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Gods come from the Ganges,
and Goddesses from Yamuna!
But only the waters of the Chenab can make a lover.
This land of lovers,
the land of saints and prophets,
for a land like this,
a huge round of applause, my veereyo.
So, my dear friends,
at Sardar Surjit Singh's house,
to grace this auspicious day,
here come the heartbeat of the youth
and the pride of the elders!
The dazzling stars of Panjab,
and the apples of your eyes.
Peaking the heights of the Panjabi music industry,
the amazing duo!
A little bird just told me
that they are on their way!
They are right over there!
In a few moments,
Bibi Amarjot and bhai Amar Singh Chamkila
will be in front of you!
Panjab's famous car,
dove gray Ambassador, license plate HR1786,
arriving right here!
Keep that energy going!
Keep applauding, guys!
The car doors have opened!
In a few moments,
Bhai Amar Singh Chamkila will be in front of you!
Keep that energy going!
Keep applauding!
Keep applauding--
Babbi!
My love is pure, sister-in-law
The Lord is my witness
After bringing Sahiba to Danabad
Chamkila will breathe a sigh of relief
- You home-wrecker bitch... - Let her go. Why are you hitting her?
- Leave her! - You leave her! She destroyed my home...
She's been here for five years.
You didn't get a boner in five years, but now you do!
BONER
What are you doing here? Come!
Ma, what does "boner" mean?
Move!
What's the matter?
He says she jumped on him
She jumped on him
Left me with a boner
She jumped on him
Left me with a boner
She jumped on him
Left me with a boner
One times two equals two!
- Two times two equals... - Four!
"Look at the Jat's style"
"He got a boner like a bamboo cart"
What nonsense are you writing?
What are you writing?
Will you write this again? Will you?
The ABCs of love
Are beyond many
Some bow down to it
Some sing melodies on a tumbi
Whether one bows down
Or sings on a tumbi
All yearn differently
They take different paths
Towards the same goal
Keep the music going
The play is on
Come, let's watch
Those were tough times
The terror was terrifying
Air thick with dread
They went bang, bang, bang, bang
Bullets all day
Bloodbath every day
Fear in the air
Life, home, family, travel All in danger
It was bloody dangerous
Chamkila
That's when Chamkila shined
Keep the music going
The play is on
Come, let's watch
Lecherous, lewd lyrics
Mushy, trashy tunes
He sang sexy songs
Always talking dirty
The reason he shined
Was the reason he crashed
Chamkila, that horny, dirty dude
Oh, so shameless
Hot even when it's freezing
Chamkila, the rebel
Spews blasphemy
We too sing songs
We are not brazen
We aren't lost in lust
This naughty Casanova
Makes bedroom talk
Relishing nudity, that was Chamkila
Keep the music going
Oh, yes, everyone enjoyed his songs
Whether they admit it or not
Oh, yes, some start blushing
Some get irritated
Whether they admit to it or not
Everyone knows
Hey, Chamkila says
Your boobs are getting creamy
Sister-in-law in arms Brother-in-law high
Explosive lass Reached out for the steering
As I take a bath at noon
He ogles and ogles
Holding his latch
Knocks at my door
Knock-knock, knock-knock
My father has gone missing
Lemme search your mother
Brother-in-law, check out my booty
I got drenched while waiting
Liquor as I chug-chug Yeah, chug-chug
His cassettes and records
The highest selling till date
Till today!
Hey, he's a devil, a social evil
Happy-go-lucky hero
Protector of the poor
Messiah of the oppressed He hated the rich
He hated lies
He hated the liars
Son of the soil Helped the ones in turmoil
Straightforward, true, tranquil
He hated lies
He hated the liars
We'll snoop in to listen
We'll die laughing
The sun will set
The body will burn
Everyone listens To Chamkila's colorful lyrics
But won't admit it
Everyone listens To Chamkila's colorful lyrics
But won't admit it
Keep the music going
The play is on
Come, let's watch
Come on!
Keep the music going
Hey! Where are you going?
- Who'll do the paperwork? - We have to go to the gas station.
Is this Chamkila?
Yes, he is!
Chamkila? Chamkila!
In today's breaking news,
famous singer Amar Singh Chamkila and his wife Amarjot Kaur
have been murdered.
This afternoon,
in Mehsampur village near Jalandhar,
they were shot to death.
Two other members of his group,
Harjeet Gill and Baldev Debu, were also killed on the spot.
The shootout led to a stampede,
and the audience ran for their lives.
No one saw the face of the killers
who escaped the scene.
Chamkila was the most loved musician.
Many factions of the society...
Hey, look.
What?
What are you looking at?
Pecking his flesh off the bones...
You devoured my lover's body
He's dead!
Life is so fickle
There are no friends in the hour of need
Boss!
Hey! Come on, pick him up!
Fucking nuisance.
Just stay here.
The real fundamentalists didn't do this.
Else they'd take pride in his killing.
One of the gangs would have claimed responsibility by now.
Rumors say that some singers are involved in this.
Even petty thieves are claiming to be fundamentalists these days.
Then no one bothers them.
Money can get you anything.
Why is he coming here?
- We have to take the bodies to Ludhiana. - Stay away!
Okay, take them.
- You have to come along. - Are we your servants, fucker?
That area is not under our jurisdiction.
We can't come along.
This is Chamkila's body!
Don't you get it?
How can I take him by myself?
Did we tell him to sing vulgar songs?
He chose to.
You reap what you sow!
Chamkila.
Chamkila used to knit socks in a factory.
And you know what?
If it wasn't for me,
he'd still be knitting socks.
I made Chamkila.
I did that!
Well, you should've made something of yourself too.
Yeah.
This is my plight.
This is where I ended up.
Because I'm not a scoundrel like him.
I didn't betray anyone.
I didn't change with the times.
But he...
What good was he?
What was he?
Hello, sir.
You are amazing with dholak, Tikki bhai.
You make the song come alive.
- No. - What?
I'm saying no to whatever you're going to ask.
He wants to enter the field of music, paaji.
He's been making music since he was little.
He has worked in some plays too.
I need your help, paaji.
Son, I don't even help my father.
That's my problem.
- Oh. - Yes.
Well, that's a small problem.
But mine is a big one.
I knit socks at a factory. Socks.
Although music plays in my mind 24/7,
I have to knit socks.
- I'm sick of my life. - So what should I do?
Introduce me to Jatinder Jinda.
Why should I?
I'll remember it.
Who are you?
I'm no one today.
- But you'll be famous soon? - Yes.
Really?
You are quite a guy.
Should I come tomorrow?
Pop a pill of opium
The pill goes in, the mind flies
Once the eyes are fixed
They do not settle for anything small
Something sinful happened
It's very embarrassing
I'll get better if I keep playing.
Something happened, and it's not a lie
The unthinkable happened yesterday
Hey, I slipped suddenly
My bachelor brother-in-law lifted me up
Hey, I slipped suddenly
These were the female vocals. Now the male vocals.
Who wrote this song?
I did.
- You wrote it? - Yes.
The veil slipped off your face
Your beauty left me dazzled
Your bachelor brother-in-law lucked out
You went to the fields
And things worked out well
Hey, your bachelor brother-in-law
Grabbed you in his arms
Your bachelor brother-in-law
What have you brought, Tikki?
He became a servant in Jinda's office.
A guy with no status!
Your Chamkila used to bring me tea.
I never spoke to my brother-in-law
And you never helped me out
Your bachelor brother-in-law lucked out
You went to the fields
And things worked out well
This is how it goes, sir.
And things worked out well
Hey, your bachelor brother-in-law
Grabbed you in his arms
Your bachelor brother-in-law
How long do we need to wait?
Come on, guys, cool down.
Jatinder Jinda will be here any moment.
So, guys, Bhangra is in trend these days.
These musicians are liars.
So when I was getting married--
Shut the fuck up! We want Jinda.
Where the hell is Jinda?
Call him!
Yes, yes.
Where the fuck is Jinda?
