Parizaad Episode 8 | Eng Sub| 7 Sep, Presented By ITEL Mobile, NISA Cosmetics & West Marina | HUM TV

Hajjan bua spoke to Salim’s family about my share in the house.

Is this true?

Shhh!!!

Don’t you dare!

This is a secret so keep it that way!

I’d like you to write poetry for me.

So, Ma didn’t say anything wrong!

Your brothers and sisters-in-law are sitting on your share of your inheritance!

How much money does brother Salim need to restart his business?

He needs at least three to four lac rupees.

And here we don’t even have three to four thousand on our name.

Why do you ask?

No reason.

Do you know where the legitimate property papers to the house

and father’s stamped will might be kept?

No.

But why are you asking me about all this?

Now see here Pari,

as it is our sisters-in-law have a bare tolerance for your presence in that house.

And now with me gone,

all they need is a minor excuse for them to throw you out of that house forever!

I was only asking is all.

No!

As I just said, you will not do anything.

Forget that house

and father’s will.

I will deal with whatever is destined for me

but for the love of God,

don’t create problems for yourself.

Are you listening?

Lubna?

Where are you Lubna, we are getting late!

Lubna?

Naseem?

Naseem?

Where’s Miss. Lubna?

Madam, she’s taken the chauffeur and gone to the university.

What?!

When did she leave?

She left a little while ago.

Hey Parizaad!

What’s wrong?

Why do you look so stressed out today?

Those people whom we hold most dear in our lives,

Why do they suffer constant pain and go through suffering?

And what’s tragic is that even if we want to help them, we can’t.

Your conversation is always so full of depth Parizaad.

I’ve really learnt a lot from you these few days.

Anyways tell me, what the problem is and maybe I can help you.

Uh…

My sister going through some problems at her in-law’s place.

...But don’t worry about it…

and tell me,

why do you look so disturbed today?

I also have some problems, please find a solution for them.

I see.

And here I thought that all the world’s suffering, problems and

worries were meant for poor people like us.

But the fact that the rich also have problems is something I’ve learnt today.

Sometimes they might be even more.

When we moved here it was because mama had some lands out here

which she wanted sold in her presence.

And now that the deal’s done she wants us to go back.

Parizaad, I’m so fed up of constantly being on the move

I see…

so this is what’s troubling you.

But don’t you worry, I’ve now told mama

that I’m not leaving this place until I’ve completed my degree.

May I ask you something?

Uh…

I’ve met your mama

but you’ve never mentioned your father?

Dad?

Um…

My parents got separated a long time ago.

Oh,

I see.

Anyways, I don’t want to discuss this topic.

Tell me something, all your poetry…

all the poems that you’ve written to date…

why don’t you compile them into one book and publish them!

You’ll become real famous!

Famous?

You mean to say infamous.

No!

By famous I mean renowned!

You mean,

‘If I become infamous, wont I then become renowned?’

Yes, something like that.

Forget that house

and father’s will.

I will deal with whatever is destined for me.

So, tell us what tune are you going to play for us today?

I’ve composed a new tune.

Who’s is it?

I composed it myself.

Hmm

He’s claiming to have composed it himself.

You think I can’t compose one?

I mean… first perfect the tunes composed by others and then..

Oh, hey Parizaad,

come sit.

No, I was… uh… looking for Lubna.

I haven’t seen her around these past two days.

We’ve been looking for her as well.

I wonder where she’s disappeared to.

I stopped at her house on my way back yesterday

but the servants told me she’d gone out shopping with her mother.

But isn’t her second semester about to begin?

We were talking about the same thing just now

and she’s always been very particular about her classes.

She’s never done this before.

She’s never gone absent without letting someone know.

There must be something wrong…

let’s see.

I’ll try getting in touch with her again.

Don’t worry Parizaad.

Let me know if you do.

Parizaad, buddy, I’d asked you to write me some lyrics.

What’s up with that?

I’ll write them.

He won’t write them for you now

that he’s become a renowned poet.

Okay then… see you.

Bye!
Bye!

Stop all this Lubna.

Enough of this crying.

You should have at least allowed me to finish my semester.

Where was the need to rush things, mama?

Look my dear it’s very important to make the right decision at the right time.

And then you already knew that all this was happening for your betterment.

