''Tomorrow, new leaves will sprout''
''And new flowers will blossom''
''Fresh new footsteps will leave their mark on new grasslands''
''She did not walk into my life Why, should l enter her life?''
''From waking dawns to sunset dusks...''
''by what right do l take from her... the moments that are hers?''
''ln a moment my poetry will be sung. ln a moment my story will have ended''
''For only a moment l will live in ecstasy''
''For l have only a moment to live my youth''
''ln a moment my poetry will be sung. ''ln a moment my story will be ended''
''For only a moment l will live in ecstasy''
''For l have only a moment to live my youth''
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''Many have come before me Many before me have sung their songs''
''Some sang their sorrows Some sang their hearts out''
''They lived their moment As l live mine''
''Tomorrow we will separate''
''But for this moment l'm yours''
''ln a moment my poetry will be sung''
''Tomorrow, there will come another''
''ln search for the new couplet ln search of the fresh blossom''
''Some will be better poets than l am Some better listeners than you make''
''ln that tomorrow, will someone remember me?''
''But why should anyone remember me?''
''Why should this busy world waste its time for me?''
''For in a moment, my poetry will have been sung.''
Autograph, please - My autograph?
Yes! Your verses are so touching!
Did you like it? - Very much! Please...
Why the autograph? You can keep the verses.
Maybe, you're the one they were written for.
But your name isn't on it... your name, please.
My name? What is my name?
l look at you, and l think l have forgotten my own name.
Write something... for me.
What's your name? - Pooja (Worship)
Then maybe l shall call myself the priest.
Your eyes... have you ever looked in your eyes?
Anything special?
One look into those eyes, and one wishes one could relate.
''ln silence l shall worship you Though what l seek l may not have''
''To the object of my worship, Pooja''
Amit
''lf l can hold your hand A pleasance will be my journey''
''Success enough it is for me lf l win your love for me''
''This question that l ask of you Answer me not if you will not''
''But hidden in your silence lie A thousand words speak themselves''
''Every moment this life l live Each moment l cherish your beauty''
''Every time your lips part for me lt is the beginning of a new day''
''ln the darkness of your hair the pleasures of a sensual night''
''When l hold your hand A pleasance is my journey''
At times, this looks like a dream.
Back in the hostel, they go to bed with your poetry under their pillows.
Some have even married your photographs.
lf girls know you're in love with me, they'll kill themselves.
Poor girls...
Why ''poor''?
lf not ''poor'', how else do you describe these creatures?
They fall in love with someone's photograph.
And then they fall in love with someone else.
And then they will marry yet someone else.
ls it their fault? Parents never ask a girl for her opinion.
Girls are forced into marriages.
You won't do that, will you?
l'll let you have the answer after l've asked Mom and Dad.
ls that a challenge? Or is it a joke?
Are you propositioning? Or are you testing waters?
l just want to be happy in life. - What does it take to make you happy?
Brighten up my every morning with a smile from these lips.
Bring the light into my nights, with those eyes of yours.
Go on. Flatter me.
Coming from you, l like it.
''Sometimes my heart tells me''
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''You were created for me''
''Up there with the stars you were''
''Till you were sent down to earth for my sake''
''My heart tells me at times''
''Your body, your soul, your eyes are mine''
''The shade of these tresses were made for me''
''Your body, your lips, your arms are mine and mine and mine alone''
''My heart sings to me sometimes''
''ln the tunes of the shehnai'' (Shehnai: wind instrument from lndia)
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''We are birds in a nest. We are to fly away one day''
''We will fly far away''
''Which lands will we go to?''
''The dazzle of the color red in the bride's trousseau
''The sparkle of the dot on the bride's forehead''
''The chime of bangles on the bride's hands dyed in henna''
''The heartbeats that promise those beautiful dreams''
''The magic of the kohl in the bride's eyes''
''The subtle scent of flowers in her hair''
''The faint quiver of soft lips''
''The blush of the heat on her face''
''The musk of her sweat''
''The burning desire of her passions''
''The hesitant jingle of her anklets''
''With finery she is adorned''
''But for whom?''
''For whom am l?''
''My dear father, the palanquin that will carry me away from you''
''Will not pass through these doors''
''Let me go, as if l were a brick in your wall''
''And let me go where l belong''
''We are birds in a nest''
''We are to fly away one day''
''We will fly far away''
Amit, you tell me what should l do.
My parents have fixed my marriage elsewhere.
Had l even mentioned you...
Oh l can't imagine what they would've done!
There are my parents... and here you are...
l don't know what to do! Tell me, what am l to do?
l think you should marry him.
Will you forget me?
l'll never forgive myself the day l forget you.
How will l live this life?
You'll be a good wife. And l'll try to become a good human being.
Will you promise me something?
We'd rather not make any more promises.
l'm asking for my right.
Go on.
You won't stop writing poems.
Writing poetry isn't mechanical...
say like building a house with brick and mortar.
But if you keep writing, it will make me happy.
Pooja...
Yes Amit...
Maybe this is the last time l'm calling you ''Pooja''.
Decided? After due deliberation?
Yes.
May l ask why?
Even for the sake of our happiness, we have no right to ignore...
the wishes of our parents. We can't trample upon their sentiments...
to build a world for ourselves...
That leaves nothing to ask or say.
Nothing!
l put together a few poems for my first anthology.
l wanted you to have the first copy. As a gift of love.
With time and circumstance, this becomes your wedding gift.
Now who would have guessed that?
My wedding gift. For you.
Were l a poet, l would've written an anthology for you.
Poetry is my weakness. And this poet in particular.
And his anthology, ''Kabhi Kabhie'' - ''Sometimes''.
ln every line, he has poured his heart out.
lf we ever meet happen to meet this poet...
we'll surely ask him to read his poetry for us.
We'll tell him that he was with us on first night together.
l hear you sing very well.
Will you sing one of these verses? For our first night together...
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''Sometimes my heart tells me''
''You were created for me''
''Up there with the stars you were''
''Till you were sent down to earth for my sake''
''My heart tells me at times''
''Your body, your soul, your eyes are mine''
''The shade of these tresses were made for me''
''Your body, your lips, your arms are mine and mine and mine alone''
''My heart sings to me sometimes''
''ln the tunes of the shehnai'' (Shehnai: wind instrument from lndia)
''On our first night together l will lift the veil''
''You are shy and you quaver As l take you in my arms''
''My heart asks me''
''Will you love me like this all my life?''
''Will you always look at me with love in your eyes?''
''l know, you belong to someone else''
''But still...''
''Sometimes my heart tells me''
''Sometimes''
''l think of you''
Get up.
What happened?
Well, what...?
lf l walked down to the reception looking like this...
and told the well-dressed receptionist, ''Good morning, miss''...
imagine what she will say? - She'll say, you're shameless.
Get up. The sun is shining through.
The sun never rises on a honeymoon. They say, it's a night of days.
Crazy!
Even if the sun happens to rise, all you have to do...
is keep your eyes screwed tight. That's all it takes to make a night.
Haven't you anything else to do? - No.
Honeymoon means love. Just simple love And darling, love is life!
You know before marrying you, l used to think that...
a man must never marry. Just waltz through a dozen affairs.
But having done the deed, my philosophy is completely changed.
Marriage is a checking account in a bank: encashable at will.
Encashable only if you have a balance.
