Banjo Page #2

But be careful,

Mumbai is a really nice place, and so are its people.

But not everyone's too nice.

Gotya. - Yeah.

How did I play?

Simply amazing.

But if you could play a little better, then...

Then what?

You think Taraat plays better than me.

That's not what I meant, but...

He took the Ganpati gig as well.

It's just his good luck.

But soon our time will change.

The biggest 'Navratri' gig is ours after all.

Where will they go?

Pakya... - Yeah.

We lost the 'Navratri' gig as well.

They booked Taraat and his band for double the rate.

What?

Boss...Double!

Taraat! Taraat! Taraat!

Bloody rascal's been s me all the time.

I feel like strangling the life out of him.

This time...I'm going to play like no one's seen or heard before.

Just let the festivals begin.

Mom, I've reached Mumbai.

It's so colorful.

Hey...

How many times have I told you...

...not to pickup money with your mouth.

'Shame, don't come.'

This is exactly why people think we're beggars.

Does anyone tell the drum player to pickup money from the mouth?

Does anyone tell a Harmonium player to do it?

This is why I am ashamed to tell anyone that I play the Banjo.

Sir...your order?

Wasn't one enough?

Give it to him. - Thank you.

Remember why you asked double charge?

So listen...

Half for playing the banjo...

...and the other half for the humiliation.

We're not going to get any respect in this lifetime.

So why don't we charge double and make some extra money.

What say...

You're right, Taraat.

I didn't understand, but since Taraat's saying..

..it must be right...

Hey wise-guy... trying to show-off because you are paid double.

Life gives you two choices.

Either you punch him in the face,...

...or you earn double of what he does and punch him in the guts.

Come on.

"Round...round... The world's round."

"Carefree...carefree... Our heart's carefree."

"Round...round... The world's round."

"Carefree...carefree... Our heart's carefree."

"Abuses...abuses... Vile abuses is what we like."

"We have all the fun we want."

"We get drunk and dance around."

"We get drunk and dance around."

"We dupe the world..."

"...and show them where it stands."

"We get drunk and dance around."

"We get drunk and dance around."

"We're a bit crooked... and a bit different."

"We wander around on deserted streets leaving our homes."

"We're a bit crooked... and a bit different."

"We wander around on deserted streets leaving our homes."

"Whoever tries to act smart..."

"We smack him..."

"We smack him...good."

"But whenever people clap...for us."

"We give a big smile."

"We get drunk and dance around."

"We get drunk and dance around."

"We dupe the world..."

"...and show him where it stands."

"We get drunk and dance around."

"We get drunk and dance around."

5000 rupees...from airport to here.

It happens.

This usually happens with foreigners here.

Happened with me, too.

By the way, the thing you were looking for.

The posters. - Thank you very much.

Superb!

Well... at least there was one good thing about your trip.

Thank you very much.

Now can we discuss the plan? - Ah, plan.

So basically, this Banjo is a very unorganized sector.

There's no concept as a professional 'Banjo' player.

Slums... hutments... you will find these people over there.

Basically, amidst 40% of Mumbai's public.

Like finding coal in the dark.

Are you prepared?

Taxi!

Slums in the city...

...are just like disease in our body.

And even if that's not true...

...then you must show it that way.

Exaggerate!

What happened?

What?

No need to get so emotional.

After all we're running a Research Agency.

We need to do these things.

You know..

Switch that off.

Lights, please.

Lord...

So... the Bulani Builders...

Who's going to say 'no' to them?

They need a report against these slums...

...so we'll give them one.

Yeah

Excuse me.

I am Chris.

Chris.

That's just wonderful.

So... you all can leave.

Leave...go..go..go...

Quickly.

Yeah...

Come on...

Chris.

I am Meera's friend. - Meera who?

Your niece from New York.

I was supposed to meet you today.

Yeah...

How's Meera? How's she?

And...

Oh...you were supposed to meet me at 10.

Yeah, actually what happen is that...

I don't know what Meera said to you...

...but you won't get any free help here.

You will have to give something in return.

No.. no... it's not what you think.

You're like my daughter..

..but you're not my daughter.

Meera said...you want to find the Banjo guys.

Fine... you can do your job...

...as long as you work for us, too.

But...what must I do?

Hello, sir. Can I come in?

Welcome... Welcome...

Come in, madam.

How are you?

Come in. Come in.

Sit.

I hope you don't have any jetlag or any of that stuff. - No...

Well...what would you like to have?

Water... lime-juice, tea-coffee, cold-drink...

..yours, mine...anything you want.

No thanks.

Be comfortable.

Switch on the AC.

I've arranged for a special guide.

Thanks.

Why so many people on one poster?

Equal Opportunity!

Why isn't he here yet?

Hello, sir.

Sorry, I am late.

That bloody builder... - Leave that.

Leave it... leave it... Come, sit...come...

Let me introduce you... this is Chris, madam.

Show her whatever she wants to see.

Yeah..

You see...our area's really neat and clean.

But that won't do for you guys.

And that's why we haven't cleaned the place for a week.

Listen...show her Ashok Nagar's public toilet...

...Jaadu Pada's gutter... and the pigs at Azad Nagar.

And don't forget to take her...

...to the area full of with beggars and saints at Ganesh Nagar.

Are you listening?

Yes...I am listening.

I don't want any complaints, get it.

Shall we go?

"She stole my peace..."

Who is it?

Tarat bhai, hello. - Hello, Tarat bhai.

Tarat bhai, hello.

Hello, Tarat bhai. - Hello.

Should I call you 'bhai' (brother) too?

Nandkishore. My real name.

Everyone calls me 'bhai' out of respect.

And politely...they call me Taraat'.

'Taraat' means. - Taraat means drunkard.

'Drinker.'

What?

'Drinker.'

Someone that consumes others pain.

The sorrows of his friends.

And the blood of his enemy.

Taraat!

Cool.

I'll call you Tarat.

Okay. Okay.

So... you know everything about the slums. - Huh!

You know everything. - Everything.

Yes... Yes...

Do you know anyone who plays Banjo?

No... I don't play the Banjo.

I mean I don't know anyone who plays Banjo.

Why Banjo?

Bad Banjo.

No Banjo.

You come...I...

After you. - Okay.

Small lanes...but their hopes are big.

Those big buildings took our share of water, land and the sky.

Can I get some cold water? - Sir, just half an hour.

Fantastic.

What happened? Find anyone?

I searched 4 slums, looked in 4 settlements...

...but no one knows who owns that 4 stars Red Banjo.

They are absolute part timers.

Can be anyone.

Tailors... carpenters... mechanics...paper-guy.

They can be right in front of you and you won't know it.

Come.

Come... Come...

Come...

Come... Come...

Come...eat...

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