If one is smart, one will cash in at the right time.

Okay?

Come on,

Cheer up.

Okay?

I’m waiting for you.

Come along.

So, you’ve come to meet Lubna, have you?

Yes.

...Uh…Yes,

she hadn’t been coming to the university for a while now so

I thought that I should at least -

Hmm… so you thought, why don’t I go there and ask after her well being.

This is what you were thinking, right?

Yes.

Why don’t you just come out and say.. that you’ve fallen in love with Lubna.

That isn’t so…

I only…

came by to meet her is all.

Fine.

I’ll accept your word for it…

although it seemed like something else to me.

I’ve arranged Lubna’s marriage.

She’s getting married after three days.

Her classmates won’t be coming since I haven’t invited them.

But if you’d like to come then please do so because… I kinda like you.

Her fiancé has

given her permission to study after they get married

but I don’t think that Lubna will want to study further.

She wants to relax,

chill…

enjoy life,

you know.

Who is Lubna’s husband to be?

The business tycoon,

Noman Bashir.

You met him at the party, didn’t you?

Alright then

You keep sitting

I’ll send in some tea for you.

Okay?

Parizaad, hi.

How are you?

I’m fine.

Sit down, please.

So, tell me.

Congratulations on your marriage.

Thank you.

I don’t have the right,

but if you will allow it… may I ask,

Why Noman of all people?

You could have gotten someone far better than him.

The guy from your department, Kashif,

He really adores you.

He’s handsome,

rich

and worthy.

Noman or Kashif,

what difference does it make?

Whoever puts in the highest bid, can buy me.

‘Bid?’

‘Buy…’ what do you mean?

We don’t receive proposals,

people bid for us.

The one who bids the highest can buy me.

If you bid high enough, even you can buy me.

But loose women are bid upon.

So, what do you think I am?

This is what I am.

Thank you.

No one at the university knows my true reality.

It’s no longer the age of the dancing girl in the bazaars…

this is the age of a ‘life style.’

One always says that the father lives somewhere abroad.

But I was always fond of studying.

I wanted to study.

So, thanks to mama,

she at least gave me the permission…

and I went to university and got educated

But it was, however, on condition that

I would leave my studies the moment I received the right bid.

So, this is what I’m doing now.

Although my prayers have never borne fruit, Lubna…

...but I will still pray that you are always happy.

You’re very nice, Parizaad.

People say

that love is blind.

I wish that the people we loved,

were also blind.

That would have been so wonderful.

You will always be in my prayers.

If I had my way, I would actually make the whole world go blind…

so, they could see the inside of the person that’s you.

Did you finally meet Lubna?

Yes.

But…

What you’re doing isn’t right.

There’s no room for emotion amongst us, boy.

Alright fine, look instead of Noman,

Why don’t you hand me a cheque for ten crores rupees.

And I’ll give Lubna’s hand in marriage to you.

Ten crores?

It’s would be something if you could manage to find even a full

hundred rupee note in the pocket of a guy like me.

Why?

What do you lack?

Now you listen to me boy, this thing called face, looks, personality…

these are problems to do with the lower middle class.

A man’s face,

his personality

and his worth..

are all measured by his money.

Go on…

Go out into that merciless world out there and gather your share of the wealth to you.

Make yourself so rich

that these so called ‘faults’ that you have in your personality…

they start to look like ‘Style’ to the world.

And then you’ll find a thousand girls like my Lubna chasing you.

Go

and conquer the world.

...Yes.

Oh, and another thing,

forget all this poetry and stuff.

It’s a pass time for the rich and affluent.

Out here even a poor man’s poetry

seems useless to the world.

But if a man’s rich,

then even the invective’s he spouts sound like poetry.

These words, they won’t get you anywhere.

A man’s face,

his personality,

and his worth..

are all measured by his money.

Go on…

go out into that merciless world out there and gather your share of the wealth to you.

Make yourself so rich

that these so called ‘faults’ that you have in your personality…

they start to look like ‘Style’ to the world.

Forget all this poetry and stuff.

...Its a pass time for the rich and affluent.

Out here even a poor man’s poetry

seems useless to the world.

But if a man’s rich,

then even the invective’s he spouts sound like poetry.

Go

and conquer the world.

