Akele Hum Akele Tum

Oh no!

You're out of tune.

Completely out of tune.

- What's up, Maestro?

- A lifeless voice can't sing in tune.

Sounds like she has a sore throat.

- What's wrong, Kiran?

- She needn't say. I know it all.

All these girls do nowadays is to

roam till late at nights with friends.

She has shouted her voice hoarse.

And they'll eat whatever they like.

Is that a sign of love for music?

- That's going to get you nowhere.

- Please do not say so, maestro.

Tell us Kiran, d'you or don't you

want to master classical music?

You must devote yourself

completely to your lessons.

I'll be back after a few days.

Get over the sore throat by then.

Greetings, Sir.

- Does he have a problem with me?

- Never mind the daily dramatics.

Have you got the tickets

to the New Year's party?

A pack of biscuits and a

bread. Need anything more?

- No thanks. How much was that?

- Fifteen bucks.

Rohit Kumar, your neighbor upstairs,

screams his head off all day.

Aren't your ears sore already?

- That's him rehearsing music.

And he loves music. Besides,

I am not irked to complain.

For God's sake!

How come you're so busy with your

accounts so early in the morning?

Won't you sit down to a cuppa?

- Woe beside!

Rohit Kumar hasn't

paid me in 3 months now.

He gets me to make him new

dresses every now and then.

But just doesn't bother

to pay for the stitching.

He owes me a large sum too.

But I just can't complain.

Hey Kanhaiya! Come

over for a cup of tea.

Give it a rev.

It's all your fault.

You've given the house to a

tuppence worth of a singer on rent.

All you have for yourself

is a room in the backyard.

Has he paid the rents yet?

He'll pay up in due

course. Fine fellow.

How are you, Rohit?

Hello, good morning.

- Good morning.

Come over here, Qasim.

- In a moment.

I'm ravenous.

- What can I get you?

a special cup of tea. - Coming up.

Mister Rohit kumar.

Hello, Mr. Jamshed. How d'you do?

Forget niceties. Talk cash.

Some bills are due

for a couple of months.

Today's the first of the month.

I'll settle your account on 30th.

Very well... er... what

did you say? By the 30th?

Exactly. How many days between

the 30th and the first? - One day.

- He's making a fool out of Jamshed.

- That's right.

Didn't you have a show

last night? How did it go?

It was a riot! - Was it then?! -

The crowd went berserk as I sang.

And the girls were crazy about me.

There was this girl

who caught my eye.

She has beautiful

eyes and a pretty face.

Fabulous! What happened later?

- She left after the program ended.

If she comes into my life, I'll

write the best songs on earth.

Dream you may. But everyone

cannot become Elvis.

Shut up Moolchand. You're a

grocer. What d'you know about music?

Someday Rohit Kumar will make the

greatest singer in our country.

Cheers.

- Cheers... cheers.

No one even bothers to listen.

Look... it's Mehra. He's counting

the proceeds of the show last night.

He made 50 to 60,000 last night.

- And we don't get a penny of it.

Happy New Year, Mr. Mehra.

What's so special about a New Year?

Just another day and another night.

Oh yes. But it was a grand

show last night, wasn't it?

Well, average, I'd say. -

Average, d'you say? - About that.

There! Look at the pile you made

last night. - What are you up to?

It's all because of me, Sir.

People come here to hear me sing.

That's how you sake in the moolah.

- D'you take yourself for a star...

...just because I've put up

a couple of your portraits?

- You see, Sir. I am...

- You should be grateful to me!

Grateful for letting you sing

before such a large gathering!

Minstrels like you roam

the streets a dime-a-dozen.

And no one would even

care to give you tuppence.

You ingrate!

Hii. - What?

How dare you misbehave! You come

here to sing. Not to chase girls!

I'm not chasing her,

Sir. I was just...

I'm responsible for the harangue.

- It's a part of my daily diet.

Now, what's it you were saying?

I'd like to learn how to sing from you.

- From me?

And, you wrote such a beautiful

song. I'm crazy about your song.

I can't think of anything else.

I couldn't sleep last night after

your show. I kept humming the tune.

- Neither did I sleep after the

show last night. - Why?

It is a new tune that

kept me up all the night.

Would you like to hear it?

Of course.

Hold this.

Fantastic. Wonderful.

Such a beautiful song!

So romantic.

Songs like that are what I'd

like to sing. Not the classicals.

Please teach me how to

sing a song like that.

I'll work hard at it.

No problem.

- Great.

Why don't we get married, Kiran?

What?!

I'm serious.

I've never thought about it.

I've only think about one thing.

- What?

Music and my career.

I want to make the

greatest singer of the land.

That'll be difficult.

- Why?

Because that status has been

booked for me a long while ago.

Kiran.

What could be better

for both of us?

We travel towards same goals. And

we could reach our goal together.

Tell me... will you marry me?

What brings you here?

He's a famous singer. - I see.

So you are a singer, are you?

Actually, I'm a composer.

I write the songs I sing.

Classicals?

Not classicals. I sing lighter tunes.

- How light?

I don't think you understand.

- Please help me too.

I sing songs that strike

a chord in the heart.

And where do you sing such songs?

Presently, I sing at a hotel.

- At a hotel?

One might as well sing at a hotel

as go around with a begging bowl.

As with wandering minstrels who

collect pence in tips if at all.

Enough. I have not come

here to discuss my careers.

So, what brings you here?

Excuse me, Kiran.

Stop, Rohit!

Listen to me...

Rohit... Please Rohit.

I didn't invite Rohit

so you might insult him.

D'you take me for a fool? A look at

him and I know why you invited him.

Stop being foolish. Your

marriage has already been fixed.

I'm in love with Rohit.

- Do you hear what she says?

You must consider the

consequences. This is not done.

The upbringing and education I've

given her all these years are a waste!

If you think so highly about my

upbringing and my education...

...you should respect

my decisions too.

I have a feeling that he's a

cunning fellow. He's ensnaring you.

You're still an innocent girl.

- I'm no innocent, mother.

And what does that make of you?

I'm an artist. And, he's an artist

too. You can't gauge our sentiments.

Don't I understand? An artist

my foot! A Bremen-town musician!

A good for nothing vagabond!

And she wants to marry him!

You'll get to know about the

realities in life in no time!

Don't you come back crying later on.

Our doors will have closed for you.

Just as well that you told me all

this. It'll help me take my decision.

I'm going to marry Rohit.

Kiran... Kir...

Enough.

- I'll floor them at the audition today.

- May I accompany you?

It'll take me 2

minutes to get dressed.

Isn't the plumber

expected in today?

See you. Bye.

How are you going to climb four

stories in the condition you are?

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