.

It is my feeling

that I am the body.

This inspires another person to oppress me.

He feels, this person will be in my control

if I torture his body.

Great soul Socrates.

He was punished to be poisoned.

He would say, this body was bound to die four days later.

What can you achieve by killing it?

His disciple asked..

Where should we bury you after your death?

Socrates said, both of you are wise.

He thinks he can kill me and you think you can bury me.

I will be the one who will outlive both of you.

Truly...

even two thousand five hundred years later...

Socrates is still living, through his thoughts.

Same applies to Christ.

When he was being nailed, he asked God to forgive them.

They know not what they do.

Great men are killed. Their bodies are killed.

But their thoughts remain immortal.

In Satyagraha, we are especially learning to reduce our attachment to the body.

This is our Karmayog.

Perhaps I came to Dhule prison so that I could be the Ganesh to Geeta Pravachan.

Mother Geetai is our support in difficult times.

Geetai is my mother. I am her baby.

If I fall and cry…she picks me up.

This Vinya is too fond of his mother.

But the situation is so that he cannot enjoy her proximity.

Then I find solace in the shelter of mother Geetai.

Hence this endeavour of Geeta Pravachan.

One keeps on remembering one’s mother.

If I can serve my motherland..

her soul will rest in peace in heaven.

I can see my mother in Bapu.

Gandhiji sometimes appears to be stern, sometimes soft.

And he also knows how to use both these attributes for his struggling children.

Like a mother.

Is every mother like this?

One who has the power to endure but is dashing?

One who feels from the bottom of her heart that her children too should be like her.

Shyam. Shyam. Shyam..

What is it Bhaskar?

Shyam’s mom…Shyam had said that he would come along for swimming…

to Deodhar’s well…

Of course, he will come… Go and look for him…He must be inside….

Shyam…Banya, Vasu, Bhaskar have come.

Grandma…. Shyam got very few flowers yesterday…

I will tell him tomorrow.

Mathuri, enough for today…. you will get tired.

You have just recovered from illness.

Hasn’t Shivram come today to help you?

He has gone madam, to work on Damle’s fields.

Ok.

Shyam’s mother…

Shyam’s mother…

What is it?

Where is Shyam?

Aunty, Shyam is scared…He is hiding…coward...

Let it be Shyam’s mother…we will go for swimming.

Wait.

He said yesterday that he would go tomorrow to swim with you.

Follow me.

Come.

Get up.

Mother! Oh mother...

No mother…come on…won’t you step out, you coward?

Mother…please mother…I am scared…

I will go…will surely go…tomorrow…

I promise…God promise…your promise…

Why these fake promises? To hide like a coward?

A scared person has no tomorrow. Come on…

I don’t want to go mother.

I don’t want to go swimming.

You won’t listen like this.

Please mother. I don’t want to go.

Common, move.

I’ll make sure.

How will you not go?

Common, move.

What hapened?

Common, move.

How will you not go. I’ll see.

Wear it quickly.

Move.

Are you a mother or a witch?

How much are you hitting him?

Purushya, you are saved because you are still small…if you are scared tomorrow…

you will face the same fate…have you understood?

Wait. I’ll tie a float.

We’ll go. Come.

Wow…is Shyam here?

Wait a minute… I will come up and tie a float to you.

Look Shyam..

I too jump from here.

The other day, Govindkaka jumped with me on his shoulders…it is real fun.

Put your hands up.

Don’t get scared. Nothing will happen.

Once you jump, nothing will happen.

Go on.

Shyam, don’t be scared.

Don’t be scared Shyam.

The float is tied…you will not drown.

Move your hands and legs.

Keep them moving.

Come up…we will jump from there.

No. It’s better here.

Shyam’s mother. Look here.

You were the one to hit me and now you are weeping?

You won’t understand Shyam.

Has Shyam shown his valour?

Sister …brother-in-law will be here soon…shall I set food?

Yes. I am joining you.

Durva-grandma…can you look at Sadanand?

Yes…he is playing here.

Shyam, which mother will like her son being called a coward?

Will you like anyone insulting your mother?

Mother.

When I was in Pune at uncle’s place, I had inquired about Akka.

She wasn’t keeping well and so I sent a letter to her…

to invite her for a few days to her hometown…

Then?

Akka says she cannot come.

One has to endure all insults regarding married daughters.

Shyam, how can you learn to swim without entering water?

Look at me…

I must have been seventeen or eighteen. I had to shoulder the responsibility of a ‘Khot’.

I got drowned in the affairs.

But now… finally I am floating…how can one get scared?

Brother… I am younger to you but would like to say something…

since you are talking about affairs…you have pampered the Kunbats from Vadavli too much.

What does that mean?

He gives some pretext or the other and doesn’t pay the taxes.

How are we going to meet ends in the government office tomorrow?

But they are not lying.

Non-seasonal rains infested the crops with pests…what will they do?

Are you the leader of Telis and Tambolis like Bal Gangadhar?

Brother-in-law, why are you discussing politics while eating?

Sister-in-law, politics has reached our frontyard, which is why it’s important.

But Lokmanya is speaking on behalf of all of our community.

