Dharam Karam Page #3

Wipe your tears and smile

Kale-Khan.. -Yes?

I don't want to see his face.

Don't bring him in jail again

Make a he-man out of him

And teach him all the

tricks of our trade

The song's good, eh?

Now eat your food. Come on..

From today you'll have nothing

to do with music. Take this

What are you looking at?

Pick up the knife and carry on

No. I'll not do such dirty work.

-Then? Will you listen to music?

But I.. -No buts and if's

Pick up that knife -No!

No, eh?

Please don't hit me..

-Take the knife

Else I'll skin you alive!

No,

we were teaching him self-defense

You can't save yourselves.

What will you teach others?

Look son, the meek are always

trampled upon by people

From tomorrow you won't be meek.

I'll teach you self-defense

And nobody will dare

to hit you again!

I've told you so many times

not to listen to music!

I've also told you so many times

not to touch my gramophone

Don't yell!

Till now, you've just seen me.

Now see what I can do also

I dare any one of you to step

forward and shut this gramophone

Hey.. not here. Over there!

Not here.

Over there.. the gramophone

Enough! You're even a bigger don

than your father, Shankar

Talk about my dad respectfully.

Else I'll change your facial

design -No, don't.

You're the greatest.

From today you're the slum-king!

Hurray! Long live Don Dharam!

Bloody thief!

Let's see how you escape

Catch him! Thief!

Hey scatterbrain?

Why do you hit an old man?

I gave him some cloth

for stitching..

..and now he says it's less!

Look son, make her understand.

She has grown up.

Needs more cloth

You silly goat, come here.

I'll explain why you need more

Get lost! Explain indeed.

Come here you..

What's the matter, Dharam?

-What shall I tell you?

These woman are all the same!

Make mountains out of mole hills!

Exaggerate like mad.

Stretch things like rubber band..

You didn't understand

a simple question

I'll explain it to you by

giving you an example

It was a question of a berry

Growing up into a fat plum!

Ask my heart, what you possess

Not just my heart but

everybody and anybody

The way you stretch and

lift up your arms

Let alone Man,

but even Gods go crazy

Don't be scared.

Try to understand, Madam

This is a gift of God.

A blessing from the Maker

Let no evil eye be cast upon it

These are fruits of holy offering,

flowers from a temple

The branch..

Your branch-like body is

heavily with blossom

You mad girl,

you've become a young woman now

Took your time to understand

Grown into a fat plum

It was all a matter

of a small berry

Growing into a fat plum!

What's the matter, girl?

-Nothing, mom

You don't have fever, do you?

-Nothing like that

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