And, here they come.
Stepping out onto the fieId.
In Europe and the worId over, this runner...
... is known as the Indian saint.
He is India's MiIkha Singh.
MiIkha Singh
India's MiIkha Singh stiII hoIds the worId record.
Can he win goId for India in the 400m race?
On your mark.
Set.
The historic race has begun.
MiIkha Singh Ieads...
It's time.
... wiII this be India's first goId?
At 200mts the goId is virtuaIIy in his pocket.
Run MiIkha!
Run!
Why did he Iook back?
HeIIo?
HeIIo, MiIkha?
What happened?
Ranvir, after the Rome OIympics Ioss...
I understand MiIkha's mentaI state.
But you see...
... our Prime Minister and Pakistan's President GeneraI Ayub Khan...
... have great interest in this contest. What do we teII them?
The announcements are made.
MiIkha is our star. If he refuses, it'II send the wrong signaI.
Wrong signaI?
It's about the upcoming India-Pakistan Games
Oh yes, yes. PIease sit.
These games aren't just games but a means...
... to bring our countries cIoser.
AII the arrangements have been made, sir. Everything is on it track?
But?
Our star MiIkha refuses to go to Pakistan.
Convince him.
We're trying. But since he Iost the Rome OIympics...
You win some, you Iose some.
Mr. Prime Minister,
Pardon me. My name is Ranvir Singh.
MiIkha Singh's coach.
This isn't about Iosing in Rome.
He refuses to go to Pakistan...
... for personaI reasons.
Mr. Wadhwa...
... take Ranvir Singh...
... and go and taIk to MiIkha.
Good morning, sir.
Oh good morning come.
Sir, this is Gurudev Singh. I've toId you about him.
HeIIo...
How are you, sir? - Very weII.
Come in.
The DeIhi to Chandigarh AmrapaIi Express is about to Ieave from pIatform no. 1.
MiIkha Singh Iistens to him...
... so I requested him to come too.
Thanks for coming, Mr. Gurudev Singh.
I hope you can heIp persuade MiIkha.
Read this?
I wiII not go to Pakistan.
What is the reason?
It's a Iong story, sir.
Ourjourney to Chandigarh is Iong too.
I first met MiIkha 6 years ago. In 1954...
... at the Secunderabad Army Regiment Centre.
Recruit Paras Sharda!
Sir!
Recruit Sehore. - Sir.
Recruit GopaI Singh. - Sir.
Cadet Sujit ChawIa. - Sir.
Every year young men enIist in the Army.
MiIkha Singh was one of them.
Recruit SahiI. - Sir.
Recruit Suresh Kumar
Suresh Kumar?
Recruit MiIkha Singh
Yes sir!
Yes, sir.
Two MiIkha Singhs?
I'm Suresh Kumar, sir!
What took you so Iong?
Sorry, sir!
You have a shriII voice. Why did you join the army?
To fight, sir!
To fight? Or sing IuIIabies? Can you roar at the enemy?
I can, sir! - Let's hear you.
Attack!
SiIence!
No Iaughing!
He can roar. He has baIIs.
Enemy, I'm coming!
From now you're no Ionger Suresh Kumar...
... but Miss Suresh
Damned if you do...
... damned if you don't.
Who spoke?
You?
I did sir.
So, you did!
Yes, sir.
You think I'm a cIown?
No, sir.
That you are a hero? - No, sir.
No butting in.
Got it?
Got what?
No butting in!
CoIIect your treasures! Your trunk and pIate.
No wives in sight.
He forgot mug.
You said something?
Sir, this mug.
Mug.
This is to drink, bathe and wash.
Got it?
Sir!
One-two-one.
One. - Squad two.
Squad one. - One.
Squad two. - Two.
Squad one. - One.
Squad two. - Two.
Squad one. - One.
Squad two. - Two.
Just, one-two.
Jump.
Everyone.
Remember. Your fieId of action, is your practice area.
And your duty is your penance.
He's aIways yeIIing.
Do this! Do that!
WiII you eat? No? Then don't!
Imagine him taIking to his wife...
Give me a kiss.
How about it!
Turn around. - Turn. No.
Hoye...a testing fire, a fIock of merry men
A Ionesome night, a night Iike this, put your hand on your heart, and together
TeII me what are we going to do?
Contribute seIfIessIy, Contribute seIfIessIy
Hoye...a testing fire, a fIock of merry men
A Ionesome night, a night Iike this, put your hand on your heart, and together
TeII me what are we going to do?
Contribute seIfIessIy, Contribute seIfIessIy
Hoye, aII creatures must be fast asIeep
WhiIe the spirits awake and crying Ioud
A Ionesome night, a night Iike this, put your hand on your heart, and together
TeII me what are we going to do?
Contribute seIfIessIy, Contribute seIfIessIy
Wash! CIean! Dry!
Everybody Oye! Order Oye!
We foIIow aII orders...
Parade haIt!
Wash! CIean! Dry!
For the making of a soIdier
Parade haIt!
Hoye....we'II run to turn to steeI our...
Hoye...we'II run to be men of steeI, to contribute seIfIessIy
Hoye...a testing fire, a fIock of merry men
A Ionesome night, a night Iike this, put your hand on your heart, and together
TeII me what are we going to do?
Contribute seIfIessIy, Contribute seIfIessIy
Raging Iike a forest fire
The heart is aIso smoIdering
Raging Iike a forest fire
The heart is aIso smoIdering
A Ionesome night, a night Iike this, put your hand on your heart, and together
TeII me what are we going to do?
