Please, give me that paper. That one.
-And that pencil-box, too. -What else?
-This one? Here you go. -How many in this one?
-Yes, this one is good. -OK, you may pay for this.
Fine.
Total this first. I've been standing around for so long.
-Just a couple of items-- -What couple of items?
-Just two minutes. -Two minutes. Two minutes.
Here you are, ma'am.
-Let me total yours, too. -This too.
-Do you want this? -Yes, and this.
Don’t know what I keep searching for in every moment
Why is my world so empty
I peeked inside my heart yesterday
All around were cobwebs
Sometimes I saw bits of happiness
Some here, some there
That flew away like a flock of birds
When I tiptoed closer
Don’t know what I keep searching for in every moment
Why is my world so empty
Everyone has a companion
But I am all alone here
How do I look?
Just like Smita Patil.
Art-filmy type then.
-Couldn't you say "like Rekha" instead? -Why?
Smita Patil is so hot.
Especially in that song, "If I slip today..."
At this age, I can only slip in the bathroom.
Akhtar forgot our 22nd anniversary.
You have been married only 15 years, right?
We met 22 years ago.
Now Akhtar's met an old friend from the university, Sudhakar.
He spends his evenings with him and comes home late at night.
So, what does Sudhakar have to say?
He's a Gold Medalist.
Even more scholarly than my husband.
Akhtar speaks less, but I think Sudhakar might not speak at all.
What's with being such an intellectual?
So, what's the real problem?
Is your sex life OK?
Prabha.
Don't ask me questions my gynecologist would ask.
So, what's your point?
Overall...
he seems very grumpy and old to me.
As compared to?
He used to write sonnets and almost worship the ground I walked upon.
Sarita, those college days are long gone
and people change with age as well.
But to show off his intellect all the time?
So, your problem lies in the fact that your husband is an intelligent man.
Yes. That is a problem, buddy.
Intelligence and romance don't go together.
On the day of the anniversary, he sat at the dinner table
and recited revolutionary poetry.
I didn't understand a word of it.
What kind of dinner conversation is this?
Never mind the fact that he forgot our anniversary.
Well, whatever it is,
you'll have to adjust with each other.
After all, you can't separate.
That's not an option.
Why isn't it an option?
What do you mean?
I mean, divorce is an option if we don't get along anymore.
Be quiet.
If I have to eat kulfis alone,
go shopping alone, watch a film all alone,
then I might as well live alone.
Don't talk rubbish.
We barely go out beyond going to the university
and coming back home.
You know what?
He used the money kept aside for our honeymoon to build his library.
Sarita, this is the life of most people in Lucknow.
I don't want to live such a life.
Do you know a divorcee? I'll consult with them.
I don't know any divorcees.
I'm not that kind of a person.
"Divorce" is a bad word in our society.
Those that get divorced are kicked out of society.
This lady will manage to find asteraceae, that is, dahlias, for her garden,
but won't find a divorcee in her extended friend circle.
She's not that kind of a person.
Listen, and speak
From heart to heart The language of love
Listen, and speak
From heart to heart The language of love
Meet, and cherish
The sweetness of these trysts
Listen
Speak
Stumble or steady yourself
Love is the mischief of youth
Don’t get on that boat for safety
I love you, Rasna.
For only those who drown in love Get across
Listen, and speak
From heart to heart The language of love
Hey, Dharam. Hey.
Hey. I just want to talk to you, man.
-You trust this Abodh guy? -Why?
He was literally hanging from Rashmi's shoulder.
-What? -Yeah.
I think he is her friend, but he was crossing the line.
Rashmi is very sweet, and she will never suspect it.
But we are men. We need to watch over our girlfriends. Isn't that right?
-Right. -Yeah?
Brother, he is a bit "lidipjhik."
-What does that mean? -I mean, he is a little lady-mental.
He hangs around girls a lot
and manages to do all the touchy-feely he wants to.
Brother, you do one thing.
Just hit him with your left hand. He'll come to his right mind.
I'll come with you.
If you want, I'll even borrow a gun from Babbu Bhaiya.
-No, wait. Let me see for myself first. -OK, brother.
