Shree 420 Page #2

and you rob decent people

Aren't you ashamed?

Where do you think

you're going?

Can't you see this is reserved?

Go away!

Would you mind

if I slept here tonight?

Pay a shirt.

- No shirt

I've a Russian cap instead.

- Don't you get it?

A deposit!

I mean money, cash

I paid 3 rupees.

Pay half and stay

Rs. 1.50?

That much just to sleep here?

- Yes, 1.50

What do you think? Even a dog

has to pay to sleep here

This footpath is specially

very soft

Next door to Seth Dharmanand

When he sits to dinner

and the air blows here...

Ah, the aroma!

I don't have money even

to buy poison.

Let me sleep here tonight.

- You are not home.

Why involve my family?

Well, what will you do

if I sleep here?

What are you doing?

Picking on him as he's alone

May I ask if this pavement

is yours?

No one owns this footpath,

this is a side-walk

It belongs to the State

Hello, lady banana seller

- How come you're here?

What's going on?

- Nothing, really...

I was walking and felt

tired so I sat down

These brothers were

looking after me.

Were they beating you?

What were they up to?

Bravo! Hitting the poor boy.

Did they hurt you?

Where do you live?

Where do you sleep?

Nowhere. Where do people

who live nowhere, live?

Right here. Stay with us

on the government's pavement.

Listen everyone,

regard him as our son

Take good care of him.

Treat him well. Help him.

You'll stay here.

- This footpath is our domain

Sit comfortably

Bring tea and snacks.

Don't forget the chillies

Forgive me if I hurt you.

- It happens, you know

Don't worry. Ganga Ma's

children are like brothers

I'm like your brother,

what's your name?

I told you all once,

our day would come

Our Raj is here

What do you do for a living?

I'm looking for work.

What a job that is!

You seem to be new here,

that's why you look for work

Or else you'd have fun

like us

What do you do?

Jobless!

Our stories can be told

in a single word: jobless.

Tell us your story.

Where are you from?

If we're to be as one,

tell your story.

Tell us something exciting,

I feel sad today

O gently people,

hear this story

A simple story with no frills,

aimed to give many thrills

I was once a boy

of a poor family...

...who inherited

his mother's destiny

Grief and suffering

were my childhood friends

Pain and breath did blend

Alas! With a face such as mine

A thief and I

look one of a kind'

On the street, one day,

for no rhyme or reason

An officer took me away

An officer

Peered over his spectacles

He looked me over

barring no obstacles

Said he:
Can you see no more

He's the warden's brother-in-law

I'm still bound by misery

I'm happy but not in ecstasy

My destination lies before me.

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