10-08-2025, 07:44 PM
Update 74
Host
Last question, from Miranda Halls to Jaipur Pink City College:
“In modern India, what is the need for a burkha?”
Sabki nazar Zaheer par. Spotlight uske chehre par girti hai — lekin uska chehra utna hi shaant tha jitna kisi sufi fakir ka ho sakta hai. Usne mic uthaya… ek pal ke liye aankhein band ki… fir jaise uski awaaz hawa mein gungunane lagi.
Zaheer
(slow, deep voice, jaise har lafz me ek kahani ho)
Jab aap kisi phool se puchte ho ki tu khud ko kyu chhupata hai,
To wo kehta hai — kyunki meri khushboo mere andar hai, mere rang mere liye hain… duniya ke liye nahi.
Sab chup. Sirf uski awaaz goonj rahi thi. Audience, judges, Miranda team — sabki aankhen uspar tik gayi thi.
Zaheer
Burkha ek kapda hai.
Lekin is desh me burkha kabhi sirf kapda nahi tha.
Kabhi usne beti ko bazar ki nazar se bachaya,
Kabhi usne ek maa ko izzat ka jism diya,
Aur kabhi usne ek ladki ko chhupne ka nahi…
khud se milne ka samay diya.
Shanu ka gala ruk gaya. Usne aankhen uthaayi. Zaheer ke chehre pe gussa nahi tha, jazba tha. Pyaar tha. Samajh thi.
Zaheer
Modern India ki baat karte hain.
To kya modern hone ka matlab sirf kapde utarna hai?
Ya phir modern hone ka matlab yeh hai —
ki ek aurat jeans pehne to azaad,
aur burkha pehne to pichhdi?
Ammu ne guest house me TV ke saamne aankhen bhar aayi. Arjun ne uska haath pakad liya — tight.
Zaheer
Main yeh maanta hoon ki burkha sab pe nahi thopa jaana chahiye.
Lekin main yeh bhi maanta hoon —
ki kisi ke burkha pehne par sawal uthana bhi modern nahi hota.
Kyuki modern hone ka matlab yeh hai…
ki hum har aurat ko apne aap decide karne de —
ki uski azaadi kya hai.
Background me slow orchestral music chalu ho jaata hai. Camera judges ke faces par. Sab gung.
Zaheer
Burkha uss samaj ka hissa hai jahan aurat apna wajood le kar chali hai —
chhupkar nahi,
izzat se.
Aur agar aaj ke India me kisi ko lagta hai ki burkha ek rukaavt hai,
to problem burkhe me nahi…
problem un aankhon me hai jo sirf kapda dekh kar insaan ka dimaag naapti hain.
Shanu — stunned. Jaise kisi ne uska dil choo liya ho. Uski aankhon me bhar aayi thi… par chehra fakhar se bhara hua tha. Zaheer ki taraf dekhte hue sirf ek pal ke liye usne aankhon se kaha…
Tu jeet gaya, Zaheer.
Spotlight Zaheer par. Stage ke centre me khada. Pal bhar ki khamoshi… fir mic uthakar woh bolna shuru karta hai.
Zaheer
(slow, powerful, eyes steady)
Modern India me burkhe ki zarurat hai…
kyunki aaj bhi is desh me nazar badalne se pehle soch nahi badli.
Burkha sirf ek kapda nahi…
yeh ek aurat ke apne aap ke saath ek understanding ka nateeja hai.
Yeh uski khud ki choice hai —
na ki kisi dharm ki zanjeer.
(Audience me sir hilaate kuch log. Judges leaned forward.)
Zaheer
Main kisi ko burkha pehnane ka side nahi le raha.
Main sirf yeh keh raha hoon…
ki jis tarah ek ladki apna jism dikhane ke haq me azaad hai,
waise hi ek ladki apna jism dhakne ke haq me bhi azaad honi chahiye.
Freedom selective nahi hoti.
Ya to sabke liye hoti hai… ya kisi ke liye nahi.
TV pe Jaipur. Arjun ki aankhen Zaheer par tikki hoti hain. Ammu ki palkein bhari hui. Pratap aur Azhar — dono ka gala sukh gaya hota hai.