"When I did hear the motley fool Thus moral on the time
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer
That fool should be So deep-contemplative,
And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. Oh, noble fool.
Motley's the only wear."
"What fool is this?"
"A noble fool."
One that hath been a courtier and says: 'If ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it.' And in his brain
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places Crammed with observation,
The which he vents in mangled forms. Oh, that I were a fool.
I am ambitious for a motley coat."
"Thou shalt have one."
"Thou shalt have one?"
I'm getting late for my French class.
Au revoir, mon belle.
A demain.
Bye.
He's so charming.
Come, I'll teach you.
Abodh.
Hi, Dharam.
Don't ever touch Rashmi again.
What do you mean?
These hands that you use so freely?
I'll break them.
Understood?
So, Mr. B.Com. is here to give me a warning.
My father works at the Secretariat.
You'll be in jail in an hour if you try any stunt.
I'm not afraid of you and your goon friends.
And I can see your courage
that you came to tell me all this behind Rashmi's back.
See you, Dharam.
I think I need a gun.
I want to say
A hundred things to you
I want to say
A hundred things to you
But I don’t know how to say them
Brother, he has the Rambo knife as well.
Show it to him.
It's the original. It even has a needle and thread.
So he can mend his courage if it rips apart.
Brother, he always carries two guns.
Hey, Rambo, show them.
Look.
Look at this, brother, they're loaded.
EVERYONE'S A COWARD EXCEPT BABBU
When shots are fired, where's the time to load?
Enough chatter. Come on, get going, now.
-My guns. -You'll get it back. Go.
-Brother, my guns. -Greetings, Brother.
Come on, do the introductions.
Brother, this is Dharam.
He was elected Mr. B.Com. last year.
He hasn't taken part in the elections yet,
but he is popular.
He can even speak with the ladies in English.
All the old politicians running the country
are now fit to be cremated.
We will run on the power of the youth now.
We need a candidate like you.
Nobody fears me yet.
Could I get a gun?
Your henchmen will carry the guns.
You only hold your head high.
Do you socialize with the female students?
Of course, sir. I haven't ever seen him with the same girl twice.
This is just the kind of youth leader we need.
But nobody fears me yet.
Yes, but, if...
I had a pistol on me... then maybe...
Look, whoever we support
is guaranteed to win as president.
For the past three years, our candidates have won.
We have uprooted the opposition from the university campus.
Neither have I ever fought with someone,
nor have I fired a gun.
I will stand for Junior Librarian this time.
Then, next year, whatever you--
Dharam brother, the elections are in our hand.
We just need an educated candidate fluent in English this time.
It's to clean up the party's image.
So, I won't get a gun?
Look. You don't need a gun to become a leader.
You only need guts.
You'll get to ride in a VIP red beacon car.
Even ambulances will stop to let you pass.
Victory will be yours.
And we'll hold a public coronation ceremony for you.
Now that Brother has given his blessings, don't disappoint him.
Brother, one more thing, I had a minor favor to ask of you.
What do you need?
There is a boy, Abodh. He just won't leave Rashmi alone.
I wanted your blessing so some action could be taken.
Who's Rashmi?
His girlfriend.
OK.
Fear not.
But don't go overboard, all right?
Mr. Jindal, send Budhai along with them to ensure nothing untoward happens.
Yes. Salute him.
Salutations, Brother.
Come along.
Mr. Jindal, I just came for a gun. How am I to contest elections?
To win the elections, I need to have somewhat of a goon personality.
And nobody even fears me.
So what if nobody is afraid now? They will.
We'll have a showdown with Subhash Sarin's gang,
fire some bullets.
You can do one more thing -
enter a classroom with our men,
and beat up a student.
Your reputation will be set in two days. Tight.
Listen, we'll get you a gun as well.
Gun?
Yes, but don't only keep it with you. Show it off.
Yes.
Listen, get a flag of his name mounted on the jeep for the university elections.
It'll make the reputation tighter.
-Shall we leave? -Let's go.
-Aarti, give it to me. I'll tell you. -You know it?
Give it to me.
Sit down.
Uncle?
Students, this is Sudhakar Mishra.
He was my batchmate in philosophy class,
and he snatched my Gold Medal.