I was made to skip my show in Ropar, to be kept waiting here.
What do we do now?
Why did you come here? Go to the fucking stage. Play your dholak.
- Control the public. - Playing dholak is making them angrier.
They want to hear songs now.
What the hell, man? What the hell!
Let him go on stage. He'll manage till then.
What do you say?
Aren't you going to be somebody tomorrow?
Go on. Get on the stage.
He can sing and play tumbi too.
Don't mind, he's been writing all of Jinda's hit songs.
Send him. He'll handle it till then.
It's getting explosive out there.
Calm them down somehow.
Come on. Come on, get ready.
- Come on. - Come, let's go.
Your lyrics. "Quit your dirty tricks, you old fart."
Then I'll come in.
Firstly, sing with Jinda's servant, that too such dirty lyrics!
Yuck!
Sonia, Jinda has taken money for this show.
Audience will stone us. Forget about dirty lyrics.
- This is not the time for tantrums. - Hey!
Mind your language!
I have a standard to maintain, no matter what.
Come on, bhai, you'll sing alone.
Sing a duet alone?
Both male and female vocals?
What's the option? Tell me!
Do whatever you can.
- Hey, come here. - Yes, sir?
- What is your name? - Amar Singh.
That doesn't sound like a singer. Anything else?
But that's my name.
Any catchy village or family name?
There is one. Sandila.
All right.
So, guys, I bring to you
a singer you've never seen or heard before.
The rising star of Panjab,
Amar Singh
Chamkila!
He announced my name wrong. It's Sandila.
Go on now.
Who's gonna remember your name tomorrow?
Get Jinda on stage.
We want to hear him.
Jinda! Jinda! Jinda!
What style is this? Why are you standing like a duck?
Who the hell is this fellow?
Who is this, paaji?
- We're not here for him. Call Jinda. - Jinda!
Quit your dirty tricks, you old fart
You're done for
Your juice is all dried up now
Well-known in the neighboring villages
I'm strong enough to rip off this door
Well-known in the neighboring villages
I'm strong enough to rip off this door
Your days of youth are long gone
Yet you try to act like a young buck
Your days of youth are long gone
Yet you try to act like a young buck
Your slingshot is broken now
You're done for
Your juice is all dried up now
Chopped many trees in my youth
Turned many girls into women
Like lightning this oldie
Strikes his shots
I'm strong enough to rip off this door
Well-known in the neighboring villages
I'm strong enough to rip off this door
Please come.
Quit your dirty tricks, you old fart
You're done for
Your juice is all dried up now
Chopped many trees in my youth
Turned many girls into women
Chopped many trees in my youth
Turned many girls into women
Like lightning this oldie Strikes his shots
I'm strong enough to rip off this door
There you go.
It's the moment
you've all been waiting for!
Your favorite singer, Jatinder Jinda!
Forget Jinda.
We want Chamkila!
Chamkila! Chamkila! Chamkila!
What are they saying?
Chamkila! Chamkila! Chamkila!
- Hello-- - Don't want Jinda!
Chamkila! Chamkila! Chamkila!
- Shall we go now? - Where?
To Chamkila's bungalow. That's where they'll take his body.
You know, people suspect us too. That we got Chamkila killed.
How can we go there?
Idiot, if we don't go there,
won't people's suspicions turn to belief?
What if the real fundamentalists are behind it
and they come to see who's with Chamkila?
We'll definitely go there.
It's our Chamkila, assholes!
One becomes dear after death, isn't it?
He was one of our own, man.
Our bhai.
But he didn't act like a bhai.
Shouldn't talk ill about him today.
Fine! Then I'll say it tomorrow.
But I'll say it!
- Hello, sir. - Hello.
Jinda showed his true colors.
He left for Canada without telling us.
Never. I'm also going to Canada.
Jinda promised me. Look.
What is this?
Ration card.
I don't have a passport.
But Jinda bhai said that's okay. This is enough to take me to Canada.
He fooled you!
Idiot.
Trashy local shows with Sonia,
and Kavita for the Canadian ones.
Don't I know why!
Because I'm married.
A new duo will be made.
Sonia and Chamkila.
Yes!
Everyone saw what happened in Chandigarh.
People went crazy for this duo.
People wanted Sonia and Chamkila, not Jinda.
I'll bring the shows.
We will release records too.
Yes!
I've already discussed it with HMV.
That's amazing, sir.
You have done wonders.
What a great move!
This will be a hit pair and go to Canada!
And I'll betray Jinda bhai and take his place.
Of course, I'll definitely do that.
You've already planned it all out.
The man who made me what I am today,
who is my mentor--
To hell with your mentor!
Did he ever let you sing after Chandigarh?
He never let you shine.
He is scared of you, you fool.
That you might surpass him.
Your face will be on the record covers.
You will get the credit for your songs!
And listen,
I'll hike your fees.
Sir, I assure you on his behalf.
You take this forward.
What an idiot.
The world is full of fools.
- I'll talk to him. - Go and talk to him.
Amari!
Hey!
Did you chop off your hair?
Bastard! You are fooling me with this turban.
Speak up!
- Yes. - You motherfucker!
I'll fuck you up!
I've committed other sins.
I quit the job at the factory.
You quit your job?
So are you with crooks now?
No, with musicians.
I play music.
I work for a singer, Jatinder Jinda.
Since when have you been fooling me?
That's how I earned this.
I was saving it
to give you
the day you catch me.
You come drunk every day.
You never change, do you?
Every day.
You never change.
Keep it, Father.
It's all yours.
I'll get more.
Don't worry, Father, I'll earn a lot.
Only branded liquor now.
What's the matter, dude, what's going on?
What are you looking for? What have you lost?
Lemme search your mother
My father has gone missing
What's the matter, dude, what's going on?
What are you looking for? What have you lost?
Lemme search your mother
My father has gone missing
What's the matter, dude, what's going on?
What are you looking for? What have you lost?
Your mother and my father
Have caused a scandal
We have to hide our faces
Dying of embarrassment
Your mother and my father
Have caused a scandal
We have to hide our faces
Dying of embarrassment
With one foot in the grave
Where the hell did my old man go?
What's the matter, dude, what's--
Any mistake?
No. It's your lyrics.
But he has a unique flavor.
And the boy sings so well.
- Let's try it again. - Sure.
I'll come in there.
Who knows how they hit it off?
"How did they hit it off?" Remember your mother used to visit you.
Yes, she did.
But she actually came to see my father.
Nonsense!
- And you know what you used to do? - What?
You'd serve them porridge in the same plate.
That's true.
You'd tell your mother to share it with my father.
How could I have known?
You let them share a plate. Now who knows what they are sharing.
Oh my!
Who knows how they hit it off?
When did the sinners fall in love?
This won't stay under wraps
Where the hell did my old man go?
Slightly to this side.
Lower your hand a bit.
Smile.
Ready.
Raise your hands a little.
We had just come to Ludhiana from Delhi
when, suddenly, we heard it in the market.
My father has gone missing
What's the matter, dude, what's going on?
What are you looking for?
This way.
Lemme search your mother
My father has gone missing
What's the matter, dude, what's going on?
What are you looking for? What have you lost?
Wifey, we used to tell my father
Not to visit relatives often
Bhai?
Look at him. Do you know who he is?
You are playing his song.
This is Chamkila!
Get lost, dude. Talk to me if you wanna buy something.
What a pain!
Are you nuts? Don't you know how to talk to singers?
- You tell me then. - Wanna get slapped?
- Get lost! - Hey!
And that record went on to be a hit!
And I bought two kilos of sweets
and distributed it in the office.
And a singer there said,
"Hey, Tikki, it's Chamkila's album that's a hit."
"What are you celebrating for?"
You walked away feeling shy
Your secrets come undone
The rascal is dead.
In the music of your bangles
Hey, I want to look down feeling shy
My heart yearns
I yearn to squeeze you in my arms
Oh, yes
Oh, yes, my heart yearns
Uncle.
