Ginni.
Why didn't you ever tell me?
Ginni, I'm talking to you.
But I'm not talking to you.
Because you didn't speak up when you should have.
It was my responsibility to save you at any cost.
yours was to save me.
You broke the basic promise of siblings.
It's Mrs Poonam's call.
Hello.
Yes, Mrs Poonam. Greetings.
You didn't come for the morning prayers today.
What?
What are you saying?
Fine. I'm coming.
Yes.
What happened?
Abhishek has fired Dhillon.
On Gurpurab?
Is he crazy or what?
Listen. I'll meet you directly at the Gurudwara.
Bring my clothes.
Okay.
Please compose yourself.
You trust me, don't you?
Yes.
I'll definitely find some solution.
A Ragi singer has to follow three important points.
First point:
"Sing, and listen, and let your mind be filled with love."
In other words,
always harbour love for the Divine in their heart
while singing the eulogies of the Timeless One.
Second point:
"The Word, the Bani is Guru,"
"and Guru is the Bani."
Gurbani is a direct message from the Timeless Being to humanity;
we ought to imbibe it
into our lives as the Truth
and listen to His voice.
"Those who perform service"
"and practice truth,"
"obtain the fruits of their rewards."
The point is that...
The one who worships Lord sincerely,
his life and death are fruitful.
Praise the Lord.
Dhillon.
Don't worry.
I'll do something.
Brother, we'll have to do something.
My husband doesn't keep well.
I've to shoulder the entire family's responsibility.
What if he sacks me as well?
25 years!
I gave 25 years of my life to this office!
Is it right to sack me for such a trivial matter?
And I always supported him.
Dhillon. Dhillon, calm down.
Calm down.
Here. Drink water.
It's okay.
I'll do something.
I gave a loan to Jinda on your saying.
There was a recovery of 2 lakhs.
When I checked,
I found out that the documents were not proper.
He said he'll rectify the documents.
- He... - No!
- He fired me! - No!
No, Dhillon. No.
Please. Please. You...
Sit down.
Sit.
See, you've to trust my decisions.
And I'm doing cost-cutting for you.
As it is, the work will get automated.
No. No. Sir, please let me handle this.
I take the responsibility of the results.
Yes, sir.
What's going on, sir?
What do you mean?
There is so much imbalance in the company because of you senior citizens.
And what are you doing here?
You don't have a festival to celebrate?
Just go and enjoy your festival.
Sir, I know Jinda quite well.
He is an illiterate man. He is poor.
One of us will have to obviously help him out.
So, I helped him.
I'm his guarantor.
And I'm a sweeper
that I'll sweep the mistakes you people make.
And who the hell are you claiming authorization?
- Huh? - Sir.
You told me.
What?
What did I say?
Don't you have brains of your own?
Do you channelize all your intellect and focus in singing?
Sir.
You're getting personal.
Who is a professional here?
Everybody is trying to maintain their friendship and relations.
Instead of doing their work, people are busy singing.
Sir!
Mr Abhishek Sharma.
Pardon me.
This is not entertainment for us.
This is Gurbani.
Guru's words.
Guru's sacred words.
It's sacred service for us.
If you don't have faith in our religion, it's okay.
But at least don't ridicule our religion.
You're talking about being personal.
Do you even know what personal means?
95% of the recovery done by the company
is due to our personal ties.
Because everybody in Sukthalpur is personal.
They trust each other.
They respect each other. They have faith in each other.
I could have also complained about you.
But I didn't do that.
Do you know why?
Because we're personal.
That's what our Lord has taught us.
The one who commits a sin,
wish him well.
Wish everybody well.
Forgive others.
Will you complain about me?
Are you doing me a favour by working here?
All of you don't deserve forgiveness. Got that?
Who is even apologizing to you?
You've become so great.
You've become our big boss.
Do you even know the meaning of boss?
It doesn't mean firing your employees for trivial matters.
A boss is supposed to support his employees.
One more word
and I can fire even you. Got that?
Will you fire me?
I'm firing myself.
I'm leaving the job.
My resignation will be on your table within half an hour.
Mr Harminder, you cannot do that.
I cannot do that?
Sir, I've already done it.
- No. - Listen to me...
And yes.
I request you.
Today is Gurpurab.
Come to the Gurudwara. Pray over there.
And yes,
eat 'langar' before you leave.
