That fine summer night when I started to feel cold...Shah Rukh's voice warmed me up like a cup of hot cocoa! Well...not necessarily this dramatic dialogue from Pardes. But this needs to have its own place in my collection. Note: The red dialogue belongs to Amrish Puri. :P
Sach?? Sach toh aap janna hi nahi chahte.
Truth?? You actually do not want to know the truth.
Kyun ki jo sach sunna chahte hai, woh apne jeb mein pistol aur dil mein nafrat lekar nahi aate Sir.
Because those who want to hear the truth, don't bring a pistol in their pockets along with hatred in their heart Sir.
Bohot bada kaleja chahiye Sir. Bohot bada kaleja chahiye sach ko sunne ke liye.
You need to have a lot of courage Sir. You need to have a lot of courage to hear the truth.
Aur sach yeh hai ke jab aadmi daulat aur takat ki waje se jitna bada hota jata hai, utna hi sach aur asliyat se dur hota jata hai.
And the truth is that as a person grows big because of money and power, he becomes equally distant from the truth and reality.
Woh samajhta hai ke jo usne socha, wohi sach hai. Jo usne kiya, wohi thik hai.
He understands that whatever he thinks is the truth. Whatever he does is righteous.
Aur aap ke saath bhi aisa hi hua hai Sir...bade toh aap ban gaye, lekin khud ke mamle mein zara chotein rehe gaye.
And that's what happened with you too Sir...you became big but you remained small in your personal matters.
Kyun ki sach yeh hai ke aap ne khud se jhooth bola. Jhooth bola ke Ganga jaisi Hindustani ladki aapke iss fhirange-luma ladke ki patni ban sakhti hai.
Because the truth is that you lied to yourself. You lied that an Indian girl like Ganga is suitable to become wife to this Western boy of yours.
Aur iss jhooth ko sach karwane ke liye aap ne mujhse bhi jhooth bulwaya.
And to turn this lie into truth, you made me speak lies too.
Aur main aap ke ehsaano ke bojh mein daba hua jhooth par jhooth bolta chala gaya, jhooth par jhooth bolta chala gaya.
And I was under so much debt to you that I kept telling lies after lies after lies.
Bolta chala gaya ke Rajeev bohot acha ladka hai, bohot acha ladka hai Rajeev. Cigarette sharab ladki, koi aeb nahi hai uss mein.
I kept saying that Rajeev is a nice boy, Rajeev is a very nice boy. Cigarette, alcohol, women...he has no flaws at all.
Woh ek bohot hi mahaan Hindustani ka ladka hai. Ek bohot hi raees Hindustani ka ladka hai. Bohot hi amir Hindustani ka ladka hai.
He is son of a great Indian. He is son to a leading Indian. Son of a very rich Indian.
Ladka hai! Ladka hai Sir. Lekin Hindustani nahi hai. Aur sach yeh hai, ke maine Ganga se bhi hamesha jhooth bola.
He is a boy! He is a boy, Sir. But not Indian. And the truth is that I always lied to Ganga.
Kya rishta hai tumhara Ganga ke saath??
What relationship do you share with Ganga??
Vishwas ka. Man ka. Maryada ka. Pooja ka. Pyaar ka.
Of trust. Of honor. Of dignity. Of worship. Of love.
Agar Ganga ki hifazzat karna pyar hai toh hai. Hai! Hai! Pyaar hai! Aur hamesha rahega Sir.
If protecting Ganga means love then it is love. It is! It is! It is love! And it will always be so, Sir.
Lekin maine Ganga ko kabhi apne liye hasil karne ko koshish nahi ki. Aur nahi aaj karunga Sir.
But I never tried to achieve Ganga for myself. And I won't do it today either, Sir.
Kyun ki...kyun ki Ganga aap ki amanat hai. Babuji ki hai. Maaji ki amanat hai.
Because...because Ganga is yours. Dad's. Mom's.
Chalta hoon Sir. Ab wapas nahi aaunga.
Will get going, Sir. This time I will not come back.
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