- Look, what happened, Uncle. - Nothing happened!
They are spreading rumors.
It's true, Uncle!
We are here with Boss's body.
I'll kill you, bastard!
Do you know how much people love Chamkila?
Why would they kill him?
Hey, Dhani Ram!
Get up.
Aren't you going for your show?
Look, your buddies are here.
Come on, get up.
- Who's he? - Boss's father.
He's too drunk to think straight.
Are the militants here?
Why did you join the police force if you're so scared?
Go and check now!
It's the police.
Some no-good singer died,
and we've to lose our sleep over it.
A bullet hit Lal's hand but he escaped into the fields.
Harmonium player Harjeet Gill died on the spot.
- And so did the dholak player, Debu. - Bad luck.
Had Tikki not left the group, Debu would have survived.
Who is Tikki?
He used to play dholak for Boss.
And who is this boss? Chamkila?
Yes, sir.
Check who is inside.
- Who is inside? - Boss's father.
- Who else? - There's no one else.
- Then who is he talking to? - Hey.
How long have you been with Chamkila?
About eight years, sir.
Around the time of the fight with Sonia.
What fight?
Sir, please don't think she has anything to do with this.
Are you going to tell the DSP what to think?
Idiot!
He's the DSP.
Don't butter me up so much
that your hand goes up my ass.
Not at all, sir.
Hey, answer him.
What was the fight about?
It was about money.
Tikki took him there to discuss it.
What the hell does he think of himself? I'll set him right today.
You don't have to do anything. Just be there, okay?
I'll talk to him. Come on.
Tikki paaji.
Hey, paaji.
Because Chamkila writes the lyrics,
he composes the music,
he tells the musicians what to play.
But when it comes to money,
everything goes into your pocket.
Isn't that twisted?
Tikki, paaji.
Hold on a minute! I'm talking to him!
Sir, how can you be so greedy
that the wages
and the tips that far exceed the wages,
all end up in your pocket?
Though it's rightfully his.
And Sonia,
she's been singing for you for years.
What does she make in tips?
Ask her.
Why are you letting this idiot speak for you?
Sir, we are comrades, we won't tolerate this.
Shut up!
Move aside!
You, come here.
Talk.
No, actually,
all we want to say is...
if, along with our wages...
we could get a cut...
What if you don't?
If I don't give you a cut,
what will you do?
No, sir, I'm not here to fight.
You
wanna fight?
With me?
Hey you,
motherfucker!
Just because I let you sit with me, you forgot your identity?
What do you think, have you become our equal?
I made you Chamkila!
I did!
And I can squash you whenever I want.
So, keep picking the crumbs I throw your way.
Or you'll starve to death!
What are you staring at?
I won't starve.
I may be Chamar,
but I won't starve to death.
You wanna try it?
- Should I give you a taste? - Yes.
Get out. Get out of here!
Get out of my office!
Out!
SURINDER SONIA
Have you lost your mind?
What did you just do?
I know something for sure, Tikki paaji.
What?
I know what people want to hear.
What they enjoy.
And I can give them that.
And right there on the footpath,
Boss started his own troupe.
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Who squeezed your body?
My heart yearns...
Tha-tha-thana-thana-thana-oh Bro, Jugni
Bro, Jugni says Who chants the name of the Lord
An inquiry for Chamkila.
Chamkila! An inquiry for Chamkila.
Chamkila! There's an inquiry!
Hey, Dhakkan, tell Chamkila there's an inquiry for him.
Hey, Uncle!
Even a touch will dirty you
Chamkila!
A simple touch dirties you
Chamkila!
Chamkila, there's an inquiry for you.
- What? - An inquiry.
Run!
- For me? - Yes.
- Yes, sir? - Chamkila?
I flutter around
Wearing a rainbow-colored tunic
I've quit my foolhardy ways
You quit having affairs
I'm off to fulfill my desires
Why are you being bitter?
With all the raw milk you have
Your boobs look creamy
Some people are here to meet you.
They want you for a show.
Sir, this is Chamkila.
- A show in Moga on the 21st. - Sure, sir.
He started getting a lot of bookings.
And when Kashmiri Lal and Sonia got back from their tour in Rajasthan,
they found their belongings on the road.
And Boss was sitting in his chair.
Sir? Please come in.
"Please come in?"
Did you pay the rent?
Tell me, did you pay the rent?
- Do you know who you are talking to? - I think he's talking to you.
Who are you? Go to the shop!
Chamkila must be really glad.
That's a slap in the face.
No, sir. He was busy elsewhere.
He was in girl trouble.
He needed girls.
I mean, for shows. As a singer.
You know Chamkila's songs are duets.
How would I know?
- Am I a truck driver? - No, sir.
Am I a village bumpkin?
Do you really think he listens to Chamkila's songs?
Only constables do.
Loafers swept me off my feet
Those loafers will rob you
And eat you up
It's not easy to sing with you, Chamkila. You sing high notes.
- I'm out. - But it polishes your singing.
- ...loot all the artists! - Want a slap?
- Really? I dare you! -"I dare you!"
- I'll be your worst nightmare! - You don't scare me.
You don't know me--
All our energy is going into finding girls.
- Look for a new one every day! - What can I do?
- Shall I dress up like one? - You were to get someone.
- Well, I will! - Okay, then!
- Okay, then! Okay! - Okay, then! Okay.
Then Mr. Manak said there's a girl who has done some shows with him.
And that was Ms. Babbi.
Who?
Amarjot.
Hello, sir.
- Chamkila? - Yes, that's me.
Are you unmarried?
Please come in.
Do you actually have any shows or are we wasting our time here?
What?
- Meaning? - Do you have shows?
Get that.
Dates next to each show.
Noting the dates don't guarantee shows!
Fantastic!
- I mean, this is quite something! - Okay, all right.
Here's the contract and an advance.
Let's try it out for a month.
If things go well, we'll take it forward.
Well, you listen to me now.
Is Chamkila a new singer?
- Are you some big shot? - It's okay. One month.
Wait a minute, yaar. Why are you sweet-talking them?
And the girl seems so dull.
Who knows if she can even talk?
Then hear her sing.
- Start the music. - There's no need.
There's no need for that. Mr. Manak vouched for her.
It's all right.
I'll charge you more than Manak.
He's a bigger star.
- I see, he's a bigger star-- - Tikki, where's the tea?
Tea, please.
- Kikar, go and order some tea. - We can discuss money.
We'll manage it.
Is that a songbook?
Answer him.
Which book is it?
- White Blood. - What?
- White Blood. - White Blood.
It's a great book.
Okay.
- So this is where you practice. - Have a seat.
What kind of songs do you like?
She sings all kinds of songs.
She sings all day long. God knows what.
I get so bored.
Shall we start?
Yes, of course.
Sa...
Come on, sing.
Sa...
Sa Re Ga Pa...
Amazing.
She can sing English songs too.
Yes. Sing something, Babbi.
What's wrong with me? Really?
I'm not taking care of you.
Let's go have some soft drinks.
Let them bore each other. Come on.
- Your name is Pappu, right? - Yes.
- It suits you. - Let's go get some fresh air, veere.
They'll take good care of Pappu.
Don't worry.
Shall we start again?
Have you heard any of my songs?
You have.
Which one's on your mind?
Which one? "My Father Has Gone Missing"?
People like such lyrics. You know, like...
"Someone's son kneaded me like dough."
People like it.
Loot and love can never be hidden
A pregnancy can't escape a midwife's eye
I've been disgraced
Though I never had an affair
She has a city accent.
We need to change it.
But she sings well.
No more cold water. Don't drink water from clay pots.
No need to be shy of you
You can drink me up
No need to be shy of you
You can drink me up
No need to be shy of you
You can drink me up
No need to be shy of you
You can drink me up
No need to be shy of you
You can drink me up
I can sniff out a girl two miles away
The fan was going off-key.
