And, here they come.
Stepping out onto the field.
In Europe and the world over, this runner...
is known as the Indian saint.
He is India's Milkha Singh.
Milkha Singh
India's Milkha Singh still holds the world record.
Can he win gold for India in the 400m race?
On your mark.
Set.
The historic race has begun.
Milkha Singh leads...
It's time.
Will this be India's first gold?
At 200mts the gold is virtually in his pocket.
Run Milkha!
Run!
Why did he look back?
Hello?
Hello, Milkha?
What happened?
Ranvir, after the Rome Olympics loss...
I understand Milkha's mental state.
But you see...
our Prime Minister and Pakistan's President General Ayub Khan...
have great interest in this contest. What do we tell them?
The announcements are made.
Milkha is our star. If he refuses, it'll send the wrong signal.
Wrong signal?
It's about the upcoming India-Pakistan Games
Oh yes, yes. Please sit.
These games aren't just games but a means...
to bring our countries closer.
All the arrangements have been made, sir. Everything is on it track?
But?
Our star Milkha refuses to go to Pakistan.
Convince him.
We're trying. But since he lost the Rome Olympics...
You win some, you lose some.
Mr. Prime Minister,
Pardon me. My name is Ranvir Singh.
Milkha Singh's coach.
This isn't about losing in Rome.
He refuses to go to Pakistan...
for personal reasons.
Mr. Wad hwa...
take Ranvir Singh...
and go and talk to Milkha.
Good morning, sir.
Oh good morning come.
Sir, this is Gurudev Singh. I've told you about him.
Hello...
How are you, sir? - Very well.
Come in.
The Delhi to Chandigarh Amrapali Express is about to leave from platform no. 1.
Milkha Singh listens to him...
so I requested him to come too.
Thanks for coming, Mr. Gurudev Singh.
I hope you can help persuade Milkha.
Read this?
I will not go to Pakistan.
What is the reason?
It's a long story, sir.
Ourjourney to Chandigarh is long too.
I first met Milkha 6 years ago. In 1954...
at the Secunderabad Army Regiment Centre.
Recruit Paras Shard a!
Sir!
Recruit Sehore. - Sir.
Recruit Gopal Singh. - Sir.
Cadet Sujit Chawla. - Sir.
Every year young men enlist in the Army.
Milkha Singh was one of them.
Recruit Sahil. - Sir.
Recruit Suresh Kumar
Suresh Kumar?
Recruit Milkha Singh
Yes sir!
Yes, sir.
Two Milkha Singhs?
I'm Suresh Kumar, sir!
What took you so long?
Sorry, sir!
You have a shrill voice. Why did you join the army?
To fight, sir!
To fight? Or sing lullabies? Can you roar at the enemy?
I can, sir! - Let's hear you.
Attack!
Silence!
No laughing!
He can roar. He has balls.
Enemy, I'm coming!
From now you're no longer 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 clown?
No, sir.
That you are a hero? - No, sir.
No butting in.
Got it?
Got what?
No butting in!
Collect your treasures! Your trunk and plate.
No wives in sight.
He forgot mug.
You said something?
Sir, this mug.
NW9-
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 field of action, is your practice area.
And your duty is your penance.
He's always yelling.
Do this! Do that!
Will you eat? No? Then don't!
Imagine him talking to his wife...
Give me a kiss.
How about it!
Turn around. - Turn. No.
Hoye...a testing fire, a flock of merry men
A lonesome night, a night like this, put your hand on your heart, and together
Tell me what are we going to do?
Contribute selflessly, Contribute selflessly
Hoye...a testing fire, a flock of merry men
A lonesome night, a night like this, put your hand on your heart, and together
Tell me what are we going to do?
Contribute selflessly, Contribute selflessly
Hoye, all creatures must be fast asleep
While the spirits awake and crying loud
A lonesome night, a night like this, put your hand on your heart, and together
Tell me what are we going to do?
Contribute selflessly, Contribute selflessly
Wash! Clean! Dry!
Everybody Dye'. Order Dye'.!
We follow all orders...
Parade halt!
Wash! Clean! Dry!
For the making of a soldier
Parade halt!
Hoye...we'll run to turn to steel our...
Hoye...we'll run to be men of steel, to contribute selflessly
Hoye...a testing fire, a flock of merry men
A lonesome night, a night like this, put your hand on your heart, and together
Tell me what are we going to do?