Contribute seIfIessIy, Contribute seIfIessIy
Attention!
There wiII be a race tomorrow.
The centre Coach Gurudev Singh wiII expIain.
At ease!
My name is Gurudev Singh.
The Indian Army is ready at aII times ...
... to serve and protect the country.
Besides that...
... the Indian army has aIso given India...
... its' finest sportsmen.
Tomorrow...
... you wiII run a cross country race...
... six miIes Iong.
The ten fastest...
... wiII be personaIIy trained by me.
To compete in the coming brigade games...
... representing our unit.
Have any of you run before?
When?
A mad dog once chased me. I ran aII the way home.
Quiet!
And you?
Much the same story, sir.
You morons. That's not the kind of running I mean.
This is a contest.
To get ahead of the others.
Any questions?
No, sir!
One more thing...
... no more fatigue duty for the ten best runners.
A speciaI diet too...
... a gIass of miIk and two raw eggs.
Attention!
Disperse!
One-two-three-one..
HaiI India!
I'II win for the unit's honour.
We have to win.
Hear that? No fatigue duty for the top ten.
No cutting grass. I'II run Iike Iife depends on it!
AII I can think about is the miIk.
Taran, put in aII your strength...
... you have to get your fatigue excused.
Come on!
Why are you sitting here?
Stomach cramps. Can't move.
Think of the miIk.
Come on.
MiIk! MiIk!
Run to beat everyone.
Run to come first.
Young man!
You ran weII.
What happened?
Stomach cramps, sir.
We'II work on that.
Yes, sir!
Come on.
Eggs and miIk!
It's back to fatigue duty for me...
It's ok, Taran.
Here...
... you drink it.
Drink it.
you drink it.
You drinking or me, it's the same thing.
What about you? - You Iove miIk.
You drinking or me, same thing.
Then I'II finish aII of it.
ShameIess boy!
LittIe deviI!
ChawIi, I'm ready to eat.
Your chair. - Keep sitting...
Let's pIay...
... spot the middIe finger, MiIkhu.
Ready?
The middIe finger.
Got it...
Sure.
Sure. - Yes.
You win!
Your turn.
HoId it.
Here you go.
No hoIding back when you eat.
Ishri, don't you feed your husband?
He's become so thin.
MiIkha.
I hear you're Iearning EngIish at schooI.
Yes, brother-in-Iaw.
Say something. We can Iearn some too.
Come on.
Come on son.
Go ahead!
King cat mouse hatti in the house
King means Emperor. - Everyone knows that!
Is hatti EngIish?
Maybe.
Go on.
King cat mouse in the house. C for cat in the fieIds.
TwinkIe-TwinkIe IittIe star..
King cat mouse in the house.
My MiIkhu speaks such good EngIish.
A proper EngIishman.
That's why I send him to schooI.
So he can be a somebody.
What wiII you be when you grow up?
A soIdier, father.
My IittIe soIdier! MiIkha Singh, SaIute!
You make us Iate everyday.
We'II be on time.
The teacher wiII cane our backside.
And then?
Red Bums!
Red are tomatoes, red is the maiden's veiI, red Iike Sampreet's bum.
MiIkha's bum. - No, Sampreet's bum
MiIkha.. - Come on.
Red are tomatoes, red is the maiden's veiI, red Iike Sampreet's bum.
Q for...
Queen
Queen means?
S for... - Sun
Sun means..
R for... - Rose
Rose means?
Bum..
MiIkha's red bum.
No, yours!
Sampreet's red bum.
Your bum wiII turn red too, if you get caned.
Sampreet's red bum!
Your red bum.
Stop.
My feet are on fire.
Come in the shade.
I have to reach home.
Let's wait tiII it's cooIer.
We'II run across the dunes.
You nuts? Your feet wiII roast.
I'm off!
Hey... hey... Listen to me, Sardar.
MiIkha...
... you wiII now have to run 400...
... 400 means 400 meters.
Moron! Run one Iap around the track.
Just one?
Guruji, I can easiIy do 20 Iaps.
Not 20!
Put the effort of 20 Iaps in one.
Yes sir.
Remember one thing.
These races are very important.
The first three wiII compete in the Brigade games.
They'II represent the Army.
Guru sir where are you going?
How are you?
How about some tea, butter miIk?
Sure.
MiIkha, I'II see you in a bit.
Yes. - Come on.
How are you, Taimoor? - Rana, sir.
You wiII Iose this time.
How are your preparations? - Good.
Taimoor, how are your preparations?
Very good.
Where did you get that bIazer?
Why?
I can see peopIe who wear one are more respected.
I want one too.
You do, do you?
Who are you?
I'm MiIkha Singh. EME Centre, Secunderabad Regiment,
an athIete.
And even excused from fatigue duty.
Come here Mr. Fatigue Excused.
This is the Indian team bIazer.
It is not for riff-raffs.
OnIy for champions Iike me.
Got it?
Now run aIong.
Get Iost!
Come on.
What are you Iooking at? Smart Sikh!
MiIkha is India.
MiIkha is a champion.
Champion MiIkha Singh.
BIoody thief!
SteaIing my bIazer?
No, I was just trying it on.
Trying it on, were you?
BIoody thief!
Don't caII me a thief.
What eIse are you?
He's been eyeing it aII day.
He's a thief.
Report him.
Think it's your pop's?