Greetings.
Harminder, you've resigned.
I don't want to do this job.
If you're resigning, I'll also quit the job.
Yes, sir.
- I also don't want to work here. - Yes.
Hey! Hold on! Hold on! What's wrong with you guys?
What are you guys saying?
Are you in your senses?
Mr Harminder.
Explain to them.
What will I say to the management?
Try to understand.
- You... - Sir. Sir.
- You're a professional. - No.
- I'm sure you'll find some answer. - No.
Okay. Goodbye.
I'll also try to be personal. Mr Harminder, listen to me.
Will he be able to carry forward his father's legacy?
No. I don't think so.
I also don't think so.
What do you think?
Will he be able to sing?
'On Gurpurab,
my son Ghuppi will sit here and sing hymns.'
'And he'll be the Gurudwara's next Ragi singer.'
Our Ghupinder, is going to sing during Gurupurab.
'I couldn't be a good father.'
'I couldn't fulfil my last promise to you.'
'I couldn't be a good son either.'
'You've to make your father proud.'
The Khalsa belongs to Waheguru.
The victory belongs to Waheguru.
The day
my father made the announcement
that I'll be a Ragi singer,
a fear gripped my mind.
that I might stammer in front of everyone
and become a joke for everybody
But today...
I won't be scared of stammering.
My biggest weakness is that I cannot speak fluently.
I gave my weakness a lot of importance.
I made it my identity.
In these few weeks...
I've learnt a lot
I saw...
my weaknesses.
I've too many weaknesses.
For the first time in my life...
I saw my father...
Not as a father.
But as Ragi Harminder Singh.
I understood several things
about a Ragi singer.
Singing devotional hymns on the auspicious occasion of Gurpurab,
is a great responsibility.
I'm not worthy of it.
I'll try.
But not alone.
The one who truly deserves it...
should get the responsibility of a Ragi singer.
The true contender of taking this legacy forward...
What are you saying, son?
Girls cannot sing devotional hymns here.
You leave it.
Gurmeet will do it.
Parmeet,
everybody is equal in the eyes of God.
Guru Nanak has said it so nicely.
'Why call her inferior?
From her Kings are born.'
For God's sake, let the young fellow speak.
Continue, son.
My dear Ginni.
Forgive your brother.
I made a grave mistake.
Isn't that what you say on Gupchup Gupchup?
No, brother. I cannot do this.
What are you saying?
Trust me today.
You consider me as your brother, don't you?
So, trust me.
The Khalsa belongs to Waheguru.
The victory belongs to Waheguru.
The Khalsa belongs to Waheguru.
The victory belongs to Waheguru.
Harminder.
Didn't I tell you?
Someday your children will make you proud.
Your legacy won't be lost.
Look at this.
Granthiji,
yesterday when you told me
that my children will make me proud,
I thought perhaps you're saying it
to please me or to cheer me up.
But...no.
As always, you were right, respected Granthi ji.
Thank you, Lord. Thank you.
Son, remain seated.
It's Lord's grace.
I got
a capable and sensible son like Ghuppi.
Manjot's upbringing
and values
made Ginni and Ghuppi
such obedient children.
I used to always worry about my family's legacy.
That's why I always told Ghuppi only one thing.
You've to handle the legacy.
I never discerned that Ghuppi
can sing another tune of life as well.
Today, my son did an outstanding thing.
He made me proud.
Not only did he keep my honour intact,
but he also taught me a great lesson.
You need to truly live your legacy.
It shouldn't be forced upon you.
Respected Congregation.
I wanted my son Ghuppi to handle my legacy.
And all this while my daughter Ginni
was handling it silently.
Bless you, dear.
May God bless you!
You're the true contender of your father's legacy, dear.
Forgive me.
Ghuppi.
You want to play football, don't you?
No, papa ji.
You'll have to play.
Respected congregation.
My son Ghuppi will make our town proud.
Don't you have a match today, son?
Come.
I'll drop you.
Go.
Bless him, everybody.
He has a district level match today.
Greet the Lord.
Love you, papa.
All the best, brother. Play well.
- Play well. - Yes.
- Thank you, Lord. - Come, son.
God bless him.
Come on.
- Bye, papa. - Ghuppi.
Son, remember.
Pass the ball, Guppi !
Pass the ball, Guppi!
Ghuppi! Pass! Pass! Pass!