Why shouldn’t we burn down foreign clothes? Why shouldn’t we ban imported sugar?

If we chase these foreign goods and if all the local production comes to a halt tomorrow…

Brother, but how can we fight against the fish if we living in water?

If government gets cross with us, we may have to lose our traditional ‘Khot’ business. Then we will have to just sit idle.

hmm..

Shirpya, you are here? Come.

I will return only after I complete all recovery.

I got worried when I checked accounts yesterday…Don’t take it as an insult.

Shirpya..

I will be back by twilight.

Purushya..

Come here.

My favourite.

Oh well.

I’ll leave.

One shouldn’t stop a person setting off, Bhaurao…

but why did you choose a new-moon to set off?

Grandma…affairs are more important…each day should be considered pious for recovery.

Bye.

Durva-Grandma…I too was going to set off for Pune…

but I will go tomorrow.

Shyam, won’t you go to school because it is new-moon day?

Get going.

Shyam’s mother?

Bhau has been hit.

Brother, uncle…come outside…

Bhau has been hit.

Brother!

Bhau has been hit.

Shyam’s mother!

What is this Shirpya?

Bhaurao!

What shall I tell, Shyam’s mother…Ramoshi gang caught us near the stream…

Get some water.

I’ll get.

Durpada aunt was saying…it is dark…stay here…go when it is dawn…

…but Bhau lost his wits…I too didn’t foresee the danger…

they were hiding in darkness…evil Ramoshis…they hit him on the head…

he would have lost his life but a cobra crept there and scared the Ramoshis away.

Easy.

Vasudev, they robbed me off the hundred rupees of recovery…

They left me when I handed over my chain and ring finally…

my life-line seems to have been strong…

I got saved.

Hundred rupees?

Vasudeva…be grateful that brother is alive…

The money was never to be in our fate it seems.

Yashoda’s ‘kumkum’ was strong…

Someone get him inside.

Careful.

Nothing dear…it must be a dream…Sleep.

Those horrible Ramoshis…their faces…those axes…that blood…

Calm down.

Don’t worry.

Mother.

Why did they rob Bhau? Isn’t this sinful?

Shyam, how can simpletons like us understand the calculations of sin and virtue?

Only God can do that judgement.

We are Khots of Vadavli…

there are so many castes and tribes here…

collecting their land-tax…submitting it to the government is our work…

it is a type of power.

Many are hurt in the process…rivalry gets nurtured.

But mother..

aren’t our Bhau, uncle good people?

Of course, they are good...

but many are condemned for being of low caste…

they neither own land, nor do they have the right to education…

company government brands them as thieves…

no income…they have nothing to feed their children…

sometimes I feel I am snatching morsel from their mouths and feeding you…

God snatched today from our hands and gave it to them…what else can we say?

Shyam, isn’t mother at ease yet?

Yashoda sister does not need to miss her daughter’s helping hand.

Yashoda, I will prepare a concoction for you…

I have been struck by malaria…what will the concoction do?

Grandma, I am making rice porridge…mother, have porridge and pickle…

Are you crazy dear…today is Vat-savitri fast.

Mother…you are ill ... how can you endure the fast?

I will take care of that.

Don’t!

Will you do me a favour?

Of course, mother… why do you even ask?

I thought I would recover and be able to circumambulate the banyan tree…

By Savitri’s grace your father has been saved from a great danger…shouldn’t I do at least this much?

Mother…you will not go at all.

That is what I am saying…

will you do it on my behalf?

Mother…how strange… should I circumambulate like a woman?

You had said you would do anything for me…let it be.

Whose daughter-in-law, are you?

You look very young…where are your ornaments of being married? Where is your Kumkum?

Ladies…you came here to ask for a long life for your husband….

don’t be critical at least here.

Shyam…hasn’t Yashoda’s fever receded yet?

No.

Dear…why are you taking stress?

Where are both of your sisters in law?

Weren’t they going for Kirtan?

Wow…I am spiritual…please take care of my food.

You are sick and they can think of going…

Let it be Durva-grandma…it is each one’s nature.

Mother, get up.

What is it Shyam?

I say get up.

Ok.

Shyam..

this old lady cannot match your force…be a bit slow.

My Shyam is really virtuous. He works speedily on the mill…

but why is he so short-tempered? What is it?

All the women laughed at me when they saw me circumambulating the banyan tree.

Oh...were you sulking because of that?

Why do you want these rituals and fasts?

Rituals and fasts are just opportunities…rules help us to keep our body under control…

the habit of toiling and enduring never goes waste Shyam…

you will realize when you grow up.

But they were all women…I was the only boy amongst them… I felt so ashamed!

You felt ashamed while doing mother’s good work?

Shyam, you once stole the coconut-jaggery prasad kept in front of God…

you felt I did not understand…

Your father got so hungry…but I shielded you…he is a child…ignore…

you didn’t feel ashamed then?

One feels courageous while doing ill-deeds and feels ashamed while doing good things?

What logic is this?

God cleaned up people’s left-overs. Did he feel ashamed?

How did you get such an obedient son, who is like a daughter?

It is so shameful that our caste-system never gave brooms in our hands.