Contribute selflessly, Contribute selflessly
Raging like a forest fire
The heart is also smoldering
Raging like a forest fire
The heart is also smoldering
A lonesome night, a night like this, put your hand on your heart, and together
Tell me what are we going to do?
Contribute selflessly, Contribute selflessly
Attention!
There will be a race tomorrow.
The centre Coach Gurudev Singh will explain.
At ease!
My name is Gurudev Singh.
The Indian Army is ready at all times
to serve and protect the country.
Besides that...
the Indian army has also given India...
its' finest sportsmen.
Tomorrow...
you will run a cross country race...
six miles long.
The ten fastest...
will be personally 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 all 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 special diet too...
a glass of milk and two raw eggs.
Attention!
Disperse!
One-two-three-one..
Hail India!
I'll win for the unit's honour.
We have to win.
Hear that? No fatigue duty for the top ten.
No cutting grass. I'll run like life depends on it!
All I can think about is the milk.
Taran, put in all your strength...
you have to get your fatigue excused.
Come on!
Why are you sitting here?
Stomach cramps. Can't move.
Think of the milk.
Come on.
Milk! Milk!
Run to beat everyone.
Run to come first.
Young man!
You ran well.
What happened?
Stomach cramps, sir.
We'll work on that.
Yes, sir!
Come on.
Eggs and milk!
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 love milk.
You drinking or me, same thing.
Then I'll finish all of it.
Shameless boy!
Little devil!
Chawli, I'm ready to eat.
Your chair. - Keep sitting...
Let's play...
spot the middle finger, Milkhu.
Ready?
The middle finger.
Got it...
Sure.
Sure. - Yes.
You win!
Your turn.
Hold it.
Here you go.
No holding back when you eat.
Ishri, don't you feed your husband?
He's become so thin.
Milkha.
I hear you're learning English at school.
Yes, brother-in-law.
Say something. We can learn some too.
Come on.
Come on son.
Go ahead!
King cat mouse ham 'm the house
King means Emperor. - Everyone knows that!
Is hatti English?
Maybe.
Go on.
King cat mouse in the house. C for cat in the fields.
Twinkle-Twinkle little star"
King cat mouse in the house.
My Milkhu speaks such good English.
A proper Englishman.
That's why I send him to school.
So he can be a somebody.
What will you be when you grow up?
A soldier, father.
My little soldier! Milkha Singh, Salute!
You make us late everyday.
We'll be on time.
The teacher will cane our backside.
And then?
Red Bums!
Red are tomatoes, red is the maiden's veil, red like Sampreefs bum.
Milkha's bum. - No, Sampreefs bum
Milkha.. - Come on.
Red are tomatoes, red is the maiden's veil, red like Sampreefs bum.
Q for...
Queen
Queen means?
S for... - Sun
Sun means..
R for... - Rose
Rose means?
Bum..
Milkha's red bum.
No. yours!
Sampreefs red bum.
Your bum will turn red too, if you get caned.
Sampreefs red bum!
Your red bum.
Stop.
My feet are on fire.
Come in the shade.
I have to reach home.
Let's wait till it's cooler.
We'll run across the dunes.
You nuts? Your feet will roast.
I'm off!
Hey... hey... Listen to me, Sardar.
Milkha...
you will now have to run 400...
400 means 400 meters.
Moron! Run one lap around the track.
Just one?
Guruji, I can easily do 20 laps.
Not 20!
Put the effort of 20 laps in one.
Yes sir.
Remember one thing.
These races are very important.
The first three will compete in the Brigade games.
They'll represent the Army.
Guru sir where are you going?
How are you?
How about some tea, butter milk?
Sure.
Milkha, I'll see you in a bit.
Yes. - Come on.
How are you, Taimoor? - Rana, sir.
You will lose this time.
How are your preparations? - Good.
Taimoor, how are your preparations?
Very good.
Where did you get that blazer?
Why?
I can see people who wear one are more respected.
I want one too.
You do, do you?
Who are you?
I'm Milkha Singh. EME Centre, Secunderabad Regiment,
an athlete.
And even excused from fatigue duty.
Come here Mr. Fatigue Excused.
This is the Indian team blazer.
It is not for riff-raffs.
Only for champions like me.
Got it?
Now run along.
Get lost!
Come on.
What are you looking at? Smart Sikh!
Milkha is India.
Milkha is a champion.
Champion Milkha Singh.
Bloody thief!
Stealing my blazer?
No, I was just trying it on.
Trying it on, were you?
Bloody thief!
Don't call me a thief.
What else are you?