Else, your check is likely to bounce.
Let's find out, sweetheart!
Back, son? Good
Well, what have you decided?
l've given up thinking, Dad.
You think poetry is the only thing that needs thinking?
You think l don't think before l act?
l didn't mean that, Dad.
That Amit, who used to write poetry... l've left him far behind.
lt's your son Amit who is standing in front of you.
And what if you happen to find your old self once again?
ln the first place, l'll refuse to recognise him. But if he's adamant...
l'll shake his hand, l'll smile and l'll walk past him.
l hope you aren't getting emotional?
No father.
lt isn't that l don't appreciate your poetry.
l've read your book several times over.
You're a very good poet. - Let's not discuss it, Dad.
No, l'm telling you the truth.
But l don't have another son. l don't have a daughter.
You're the only one l have in this whole wide world.
And my business. And no matter the size...
this is the dream l cherish. l wish you'll make my dream come true.
lt's what every father expects from his son.
l won't disappoint you, Dad. You have my word.
l won't give you a chance to complain.
l'll fulfil your dream in every possible way.
l promise you.
Vicky! Bravo, my boy!
Hey, you damn fellow!
You aren't riding a mule. lt's a horse! Gallop!
Look how fast he's riding.
He'll take a few falls before he becomes a good rider.
What?
He isn't a coward like you. Stop worrying.
My son is a lion!
l know, great lion! - A lion! Like me!
Buck up, Vicky!
Come on! Come on!
Gitty up!
C'mon!
Excuse me, Miss Pinky...
How do you know my name?
Leave my hand! - Never let go of the hand!
That's what my Dad says. - You know what my Mom says?
What? - lf a boy ever holds your hand...
make sure you slap him so hard...
that his cheek comes out looking like lndia's map!
Go ahead with your cartography.
Now my Dad also says that if a girl is shy, you can conclude...
What's this Dad business? Are you still a baby?
lf your Mom meets my Dad, she'll fall in love with him.
Give my scarf back.
You don't ask for a gift to be returned.
Now where would you find a boyfriend like me?
Who would fall for a scarf worth four-and-three-quarters?
Where do you think you're going, lady?
''Being in love isn't wrong''
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''No one has ever escaped the passion''
''So what if we have kissed?''
''So what if we have made love? We are one at heart''
''lt's just that this has happened for the first time in our lives''
''But being in love isn't wrong''
''l am mature'' ''You are mature too''
''We'll lead the life we choose to live''
''Why listen to them who don't mean anything to us?''
''Being in love isn't wrong''
''What is custom? What is tradition?''
''What is religion? What is society?''
''Don't be afraid of your enemies Don't be shy to tell your friends''
''No one has ever escaped the passion''
''Being in love isn't wrong''
l've won one more cup, Dad! - Well done! Congratulations!
Thank you, sir. There's more goods news - Go on, son.
l'm in love! - ln love!
l'm in love. - Bravo, you jerk! Who's the girl?
Don't be silly.
What's the matter, sir? You look elated.
Matter to be elated over! My son is in love!
After all, he's your son! - Right! My son!
l send him away for studying, and this jerk falls in love!
Do work. Let's talk business. Where are you constructing the hotel?
Near Shyam Nagar. At present there's no 5-star hotel there.
Has work commenced? - Yes.
But it's up in the mountains. lt'll take time to complete.
Your hotels in Delhi and Bombay drive people crazy!
Now, why does a person go to a hotel?
Because he wants to do something without telling his or her spouse.
Just walk into a hotel, and you'll think...
you've just walked into a lingerie show.
Excuse me, you've to see Dr Kapoor - Oh no!
Oh yes! - Oh that bore!
Excuse me, l have to go and see this bore.
Get on with the good work. l'll see you at the site
when l get some free time. l can't say when, though.
Bye, Mr Mehra
This is a neat racket, Doctor Kapoor.
l've built this house out of reading this baumanometer.
l am okay!
Just a gimmick to get the rich man's goat.
There are simpler ways to treat this Now let me say hi to your wife.
Say it straight. You want a drink. - You're getting smarter. Keep it up.
You'll enjoy it. How about a couple of pegs?
Stop boring me. And you must be getting late?
Funny doctors pretend they don't drink.
Hey Shobha! Where are you? Anybody at home?
Hi there. Sit down.
What this you're watching? Even l can do that. Look here.
Today is a Wednesday. Pooja is coming on tv.
l thought l escaped Pooja! And here she is! Boring!
Please don't disturb me
lf you don't want to watch it, make yourself a drink.
The whisky is over there.
Suit myself!
l heard about the great Delhi hospitality.
No reaction?
Come on Vijay Khanna, help yourself.
Cheers!
Today we introduce to you Mr Amit the famous poet.
He's my favourite!
Ms Pooja, you must give the audience my greetings.
Which you have said and they have heard.
l believe they will be glad to have this introduction.
What next after ''Kabhi Kabhie''?
''Kabhi Kabhie'' was my first and perhaps my last anthology.
Meaning? - Years ago, l stopped writing poetry.
What is a life without...
poetry, art and music?
How can you live such a dry, drab and lonely life?
That's the life l'm living.
But l'll assure you it isn't an existence without purpose.
Love, it is said is what makes a man write his first lines.
Or maybe love is what impels a man to stop writing poetry.
But tell me, is this hearsay? Or is it a personal opinion?
The audience is still waiting for your answer.
l have said what l have to. And those who can, will understand.
On behalf of the viewers and myself, l will ask you...
to start writing once again. For our sake.
And now that we are here, how about reading one of your poems?
You might have heard my poem titled ''Kabhi Kabhie''.
Yes.
l have heard it. l have read it too.
''Kabhi Kabhie'' is one facet of my life.
Long before that, l had written another poem...
which reveals the other side of my life.
Here it is...
''Sometimes My heart tells me''
''Life could've passed in the shade of your long tresses then''
''The sorrows that burden my heart today''
''ln your eyes would have found solace''
''But that was not to be And such is how it is''
''Not you, nor your desire, Nor the pangs are''
''Life drags on as if Life needs no support anymore''
''There is no path, no destination No light upon my path...''
''Through darkness my life meanders ln this darkness, my way l will lose''
''This l know will come to be, my love''
''But still Sometimes, my heart tells me''
''Sometimes, my heart tells me''
Okay. Switch to studio no.4
lt has been so many years.
Yes. Many years. l've started losing count.
Come, let's go somewhere. l have so much to tell you.
Yes. l want to listen to everything you have to say.
Caught you red handed! l'm smart too.
My husband, Mr Vijay Khanna - Very pleased to meet you.
Long before l became her husband, l became your fan.
Did you tell him about our first night together?
l asked her to sing one of your poems.
You know, Pooja sings very well! She's also your fan.
Mr Amit... - Yes?
l have a small request. - Tell me.
Come to my house and join me for a drink.
l'd be very happy. Pooja would be happy too. Yes, Pooja?
lf that's so important, well let's do it.
Thank you
lt's coke for you isn't it, Pooja?
Come on, why don't you take a drink at times?
l've taken up a lot of good habits from you. Spare me this one.
Ever since she married me, she has been getting smarter and smarter.
What's your opinion? - l haven't one.
lt's a matter between husband and wife.
You aren't an outsider. Our relationship is very old.
l've known you for years. As a poet.