Zaheer
Burkha zarurat hai…
kyunki aaj bhi galiyon me chhoti bachiyon ko aankhon se napne wale mil jaate hain.
Zarurat hai…
kyunki aaj bhi interview me skills se pehle appearance dekhi jaati hai.
Zarurat hai…
kyunki aaj bhi kisi ki beti jab burkha pehen kar college jaati hai,
to usse “bechaari” kaha jaata hai — samajhdar nahi.
(Pause. Breath. Deep.)
Zaheer
Aur sabse zyada zarurat isliye hai…
kyunki har burkha pehni aurat ko ye kehne ka haq chahiye —
ki burkha meri kamzori nahi, meri marzi hai.
Camera zoom to Miranda team — ladkiyaan ek dusre ki taraf dekh kar aankhon me nami ke saath sir hila rahi hoti hain.
Zaheer
Modern India wo hoga…
jahan na burkha impress kare, na tank kare…
balki samjha jaaye.
Jahan ek aurat se yeh na pucha jaaye —
ki “tum burkha kyu pehnti ho?”
balki yeh kaha jaaye —
“jo tumhe mehfooz rakhe, wahi sahi hai.”
(Pause. Sab chup. Poore hall me ek silence jisme sirf emotions baj rahe hain.)
Zaheer
Main us modern India ka sapna dekhta hoon…
jahan ek ladki burkhe me IAS ban jaaye,
aur koi newspaper uska sirf ‘veil’ nahi… uska vision dikhaye.
Jahan stage par khadi ek speaker ke ideas matter karein —
na ki uske sleeves, neckline ya scarf.
Main us modern India ka hissa banna chahta hoon…
jahan azaadi ka matlab yeh nahi hota ki kapde kam ho,
balki yeh hota hai — ki kapde ka faisla sirf aur sirf aurat kare.
Final pause. Zaheer mic neeche karta hai.
Ek pal ki khamoshi… phir ek zordaar taali. Phir doosri.
Poora hall khada ho jaata hai.
Standing Ovation.
Judges, Miranda team, media log, sab taali bajate hain. Miranda ki sabse outspoken debater — jo question poochti thi — khud pehle khadi hoti hai.
Shanu (Shanaya Singh) ki aankhen bhar aayi hoti hain. Uske chehre par ek sukoon… aur aankhon me ek nayi izzat. Jaise usne sirf ek jawab nahi, ek mard dekha ho…
jo duniya ke samne khada hua — aur jhuka nahi.
Fir poora auditorium standing ovation me uth gaya.
Stage par ek gahan sannata. Zaheer ab apni jagah par wapas baith chuka hai. Judges apne notepad pe kuch likh rahe hain. Miranda team ki taraf confident sa lag raha hai… lekin tabhi…
Host
Aur ab… Jaipur Pink City College se final cross-question aata hai… Miranda Halls ke liye.
Shanu mic uthati hai. Her tone calm hai, lekin aankhon me ek spark. Poora hall phir se chup.
Shanu
Aapne apne argument me kaha…
ki “modern India me burkhe ki kya zarurat”,
kyunki woh ek “dated concept” hai…
aur modern society me equality ka matlab ek jaisa rehna hai.
To mera sawaal aapse yeh hai —
agar main aap par thop du ki aapko bikini me ghumna hai,
kyunki modern India me to freedom ka matlab body positivity hai,
aur jo dikhaya jaaye wahi normalize hota hai…
To kya aap maanengi?
Kya aapki choice valid nahi rahegi,
kyunki woh modern lens se alag hai?
(Hall ekdum se pin-drop silence me chala jaata hai. Miranda team ki lead debater ka chehra stiff ho jata hai. Judges ka focus screen se utar kar seedha stage par aa chuka hai.)
Shanu (calmly continues)
Freedom agar sirf ek direction me ho…
to woh freedom nahi, pressure hota hai.
Burkha ho ya bikini —
dono ka matlab tabhi azaadi hai,
jab woh khud ki marzi se ho,
na ki samajh ke expectation se.
