Band Baaja Baaraat Page #6

Uncle... I'll drop uncle...

Come on, uncle,

I'll drop you fast...

You can sit sideways uncle...

Ok, go, go.

So Mr. celebrity!

Refuse to recognise me?

Dude, mikka...

No mails, no sms...

Where have you been?

It's been a month

since I shifted to Delhi,

but you're such a big star...

Changed your mail ID, number...

Everything.

- Shut up!

- Look.

No way!

I have a friend in the times and got

your number through him finally...

Page three, not bad!

Bittoo Sharma, shruti kakkar!

I'll tell shruti. She

wouldn't have read it.

I guess she'll read it

when she comes to the office.

What's the problem?

Why you so roughed-up?

No, I am not.

In bold letters it says...

That means she would've seen it too.

Who?

What's up? Singing songs today?

What nonsense?

Didn't I ever sing before?

Before, shruti always

addressed me casually...

But since this morning she

has started calling me 'dear'.

You know she made tea

for me in the morning.

Terrible tea!

But first time, made it herself!

Now you see why I am so screwed up?

What do you think of this, bittoo?

He is the way he is!

Why? Has he sprouted wings suddenly?

Yes, he has sprouted wings!

Our small town boy

has become a big man.

I think you have sprouted wings!

This is the first time

you have praised bittoo!

I am totally screwed, man!

Screwed? What do you mean?

You chased her for so long...

And now that you guys have

finally hitched up, you are crying!

She is not the 'hitched' type,

she is the emotional type.

She thinks whatever has

happened between us is love.

Now you can't love the

person you're doing business with!

What?!

It's a business rule,

you won't get it, dude.

Had it been someone else I would

have finished it in a second...

But shruti's feelings will be hurt.

I can't hurt her.

She gave me work...

Made a man out of me...

Right... you are quite screwed.

Yes!

She is my friend, dude!

He is just a friend ma!

So can't one marry a friend?

Where did marriage come from?

You're the one

building flyovers of bittoo.

I thought you changed your mind.

I was just saying that

all men are not alike.

Now let's take bittoo,

for example...

He makes tea, does kitchen work,

I think he will even allow his

wife to work after marriage.

How do I look?

Oh ho, ruined my hair.

Doesn't matter.

Leave it now.

I feel a new sensation,

I feel you next to me.

The colours of

yesterday are changing,

into brighter shades of tomorrow.

We are half way on the path of love.

We will walk the rest of the mile,

in the footsteps of time.

We are half way there.

We will walk the rest of the mile,

in the footsteps of time.

We are half way there.

I don't know if it's

patience or a test...

It feels extreme...

It feels the best.

The lively yesterdays are a past...

The tranquil

tomorrows are now at last.

We are half way on the path of love.

We will walk the rest of the mile,

in the footsteps of time.

We are half way on the path of love.

We will walk the rest of the mile,

in the footsteps of time.

Who has done this?

Headless chicken you are!

What if it hurt someone?

Don't know what you're up to!

We will walk the rest of the mile,

in the footsteps of time.

So, mr bittoo...

Hey!

Dude! You are up and about so early!

Why are you looking so screwed up?

Nothing, you spoke so casually.

So... Should I address you as sir.

Bittoo.

No, casual is best.

Why are you being so strange?

Not at all.

Of course you are...

Now let's take the tea,

for example...

I made tea at home

yesterday evening...

And after one sip mummy

and papa said the truth,

that shruti can't make

tea to save her life...

But from that day on? Which day?

You know which day.

I've been making bad tea

and you've been drinking it.

Are you afraid that you

might hurt my feelings...

If you said the tea was bad?

Since when did you become so caring?

Whatever happened between us...

Just happened.

Don't worry, I am not

like your other ones...

Who stick to you like glue,

and you are always

running away from them.

I have no problems with

whatever happened between us.

No problem?

No.

Just be the same bittoo you were.

Why are you so serious?

Dude, you freaked the

living daylights out of me,

the way you behaved

after our session.

Session?

Dude, I thought shruti

had fallen in love with me.

But you are not the foolish

types who stick like glue!

I'm not foolish... Right!

Everyone makes mistakes...

Mistake...

Delete the mistake and move on...

Should I make tea

for you... with ginger?

Yes.

You were right all along, love and

business do not go hand in hand.

I am always right...

Now watch out,

we'll fly high.

Enough of this matchbox-sized room,

decrepit old bike!

Mercedes! That's

what it's going to be!

Just imagine if love were to

come between business partners...

Everything would've been lost.

Forget the Mercedes, we wouldn't

even have the cheapest car.

So then...

You happy, me happy.

Hello... shaadi mubarak...

You've called earlier?

There was some problem on the line,

but it's all sorted now.

Yes I'll be there soon.

Dude, I'm running to the

printer to check kalra's card...

You come directly for the

meeting with asma and zafar.

Ok. Bye.

We are half way on the path of love.

Stupid...

Idiot, fool...

You were following

your rule book, right?

Then why this emotional slip-up?

If you slip again, you'll be dead!

Now don't cry,

not a tear.

Hello, shaadi mubarak!

Yes, Ms. asma...

Yes, of course we are meeting...

Yes, 12 o'clock sharp.

Asma and zafar are great people...

Great choice of

location for a meeting.

Bit of fun, a bit of meeting.

Great atmosphere... right?

I can do the meeting myself,

why don't you just

enjoy the atmosphere?

Really?

Can I go?

Excuse me... shaadi mubarak?

- Asma and zafar?

- Yes, hi... Bittoo.

Shaadi mubarak... shaadi mubarak.

It's a good idea,

but what if we

didn't have lavender...

We have lavender...

And we will use lavender...

Why are you rejecting my

design just like that?

Too sober...

People come to shaadi

mubarak for kitsch, not sober.

Lower class losers

used to come for kitsch,

this is a high class party.

I'm myself lower class loser...

And I understand only kitsch.

You are high class

from London and America,

keep your upper and

lower class to yourself.

There are only 5 days to go.

Do what shaadi

mubarak is famous for.

Don't force your personal taste...

Should I put soya

sauce in your noodles?

I'll eat at home.

Couldn't you say so when

i was placing the order?

Did you ask me?

I was screaming my

lungs off standing here.

Two manchurian one veg one chicken...

Two chowmein one veg one chicken.

Should I worry about my

work or your nonsense?

I have no time for bickering.

I have mailed rajinder the menu.

Give this design to maqsood.

I'll arrive at the site

directly tomorrow morning.

It would be best if

you arrived on time.

Listen... shruti, wait.

Have you lost it? Get rid

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