Don’t know how many generations will have to pass to make up for the injustice that our brethren have gone through.

That will have to be a spiritual journey.

Valunj? Are we evading work? Have you been given this responsibility?

No sir.

Guruji...jailor Sir has called you…you are to be transferred to Nasik jail by order.

How can torturous rulers allow people of similar thoughts to stay together?

Your company kept reminding of my mother and my family.

True. Keep on reflecting and contemplating…this jail is a temple…reading…studying new languages…keep writing.

Completed?

Guruji…you have brought such a great treasure for us in Marathi.

Jawaharji had said…

if he didn’t have to step into the actual struggle, he would have translated literature all over the world for our readers.

This is my salute to Nehru.

And this is a brand-new notebook.

Wow!

Unless misconceptions about me will reduce, I don’t get paper to write.

You procured a notebook for me, Anand…. I am heartily grateful.

Guruji!

What do you plan to write now? A new translation or…

Ok…I’ll leave.

If I sit here for long, jailor might snatch this happiness too.

I’ll take your leave.

Gajra, hasn’t Mathuri come?

I waited for her since morning and then swept the shed myself.

She is still sleeping.

Her fever is not receding.

Oh my God.

I’ll come back.

Shivram, come here…

Gajra..

Come here. Yes.

Do this.

Mother, look… I brought so many flowers today.

Keep it near God.

Ok.

Take this.

Feed your mother…then come for work.

And I will give you a concoction of ginger and lemon-grass in the evening…make her drink that.

Shyam’s mother?

What is it?

Aunty, scold Shyam ...he did not keep a single flower for us…

he went before everyone and plucked all the flowers.

All of us go every evening…this thief went before us.

Wait.

Shyam..

What is this? Didn’t you purposely go before all of us to pluck the flowers?

You had told us that we all will go together.

Shyam…is this true?

I am sorry little ones…Shyam made a mistake…please don’t keep a grudge…

he won’t do it again…will you Shyam?

Come on…go and play. What do you plan to play today?

We’ll play ‘Laxumbai taak de…. dera futla madke de’. Shyam, come.

He will come…you proceed.

Shyam…please get my bag on the peg.

Brother. Hmm.

Brother, I too feel bad that we have to cut short on expenses.

And it is wrong if it is just to follow the way of the world.

Brother, it’s your daughter’s wedding…you are the one to decide….

but how can one pretend to have money?

Why do we have to be so thrifty?

They are a renowned family from Ratnagiri…shouldn’t we keep our honour in front of them?

Vasudha…drop whatever you want now…

once you are with your in-laws, your mother-in-law will hit you with the same tongs.

Why are you scaring her?

Not scaring her…. teaching her practicality.

Shyam..

What is it mother?

You pulled out all the flowers by dodging your friends…

and what you have brought…buds?

If I had waited for them to bloom…

Others would have taken it, isn’t it?

My dear, plucking a bud is like separating a breast-feeding baby from its mother…

those buds get all the sap from the tree…

if you pluck them before blooming, will they bloom in the plate?

What rowdiness is this...

all the flowers yours…to the extent that you want buds too.

Sudha.. Sshh..

Aunty, Sudhakar is crying for a long time.

Shall I cradle him for a while?

What can you do…he is crying due to hunger.

Sister-in-law, if you are not lactating, what is the point in nursing him?

Vasudha, hold Sadanand for a while…

Mother…shall I look after Sada?

give him here…I will nurse him.

Shyam is also as loving as you dear sister-in-law.

Wow!

You are Nene’s Shekhar, aren’t you? You recited in a serene voice, good!

Students today studying in English medium are ashamed of reciting shlokas. Isn’t it so Rambhau?

What shame? This is just iniquity, what else!

And you. Sane’s Shyam isn’t it?

Come on…recite a nice shlok.

Your father was so good. Praiseworthy recitation!

Not just us but even elders would be astounded to see your father’s memorization…

Let’s see if you match your father.

Recite!

What is it? Recite. Are you trying to recollect?

Why are you fiddling with the Dakshina with your dirty hand?

And what custom is this to refuse the host’s request?

Should I call it being shy or being defiant?

Recite!

Forget it…yes…you…What is your name?

Jagannath.

You recite or you have lost your tongue too?

Very nice.

This is how it should be done.

Eat.

Wow…the host must have praised you.

Oh yes…

What is it?

Nothing…

Divakar, go…start studying.

Shall I go and play for some time?

Ok go but come back before twilight.

Ok.

What is it, mother…

Did you recite this shlok?

Mother, please don’t get angry…. I did not recite any shlok.

Why?

I get very scared in front of so many people. I feel suffocated…I can’t utter a word.

And how can you speak so much while lying to your mother?

But, but…I agree that I made a mistake…And I also lied…Mother…

Mother!

What will the Rajwades think of me? My son hesitates to recite a shlok?

Balasaheb will say that your son is either cowardly or defiant.

Or have you become so grown-up and wise that you find such mundane formalities sillies?

What am I asking, my great son?

Why are you crying like a girl?

He felt shy while reciting shlok…then he at least showed courage to own up before me.

What is the point in accepting a mistake when it is already exposed?