(Pause. Arjun ki aankhen Shanu par tikki hain. Zaheer ke chehre par ek proud smirk.)
Shanu
To aapka answer kya hai?
Agar kal aapke college ka dress code aapko bole
ki aapko bold aur fearless dikhne ke liye
shorts aur bikini top pehna pade…
to kya aap maanengi?
Kyunki “modern India me to burkhe ki kya zarurat”.
(Spotlight now on Miranda. Camera Miranda team ke captain par zoom karta hai. Unki debater kuch seconds chup rehti hai. Uska gala sukh gaya hota hai. Poora auditorium ki saansein ruk jaati hain.)
Miranda Debater (with a forced smile)
We… we believe in choice…
Shanu (gently interrupts)
Bas.
To fir kisi aurat ka burkha pehnna bhi utna hi valid choice hai,
jitna aapka usse nikal dena.
That’s the India we’re debating for.
Poora hall ek baar phir se goonj uthta hai. Baarish jaise taaliyan bajti hain. Judges ke chehre par subtle smiles. Miranda ki debater aankhon se Shanu ko respect bhari nazar se dekhti hai.
Ammu ka chehra TV screen ke saamne soft ho jaata hai. Madhu aunty ke haath me chai ka cup thartharata hai. Arjun — stunned.
Pratap aur Azhar ek dusre ki taraf dekh kar sirf itna kehte hain…
Pratap
Yeh dono… aag hai, Azhar bhai.
Azhar
Bas dua hai… yeh aag kabhi thande na ho.
INT. DELHI AUDITORIUM – EVENING
Spotlights dim ho chuki hain. Judges ne apne final remarks likh diye hain. Poora hall breathless silence me hai. Audience ki aankhen stage ke centre par tiki hui hain jahan host podium pe khade hain, ek gold envelope haath me liye.
Camera ek ek karke zoom karta hai:
– Miranda team ke chehre pe nervous pride
– Jaipur Pink City team ke chehre pe calm tension
– Shanu, zaheer ki taraf halki muskurahat ke sath dekhti hai
– Zaheer, sir jhuka kar aankhon me ek alag si roshni liye, maano har sawaal ka jawab mil gaya ho
– Ammu, TV ke saamne dono haath jod kar, seat ke edge par
– Arjun, aankhen bina blink kiye screen ko takta hua
– Madhu, Asma, Azhar aur Pratap – sabke chehre pe ek saath proudness aur duaon ka asar
Host
(voice slightly echoing)
Ladies and Gentlemen…
After three powerful rounds, with mind-shaking arguments, emotional appeal and unmatched presence…
The jury has come to a unanimous decision.
(A short drum roll starts. Camera TV screen par cut karta hai jahan scoreboard par “Awaiting Results” flash ho raha hota hai)
Host (smiling)
The winner…
of the National Youth Debate Championship 2025…
is…
(Envelope khulta hai. Host aankhon ke paas lata hai. Ek second ka pause. Poora auditorium still.)
Host (announces)
JAIPUR PINK CITY COLLEGE!!!
(Explosion of applause. Full crowd taaliyon aur cheers se goonj uthta hai. Confetti fire hota hai stage par. Shanu aur Zaheer ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain — dono ki aankhon me disbelief and joy ka perfect blend.)
Zaheer bas kuch seconds khamosh rehta hai. Fir Shanu ke paas aata hai…
Zaheer (whispers)
Tu jeet gayi, Shanu.
Shanu (aankhon me aansu, smile ke sath)
Hum jeete hain, Zaheer.
(Wo dono ek dusre ko tight hug karte hain. Camera slow zoom out karta hai. Peeche Miranda team bhi standing ovation deti hai. Unki team lead aakar Shanu se haath milati hai)
Miranda Debater
You earned it.
Shanu
So did you.
(Cut to: TV screen jahan Arjun ki aankhon me shaan aur pyaar dono hai. Ammu slowly uska haath pakad leti hai, bina kuch kahe. Pratap aur Azhar emotional aankhon ke sath ek dusre ka kandha dabate hain. Madhu ki aankhon me aansu. Asma cheekh ke kehti hai)
Asma
Wooohooooo Shanu Didi!!!! Legend ho aap!!!