He is senior, he is learned, and is a teacher in the true sense,
because he used his study of philosophy to understand life.
Does sir run a coaching class?
Sit down, Piyush.
Sir, philosophy is a difficult subject.
We study complicated things written by eminent people.
It's hard to understand.
He is your guest lecturer for today.
Sir...
there's a phone call for you.
-Sudhakar-- -Oh, yes.
Piyush asked a good question.
Understanding.
So, why don't we talk about learning today?
Attention and perception.
Attention means understanding anything that has been said
or which is taking place? No.
Attention does not mean concentration.
It does not have a center.
Perception means understanding even things that are not said,
or understanding events that take place but cannot be physically seen.
Yes, sir, this is what my problem is.
If you could start a coaching class...
I'll explain it right here, Piyush.
Please, write it on the board as well so I can copy it.
Hello?
Yes, speaking.
Yes, Prabha, what happened?
No, class is still ongoing. It'll take me some time.
I'm still in the university, but I'll be late today.
You want to meet urgently?
But what's the matter? Is everything OK between you two?
Well, then just go meet Sarita.
All right then.
Come to the university.
OK. Bye.
Prabha, you don't know Sarita.
She says anything when she's angry.
-Did you two have a fight? -Never.
I mean, sometimes she leaves in anger and I don't say anything.
Now, if you want to call this a fight, then go ahead.
You teach philosophy.
You should at least understand that your lack of response hurts her.
I teach philosophy, not psychology. How does it hurt her?
She thinks you feel she is unintelligent.
Then why doesn't she confront me?
She should personally call me out on my behavior?
If change is to be brought about--
You are speaking from your textbooks,
but life can't be lived by bookish knowledge.
This matter has reached the divorce stage and you didn't tell anyone?
But this is the first time I'm hearing about it.
It is not respectable in our society.
Nobody will invite you anywhere.
But you will, right?
Divorce.
You are in shock.
Don't speak a word of this to Sarita.
Come on, it's getting late. I'll drop you home.
She never told me anything.
How did she tell you all of a sudden?
Don't start drinking away now.
-This was another of her complaints. -Wow.
That woman is just looking for excuses.
I barely drink once a month. OK, twice a month.
What else did she say? She must have complained a lot, right?
Do you know what I have to bear?
Should I tell you? She must not have mentioned that.
My drinking is the only complaint she can think of.
Why did she need to tell you?
"If we are to part now, perhaps We shall find each other in our dreams,
The way dried flowers are found in books."
Firaq?
Ahmad Faraz.
This sonnet applies to him.
But why Sister?
He doesn't look like a dried flower.
He used to give me flowers.
I have kept them all safely between the pages of many books.
This matter has reached the divorce stage and you didn't tell anyone?
But this is the first time I'm hearing about it.
-I'm going over to Kanchan's house. -OK.
Take the dal off the stove once it's cooked.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
Come on, let's begin your program.
Half bottle today?
Is tomorrow a holiday?
I took one.
Why? What happened?
There is a problem in my life.
And alcohol, of course, is the potion for a million ailments.
Hey, wait.
I'll gift you something that'll intoxicate you such, you won't need alcohol.
Look at this, my friend.
Your Three Feathers notebook full of poetry,
which you always kept close to your heart.
Brother, I want a treat in exchange for this.
Oh, yes, I'll recite this.
"Life pauses at the shores..."
-Rip it and throw it away. -Shut up and listen.
-"...my mind, like a boat--" -Sarita...
wants to divorce me.
"...longs for..."
You brought a half bottle, right?
Make me a glass, too.
Love, my friend, is a complicated thing.
Mumtaz, in a way, is your Sister... and in another way, isn't.
We never married.
Where did you two meet each other?
At a brothel.
Mumtaz was a sex worker in those days.
I was very young.
Some of my friends from the neighborhood dragged me there.
I met Mumtaz...
and fell in love at the first meeting.
It took her two years...
to trust that I loved her.
Then she left that work...
then opened a vegetable shop.
Now, we live in this little house in Rakabganj.
Does your family know?
My life is an open book, buddy.
They opposed me...
but my sister, brother-in-law, and nephews know everything.
You are very courageous, buddy.
What courage?