I wander the streets
Looking for hot chicks
I wander the streets
Looking for--
I can sniff out a girl two miles away
I wander the streets Looking for--
Listen to this.
I wander the streets
Looking for hot chicks
Brother-in-law, I'm happily married
But my hubby just loves my fair skin
But my hubby just loves my fair--
Let's take a break.
Tired?
Come later.
Your brother is a drunkard, brother-in-law
I swear, he is a pain to be with
Your brother is a drunkard, brother-in-law
She started singing with him,
and they became a hit pair.
Then they sang a lot of dirty songs together.
And then someone shot them.
Is this the story?
No, sir.
Their first show got canceled.
- Because of militants? - No, a wedding.
None of his shows had ever been canceled.
So someone called Amarjot bad luck.
Babbi heard that.
Good the show got canceled.
We'll be better prepared for the next one. We'll prepare more duets.
No, I want to go home.
Look, this show did get canceled,
but there will be a day, when we'll be turning down shows.
- Why? - What?
Why will we turn them down?
Because we won't be able to do them all.
No, we won't turn them down.
Okay, we won't turn them down.
I promise.
And in our next show, we'll show them what we are. Right?
And then it happened.
They sang a lot of dirty songs,
and they became a hit pair.
What you mentioned earlier, happened now.
Your favorite singers, Amar Singh Chamkila and Ms. Amarjot.
Welcome.
No need to be shy of you
You can drink me up
No need to be shy of you
You can drink me up
My youth is going out of control
Lick me
Scoop me up and lick me
Darling, I'm your sugar
Scoop me up and lick me
Darling, I'm your sugar
Hey, indulge my yearning heart
Don't turn away from me
Hey, indulge my yearning heart Don't turn away from me
I've been fighting off Those deadbeat dudes, hey!
- Hold me close to you - Why?
- Hold me! - Oh!
Hold me close
Soothe my poor fluttering heart
Hold me close
Soothe my poor fluttering heart
Bharava.
- Sit. - Scoot over.
You're a scruffy fellow.
- Girls only had eyes for me today. - Yes, of course.
Have you seen yourself?
- Go ahead. - A minute.
It happens every time. I'll give just one rupee.
- Just one rupee. - I'll kick your butt.
One rupee, he says.
Sleep in my arms, sister-in-law I will keep you comfy
I wrote it last night. We'll record it if you like it.
Hey, sleep in my arms, sister-in-law
I will keep you comfy
Sleep in my arms, sister-in-law
I will keep you comfy
He grabs my bed in the middle of the night
Drunk to his bones
With a mouth full of tobacco
His drunken stupor left me dumbstruck
Your brother is a drunkard
Not even a single note more.
It's not loud enough.
Aari, aari, aari
Mother-in-law says, "Why are you upset?"
I'm worried about you
You're not telling the truth
Nope, you're not telling the truth
You had an affair back home
I swear, I'm telling the truth
I was the leader of just the girl gang
Who squeezed your body?
Who did the dirty dance with you?
I'm a dainty chick
But people think I'm a snob
I'm a dainty chick
Come closer.
Lift your hand a little.
Okay. Smile.
- This one's pretty popular these days. - Chamkila?
-"Darling, I'm Your Sugar"? - Yes.
There's a lot of demand for it in the market.
Some new Panjabi singer. Chamkila.
- Chamkila? - Yes, sir.
Chamkila.
What do you know, my love
That I sneak peeks at you
But I am too shy to say it
That I sneak peeks at you
But I am too shy to say it
That one day passionately with my eyes
I want to make love to you
That one day passionately with my eyes
I want to make love to you
What do you know, my love
My body's kingdom
My heart's reign
My present being I want to submit to you
What do you know, my love
Take this true love to new heights
And keep it safely in a treasure chest
Want to see the joys and sorrows with you
I will keep you tucked away
From everyone's eyes
I will fight the world for you
I will color you like my scarf
To match you with my dress
I will drape you across my chest
I sneak peeks at you
But I am too shy to say it
I sneak peeks at you
But I am too shy to say it
What do you know, my love
Thoughts of parting
Oh, love is so exhausting
Let the music of the bodies play
Thoughts of parting
Oh, love is so exhausting
Let the music of the bodies play
What do you know, my love
Come on, Papa!
Don't "Papa" me!
It's going well with Chamkila. Why should we leave?
- Maybe ask him to pay more. - I've sealed the deal with another singer.
I took a booking amount too.
Go and pack your bags.
But why, Papa?
Because Chamkila is unmarried. Got it?
That's why I said we'll see how it goes for a month.
It's been many months now.
It'll be game over if they fall for each other.
We must get out of here now.
So then?
This was our last show.
This duo is done.
Are you crazy?
We've just started tasting success, and you want to leave now?
Your father is a greedy old geezer!
You're a golden goose for him.
Tell me what to do.
Find a way.
Ask Chamkila to marry me.
What?
- Is there another way? - ...another way?
She can't leave her family and move in with you.
She's not that kind of a girl.
We'll make the arrangements, but it must be done today.
- Did anyone see you? - I don't know.
Hurry up.
- Is it done? - Yes, it is.
Smile, please.
Are you happy? You got married, after all.
Dressed in finery
Who told them about this wedding?
I'm out, dressed to kill
They're singing our songs. I'll go give this to them.
With all the raw milk you have Your boobs look creamy
There are seven foreigners
Signing at my home
Who is that guy who got married yesterday?
Here you go.
This isn't enough!
All the rich girls fell for loafers
- Whose song are you singing? - Chamkila!
- Who? - Chamkila!
They will see you.
They don't recognize me.
All the rich girls fell for loafers
The boys have eyes only for you
The smile on your face can't be hidden
Boys are fighting over you
They're ready to kill for you
What did I get myself into? What do I do now?
Many lovesick Romeos Will now roll at your doorstep
I'm gonna get married come what may
You talk with your eyes
Your features sharp as a knife
You talk with your eyes
Your features sharp as a knife
I flutter around
Wearing a rainbow-colored tunic
I've quit my foolhardy ways
You quit having affairs
I'm off to fulfill my desires
Why are you being bitter?
With all the raw milk you have
Your boobs look creamy
Loafers swept me off my feet
You're a married man now, Amari!
Come out, you fucker!
Let's see how shiny you are!
Hey, Dhaniye, we know you're inside!
Open the door!
Amarjot's father must have sent them. They had to know eventually.
You'll pay the price for what you did!
They are not from Amarjot's family.
Then?
They are Gurmail's bhai.
Who's Gurmail?
My wife.
Remember our first meeting?
I was married even then.
Wedding prayers begin.
So you lied to me?
To me?
So? What's so special about you?
That I stood by you, asshole.
- You could've been honest. - Then you would've been an accomplice.
What good would it do?
I had to marry her.
Was there any other way to save the duo?
Come outside!
Now no one can break this duo.
Bottoms up!
Come on, let's handle them.
Our bhai will be here soon.
You bloody fucker...
You fucking assholes!
Motherfucker!
No matter how successful one is,
even if he touches the sky,
he can't be above the law.
This village council does not accept
Chamkila's second marriage.
Did I say it right?
Don't worry, Father.
I'm Amitabh Bachchan for the public. Wait and watch.
This marriage is not legal.
It's a crime
and a disgrace for this village.
Dhani Ram,
aka Amar Singh,
aka Chamkila,
present yourself.
It looked like one of his shows.
The entire village was there to see him.
Yes, it didn't feel like a village council.
Look at me.
This is your punishment.
You might be a big shot at home,
here you're just a criminal.
Criminal.
Thank you.
Now watch.
Sir,
today you slapped me in front of everyone.
You demeaned me to show your power.
First, I pay my respects to you.
And then he started a dramatic speech.
He used to act in plays as a child.
And then to my uncles and my family here.
We got a chance to see him perform that day.
I completely agree with the Village Head.
- What? - Yes.
Law is above everyone.
And only religion is above the law.
- Isn't that true, sir? - Yes, of course.