(Camera stage par return karta hai jahan trophy diya ja raha hai. Zaheer ne haath me trophy uthai, lekin stage ke centre me khada hota hai aur mic Shanu ko pakda deta hai. Hall goonjta hai: SHANU! SHANU! SHANU!)
Zaheer (murmuring to her)
Ab spotlight sirf tera hai.
Shanu trophy uthati hai, aankhon me jazbaat bhar kar stage ke edge tak aati hai.
Shanu (to audience)
Yeh sirf ek trophy nahi hai.
Yeh sab un awaazon ki jeet hai…
jo chup rehti hain kyunki samajh ke norms unki sunwai nahi karte.
(Crowd phir se taaliyon me doob jaata hai.)
[b]INT. DELHI AUDITORIUM – PRIZE DISTRIBUTION CEREMONY – NIGHT
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Hall ki roshni ab warm aur golden ho chuki hai. Stage par ek elegant podium sajaya gaya hai. Peeth ke peeche backdrop pe likha hai:
“National Youth Debate Championship 2025 – Finale Night”
Host ab Jaipur Pink City College ki team ko bulata hai. Shanu, Zaheer, aur poori team spotlight me stage par aati hai. Sabke gale me medals, aur beech me ek badi golden trophy.
Host (enthusiastically)
Presenting the Champions of this year… for their outstanding clarity, poise, and sheer courage – Jaipur Pink City College!!!
(Taaliyon ka toofan. Judges khade hokar applaud karte hain. Miranda team bhi smile ke sath taali bajati hai.)
Zaheer trophy uthakar Shanu ke haath me deta hai. Shanu, confident yet overwhelmed, mic ke paas jaati hai.
Shanu
This win isn’t just ours.
It belongs to every girl who ever questioned… every boy who ever stood for her… and every home that made space for voice, not just silence.
Thank you.
(Silence ke baad ek emotional applause auditorium ko bhar deta hai. Background me national anthem ke soft tones bajte hain. Poora stage ek frame me jamta hai – victorious, graceful, and glowing.)
INT. PRATAP HOUSE – NIGHT
TV off ho chuka hai. Lekin ghar ka mahal abhi bhi garam aur jashn bhara hai. Drawing room me sab log relax posture me baithe hain – kuch thake hue, kuch abhi bhi excitement me.
Pratap aur Azhar ek hi sofa pe baith kar cup me chai le rahe hain. Dono ne ek dusre ka haath kas ke pakad rakha hai.
Madhu, Asma, aur Ammu ek taraf cushions me ghuse, hansi-chutkule kar rahe hain.
Zaheer aur Shanu – still in debate attire – floor pe baithe hain, jaise bachpan ka koi moment revive ho gaya ho.
Pratap (cup rakhte hue, Arjun ki taraf dekhta hai)
Jaa beta…
Mithai le aa…
Aur khane ka bhi kuch achha le aa…
Aaj dono parivaar saath me khayenge.
(Arjun rukta hai. Sirf ek second ke liye. Fir uski nazar ammu par padti hai.)
Ammu usse dekhti hai. Khaamoshi me ek soft si smile…
Jaise keh rahi ho – main yahin hoon, ab sab sahi hai.
Arjun ki aankhon me wo purani sharaarat aur nayi shaanti dono dikhte hain.
Arjun (narmi se)
Bas ek minute mein.
(Wo slowly uthta hai. Apne phone aur bike ki chabi uthakar seedha door ki taraf jaata hai. Camera uske peechhe lagta hai.)
EXT. NIGHT – PRATAP HOUSE SE BAHAR
Arjun ki bike ek smooth start leti hai. Gali ke end tak wo ek baar rear-view mirror me dekhta hai. Ammu ki chhavi balcony me khadi dikhti hai… wo haath hila rahi hoti hai.
Arjun (under his breath)
Finals to jeet gaye…
Ab baari meri hai.
[b](Bike ek smooth roar ke sath galli se nikal jaati hai. Frame freeze hota hai – Arjun, road, aur wo perfect summer night jisme jeet ki khushboo hai.)[/b]
Host
Last question, from Miranda Halls to Jaipur Pink City College:
“In modern India, what is the need for a burkha?”