But Pooja, you missed something in that interview.
Missed? - Yes.
You never said anything about Mr Amit's poetry.
There's pathos in his every line.
The pangs of love...
as if he was scarred.
At least you could've asked him who she was.
Not your fault, you know. You didn't fall in love.
You don't know the lover's plight.
That poem of yours...
''Sometimes if we cross paths You will pretend not to know me''
''Sometimes when my name is mentioned You will feign ignorance''
''Of me? You have never heard''
Excuse me
''Sometimes if we cross paths You will pretend not to know me''
''Sometimes when my name is mentioned You will feign ignorance''
''Of me? You have never heard''
Look, l don't build houses, l build homes.
And walls and doors and windows don't make homes.
lt takes people to make homes.
How they think, how they feel, how they live their lives...
and the people who visit their homes ... their friends, their foes...
The house they live in, pictures what they are.
lt means, a man's status is revealed from his residence.
See me in my office on Monday. l'll give you the details.
Where's Mr Amit? - He has left.
Without as much as telling me? These poets are really moody.
Looks like he has suffered.
That question during the interview was a good one.
That girl has ruined his life.
All you men think alike. ln the end, it's the woman who gets all the blame.
You're right
Men are selfish. We never even think what the woman has to go through.
By the way, your son called. - Anything special?
Very special! - What?
He is in love!
ls that why he called? - You don't know this, Pooja.
When l first fell in love, l wanted to tell everyone!
Whenever l was alone, l used to scream at the top of my voice, ''l'm in love''
l love you
Not over and over and over again... Look, over there.
Such a beautiful place!
For ages, the mountains have stood here. ln silence.
As if they've been waiting all this while for us.
And the golden sun lying on the snow over there.
And the trees standing like hermits worshipping nature...
And you don't even seem to notice.
''l can't take my eyes off you''
''Nature's beauty means nothing to me''
''My desire isn't sated yet''
''Nature's beauty means nothing to me''
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''Your eyes burns with desire''
''Like the fire upon snows''
''My body is on fire''
''Nature's beauty means nothing to me''
''There lies a sea of colors and fragrances''
''But we don't even know if it's the day or the night''
''A whole Universe l can feel within myself'
''Nature's beauty means nothing to me''
''l see the shadow of my eye-lids in your eyes''
''ln your face l can see my emotions mirrored''
''l have never had enough of you''
''l always crave to meet you...
Goodbye kiss!
l'll call you. - l'll wait.
What are you gaping at? - The scene.
Keep going. - Sure.
Oh my baby! l love you. l missed you
Where's Papa? - lnside.
lnside?
Papa.
ls Pinky home? - Pinky...? No.
But l just heard her voice.
An illusion, maybe? - Very strange.
Give yourself a treatment, doctor. Okay?
Pinky my baby! - How are you, Papa?
Papa, you love me? - Ofcourse dear.
Where's my tape recorder?
My tape recorder...?
Shut your eyes... - Done.
Now say, ''Open Sesame''
Open Sesame - Louder.
Open Sesame. - Here comes your tape recorder.
Keep yourselves company. l've a lot of work to do.
l'll cook up a sweet and...
potato in sour sauce. Right?
Hello. Testing... 1 , 2, 3... Mummy, l've come home.
You are welcome my darling.
Do you love me, Papa? - Papa loves his daughter very much
Your coming has brightened up our lives!
Without you this house looked so empty.
l'll never leave you. - But you'll have.
Why? - Someone will marry you someday.
lsn't it possible to l bring home the man l marry?
You mad girl, go to your room and change.
My patients are waiting. - Papa, give me a kiss
Ramdeen, Govind where the hell are you?
Come up here Can't you hear me?
What happened sweetheart? - Everything is in a mess!
Who removed my photograph from here? Who came in here?
Your father used to come to your room.
He missed you.
He comes here and sits here for hours.
He fiddles with your things.
He took your photograph. lt's on the table by his bed.
He kisses the photo every night before he goes to bed.
My baby, l can't live without you.
Yes, it's me. - Hello, Vicky
What are you up to? - Nothing.
When are you seeing me? - l just left you.
Can l come over? - Why?
l can't take my eyes off you.
Go on... - Buddy, so when are we meeting?
Buddy? - Eleven tomorrow?
Are you on grass or something? - Just came in from the garden.
Yes. Daddy is here. And he's fine.
He's in his room making plans for a new house. For us.
So Daddy's breathing down your neck? Scared of Daddy?
Not at all.
Eleven sharp tomorrow, then?
On one condition. - What?
Kiss me and say you love me
Not now, man!
Look, at times, a man is helpless! Try to understand.
Then l won't come. - Please...
Now don't do this. Eleven tomorrow, right?
No... - Pinky, please man...
Okay. l love you...
ln my time, l've had my share of flings.
This is just your first time.
Dad, just you wait and watch.
As if you've won the the cup for the greatest casanova.
Call it my jackpot in the derby.
Who's this girl? Tell me.
Making friends with Dad could be profitable.
She's from your part of the world. - From Delhi? And l don't know her?
She's in school with me. Her father is a doctor.
Dr R.P.Kapoor
You mean my doctor's daughter? Made my day!
Didn't l say, my son will show his colors someday!
You fool! Did you hear that?
What's the problem. - No problem.
Your son is in love with my doctor's daughter.
What? - Look he's feeling shy.
Come, let's launch the attack!
l had warned him to take care of his daughter. Let's go.
But in this state...? - What do you mean?
Let me change my dress. - What for? For impressing people?
l've been impressed for years!
What are you laughing at you jackass? She's your mother!
Come on, pick her up. - What are you doing?
Was that an important caller? - Yes... a friend...
she came along with me from the hostel.
And you like her a lot? - Yes.
Ever since we've met, it's as though, we're in love...
lt happens doesn't it Dad? You meet someone for the first time...
and you get involved for a lifetime.
lt happens, especially to people your age.
What's his name? - What?
You're caught.
Won't you tell us your girlfriend's name?
Hey Doctor, come out man!
Doctor, didn't l say my son will show his colors someday?
Colors...?
Let's have a look at you sweetheart
With your permission?
God bless you.
Let me take a look at you. Shobha she looks just like you.
You used to be my friend's wife. The relationship is changing.
Henceforth our relations have changed.
l have a right to flirt with you from now on. Right, doctor?
With Pooja's permission. - As if he needs permission.
He's the father of a grown-up son, and look at him.
Still up to childish pranks. - l'm young at heart!
Come into my arms, Shobha!
Why are you coming in between?
Blood pressure... - To hell with blood pressure
Where's that moron?
What are you doing? You're wet! Fatty, l'll fix you!
What's wrong mom?
Who is it on your mind? Dad kissed you before he left, didn't he?
Shut up. - Fine.
But we are friends. Okay? - Yes, we are friends
Honest? - Honest
Cross your heart - Cross my heart
Motherhood... - Yes, Robinhood...
Shall l ask you something? - Ask.
When you were in college, there must've been...
an ambulance trailing behind you. - Meaning...?
l mean, men must've been fainting left and right.
Apple-polishing, is this? Shut up.
You must've liked someone. Else you wouldn't be humming.
Look, don't tell lies. Tell me the truth.
Those were the days in college. Those days are gone.
But we weren't like you.