He's been eyeing it all 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 only trying it on.
Think it's your pop's?
I was only trying it on.
I'm not a thief!
Let me go.
I'm not a thief!
Let him go!
We caught him stealing. - Shut up!
I wasn't stealing.
You liar!
Calm down!
Why did you wear his blazer?
You want one?
An India team blazer?
Just like that, eh?
Hey, it's not that easy.
You must earn it.
Work bloody hard for it. Be worthy of it.
You really want the blazer?
Then beat him.
Think you can?
Can you?
Yes I can.
You'll beat Sher Singh Rana?
Have you seen him run?
He's like a bullet.
Have you the guts?
Yes, I do.
You could try tomorrow.
You will beat a thousand Sher Singh Ranas.
On your mark.
Set.
Come on, gallop!
Well done! Go! Go!
You ran well.
You'd be first if it wasn't for the stone.
Gurudev, I choose him too.
Train him well. - Yes sir
Well 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.
Milkha Singh was a natural.
A gifted athlete.
We merely honed the diamond.
All that is very interesting, but...
I still don't see why he won't go to Pakistan.
Mr. Secretary, in 1947...
millions were celebrating India's freedom.
While others were mourning India's bloody partition.
Millions became refugees.
Milkha was among them.
His new village fell on the other side of the border, in Pakistan.
He was just a kid. 10-12 years or so...
He came to Delhi, narrowly escaping with his life.
He was all alone.
Ramdeyi...age 22.
Harjeet Kaur... age 24.
Gol Bazaar, Lahore.
Balveer Singh from Sahiwal... age 45.
His wife Hardev Kaur... age 41...
Their son, Preetam Singh... age 20...
and their daughter Gurrjeet Kaur... age 18.
Please reach the army stall.
Keemti Lal Kakar... age 36... from Meerpur.
Yes?
Is anyone from Govindpura?
Govindpura?
My village. Near Kot Addu.
In Multan, Punjab. - You mean it was!
Multan is in Pakistan now.
We'll fill the form.
Name?
Milkha Singh of Govindpura.
Who are you looking for? - lshri Kaur.
A relative?
My elder sister.
How old is she?
Don't know.
Jasdev Singh...age 45 years.
Gulvant Kaur...age 35 years.
Harbans Kaur...age 34 years.
All from Gujrawala, Lahore.
Please come to the Army stall.
Gulvinder from Mandi Bahauddin.
Bhinder from Miyanwale.
Babbu from Multan...
please reach the army stall.
Milkha Singh...
village Govindpura... district Multan...
please reach the army stall.
Milkha Singh, if you're hearing my voice, come to the army stall.
Milkhu!
Baldev, from Sahiwal.
Baljeet Sah an I. .
Milkhu!
Wrong finger.
My turn again.
Milkhu! Hold on tight.
I told your father: Let's move to India...
we have no place in Pakistan.
But he said, no...l will not leave my land!
What did their bravery get them?
Ishri!
Massage my feet.
Can't you hear? Massage my feet.
Don't make me call twice!
Don't worry. I will never leave you.
Never.
Ball. Ball. Ball.
Throw the ball. - What are you doing?
Milkha, pass the ball!
Hurry HP!
Pass the ball.
Pick it up!
Want a broken jaw?
Pick it up!
Take it!
It's a fight.
Now let's see you laugh.
You're tough!
Want to join our gang?
Have the guts?
Hurry UP-
It's been an hour.
You damn...
He's just a child!
Get out!
He's just a child!
I'll fix you.
Get lost!
No, Milkhu!
Over here!
If you are alive
Take it full on
Crush it into powder
With your feet
Take this pot of life
Drink it in one shot
Why die a little everyday
Give it your all and die with Gusto
Coal is black
Brought up by the mountains
Black on the surface, black underneath, black to the core
But the bugger is for real
If you are alive
Take it full on
Take this pot of life
Drink it in one shot
Why die a little everyday
Give it your all and die with Gusto
Coal is black
Brought up by the mountains
Black on the surface, black underneath, black to the core
But the bugger is for real
Crush it into powder
With your feet
Why let these dreams stop your feet
Untangle the threads, free you stride
Who keeps accounts of yesterday Who knows about tomorrow
irrigate the moment
Place the burning flame on your tongue
Then even your burnt lips shall sing
Your wounds shall hum
And your pain shall become a melody
If you are alive
Take it full on
Crush it into powder
With your feet
Stop.
Come here.
At ease. Name?
