Bombay Talkies Page #6

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Vijay...Vijay!!!

Want a photograph with me?

Just 100 bucks for a snap.

- No, thanks...!

I'm hereto meet

Amitabh Bachchanm!

Consider it done.

Seriously?

- Just click a snap with me first!

Hey, run along!

How many times will I tell you

to not come here?

That poor soul has come from

Allahbad to meet him!

Bugger off. man!

I don't even know him!

I'm really not with him!

- So what? Leave!

Shaped by time... like old wine...

mmurabba has vintage...

go on, taste it!

With every passing season,

its avor defies reason...

It embodies every emotion...

go on, soak in it!

Oh my god, Murabbam!

It's gist is... the heart!

Its journey is

an astonishing story!

Hey, if you're going to come at

any time, you're fired.

You're my only hope, my home.

Oh God! I won't pay you any money,

I'll only give you food.

Agreed?

- Fine...!

Now come and go as you wish.

And please don't get

melodramatic!

So, brother...!

Did you meet

Amitabh Bachchan?

How do you know

I've come to meet him?

I know, brother...!

How'? Who are you'?

Didn't recognize me?

"Don't recognize me, f***er?

111e city's given you amnesia?"

Oh, the other Vijay...?

- Amazing, isn't it...?

Where's your beard?

See, that's worn in the morning

and removed at night.

It's just a job!

Hey... move, f***er!

Which one oi you is jay?

I am...

- I am, sir...!

I'm Vijay Kumar.

Which Vijay do you mean?

- 111s one from Allahbad!

I am...

- I'm Vijay...

Ok, you come!

Hey, I've been waiting

for long too.

Look, you can go in

only once sir selects you.

But I simply want to

feed him this murabbam!

Murabbam?

Yes...!

How can he eat this

moldy stuff?

What if gets an upset tummy?

Will you host 'Who wants to be a Millionaire'?

Sir, its my father's dying wish.

I'll go as soon as he bites into it.

Ok, let me see!

You wait here...

I'll deliver the jar inside.

Brother, did my work happen?

I've delivered your murabba inside.

Can you find out if

sir has eaten it?

Your murabba has gone to the lab

for analysis, to see if it can be eaten.

Amitabh Bachchan can't

eat just anything.

Please ask him to eat it. 'Cos

I don't have money to eat anymore.

I have to leave in 2 days.

I have a return ticket.

I can't bear it anymore... Aren't

Kanpur and Allahbad neighbours?

I've told you all I know.

I'm just a security guard!

If you don't help me, who will?

Please don't make me run around in circles.

Look, if I hear anything by 6 pm

I'll tell you, 0k?

But after the shift changes

please ask the next watchman.

What are you doing, man?

Don't crowd the drive way...!

Go, man!

Who is it?

What the...!

Just give me a minute,

please, brother!

Not even for a nano second!

- Please listen to me...

I can hear you well

from here!

How much will you take?

- Take what?

How much money will you charge to

feed Amitabh Bachchan the murabba?

Sit...!

Really?

- Sit dovm!

You should've just said earlier.

We could've saved time...

Nowadays everyone takes

a little money under the table...

Hey- why're you hitting me?

Bribing me...?

You'll bribe me?

My father served there.

Nnwl serve there.

You want to tarnish all these years

of loyalty with money?

I'm here for my

father's last wish...

I thought I'll fulfill it

in 2 minutes and leave...

...but this has turned into

a holy crusadem!

Please don't touch my feet...

I'm not a thief, brother. I want

to give him murabba, not poison.

Please understandmmy condition

is unbearable now.

I don't have money for food,

I've been thrown out of 'where I 'was staying.

They charge 2 bucks to take a sh*t

in this city! This is my plight.

Please don't touch my feet.

- Help me...

Enough... enough...

- Please, brother...

Tell you 'what...

come tomorrovw'?

You'll get it done?

- Yes.

Promise me... give me your word...

- I dn...!

I swear, man!

Just come tomorrow

You've promised me with

Gods as our witness.

My murabba is now your

solemn duty!

Yes, it is.

Just don't touch my feet.

This is not a temple, man!

- You're my saviour!

I'll get it done tomorrow.

I don't even have any place

to go to now...

But never mind that...

I'll come tomorrow

I'm in your hands now.

Brother, did you meet

Daddy-Long-Legs?

Did you meet the Bachchan?

Did you meet him?

Did you meet the man, man?

Hey... wake up!

Here's your murabba!

Did Amitabh Bachchan eat it?

- Yup.

You sure it was him?

- Yes, he ate it.

What proof do you have?

Anyone could've eaten it, right?

One minute...!

Please show me your teeth.

I've seen his teeth in movies and

on TV. I'll know if it wasn't him.

He's eaten it, man.

- But...?

If he's eaten it why can't

he just say it himself?

Howwill that hurt him?

I've come all the way for this...

Hold on...!

Let him in!

(Amitabh Bachchan's

famous dialogues)

Let him in, please!

That's ok...!

Sir, I'm Vijay.

I'm from Allahbad!

My father is on his death bed, sir.

He has sent my mother's hand-made

murabba... please eat some!

Yes, I just did... wasn't it this one?

- Yes, sir!

But I didn't see it with my ovm eyes.

What will I say to father, sir?

I'd like to confirm...

so could you please... re-bite?

Alright... open it...!

It is imprisoned in shops...

Imprisoned in shops,

jailed in glass jars...

But it is born in our homes,

and raised from the seeds of hope.

Only by tasting it does one

know the meaning of sweet pain!

It reveals the truth...

and the heart of the matter!

With every passing season,

its avor defies reason...

I said, "...just tell him I'm

from his hometown..."

but they refused!

I said, "I've a tiny bit

of business with him"... but no!

Once they even said that

my sweet little murabba...

...sitting quietly above me...

needs to be tested in a labl!

So I said when my dear mother makes

her famous murabba at home...

...the 'whole colony comes over

to gorge on it.

But they made me dance between

bungalows... like a dog chasing its tail.

In fact, I actually

befriended a dog!

I said, "just tell him I'm from

his hometovm, he'll meet me..."

But no!

- Then 'what?

Finally, truth always wins!

News spread like fire and they

were forced to open the gate!

All of them with their tails

between their bum-less behinds.

So I entered, and

one took my bag...

looking sheepish as hell!

Starched uniforms

surrounded me in stunned silence.

Like frozen parrots.

But the [Mhhhadan

in me stayed in repose'.!

An Allahbad street vendor

is also an intellectual.

It's in our soil...

we can't help being great!

We drip intellect...

and integrity!

Such great men are from here.

Sir Bachchan being one of them.

Now those fools couldn't

see my inner Allahbad-ian...

Marinated in the sweet

juice of patience...

this jar preserves history!

Here... taste this murabbam!

Let it trickle into your heart!

Born from Life...

The longer it lives...

the richer it is.

The many seasons its savored...

resonate in its avor.

Always tastes better

than it did yesterday...

and tomorrows sweetness

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