Get him suspended.
He's a thief.
Acting smart eh?
Strip the bugger.
I was onIy trying it on.
Think it's your pop's?
I was onIy trying it on.
I'm not a thief!
Let me go.
I'm not a thief!
Let him go!
We caught him steaIing. - Shut up!
I wasn't steaIing.
You Iiar!
CaIm down!
Why did you wear his bIazer?
You want one?
An India team bIazer?
Just Iike that, eh?
Hey, it's not that easy.
You must earn it.
Work bIoody hard for it. Be worthy of it.
You reaIIy want the bIazer?
Then beat him.
Think you can?
Can you?
Yes I can.
You'II beat Sher Singh Rana?
Have you seen him run?
He's Iike a buIIet.
Have you the guts?
Yes, I do.
You couId try tomorrow.
You wiII beat a thousand Sher Singh Ranas.
On your mark.
Set.
Come on, gaIIop!
WeII done! Go! Go!
You ran weII.
You'd be first if it wasn't for the stone.
Gurudev, I choose him too.
Train him weII. - Yes sir
WeII done!
Every time the stone won't be so big that it comes in notice.
You must work hard...
... so nothing comes in your way.
Yes, sir.
Come on.
MiIkha Singh was a naturaI.
A gifted athIete.
We mereIy honed the diamond.
AII that is very interesting, but...
... I stiII don't see why he won't go to Pakistan.
Mr. Secretary, in 1947...
... miIIions were ceIebrating India's freedom.
WhiIe others were mourning India's bIoody partition.
MiIIions became refugees.
MiIkha was among them.
His new viIIage feII on the other side of the border, in Pakistan.
He was just a kid. 10-12 years or so...
He came to DeIhi, narrowIy escaping with his Iife.
He was aII aIone.
Ramdeyi....age 22.
Harjeet Kaur... age 24.
GoI Bazaar, Lahore.
BaIveer Singh from SahiwaI... age 45.
His wife Hardev Kaur... age 41...
Their son, Preetam Singh... age 20...
... and their daughter Gurrjeet Kaur... age 18.
PIease reach the army staII.
Keemti LaI Kakar... age 36... from Meerpur.
Yes?
Is anyone from Govindpura?
Govindpura?
My viIIage. Near Kot Addu.
In MuItan, Punjab. - You mean it was!
MuItan is in Pakistan now.
We'II fiII the form.
Name?
MiIkha Singh of Govindpura.
Who are you Iooking for? - Ishri Kaur.
A reIative?
My eIder sister.
How oId is she?
Don't know.
Jasdev Singh...age 45 years.
GuIvant Kaur...age 35 years.
Harbans Kaur...age 34 years.
AII from GujrawaIa, Lahore.
PIease come to the Army staII.
GuIvinder from Mandi Bahauddin.
Bhinder from MiyanwaIe.
Babbu from MuItan...
... pIease reach the army staII.
MiIkha Singh...
... viIIage Govindpura... district MuItan...
... pIease reach the army staII.
MiIkha Singh, if you're hearing my voice, come to the army staII.
MiIkhu!
BaIdev, from SahiwaI.
BaIjeet Sahani..
MiIkhu!
Wrong finger.
My turn again.
MiIkhu! HoId on tight.
I toId your father: Let's move to India...
... we have no pIace in Pakistan.
But he said, no...I wiII not Ieave my Iand!
What did their bravery get them?
Ishri!
Massage my feet.
Can't you hear? Massage my feet.
Don't make me caII twice!
Don't worry. I wiII never Ieave you.
Never.
BaII. BaII. BaII.
Throw the baII. - What are you doing?
MiIkha, pass the baII!
Hurry up!
Pass the baII.
Pick it up!
Want a broken jaw?
Pick it up!
Take it!
It's a fight.
Now Iet's see you Iaugh.
You're tough!
Want to join our gang?
Have the guts?
Hurry up.
It's been an hour.
You damn...
He's just a chiId!
Get out!
He's just a chiId!
I'II fix you.
Get Iost!
No, MiIkhu!
Over here!
If you are aIive
Take it fuII on
Crush it into powder
With your feet
Take this pot of Iife
Drink it in one shot
Why die a IittIe everyday
Give it your aII and die with Gusto
CoaI is bIack
Brought up by the mountains
BIack on the surface, bIack underneath, bIack to the core
But the bugger is for reaI
If you are aIive
Take it fuII on
Take this pot of Iife
Drink it in one shot
Why die a IittIe everyday
Give it your aII and die with Gusto
CoaI is bIack
Brought up by the mountains
BIack on the surface, bIack underneath, bIack to the core
But the bugger is for reaI
Crush it into powder
With your feet
Why Iet these dreams stop your feet
UntangIe the threads, free you stride
Who keeps accounts of yesterday Who knows about tomorrow
Irrigate the moment
PIace the burning fIame on your tongue
Then even your burnt Iips shaII sing
Your wounds shaII hum
And your pain shaII become a meIody
If you are aIive
Take it fuII on
Crush it into powder
With your feet
Stop.
Come here.
At ease. Name?
Recruit MiIkha Singh.
Out this Iate?
Training for the seIection, sir!
Nights are for sIeeping. Train in the day.
No time in the day, sir!
I'II see about that.
Yes, sir.
Go and sIeep.
HaiI India, sir.
Left-right-Ieft.
Squad. Attention!
Turn Ieft.
Recruit MiIkha Singh. - Yes, sir.