Following those religious practices, with the Lord in my heart,
I married Amarjot Kaur.
And once you say your vows,
I can't unsay them, can I?
Shut up!
Is this funny to you?
But...
I'll give 5,000 rupees
to Gurmail Kaur every month.
Well done!
This is to ensure that my second marriage
doesn't leave my first wife in peril.
Wow! He's such a great guy.
But is money enough to live one's life?
Never. I say it's not enough.
That's why I will give
an imported cow to Gurmail!
- Amazing! - No...
A cow?
That's not enough.
A cow?
An Australian cow. The first one in that district.
I'll give 5,000 rupees every month.
How can a man have two wives?
Why not?
Anything is possible.
Thousands have done the same.
You are sold out to Chamkila.
Here everyone is sold out to landowners.
Who protects us?
Dhaniya does!
He took care of the wedding expenses of many girls from this village.
Chamkila gifted eight canisters of ghee,
four sets of clothes, and 2,000 rupees
to each of my daughters on their weddings.
Great.
Chamkila had already bought witnesses.
Tell me, Babbi,
if you knew I was already married,
would you have married me?
No!
Never!
Then?
I had to hide it.
I couldn't afford to lose you.
Look, Babbi,
I come from a filthy place.
I can't go back.
And you?
The place you've come from,
will you go back there?
Why pretend with each other?
We wanted to be together. Right?
We are together now.
Amarjot
and Chamkila.
Pull me closer...
No dates, bhai.
There are only 30 days in a month.
How can I give you a booking?
My son bought a huge car!
I yearn to put my arms around you
Even your father wouldn't have seen that big a car.
He creates a scene every other day.
He was sloshed. Won't do it again.
He absolutely will.
No, I promise. He won't.
New money has gone to his head.
No.
Look, how he talks.
To begin with, please accept
Pirthipal Singh Dhakkan's heartfelt greetings.
To begin with, I request my fans who want to reward...
Why didn't you tell me he was already married?
I didn't know either!
- He told me a lie. - What lie?
- That he is unmarried. - Did he say, "Tikki, I am unmarried"?
- Did he? - No, he didn't say that but--
Don't talk to me.
- Why are you snapping at me? - Who else should I snap at?
Tell me, who else?
My heart yearns...
You're going offbeat, Tikki.
I yearn to put my arms around you...
Sir, even today, marquee chaps don't get renters
if they don't have Chamkila's records.
- Really? - Yes, sir.
His records are circulated in many parties.
- Hmm? - Yeah.
Here.
I yearn to squeeze you in my arms
No one in your family would have seen such money.
My darling son Chamkila.
Hey, Chamkila!
You are second to none!
You are number one.
Cheeky fellow, you must say this to every artist.
Other artists are great,
but you are our own, Chamkila!
Eighty-four.
Everyone knows what happened
in Panjab thereafter.
In the village bordering Barnala...
Twenty-four people were killed in the stampede.
About 115 were critically injured.
...dead bodies lying untended.
The police have found...
Boys are disappearing from their homes.
No one dares to step outside.
Everything is on fire,
shooting is rampant.
In this time, who'll come to our shows?
And who'll organize them?
There are orders
banning these shows.
Amidst a shortage of food and medicines,
we felt no one's going to buy records.
What will become of artists?
It was just the opposite in the case of Boss.
- The roof is dark-hued - Yeah!
- Showering sunlight - Yeah!
This golden land
With golden fringes swaying
Both the loves were killed by love
Lovingly, lovingly, lovingly
Hey, lovingly, lovingly, lovingly
Understand the pulse of your business.
In crisis,
people crave more entertainment.
Love is a destroyer
Oh, my love is a destroyer
Love is a destroyer
Oh, my love is a creator
Love is a destroyer
Oh, my love is a creator
He paid me back in full
My lover paid me back in full
Surrounded by danger,
and never-ending pain,
people don't want sad songs.
Their lives are tragic enough.
They want an energetic number
to lift their spirits.
They want an escape for a few moments.
Long live the fire within me
Let it burn and create new life
I emerge from fire bright and shining
My spirit will shine through
My spirit
I am lovesick
I am suffering
I am yearning
Love is a destroyer
Oh, my love is a creator
Love is a destroyer
Oh, my love is a creator
Keep grooving
Whatever will be, will be
Long live the fire within me
Let it burn and create new life
I can do it, Mr. Ahmed.
If not me, who will entertain them?
This is my job.
My lover paid me back in full
I am Panjab
I will sing and dance every day
Oh, I will sing and dance every day
I have taken out all my toys
Oh, I have taken out all my toys
Colors of the world fade compared to me
My blood anoints me
Why should I be scared?
I am strong-footed
I trust my strength
Here I fly
We have a new scheme for you.
When buying a Chamkila record,
you must buy one of another artist too.
We'd heard "Buy one, get one free,"
but never "Buy one and another is compulsory."
Love is a destroyer
Oh, Love is a creator
I am Panjab
BROTHER-IN-LAW, CHECK OUT MY BOOTY
The jerk is laughing at us.
Isn't this an insult to Panjab?
An insult?
People are dying here, and what sort of records is Chamkila releasing?
Brother-in-Law, Check Out My Booty?
The shit is selling like hot cakes.
I wonder how the Committee will take it.
Committee?
There are godmen on the roads
carrying religious flags.
And most of them are fake.
- Hiding guns under their shawls. - So?
They won't like Chamkila's vulgar songs.
Brother-in-law, check out my booty
All of us sing such songs.
But they aren't selling.
Whose songs are selling?
Fucker is doing two shows a day,
just so we don't get any.
Chamkila is a big name.
If something
brings this name into the limelight,
people will pay attention.
Word will spread like wildfire.
Finally.
The Chamkila.
The Elvis of Panjab, UK, US, Canada.
Yes.
Please come, have a seat. Let's start.
Could you both wait outside?
- I'd like to speak with him in private. - Why?
So we can talk freely.
I have some personal questions too.
Nothing personal, please.
Nope.
Please sit.
Mr. Chamkila, why are you so jittery?
You are looking everywhere but at me.
Please tell me. I want to know.
Well, you're wearing pants.
Excuse me?
Your jeans.
So?
Chamkila,
known worldwide for his vulgar songs.
Who portrays women in a cheap way, who objectifies them.
What's that?
Lemme search your mother My father has gone missing
I was taking a bath at noon And he was peeping
Kneaded you like dough
You write such lyrics, but you have a problem with my pants?
That's what I have seen, madam.
That's what I've heard.
But I haven't seen many girls in pants.
Brilliant excuse.
Because you've seen this, your lyrics are justified?
All that bullshit in your songs is okay?
Is that what you mean?
Speak up. Have you lost your tongue?
Madam, not everyone can afford to think about right and wrong.
At least, I can't.
People like me have to survive somehow.
I can't take chances.
You won't understand, but I am just an ordinary man.
I have to cater to my audience.
Or I'll be finished.
How can you be finished?
People love your songs.
This says, "Highest selling artist of Panjab."
And you can't get your head around it.
Let me explain.
Most of the people in this world are ordinary. Like me.
There are few like you.
And this is what ordinary people like.
Because this is what they see.
That's why my songs work.
That's why you are interviewing me.
If I were like you, you wouldn't be here.
The lady took such offense...
She spewed such venom that several others followed.
"Chamkila sings sleazy songs."
"He's misleading the people of Panjab."
"He's corrupting the society."
All true.
Not an iota of lie.
Before I start, I want to say something.
- We don't sing vulgar songs. - The atmosphere is bad enough.
We don't want to add to it with dirty songs.
Everyone is after us.
So-called friends.
It's their love, you know.
- Watch your step. - It's all a joke to you.
As long as the audience is with us,
no one can touch us.
You're going there to rest.
Don't fret about this.
They won't play Amar Singh Chamkila's songs anymore.
- Does Babbi sing such songs too? - Well, she's married to Chamkila.
Marrying Chamkila doesn't mean she should sing such lyrics.