Recruit Milkha Singh.
Out this late?
Training for the selection, sir!
Nights are for sleeping. Train in the day.
No time in the day, sir!
I'll see about that.
Yes, sir.
Go and sleep.
Hail India, sir.
Left-right-left.
Squad. Attention!
Turn left.
Recruit Milkha Singh. - Yes, sir.
What do you do at night? - Sleep, sir!
Sleep? Or run?
Run. Then sleep, sir!
You complained 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'll 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? - Sleep, sir!
Now go! Do your running!
Yes, sir.
Go on!
Hail India!
Don't stop. Don't think.
Keep running, else you'll get a kick on your ass.
Run!
Come on!
What water does he drink?
That's sweat. Not water.
Sweat?
Milkha's sweat.
So much?
He fills a mug a day.
I thought he was mad, but I see he's totally crazy now.
Milkha!
You please go ahead.
I am loved by all
A soldier of the country
Sing with me, Hail India!
I will grow up to be the nation's pride
A shining star in the world's eyes
I will forge ahead
Left right, left right, halt!
Take your buckets!
Here.
Listen.
Yes. - I'll carry them for you.
Please.
They're heavy. Please let 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 lover resembles God
My beloved resembles God
My lover resembles God
My beloved resembles God
Should I love him or worship him
Isn't it one and the same?
Allah is the foremost
This is close to my house.
Can't see anything.
Allah is the foremost
I told you I would help.
Helping your sister or helping yourself?
So?
Pick up the buckets!
I was working.
I know what's going on!
Why should I visit the temple?
When love is my God
Why should I visit a mosque?
When love is my God
Hey!
I'm in love with you.
What?
Water...
Should I love him or worship him
for you.
Should I love him or worship him
Isn't it one and the same?
Allah is the foremost
What's your name?
Sorry?
Odd name, sorry
Biro...
Your home...
My name is Milkha Singh.
My lover resembles God
My beloved resembles God
So Romeo is alone today?
Did someone else take the buckets?
Allah is the foremost
You, a cascading waterfall of divine light
I, an age old thirst
With my eyes I gulped
Those bountiful waters
I spend my life just gazing at you
I immediately take off thoughts of any other that tries to wrap me
Should I love him or worship him
Isn't it one and the same?
Allah is the foremost
I love you. Do you?
I love you too.
My feet dance the bhangra
While my breath taps the beat
I sing songs of love wherever I go
Should I love him or worship him
What are you doing right now?
Allah is the foremost
Nothing much.
Allah 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 holiday.
Holiday.
Gandhiji's birth anniversary.
What is Gandhiji's holiday?
Gandhiji got us freedom from the British.
So it's a national holiday on his birthday.
National holiday?
We have national holidays for important people.
One day there'll be a holiday in Milkha'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 cycle.
I'm talking about the butter tins.
Did you steal them?
What are you saying? No!
I worked hard for them.
Do you have a bill?
A bill for what? They're mine.
This is the Shahdara police station.
Without a receipt you can't take them past here.
Collect them when you have the bill.
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 will take them both.
You sure?
Oh yes...very sure.
What do you think you are doing?
What are you doing? You will fall sick.
Move back.
Have you lost 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, Milkha?
51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56..
...57..
...91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96..
Have you lost 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 steal...
thieves and goons.
Biro!
I want to marry you.
Don't be shy.
We'll have dozens of Kids. Mahinder, Parminder, Jaswinder
Dharmender, Rajinder. - To be thieves like you?
I'll give up all that.
You trust me, don't you?
I'll make something of my life and come back for you.
Will you wait for me?
Yes.
Love can conquer anything.
He didn't ask for much.
Just a small business... to help live an honest life.
But to earn money, you need money don't you?
A thousand? Too much...
Do something!
We will need a year.
I don't have a year!
One big last job then.
No, no more stealing...
I don't want to be a thief.
Ticket please...
Ticket.
Milkha, you've got them?
No.
Look again.
Hurry HP!
There are other passengers too.
Stop.
Milkha, run!
Run!
Run! Milkha Run!
Why did you come here? - Let's go.
Where are your gold earrings?
You sold them to post my bail, didn't you?
I've always taken from you.
Don't talk nonsense!
Let's go home.
He struggled hard...
knocked at many a doors.
Ultimately, the Army gave him respectability.
Maybe fate was now on his side.
You moron! Loosen up. Grip hard!
Fool! Lift your legs.
These shoes are full of nails.
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.