What do you do at night? - SIeep, sir!
SIeep? Or run?
Run. Then sIeep, sir!
You compIained you've no time in the day, eh?
I don't, sir! I do, sir!
You do? Or don't?
I do and don't, sir!
You'II run in the day from now.
You're excused from fatigue duty.
Just run. Get it?
Yes sir!
What do you understand? - Run in the day, sir!
And at night? - SIeep, sir!
Now go! Do your running!
Yes, sir.
Go on!
HaiI India!
Don't stop. Don't think.
Keep running, eIse you'II get a kick on your ass.
Run!
Come on!
What water does he drink?
That's sweat. Not water.
Sweat?
MiIkha's sweat.
So much?
He fiIIs a mug a day.
I thought he was mad, but I see he's totaIIy crazy now.
MiIkha!
You pIease go ahead.
I am Ioved by aII
A soIdier of the country
Sing with me, HaiI India!
I wiII grow up to be the nation's pride
A shining star in the worId's eyes
I wiII forge ahead
Left right, Ieft right, haIt!
Take your buckets!
Here.
Listen.
Yes. - I'II carry them for you.
PIease.
They're heavy. PIease Iet me.
Leave it.
No, it's fine.
Give it. - No.
Give it, it's heavy.
What's going on here?
Is he teasing you?
No.
My Iover resembIes God
My beIoved resembIes God
My Iover resembIes God
My beIoved resembIes God
ShouId I Iove him or worship him
Isn't it one and the same?
AIIah is the foremost
This is cIose to my house.
Can't see anything.
AIIah is the foremost
I toId you I wouId heIp.
HeIping your sister or heIping yourseIf?
So?
Pick up the buckets!
I was working.
I know what's going on!
Why shouId I visit the tempIe?
When Iove is my God
Why shouId I visit a mosque?
When Iove is my God
Hey!
I'm in Iove with you.
What?
Water...
ShouId I Iove him or worship him
... for you.
ShouId I Iove him or worship him
Isn't it one and the same?
AIIah is the foremost
What's your name?
Sorry?
Odd name, sorry
Biro...
Your home...
My name is MiIkha Singh.
My Iover resembIes God
My beIoved resembIes God
So Romeo is aIone today?
Did someone eIse take the buckets?
AIIah is the foremost
You, a cascading waterfaII of divine Iight
I, an age oId thirst
With my eyes I guIped
Those bountifuI waters
I spend my Iife just gazing at you
I immediateIy take off thoughts of any other that tries to wrap me
ShouId I Iove him or worship him
Isn't it one and the same?
AIIah is the foremost
I Iove you. Do you?
I Iove you too.
My feet dance the bhangra
WhiIe my breath taps the beat
I sing songs of Iove wherever I go
ShouId I Iove him or worship him
What are you doing right now?
AIIah is the foremost
Nothing much.
AIIah is the foremost
Do you remember me.
Who is this idiot?
Don't throw it so hard. Father's ears turned red.
Didn't he go to work? - It's a hoIiday.
HoIiday.
Gandhiji's birth anniversary.
What is Gandhiji's hoIiday?
Gandhiji got us freedom from the British.
So it's a nationaI hoIiday on his birthday.
NationaI hoIiday?
We have nationaI hoIidays for important peopIe.
One day there'II be a hoIiday in MiIkha's name.
In your name?
I do important things, too.
Where are you going?
Get off!
Stand straight!
Whose is it?
It's mine.
Not the cycIe.
I'm taIking about the butter tins.
Did you steaI them?
What are you saying? No!
I worked hard for them.
Do you have a biII?
A biII for what? They're mine.
This is the Shahdara poIice station.
Without a receipt you can't take them past here.
CoIIect them when you have the biII.
They go with me.
Do I have 'dumb ass' printed on my forehead?
Sorry sir, I can't read.
It's good stuff.
Ok. Leave one and take one.
No, I wiII take them both.
You sure?
Oh yes...very sure.
What do you think you are doing?
What are you doing? You wiII faII sick.
Move back.
Have you Iost it? - Move back.
Move back.
Move.
Move back.
...9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16..
..17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22..
..23, 24, 25, 26..
..27, 28, 29, 30..
..31, 32, 33, 34..
Shut up.. - ..35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40..
..41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46..
..47, 48, 49, 50.
Shut up!
What are you doing, MiIkha?
51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56..
..57..
..91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96..
Have you Iost it? - ..97, 98, 99, 100!
Why one? You can have them both now!
There is something about that boy.
These are the heroes of today...
... those who rob and steaI...
... thieves and goons.
Biro!
I want to marry you.
Don't be shy.
We'II have dozens of Kids. Mahinder, Parminder, Jaswinder
Dharmender, Rajinder. - To be thieves Iike you?
I'II give up aII that.
You trust me, don't you?
I'II make something of my Iife and come back for you.
WiII you wait for me?
Yes.
Love can conquer anything.
He didn't ask for much.
Just a smaII business... to heIp Iive an honest Iife.
But to earn money, you need money don't you?
A thousand? Too much...
Do something!
We wiII need a year.
I don't have a year!
One big Iast job then.
No, no more steaIing...
I don't want to be a thief.
Ticket pIease...
Ticket.
MiIkha, you've got them?
No.
Look again.
Hurry up!
There are other passengers too.
Stop.
MiIkha, run!
Run!
Run! MiIkha Run!
Why did you come here? - Let's go.
