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he'll irritate all your oldies there.

Huh...

My relationship with Baabu?

Father and son.

No...he's my son.

Yes I am the father

and I'm sending my son there.

Why is it so difficult to understand?

Hello...

They hung up.

What's to be so surprised?

Don't you think it's surprising?!!

Fine...now give me two passport

size photographs of yours.

To fill up your form.

- Form.

Are you really serious about this?

You still don't think I am serious?

Dude.. by this time tomorrow you'll be singing

hymns at the old people's home.

See... See...

It's a daily routine out there.

Hold this.

Why are you doing this?

For the record.

May you live long... am i stopping you?

Tell me, who'll be the happiest person?

Who checks your BP and sugar levels?

I do.

Who gives you your pills on time?

I know you do, Baabu...

...because you're a good son.

But just like many sons send

their good parents to an old people's home.

I am sending

my good son to old people's home.

Enough of this old

age home business already!

I can't sleep a wink if someone

changes the drapes in my room.

And you want me to

go over there?

Remember when you changed

the tiles in my bathroom?

I had constipation for 6 months.

And now you want to change

my entire location.

Look...I'll bring you back home

as soon as I break the record.

After 16 years?

Blame this Chinese guy for that.

If he died earlier...

...you could've come back earlier.

Now stop arguing.

And start packing.

Fine...

I have a solution.

If you want to stay in this house...

...then you must get me one thing.

What?

Baabu.

Baabu?!

- Yes, Baabu.

A new Baabu.

What?

Meet me on the terrace tonight.

I'll explain.

Hum thhe who thi

- R.D Burman, Kishore Kumar.

What do I have to do?

- Listen to this song.

There's a terrific story

behind this song

Kishore Kumar.

When Kishore Kumar was recording this song...

- Leave all that.

Actually, he couldn't sing.

He tried singing it a couple of times.

He yelled at the accompanist,

even the conductor...

Leave that.

I have nothing to do with them.

Tell me what I have to do.

First of all learn to a little

enthusiastic.

I'm trying to tell this terrific

story about Kishore Kumar...

...but, you don't seem excited at all.

In fact, you've stopped living.

The New Baabu will have

a child-like gleam in his eyes.

He'll be eager to hear

stories like this one.

Stop lecturing,

and tell me what I need to do.

Write a love-letter.

With all your emotions,

to your beloved wife.

Love letter? Me !!?

Who else will write

a love letter to your wife?

She's dead.

- But you're still alive.

I am not going to write any letter.

Then the second option is... this.

I will write it.

- Very good.

And with that,

you've accepted my first condition.

First? What do you mean?

Over the next six months,

I'll give many such tasks.

And you will have finish them all.

Okay fine, you can skip any one task

Okay?

I mean...you can skip any one.

Don't worry.

Not all tasks will be

as difficult as writing a love letter.

Some will be as easy as a breeze.

You'll do good.

Like...for example.

This...

For instance this conch.

Blow it.

- Huh?

Blow it.

I said blow it.

It's a condition.

Look at my age.

...I will rupture a lung.

You'll be absolutely fine.

Look, hold it like this.

And imagine that if you fail,

then you'll lose this house.

And your father will

send you to the old age home.

"What's this commotion?"

"What is this disturbance?"

"It's getting hard to breathe..."

"...and my heart's pounding."

"I'm afraid that my heart

might skip a beat."

"I'm falling in a trap,

and I guess that's the plan."

"Are you going to blindfold me..."

"...and practice target on my head."

"Why be so cruel to a kid."

"Why be so cruel to a kid."

"Why be so cruel to a kid."

"Why be so cruel to a kid."

Dhiru.

- Uncle.

I made this contract.

As he completes each task...

...then you, me,

and Baabu will sign on it.

It'll just be more fun

if we make this official.

You're the witness.

- No problem.

Hasmukh.

- Yes.

Keep him free for six months.

I'll pay half his salary.

- No problem.

Come, sir.

Baabu.

Baabu.

I've written down the

details of our conditions.

Nothing serious.

It'll just be more fun

if we make this official.

"I, Baabulal, willingly..."

Not willingly,

definitely not.

Should I write "helplessly" instead?

"I am plain and simple."

"And not too fancy either."

"I am really serious..."

"...and don't have too

many colors in my life."

"Will you give me sleepless night

and sleep soundly yourself."

"Why be so cruel to a kid."

"Why be so cruel to a kid."

"Why be so cruel to a kid."

"Why be so cruel to a kid."

He can't do it.

There's no way he can do it.

Uncle. Uncle.

- Dhiru.

What happened? Did he write it?

Just one minute to go.

I don't think he can do it.

But please forgive

him even if he can't.

Here he comes.

Uncle submit it quickly.

Just 30 more seconds to go.

Stay away.

Could you write it?

Here you go, father.

- Wonderful.

I never imagined you'll write it.

So proud of you.

Now read this out aloud and

fulfill the first condition.

The task was about writing,

not reading.

Then you read it, Dhiru.

- Don't you dare touch it!

Don't touch.

Okay fine, I'll read it.

Didn't he write it in blood?

Why will I write it with my blood?

That was not the condition.

- I never said it was.

Then why does he say so?

Don't utter a word,

Otherwise I'll kill you!

Let us... Let us concentrate on this.

Sit down. Sit down.

Stupid buffoon.

What is all this?

That was just rough work.

You just read ahead.

Wow... rough work in a love letter !

He taught mathematics... that's why.

Really? A teacher?

Why did you laugh?

What was so funny?

Baabu, stop it.

I'll read ahead.

"Dear Chandrika..."

"My entire existence is nestled..."

"...in the sweet memories

of our alluring married life."

Oh, God.

Is this Hindi?

Okay, sorry, sorry...

Your memories are

still fresh in my mind...

...like the Benarasi sari

you used to wear.

The bindi on your forehead.

Your anklet...

Anklet?

But Chandrika never wore an anklet.

Don't lie?

Well, this is inspired from the love letters

I used to confiscate from my students.

I just wrote the way they used to.

But, is there anything

original in this letter?

I'll read ahead.

"I could never say

this when you were alive..."

"...but, now I want to say

from the depths of my heart that..."

"Chandrika Three..."

What does Chandrika (3) mean?

You know... chandrika...

Chandrika... CHANDRIKA!

You know how it is.

- I know...

Is this a love letter,

or a statistics table.

"chandrika... Chandrika... CHANDRIKA!"

"I love you more

than you can imagine."

"But I have one complaint."

"On a Wednesday of 1961...

"...you had an argument with

my dear mother Saraswati Devi."

Yeah... now that's something original.

Just keep reading.

It's all original from here.

"As a lovely daughter-in-law,

you had the right..."

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