Banjo Page #5

What about us?

A new life.

Look at him...

50 Cent.

50 cent means.

Half a Dollar.

Does he play at the Ganpati gig?

No...he doesn't play at the 'Ganpati' gig.

But he was like you guys.

And today he's a huge star.

Jimmy Hendrix, famous guitarist.

Vajya...he looks just like you.

His father went there to play the trumpet...

Guess he played a different tune all together.

Taraat bhai...

They are the Bee Gees!

Grease...

And this is...Led Zeplin.

They have their own airplane.

Don't you want a life like this?

Do they have those ladies too?

That..

"May I Help You!"

Yes.

Taraat bhai, let's do it. Please.

I am ready.

I am ready too.

Yes.

Foreign booze...

These foreigners don't respect alcohol at all.

My local stuff is much better.

Bulani sir...especially for you.

Do you like it?

Imported, huh! - True.

But... how about this? - Nice. Nice.

Nice, huh!

Even my life's at your service. - Someday I'll take that too.

But this will do for now.

Should I make a small one for you?

No... - Small one...

Not yet.

I'll finish off the entire bottle.

But...first I need to get that Patil in the bottle.

He's a bloody rascal.

Yeah, Bulani. - Patil sir.

I saw the Lord's picture, and that reminded me of you.

How are you?

Stop buttering me, Bulani.

You won't get the ground.

What happened? - Can't be done!

That ground is a club for the wadi people.

Do you know what goes down there from dawn to dusk?

In the morning...people do their business there.

In the evening, children play out there.

Cricket coaching... couples coochi-cooing.

Singles...look to score.

Fights...compromises...

Musical chair...

Solo dance competition..

Snacks...fritters...

Folk dance...

Veneration...

...and everything else goes down there.

It's not a piece of cake.

I can't just hand it to you.

Listen...double...you can charge double.

Bulani, even I am a snake like you.

But I don't sting my own people.

That ground comes under my area.

You can forget that area.

Patil sir... - I said no, means no!

Okay Patil sir.

You're not a girl whose 'no' means 'yes'.

You want me to leave it. so I'll leave it.

Okay... take care.

Patil's too concerned about the people.

Someone go and explain him... that worries can kill.

Welcome, guys.

Today is our first day as a band.

So first we'll start with hearing something...

Stop! Stop!

She pulled the bucket before I could open the tap.

When I say start then you start.

Stop! Stop!

Guys, let's focus here. Pay attention.

I don't mind the rest...

...but this is the first time someone's screaming at me.

First something this big is happening.

Stop...

It's not working.

The tempo is wrong.

Grease, can you start playing in 5-4?

M VO-4?

Tarat, you continue on my vocals.

What's vocal? - You understand?

What is understand?

Grease! What are you doing?

Can't you pay attention?

Is this a joke?

Madam...we play...and have fun too.

This is not a school... nor are you the teacher.

"Play this...play that...etcetera...etcetera..."

If you know how to play, then you play.

We don't know, so why come to us?

Did we go to her?

Come on, Grease. She's trying to help you too.

Hello, mom.

No, I am fine.

Yeah, everything's good.

Yeah, I found them.

Yeah...all's okay out here.

It's good, it's great.

They are all very nice.

No, I am not crying.

Don't worry...they look after me.

Yeah...I am learning more Hindi.

Love you, mom. Bye.

Madam...I want to say something.

We don't understand the language you use.

But we do understand the language of your heart.

One request.

You came so far for us...take a few steps more.

I agree.

Say something that we understand.

And then watch...what we do.

Right?

Sorry, madam.

Now that you've promised your mom...

Your promise is our promise.

We'll do as you say.

Fine.

Let's start tomorrow at... 11 o'clock.

Yes, madam.

Taraat bhai... she still means 11 am.

Hey...relax.

There's no need to be so stressed.

Selection and rejection... it's all a part of the game.

You should know that.

What's important is one should be open to accepting both.

So...are you going to saying no?

Unfortunately love, I'll have to.

From where I stand...

This... 'Banjo'.

This is the street music.

And we don't allow street people here.

But they can get one chance.

They can...but only to her.

Look sunshine, its business.

You've credentials, which works for me.

You've a presence, works for me.

And you are... beautiful.

And that definitely works for me.

But this 'Banjo' doesn't work for me.

Come solo...then we'll give these guys a chance.

Sorry Mr. Nair, but we're a band.

And we perform as a band. - Then what can I say?

Hey what...I'll tell you what?

I'll let you all know, yeah.

But quite honestly...your chances are rare.

How much? - 5 percent.

I came from New York to India on 0 percent.

So 5 percent...is not that bad. Thank you.

Nice.

I guess your smile's missing.

There are other things in life other than music.

But this is the only thing I have.

In fact, it should be for you too.

Imagine...first time we won't be playing someone else's music.

It will be our song.

You need this stage.

Life...gives you two choices, madam.

Either you keep abusing life...

...or embrace the life that you have.

Meaning?

Meaning...

You know...I don't have a father.

So I got myself a father... who needed a son.

When I couldn't have a home...

...I made the sky my roof, and the footpath my bed.

Tell me something... do you have a girlfriend.

Girlfriend?

Who will say yes to me?

Why? You're so nice.

Who's going to say no?

What kind of a girl are you looking for?

Tell me.

We'll find you a girlfriend.

Tell me...what's your type?

Anyone...innocent and nave...

Like you.

Like me? - Yeah...

A girl like me will never make a good girlfriend.

My dreams are more important than my relationships,

I don't know much, madam...

But I do know...when two lives become one...

...they even have the same dream.

If I ever have a situation like this with my girlfriend...

...I'll never interfere with her dreams.

In fact, I'll tell her...

"If you want to fly...I'll be your airplane."

"If you want to swim...I'll be your ship."

If she wants to fall...I will never stop her.

In fact...

You know that thing...like an umbrella.

Parachute.

Yes...

I'll be her parachute.

If she's sleepy, I'll be her pillow...

If not...I'll be her lullaby.

Maybe I said too much.

But I am not exaggerating.

I'll tell her... "Just follow your dreams".

And whenever she looks back...she will find me standing there.

Mickey...

Mickey...

Ravi Nair refused.

God has answered our prayers.

You fool...he said 'no'.

No!

I'll be right back. - Okay.

Maybe we can change his mind.

Tatya, send the boys with the stuff.

We've 10 days to decide.

What can we say to him? - I don't know...but, at least we can try.

Let's wait for Tarat. - You should have gone with him.

We'll have to get another taxi.

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