But..

He has realized his mistake and is repenting. Isn’t it enough?

Please release him from the punishment. Don’t insult him more.

Bhau, we had never been in such loss in all these years.

Just because you are not particular…

Vishwambhar…

If you don’t trust me…what is the point in our relation?

Brother…the question is not of trust…do the accounts lie?

So, the whole blame in on me.

If we support each other we can overcome this situation.

But why should we bear the punishment for your mistakes?

But this hasn’t been proved as yet

Oh..

Do you want to deny accepting the responsibility of this loss?

If you two unite..

and snatch all the rights, we will have nothing.

What justice is this?

So…the Pandavas are about to go on an exile…

The Kauravas have refused to give them even an inch of land…

Folks…Isn’t this injustice…

Our Konkan is well aware of this strife amongst brothers…

This is going on right from the days of Mahabharat…

Isn’t it painful to leave one’s own rightful house and kingdom?

Of course, it is….

but God always tests good people…

God himself….

even God Krishna could not consolidate justice for Pandavas…

Exile was the destiny of Pandavas…What can God do?

Come on..say…Ramkrishna Hari…Jayjay Ramkrishna Hari…

Bhaurao, we married our daughter to you because we knew your family had good standing in the village.

But how can we say that once married we don’t have any ties with our daughter?

It is any father’s duty to stand in support of his children…

but I have now transferred all power to the next generation.

When Yashoda’s elder brother returns from Rajapur, we will talk in detail.

Ok.

We too do not want to be a burden on you.

Yashoda…is this house strange to you?

I am just worrying because your brother and sister-in-law will soon be here and so will our grandchildren…

your sister-in-law may not like interference in her house…

today’s daughters-in-law…no chance to speak in a loud voice…

you will adjust…you are very tolerant…

But Vatsala…she has all the pride of Mehendale family…

I have given up in front of her long back.

What is it that you want to say?

What am I saying all this time?

Look, women do not understand work-affairs…

what is the point in becoming too emotional?

This is my maiden-house. These are my parents…even then I feel insulted by their tone.

How come you are so indifferent?

Paupers have to be shameless.

How can one have an ego when one is dependent on someone?

Even his wife can insult such a man.

Why will I want my husband to be egoistic?

But I can’t tolerate my husband quitting his self-respect.

What are you saying?

This is rightfully your wealth…what should I do with it?

Whatever land we own by our share, build a shelter for our kids there.

We will not stay here.

Is building a house child’s play?

Hmm...medicine seems to have shown effect.

Shyam, did you see?

When you were told that you have to eat in the plate made by yourself, you have made such a nice plate.

If you are careless, you yourself might swallow a twig.

It’s time.

You got up hurriedly.

You have to travel a long distance. God knows when you will get food….

I have had enough.

Dixit’s bullock-cart must be waiting for me…I have to go.

Come on children, we all will eat together now.

Oh my God… What happened?

I didn’t see it earlier… I would have at least mended it.

So many things are torn…how much can you mend?

What’s it?

Have you never eaten Alu-vegetable?

What?

Yashoda…

Yes?

You have forgotten salt.

Why didn’t you tell me? You ate it without salt…

Wife cooks with such effort and husbands just pass remarks.

I don’t like it. Anyway. I am off.

You too are like your father…You too will eat it without salt.

Mother, it doesn’t taste so bad without salt…. your tongue should be trained though.

Bapu…. Shyam…

Tell him…cash today…credit tomorrow…first repay the credit given before and then enter inside.

Father…Shyam has brought money….

What is it Shyam?

I want to but a pair of dhoti.

Come…come inside.

Sir..

it is silver…look at the item and decide the mortgage amount…you are giving very little…

Take if you want…or else go away…how can you bargain?

Shyam…you want dhoti? Did you steal money?

Shyam...touch it only if you want to buy…don’t spoil the item.

Shut up Genda…yes…Shyam.

Give my message to Bhaurao that settle my loan first and then shop.

Shyam?

Shyam!

Tell mother that my dry dhoti is not in it’s place.

I’d put it by the hook. Who kept it near the gods?

Who brought this?

I got it through Shyam…

But why this wastage?

Where did so much money come from?

My brother had gifted it on Diwali. I had kept it carefully.

Then you should have bought a saree for you …your saree is so worn out.

I don’t have to go anywhere…why do I need a new saree.

Shyam. Purushya. Come..

Shyam?

Why aren’t you saying Ram Raksha?

I don’t know it yet.

Then memorize it…what occasion are you waiting for?

We don’t have a book. That’s why…but he will memorize it.

Mother…Brother and Gokhale’s Bhaskar are fighting fiercely.

What trouble! Come..

Shyam!

leave him…I say leave.

What happened?

Mother…this Bhaskar…

Shyam…you keep quiet…Bhaskar…you tell me.

I asked him whether he has memorized Ram Raksha…I memorized it long back…

when I said this, he started hitting me.

Can you memorize by crying? Or by fighting?

I don’t have a book…how will I memorize?

Where there is a will, there is a way…

you can borrow a book and copy in beautiful handwriting…

you will memorize half of it while writing.

Whom should I borrow it from now?