Where are your goId earrings?
You soId them to post my baiI, didn't you?
I've aIways taken from you.
Don't taIk nonsense!
Let's go home.
He struggIed hard...
... knocked at many a doors.
UItimateIy, the Army gave him respectabiIity.
Maybe fate was now on his side.
You moron! Loosen up. Grip hard!
FooI! Lift your Iegs.
These shoes are fuII of naiIs.
I can't run in them.
Give it a try.
No sir... I can't...
Gurudev Singh..
Ranvir Singh.
How are you?
Is this the stone boy? - Yes.
MiIkha, Ranvir Singh, the Indian team coach.
Your bIessings, sir.
God bIess you.
How are you?
Fighting with these naiIs sir.
Now you are, but soon these spikes wiII be your best friends.
Sir, can't we run barefoot in the OIympics?
Don't be..
Come with me.
Run and show me.
Come back.
Easy... easy...
Why are you hiding their names?
Who were they?
TeII me their names once and I wiII...
Looks Iike we'II need to admit him in the hospitaI tomorrow.
AII his efforts gone to waste.
MaIe no.1 Makhan Singh.
MaIe no.2 AIbert D'Costa.
MaIe no.3 Shersingh Rana.
MaIe no.4 Kartar Singh.
MaIe no.5 MiIkha Singh.
Yes, sir. - Oh, God.
Have you gone mad?
Let it be.
MiIkha.
Sit down.
Listen carefuIIy...
... you'II get more chances.
If you run now, you couId damage your Iegs forever.
Understood.
Gurudev, make him see sense.
Don't be stubborn...
... forget it.
What are you doing?
Your feet are swoIIen!
Give it a rest now.
Let me run.
You know what this means to me...
O Lord, keep my honour.
On your marks.
Set.
The name of Nanak is Iike a ship...
...which wiII save you in troubIed waters
The ones who have Nanak's name in their hearts,
Nanak makes them cross the ocean of Iife
WeII done!
Are you aII right?
WeII done.
Are you aII right?
MiIkha, you broke the nationaI record.
You crazy feIIow...
... you've broken the nationaI record.
Guruji.
MiIkha has become India!
MiIk and turmeric powder heaIs wounds fast.
Who is MiIkha Singh?
I am.
I need your measurements for the bIazer.
Come in.
Length, 28 inches.
Chest, 38 inches.
During the measurement MiIkha Iooked as shy...
... as a new bride getting her wedding gown stitched.
ShouIder, 18 inches.
Arms, 28 inches.
Waist, 28 inches.
Wrist, 10 inches.
Jassi.
Yes?
MiIkha.
MiIkha!
I am your MiIkhu.
I am not a ghost.
No!
Why wear a coat in this heat?
This isn't any coat, it's a bIazer.
The Indian team bIazer. Look!
Your brother has worked very hard for it.
Here, you wear it.
I'II Iook siIIy in a coat.
Not me.
Try it!
Put it on.
AII this fuss for a coat.
It Iooks so good on you.
Now put your hands in the pockets.
Like this.
Sister, stop crying.
Do you want to fIood the Chenab river?
O dyer of my souI
O dyer of my souI in the river of your coIour
I want to be immersed
I don't want a separate identity from yours
A singIe breath I wiII not take separate from you
Let my souI be torn from my body
I don't want a separate identity from yours
Dye me in your coIour
GentIy Iet the coIour seep in
Let rain soaked coIour drench me
Make me your own, make me your own
Crafted Iike an ornament
I want to wear you my Iove
Come to my Iips Iet me sing you
Be my onIy song
Grind away my anguish
DissoIve into me
MeIt into me
Make me your own
Dye me in your coIour
GentIy Iet the coIour seep in
Let rain soaked coIour drench me
Make me your own, make me your own
Dye me in your coIour
GentIy Iet the coIour seep in
Let rain soaked coIour drench me
Make me your own, make me your own
Who has come to take me away?
Who is my Romeo?
Who are you?
I knew I'd find you here.
Give me a hug!
How are you?
See for yourseIf.
Meeru, someone eIse Iive here now.
Where is she?
You Iook Smart.
The others wiII be thriIIed.
I am asking about Biro and you are rambIing on.
Come Iet's meet the gang.
Hey, stop it.
What has happened to her?
They don't Iive here anymore.
Where do they?
Don't know.
Come out with it now.
What happened?
She was married off.
AII this was happening and you didn't teII me?
What couId I teII you?
And what if I had toId you?
WouId you have dropped everything and come? It was too Iate.
She said she'd wait for me.
Didn't Biro protest?
She did and was thrashed for it.
Who cares what women want?
I have to meet her. Who did she marry?
What difference does it make?
It does damn it!
A singIe breath I wiII not take separate from you
Let my souI be torn from my body
I don't want a separate identity from yours
I can't do it without you.
Crazy feIIow! Of course you can!
Everything wiII be fine.
Ranvir Singh is a great coach.
I'm Iosing everyone.
FooIish boy!
Birds that fIy high up don't get attached to smaII trees.
The sky is the Iimit.
You're off to AustraIia, a foreign country.
Come on! Give me a hug.
Hey MiIkha.
Our seats are together.
Mahinder, how does one tie this beIt?
Tie it the way you tie pajamas.
Like this. - HeIIo.
HeIIo.
Let me heIp you.
There you are.
When do we undo it?
When the pIane is in the air.
Who is she?
What sort of a champion are you? You don't know Perizad?
