Always, Always : Kabhi Kabhie Page #8

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- 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.

It's an old wound.

The wound is festering.

It stinks!

The poison has seeped into our lives!

It'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 I'm ready.

I'll be with you in a minute.

So what am I to do?

Should I welcome this architect

with a garland?

If he's coming here,

am I to blame?

Uncle tea.

Put it down.

Are you angry with me?

If I have made a mistake,

please forgive me.

Why should you

make a mistake?

I'm the one who is wrong.

Ever since you walked into my life,

life has become unbearable!

Pinky is my daughter.

Amit, I couldn't sleep last night.

I can't quite make you out.

But I 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.

I saw him get into that plane...

No...

It has been 20 years since.

For me, that was another lifetime.

After I came into your life,

I shut my past out.

I 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!

You?

Are you the architect?

What do you think?

Do you think I'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.

And on the pretext, I'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.

I think so too.

- You know him?

Will you please call him here?

When I was of your age,

I'd do the pentathlon!

They call me Vijay Khanna.

- They call me Vikram Khanna.

Yes. This Romeo is my son.

You shouldn't have hidden it

from me.

It wouldn't have been any fun.

I'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.

I have a small request.

- Yes?

Dinner with us tonight.

You walked away from my house.

But I'll surely have dinner with you.

Pooja will be happy.

Is she here with you?

I'd never come to this

godforsaken place all alone.

I'm the romantic type.

I gave up romancing girls after the

marriage. Now I make do with the wife.

Where are you staying?

In Mr Mehra's zoo.

I'll pick you up in the evening.

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

Is that all?

What else?

Are you happy?

From the conventional point of view,

yes I'm happy.

And married?

Yes. It'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...

In 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.

I'm leading the life

you told me to live.

My husband, my home, my son,

...that's my world.

I've no complaints against

my life. All except one.

You didn't keep your promise.

I never promised you

I'd write poetry.

But I had begged of you.

As long as you wrote...

I'd live on, in some corner

of your heart.

That heart... was it ever mine?

After meeting you, I realise

that you haven't forgotten me.

Your memories... the only thing

I treasure in my life.

Please, let me keep what

little I have left.

I feel so proud.

But I'm sad too.

My memories are the cause

of your sorrow.

I 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 I feel happy

when I remember you.

When did you come?

- Long ago.

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.

It 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,

I'm confounded!

But if your poems were the

talk of those days...

Pooja's beauty must've

hit the headlines.

In your place, I would've

fallen in love with her.

Vijay, this is unwont!

Not really out of place, sweetheart.

Maybe irrelevant now.

Anyway, I've never talked

much sense, have I?

I beg your pardon, Mr Vijay.

What you are thinking

isn't what you're saying.

There you're mistaken, Mr Poet.

If you're listening carefully...

you'll find that

I'm speaking my mind.

Wasn't the anthology "Kabhi Kabhie"

published around that time?

Yes. Mr. Amit had presented me a copy.

I'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!

Mrs. Khanna and I were

together in the college.

Please be seated.

I'll lay the table.

I'll join you.

Come.

Well Mr. Vijay, it's time

for your drink.

I'm going to really enjoy my drink!

Shall I ask you something?

- Go on.

Won't you cry a lot,

once I go back to Delhi?

Maybe you'll cry a little?

Not even a few drops?

At least you'll miss me a lot.

For a few days.

Then slowly you'll forget me.

You'll go to Delhi,

when I let you go.

I've had it!

What a fool I've been!

It was so simple!

And I 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.

I didn't expect this from you.

I respect you a lot.

You're a poet. You understand

the world better than I 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, I respect you.

And I respect your opinion.

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