Bol Bachchan Page #4
No, Prithviji, l'm fasting...
today.
Today l've decided
to observe a fast.
See you.
Listen...
Yes?
A fast on Wednesday?
Prithviji, Tuesday or Wednesday,
it makes no difference to a mother.
l'm observing this fast
especially for my mother.
Wait a minute.
You said you had
only a sister at home.
Now where did this
mother come from?
You mean, only you have a mother?
You think l came out of an egg?
Prithviji, the thing
is my sister was at home...
...but my mother
returned yesterday.
Returned from where?
- Kaashi.
- Kaashi.
Kaashi?
And she is suffering
from a bad cold.
So, l decided that until 'ammi'...
'Mummy' gets well,
l'll observe a fast everyday!
Listen...
Even l will observe
a fast for your mother.
You can't be serious!
You're doing such a
great thing for my mother...
That's nothing. Tomorrow
l will also come to your place.
No!
- Yes!
- Why?
Why not!
But why, Prithviji?
To break the fast in
your mother's presence.
What the...
What?
My mother and sister
will be very happy.
l said they will be very happy.
lt will make me happy too.
l will also be happy.
The thing is,
sir has seen his mother...
...but never had
a mother's affection.
Maakhan!
Got it.
See you.
Yes, Prithviji?
l didn't say, 'listen'.
l think you're ears are ringing.
'Your eardrums are playing drums!'
Now there will be
more bells ringing!
Meet your mother!
How will they meet your mother?
lf there were a mother.
But where is the mother?
Meet your mother!
l think, with the stress about
a mother, my father will pass away.
Look!
Don't we have a fake
mother in our plays?
Abbas, a fake mother.
What?
A mother and that too, fake?
But where do we get a fake mother?
Right...
We even get Vidyasagar
to play female characters.
He may pass off as a mother but...
l won't pass off as his son.
Abbas, Sania...
l have a mother!
There you go again!
Enough with the dialogues.
l'm not delivering dialogues.
lt's the truth.
l have a mother!
There are thousands mesmerized
by the magic in my eyes!
There might be a thousand
desirable places in this world.
There are a thousand
admirers of this courtesan!
Over there, Abbas.
Your future mother.
- Her?
- Yes.
Try to drink this
passion from my eyes.
What's in a heart,
you can even take my life!
Zohra, you're the
chick in my roost and...
l'm the rooster
that's hungry for you!
l want a mother, Ravi.
What if she begins to
dance in Prithviji's presence?
She is an actor!
And actors are like water.
They take shape of any mould.
And listen to her talk,
such sweet words.
Who is this new visitor
in my pavilion of youth?
Probably the scrap dealer,
who likes old stuff.
You cheap good-for-nothing!
You're the dirt of humanity,
the worm from hell.
l'll show you!
We'll get Vidyasagar
to write her dialogues.
How dare you call a
young maiden an old woman?
Wicked man!
You're old, your family is old,
and your son is also old!
You perverted rooster!
Worm from the sewer!
l'll place hot coal
on your wild tongue!
You're a torn shoe!
l'll hit you with my sandals!
lt's better to be an orphan
than have a mother like her!
- Let's go.
A mother for four minutes
or a salary of 35,000??
Sister's responsibility
or ajobless misery?
Mother's veil or Prithviji's belt?
Mother!
Tell me quickly,
what is it you want from me?
Actually, l'm here to
make you a mother, Zohraji.
- What?
- Yes.
ln fact,
l'm here to make you a mother.
Yes.
You too?
Ravi said,
that it's no big deal for you.
Please don't say no, Zohraji.
Only you can make this possible.
We have come here with high hopes.
Rascals!
Scoundrels! Perverts! Shameless!
You see a delicate blossom
and you want to pluck it away!
Perverts!
Perverts?
You've got it all wrong.
You merely have to act as
his mother in front of his boss.
Explain it to her.
She thinks we are perverts.
Zohraji, it's not about
nature's rule, but money rules!
Yes.
At least listen to my problem.
Your story is
emotionally very right...
but making me your
mother is very wrong.
ln a few minutes Prithvi
will figure me out.
Oh no, he isn't a pervert.
That's not what l meant!
l mean,
he will see through the lie.
And realise that l'm
not the mother because...
l don't look as old as a mother.
But... you see...
you can make me a lover,
a friend, a younger sister too.
But l am too young for this role!
And to be honest,
now its time for my second act.
l'll leave now.
l'm the gorgeous princess.
l'm the passionate queen.
She will drop dead in two days!
lt's my curse!
But in two hours
Prithviji will be home.
What do we do?
Look for a mother!
How did we get trapped into this?
Where the hell are the guys?
What are you doing up there?
- Move it.
- Get lost!
Sir is here.
What do we do now?
My God!
Abhishek!
Wait.
Let them keep knocking.
They'll get tired
of knocking and leave.
Abhishek?
Shastri!
Yes, sir!
lf you weren't my father...
l'd have torn your dhoti
and tied it around your neck.
Move it!
You think you are Batman?
Prithviji... hello.
Please come in.
'Home swine home.'
Shastri?
Sir.
Shastri.
Time you got down.
Mother isn't here.
Yes.
He is so sincere.
He observed his fast and
even came here to break it.
Right, Prithviji?
Oh no!
Mother isn't here.
lt's true.
- Mother isn't here.
- Mother isn't here?
She has gone to the temple.
l tried to make her wait,
Prithviji.
But even with her bad cold,
she went to offer her prayers.
She may take a while to get back.
Why don't we break
the fast and eat?
Yes.
- Let me set the table.
- Come on.
Listen...
how can you even say that?
We've observed
this fast for mother.
Let her come back,
then we will eat.
Sir...
it's taken too long
for mother to return.
You see, Prithviji...
once my mother begins
to chant 'Hari Om'...
she doesn't feel the
need to get back 'Home'.
So, let's eat?
No.
Why don't we go to the temple?
Sit!
l mean, you must
Yes.
Right, Prithviji?
So let's go... to the temple.
That's not necessary.
Mother is here.
Mother!
Prithviji, mother is here.
Uncle, mother is here.
Ravi, mother is here.
Mother!
Mother is here!
Mother is here!
Tell it to the village
that mother is here.
Prithviji, this is my mother.
This is a charm
of my beautiful hair.
Prithviji, please have a seat.
Why are you standing?
l thank you very much
for giving my son ajob.
The Lord is great!
Very nice.
Such holy thoughts.
A holy family, a holy atmosphere.
So how holy are you?
Sir!
l mean, how's your health?
What can l say about my health.
ln fact my beauty...
that gave in to my old age,
lt's a license.
And there's this rascal.
Every time l call, he comes to me.
Son!
Abhishek.
What is it mother? Tell me.
l didn't call out.
That was from behind.
Son!
Your mother is here.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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