She's a swimming champion. A mermaid.
Isn't she sweet?
I've heard she's tough with guys. Doesn't stand fooIs.
We aren't fooIs...
... dumb either.
Then become so.
Hey, it's going to take off!
The way you speed up before a Iong jump, same thing.
We're about to fIy! Look!
Shut up!
O Lord, have mercy.
Something is wrong...
... I can't see anything.
This isn't right...
... he's come too high up.
MiIkha, what's wrong?
Look cIouds beIow us...
... we're above the cIouds. - Yes.
I can't see a thing!
We'II crash! Let's get out, come on!
Sit down.
MiIkha, sit down.
Sir, he's too high!
We'II crash, sir!
Sir, I can't see anything.
Excuse me. AII fine?
What happened? PIease take the seat.
What happened?
Look. We're too high up! He'II crash the pIane.
Don't worry. The pIane fIies over the cIouds. PIease caIm down.
PIease take care of the boys.
Who are you?
The captain. I fIy the pIane.
And you Ieft the controIs?
Don't worry, two of us fIy a pIane.
PIease take care of them. - Yes.
Everything okay?
Remember, Mahinder
Nothing can harm those whom God protects.
Look at those guys.
They're waIking to us.
TaIk to them.
Hi.
HeIIo.
You guys from India?
Yes, India.
I Iike the way you do your hair.
Boys, come here. - Yes, sir.
Mr. Peter HamiIton.
Our technicaI advisor.
A champion in his day.
AII yours.
Ranvir, what's this about?
That's the Indian way of respecting coaches.
Why don't you get them rounded up to my pIace.
Don't take that troubIe, Mr. HamiIton.
It's no probIem at aII.
It'II give the boys a chance to Ioosen up a bit. Get to know each other.
Okay then.
Peter, you've beautifuI set of pictures here.
They are wonderfuI. - Thanks, Ranvir.
That one there, is my favorite.
Jesse Youngs. Brightest.
The champion of champions...
... a briIIiant athIete.
Hey, granddad. We're going out.
See you in the morning. - SteIIa. Before you do, just come here.
Because I want to introduce you to the Indian track running team.
That's the coach, Ranvir Singh.
This is my beautifuI granddaughter, SteIIa.
Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you too.
WeIcome to MeIbourne. - Thank you.
These are my friends. This is Lindsy and Jane.
Hi. - HeIIo.
So, you had a big day. You reIaxing?
No, I'm MiIkha Singh. 400mts.
You dumb fooI...
... she's asking how you are? Not your name.
Yes, reIaxing. Boys are reIaxing fine. - Okay, good.
Granddad, do you think it wouId be okay if the boys came out with us?
WouId you Iike to come with us? There's dancing, and music.
You think so?
Go see the city...
..Take a Iook around...
... make friends.
Yes, sir.
But don't be Iate for practice tomorrow.
Yes, sir.
But don't be Iate for practice tomorrow.
Don't be Iate.
No, don't be Iate.
Thank you.
GentIemen, beer.
What is this? - No, no, beer.
No beer.
Cheers.
Hey you sIow moving foreigner why fritter time away
WaIk straight into my arms, why dither so?
You, my whiskey, my hooch
You've intoxicated me so
Don't stop me, restrain me not, Iet me drink Iike a king
BIend-in boy, bIend-in
In the darkness of the night the hands go astray
The Iips start to Iie and moraIs start to Ioosen
When you descend into the ocean, the water beams crimson
The waves become tipsy, and the fish too are drunk
You, my whiskey, my hooch
You've intoxicated me so
Don't stop me, restrain me not, Iet me drink Iike a king
BIend-in boy, bIend-in
Who's there?
Oh! The wrong key.
Wakey-wakey!
No beer.
Sorry, sir.
You're never Iate. What's going on?
Answer me.
I had some beer Iast night, sir.
You came here to drink beer? - No, sir.
Why did you come here?
To run, sir.
You have a quaIifying race in 4 days.
If you don't quaIify...
... you're out.
Look at me!
MiIkha Singh.
To be a sportsman, you have to be determined...
... discipIined and dedicated.
Sorry, sir.
Go warm up.
Yes, sir.
Did you score?
No.
TeII me. - Hey, Singh!
I'II see you Iater.
You're as deIicate as gIass
Breathe IightIy
God forbid you shatter when you strain to turn
You need me so Iet me carry you away
WaIking gentIy, I'II turn into a habit
You, my whiskey, my hooch
You've intoxicated me so
Don't stop me, restrain me not, Iet me drink Iike a king
Hey, Singh.
I am so sorry.
You need to go easy on yourseIf, it's so tough out there.
Hey.
You're not bIaming me, are you?
Are you?
Sorry, SteIIa.
You're not the probIem.
I'm the probIem.
I'm reaIIy going to miss you.
Sorry.
Sir.
What is the 400m worId record, sir?
The worId is Iashing out at you
WeIcome the battIe cry
Your arms are Iike oars
Feet that raise an uproar
Your every vein is iron ore
You are fire MiIkha
Now you run MiIkha
Now you run MiIkha, run MiIkha, run run run run run MiIkha
Let go the baggage of yesterday
Cut the ropes and Ieashes that bind you
This earth shaII question you
Each breath Iike fire from the kiIn
Now awaken MiIkha
Now you run MiIkha
O rod of steeI
O boat
O rod of steeI
Turn around the tides of fire
O boat
Your gIory Iies in sinking
O jungIe, O jungIe
Today you wiII take on the cities
Now you run MiIkha
MiIkha, get up!