Sabki nazar Zaheer par. Spotlight uske chehre par girti hai — lekin uska chehra utna hi shaant tha jitna kisi sufi fakir ka ho sakta hai. Usne mic uthaya… ek pal ke liye aankhein band ki… fir jaise uski awaaz hawa mein gungunane lagi.
Zaheer
(slow, deep voice, jaise har lafz me ek kahani ho)
Jab aap kisi phool se puchte ho ki tu khud ko kyu chhupata hai,
To wo kehta hai — kyunki meri khushboo mere andar hai, mere rang mere liye hain… duniya ke liye nahi.
Sab chup. Sirf uski awaaz goonj rahi thi. Audience, judges, Miranda team — sabki aankhen uspar tik gayi thi.
Zaheer
Burkha ek kapda hai.
Lekin is desh me burkha kabhi sirf kapda nahi tha.
Kabhi usne beti ko bazar ki nazar se bachaya,
Kabhi usne ek maa ko izzat ka jism diya,
Aur kabhi usne ek ladki ko chhupne ka nahi…
khud se milne ka samay diya.
Shanu ka gala ruk gaya. Usne aankhen uthaayi. Zaheer ke chehre pe gussa nahi tha, jazba tha. Pyaar tha. Samajh thi.
Zaheer
Modern India ki baat karte hain.
To kya modern hone ka matlab sirf kapde utarna hai?
Ya phir modern hone ka matlab yeh hai —
ki ek aurat jeans pehne to azaad,
aur burkha pehne to pichhdi?
Ammu ne guest house me TV ke saamne aankhen bhar aayi. Arjun ne uska haath pakad liya — tight.
Zaheer
Main yeh maanta hoon ki burkha sab pe nahi thopa jaana chahiye.
Lekin main yeh bhi maanta hoon —
ki kisi ke burkha pehne par sawal uthana bhi modern nahi hota.
Kyuki modern hone ka matlab yeh hai…
ki hum har aurat ko apne aap decide karne de —
ki uski azaadi kya hai.
Background me slow orchestral music chalu ho jaata hai. Camera judges ke faces par. Sab gung.
Zaheer
Burkha uss samaj ka hissa hai jahan aurat apna wajood le kar chali hai —
chhupkar nahi,
izzat se.
Aur agar aaj ke India me kisi ko lagta hai ki burkha ek rukaavt hai,
to problem burkhe me nahi…
problem un aankhon me hai jo sirf kapda dekh kar insaan ka dimaag naapti hain.
Shanu — stunned. Jaise kisi ne uska dil choo liya ho. Uski aankhon me bhar aayi thi… par chehra fakhar se bhara hua tha. Zaheer ki taraf dekhte hue sirf ek pal ke liye usne aankhon se kaha…
Tu jeet gaya, Zaheer.
Spotlight Zaheer par. Stage ke centre me khada. Pal bhar ki khamoshi… fir mic uthakar woh bolna shuru karta hai.
Zaheer
(slow, powerful, eyes steady)
Modern India me burkhe ki zarurat hai…
kyunki aaj bhi is desh me nazar badalne se pehle soch nahi badli.
Burkha sirf ek kapda nahi…
yeh ek aurat ke apne aap ke saath ek understanding ka nateeja hai.
Yeh uski khud ki choice hai —
na ki kisi dharm ki zanjeer.
(Audience me sir hilaate kuch log. Judges leaned forward.)
Zaheer
Main kisi ko burkha pehnane ka side nahi le raha.
Main sirf yeh keh raha hoon…
ki jis tarah ek ladki apna jism dikhane ke haq me azaad hai,
waise hi ek ladki apna jism dhakne ke haq me bhi azaad honi chahiye.
Freedom selective nahi hoti.
Ya to sabke liye hoti hai… ya kisi ke liye nahi.
TV pe Jaipur. Arjun ki aankhen Zaheer par tikki hoti hain. Ammu ki palkein bhari hui. Pratap aur Azhar — dono ka gala sukh gaya hota hai.