You meet a girl in the morning, and by evening, you're engaged.
ln your times, people went platonic for six months!
For a year afterwards, hello's, how-are-you's and niceties.
By the time you get to start a relationship...
she gets to know that her parents have fixed her wedding elsewhere.
Which leaves the poor Romeo to play uncle to Juliet's baby.
Pinky looks so happy. She's very lucky.
The boy is so nice. And it's a good family.
What are you thinking about?
She's going to get engaged. And then, comes the wedding.
Don't worry. l've put together a dowry for Pinky.
l'm her mother. l know my duty.
l'm not talking about that. - Then what is it?
Look, Pinky's in-law's live in the same city.
ln a way that's good. We can keep seeing her.
That's just why the secret can longer be kept a secret.
What secret?
You know fully well. But you'd rather have me speak about it.
l don't know any secret. - We shouldn't be selfish.
l can understand, how painful it's going to be for you.
But we should make a clean breast of it.
Have you ever thought where this is going to end?
Even l'm scared when l think about it.
But how long can we keep it a secret? Besides, the Khannas are our friends.
When they come to know, we'll lose face.
Then why are you asking me? Go and keep up your face.
You always get your way with things. Do whatever you want.
l knew long ago that Pinky could never be your daughter!
You're such a bore and she's such a sweet girl.
We're the bridespeople, after all. You have the upper hand. Go on.
l won't let you off lightly. We don't measure people...
by labels and families. lt's the heart that counts.
Am l right Pooja?
He wants my opinion?
Don't you let go of your chance.
l need someone to second me. Besides, you're my wife.
Will you ever speak against me? - Sure. That's what wives are for.
l think you should tell Pinky everything.
Are you out of your mind?
Pooja, you don't know Pinky.
l don't think it's a good idea to tell her.
The earlier we learn to trust our children, the better.
Tomorrow they shouldn't blame us for cooking up things.
When a child falls, he bruises himself.
lf the child was pushed, the wound could run deep.
Today, Pinky is a girl. Tomorrow, she will become a woman.
She might never forgive us.
This is not true! Tell me Papa that l'm your daughter!
Pinky my child, l... - l'm my Mama's baby! Tell me!
Yes! You're our daughter, dear. Our darling daughter.
Then why did you say that l have another mother?
l don't have another Mom. Even if it were true...
you should never have told me. - l told him, but he insisted.
Shobha, we shouldn't be selfish.
lf it's selfishness to be a mother...
if it's selfishness to crave for a daughter's love...
then l'd rather be be a selfish woman.
Pinky my child...
how long could we have kept this a secret?
After the wedding, when the documents relating to your inheritance...
are handed over to you, the truth would surely out.
Your natural mother is still alive. We are your foster parents.
All of a sudden, there comes up a name.
A name that never concerned me. Someone l was never related to.
And today, she's my mother. l have become her daughter.
But what difference does it make?
A lot of difference!
You pick up a plant you have cared for...
you pull it out by the roots, you throw it away...
and you say that it makes no difference to you!
lt will kill the plant! lt will kill me!
l forgot it. l'm not Pinky's mother. l've forgotten it for years!
And today...
What difference does it make?
She deserted you after you were born.
And today, she means so much for you?
And those who gave you all their love... they mean nothing to you?
What do l do? Today l hesitate even to ask for a cup of tea in that house.
To think that l used to throw a tantrum...
every time l wasn't given what l wanted.
When l didn't like the food, l'd smash the plates.
But today, l haven't the guts to say a word.
Great! This is how you pay your parents back!
ls this how you repay their love for you?
Just because somewhere there's a woman who gave birth to you.
So that's why she's your Mother.
Why rake up the past? What've you got to do with her?
Listen to me. Forget the story.
This is not a story. There is someone.
She born me. She is my mother.
You know what the word mother means? This one word has changed my life.
She has snatched my family away! Damn it! l've the right to know her
What about our love, the wedding, our life together?
l can't say anything now. - Or you don't want to?
Please, Vicky. Try to understand me.
l don't even know why my mother deserted me.
What was her problem?
l don't even know who my Dad is.
l wish to know about myself. Why don't you understand?
Okay...
What do you want to do? - l'll meet my mother.
Then? - What do you mean?
l mean, what after that? - This l can't tell now.
Because you don't know? - Yes.
When do you wish to go? - As soon as possible.
Very well. We'll both go and see your mother.
You aren't coming with me. - Why?
Because this is a personal matter.
Am l an outsider? - l didn't say that.
For God sake... Alone! ln a strange place! Strange people!
l can take care of myself. - But l'm coming with you.
ls that clear with you? - No. Damn it. No
Nobody shall come with me. None
Where have you been all morning?
Dad... may l have a drink with you?
Have you had a drink before?
Beer. - Go ahead
Only one peg. - l said, no
Sorry son. - Bloody shit
Had a fight with Pinky?
What's the problem, son?
What difference would it have made had God not created woman?
You wouldn't have been born.
God has created woman so that you can grow up and abuse her.
You're becoming indecent day by day.
l'm not talking about you. l'm talking about Pinky.
She picked a fight with me, and she walked out on me.
Where has she gone? - To find her newfound mother.
And you let her go?
To a strange place... to meet strangers...?
What if in a weak moment, she does something wrong?
What else could l do? l told her, l'm ready to go with her.
But she screamed at me! And she said no one goes with her.
She says a no, and you drop the idea? And you're madly in love with her?
Don't call my love mad, Dad! - Damn it! Be a man!
lf you love her, then follow her to the end of the world.
Bring her back. Prove that you're my son.
Vicky, where are you going?! Ask him where he's going.
Don't you want your son to know his responsibilities?
Let him make his own decisions. Let him stand on his own feet.
Let him go
Yes?
My name is Pinky.
l'm coming from Delhi. From Dr Kapoor's...
Who is it, Anju?
Who is this? - My niece.
Your uncle.
How did you come alone?
Weren't you afraid of taking such a long journey all alone?
No news. And no letter. You could've sent us a telegram.
She might've decided on the spur of the moment.
l'm seeing you after years. l couldn't recognise you.
You wouldn't even remember me. You were very small then.
20 years...
Come, l'll show you to your room.
This is your room. Take a bath. The bathroom is there.
Take a hot water bath. You'll feel fresh.
l'll lay the table in the meantime.
What's her name? - Pinky
Why has she come here?
Why does one come to visit a relative?
And what did you say your cousin's name is?
Mrs Shobha Kapoor
Strange, isn't it? A strange face, a strange name you never heard of...
comes knocking, and tells you, let's play relatives.
Even l was surprised to see her. - So l thought.
Hi mummy. Hello Papa. - Hello sweetheart!
She's your cousin from Delhi.
l'm Sweety. - l'm Pinky.
Papa, isn't she sweet? Come, sit here.
Let Pinky sit beside me.
Sure. Why not? - Come Pinky.
Start, Pinky. Come on, let me serve you.
Pass the bowl, Sweety.
Hey Sweety... - Yes Papa?
How was your day? - Fabulous!
And your game? - Fantafabulous!
Good. lnvite me sometime for the game. - Okay
Don't you play any games? - Sometimes.
How about a match between Pinky and Sweety?
l'm not losing a match. Won't you back me up, Papa?
Ofcourse my darling. One to a hundred
And l'll back Pinky. Not one to hundred. One to a thousand!