No way! No..

Go..Borrow it from Bhaskar.

Bhaskar!

What is it Shyam?

Have you planned to study together today?

Do so…Bhaskar will study because of you.

Aunty, I have not come for studying.

I want Bhaskar’s Ram Raksha book.

I will return it in two days.

Of course, Shyam…no big deal…Bhaskar…Shyam is here.

Give him your Ram Raksha book.

Why should I lend it?

first you bully me and now you pretend to be so innocent…you won’t get anything.

What rubbish is this? Aren’t you friends…

Then how do you have this ego-hassle?

Your friend has come to borrow something…how dare you be impolite to him…what kind of behaviour is this…

will you give it or shall I give it to him forever.

Return it on time…I need it every day.

Mother…Kanyagat fair is soon going to start at Wai…

Oh yes…it is a treat for devotees.

I think Tatya and family are hiring a bullock-cart to go.

Mother, shall I go with them?

No Shyam.

Why mother?

They are my cousin family.

Tatya is my cousin grand-father.

If you go with them, we will have to bear a cost of 5-7 rupees…

if we don’t pay…why the obligation? That too with elders in the family?

Not going is better.

Pundalik stayed with his parents…that was his Pandharpur…

Don’t tell me…Didn’t Dhruv leave his parents and go?

That requires firm determination and courage of Dhruv…what is the use of just speaking?

Hmm...Who was the most oppressive Mughal emperor? Who can tell?

Yes…tell me…Sane?

Sir, actually isn’t company government more oppressive than the Mughals?

Idiot…what am I asking…what are you answering…don’t give me extra knowledge. Sit down.

But Sir…this is what Lokmanya Tilak is trying to tell us.

We learn history of Shivaji Maharaj and when in front of the British…

Shyam..

Sit down.

Lokmanya Tilak is following on the footsteps of Shivaji Maharaj today… Swaraj is the dream of both…

Brat! Back answering me?

Leave the class.

Sit in that corner.

Come on..Shyam…Purushottam…come eat Pangi.

You have morning school today, right?

Shyam already ran with his bag on his sholulder.

I made the Pangs quickly for you.

I don’t want…I am gone.

Now if you come from school hungry, I will show you…so obstinate.

Today’s lesson should be memorized by tomorrow. Hmm?

And you. Remind your father about the form he needs to fill. Hmm?

Learn the math tables. You need to know them all by tomorrow.

Sir.. Good I met you..

You leave.

Shyam hasn’t returned home…. morning school…

where has he gone at lunch-time?

But I did not see him in the school today.

How is this possible…look, this is Shyam’s bag.

But I tell you the truth…Shyam did not come to school today.

Now where do I look for this boy?

Bhaurao..

Had Shyam mentioned anything that happened at school?

What do you mean?

Nothing…did he go away anywhere in anger?

But whom was he angry with?

I mean..Perhaps me..

You?

Guruji, please tell me clearly what has happened…

I beat him slightly too much day before yesterday.

But why?

What did Shyam do?

When I asked him about oppression by the Mughals, he started telling me about Bal Gangadhar Tilak.

And you punished my child for being proud of his country?

Anyway…what is the use of talking now?

I will tell him I was wrong.

But he has to be found for that.

Who is it?

You rascal…Shyam…Why are you sitting on the path of circumambulation like a monster?

Move along.

Found him?

Did not find him at the farms.

He is not near the farm too? Where has he gone then?

Mother…please don’t hit me.. I made a mistake.

This fool was hiding in Jakhai temple.

I asked him what wrong he did…but he didn’t tell me anything.

Let it be Vishwambhar….

my calf has returned.

I don’t want any discussion and any quarrel now…

you saw him…it was Jakhai’s favour.

Ok then...

take care of your son…

One can easily take up bad company in this age…slap him and ask what the matter is..

Ok.

Brother-in-law…stay over for a while.

Have tea…

at least water…

No. Let it be.

I am not a stranger. I will come later.

Shyam. Come here.

Your teacher told me what happened…

It seems you told Lokmanya’s advise in the class and were beaten…

So proud!

I felt so proud of you…

my thoughtful boy.

But does one leave one’s house due to anger for the teacher?

We were so scared.

May all ill go away and may my child be blessed.

I will heat up water and also massage your feet.

God knows where you kept wandering.

Mother...

Now you think of me?

I returned because I thought of you…

I had not gone because I was angry with teacher.

Then?

Didn’t I want to go to Wai...

Oh my God…

I was wondering…how come so much enthusiasm today to go to school?

I walked a long distance..

but I could not endure so much of travel…your Shyam failed and returned.

Are you mad?

Those children who strive for a good cause are always God’s favourites.

Though they are successful or not.

Will and efforts are important…result in not important…at times, one succeeds, at times one fails.

Come..

Ban on foreign goods… Is a must!

Imported sugar… Stop selling it!

Or else… Ostracize the shop!

Ban on foreign goods… Is a must!

Welcome police Sir…

Please put an end to this drama…

we will sell foreign sugar or foreign gold…how are these people concerned?

Come on. Move away. Don’t block the road of the shop.