You’re quitting the university?

But why?

The thing is that..

later even the thesis will cost quite a bit…

and I don’t have money to buy even the books.

He’s right.

When is he going to become some official even after he’s done with his studies!

He’ll only get a job as a clerk.

Its better if he learns something else… some skill, which will then

also allow him earn some money.

That’s all well and good sister-in-law…

but what will he do?

He has no skills.

All you can do is write your poetry is all.

So why don’t you find him a job somewhere.

What’s the name of that man you know…?

the one that has that welding workshop?

Get him a job there.

Yes… you’re referring to Kallu!

That’s not such a problem.

...So, you want to do some welding?

Wont you feel odd doing welding?

He’s probably going to be the world’s first poet

who’s going to sit at a plant and do welding!

Come on then son,

lie down here.

You do it now.

Good boy!

Take these.

Your hands aren’t that of a laborer

so, will your delicate hands be able to break the steel?

Only if I get to work with the steel then only my hands will become strong, Kallu Sir..

Good boy.

Here take this.

Let me give you your first lesson in welding today.

For a welder, the sparks that fly from the welding aren’t fire,

they’re sparklers.

They will burn through your clothes and burn your body with a thousand and one marks.

And once your body becomes scarred from the outside, like it is from the inside…

then you can assume that your training is now complete.

Good boy.

Very good…

Well done.

Do it! Do it!

Finish it quickly!

Yes, yes,

I’m doing it.

He should be back any moment now.

Yes.

He’s back.

Good afternoon father.

Good afternoon.

So, did you get to see the doctor?

Yes, we did father.

What did the doctor say?

All he said was

that one becomes weak during such times

so, one must be more vigilant about her food and rest.

These doctors I tell you,

They always give advice on how to increase one’s expenses!

Saeeda’s may be bearing her first child,

but it’s not the first child

being born in this world you know!

Millions of babies are born every day and they grow up

How many times have I told you not to make gibes at her!

If Saeeda’s brothers have turned out to be greedy,

How is Saeeda to blame for this?

How have I said anything so unusual?

A woman’s family either maintains or ruins her respect in her in-laws’ home.

Now if her own family aren’t bothered about their girl’s honor

Then how are we at fault?!

Huh?

Brothers are willing to sacrifice their lives for their sisters!

...But out here –

God forgive me! God forgive me!

They’re sitting on her inheritance like some snakes!

Obviously the sister’s going to hear stuff if that’s how they’re going to behave!

Yes, and your brothers really looked after us, right?!

Your family was very nice, yes?!

Alright enough, enough!

You know nothing

so don’t go on and on!

Yes, I know nothing only

you know everything!

You only think to criticize me!

Just do your work! Work!

Do your work!

I’m doing it.

Oye hey Parizaad!

A moment please.

Greetings brother Shauky.

What’s this state you’re in?

you left studying or what?

I’m working at a welding shop, brother Shauky .

But the pen and paper are what looked good in your hands my brother.

This pen and paper’s made me quite infamous brother Shauky.

I thought I would learn a trade…

because then I could help with the expenses of the house.

I know.

I’m the cause of your downfall.

But I swear to God seeing you in this get up today has torn my heart to bits.

Just command me.

How much do you need?

Even if I have to sell myself I will but I will bring it for you from somewhere or the other.

Just finish your studies first buddy.

Shauky will take care of all your expenses.

I have no doubt about your sincerity, brother Shauky.

But as they say,

Take care of yourself for no one else will do it for you.

I’ve now decided to take care of myself.

I’ve now decided to be practical.

Thank you very much.

She’s come to her parents place today.

I saw her get off the train.

I hope you remember your promise, brother Shauky.

This promise of yours is what’s stopped me from saying anything.

Otherwise, her reputation would have been in pieces by now.

I also got to know, the day she was getting married,

that it was Majid on the roof with her that night.

Its why they got engaged and married real fast!

But I’m really amazed at you though,

you knew everything yet

even then you never revealed their secret.

And you will also never reveal this secret to anyone, brother Shauky.

This is your promise to me.

Looking at you, I now know what it is to be truly in love.

A selfish man like me,

we only talk about love!

It’ll always be a mystery to people like us!

Mmm…

I sometimes really miss the evenings spent in this house of mine.