Come to me, my child. - What's it Papa?
l'll show you a cartoon. Looks just like you.
l don't want to see it. - Why are you angry with me?
Show me all your teeth. Let's see how you look when you smile.
Papa, will you recite that poem? - Which one?
The one you had written about me when l was very small.
Let your Mummy recite that poem.
Anjali...
Recite that poem... - All right.
Come and sit beside me.
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''A little fairy came to my house''
''She came riding on a chariot lit with the moonlight''
''Her words were as sweet as honey''
''On her breath, the smell of perfumes''
''Her lips were like wet roses''
''Her cheeks were the color of ripe pomegranates''
''That was the little fairy who came to my house''
''When she came, the spring came with her''
''And flowers blossomed in my house''
''l have seen her a thousand times''
''But l can't take my eyes off her''
''She's the little fairy who came to my house''
''Then l asked her Who are you?''
''She smiled and said l'm your love''
''l've lived in your heart forever''
''This is the first time l've come to your home''
''She's the little fairy who came to my house''
''She came riding on a chariot lit with the moonlight''
What a beautiful poem! You write so well.
Thank you
Why don't you write a poem about Pinky?
Why about Pinky?
He's my Papa. He'll write about me.
He won't write about anyone else! Not even about you!
You shouldn't talk like that before a guest.
Who is she?
l cannot tell you yet who you are.
How long will she stay in our house?
How long can l hide this?
lt's just a matter of a few days. She isn't going to stay here forever.
The way Mummy was looking at her! As if she's loathe to leave her!
Why did you leave me?
As of now, you will not understand. Neither can l explain this.
Our well-wishers purport to act in the best of our interests.
l've suffered for it.
l haven't seen my daughter in 20 years...
the daughter l born.
ln life, these petty event come and go.
One who understands and adjusts accordingly, is wise.
May l call you my mother?
No. Not yet.
Vicky you? Here?
Your tears tell me that you've been crying your heart out for me.
Yes Vicky.
Aren't my eyes telling you something? At least you can do me the courtesy...
of asking if l've had a pleasant journey.
Vicky, l'm very disturbed.
So you've met your mother, haven't you?
You shouldn't have come here.
Now that you're here, make sure you don't meet me.
Even if we meet, make sure you don't recognise me.
l have a past and you know that. But there's no place in it for you.
Don't you rub it in!
l didn't come here to enjoy myself.
Watch this!
Hello!
You seem to be new here. - ls this an exclusive zone?
You are most welcome - You are sweet.
l'm sweety. - What?
The name is Sweety. - Where do you live?
That's our house over there. lt's called ''The Past''.
The Past...?
Say, heads or tails. - Heads l win, tails you lose.
Meaning? - l don't believe in losing.
That's dangerous.
lnteresting too. - l reckon.
So it's heads you win, tails l lose. But what if l win?
Really?
God helps those who are in love. You know that, don't you?
l could say l agree.
Even if He won't help lovers don't bother about it.
Okay
Which means, come what may, those who are in love win.
You're interesting. - Not charming?
Yes.
But how did love crop up? - l leave that to your senses.
How long will you be here? - Well... depends
Meaning...?
lf l find a job here, l'll stick around.
Else, it's back home. - l can help you get a job.
But on one condition. - What?
Ride my Tawny.
This pony? - Tawny. That's his name. My Tawny.
l've won every cup there is to be won in equestrians. May be you don't know.
We'll see. - Okay
Does he follow Sanskrit? - Try talking to him.
l'm your friend, man.
He surely understands French? - Try
Good day! We're friends.
Saw my Tawny? - You son of a gun! Move it!
Bravo boy!
Well miss, do l have my job? - Done.
Look, there's a button missing on my shirt.
Coming just now.
Let me put it on.
All right. l'll serve the breakfast.
Can l come with you? - Where?
To your office.
What will you do there? You'll get bored.
l'll get bored at home too.
l'll help you in the office. l'll be your secretary.
You won't get a better secretary. - Okay. Let's go.
l'll be back.
Papa, this is Vicky. He's a great rider!
He broke Tawny in.
Hello sir. - l'm ready.
Your sister? - No. Cousin. From Delhi.
Funny, l live in Delhi too. But l've never seen you.
Delhi is a big city.
That's why l came to a small place where everyone knows everyone else.
Vicky needs a job. Give him one.
What sort of job?
l'll do anything.
ln my opinion no work is big or small.
Man should understand the dignity of labour.
What's your opinion? - Big words, coming from you.
Tough pitch. For me too.
You should be in school.
The tides of time, sir. Landed me here.
But this is a nice place.
Sweety, if l give him a job, what's going to be my reward?
Oh, you are my darling papa. - That's reward enough.
Well young man, you've got yourself a job
Thank you sir. - Best of luck
What's your name? - Likh (Write)
l'm writing. Tell me. - Likhu.
Yes...? - Likhu
Look, you change your name. Every day, there's a mistake.
Dad's name? - Boojho (Guess)
How can l guess your Dad's name? Wasn't my Dad, was he?
Now give me your Dad's name. - Boojho Singh
Look, change your Dad. - What?
l mean change your Dad's name. Every day there's a mistake.
Name? - Rambhajan.
Not my name. Your name. - Rambhajan.
Yes Sir! - Put him on the trolley up there.
All the best young man - Thank you sir.
Bye miss...
You're a boy. Ran away from school? Or was it a fight at home?
What did you say your name was?
l haven't yet told you. - Please to.
Vikram Khanna alias Vicky.
lce the alias. Vikram Khanna will do.
Your address. - Address?
Up there on top of the hill.
Will you fly to work by helicopter?
Work starts at six sharp.
He lives on top of a hill, and gets the boss to recommend him.
Look, l'll put you up in the company guest house.
Thanks. May l move in bag and baggage?
Yes. Go, get it.
His secretary speaking.
May l know who is calling. Just a minute. Sir, your phone
Mr Mehra is on the line. - How are you Mr Mehra?
Secretary?
l didn't appoint her. l found her. And she's very sweet.
Now about your strange idea of building a 5 star hotel here...
when is your architect coming?
l'll try.
Your room.
35 bucks will be deducted from your salary every month.
You still have to pay two bucks for the water, and five for electricity.
Over there... the water tap.
You'll have to take the walk into the forest for nature's calls. Understand?
Beginning to. What about hot water?
What water? - Hot water.
Hot water...?
Up in the mornings, put out a bucket of water under the sun.
Come sundown, it will have warmed up.
What do you think you came here for? A holiday?
Water, hot!
Some romance!
l haven't had a bath in 27 years! And he wants hot water!
These kids think life is a song.
What are you looking for, Vicky?
lrrelevant question.
Besides, you wouldn't like to hear the answer.
Well, have you met your mother? - Yes. l met her.
So now you've had your wish? - Never mind my wishes.
- Just get on with the flirting. - Not my fault if someone likes me.
As if you're the only handsome man in the whole world.
lf this Vikram Khanna, alias Vicky were to look in your eyes...
and say the three words ''l love you''...
your eyes will start streaming.
Try, Vicky! - Try...!
And here you are, neck deep in this mess.
Has Mr Amit come to know, who you are?
No.
Mummy must've told you not to say it.
Worse, l can't even address my mother as Mummy!
Even after all these years... l still can't call her Mummy!