Rane…arrest everyone…Sir will decide at the police-station what is to be done with them.

We too can hit the worthless but this is not the time for that…

You are not our enemies. You do your work...we will do ours.

Ban on foreign goods… Is a must!

Hail... Bal Gangadhar Tilak...

Hail... Shivaji Maharaj...

Hail... Bal Gangadhar Tilak...

Ban on foreign goods… Is a must!

Hail... Bal Gangadhar Tilak...

Hail... Shivaji Maharaj...

Hail... Bal Gangadhar Tilak...

Ban on foreign goods… Is a must!

Hail... Bal Gangadhar Tilak...

Hail... Shivaji Maharaj...

Hail... Bal Gangadhar Tilak...

Mother..

Mother..

Brother!

Hey..

Come..

You came brother..When did you come?

Just now. Come here..

Our Sada is a big boy now.

Hey..

How are you Purushya?

I hope you don’t trouble mother.

No brother.

Let’s go inside.

My Sadu...

Did you recognize me?

Why do you take the efforts to get up?

I heard the news of Bhau’s arrest in Pune…

Uncle and aunty were worried. I too could not stop myself… so I came over.

Good that you came…

but you must have spent so much on travel…

You have just recovered from small-pox.

Mother, stop worrying about me…

Seeing you has made me forget all my weariness.

Mother…why aren’t you eating?

I don’t feel like…

I had made some onion-syrup in the afternoon…

there is a lot of heat in one’s body after recovering from small-pox.

We should consider this as our Gulkand

I too want it.

Me too.

I have made it just enough for brother now…

that too for his health…

mother, make some more later.

If I eat a bit, will it be over?

Even your younger brother understands but you don’t.

Yes… I am obstinate…and have I asked for a lot?

Shyam..

Let it be…mother’s favourite is here…now we have no value.

Is he your enemy? He is your brother. Are you following the footsteps of your uncle?

Don’t blame them for Shyam’s mistake…

Mother, if he says he wants it…

No need of the favour. Now I will not eat it even if you serve it to me.

Grandma, please tell me a story…

Oh my God…from where should I cook up a new story every day?

Or a song..

Enough…your demands keep on increasing.

Mother…we have to enroll Shyam in high-school now.

What if he stays at Dapoli with aunt?

Sister-in-law is fond of him…

but won’t it be like asking a favour from her?

God knows when your father will be released…more calamity in an already difficult situation.

Mother, don’t I stay with aunt Sakhu at Pune?

If we are a burden on relatives for education, what’s the harm?

I will ask aunt.

Shyam, will you go to Dapoli?

Yes…if you all have decoded to banish me from here, I will go…

What is all this drama?

Have you finished massaging your feet?

Heat in my feet is not ready to leave…

Shyam..

will you please press my feet by stamping on them?

Why should I?

Wait, I will press your feet.

Mother..

you yourself had fever till noon…let it be…

Durva-grandma…. if Purushottam is insisting so much, please sing that song...

of Draupadi…

when Krishna’s finger got cut, she tore her brocade garment without a single thought and tied the wound…

As against this…. Subhadra kept on protecting her rich clothes, refusing to help.

Why did you stop Guruji…I felt as if I had my loved ones around…

You write about your mother in your book?

In my book, there is a hermitage…

residents there, gather to listen to these small-cleft incidents of Shyam… this is what I am writing.

Enough Guruji…you are tired. And is this prison your hermitage?

Of course..

my father was in prison…his God, Lokmanya Tilak was in imprisonment at Mandalay…

Gandhi, Vinoba…all of these are my kin…. the place where they stay is my hermitage.

Guruji, please don’t compare a thief like me with those great people.

I am a sinner.

Parshadada, it is not easy to make the balance-sheet of virtues and sins…

one who robs is a robber…so to say…

but what are the circumstances that makes him do so…

Who will judge that?

Shyam started staying with his aunt for education.

He started going to high-school at Dapoli…

Just 100 years have passed …after the fall of Peshwai…

if we remember the Peshwas, even today all Brahmins will feel proud…

how wealthy was Shaniwarwada…. how great was Bajirao I…

What doubt do you have in between? Stand up…

Guruji, Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj was such a visionary that he had understood the importance of a strong naval base.

Yes…so…we are talking about Peshwas…isn’t it?

Angre gave his life to defend the naval base nurtured by Maharaj.

Nobody dared to anchor their ships in the Arabian sea.

but Nanasaheb Peshwe himself joined hands with the British and destroyed our own navy…

our taluka smoothly landed in the hands of company government.

Shouldn’t this be considered to be a major mistake of the Peshwas?

You are Sane, aren’t you?

Hmm...Come on…get out of the class.

how can you think of insulting the peshwas in spite of being born in a Brahmin family…

next 42 generations of yours will go to hell…

remember…. company government is our saviour now…

the Peshwas recognized their moves…you can say this if you want to…

Come on. Get out immediately...Go.

go and fill bankruptcy form…you can’t pay the school fees…

they want to become paupers….and he is teaching me history…Leave immediately!

Shyam..

What happened?

Now that you have come, stay for a day and then go…

but don’t bunk school.