Zaheer
Burkha zarurat hai…
kyunki aaj bhi galiyon me chhoti bachiyon ko aankhon se napne wale mil jaate hain.
Zarurat hai…
kyunki aaj bhi interview me skills se pehle appearance dekhi jaati hai.
Zarurat hai…
kyunki aaj bhi kisi ki beti jab burkha pehen kar college jaati hai,
to usse “bechaari” kaha jaata hai — samajhdar nahi.
(Pause. Breath. Deep.)
Zaheer
Aur sabse zyada zarurat isliye hai…
kyunki har burkha pehni aurat ko ye kehne ka haq chahiye —
ki burkha meri kamzori nahi, meri marzi hai.
Camera zoom to Miranda team — ladkiyaan ek dusre ki taraf dekh kar aankhon me nami ke saath sir hila rahi hoti hain.
Zaheer
Modern India wo hoga…
jahan na burkha impress kare, na tank kare…
balki samjha jaaye.
Jahan ek aurat se yeh na pucha jaaye —
ki “tum burkha kyu pehnti ho?”
balki yeh kaha jaaye —
“jo tumhe mehfooz rakhe, wahi sahi hai.”
(Pause. Sab chup. Poore hall me ek silence jisme sirf emotions baj rahe hain.)
Zaheer
Main us modern India ka sapna dekhta hoon…
jahan ek ladki burkhe me IAS ban jaaye,
aur koi newspaper uska sirf ‘veil’ nahi… uska vision dikhaye.
Jahan stage par khadi ek speaker ke ideas matter karein —
na ki uske sleeves, neckline ya scarf.
Main us modern India ka hissa banna chahta hoon…
jahan azaadi ka matlab yeh nahi hota ki kapde kam ho,
balki yeh hota hai — ki kapde ka faisla sirf aur sirf aurat kare.
Final pause. Zaheer mic neeche karta hai.
Ek pal ki khamoshi… phir ek zordaar taali. Phir doosri.
Poora hall khada ho jaata hai.
Standing Ovation.
Judges, Miranda team, media log, sab taali bajate hain. Miranda ki sabse outspoken debater — jo question poochti thi — khud pehle khadi hoti hai.
Shanu (Shanaya Singh) ki aankhen bhar aayi hoti hain. Uske chehre par ek sukoon… aur aankhon me ek nayi izzat. Jaise usne sirf ek jawab nahi, ek mard dekha ho…
jo duniya ke samne khada hua — aur jhuka nahi.
Fir poora auditorium standing ovation me uth gaya.
Stage par ek gahan sannata. Zaheer ab apni jagah par wapas baith chuka hai. Judges apne notepad pe kuch likh rahe hain. Miranda team ki taraf confident sa lag raha hai… lekin tabhi…
Host
Aur ab… Jaipur Pink City College se final cross-question aata hai… Miranda Halls ke liye.
Shanu mic uthati hai. Her tone calm hai, lekin aankhon me ek spark. Poora hall phir se chup.
Shanu
Aapne apne argument me kaha…
ki “modern India me burkhe ki kya zarurat”,
kyunki woh ek “dated concept” hai…
aur modern society me equality ka matlab ek jaisa rehna hai.
To mera sawaal aapse yeh hai —
agar main aap par thop du ki aapko bikini me ghumna hai,
kyunki modern India me to freedom ka matlab body positivity hai,
aur jo dikhaya jaaye wahi normalize hota hai…
To kya aap maanengi?
Kya aapki choice valid nahi rahegi,
kyunki woh modern lens se alag hai?
(Hall ekdum se pin-drop silence me chala jaata hai. Miranda team ki lead debater ka chehra stiff ho jata hai. Judges ka focus screen se utar kar seedha stage par aa chuka hai.)
Shanu (calmly continues)
Freedom agar sirf ek direction me ho…
to woh freedom nahi, pressure hota hai.
Burkha ho ya bikini —
dono ka matlab tabhi azaadi hai,
jab woh khud ki marzi se ho,
na ki samajh ke expectation se.
(Pause. Arjun ki aankhen Shanu par tikki hain. Zaheer ke chehre par ek proud smirk.)