I wonder how men fantasize about you.
My mother-in-law says, "You must be like your sister."
"Your entire family is the same."
And you just watch it?
Why don't you stop her?
Your family's reputation is being tarnished.
...inform the audience they won't be able to hear Chamkila's songs anymore.
What kind of a man are you?
Who makes his wife sing such songs?
Don't you care about her honor?
First, you tricked her into marriage.
Lied to her.
And for what? To disgrace her publicly?
Is this a joke to you?
I've seen these squabbles all my life.
Now it's my turn.
Come on, Babbi.
We have a show to do.
First, you must promise that she won't sing dirty lyrics.
Or she won't go.
She has made up her mind.
Four thousand five hundred rupees.
For one show.
No artist has been paid so much.
But we have.
Our records are being sold in black. Like the tickets for Amitabh Bachchan's movies.
How does that matter?
Babbi, this is our time.
And trust me,
it will be over before you know it.
Then we'll think about the rights and wrongs.
But come with me now.
The audience must be waiting.
Come on.
Let's go.
And she got up.
Then they started singing dirty duets again.
Yes, sir.
And it's a matter of pride.
This is our job, sir.
To corrupt the society.
That's your job?
First, corrupt your wife with your own filth.
Then disgrace the society together.
Sir, you say Chamkila is dirty
because he sings dirty songs.
Hey, sit down.
So what?
So tell me, who listens to his songs?
Filthy and dirty people.
They listen to his songs.
But Chamkila is the superstar of Panjab.
Most listen to his songs.
Do you mean to say
that most people are filthy?
- Hey! - Yes, they are.
Most of the people in this world are filthy and dirty.
Most people like trash.
What should we do?
Give it to them?
"We"?
Who's "we"?
Who decides what should people listen to?
You wanna fight with the Police? Do you?
Back off before you disappear off the face of the earth.
Hey! Back off. Let him go.
Kid, I've been part of comrade plays in college too.
But those rules don't work here.
Wait a few years.
All your questions will be answered.
Papa.
Babbi has married a one of a kind guy.
Such a dirty mind! He writes such nonsense about women. Gross.
How can he come up with such things?
Is he insane?
All men think about it
all the time, darling.
They don't say it out loud and he does.
How do you know?
Granny, do you listen to his songs?
Yes, discreetly.
Many things are done discreetly. Right?
The songs we sing at weddings, discreetly.
They're no different.
Hey, lover of the dainty lass Tell us about your last night
Girl, jump over the wall
Using the might of your thighs
He's your son, but he looks like me
Hey you, walking on the road
He's your son, but he looks like me
Hey you, walking on the road
Let the snake slither between the thighs
Shame, shame, shame, shame
Red, red, red, red with shame
Heart, o my heart
Soft at heart, soft at heart
Passionate body but soft at heart
Soft at heart, soft at heart
Passionate body but soft at heart
My womanliness is yours
You own me
This is my upbringing
I am a wild, crazy, poor lass
Honey, go bam-bam in the ham
I am a wild, crazy, poor lass
Honey, go bam-bam in the ham
You plunder my body
Thinking I'm weak and you're macho
But really
You're just a means of pleasure to me
Lemme go bang-bang
Lemme go bang-bang, slam-bam
Honey, go bam-bam in the ham
Lemme go bang-bang, slam-bam
Honey, go bam-bam in the ham
Mother to my daughter
Daddy's doll
Sister-in-law to my brother-in-law
Says the world to me
Sister-in-law to my brother-in-law
I accept these ties
But I don't forget
How to douse these blazing desires
Of my burning body
Don't think that only you have desires
Secretly, my desires are more than yours
Chamkila sings in my heart too
Oh, God, this sweetness is gonna kill me!
Lemme go bang-bang
Lemme go bang-bang, slam-bam
Honey, go bam-bam in the ham
Lemme go bang-bang, slam-bam
Honey, go bam-bam in the ham
Hey, with your tiny saw
How will you chop a jungle?
You are just a one-night wonder
I'm a double-edged sword
I am not a damsel in distress
Let my turn come
You plunder my body
Thinking I'm weak and you're macho
But really
You're just a means of pleasure to me
My heart full of desires
My passionate body
My brazen ways
Oh, hey
Lemme go bang-bang, slam-bam
Honey, go bam-bam in the ham
Lemme go bang-bang, slam-bam
Honey, go bam-bam in the ham
Hey, you roof-breaker!
THE ROOF-BREAKER
I don't get it.
If you don't get it, we are dead.
Hello.
What's wrong, bhai?
We got some threats.
From the Force groups.
- Letters from two groups in one day. - Who dropped them here?
I found them outside the door this morning.
But what do they say?
Don't sing dirty songs.
Or we'll kill you.
But people want to hear them.
That's why they come to our shows. Buy our records.
Do we like singing dirty songs?
What the hell.
What else can we do?
I think this is our friends' doing.
These letters could be fake.
Anyway, they wouldn't just kill us.
- Where are they? - In there.
Hey, you.
Who is he?
Sivia, a friend of the boss.
He had friends like him too?
He is the one.
He must have delivered the letters.
He is from the Force.
Good that he didn't see Chamkila.
But how long can I hide?
We are safe.
He ran away?
- Yes? - Swaran Singh Sivia.
I am from the Income Tax Department. There's a notice for you.
Mentioned some "department."
"Department"? Did you hear this word?
- Yes. He gave them a letter too. - A letter?
When I saw him for the first time,
he looked like Amitabh Bachchan.
Hello!
Hello.
- I am Chamkila. - Okay.
- How are you? All good? - Yes.
May I get you something?
Tea, soft drink, something?
- No. - Paaji.
I am in trouble.
I need your help.
Please don't say no, paaji.
Babbi.
Give us a minute.
Here, here. Come to me, my son.
Please, have a seat.
These letters seem genuine.
These are real threats.
Take it all.
- And forgive me. - What are you doing?
Paaji, I won't corrupt the society.
I won't mislead anyone.
Please let the department know.
Who do you think I am?
You are from the department.
My boy overheard you.
I am from the Income Tax Department.
- Do you pay taxes on this? - Take it all.
Just spare me, paaji.
We're on the lookout for people like you.
Why look for me?
I'm right here.
Do you pay income tax?
- What? - Income tax? Do you pay it?
What's that?
I told him to put the money away and close the safe.
Then I got in touch with my contacts.
Arranged a meeting for Chamkila.
- Chamkila. - Greetings.
You roar like a lion.
God has blessed you.
- Do not sing frivolous songs. - I'm sorry.
I won't do it again.
Please forgive me.
You want me to forgive you?
- I'm a human being just like you. - Sir--
Only God can forgive.
- Ask Him. - Yes, sir.
There's something else.
Speak up.
A record of mine is already with the company.
Due to be released soon.
That's not in my hands.
Okay.
Don't compose such songs after that.
I repent.
I promise,
I will not write such songs anymore.
Come here.
Be happy.
I made a decision.
I'll make devotional records.
You are still in shock.
Pull yourself together.
I can make them. Trust me.
Cry your heart out, son. Time is a great healer.
What the hell!
It's a crime to even say "devotional" and "Chamkila" in the same breath.
Get that?
You could be fined or even jailed.
What is this? Stop that.
"Chant the Almighty's Name" is Chamkila's song?
I thought it was his voice.
But then I dismissed the thought.
"I'm the Sword of the Crested One," "Oh, Son, While Going..."
Till now, all his albums were the biggest hits in Panjab.
But his first devotional album, "Chant the Almighty's Name"
broke all his previous records.
Oh, my lowly life
Chant the Almighty's name
His devotional albums were also being sold in the black market at triple the price.
It will help you in difficult times
Have you heard "Baba Your Nankana"?
I wrote that.
The tyrants crossed all limits
Of oppression and tyranny
Brothers became thirsty
For each other's blood
The British played mischief
And what a tragedy has come to pass
Your Nankana has been snatched from us
Send all the remaining copies of all the records to Moga.
