Chaar Din Ki Chandni Page #2

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Anyway, forget it.

How is the good

old weather of London?

Weather, father? - Yes.

He is talking to

his son or a stranger?

It was okay, father.

I mean who asks about the weather.

It was raining slightly

a few days ago.

In our Punjab,

you hug first and then talk.

Dear, this isn't Punjab.

This is Rajasthan.

The unpredictability

of European weather.

Right. - Right.

Who is she?

That's mother, father.

Oh, her? Father, this is Chandni.

So?

So. She is from London.

I mean she is from London, father.

And?

And... she is a cousin, father.

Cousin?

I mean she is a colleague, father.

Yes, I know.

But what is she doing here?

What is she doing here?

Father, she is...

Well... actually, she...

Will you finish this

sentence today please?

Of course. Of course.

Father, well... she... actually...

Father, she is a journalist.

She is a journalist, father.

She had to cover

an actual royal wedding.

So I said there could be

no better royal wedding than ours.

There. He has spoken his truth.

The absolute royal wedding. - Right.

How are you, Ms...

Chandni.

- Chandni from London.

I am so happy to see you.

- Thank you.

Ms. Chandni from London, you see...

...when I was in Trinity

college in Cambridge in London...

...Charles asked me

to meet the royal mother.

You see... Prince Charles.

I went and met her somewhere

in Buckingham Palace.

No. No. I think it was Windsor Manor.

But I remember.

There is a hotel next to...

One minute.

Actually, I am from Ludhiana.

I went to London just two years ago.

Ludiana. - Okay,

welcome to royalty, Ms. Chandni.

You see. You'll see in four

days what royalty is all about.

Devika, please show

her one of our best suites.

And you, Veer. - Yes, father?

Go offeryour prayers in

the royal temple downstairs, son.

Okay, father.

You must be really happy today.

Aren't you ashamed?

You lie before yourfather

and then offeryour prayers.

Chandni, you won't understand.

When father comes before me...

When I actually see father, I...

Yes. Go on.

When father comes before me,

I... well...

Why don't you say

you shake in your boots?

Chandni, this is no way to talk.

You can say this sweetly, can't you?

Yes, I can.

But you get scared

when you see yourfather.

Isn't it?

- You see. That feels so nice.

Shall I say one thing?

There is a hell of a

difference of getting scared...

...and shaking in your boots.

A man gets scared

when he sees a lion.

Father...

You see.

You're shaking in your boots.

God bless.

Listen, now that you love me,

you'll have to live up to it.

I am in love.

Shall we?

Wow.

So this is Urvashi palace.

My father has built it.

For his girlfriend?

Oh, shut up.

For his grandmother.

Yes. So she is the one who

has become the talk of the town.

Lieutenant Shaitan.

AVSM.

Ati Vishisht Seva

Medal(special medal).

You get it when you're in the army.

Hello, uncle. - Hello.

This is my uncle.

And this is... - Chandni.

Come. Come.

She is from London, isn't she? - Yes.

And she's also a journalist. - Yes.

And you want to cover

our royal wedding.

Splendid.

For which newspaper?

Tribune. - London Times.

Uncle, she works for both the papers.

Freelancing, you know.

I believe you.

Please come.

So, freelancing.

Where is your office?

Bond Street.

Okay. And the name

of Tribune's editor?

Well...

PeterJackson.

Okay. Is he still

active or has he retired?

PeterJackson.

You don't know? - What?

He is no more.

Oh my God!

Good old PeterJackson.

Brain hemorrhage, uncle.

Brain hemorrhage.

He was a very untrusting man.

But the paper misses him.

Yes. I've started missing him too.

Let's go.

He does what his name says.

The entire city knows

him as a sniff dog.

Sniff dog.

Darn it. What the hell.

Looks like the car

is on its last legs.

Her body needs to be burnt.

Got to collect wood.

There is no one around.

Who is it?

Move.

Who is it? Darn it.

- Fatoor Singh, you are under arrest.

Darn it. Bunty.

Dear. How are you doing?

Great. Great.

You tell me. How are you?

First class.

Oh. It's Bunty. Give me...

Hold on.

Why are you elbowing me?

So should I knee you?

Hold on a minute.

Your mother is a sample.

Father, why are you

giving so many abuses?

Dear, whenever I am very happy,

I give lots of abuses.

Okay, tell me.

When did you come to India?

You didn't tell me.

Veer's sister is getting

married in Khemgadh.

We'll stay here for a few days.

To hell with Veer!

When are you coming home?

Father, I and Veer were

thinking of coming to Punjab...

...after getting engaged.

Bunty, darn it.

You're getting engaged.

Bunty's engagement.

Darn it!

Darn you! You're getting engaged...

Mother, what's wrong with you?

Why are you giving so many abuses?

Can't help it, dear.

When I am with yourfather,

my tongue gets all messed up.

Stop, lad.

- Did your car break down?

Bunty's engagement.

Okay, tell me. How are you?

Is all well overthere?

Mother, I am fine.

You tell me. How are you?

Dear, I miss you a lot.

Mother, I also miss you a lot.

Mother, there is someone at the door.

Shall I call you in sometime?

Okay. I love you.

Love you too, dear.

Okay. Okay.

Let's rock.

Chandni!

God, I am so happy you're here.

And how are the arrangements

of your royal wedding shaping up?

Don't ask.

Just four more days.

And you know how

much is left to be done?

Waxing, cleaning, oiling, bleaching.

Okay. Okay. It's your royal wedding.

Come, sit.

And how is your Anant

Vijay Singh Jaigadh doing?

When I hearthe name,

I feel like I am marrying four men.

Chandni, you brought my stuff?

Of course, I brought your stuff.

Do you know how hard

I have had to work forthis?

You betterthank me properly.

Because if customs

had managed to open this...

...your brother would

have been in a pickle.

Wow, this is...

And I got you all the colours.

Wow. Its... it's amazing.

Its unique.

Chandni, you keep this.

Use it on brother.

All the cribbing will stop.

Will you seriously be using

all these things on Mr. Jaigadh?

Chandni, I will blow

him away on the first night.

After all, it's my first

wedding night. I have the right.

I like it, you naughty girl.

Please. Keep all these

things in your room.

People keep coming into my room.

No one will come here.

Yes. Yes. No problem.

You know what? You're the best.

You don't have to worry.

You know, Devika.

In Mittal's wedding,

I had decorated...

...the entire stage with

Orchids and Swarovski crystals.

Wow.

But personally, I believe

fuschia color suits the royals.

You know. Tradition and all.

I understand.

You're the wedding planner.

You would know better.

Oh, yes.

Master. - Come on.

We'll teach you today.

Master.

- We will show you.

You idiot. I will skin you alive.

At the time of the wedding

In between Mittal's wife...

...and husband of Singhanya...

Oh Shut Up! You gossip Queen...

Oh yes. Oops.

What happened?

- Come on.

Don't try to be too colorful.

Come on.

What's going on?

- Don't interfere, mother.

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