Always, Always : Kabhi Kabhie Page #2

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to someone else"

"But still..."

"Sometimes"

"Sometimes"

"I think of you"

Get up.

What happened?

Well, what...?

If I 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, the honeymoon

is 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.

You know before marrying you,

I 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?

Well, what have you decided?

I've given up thinking, Dad.

You think poetry is the only thing

that needs thinking?

You think I don't think

before I act?

I didn't mean that, Dad.

That Amit, who used to write poetry...

I've left him far behind.

It's your son Amit who is

standing in front of you.

And what if you happen to find

your old self once again?

In the first place, I'll refuse to

recognise him. But if he's adamant...

I'll shake his hand, I'll smile

and I'll walk past him.

I hope you aren't

getting emotional?

No father.

It isn't that I don't

appreciate your poetry.

I've read your book

several times over.

You're a very good poet.

- Let's not discuss it, Dad.

No, I'm telling you the truth.

But I don't have another son.

I don't have a daughter.

You're the only one I have

in this whole wide world.

And my business.

And no matter the size...

this is the dream I cherish.

I wish you'll make my dream come true.

It's what every father

expects from his son.

I won't disappoint you, Dad.

You have my word.

I won't give you a chance

to complain.

I'll fulfil your dream

in every possible way.

I promise you.

Vicky! Bravo, my boy!

You aren't riding a mule.

It'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!

I know, great lion!

- A lion! Like me!

Gitty up!

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?

- If a boy ever holds your hand...

make sure you slap

him so hard...

that his cheek comes out

looking like India'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?

If 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"

"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"

"It's just that this has happened

for the first time in our lives"

"But being in love isn't wrong"

"I 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"

I've won one more cup, Dad!

Well done! Congratulations!

There's more goods news.

- Go on, son.

I'm in love.

Bravo, you jerk!

Who's the girl?

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!

I send him away for studying,

and this jerk falls in love!

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.

It'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, I have to go

and see this bore.

Get on with the good work.

I'll see you at the site

when I get some free time.

I can't say when, though.

This is a neat racket,

Doctor Kapoor.

I've built this house out of reading

this baumanometer.

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.

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 I can do that.

Look here.

Today is a Wednesday.

Pooja is coming on tv.

I thought I escaped Pooja!

And here she is! Boring!

If you don't want to watch it,

make yourself a drink.

The whisky is over there.

Suit myself!

I heard about the great Delhi

hospitality.

No reaction?

Come on Vijay Khanna,

help yourself.

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.

I 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, I 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 I'm living.

But I'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.

I have said what I have to.

And those who can, will understand.

On behalf of the viewers

and myself, I 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.

I have heard it.

I have read it too.

"Kabhi Kabhie" is one facet

of my life.

Long before that,

I 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"

"In your eyes would

have found solace"

"But that was not to be

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