I feel like flying back at those times.

Tell me something,

Has Parizaad left studying?

Why did you suddenly think about him?

No, its just that I saw him in passing the day I arrived here

and it looked as if he was returning from work.

Yes…

uh…

Brother Parizaad left the university half way and he’s working at some workshop now.

Why?

He was so ahead in his studies and was so fond of studying?

He was a good poet as well.

Why did he suddenly leave his studies like this?

Yes well,

you know the greedy nature of his brothers and sisters-in-laws.

They must have pressurized him into leaving his studies and giving

them money towards household expenses.

Otherwise, why else would a brilliant student like him leave the

university and take on the job of a laborer!

Listen,

the clerk who lives in the lane at the back, Jawed Awan..

I heard he got married a second time.

Oh, hey wow!

You really seem to have kept up with the local gossip?

I tell you there’s no trusting men these days.

Yes…

but I’m going to have a marriage of my choice.

...A love marriage.

Yes Shehla?

Sir, Mr. Parizaad is here to see you.

Parizaad…?

Parizaad… who?

I don’t know sir; he’s saying that he met you at some party and that

you gave him your visiting card there.

Oh, okay, okay…

I remember now.

Hmm

Alright do one thing, make him wait in the waiting area.

...And

send him in to see me in exactly one hour.

Yes fine.

Please wait as sir is a little busy right now.

So, Mr. Poet…

you’ve finally come to my ‘Shop.’

May I come in?

Oh hey, it’s you!

Uh…

You had a rather difficult name Mr. Poet?

Its Parizaad.

Parizaad!

What a unique name.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

So, tell me,

What brings you here?

I’d told you that the moment I felt that I needed to sell my work,

the first person I would come to was you.

Hmm…

You would come to my ‘Shop.’

So, you’ve come to my shop.

I’ve come to you today to sell you, my poetry.

These are a collection of poems and odes that I had compiled for my book.

I’ve never recited them to date at any gathering.

Nor have they ever been published in any magazine or any other literary booklet.

Hmm…

But tell me something,

where’s the point of my buying your old poems now…

...because the one I wanted to impress..

is already now sitting in my house.

Anyways,

what price are you asking for this poetry of yours?

Five lac rupees.

Aren’t you asking for a bit too much for this old register?

No.

I could have said ten lacs as well.

...And you

or anyone like you

would have gladly paid ten lacs for my poetry.

But I only asked you for that which I need.

I’m may be a man who’s selling his words

but I’m not one to sell my faith.

Thank you.

Alright look, wait…

Parizaad.

Tell the accounts department to make a cheque on Mr. Parizaad’s name

for five lac rupees and bring it to me.

Immediately.

Remember what I told you Parizaad…

In this world, the only person who can be called successful

is the one who is willing to sell himself at the right time for the right price.

You were right you know.

I would have bought your poetry for ten lacs as well!

...But that was your choice.

Anyways…

Here’s hoping that my first book..

will be truly successful.

Five lac rupees?

Where did you get so much money, Pari?

Don’t worry sister,

I didn’t rob anyone…

it’s my own money.

Yes, Pari and that’s all well and good but this is too much money.

And then your brothers had refused to give her share outright.

Brother Salim,

I hope that this money will help you restart your failed business…

and that the worries you two are facing, will now end.

I just have one request.

Yes?

Just try and make sure that no one amongst our families comes to know of this matter.

My only purpose is to see you two happy, that’s all.

You can say that

We’ve now given you what was yours by right.

I’ll be leaving now.

Alright then sister.

Goodbye.

Stop right there Pari!

I will not accept this money from you

until the time you tell me where you got it from.

You would never be able to get such a huge sum of money from the workshop.

And nor can any one of your friends afford to give you such a huge loan.

You didn’t by any chance commit a crime -

Poverty is also a poor man’s crime, sister!

He’ll never get such a huge amount of money even for committing a crime.

...And I haven’t committed any crime.

All I did was sell my words, my poetry.

That empty register that you gave me in which to write my book of poetry…

...I sold that book to a shop of a buyer of words.

That book won’t get published now.

...But at least now I’ll be content

that no one will ever taunt my sister about being an orphan…

that she won’t be threatened with eviction from the house every single day.