Devotional, non-devotional, anything will do.
- As long as they are... - ...Chamkila's records.
All good now?
No one is out to kill us now.
Okay?
It's in progress.
Don't worry.
Just fix a drink, man.
Don't you trust me?
Chamkila is telling the truth
Hey, dear Sivia
Your Nankana has been snatched from us
Now, "I'm the Sword of the Crested One."
Enough of this, yaar.
Now sing one of your old songs, Chamkila.
Yes, man. Please sing one.
Bhai, sing "What's the Matter, Dude, What's Going On?"
Yes, sing that one.
I used to sing these songs.
Lemme search your mother My father has gone missing
But I don't sing them anymore.
And here's a brand-new song.
Give it a listen. You will enjoy it.
Come on, yaar.
It's a wedding.
We aren't here to mourn.
Please listen to this. It's different. You'll like it.
Yaar, sing the real songs.
Sing "Will Take the Lid off the Pot."
These are the requests I'm getting from you.
"I Was Bathing at Noon."
I used to sing this song.
Then I was told that I am evil, I sing frivolous songs, and to stop that.
That it's wrong.
So I don't sing these songs anymore.
Come on, man!
Chamkila had a major flaw.
He was a slave to his audience.
Despite his success, he remained servile.
He could never say no in a show.
Your elder brother
My bachelor brother-in-law
Was peeping at me through a hole
Your elder brother
My bachelor brother-in-law
Was peeping at me through a hole
As I lathered myself up
He ogled as I took a bath at noon
If you were a real man's daughter
You would have taken an axe
Bhai, leave your tips here and sit down.
Is this the first show you're watching?
You are spoiling your own show.
Take a seat, bhai. Make him sit down.
If you were a real man's daughter
You are making a mistake, Chamkila!
A big mistake!
Stop singing such vulgar songs!
Or you will regret it.
Those were bad times, and Chamkila was walking on the razor's edge.
The audience wanted frivolous songs.
But he was also being watched closely.
Is that Chamkila?
Seems like it.
Bhatti sir.
Greetings.
- Dhani Ram? - Yes, sir.
I hear a new album of yours was released yesterday.
What's the title?
Baba, Your Nankana, sir.
How do you know these militants?
Why do you make songs for them?
You find that funny?
Bhatti sir, may we sit?
Stand right there!
Listen.
I've summoned you here for a warning.
Stop getting cozy with the militants.
Or you will be wiped out.
- That's strange. - What?
Both of you are singing the same tune.
You know what, sir?
Decide among yourselves who is going to wipe me out.
And just do it.
Son, just give us one reason,
and your wish will be fulfilled.
And save the drama for your shows.
Got it?
Remember what I have said.
Now get out.
Greetings.
Thank you.
Sir!
A...
A film producer came by.
He wants to shoot a scene from one of your shows.
For a film called Patola.
I told him we don't have the time even for recordings.
- And sent him on his way. - Do you have his number?
Yes, I do.
Call him over.
I've always wanted to see myself
on the silver screen.
Since I was a kid.
I wanted to be a hero.
Really? Me too.
You too?
That's what all Panjabis want.
- We'll have the bar here, chairs here. - We don't drink much.
Yeah, but we are Panjabis.
The table over here.
Open the gate. Call Chamkila.
- What is it? - Nothing.
Move.
- Chamkila. - Hello, paaji.
You are the best.
We are your fans.
- We listen to your songs all the time. - Yes, that's true.
"Baba Your Nankana"?
No, paaji.
We listen to those,
Lift It, Driver, Driver.
You pour the heart out.
Your songs showcase our thoughts.
What brings you here?
The thing is,
you sing very dirty songs in your shows, Chamkila.
- All right. - All right?
What is right about it?
It's all wrong.
And this won't be tolerated.
- So, what do you want to do? - What should I do?
Should I shoot you?
Should I?
Should we shoot or is there another way?
One more thing.
Don't tell anyone.
Or others will want a share too.
Don't worry, Chamkila paaji.
We told you, we are your fans.
Diehard fans.
Thank you.
Nothing to worry about.
Everything's fine.
I think it is something to worry about.
Then, let's worry.
Okay, let's worry today.
That's how this world works, Babbi.
Here, your fans threaten you with guns.
Unbelievable! What a place!
But we owe everything to the same world.
What was I?
Where was I?
And where am I now?
If we still call the world a bad place,
that would be unfair.
We have no right to be upset, Babbi.
No right.
You are not listening to me.
This is important.
Listen to me, gorgeous
Listen to me, darling
I am going to tell you the ways of love
Wanna worry or compose a song?
Listen to me, darling
I am going to tell you the ways of love
Under the stars
We will share stories
Under the stars
We will share stories
Go on, keep it
Keep your hand on my heart
Go on, keep it
Put your hand on my heart
Listen to me, darling
I am going to tell you the ways of love
They believe Chamkila should know the decorum of an artist.
He has no right to defame our women.
This is my last night in Bahrain.
God willing, I will visit you every six months or a year.
A simple touch dirties you
Your blush-pink complexion glows
Seeing your beautiful face
The moon hides away in the clouds
Lick me, hey, lick me
Scoop me up and lick me
Darling, I'm your sugar
Dedicate your life to me
Success too comes at a price.
After Bahrain,
Chamkila didn't take Tikki to Canada.
Perhaps he had figured out Tikki's intentions.
...you left me behind!
That I might run away tearing my passport.
Motherfucker, you turned out to be just like Jinda.
- They never worked together again. - I curse you from the bottom of my heart.
Die, Chamkila!
Die, motherfucker!
Listen to me, darling
I am going to tell you the ways of love
Listen to me, darling
I am going to tell you the ways of love
Under the stars
We will share stories
I will keep you like an amulet
Listen to me, gorgeous
My! The gestures of your eyes
Your killer smile bit me like a snake
You have slain me
Listen to me, gorgeous
You have slain me
Greetings.
Welcome, sir.
Picture, please!
You can lower your hands.
Look there, Babbi.
Amitabh Bachchan.
Is Amitabh Bachchan here?
We organized a show for Amit sir too.
Really?
Can we meet him?
He's already gone.
Where?
He's already gone from Canada.
But the venue for your show today
was where Amit sir also performed.
That's where we are going.
Spoiled brat
The pure man belongs to God, victory belongs to God.
Please forgive us for any mistakes.
Bumper!
For Amit sir's show,
I had to get an extra 137 seats in the hall.
Very nice!
And for your show today,
do you know how many extra seats we had to get?
One thousand twenty-four!
One thousand twenty-four, sir!
It was fantastic!
I have never added so many extra seats for a show.
Amazing!
People are right when they say, artists are weird.
This was good news,
but Chamkila was upset.
As if he had lost something.
As if his childhood had come to an end.
Though back then, we had plenty to be upset about.
There is nothing above religion.
Not even this life.
Right, sir.
And your dirty, vulgar songs
are against our religion.
We can't tolerate an insult to our religion, can we?
Paaji, can you please hurry it up?
What?
Boy, we are warning you!
Okay, but make it quick.
The audience is waiting.
Hey, do you understand
what we're trying to tell you?
Of course I do.
- We are really serious. - So am I.
But let's wrap this up quickly.
Tell them I'll be there soon. Go on.
Would you like to watch it?
- Come. - What happened?
Nothing.
"First Shout," fourth note.
First shout, and I got scared
You must know why you are here.
Because of my songs.
First, you must understand
that we're not the ones who were warning you till now.
We won't warn you.
We will do what needs to be done.
Today, you will make four promises.
In front of us.
And you will be true to them for life.
Second,
do not think
that you will escape us
by returning to India.
You may flee wherever you like,
we will be there.
First promise.
From this very moment,
you will stop singing vulgar songs.
Am I the only one who sings such songs?
What about others?
Almost all artists of Panjab sing such songs.
More vulgar than mine.
But only I'm censured every time.
Why?
Because those artists are conspiring against me.
They want me out of their way.