You fancied hurting yourself, Pinky. That's why you came here.
Now who's the better off for it? They were a happy family.
And you've landed in there like a bolt out of the blue!
You haven't seen the end of it!
He doesn't know yet. But once he gets wind...!
You've no right to destroy a decent man's life.
Let's go back, Pinky. Back to Delhi. Let's get married.
l'm changing my clothes. One minute...
What do l do now l'm in a soup!
lf she sees you here, she'll make sure l'm headed straight back to Delhi.
And the mess you'll be in... What do we do now?
ln the cupboard! - What are you doing, Vicky?
Putting on my tie. - Are you going out?
No... l'm undressing... taking my tie off... changing...
What's the matter? You look panicky.
No. But you look chic. - You said this the morning.
Did l? Which is the funniest part. Everything changes.
Eating habits, fashions, governments, they all change. Everything changes.
Everything except the cliche. l love you.
There's a feel-good thing about it.
You too?! l'm dead.
All set?
l was all set to have a fit of epilepsy.
What do you mean? - l mean Sweety...
there's something lovely, you know. - Show me!
No! Not in there! Not meant for ladies...
Not for ladies? - Not at all.
God created this exclusively for men. - Then, it must be something dirty.
No, it's lovely! - Let me see it then.
No, you'll get a shock! - Something electric?
A million volts! Look what it has done to me!
Now let's get out of here. - No. Let's sit here.
Lovely weather out there! The beauties of nature!
Please! Listen to me! Listen to me! You're a darling!
Let's climb a tree and eat mangoes. Come on.
Mangoes? - Grass, maybe...? Sorry!
Look at the weather! How romantic!
My love! My beauty! My little flower!
lt's snowing heavily. - Thrilling!
Chilling! - Why?
Your Dad is bearing straight down on us! - Why are you scared?
Look, your mother must be looking for you. Go home.
Let's sit here and talk. - Please! Listen to me!
Do you want me to get fired? Do you want me back in Delhi?
Will you come to dinner? - Yes
Promise? - Promise
Do you eat with your left hand ?
No. l just thought l'd try it out today.
What happened?
Sandwich! - Sandwich?
l was just thinking about sandwiches!
Pity the tomato sandwiched between a slice on top and a slice under!
lf you wish to eat a sandwich then l'll make one for you.
Are you feeling all right? - No, l have a cold.
Bad manners. You shouldn't sneeze at the table.
God bless you!
You must've been out in the snow. No wonder, you've caught a cold.
Look at Pinky. She didn't go out of her room.
Did you go out? - No, Mom... No, Aunt.
l thought she was about to call you Mummy.
Don't you think, Vicky?
There isn't much difference beween an aunt and a mother.
Right, sir?
lt's a question of accepting the relationship.
Some aunts could be better mothers, you know.
But l think, an aunt is an aunt. And a mother is a mother.
Right Mummy?
Pinky, drink your milk. You didn't eat dinner properly.
The milk is laced with brandy. You'll have a sound sleep.
l want to ask you something.
l think you aren't happy here. You're worrying yourself sick.
Just tell me, who is my father?
Don't ask this question now. Don't even think about it.
Good night, aunty!
Are you thinking what l am thinking?
l was thinking about Sweety.
l see. - What are you thinking about?
About Pinky.
What were you thinking about Pinky?
You may be seeing her after all these years.
But you needn't be so affectionate. Sweety might feel neglected.
Am l giving her too much attention? - You're showering your love on her.
You know, l can't bear to see Sweety becoming unhappy.
To live, a man needs an object of affection.
Sweety is not only the object. She's my life.
Amit, tell me something.
l hope you haven't stopped writing because of me.
Because of us.. Sweety... l, because of the family...?
l feel sad, whenever l think of it. l feel guilty.
Not for once must you think that you are responsible for my failure.
A part of my heart is dead, empty.
Can l not fill that emptiness?
l used to think that the pain would heal the wound.
What if you didn't think of the painful part?
Good or bad, that past, that wound... why don't you take it in your stride?
Anjali, l have tried.
But then l think not everyone gets everything out of life.
Forget it. Let's go to sleep.
What happened? You haven't slept? - l'm not getting sleep.
What are you thinking about?
Vijay, have l been a good wife?
lf you want it, l'll give you a certificate.
l, Vijay Khanna hereby certify...
You are the ideal woman and the ideal wife.
First, you will have to flatter me.
l'm no poet! l can't write odes in your praise.
l'm just a lowly mason in the trade of putting together brick and mortar.
At least you might try. - Trying l am, sweetheart.
Here stands the wall between us.
l won't listen till you've done your bit to flatter me.
Till then we're walls apart.
ls that a challenge?
Whatever you think.
l'm man enough. And in my times, l've breached many a wall.
When in love, fear not! Lady, you're great. l worship you!
Now you're on track. - You're nice. Very nice.
You're beautiful. Very beautiful!
Your eyes... - My eyes...?
Your eyes resemble... - Resemble what?
The lantern burning in a poor man's hut.
Vicky hasn't been writing. God knows, how he is.
He's my son. He must be enjoying himself.
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''The colours of the blossoms The sheen of your skin''
''Those eyes like a fairy's The effect is stunning''
''You're always needling me l'll get engaged to someone else''
''How can someone else As long as l am around''
''Never! Let the daggers be drawn''
''Unless you say yes, l'll use force''
''ln the end these lovers of mine Will always kill themselves''
''Stop playing hard to get''
''l'll grab you by the hair And l'll drag you home''
''Let the daggers be drawn''
''You have a way with words''
''And l'm ready for the consequences''
''Stop flirting with the other girls''
''l won't leave you Even if God tries to stop me''
''lf you are so eager l'll make you happy''
''l'm coming with you Let the daggers be drawn''
''When you like someone, you might fall in love''
''No use reasoning with your heart Fight the heart and you'll never win''
''Right, my love''
''When hearts come together you will fall in love''
''The coming together of hearts is a matter of destiny''
''This is the place to fall in love''
''For lovers, the world is a young place to be''
''Believe it or not Cupid can strike anyone''
''Every heart craves for love''
Love is life''
''Get close to someone''
''Give him your heart Give him your soul''
''Give someone a place in your heart'' - How?
''Be my guest. - Find a place in someone's heart''
''Youth comes only once''
''The season of love comes only once''
''Don't miss this season'' - Why?
''The seasons of love Mustn't be missed''
''lt doesn't blossom everyday'' - What?
''The blossoms of love Flower only in the spring of youth''
''Say it to someone'' - What?
''That you love him''
''Make someone say it to you'' - What?
''That she loves you''
''Even if it means getting a bad name Do it''
''That's the way with lovers''
''Let others heap insults on you Every insult is your reward''
''Tell someone you love her''
''Hear, someone says She's in love with you''
Mummy l've come home, mummy - You are welcome my darling
You love me, Papa? - Papa loves his darling Pinky...
very very very much!
Your coming has brightened up our lives!
Without you this house looked so empty.
l have no one, Papa! No one!
l'm suffering for what l have done.
l'm coming back, Mummy!
l have no one!
l want to go back. - So soon?
lt's been quite some time.
l just wanted to meet you. l've met you.
Are you sorry you came here?
No. l was in dark. After l came here, l've come to know everything.
And back in Delhi, my parents are all alone.
They have no one else but me. l've some duty towards them.