Shanu
To aapka answer kya hai?
Agar kal aapke college ka dress code aapko bole
ki aapko bold aur fearless dikhne ke liye
shorts aur bikini top pehna pade…
to kya aap maanengi?
Kyunki “modern India me to burkhe ki kya zarurat”.
(Spotlight now on Miranda. Camera Miranda team ke captain par zoom karta hai. Unki debater kuch seconds chup rehti hai. Uska gala sukh gaya hota hai. Poora auditorium ki saansein ruk jaati hain.)
Miranda Debater (with a forced smile)
We… we believe in choice…
Shanu (gently interrupts)
Bas.
To fir kisi aurat ka burkha pehnna bhi utna hi valid choice hai,
jitna aapka usse nikal dena.
That’s the India we’re debating for.
Poora hall ek baar phir se goonj uthta hai. Baarish jaise taaliyan bajti hain. Judges ke chehre par subtle smiles. Miranda ki debater aankhon se Shanu ko respect bhari nazar se dekhti hai.
Ammu ka chehra TV screen ke saamne soft ho jaata hai. Madhu aunty ke haath me chai ka cup thartharata hai. Arjun — stunned.
Pratap aur Azhar ek dusre ki taraf dekh kar sirf itna kehte hain…
Pratap
Yeh dono… aag hai, Azhar bhai.
Azhar
Bas dua hai… yeh aag kabhi thande na ho.
INT. DELHI AUDITORIUM – EVENING
Spotlights dim ho chuki hain. Judges ne apne final remarks likh diye hain. Poora hall breathless silence me hai. Audience ki aankhen stage ke centre par tiki hui hain jahan host podium pe khade hain, ek gold envelope haath me liye.
Camera ek ek karke zoom karta hai:
– Miranda team ke chehre pe nervous pride
– Jaipur Pink City team ke chehre pe calm tension
– Shanu, zaheer ki taraf halki muskurahat ke sath dekhti hai
– Zaheer, sir jhuka kar aankhon me ek alag si roshni liye, maano har sawaal ka jawab mil gaya ho
– Ammu, TV ke saamne dono haath jod kar, seat ke edge par
– Arjun, aankhen bina blink kiye screen ko takta hua
– Madhu, Asma, Azhar aur Pratap – sabke chehre pe ek saath proudness aur duaon ka asar
Host
(voice slightly echoing)
Ladies and Gentlemen…
After three powerful rounds, with mind-shaking arguments, emotional appeal and unmatched presence…
The jury has come to a unanimous decision.
(A short drum roll starts. Camera TV screen par cut karta hai jahan scoreboard par “Awaiting Results” flash ho raha hota hai)
Host (smiling)
The winner…
of the National Youth Debate Championship 2025…
is…
(Envelope khulta hai. Host aankhon ke paas lata hai. Ek second ka pause. Poora auditorium still.)
Host (announces)
JAIPUR PINK CITY COLLEGE!!!
(Explosion of applause. Full crowd taaliyon aur cheers se goonj uthta hai. Confetti fire hota hai stage par. Shanu aur Zaheer ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain — dono ki aankhon me disbelief and joy ka perfect blend.)
Zaheer bas kuch seconds khamosh rehta hai. Fir Shanu ke paas aata hai…
Zaheer (whispers)
Tu jeet gayi, Shanu.
Shanu (aankhon me aansu, smile ke sath)
Hum jeete hain, Zaheer.
(Wo dono ek dusre ko tight hug karte hain. Camera slow zoom out karta hai. Peeche Miranda team bhi standing ovation deti hai. Unki team lead aakar Shanu se haath milati hai)
Miranda Debater
You earned it.
Shanu
So did you.
(Cut to: TV screen jahan Arjun ki aankhon me shaan aur pyaar dono hai. Ammu slowly uska haath pakad leti hai, bina kuch kahe. Pratap aur Azhar emotional aankhon ke sath ek dusre ka kandha dabate hain. Madhu ki aankhon me aansu. Asma cheekh ke kehti hai)
Asma
Wooohooooo Shanu Didi!!!! Legend ho aap!!!