Balwantrao...

you will say that Bhaurao is just complaining about his own problems.

How will I say that… we can share only with friends, isn’t it? Not with enemies!

Have faith..

After I have returned from prison, both the brothers have curtailed all relations…

I am not unhappy even about that…

I am not ashamed of having being imprisoned for following on Tilak’s footsteps.

But our family, which was already poor in those times...

is almost about to drown now.

We will find some solution…

Gajanan, Shyam will soon start earning…they will support the house.

My daughter has come to visit us.

She has no happiness in that house…

Purushottam...

Rangu is crying, help her... Yes.

My daughter, Akka. Always ill.

Look after her properly.

I’ll come. Ok.

Calm down. You’ll feel better.

Shyam has come from Dapoli for four days but has become a guest now.

His favourite niece is crying but he won’t take her out for a stroll.

How is it possible Balwantrao..

No…nobody came and went…

And our condition is like this.

We have no servants…who will come?

What happened?

Nothing sister… you go and sleep…we men are always careless…

No... I heard you talk for a long time…so I came to ask.

Balwantrao had eight rupees in his pocket…

when he removed the coins to lend them to me…

there are only three.

Oh my God…

this is calamity.

Yes.

who would do something like this…

I am thinking of all bad things…

will you just ask Shyam once?

What?

That is not possible.

I won’t be able to ask..

Bhaurao..

don’t jump to conclusions…try to remember who had come and gone.

Still...

My Shyam will not do such a thing.

Let it be Bhaurao…God will worry and take care of it.

How can be load the Almighty with the weight of human sins?

What is it Shyam? Why did you get up? Go and sleep. Don’t interfere amongst elders.

Mother…forgive me…

your Shyam stole the money.

Bhaurao! Wait...

he is not a seasoned thief… he is himself owning up.

What a favour…

Shyam…are you speaking the truth…did you take the money?

Why my child? You are not like that…

why did you do this evil deed?

How will he answer?

I am getting introduced to new English books at school in Dapoli…

this language is a treasure of knowledge in the world…

but I cannot afford to buy books…

I spend everything that Bhau gives on books without wasting it on food or anything else…

but that amount is so little…

so my hand did the deed.

I made a mistake..

beat me…hit me…

Don’t insult your uncle like that, my child.

Parshyadada..

poverty is too bad…

it makes you steal at times…

or do something worse…

it makes you even forget your self-respect.

Come..

Come, please take a seat Vamanrao…

Bhaurao…no time to sit…give me money and I will be free to go to Visapur.

I will surely keep my word today…

take some rest…you must be tired…have a bath…have food…then we will settle accounts…how is that?

Bhaurao..you are always sweet with your words.

Ok.

Come inside..

Where?

Here...

Listen..

Listen, Vamanrao has come.

Vamanrao.

moneylender’s man…recovery clerk…

Is he here again?

Speak in low volume..

I have somehow convinced him to come here…

don’t spoil the matter with your words…

Sleep.

Shyam..

Shyam!

pluck fresh curry leaves..

Durva-Grandma make curry rice today..

Purushottam…get some cold water from the well…

For Vamanrao..

Shyam, light a stove in the backyard and heat the water… Vamanrao will have a bath.

I will worship Gods till then…

Why do we need to do this? Unnecessary..

Purushottam…recite a shlok in loud and clear voice…

Vamanrao uncle will praise you…

Go on.

Vamanrao…our Purusha has such clear Sanskrit pronunciation.

Bhaurao..

I understand only one language. That of money.

Serve more..

Vamanrao..

I had 10 measures of rice and some Ragi..I sold them and somehow managed to collect twenty-five rupees…

Twenty-five rupees.

Bhaurao…all these are just lame excuses…Don’t try to fool me.

you have money to enroll your children in English schools and send them to Pune and Dapoli…

and how come you don’t have money to repay our loan?

It’s reached the threshold..

Do insects in dung always remain there?

Our condition will improve…my sons will start earning…everything will change…

Then, you should have lived in simplicity till then…you could have repaid.

But you want a new house too.

What house Vamanrao… I sold my wife’s ornaments to build this house.

You sold wife’s ornaments for the house.

Now sell her to repay the loan.

How doesn’t your tongue fall off before speaking this rubbish?

This is the house of decent people…we haven’t sold our self-respect for a few coins.

Is it so?

If you have so much self-respect you should hand over money…then why will anyone say anything?

You and your master are being arrogant only due to the loan, isn’t it?

Seal this house if you want to…declare it all over the town…

but get out of this house right away.

You said it yourself…

the work is easy now…

see how I repay this insult now.

You make your wife insult me?

Now bear the consequences.

Vamanrao!

What enmity is this?

I had somehow managed to pamper that demon till here…

How should I console him now?

Vamanrao! Listen..

Vamanrao! Wait..

women do not understand affairs…please listen to me…

Shyam…

I feel like jumping in this water and kill myself.

My manliness stops me.

or else I would have quit everything and gone away…

What manliness am I speaking of?

Honour for my wife…

provisions and shelter for my children…

Assurity of no struggle for them..

Is it too much to ask?

but I cannot do even that.

Shyam..

