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around you, huh?

Did you hit someone, papa?

- Me?

- When?

You were in the lockup.

It was on Twitter.

Are you on Twitter?

Yeah...

All my friends are.

"You don't have to have a meltdown."

"Meltdown."

"This chef has lost it,

this is why..."

Wow... what a punch!

- "Stop it...

- You a**hole"

I did a bad thing, Ary.

I shouldn't have lost my temper.

I mean he didn't like

the food and criticized it.

Big deal.

But no one likes criticism, papa

Those who say they do...

are simply lying.

Woah...

Biju uncle said so.

Really?

But he was right.

Maybe that's why I felt bad.

The food was not great.

And, like they say

back in Chandni Chowk...

...truth is as good

as cussing someone.

You don't use cuss words, do you?

- No-no, of course not. No!

- Yeah... it's a bad thing.

The abuses in our kitchen

are just horrible.

- Sir.

- Thank you.

Hey...

I just want to sleep now,

I am so tired.

- Hi, brother.

- Hi, Armaan.

Hey, Tarzan.

Hey, Mowgli.

How are you?

I am fine.

You know what...

- ...papa jumped off the boat trying to catch a fish.

- Roshan,

...this is Biju.

Come on,

Biju... you can guess this one.

Roshan, how do you do?

Smart guy.

- You guys carry on, I'll...

- No-no... I was just leaving.

- See you tomorrow.

- Bye.

Bye, Roshan.

Can we chat?

Sure.

Is it that 'something important'?

...that you wanted to discuss with me?

I've to leave for

a Europe tour tomorrow.

That's it.

Actually, I need a favor.

I cannot take Ary with me...

His Visa hasn't come through yet.

Can you...

But, what if I hadn't shown up?

You must have had a 'plan B'.

You just met 'plan B'.

Ary is really fond of him.

Roshan, finding your passion

in life once is a big deal.

But, only a handful gets a chance...

...to lose it and find it back again.

What is the advice here?

Come on, who here lost

what they so badly wanted?

You did.

This is your chance to get it back.

If I were in your shoes...

...I would've spent

this time with my son.

Not just for him...

...but for myself as well.

Take care...

Be good, right.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Come on, Ary. breakfast.

Papa, did you come

to Kerala to eat an omelet?

Why?

Come with me, but don't tell mom.

This is Anilettan and my secret.

- Papa, this is 'Kappa'!

- Tapioca.

- What is this?

- This is called an 'Aada'.

You know it's stuffed

and then steamed.

And, I just love the sweet ones.

I guess you've found your 'Ram Lal'.

What?

Nothing.

Thank you.

These are the best

'idiyappams' in the world.

Do you know... where you get the

best 'Chhole-Bhature' in the world?

What is 'Chhole-Bhature'?

Dude...

You can't say such things...

...being the only son

of Roshan Kalra from Chandni Chowk.

This seems to be a

'Radha Menon Conspiracy'...

...to dilute the legacy

of the loins of Punjab.

- Dad, are you okay?

- No, I'm not.

You've never had 'Chhole-Bhature'...

How can I be okay?

I must do something about this.

Do you know where we are?

No. But I hope you do.

Good, you're learning.

Even the 'planets' have

changed their position...

...but, not uncle.

You know, I wanted to be...

...like Ram Lal uncle when I grew up.

Maybe I did for a few days.

When it was just about

a cook's passion, skill and pride.

Ram Lal!

- Namaste, uncle.

- Namaste-Namaste.

This is amazing!

You don't address your

elders by their name, son.

That might be okay in England, not here.

Uncle, he lives in Kochi, not England.

- Say Namaste, son.

- Namaste.

Namaste.

But Kochi must be abroad too, right?

Anyway, have you

fed him anything yet?

- No.

- Get it... quickly! Hurry up.

- Wait till you taste this.

- Yeah...

Here you go.

- How's everything, uncle?

- Everything's great by God's grace.

How about you?

- Is everything alright?

- Just fine.

Wow!

Thank God!

I don't need a DNA test anymore.

You're definitely my son!

You know son, when your

father ran away from home...

...he came straight

to me to learn cooking.

Did you run away from home?

- Ctrl+Alt+Del.

- What?

- Never mind.

- Oh yes...

Ratan must have texted you

about your father's health.

He hasn't been well

for a few days.

Have you met your grandpa?

- Mine?

- Yeah...

Well, my grandpa would've been

110 years old if he was still alive.

Does grandpa live here?

- Maybe no one's at home!

- Let us see.

- I told you no one's at home.

- Wait, dad.

Someone's coming.

You haven't been well for a few days?

The weather hasn't been well...

...I'm fit as a fiddle.

So, what brings my child

to Chandni Chowk?

To eat 'Chhole-Bhature'.

So, history will repeat itself!

You've already burdened him

with a bag of spices?

Given him a ladle

instead of a pencil?

Father...

...not in front of Armaan.

Lunch is ready...

...The maid cooked.

Come on.

This maid cooks every day?

Yes...

You ran away many years ago.

Otherwise I could've paid you

the salary I pay her.

You haven't forgotten anything or...

- ...even changed a bit.

- People don't let me forget.

I tried. And, why should I forget?

I ran away because...

...you wouldn't let me

follow my dreams.

Are you the only

one who had dreams?

I did too.

But my sisters had to be married.

Is a dream bigger than family?

And your dream broke not one,

but two families!

Two!

Why am I arguing with you?

Let's go, Armaan!

After running away from home...

...I came here straightaway.

But I thought you went

to Chhole Bhature uncle first.

Well... I told him I

wanted to learn to cook.

But he explained that there

is a lot of time for this later...

...That I should go back home.

So, I understood...

...that it will be impossible

to learn from Ram Lal uncle.

So I pretended to be convinced...

...but instead of going

back home, I ran away.

You know,

I was just 15 or 16-years-old, Ary.

Not much older than you are.

I couldn't go back home...

...but, I wanted to learn

cooking and had no money.

I wandered around

Delhi for a few days.

No one would let

me work in their kitchen.

For the first time,

I realized what hunger is.

I thought I had failed...

And my father had won.

Then?

That's when I heard...

...when you don't get food

anywhere else in the world...

...there is one place

you definitely will.

After coming here

I understood the true meaning

...of cooking and feeding someone.

So?

I kept serving and eating there.

But never forgot why

I ran away from home.

I wanted to learn cooking.

Ram Lal uncle always said...

...that he learnt to cook

from a dhaba in Amritsar.

I didn't know the name.

But, I had to find that

one place amongst so many.

So what did you do?

I would stand at various corners...

...and smell the food

that was being cooked.

And then one day...

Did you find this place

by its smell?

Sir, Lassi (BUTTERMILK).

Keep that moustache!

Wear it like a badge of honor!

Kesar Da Dhaba moustache!

The specialty of this place

is 'Dal Fry'!

Hey, where's the tomato chutney?

We don't have it.

- But it's always served with this.

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