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"...to argue with my mother."

"My only complaint is that

you argued with my loving mother..."

"...but never with my rude,

uncivilized...father."

"He needed to be taught a lesson."

"If only you did that then..."

"...this man wouldn't be trying

to make my life hell."

Read ahead...

I am.

"Do you know that this maniac..."

"...is planning to send

me to an old age home."

"Chandrika..."

- No!

What happened?

- Don't...

Don't read the next line...

...I...I got a little carried away.

- No-no...I'll read the entire thing.

"Tell me Chandrika."

"A father who plans to send

his own son to an old age home..."

"...must be such a Mother F..."

That was a bit too original Babu.

Actually,

I got carried away in Excitement.

Excitement.

Excitement!

Hey Dhiru.

Regardless of my humiliation,

something amazing has happened today.

What?

For the first time in 20 years...

...this man has got excited.

Teacher...full marks to you.

Here... Just sign here.

Here. Take it.

Wow!

Don't try that, you never succeed.

I am learning,

I'll succeed one day.

Here you go, you sign too.

One task completed.

Let's go to the second one.

What?

Why are you so shocked?

Get used to it.

Oh father, let me catch my breath.

Baabu. Baabu. Baabu.

Just one more...

...and then I won't bother

you for a week. Okay?

Dhiru.

The heading of the second task...

'Baabu and Dr. Mehta.'

Dr. Mehta?

Why do we have to observe

silence at a doctor's clinic?

Why, Dhiru?

Maybe because it

disturbs the patients.

But the silence will

make them feel worse.

There's no logic behind it.

What?

This is a clinic.

Stop your yapping.

We are up next after them.

And, I won't go inside

until you tell me what the condition is.

Look, you just go inside

like you do every day.

I'll tell you what is to be done

when you come out.

I won't enter Dr's room until

you tell me the condition.

Okay, sit.

Sit.

You go inside.

Get your checkups done.

Come out and head home.

Okay.

On the way,

call up the doctor's mobile and tell him...

"Doctor, I think I left

my wallet at your clinic."

"There's just 250

rupees in the wallet..."

"...but there are some important

documents."

"Leave it with your nurse,

and I'll collect it in the evening."

Just that.

- What do I have to do?

Leave my wallet inside?

- No-no...

Your wallet stays with you.

You just have to say that

you left it in there.

He'll look around

and say it isn't there.

Obviously, he'll

say that if it isn't there!

Exactly.

That is the condition, Baabu.

When he says it's not there,

then you'll say...

Dr. Mehta,

a respectable doctor like you...

...shouldn't be stealing a wallet

for a couple of hundred bucks!

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Huh!

Which medical college

taught you to pick pockets?

Say that.

You mean...you want me

to call Dr. Mehta a thief.

Yeah...

- What yeah.

You want me to call

a decent man a thief?

How do you come up

with such vile thoughts?

Come on, get up.

What kind of a task is this?

What's the meaning

of such an absurd condition?

Yeah... explain it to me as well.

Because this condition is for him,

and Dr. Mehata is getting screwed.

Right?

- Tell me...

Tell me the motive behind it.

Yes...

- What's the motive?

I'll tell you the motive.

Let me catch my breath first, Dhiru.

Look Dhiru, the motive is

to sever his ties with Dr. Mehta.

He keeps going to Mehta's clinic

even if nothing is wrong with him.

His entire existence reeks

of Dr. Mehta's clinic!

It's very simple...

If he calls Dr. Mehta a thief.

Will he ever check him again?

No...

- No, right.

And the relationship will

automatically be broken.

Is this the way?

Then tell me a better

way if you know one.

You could've just told me

directly not to go to Dr. Mehta.

I see...

Come on.

Hold this.

I'll tell you directly now.

I won't visit Dr. Mehta again.

Here, sign on it.

Sign it.

Sign it, uncle.

You're getting a good deal.

But if I ever fall sick...

- Then come to me .

Me...

I'll check you up, and tell you.

If it's anything serious,

then I'll take you to Mehta's clinic.

But I'll decide, okay.

Sign it. Come on, sign it.

You make all the decisions anyway.

Very good.

Well, Baabu,

that completes the second condition.

Congratulations, Baabu.

It is time to have a party.

No partying.

- Where are we going?

Two great things happened to you today.

Love in...and doctor out.

Wow!

great place.

Really great.

Eat. Eat.

Uncle, what's going to be

the next condition?

Sorry.

Oh... I completely forgot.

Yesterday, some guys came

to the shop to promote eye donation.

They gave us these pamphlets

to distribute to people who are very old.

So I brought one for you.

You too, uncle.

What's all this

when we're having a nice meal?

Uncle, this is very important.

After you die...

- Slow down.

After you die, donating your eyes

is the best thing to do.

Because even after people die,

their pupils stay alive for four hours.

Say for instance this uncle is dead, okay.

I am dead.

- Yes, you're dead.

But you'll make

someone else's life better.

Your burning pyre will bring

light to a blind man's life.

Aren't you going to say something?

You dragged me here for a party.

And he's talking about my death.

No no... it's only when you die.

Right now you just have

to fill the form.

Shut up!

You better remember son...

The day I get my hands on you...

...will be the last time

you ever see the light.

I am just looking for a chance, when...

...your bodyguard isn't around.

How is your food, sir?

Huh?

How is your food, sir?

She wants to know how the food is.

If we ever go to war with China...

...then I'll be on the frontline.

That's how I like it.

Tell her that in English...

He's saying that

if India goes to...war...

'Dr. Mehta's regular customer...'

'...was now spending his time

among pots and plants.'

'Everything was alright for a week.'

'And then the third condition

dropped like a bomb.'

Look. Look. Look.

For the third condition.

What are you guys doing in my room?

My blanket?

Where's my blanket?

Where is it?

Blanket...

Here's your blanket.

This isn't just a blanket anymore...

...it's your next task.

No. 3...

Stop fooling around with it!

Give it back.

- Hold on...

First, let me tell Dhiru

About the history of this blanket.

You can explain all that later.

But first keep it back

In its place, please.

Exactly my plan, Baabu.

I'll put it back where it belongs.

First, listen...

When Baabu was 10...

...Saraswati and I took him

to Kashmir on a holiday.

There were only two things

he liked in Kashmir.

The ducks in Dal Lake...

...and this blanket.

Since then he's been sleeping

with this blanket.

It's been...65 years now.

I...I can't sleep a wink without it.

So what?

So Baabu...

Let's combine both the

things that you liked in Kashmir.

Blanket and ducks...

So the third condition goes like this...

Hold on to this...

You need to...

Pass me the duck.

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