Forget English school at Dapoli now…

you are grown up now. Start earning.

I have heard that those who are a little educated, get jobs in railway…

Take up such a job.

and help in improving the condition of our house.

Your father feels that you should take up a job with the Railways.

But, what do you have in mind, Shyam?

Let it be..

I may have several plans…what is the use?

Don’t say that dear…

you have to take decisions for your life.

I want to study further mother…

I know...

I am not so cruel to employ your mind and intellect to the cart of this house and make them useless.

You go away…

get outside this misery.

Become a great man…so great that the world will remember you.

Mother..

I will go to Aundh…

poor students get free education in Aundh residency.

Go..

take younger Sadanand too along with you.

Let him stay with aunt Sakhu at Pune.

Wasn’t your brother staying there all these days?

Now he is earning in Mumbai…Sada too will become independent like him…

Purushottam is weak…let him stay with me…

Mother..

how will we all endure this?

You too and us too…

God will take care…

Shyam..

you are sensitive enough to understand what a mother goes through while sending her children away…

but if I don’t make my heart strong today..

from where will your wings have power tomorrow?

You go.

Go.

Be quick. Tilak will be here any moment..

Tilak is here.

Greetings.

Balwantrao looks tired but he still has his self-respect….

Even six years of imprisonment at Mandalay could not break him.

Settle down.

Tilak has brought the freedom struggle till here.

But who take it ahead from here?

Appointed people or…

I can see a new thought rising…

Mohandas Gandhi…

That African barrister?

It seems even renowned Gokhale is full of praise for him…

white soldiers have already beaten him up in Africa…what else will he do here?

Prabhakar..

even I bow down before the sacrifice of armed revolutionaries…

but only this man can unite people like my mother who are strong from within and have great power of endurance…

with a single call…

he has done it in Africa.

I request Sri. Lokmanya Tilak to come on stage to enlighten us.

My kid..

Let me off..

Let me off..

Light of my life..

My kid..

Why isn’t anyone consoling that poor mother?

Brother..

when the plague lump occurs, man drifts away from man…

look…her child has got infected…

she is being kept away so that she doesn’t catch the infection…

her child is dead…

police are not allowing her to go near the dead body.

Why didn’t this plague take me too?

Letter..

What happened?

Anything wrong at Palgad?

What happened? Sada...

It is aunt Sakhu’s letter…

my dear brother is no more…

My mother must be disturbed…I have to go…

she lost little Yashwant when I was young…

I still remember how she lamented then.

And now..

our favourite Babulya.

Sada..

Why…Why did we send him to Pune for study?

If he would have been at Palgad, wouldn’t he have been saved?

Why didn’t God yam take me away?

Sada..

Shyam?

How have you come in between?

I heard about Babulya.

I felt worried about mother…

Am I not here?

So much expense on travel…and does one run away on working days?

Bhau, plague has created havoc.

The school has been closed down.

Hostels have been vacated…that is why I came…

Lame excuses…

does anyone quit one’s town due to plague?

Evading work…what else…

Where are you going?

Back..

Aundh.

But you said plague has created a havoc there…

if it has to make me its prey, I will have to be there…

the demon must get its prey…

Don’t think much over what your father said…

school is closed…

no place to stay…nothing to eat…

Don’t go my child.

He is helpless as if his wheel is stuck in mud…

or else…will he want you to go?

Listen everyone…

Listen everyone…

it is being announced that tomorrow on Ashwin vadya Chaturthi, Bhaurao Sane’s house will be confiscated.

this borrower hasn’t repaid his loan and so moneylender Mangalsheth is taking this action…

everyone in Palgad…please take a note of this.

if anyone interferes in this action… it will be considered a crime.

Good that you came Gajanan. Yashoda sister was thinking of you..

Come.

Have you come?

See Radhabai…my Gajanan has come…

everything will be fine now…

come here my child…

sit here near me…

Sit closer.

Gajanan?

My Sada..

where has my Babulya gone…

Durva-grandma…

is Babulya playing outside?

keep an eye on him…

And Shyam?

my Shyam..

Why didn’t you get him along?

Is he still cross with his mother?

Listen..

Gajanan has just come from Mumbai…

let him take some rest…

then we will talk.

Write a card and post it.

To whom mother?

To aunt Sakhu…

I am in such state…

who will take care of the house…

ask her to come immediately…as soon as she gets the card.

Yes..

I will write to her.

And how did you come?

Your new job?

How did you get leave? You can’t evade work…

Go..

go back immediately…

I am alright.

Don’t worry till I am alive…

Go.

Go.

Yashodabai…get a hold on yourself… now your sister is here.

Water.

Shyam…where are you sitting there up…

Are you still angry with your mother?

Dear, come down…

Shyam?

someone tell my Shyam…

Come down..

Shyam?

Shall I come there?

You want me to?

Shyam..

Shyam..

Shyam..

Shyam

Shyam?

Stop. Aunt?

Shyam!

Good I met you here…

you are going back…that means mother is fine.

Right?

No.

Your mother passed away.

She has left all of us.

Shyam?

No. Don’t cry.

No. Don’t cry.

Guruji, so finally…did you get to meet your mother?