It's been two months since we met again,
and it took alcohol to finally be able to tell you.
Why don't you take Sarita out somewhere?
Should I take her to my aunt's house in Bareilly?
Aunt?
Bareilly?
How unromantic.
Nothing less than Taj Mahal would work.
I can't spend... so much right now.
Why?
You just sold your scooter?
That's because I was thinking of buying a second-hand Premier Padmini car.
What was wrong with the scooter?
Deepu no longer fits between us on it now.
A car is a family requirement.
What if you no longer have a family?
Take her and go.
What about Deepu?
Fit him at your aunt's house in Bareilly.
The dal is burning.
Dharam, don't be an ass.
I told you my father works at the Secretariat.
You'll be caught in no time.
Brother, these hockey sticks are useless.
If you hit him with one, the bone will snap in two.
But you don't want to break bones.
Do as I say. Flip him.
What are you guys doing?
Now, here, below the "glutus maxis."
It's gluteus maximus, you fool.
It won't leave a mark here, but it will still hurt a lot.
He'd be able to walk.
But we don't want that either.
This bamboo stick has been soaked in water so it is flexible,
and it has been oiled
so it won't leave marks either.
Hit him with this.
Help! Help me!
If you struggle so much, you'll get hurt unnecessarily.
Don't move.
Bring the leg forward.
Now, hit him on the "akhil tandon."
It's Achilles tendon, you sisterfuckers.
Aim at the "akhil tandon."
This is policeman style beating.
It won't show, but it will hurt a lot.
Put on some balm, you'll be fine.
But get a plaster as a precaution. Got it?
Hit the brakes.
Now, listen, we are Babbu Bhaiya's men.
He's the Rail Minister.
If you make the mistake of telling anyone,
we'll cut you up and put you on a cargo train.
Now, take a rickshaw home.
Stop crying, we barely hurt you.
Brother, help him hail a rickshaw.
Your other leg is safe, isn't it?
Say you slipped on the stairs.
How can you just lie around all the time?
Just like that.
You made such lofty claims about friendship.
Will you ever be useful?
You used me for cake, so I'll use you for cake.
Why would I be of any use?
Wake up.
Oh, man!
Your parents naming you "Rush-me" is very apt.
What is it?
Abodh fell off the stairs.
His leg is in a cast.
The show is ten days away and there is no play, Angad.
It'll be better if you keep your drama to the stage.
OK, let me think a little.
I never think much.
There are no memories to think about.
I told you I never knew I was going to be born, right?
Well, my parents didn't know either.
That's why they dropped me off at an orphanage and left.
In any case,
I was born out of this great desire to have sex, between my parents.
Had they thought a lot about it, I would not be here.
So, not thinking much is in my DNA.
Rashmi, I thought about your problem. We should do Hayvadan again.
But you had problems with the script?
Yes.
But I re-adapted it.
Buy me a cup of tea first, witch.
Thank you.
-Come on, let's go. -Come.
Sorry.
Come on.
Yes, let's go.
You're late again today.
Am I an employee at your house?
I mean, you said four o'clock.
Don't you know I have rehearsals?
What rehearsal? Abodh broke his leg.
Yes.
How do you know?
I attend university as well, buddy.
OK, but Rashmi, you have time for everyone, right?
Just not for me?
I lied to my parents so I could come see you.
Missed me?
A lot.
Why does your shirt have so many buttons?
I'm standing for president.
President?
But nobody even knows you.
Well, they'll get to know me.
Hey, Rashmi?
Rashmi, listen.
Guns are needed for elections.
When did you become so dumb, Dharam?
And by the way, you can't win the elections with just a gun.
I'm backed by Avdhesh Prakash Kalia's party.
-My victory is certain. -That goon?
You think all my friends are goons.
Because only goons have guns.
Tell me something, Rashmi. You and Angad are always involved in politics, right?
You should be happy I'm running for president.
Dharam, don't be naive. That is politics of change and not power.
Wow. If Lord Krishna does it, it's divine, but if Lord Ram does it, it's a sin?
You listen to everything Angad says!
-Angad never talks rubbish like you! -Then go become his girlfriend!
Rashmi!
If he wasn't my best friend, I'd have shot him.