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...and thousands die too.
Some of them | create history...
...while some die | without any recognition.
At times, there are people...
...but in the hearts | of people.
There was one such man. | His name was... Dayavan.
Why are you hitting him?
Sir, this boy is the son of the | murderer who is absconding.
Do not be scared, son. I won't | let your father be harmed.
...nail this boy's father, | how'll we answer our superiors?
We need not | lose sleep over it.
- Father. | - Son.
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
Did they rob you | of your food?
I'm Shankar Waghmare. | What's your name?
I don't understand Hindi.
Tell me 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~
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.
Why have you come | to this metropolis?
You killed a policeman~
In that case, you are | much smarter than I am.
Please come, father.
- Greetings. | - Greetings.
This is Shakti. | He is an orphan...
and a homeless like me.
Even his food has been | snatched away by ruffians.
Come and sit here, son.
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?
Eat, brother. Please eat.
Eat it, son. | Go ahead.
Brothers. | Oome over here.
He's wants to know...
.. you are so religious-minded. | And yet indulge in such activity.
Is it advisable? | He wants to know~
Do you understand?
What delayed you | for so long?
- Where's Shankar? | - How careless he is.
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