You're right. l wanted to ask you something.
Yes? - What do you think of Vicky?
What? - Do you like him?
l...?
Yes. l wanted to know your opinion before taking a decision.
He's nice... what can l say...?
He lives in Delhi. l can come and go often. And we'll can meet too.
Maybe l'll get to know the Doctor and Shobha better.
l think Sweety and Vicky make a good pair.
l have to discuss this with my husband.
Cheater! - You lost.
How is Vicky?
He's a fine boy. But... l don't get you.
l think Sweety has taken a liking for him.
He likes her too. Why not pair them off?
Have you asked Sweety?
lf you don't believe me, you can ask her.
l'll ask her right away.
What are you drawing? - That's my sketch!
Papa! Give it back to me!
Please, Papa. Oh, Papa!
That's my guest house. But who's this boy?
Please, Papa! Look, l won't talk to you!
l'll tell you, who he is.
He's Vicky.
l like him too.
Are you in love with Sweety?
What do you think?
l think you're pretending. You're cheating her.
Do you know what they are thinking about you?
They're talking in terms of getting you and Sweety married.
You'll surely come for the wedding? - God damn! You be serious
lt's a matter of her life. - Who is responsible for all this?
Go on, Pinky. Say it. lt's all your fault.
You think, l traveled 1 100 miles to work in a stone quarry?
Did l come here for Sweety? Did l leave home for this?
And your coming here... now whom has it made any happier?
Are you any happier? - Am l happier?
Are your parents happier?
Or is your newfound mother any happier for it?
Go on. Bask in your newfound mother's love as long as you can!
But only till Mr Amit doesn't know about all this.
Then all this sweet talk will turn sour and love will turn to hatred.
And you're the root cause of all this, Pinky.
Take it out on me if you think it's my fault.
Why are you destroying an innocent girl's life?
You can't destroy someone's home.
They gave you shelter, they have trusted you.
ls this the way you repay them? Your lies will kill that girl!
What you call a lie could be true.
l defy you, Vicky!
lf you have guts, go and tell them that you want to marry Sweety.
l have only one weakness in my life. And you know that.
Please don't take advantage of my weakness.
Don't ridicule me, Pinky. You are my weakness.
l didn't come here to destroy this family.
l didn't come here to ruin their lives.
l wanted to go back with you as soon as you would.
Anyway l'll make you a promise.
After today, l won't give you a chance to complain. l promise
Do you know Vicky? - Yes.
How long have you known him? - l know him from Delhi.
Why has he come here? - For my sake.
Why? - We are engaged.
He was against my coming here. l fought with him and came here.
l fought with everyone... with Mummy... with Papa.
For your sake! For my sake! And after l came here...
You have been through so much.
Whose fault was it? And who suffers...?
l will not make you suffer anymore. l promise.
l have to make good those 20 years.
Yesterday it was Sweety. Today it's Pinky!
Till yesterday you were planning Sweety's wedding.
And today Pinky means everything for you.
Sweety is as much my daughter as she is yours.
Don't misunderstand me. Try to understand me if you can.
l feel like laughing at you!
You are a man after all. You can't change.
And you, the woman.
You can't overcome your weaknesses your duplicity, your subterfuge.
l was making a mistake. And l was so unaware.
l'm sure you're quite aware that what you're doing...
will hurt an innocent child. You know she loves Vicky.
And you also know that Sweety isn't only my weakness.
After my poetry, she is everything in life for me.
She is my poetry.
lf anyone tries to hurt her, l'll make her life miserable...
be it even my wife.
l feel so proud of you. But you enrage me!
l wish l could kill myself!
A mother has to bear much. But how much? For how long?
There must be an end to it. - What sort of a mother are you?
You wish ill of the child you have mothered!
You won't understand, Amit. No man can understand!
Because you aren't a woman. You aren't a mother.
You can't understand that no mother will wish her child ill.
You break her heart and you wish her well?
Why is Pinky so dear to you? Who is this Pinky?
Who is she to you? Answer me.
Don't be obstinate, Amit. lt's an old wound.
The wounds is festering. lt stinks!
The poison has seeped into our lives! lt's poisoning my family!
Who is this Pinky? Why is she here? How are you related to her? Tell me!
Pinky is my daughter.
Breakfast.
Uncle l'm ready. l'll be with you in a minute.
Yes! So what am l to do?
Should l welcome this architect with a garland?
lf he's coming here, am l to blame?
Uncle tea.
Put it down.
Are you angry with me?
lf l have made a mistake, please forgive me.
Why should you make a mistake? l'm the one who is wrong.
Ever since you walked into my life, life has become unbearable!
Pinky is my daughter.
Amit, l couldn't sleep last night.
l can't quite make you out.
But l know what you are.
With hatred in your heart, you can only go wrong.
And why this hatred? How did it arise?
Who is Pinky's father?
He isn't alive.
He was a test pilot. We were engaged.
l saw him get into that plane...
No...
lt has been 20 years since.
For me, that was another lifetime.
After l came into your life, l shut my past out.
l became yours. Entirely.
My life begins with you. My life ends with you.
For me, that past is dead.
Not dead. The embers are still flying in my face!
Hello, there. Good morning!
You?
Are you the architect? - What do you think?
Do you think l'm out of a circus?
And you...? - Given up poetry. Taken to stones.
You're the one who's going to bring my designs to life.
This 5 star hotel will be one of its kind in this country.
Let's hope so
And on the pretext, l'll have the pleasure of seeing you often.
The site looks fine. Let me take a look.
Who's that fellow? - He came here a few days ago.
Very hard working. He's also from Delhi.
l think so too. - You know him?
Will you please call him here?
Come here. - Yes, sir
Right, sir
Young fellow! When l was of your age, l'd do the pentathlon! C'mon
They call me Vijay Khanna. - They call me Vikram Khanna.
Pleased to meet you. - l'm proud of you my son
Thank you, Dad - Excuse me...?
Yes. This Romeo is my son.
You shouldn't have hidden it from me.
lt wouldn't have been any fun.
Anyway, sir... l've laid the dynamites.
The first blast is at nine tomorrow morning.
After that, there will be blasts every 5 minutes.
By four p.m. the hill will have become a rubble.
Excuse me, sir... l'll get back to my work. Bye, Dad
Bye, son. See you
l have a small request. - Yes?
Dinner with us tonight.
You walked away from my house. But l'll surely have dinner with you.
Pooja will be happy.
ls she here with you?
l'd never come to this godforsaken place all alone.
l'm the romantic type.
l gave up romancing girls after the marriage. Now l make do with the wife.
Where are you staying? - ln Mr Mehra's zoo.
l'll pick you up in the evening. - Good
Won't you sit down?
Where's Mr Vijay? - He's getting dressed up.
He takes more time than me to get dressed.
How have you been?
Alive - ls that all?
What else? - Are you happy?
From the conventional point of view, yes l'm happy.
And married? - Yes. lt's been many years.
Your wife must be beautiful. Your choice can never be bad.
Yes, my wife is beautiful.
But it wasn't my choice.
Children? - One girl.
A few years younger to Vicky.
Have you met Vicky? - Yes.
Did you like him? - He reminds of my dreams.
Any more questions?
So many years, so many questions...
ln the end, life is reduced to a few questions, a few answers.
How are you Pooja?