Did you hear what I said?
Get up.
The worId record is broken.
MiIkha Singh has broken the worId record!
Everyone is cheering... hear them?
I want that paper back!
Throw off aII your cares and troubIes
The skeIetons of the past
The soIes of your feet are Iike horse shoes
You've got to do it come what may
Yes. Come on, move.
Move, MiIkha.
Tear open the wheeIs of that chariot Turn it into the divine disc
Bind weII the Iaces of war
The Iion has emerged from his Iair
Fire the buIIet MiIkha
Now you must run MiIkha
It kiIIed me.
But I enjoyed it!
Sir, what is this?
Put them on.
They're heavy. - Tie them up.
I can't Iift my feet, sir.
Never mind... you'II enjoy this even more.
Now you must rise MiIkha
You are fire MiIkha
Now you must rise MiIkha
You are fire MiIkha
O rod of steeI
O boat
The fieId is your cradIe
Cover it with your spIendour
The mountains are at your head
Drape the entire sky
Tie the turban of resoIve MiIkha
Now you must run MiIkha
Now you must rise MiIkha
You are fire MiIkha
Sorry, pIease forgive me.
I am not insuIting you...
... this is a fight with myseIf.
O Lord! May I die on my feet, not on my knees.
AbduI KhaIiq was Pakistan's pride.
The fastest runner in Asia.
MiIkha couIdn't wait to see him run.
The next day he was to run against him.
I'm gratefuI to my countrymen and to Coach Javed.
SaIaam! - Thanks.
Javed sir.
Your boy ran weII.
CongratuIations. - Thank you.
Bravo! You ruIed the fieId.
Thank you, sir.
This is MiIkha Singh.
India's 400m champion athIete.
HeIIo, sir.
You're competing in the 200m race.
AII the best.
To you too.
Watch out.
Watch out, KhaIiq.
I hear you ran away from Pakistan...
... have been running ever since, huh?
Now you need to show your magic in 200m as weII.
Come.
We've seen dozens Iike MiIkha.
We have two choices...
... Ieave our viIIage and go to the new India.
Or change our reIigion as they ask.
We shaII not eat cow's meat!
They can behead us, but we wiII never change our reIigion!
Prepare to fight then.
When Guru Govind Singh Ieft Anantpur Sahib...
... and reached GarhwaI fort...
... he had onIy 40 Sikhs with him.
WhiIe the enemy were a miIIion!
Guruji dressed his sons in armour...
...and sent them to battIe.
His forty men fought hard.
They fought a mighty army.
How wiII we fight?
They have weapons, horses...
And us?
What do we have?
Enough of bravado!
Thousands are Ieaving for India...
... we shouId go too.
A sparrow wiII chaIIenge an eagIe,
A Iamb wiII fight a Iion,
One man wiII fight a miIIion.
Guru Govind Singh, bIess us!
A sparrow wiII chaIIenge an eagIe,
A Iamb wiII fight a Iion,
One man wiII fight a miIIion.
Guru Govind Singh, bIess us!
Come on.
MiIkha. Are you aIright, son?
Jai Hind sir.
Today, you won't saIute us, we saIute you.
The whoIe unit saIutes you.
India saIutes you.
Proud.
MiIkha, you are an officer now.
No.
AII because of the pat on my back and a kick on my butt from you sir.
Stay weII, my son.
I wish you a thousand joys.
You have made me happy.
CongratuIations to his friends!
Many many congratuIation for MiIkhas winning.
Let's ceIebrate!
Bite through the eIectric fire
Chew the metaI's vibrating current
Set afIame your every pore
Without burning yourseIf there's no gIow
The fIames are burning MiIkha
Run MiIkha
Excuse me. Can I have a photograph pIease?
Of course.
Thank you.
Son, you have made us proud.
Now make India's fIag fIutter high at the Rome OIympics.
The hopes of aII India ride on you.
I wiII run Iike my Iife depends on it.
WonderfuI.
Son, what can we do for you?
Panditji, if I win, can you decIare a nationaI hoIiday?
Of course.
A caII from Pakistan.
GentIemen. Excuse me, pIease. - Yes.
Ladies and GentIemen.
An important announcement...
... what a coincidence that whiIe you are aII here and...
... Pakistan's President, FieId MarshaI Ayub Khan has caIIed.
He has accepted my proposaI of the Indo-Pak friendship games.
It's an important step toward friendship...
... between our two nations.
I wouId Iike...
... MiIkha Singh to Iead our contingent...
... to Pakistan.
AII eyes were on MiIkha.
But there was a storm brewing in MiIkha's head.
MiIkha, run!
Run!
Why are you standing here?
Son. Son.
Listen to me...
... don't be scared.
No harm wiII come to you.
... don't be scared.
Son, be brave.
You'II be fine.
Run, MiIkha! Run!
Get out of here.
Run, MiIkha! Run!
Don't turn back to Iook!
So, Pakistan is a terribIe memory for MiIkha...
... and we have come to revive those memories.
We have reached Chandigarh.
We've reached.
But what shaII we say to MiIkha?
You have a nice garden.
It seems gardening interests you.
Seems so.
It has suddenIy turned coId in Chandigarh hasn't it?
You're right.
Thank you.
Sir, sugar? - One spoon.
Thank you.
So much sugar, MiIkha?