Milkha, Ranvir Singh, the Indian team coach.
Your blessings, sir.
God bless you.
How are you?
Fighting with these nails sir.
Now you are, but soon these spikes will be your best friends.
Sir, can't we run barefoot in the Olympics?
Don't be..
Come with me.
Run and show me.
Come back.
Easy... easy...
Why are you hiding their names?
Who were they?
Tell me their names once and I will...
Looks like we'll need to admit him in the hospital tomorrow.
All his efforts gone to waste.
Male no.1 Makhan Singh.
Male no.2 Albert D'Costa.
Male no.3 Shersingh Rana.
Male no.4 Kartar Singh.
Male no.5 Milkha Singh.
Yes, sir. - Oh, God.
Have you gone mad?
Let it be.
Milkha.
Sit down.
Listen carefully...
you'll get more chances.
If you run now, you could damage your legs forever.
Understood.
Gurudev, make him see sense.
Don't be stubborn...
forget it.
What are you doing?
Your feet are swollen!
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 like a ship...
...which will save you in troubled waters
The ones who have Nanak's name in their hearts,
Nanak makes them cross the ocean of life
Well done!
Are you all right?
Well done.
Are you all right?
Milkha, you broke the national record.
You crazy fellow...
you've broken the national record.
Guruji.
Milkha has become India!
Milk and turmeric powder heals wounds fast.
Who is Milkha Singh?
I am.
I need your measurements for the blazer.
Come in.
Length, 28 inches.
Chest, 38 inches.
During the measurement Milkha looked as shy...
as a new bride getting her wedding gown stitched.
Shoulder, 18 inches.
Arms, 28 inches.
Waist, 28 inches.
Wrist, 10 inches.
Jassi.
Yes?
Milkha.
Milkha!
I am your Milkhu.
I am not a ghost.
No!
Why wear a coat in this heat?
This isn't any coat, it's a blazer.
The Indian team blazer. Look!
Your brother has worked very hard for it.
Here, you wear it.
I'll look silly in a coat.
Not me.
Try m
Put it on.
All this fuss for a coat.
It looks so good on you.
Now put your hands in the pockets.
Like this.
Sister, stop crying.
Do you want to flood the Chenab river?
O dyer of my soul
O dyer of my soul in the river of your colour
I want to be immersed
I don't want a separate identity from yours
A single breath I will not take separate from you
Let my soul be torn from my body
I don't want a separate identity from yours
Dye me in your colour
Gently let the colour seep in
Let rain soaked colour drench me
Make me your own, make me your own
Crafted like an ornament
I want to wear you my love
Come to my lips let me sing you
Be my only song
Grind away my anguish
Dissolve into me
Melt into me
Make me your own
Dye me in your colour
Gently let the colour seep in
Let rain soaked colour drench me
Make me your own, make me your own
Dye me in your colour
Gently let the colour seep in
Let rain soaked colour 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 yourself.
Meeru, someone else live here now.
Where is she?
You look Smart.
The others will be thrilled.
I am asking about Biro and you are rambling on.
Come let's meet the gang.
Hey, stop it.
What has happened to her?
They don't live here anymore.
Where do they?
Don't know.
Come out with it now.
What happened?
She was married off.
All this was happening and you didn't tell me?
What could I tell you?
And what if I had told you?
Would you have dropped everything and come? It was too late.
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 single breath I will not take separate from you
Let my soul be torn from my body
I don't want a separate identity from yours
I can't do it without you.
Crazy fellow! Of course you can!
Everything will be fine.
Ranvir Singh is a great coach.
I'm losing everyone.
Foolish boy!
Birds that fly high up don't get attached to small trees.
The sky is the limit.
You're off to Australia, a foreign country.
Come on! Give me a hug.
Hey Milkha.
Our seats are together.
Mahinder, how does one tie this belt?
Tie it the way you tie pajamas.
Like this. - Hello.
Hello.
Let me help you.
There you are.
When do we undo it?
When the plane 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 fools.
We aren't fools...
dumb either.
Then become so.
Hey, it's going to take off!
The way you speed up before a long jump, same thing.
We're about to fly! 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.
Milkha, what's wrong?
Look clouds below us...
we're above the clouds. - Yes.
I can't see a thing!
We'll crash! Let's get out, come on!
Sit down.
Milkha, sit down.
Sir, he's too high!
We'll crash, sir!
Sir, I can't see anything.
Excuse me. All fine?
What happened? Please take the seat.
What happened?