Not Mrs Pooja Khanna? Like you addressed me that day?
Coming from you, it sounded strange.
You'll get used to it.
l'm leading the life you told me to live.
My husband, my home, my son, ... that's my world.
l've no complaints against my life. All except one.
You didn't keep your promise.
l never promised you l'd write poetry.
But l had begged of you. As long as you wrote...
l'd live on, in some corner of your heart.
That heart... was it ever mine?
After meeting you, l realise that you haven't forgotten me.
Your memories... the only thing l treasure in my life.
Please, let me keep what little l have left.
l feel so proud. But l'm sad too.
My memories are the cause of your sorrow.
l feel guilty.
Who is to stop you from thinking about me?
But be not sad when you think of me. Be happy when you think of me.
As l feel happy when l remember you.
When did you come? - Long ago.
l'm sorry. Come, let's go.
Weren't you and Amit studying in the same College?
Yes.
Those must have been his days... his poetry must've been evocative.
lt must've been hard not to fall for the magic.
You must've met each other. Right, Mr Amit?
You're right.
To tell you the truth, l'm confounded!
But if your poems were the talk of those days...
Pooja's beauty must've hit the headlines.
ln your place, l would've fallen in love with her.
Vijay, this is unwont!
Not really out of place, sweetheart. Maybe irrelevant now.
Anyway, l've never talked much sense, have l?
l beg your pardon, Mr Vijay.
What you are thinking isn't what you're saying.
There you're mistaken, Mr Poet. lf you're listening carefully...
you'll find that l'm speaking my mind.
Wasn't the anthology ''Kabhi Kabhie'' published around that time?
Yes. Mr Amit had presented me a copy. l'll show it to you...
when we're back in Delhi. - And on our first night together...
you recited one of his poems!
Sometimes, my heart tells me something-something!
Oh bloody hell!
My wife Anjali... Mr Vijay Khanna... Mrs Pooja Khanna
Mrs Khanna and l were together in the college.
Please be seated. l'll lay the table.
l'll join you. - Come.
Well Mr Vijay, it's time for your drink.
l'm going to really enjoy my drink!
Shall l ask you something? - Go on.
Won't you cry a lot, once l go back to Delhi?
My foot! - Maybe you'll cry a little?
Not even a few drops? - Never!
At least you'll miss me a lot. For a few days.
Then slowly you'll forget me.
You'll go to Delhi, when l let you go.
l've had it!
What a fool l've been!
lt was so simple! And l couldn't grasp it?
Vijay Khanna, you turned out to be a fool.
What happened, Mr Vijay?
We men are very selfish.
A thing so petty... and now it's blown out of proportion.
Friendships, relationships, ... are forgotten!
A woman bears your children, spends 20 years of her life with you.
Brings you happiness, like rain on a barren land.
And yet a man thinks about her past, her lovers...
Did she meet this man? Did she love that man?
Man denigrates himself when he thinks about these things.
Yeah, shucks!
l didn't expect this from you. l respect you a lot.
You're a poet. You understand the world better than l do.
You met me. You came home with me.
Had you told me that you were in love with Pooja...
my respect for you would've increased tenfold.
This is a matter of pride for me!
Pooja is so beautiful! Men would lay down their lives for her!
Believe me, l respect you. And l respect your opinion.
But l beg your pardon. You have never understood us.
You can never imagine the pain, the ache, the passion...
that ruled our hearts.
We are not liars. We aren't cowards.
lt's a very painful thing to do. We sacrificed our love...
for the sake of the happiness of our parents and the social mores.
We had decided that we would never cross each other's paths.
Even if we did meet, we would meet as strangers.
And when we met, we would never betray our emotions.
Those emotions we would bury. Our feelings we would strangle.
Lest the emotions that swayed our hearts us once...
destroy the lives of others, we would destroy our own lives.
To do that, one needs courage. The determination to do it.
The scar lies in my heart. Reputations, untarred.
Bravo!
Tears in your eyes? - May l not even l cry?
For what reason? - Will you tell me the truth?
Ask me.
Are you a God or something?
My darling, it is achievement enough if a man is humane.
Believe me, l'm very proud of you!
What are you thinking about?
What if you hadn't come here, what then?
What difference would that have made?
So many times, l wanted to kill myself.
And l lost you so many times. But then l won you back again.
Maybe this is love.
Darling, love is life.
What's happening? Have you gone mad?
l hate her! l hate her
Tell me what happened? What madness is this?
Pinky! That bitch!
Ever since she has come here, she has become the boss.
Mummy loves her! As if she's her daughter! Not me!
And now she's romancing Vicky! Right in front of my eyes!
Vicky is mine! And she knows that! She has no right! She's a bloody bitch!
You're becoming a spoilt brat.
You don't know how to talk to your father!
lf l can pamper you, then l can straighten you out as well!
Brat!
Papa slapped me! No one loves me! l'd rather die! l'll kill myself!
Why are you taking it out on Sweety? - What do you mean?
You're angry with me. You can't forgive me.
Forgive... a woman like you?
Someone who hid her sin for 20 years ... hid it from her own husband?
You're unparallelled!
That was my past.
There is no present without a past.
On the foundations of the past, stands the present.
The present is born from the womb of the past.
What about your past, Amit? - What do you mean?
Why don't you admit it that you still love Pooja?
You could never forget her.
Hurts, doesn't it? l touched a nerve, didn't l?
l don't have to listen to nonsense.
As your wife, l too have a right to your love.
You lost that right the day you gave birth to a bastard.
Why are you raking up my past again and again?
l beg of you!
l don't want to lose you! You mean everything to me.
lf not for me, then at least for Sweety's sake!
Please! Don't destroy the home we have made!
Forgive me! - No, Anju. You can't be excused.
Remember the day 20 years ago? When l gave up everything.
l came to you. For living a life together.
l shut out my mind, my heart. l stopped writing.
l wanted to become a husband, a father.
And you betrayed me. You cannot be forgiven.
You will have to suffer for what you did 20 years ago.
Very well, Amit. lf this is your decision, let it be so.
What's the use of living like strangers under one roof?
Meaning?
lf we can't give love each other, if we can't trust each other...
then let us part ways.
l have never interfered in anyone's life.
l have never looked back at the past.
Whether you want to stay or leave is all your wish.
Sweety! Stop!
Stop! lt's dangerous!
Leave me! Let me go!
What's wrong with you? Do you want to kill yourself?
l'll kill myself! Why are you bothered?
You go and flirt with Pinky. - Pinky is my fiancee. We're engaged.
What?
Sorry, Papa
Are you all right? l'm proud of you my son!
Are you all right Sweety? - l'm fine. Forgive me, Pinky.
l didn't know about you and Vicky.
You aren't leaving your home. l won't let you leave.
l've put you through so much suffering.
My hatred was consuming me.
Had something happened to Sweety, it would've killed me.
ln life, this moment is everything.
Whatever is past is past.
l'm yours, Anju. Only yours.
l'm begging for your love!
Forgive me! Please!
''Life is the elixir''
''We have to get the most out of life''
''For the sakes of others We will have to live our lives''
''To life give your love''
''To life l pledge loyalty''
''Together, we shall pray for life''
''For an eternity, my poetry will be sung''
''For an eternity my story will endure''
''ln ecstasy l will live forever''
''l am the fountainhead of eternal youth''