Gandhi My Father Page #6

You have Gandhi in your bag?

Passive resister.

A trouble-maker.

If you've got trouble-maker friends outside...

...waiting to take you back to Johannesburg.

Sir, I am not a... - Wait, let me get it correct.

Your name is Harilal Mohandas Gandhi.

Son of barrister MK Gandhi.

Sir, there must be some mistake.

I am not Harilal Gandhi.

I am Pranlal Mehta, you must understand.

Go back home. Your father's waiting for you.

You wish to say something?

I can hear your thoughts

Speak.

I'm summoning the strength to speak

A son does not need strength to talk to his father.

You must just speak. I will listen.

You have taken too long to hear my voice, Bapu

I admit. My fault.

To the world, I am your son.

Yet I've never known a father.

That's not true, Hari

My lot has been hard labour, a hard life, never a kind word, Bapu

And love? I've never known it

I have no education, no family, no future

The world is waiting for you, son. - Not for me, Bapu. For you

At least you are back at home. That's a solace

Not by choice.

You have all the freedom, Hari

You define the freedom...

...Bapu and you set the limits?

My independence is restricted to following your ideals,

my thoughts must conform to your ideas

I wanted to educate myself

I wanted to be a barrister, a junior Gandhi

You cut my wings,

how do you expect me to fly?

Bapu, I'm suffocated with the burden of following your dream.

I want to breathe

We're in midst of a battle here son, of right against might,

of justice against injustice. I depend on you

I have opted out.

I must find my own path, search for my own identity

If you allow me, I will lead you

Please leave me alone

Where do we go from here?

I will return to my wife and children, I miss them

I understand

Then, continue my education,

Try and earn my own living

And what if you fail?

At least I tried, Bapu

Son, is there anything, anything you want me to do...

to keep you back with me?

Can I ask a favour?

If you think your father has wronged you...

do forgive him

Please

Hari-bhai... Hari-bhai...

Yes Jeevan?

Gulab-ben, on our streets we've more buffaloes than human beings

They've no civic sense, they'll relieve themselves anywhere

Even the British people move aside to make way for them

One thing for sure, if all buffaloes in Ahmedabad get together...

they'll drive British away from Ahmedabad

Come in, Jeevan

Where's Hari-bhai? I was waiting for him in the classroom

Rami.

Hari-bhai. Hari-bhai.

I have all your marks. English, French... too good!

But Science, Arithmetic, Geometry...

Jeevan, go home

Enough of studies

I've had enough

Each time I fail, Gulab...

my father wins

His Excellency, General Smutts...

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