Look. We're too high up! He'll crash the plane.
Don't worry. The plane flies over the clouds. Please calm down.
Please take care of the boys.
Who are you?
The captain. I fly the plane.
And you left the controls?
Don't worry, two of us fly a plane.
Please take care of them. - Yes.
Everything okay?
Remember, Mahinder
Nothing can harm those whom God protects.
Look at those guys.
They're walking to us.
Talk to them.
Hi.
Hello.
You guys from India?
Yes, India.
I like the way you do your hair.
Boys, come here. -Yes, sir.
Mr. Peter Hamilton.
Our technical advisor.
A champion in his day.
All yours.
Ranvir, what's this about?
That's the Indian way of respecting coaches.
Why don't you get them rounded up to my place.
Don't take that trouble, Mr. Hamilton.
It's no problem at all.
It'll give the boys a chance to loosen up a bit. Get to know each other.
Okay then.
Peter, you've beautiful set of pictures here.
They are wonderful. - Thanks, Ranvir.
That one there, is my favorite.
Jesse Youngs. Brightest.
The champion of champions...
a brilliant athlete.
Hey, granddad. We're going out.
See you in the morning. - Stella. 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 beautiful granddaughter, Stella.
Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you too.
Welcome to Melbourne. - Thank you.
These are my friends. This is Lindsy and Jane.
Hi. - Hello.
So, you had a big day. You relaxing?
No, I'm Milkha Singh. 400mts.
You dumb fool...
she's asking how you are? Not your name.
Yes, relaxing. Boys are relaxing fine. - Okay, good.
Granddad, do you think it would be okay if the boys came out with us?
Would you like to come with us? There's dancing, and music.
You think so?
Go see the city...
...Take a look around...
make friends.
Yes, sir.
But don't be late for practice tomorrow.
Yes, sir.
But don't be late for practice tomorrow.
Don't be late.
No, don't be late.
Thank you.
Gentlemen, beer.
What is this? - No, no, beer.
No beer.
Cheers.
Hey you slow moving foreigner why fritter time away
Walk straight into my arms, why dither so?
You, my whiskey, my hooch
You've intoxicated me so
Don't stop me, restrain me not, let me drink like a king
Blend-in boy, blend-in
In the darkness of the night the hands go astray
The lips start to lie and morals start to loosen
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, let me drink like a king
Blend-in boy, blend-in
Who's there?
Oh! The wrong key.
Wakey-wakey!
No beer.
Sorry, sir.
You're never late. What's going on?
Answer me.
I had some beer last night, sir.
You came here to drink beer? - No, sir.
Why did you come here?
To run, sir.
You have a qualifying race in 4 days.
If you don't qualify...
you're out.
Look at me!
Milkha Singh.
To be a sportsman, you have to be determined...
disciplined and dedicated.
Sorry, sir.
Go warm up.
Yes, sir.
Did you score?
No.
Tell me. - Hey, Singh!
I'll see you later.
You're as delicate as glass
Breathe lightly
God forbid you shatter when you strain to turn
You need me so let me carry you away
Walking gently, I'll turn into a habit
You, my whiskey, my hooch
You've intoxicated me so
Don't stop me, restrain me not, let me drink like a king
Hey, Singh.
I am so sorry.
You need to go easy on yourself, it's so tough out there.
Hey.
You're not blaming me, are you?
Are you?
Sorry, Stella.
You're not the problem.
I'm the problem.
I'm really going to miss you.
Sorry.
Sir.
What is the 400m world record, sir?
The world is lashing out at you
Welcome the battle cry
Your arms are like oars
Feet that raise an uproar
Your every vein is iron ore
You are fire Milkha
Now you run Milkha
Now you run Milkha, run Milkha, run run run run run Milkha
Let go the baggage of yesterday
Cut the ropes and leashes that bind you
This earth shall question you
Each breath like fire from the kiln
Now awaken Milkha
Now you run Milkha
O rod of steel
O boat
O rod of steel
Turn around the tides of fire
O boat
Your glory lies in sinking
o ju"9le, O jungle
Today you will take on the cities
Now you run Milkha
Milkha, get up!
Did you hear what I said?
Get up.
The world record is broken.
Milkha Singh has broken the world record!
Everyone is cheering... hear them?
I want that paper back!
Throw off all your cares and troubles
The skeletons of the past
The soles of your feet are like horse shoes
You've got to do it come what may
Yes. Come on, move.
Move, Milkha.
