Dayavan

Thousands of people | are born every day...

...and thousands die too.

Some of them | create history...

...while some die | without any recognition.

At times, there are people...

...who make themselves immortal | not in history...

...but in the hearts | of people.

There was one such man. | His name was... Dayavan.

Stop.

Why are you hitting him?

Sir, this boy is the son of the | murderer who is absconding.

He knows his father's whereabouts | but he refuses to disclose it.

Aren't you ashamed of beating | such a small kid?

Do not be scared, son. I won't | let your father be harmed.

Tell him to go and inform his | father that he will be spared.

Sir, the real murderer is the | village head, an influential man.

We cannot take any action against | him. And if we don't even...

...nail this boy's father, | how'll we answer our superiors?

We need not | lose sleep over it.

- Father. | - Son.

See how easily we nailed him~ Our | superiors won't question us now.

We'll report that he was | killed in a police encounter.

The son has himself closed the | chapter of his father's life.

Hey, look~ Our breakfast | has been taken care of.

Let's snatch it | from him~

Boss. See what's dangling | on his neck?

It appears to be | made of pure gold

You swine. So many of you're | hitting out at one chap?

Beware. Here I come.

Leave him, you jerk. | Get lost

How dare you | victimise a lone boy?

Show me your | guts, if you can

The creeps are running | for their lives now

Did they rob you | of your food?

I'm Shankar Waghmare. | What's your name?

I don't understand Hindi.

You don't understand Hindi? | So you're a South Indian

I can understand your | Madrasi language a little bit

Tell me your name

Yes, I understand a bit of your | mother tongue. What's your name?

So your name is Shakti.

How strange of you~ They ask for | it, and you give it to them.

You are like a Dayavan, | like a generous man.

Why were you quarelling then?

For this? Is it | made of gold?

It's made of brass. It's more | precious than one made of gold~

How can brass be more expensive | than gold? Are you new in Bombay?

You did not fail | in your exams.

Then did you have a | showdown with your parents?

You don't have a mother, a father, | or a house? That's interesting.

You're a street dweller too, | just like me.

Why have you come | to this metropolis?

You killed a policeman~

In that case, you are | much smarter than I am.

Please come, father.

Yes, daughter.

- Greetings. | - Greetings.

This is Shakti. | He is an orphan...

and a homeless like me.

The police killed his father | in a false encounter.

And he killed the policeman | in retaliation.

Even his food has been | snatched away by ruffians.

Come and sit here, son.

Eat whatever there is.

Won't you offer me | something to eat?

As it is, you always | feel free.

Give him some foodstuff.

Please take it, brother.

Why do you feel shy? | Feel free to eat what you like.

You're gobbling food like mad. | Why don't you feed him too?

- Am I meant to do every thing? | - I'll feed him myself.

Eat, brother. Please eat.

Eat it, son. | Go ahead.

Brothers. | Oome over here.

He's wants to know...

You visit the mosque daily, | read prayers 5 times a day..

.. you are so religious-minded. | And yet indulge in such activity.

Is it advisable? | He wants to know~

If your work leads to some good | for the people around you...

...I don't consider such an | activity as undesirable.

Do you understand?

What delayed you | for so long?

- Where's Shankar? | - How careless he is.

He hasn't turned up, | on this auspicious occasion too.

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