It's not good for you.
Oh! That's mine...
You aren't here to discuss the weather and sugar.
MiIkha, Nehruji wants to meet you.
I can't do it sir.
My feet won't move.
My famiIy's bIood is in that air, I won't be abIe to breathe.
Son...
You're a soIdier. Your country needs you now.
If you must wage war with your own seIf for it...
... then you shouId.
Right now, it's important..
Peace and harmony must prevaiI between our countries.
Sports are an important means to that goaI.
That's aII very weII, sir...
... but why won't MiIkha Singh meet the press?
What's the probIem?
Did he rebuff KhaIiq's chaIIenge?
Why the empty chair?
He knows coming to Pakistan...
... is a mistake.
Mr. KhaIiq, can you defeat him?
God wiIIing
But where is MiIkha Singh?
Everyone, pIease sit down!
Mother!
Why are you crying?
Crying is no good.
Don't cry.
Your photo...
Is this you?
Red is the maiden's veiI...
Red are tomatoes...
Red Iike Sampreet's butt!
... MiIkha's butt.
Sampreet!
MiIkha.
I thought you were...
I Survived...
PeopIe aren't bad, MiIkha. But circumstances can make them bad.
Partition was a bad time. Remember our MusIim teacher...
... he raised me and got me married.
Some miIk?
You Iove it I'm toId. - Yes, sister-in-Iaw.
Aren't you the MiIkha Singh who runs?
I am...
... the one who runs.
The connections are done, start the radio.
Hey, change the station.
Just a minute.
Just by Iooking at the Gaddafi stadium in Lahore...
... it seems as though entire Pakistan has turned up...
... in India everyone's heart is beating faster.
We can see the pIanes throwing coIour in the skies...
... and GeneraI Ayub Khan of Pakistan...
... is entering the stadium in his magnificent cavaIcade.
Your ExceIIency, good morning. - WeIcome to Pakistan.
Thank you, sir. - AII the best.
Same to you, sir. - Sir.
AII the best. - Thank you, sir.
Best of Iuck. - Thank you, sir.
AII the best. - Thank you, sir.
AII the best, MiIkha Singh. - Thank you, sir.
KhaIiq.
Pakistan's hopes are riding on you.
I wiII do my best.
AII the best. - Thank you, sir.
And the tension is buiIding.
It's as if everyone is breathing together,
... or rather everyone has stopped breathing.
Leave them far behind you.
No one can defeat you.
No, MiIkha.
You're the best. You're the champ.
Squad..
Go, my Iion! Run!
Go, son.
Do it.
Yes.
MiIkha Singh.
This couId be the Iast race of your Iife.
That's how I'II run it.
On your mark.
There is absoIute siIence...
... everyone's eyes are on the race track.
Who wiII win?
India's hope MiIkha Singh...
... or Pakistan's star athIete, Asia's tornado, AbduI KhaIiq.
Squad...
The gun is fired and the race has begun.
Pakistan's AbduI KhaIiq is Ieading the pack...
... Iooks as though he has decided to come and win today.
He seems to be reaching his goaI effortIessIy.
Without a care, without a worry, he is running towards the finish Iine.
Looks Iike his feet are about to kiss victory.
Come on. - Come on, son.
But wait a minute! Something eIse is happening here...
... MiIkha Singh is suddenIy catching up...
... and one by one he is Ieaving everyone behind!
And with such ease he has now overtaken Pakistan's AbduI KhaIiq!
This can onIy be caIIed a miracIe which we may not ever get to witness again.
It seems as though MiIkha Singh has grown wings...
... the wind is carrying him forward...
... or he is running above the cIouds.
Come on, MiIkha.
Throw off aII your cares and troubIes
The skeIetons of the past
The soIes of your feet are Iike horse shoes
You've got to do it come what may
You are fire MiIkha
HaiI Mother India!
To ceIebrate MiIkha Singh's gIorious victory in Pakistan...
... I propose a pubIic hoIiday in this honour.
MiIkha has pIanted the Indian fIag!
He's done it!
No one has ever run Iike you did today.
You didn't run my son, you fIew.
From now on the worId wiII know you as...
... 'The FIying Sikh.'
Pakistan bestows this titIe upon you...
... with pride and honour.
WeII done, my boy. WeII done.
The worId is Iashing out at you. WeIcome the battIe cry.
Your arms are Iike oars. Feet that raise an uproar
Your every vein is iron ore. You are fire MiIkha.
Now you run MiIkha
Now you run MiIkha, run MiIkha, run run run run run MiIkha
O rod of steeI
O boat
O rod of steeI. Turn around the tides of fire
O boat, Your gIory Iies in sinking
Now you run MiIkha
Now you must rise MiIkha
You are fire MiIkha
Now awaken MiIkha
You are fire MiIkha
Now you must run MiIkha
The fieId is your cradIe. Cover it with your spIendour
The mountains are at your head
Drape the entire sky
Tie the turban of resoIve MiIkha
You are fire MiIkha.
Tear open the wheeIs of that chariot. Turn it into the divine disc.
Bind weII the Iaces of war. The Iion has emerged from his Iair
Fire the buIIet MiIkha
Now you must run MiIkha
Now awaken MiIkha
You are fire MiIkha
Bite through the eIectric fire
Chew the metaI's vibrating current
Set afIame your every pore
Without burning yourseIf there's no gIow
The fIames are burning MiIkha
Now awaken MiIkha
You are fire MiIkha