Can't you see that?
I had promised I won't compose frivolous songs.
Since then I haven't composed any.
But you sang them.
Even after promising.
People demand them. What do I do?
They insist on it in the shows.
You will not sing such songs.
That's certain.
If it's so difficult, quit singing.
Find another job.
Remember, we are protectors of society,
not religion.
We won't let you besmirch the society.
We will make an example out of you for Panjab's youth.
First promise.
You will not sing such songs.
Second promise.
You will not drink.
Third.
You will not eat meat.
Apparently, you are fond of smoking.
So your final promise,
you will not touch tobacco from today.
As soon as the car door was closed, I saw...
What are you doing?
They forbade it so much that I'm craving it.
- Keep it in! - Let it be.
I realized that he had lost it.
That he feared nothing.
He was a dead man.
Dhakkan was an old friend of Chamkila.
From the days of his struggle.
That day, he quit working for Chamkila.
Others in the group were scared too.
The situation in Panjab worsened.
CHAMKILA IS POISONING THE SOCIETY
They turned people against Chamkila.
PUBLIC FURY AGAINST CHAMKILA'S SONGS SHAMELESS
Chamkila says he fears no one.
He's tarnishing the image of our religion.
We must teach him a lesson.
- This is the right opportunity. - He wants to die.
- The time has come. - What can we do?
Shoot! Kill the bastard!
Sivia ji,
someone fired shots at Boss's car.
Today it was the car, tomorrow it could be Chamkila.
Why didn't you warn him
against returning to Panjab?
It's just a matter of few days.
Stay away from Panjab for few days.
Everything will be fine.
The public has a short memory.
Yes. Right. I agree.
Man, I'm relieved that you understand the issue.
I know that people will forget soon.
Another Chamkila will be born in Panjab.
Another Chamkila?
Is it so easy?
It's very difficult, paaji.
I have worked very hard.
Chamkila, no one can replace you.
Remember that.
Okay?
Jinda must have thought the same,
here in Canada.
Listen!
You tell me, has any Panjabi artist sold as many records
as each of your albums?
And that's a bad thing too.
Because people are jealous of you.
And someone may take advantage of it now.
With the threat looming large,
someone may hire a contract killer
to settle scores with you.
Don't you get it?
All you have to do is
stay away from shows for a while.
What's the big deal?
"What's the big deal?"
This is my entire life.
No big deal.
Chamkila, wait, bhai.
Just wait for a while.
I can't.
I can't wait.
Why not?
Look, it's a bad time.
Let this pass.
This is a bad time?
This is the time.
Chamkila has an audience now.
This is my chance.
Do you want to die?
Don't you want to live?
Is that in my hands?
Do you think it'll change my destiny?
If I'm destined to die of a gunshot,
that's what will happen.
That bullet will hit me.
How do I make you understand?
Sivia paaji, you are very intelligent.
And I'm ignorant.
But I have seen the world.
It doesn't run on reason.
It just runs.
We have to keep up with it.
There's no need to understand anything.
You are trapped with me.
You'll be done for too.
You have a child.
Another is on the way.
You can stay back.
And then?
You will live.
And after that?
They are shooters.
Their job is to shoot.
So, they will shoot.
We are singers.
Our job is to sing.
So, we will sing.
They won't stop for us.
And we won't for them.
We will perform till our last breath.
Better to live on after death
than live lifelessly.
Embrace the light of love
Embrace it completely
Parched are the lips of fate
And of the imprisoned monk in me
Open the locks inside me
Let me embrace the drunkenness
Embrace the light of love
Embrace it completely
Oh, Bulleh Shah
What they do is up to them
Let me perform my duty fully
Let me bring back the upset ones
Let us lament and get done
Embrace the light of love
Oh, Bulleh Shah
What they do is up to them
Let me perform my duty fully
Let me bring back the upset ones
Greenery of this town
May this land prosper
If you are not mine
Who can make me smile?
Embrace the light of love
Embrace it completely...
Slow down, Dhaniye.
This greed will take you down.
Don't worry too much, Uncle.
It will give you an ulcer.
Give him a drink, Uncle.
Tikki!
Embrace the light of love
Did I pinch your turnips?
I am accused of theft
Did I pinch your turnips?
I am accused of theft
Girls do not lose anything
Bachelors reap benefits
Girls do not lose anything
Bachelors reap benefits
Did I bite you?
Did I bite you
That you sit trembling with fear?
A glimpse of you trips me out
Trips me out
- Where to? - It's for the band.
- We can postpone it. - That's why I said we will talk later.
It's not even been a month since you had the baby.
It's not that. It is difficult to do two shows a day at such high notes.
Give me a roti.
Let's get it over with.
Look, it's cold.
Do I eat cold rotis now?
Do you know who I am?
He is Chamkila.
Cold rotis for Chamkila?
Has it come to this?
Hey!
Just kidding. Give me a roti.
Don't be angry, bhai. Give it to me.
- I'll get a hot one. - No. This is fine.
Come on. Let me show you something.
It has my name on it.
Chamkila.
Right?
Is the stopover at Faridkot or Jamalpur?
And shall we get Ripu home?
We will think about it after the show.
They are right over there!
Come on. Let's go.
Someone is going to finish studying too.
Do you have an exam?
...Bhai Amar Singh Chamkila
will be in front of you!
Keep applauding, guys!
The car doors have opened!
- In a few moments... - Shall we?
Bhai Amar Singh Chamkila will be in front of you!
Keep that energy going!
Keep applauding!
Keep applauding--
Oh, my Babbo!
Did anyone go into the room?
What is this, veer ji?
What happened?
Calm down, sister.
It's all over, veer ji.
And whatever's left,
will be taken by these people.
- Stop it. - No, it's not like that at all.
Of course it is!
They are petty!
Their daughter is lying dead here,
what are they doing in there?
They're collecting all the money and gold.
They know, they are not going to get anything from now.
What are you yapping about?
They won't leave even a bone.
- Have you lost it? - I said nothing wrong!
Do you know the nonsense...
A minute.
Enough.
Sir?
Shall we?
CHAMKILA AND AMARJOT
Bid me farewell
Now bid me farewell, my friend
Bid me farewell
I have to travel beyond
All of you are pure and righteous
I am the impure one
All of you are pure
I am an ocean of sins
Bid me farewell
Now bid me farewell, my friend
Today at the Police Headquarters,
addressing the press...
The Chamkila murder case file is closed.
We have other work. Can't pursue a mere singer's case.
A singer? Is Chamkila just a singer?
Do you know how many people get killed daily in Panjab?
- Do you know who Chamkila was? - Madam, step back.
What he was to his audience?
I know very well who Chamkila was.
The type of songs he made.
And what you guys wrote about him.
Don't make me open my mouth.
Why would you tell lies?
You speak the truth
The world where you live
Is not for me
I wanted to be with you longer
I really wanted to
But all the evil here
Was because of me
Bid me farewell
Now bid me farewell, my friend
- Greetings, mother. - God bless you, son.
What are you doing?
Homework.
Listen to it if you want to.
Chamkila.
First shout, and I got scared
Second shout, and I ran inside
Third shout, he called my name
And fell straight at the doorstep
Drunk loafers are loafing
First job, to create animosity
Second, to keep opening bottles
Third, to invite trouble
Let anyone come at your doorstep
This Jat shouts at your doorstep
I created Chamkila.
If not for me, he'd still be knitting socks.
I stopped hanging out with girls
Stopped wearing makeup
I stopped hanging out with girls
Stopped wearing makeup
Keeps roaming about the whole day In my street
This wretched loafer
Kisses a scarf and throws it at me
This wretched loafer
I became a loafer in your love
Look at this body through your window
I became a loafer in your love
Look at this body through your window
My bones are now soaked in alcohol
I've become an addict
Intoxication has consumed my alluring body
Intoxication has...
My son gave the money! Chamkila!
Subtitle translation by: Sneh Sharma Sheela Sijin Mathews