Dharam Karam Page #2
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- 1975
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Where did you learn
this old song from?
This song? I've learnt it
from my good old phono
When it sings,
I sing along with it
Phono? What do you mean?
Don't you know what's a phono?
A player
Player? You mean a gramophone?
Then that's my voice, son
Are you a phono? -Yes, I'm he
If you really are a phono
then sing like he does
Okay
What will remain behind
will be your words
Mr. Phono!
From today that will be your name
Really?
palaces and mansions
Let your songs be at home in
the by-lanes of the town
Whether King or his subjects
You make up all of mankind
No matter who strums the strings
it must be your voice
Become a theme for life,
then bid adieu to the world
One day you'll be sold
as cheap as dirt
What will remain behind
will be your words
Well done my boy.
Ranjit, see how beautiful he sings
What's your name? -Dharam
Oh? Very nice
Where do you live?
-In the slum colony
Really?
Who's your father?
He's a don. -Don? What does he do?
Don't you know? The same old
knives, daggers, fights..
Give a few, take a few
-But you like, don't you?
Yes, I do.
Very much. -Will you learn?
Of course.
But behind my father's back.
-Fine. Come here daily.
I'll teach you.
Here's some money.
Buy yourself a new shirt
Take it. -l don't take alms
These aren't alms, son
You've earned it. Look,
when I sing, I get paid for it
Likewise, you sang for me,
so I'm paying you for it
Mr Phono,
Mr Phono indeed!
You cur, give me the money.
-It's mine!
You bloody fool,
did your father give it to you?
One chocolate. Not this. A big one
My son goes to a good school.
And when he grows up..
He'll be the top brass!
Colour! Out with the dough
-Just a boy, but plays like a pro!
Here you are.
-Must be cheating -You cur.
Cheating must be your dad's
profession! Give the money
Whom are you cursing? -Let go!
Else, I'll break your legs!
You rogue, why hit a child?
-He's very rude to elders
Must be having a rascal's blood!
You cur, you abuse his bloodline?
-Why lose your shirt?
He's not your son, is he?
-His father's a rich man
You're scared of me? Silly boy.
I love you, son
Take these chocolates
Blood! Murder! Murder!
It's a murder wrap, Bhim Singh.
But by God, it happened for best
May God help you, Shankar.
But I really pity this innocent
What about this mother-less kid?
-What about him?
He has you, Kale Khan, Mama..
And I'm not going to the gallows
I'll be back in just 14 years.
14 years only
Father! Oh, father..
Why are you crying like a girl?
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