This is the story of a mother and her son. The story of a mother who blind wave of affection completely blighted the life of her son and wrecked the peace and happiness of her home.
Kishen an ordinary clerk but an upright god fearing man, was in constant disagreement with his wife Radha over the way in which she was bringing up their children Raju and Leela. He always asserted that the home was the first school of the children and the education that the children received there would shape their destiny. But Radha thought otherwise. She had some very definite views on the subject herself. She believed in indulging and pampering her children. Kishen warned her of the consequences, but Radha paid no heed to his words and when she found her wishes being thwarted, she started persecuting her aged in laws Shambhu and Parvati.
This state of affairs made Kishen very unhappy. Desperately he sought ways and means of augmenting his meagre income and thereby restoring the former peace and felicity to his home and heart. And one night in a fit of desperation he left his home in search of a more lucrative job, which he found at Bahrein for a contracted period of ten years.
The influx of money brought Radha into her elements. Her blind love for her son Raju alienated everybody else from her favour. Raju had become the center of her world. His wishes were laws. Little did she realise that the cause she held so fiercely to her breast would one day, in a blind impulse sweep aside everything, near and dear to her. That one day life would hand her such a heavy bill of fare, which her meagre resources would be hard put to meet. That the house of cards which she was building would come down one day, bringing ruin and destruction around her.
Protected by his mother’s indulgences, Raju become a confirmed, lair, cheat and a thief, and over the period of ten years that his father sweated blood at Bahrein , his education was completed. Raju had become the very epitome of vice. Too late Radha realised the enormity of her acts, but by then water had passed over her head. Raju had crossed the Rubicon.
After ten years of blood sweating and back breaking labour, Kishen returned home with his dreams of a happy home and grown up children’ who would relieve his ageing shoulders of the burden they had long carried. But that was not to be, what he saw around him were the ruins of his hopes and dreams. But being a man he gathered the trouble in an attempt to rebuild the edifice that his hands had one day fashioned.
(From the official press booklet)