Bombay to Goa Page #3
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- 1972
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bringing pride to your family.
lfyou wanted to bring
pride to our family...
You could have burnt this house!
Flames would rise! Why did you
have to play with my honour!
What's wrong in this?
- What's le?
What will our community say
on seeing these dirty pictures?
The pictures you think are dirty
have some value for the world.
There is art and talent in it.
Shamelessness is never art.
The family you'll get married
into is vey cultured and reputed.
They won't see these pictures
from the art point of view.
lfthey are illiterate, travel in
carts when man has gone to the moon...
lt's not my fault.
l've nothing to do with them.
l want you to know my decision.
l'm not ready for marriage.
What?
You want to become a fllm star!
Now l know why you came
home late evey night.
You've fooled your parents!
This program and that...
ls this the destination
ofdecent daughters?
Yes, that is my destination.
l see. Things have gone overboard.
lfthis is your decision,
hear my decision too.
From today, no more parties,
picnics or going out!
And no college from tomorrow!
You'll be married next month.
Go away!
This is why l've come to
consult you on the sly.
Tell me, what l must do.
You're putting a great
responsibility on me.
When you trust me so much,
l'll support you at evey stage.
only one solution for you.
Collect whatever money you can
from home and come to me.
Run away from home?
Leave my parents?
You can't achieve success
without sacriflce.
You say something.
-What can l say?
On one hand the goddess offame
stands open armed to embrace you.
On the other hand, the poisonous
snake of marriage wants to crush you.
You yourself are sensible.
Take a decision.
But mind you, this
opportunity won't come again.
Come in.
She has come.
Finally the sun rose at night.
Here's the cash.
- Did you count it?
hands on, out offear.
Must be more than a lakh.
We'll also prove to be
more than your expectation.
You sit comfortably,
wipe the sweat beads.
No point in worying
about what you've given up.
l'll put this in place.
Look aer her.
- Got it.
Listen...
Did you say something?
- Tell Sharma to hury up.
l'll do that.
Have a drink.
Well done!
What a haul!
Here's your share.
Your share.
- Thanks, boss.
l've given her the drink.
- Come. Your share, Gopal.
Your share.
What about the girl?
- Given her the drink.
Two minutes and..
- Stop whistling.
Varma's share.
You should get double.
What's wrong?
l want equal share.
Equal share?
- Yes.
Don't forget l cut the wings
ofthe bird who brought this.
Trapping Mala wasn't
your cup oftea.
Quietly give me halfofthis.
And ifl don't?
Then you are aware ofthe
punishment for inciting an innocent girl...
with false film oers.
So you've thought of
ways to get me arrested.
Yes.
- You probably don't know...
The tongue that rises against me...
lt is locked forever.
Let's go.
Let him be! It's between us.
Come and take whatever you want.
What's the matter?
Did somebody stab you?
Nothing. Just a nightmare.
You dream in the day and scream.
Passengers have tender hearts too.
What if somebody
suflered a stroke?
This girl's scream has
subdued all the passengers.
You sing so well. Sing for us.
Sing that song...
Sit down.
- l'll listen to that song.
Go to Calcutta and hear
it from Pankaj Mallick.
No, sing that...
Bald Tansen, sit in your place.
Calm down. l'll sing a new song.
You wouldn't have heard it.
But on the condition that
eveybody sings with me.
Agree?
- Yes!!
What's your name?
Help me.
Stop the bus!
Do you think the bus
stops anywhere?
This is a bus not atemple.
What's he saying?
l heard athud.
Did you throw my bag?
l climbed and kept it.
- Then what was the sound?
l fell down. Get in.
Sit there.
Baby elephant! Why are
Dad said.
- Dad said?
Do you think l'm a railway ticket
checker. We are a smarter lot.
You've brought your son topless.
You could've given him a shirt.
- His father is wearing his shirt.
Thank heavens you're not
wearing his dhoti.
Qomt bareyourteeth.
ere are you going?
Do you take the nectar of gods?
- What?
We're going to my in-laws place
for a wedding.
Pay up for 3 tickets.
Why three tickets?
We're only two.
- And this baby elephant?
He's a child.
- His Dad wears his shirt.
He'll travel free?
- He's a little kid.
Little foryou, fat for us.
Pay up or l stop the bus.
Mom has the money, not Dad.
Telling eveybody our family
tales! l'll give you a slap!
Mom!
- Don't cy.
Scaring my baby!
Pay for the ticket.
- Given! Money! Money!
Here you are.
Blow the horn.
Overtake the bus.
Who the hell is blowing the horn?
The car behind is honking away.
His mom's wedding maybe. Let him go.
How are you?
No problems in the bus?
Overtake!
Have you understood?
- Yes.
The bus. Let's go.
Tell uncle to look aerthe house.
By the time you get in,
we'll reach Goa.
Understood eveything?
- Hury up!
Look aer my mother.
Where to?
Going to Goa to your
daughter's in-laws?
Yes, my in laws are dead.
Only hers remain.
her husband don't get along.
He sent her back last year.
Has he called her back?
- Ofcourse.
l went to her in-laws' place
one day.
And showed them the goddess' form!
Then?
- My son-in-law fell at my feet.
Apologised and took
my daughter home.
This is flne but give me the fare.
Yes.
There's afat hen.
But where's the sound?
Who has brought a hen in the bus?
Good Lord!
- Chicken?
Cooked?
- No, hidden.
So you've brought the hen?
- l have an egg not a chicken.
So why are you laughing?
- My face is like this.
Born laughing? Who used to
Iaugh? Your Mom or Dad?
lt was moonlit. Water
flowed all around.
When l was born, my Mom cried.
And Dad laughed.
Just a minute.
Rter Sohrab Modi yore
the onIy Parsi who acts.
Sit down.
Who's smuggled a hen?
Stop the bus!
What a brake!
l got to eat betel leafforfree.
l want to ask something?
Where's the clucking from?
Where is it? It's not allowed
to bring hens into the bus.
What's in this?
- Books.
Hens not allowed. The bus
won't move till the hen is found.
The basket!
The lady's basket is moving.
ls there a hen in this basket?
lt's not full grown, just a baby.
Let me see the baby.
ls this a baby? And bald at that?
lfthis is a baby,
will the hen be your size?
Rascal! Sinner! Bring my hen back!
Go!
- It's not allowed.
And you're asking the
conductor to go flnd it.
Drive on.
- No!
ll you bring the hen?
lfyou don't, l'll burn
eveybody to cinder!
Don't curse us, mother.
Forgive me, mother. l've
travelled this road for O years.
But l never saw you in this form.
Forgive me.
- Is it clear?
Let's go flnd her hen.
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