Balu Mahi Page #4

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I am not a love dove, nor a Barbie doll

But I still want you to spoil me!

You are most welcome, says your handsome

Go ahead and list your demands!

You are my top model

Our scandal's going to be super duper

I can put that down in writing

My heart doesn't listen to me anymore

I want it to be mine

But it insists on being yours

Drums beating in your ears

Sweat dripping sweetly

Let your hair loose

Cool, cool, cool, oh my hottie!

Do something naughty, shorty!

Bum ba bum bum Balu Mahi!

Lift up the party!

Cool, cool, cool, oh my hottie!

Do something naughty, shorty!

Bum ba bum bum Balu Mahi!

Lift up the party!

Hey!

Listen.

Come here.

Where'd he go?

Hold on.

Let's go.

Hurry.

He's going that way. Let's go

Are we gonna roam around Lahore?

What are we doing here, Mahi?

Look! You can see so much

of the city from here.

Yes, you can see a lot from here,

but can we please go?

Don't you ever relax?

Not everything in life

has to have a purpose.

Just enjoy the view from here.

- What are you doing? Someone will see us.

- Let them see!

It's getting quite cold, huh?

Why are you just standing there

staring at me?

Give me some of that shawl.

- You're quite rude, though.

- You bring out the best in me.

Always sulking.

No wonder she didn't marry you.

What was her name again?

At least tell me her name.

Ayesha.

Imagine if things had been different...

and you had ended up at the right wedding.

You would've been

standing here with Ayesha.

And what then?

We would never be standing here.

Why not?

She's not like you.

I see.

So, what's her type?

What kind of conversation is this?

The naughty kind.

If you're done enjoying the view,

can we leave?

Why'd she leave you?

You'll have to talk about it.

Might as well do it now.

Ayesha and I were college sweethearts.

This watch was our third anniversary gift.

Oh God! Do I have to

listen to her whole biography?

Ayesha was always a practical girl.

In the third semester,

I mentioned marriage...

and she lay down some conditions.

I met all her conditions, even went

to London to complete my Master's.

And?

A lot changed over

the next couple of years.

It's not even her fault.

I started feeling like no matter

what I did, it wasn't good enough for her.

Then one day, she stopped talking to me

and I had to secure a job

before we could think ahead.

It took me four months

to finally find a job and...

the first thing I did

was come to Pakistan.

When I landed, I found out

she was marrying someone else.

An investment banker.

No matter how much I abuse her...

...it is less... b*tch, wretched woman...

She is who she is...

but I've always loved her

with all my heart.

If you truly love someone...

you don't abandon them.

Please, let her go.

Hello! What are you doing here?

Look at them!

Look what they are doing too.

Where are you going?

Don't know about you

but I get really hungry when it's cold.

Let's go.

Like this.

Excuse me, sir.

Lassi's finished! One more glass.

I promise it's the last.

One should go to sleep

after eating so much, though.

I can't find my wallet.

What do you mean?

What else can it mean?

I think it fell somewhere.

What will we do now?

One second.

I only have this much change.

This won't even cover the lassi!

Don't you have any cash?

Why would I?

When you were running away

you should've stolen

some cash gift envelopes.

Run!

Hey! They've run off without paying!

Well, that helped digest all the food!

Balu, come on. Try! You can do it!

Why'd you have to run?

We could have explained the situation.

Oh, boy. This isn't London.

Here, they talk less and kick more.

We would have been

washing dishes right now!

It's better to wash dishes than steal.

So why did you run?

You could have stayed there!

You were holding my hand.

Can you let go now?

Oh, sorry...

I was just holding it.

It happens in stressful situations.

Typical boys. Always making a big deal.

- I didn't mean it like that.

- Sure! Of course you didn't.

You're like a Western boy

who'll hold anyone's hand!

What?

You think I'm available

'cause I ran away from my wedding?

Where are you going with this?

Yeah, yeah,

you were just trying to help me.

God has sent you down as a cow. Not

the cow in English but the one in Urdu.

You're on the rebound.

I've done as much as I can.

Daadi?

She worries a lot about you?

She is the only one who cares. Who else?

Why? What about your parents?

Busy with their families.

Can I say something?

Can anyone stop you?

That girl didn't deserve you at all.

Why's that?

Am I too good?

You're quite good.

It's peaceful.

Quiet...

and beautiful.

You appreciate these things?

Okay, then.

Tell me.

Tell you what?

Anything.

Okay, tell me which mountain peaks

you want to conquer?

My heart desires freedom.

To do whatever it desires.

When it wants to marry, I'll marry.

But if it doesn't want to,

then I won't.

Why must I do what people expect of me?

And not what I want to do?

I just want to ride a horse

off into the sunset.

Fly with the wind.

And nobody to stop me!

Just me and my flight.

If Mom were alive, I might have

been able to do all this.

You really miss your mom.

A lot.

But I can't talk about her.

I can't even ask about her.

If I mention her, Grandfather gets angry.

Why?

My dad met my mom in Hunza.

They got married against

my grandfather's will.

He wasn't happy then...

and he isn't happy now either.

And your dad?

He's quiet, like the silent sea.

I wonder how much bitterness

is welled up inside him.

Nobody knows.

Have you tried talking to him?

About what?

I can't even ask him to

take me to my mother's grave.

It's so strange that...

I've never been to her grave.

I've never placed...

a single flower on my mother's grave.

I'm not allowed to.

I'm so sorry, I don't know

what's gotten into me.

I never cry.

Okay, let me take you somewhere.

Oh, Dear Messenger of God

Oh, you're a blessing on mankind

In motivation of your love

I've begun my prayers

In every state of prostration after God

I took your name in divine words

Colour my scarf... colour my scarf

Color me, O' Master

Colour my scarf... colour my scarf

Color me, O' Master

This is my destiny

I have been called

This is my destiny

I have been called

My Master, I am here

Standing at your door

I am touched

My emptiness has been touched

You have pierced me

The color has started to take over me

I will be in your color

And become a rainbow

Cover me in your color, Master

Colour my scarf... colour my scarf

Colour me O' Master

Colour my scarf... colour my scarf

Colour me O' Master

Colour my scarf... colour my scarf

Colour me O' Master

Colour my scarf... colour my scarf

Colour me O' Master

Mahi! I have to tell you something..

Mausoleum's are made

for the good people of God.

Pray that they speak

on behalf of us evildoers.

I don't believe in all this.

Fine, you don't have to pray.

I'll take up your case with him myself.

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