(Camera stage par return karta hai jahan trophy diya ja raha hai. Zaheer ne haath me trophy uthai, lekin stage ke centre me khada hota hai aur mic Shanu ko pakda deta hai. Hall goonjta hai: SHANU! SHANU! SHANU!)
Zaheer (murmuring to her)
Ab spotlight sirf tera hai.
Shanu trophy uthati hai, aankhon me jazbaat bhar kar stage ke edge tak aati hai.
Shanu (to audience)
Yeh sirf ek trophy nahi hai.
Yeh sab un awaazon ki jeet hai…
jo chup rehti hain kyunki samajh ke norms unki sunwai nahi karte.
(Crowd phir se taaliyon me doob jaata hai.)
[b]INT. DELHI AUDITORIUM – PRIZE DISTRIBUTION CEREMONY – NIGHT
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Hall ki roshni ab warm aur golden ho chuki hai. Stage par ek elegant podium sajaya gaya hai. Peeth ke peeche backdrop pe likha hai:
“National Youth Debate Championship 2025 – Finale Night”
Host ab Jaipur Pink City College ki team ko bulata hai. Shanu, Zaheer, aur poori team spotlight me stage par aati hai. Sabke gale me medals, aur beech me ek badi golden trophy.
Host (enthusiastically)
Presenting the Champions of this year… for their outstanding clarity, poise, and sheer courage – Jaipur Pink City College!!!
(Taaliyon ka toofan. Judges khade hokar applaud karte hain. Miranda team bhi smile ke sath taali bajati hai.)
Zaheer trophy uthakar Shanu ke haath me deta hai. Shanu, confident yet overwhelmed, mic ke paas jaati hai.
Shanu
This win isn’t just ours.
It belongs to every girl who ever questioned… every boy who ever stood for her… and every home that made space for voice, not just silence.
Thank you.
(Silence ke baad ek emotional applause auditorium ko bhar deta hai. Background me national anthem ke soft tones bajte hain. Poora stage ek frame me jamta hai – victorious, graceful, and glowing.)
INT. PRATAP HOUSE – NIGHT
TV off ho chuka hai. Lekin ghar ka mahal abhi bhi garam aur jashn bhara hai. Drawing room me sab log relax posture me baithe hain – kuch thake hue, kuch abhi bhi excitement me.
Pratap aur Azhar ek hi sofa pe baith kar cup me chai le rahe hain. Dono ne ek dusre ka haath kas ke pakad rakha hai.
Madhu, Asma, aur Ammu ek taraf cushions me ghuse, hansi-chutkule kar rahe hain.
Zaheer aur Shanu – still in debate attire – floor pe baithe hain, jaise bachpan ka koi moment revive ho gaya ho.
Pratap (cup rakhte hue, Arjun ki taraf dekhta hai)
Jaa beta…
Mithai le aa…
Aur khane ka bhi kuch achha le aa…
Aaj dono parivaar saath me khayenge.
(Arjun rukta hai. Sirf ek second ke liye. Fir uski nazar ammu par padti hai.)
Ammu usse dekhti hai. Khaamoshi me ek soft si smile…
Jaise keh rahi ho – main yahin hoon, ab sab sahi hai.
Arjun ki aankhon me wo purani sharaarat aur nayi shaanti dono dikhte hain.
Arjun (narmi se)
Bas ek minute mein.
(Wo slowly uthta hai. Apne phone aur bike ki chabi uthakar seedha door ki taraf jaata hai. Camera uske peechhe lagta hai.)
EXT. NIGHT – PRATAP HOUSE SE BAHAR
Arjun ki bike ek smooth start leti hai. Gali ke end tak wo ek baar rear-view mirror me dekhta hai. Ammu ki chhavi balcony me khadi dikhti hai… wo haath hila rahi hoti hai.
Arjun (under his breath)
Finals to jeet gaye…
Ab baari meri hai.
[b](Bike ek smooth roar ke sath galli se nikal jaati hai. Frame freeze hota hai – Arjun, road, aur wo perfect summer night jisme jeet ki khushboo hai.)[/b]
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