Tear open the wheels of that chariot Turn it into the divine disc
Bind well the laces of war
The lion has emerged from his lair
Fire the bullet Milkha
Now you must run Milkha
It killed me.
But I enjoyed it!
Sir, what is this?
Put them on.
They're heavy. - Tie them up.
I can't lift my feet, sir.
Never mind... you'll enjoy this even more.
Now you must rise Milkha
You are fire Milkha
Now you must rise Milkha
You are fire Milkha
O rod of steel
O boat
The field is your cradle
Cover it with your splendour
The mountains are at your head
Drape the entire sky
Tie the turban of resolve Milkha
Now you must run Milkha
Now you must rise Milkha
You are fire Milkha
Sorry, please forgive me.
I am not insulting you...
this is a fight with myself.
O Lord! May I die on my feet, not on my knees.
Abdul Khaliq was Pakistan's pride.
The fastest runner in Asia.
Milkha couldn't wait to see him run.
The next day he was to run against him.
I'm grateful to my countrymen and to Coach Javed.
Salaam! - Thanks.
Javed sir.
Your boy ran well.
Congratulations. - Thank you.
Bravo! You ruled the field.
Thank you, sir.
This is Milkha Singh.
India's 400m champion athlete.
Hello, sir.
You're competing in the 200m race.
All the best.
To you too.
Watch out.
Watch out, Khaliq.
I hear you ran away from Pakistan...
have been running ever since, huh?
Now you need to show your magic in 200m as well.
Come.
We've seen dozens like Milkha.
We have two choices...
leave our village and go to the new India.
Or change our religion as they ask.
We shall not eat cow's meat!
They can behead us, but we will never change our religion!
Prepare to fight then.
When Guru Govind Singh left Anantpur Sahib...
and reached Garhwal fort...
. he had only 40 Sikhs with him.
While the enemy were a million!
Guruji dressed his sons in armour...
...and sent them to battle.
His forty men fought hard.
They fought a mighty army.
How will we fight?
They have weapons, horses...
And us?
What do we have?
Enough of bravado!
Thousands are leaving for India...
we should go too.
A sparrow will challenge an eagle,
A lamb will fight a lion,
One man will fight a million.
Guru Govind Singh, bless us!
A sparrow will challenge an eagle,
A lamb will fight a lion,
One man will fight a million.
Guru Govind Singh, bless us!
Come on.
Milkha. Are you alright, son?
Jai Hind sir.
Today, you won't salute us, we salute you.
The whole unit salutes you.
India salutes you.
Proud.
Milkha, you are an officer now.
No.
All because of the pat on my back and a kick on my butt from you sir.
Stay well, my son.
I wish you a thousand joys.
You have made me happy.
Congratulations to his friends!
Many many congratulation for Milkhas winning.
Let's celebrate!
Bite through the electric fire
Chew the metal's vibrating current
Set aflame your every pore
Without burning yourself there's no glow
The flames are burning Milkha
Run Milkha
Excuse me. Can I have a photograph please?
Of course.
Thank you.
Son, you have made us proud.
Now make India's flag flutter high at the Rome Olympics.
The hopes of all India ride on you.
I will run like my life depends on it.
Wonderful.
Son, what can we do for you?
Panditji, if I win, can you declare a national holiday?
Of course.
A call from Pakistan.
Gentlemen. Excuse me, please. - Yes.
Ladies and Gentlemen.
An important announcement...
what a coincidence that while you are all here and...
Pakistan's President, Field Marshal Ayub Khan has called.
He has accepted my proposal of the lndo-Pak friendship games.
It's an important step toward friendship...
between our two nations.
I would like...
Milkha Singh to lead our contingent...
to Pakistan.
All eyes were on Milkha.
But there was a storm brewing in Milkha's head.
Milkha, run!
Run!
Why are you standing here?
Son. Son.
Listen to me...
don't be scared.
No harm will come to you.
Don't be scared.
Son, be brave.
You'll be fine.
Run, Milkha! Run!
Get out of here.
Run, Milkha! Run!
Don't turn back to look!
So, Pakistan is a terrible memory for Milkha...
and we have come to revive those memories.
We have reached Chandigarh.
We've reached.
But what shall we say to Milkha?
You have a nice garden.
It seems gardening interests you.
Seems so.
It has suddenly turned cold in Chandigarh hasn't it?
You're right.
Thank you.
Sir, sugar? - One spoon.
Thank you.
So much sugar, Milkha?
It's not good for you.
Oh! That's mine...
You aren't here to discuss the weather and sugar.
Milkha, Nehruji wants to meet you.
I can't do it sir.
My feet won't move.
My family's blood is in that air, I won't be able to breathe.
Son...
You're a soldier. Your country needs you now.
If you must wage war with your own self for it...
then you should.
Right now, it's important.
Peace and harmony must prevail between our countries.
Sports are an important means to that goal.
That's all very well, sir...
but why won't Milkha Singh meet the press?
What's the problem?
Did he rebuff Khaliq's challenge?
Why the empty chair?
He knows coming to Pakistan...
is a mistake.
Mr. Khaliq, can you defeat him?
God willing
But where is Milkha Singh?
Everyone, please sit down!
Mother!
Why are you crying?
Crying is no good.
Don't cry.
Your photo...
Is this you?
Red is the maiden's veil...
Red are tomatoes...
Red like Sampreefs butt!
Milkha's butt.
Sampreet!
Milkha.
I thought you were...
I Survived...
People aren't bad, Milkha. But circumstances can make them bad.
Partition was a bad time. Remember our Muslim teacher...
he raised me and got me married.
Some milk?
You love it I'm told. - Yes, sister-in-law.
Aren't you the Milkha 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 looking 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 planes throwing colour in the skies...
and General Ayub Khan of Pakistan...
is entering the stadium in his magnificent cavalcade.
Your Excellency, good morning. - Welcome to Pakistan.
Thank you, sir. - All the best.
Same to you, sir. - Sir.
All the best. - Thank you, sir.
Best of luck. - Thank you, sir.
All the best. - Thank you, sir.
All the best, Milkha Singh. - Thank you, sir.
Khaliq.
Pakistan's hopes are riding on you.
I will do my best.
All the best. - Thank you, sir.
And the tension is building.
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, Milkha.
You're the best. You're the champ.
Squad..
Go, my lion! Run!
Go, son.
Do it.
Yes.
Milkha Singh.
This could be the last race of your life.
That's how I'll run it.
On your mark.
There is absolute silence...
everyone's eyes are on the race track.
Who will win?
India's hope Milkha Singh...
or Pakistan's star athlete, Asia's tornado, Abdul Khaliq.
Squad...
The gun is fired and the race has begun.
Pakistan's Abdul Khaliq is leading the pack...
looks as though he has decided to come and win today.
He seems to be reaching his goal effortlessly.
Without a care, without a worry, he is running towards the finish line.
Looks like his feet are about to kiss victory.
Come on. - Come on, son.
But wait a minute! Something else is happening here...
Milkha Singh is suddenly catching up...
and one by one he is leaving everyone behind!
And with such ease he has now overtaken Pakistan's Abdul Khaliq!
This can only be called a miracle which we may not ever get to witness again.
It seems as though Milkha Singh has grown wings...
the wind is carrying him forward...
or he is running above the clouds.
Come on, Milkha.
Throw off all your cares and troubles
The skeletons of the past
The soles of your feet are like horse shoes
You've got to do it come what may
You are fire Milkha
Hail Mother India!
To celebrate Milkha Singh's glorious victory in Pakistan...
I propose a public holiday in this honour.
Milkha has planted the Indian flag!
He's done it!
No one has ever run like you did today.
You didn't run my son, you flew.
From now on the world will know you as...
'The Flying Sikh.'
Pakistan bestows this title upon you...
with pride and honour.
Well done, my boy. Well done.
The world is lashing out at you. Welcome the battle cry.
Your arms are like oars. Feet that raise an uproar
Your every vein is iron ore. You are fire Milkha.
Now you run Milkha
Now you run Milkha, run Milkha, run run run run run Milkha
O rod of steel
O boat
O rod of steel. Turn around the tides of fire
O boat, Your glory lies in sinking
Now you run Milkha
Now you must rise Milkha
You are fire Milkha
Now awaken Milkha
You are fire Milkha
Now you must run Milkha
The field is your cradle. Cover it with your splendour
The mountains are at your head
Drape the entire sky
Tie the turban of resolve Milkha
You are fire Milkha.
Tear open the wheels of that chariot. Turn it into the divine disc.
Bind well the laces of war. The lion has emerged from his lair
Fire the bullet Milkha
Now you must run Milkha
Now awaken Milkha
You are fire Milkha
Bite through the electric fire
Chew the metal's vibrating current
Set aflame your every pore
Without burning yourself there's no glow
The flames are burning Milkha
Now awaken Milkha
You are fire Milkha
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