Chef Page #7

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I, me, myself... chef!

You do the cooking...

...and, leave the business

decisions to me.

Giving them something extra,

along with the food...

...is a great business strategy.

If it's so important to

give them that extra experience...

...then, I can start the

bus and leave it in neutral.

And, also blow the

horn sometimes. Alright?

- You're not very funny you know that.

- It's true.

There's a restaurant in New Zealand...

...that's shaped like

a train compartment.

And, they give you the experience

of a moving train when you dine there.

I remember the train,

not the food.

That's the problem with you

creative-types, content-is-king guys.

No marketing sense at all.

Anyway, if you want to fail again...

...then suit yourself.

But, don't come running back to me...

...saying "I didn't warn you".

I am going to make you eat your words.

Come on, it wasn't that bad.

Bad idea!

Rather than wasting

time giving free food...

...we could've crossed

Bangalore by now.

We would've completed

half the journey by now.

But, this is important

to complete the entire journey.

Even if I believe

in your philosophy...

...then, you should be handing

out free food in Delhi.

Isn't that where you're

going to start your business?

Why this drama here?

If Kerala accepts us,

the world will never reject us.

Winning the love of a

Malayali is not easy, boss.

What are you making, Nazrul?

Hey, you guys seem all set.

- Boudi.

- Hi, mom.

- This is for my little chef.

- Wow, this is so cool.

- Papa, look at this.

- Nazrul, this is for you.

Thank you, boudi

- Hey, here. Try this.

- That's for me?

Rottza...

'Rotiwala Pizza"! I named it.

Nice!

Here...

Delicious.

Well guys, I am off.

And, best of luck once again.

- Bye.

- Bye, mom.

Bye.

If it's free, must be bad quality.

Hey, Punjabi.

Why are you insulting Malayalis?

- Insult?

- You think we can't afford your food?

This is just the beginning.

No-no, sir. It's our first day.

- This is just for good luck.

- Good luck...

But, if you want to, you

can pay for the food.

Why should I alone pay?

- Everyone's eating for free.

- Exactly.

What do you mean by 'exactly'?

Look, sir.

Now I am getting a headache.

You can eat here if you like,

if you don't...

Since you're insisting,

I'll eat a little.

Although, I am not hungry.

You've fallen on such hard times boss

People throwing tantrums even

When your food is free!

- Go up and help him.

- You think it's funny, don't you?

No, not that one.

It's a little raw.

They won't know, papa.

- Meaning?

- I mean... they are eating for free anyway.

- Hey, Nazrul.

- Yeah.

- Hold the station for me, will you?

- Okay, boss.

- Just come out for a second.

- But...

Just a second. Come on.

Look Ary,

I've made compromises in life.

Even with my cooking.

But, I will never make

those mistakes again.

So, forget "It's okay,

its fine, alright".

Whether it's for free, or money.

Whatever you want to do,

do it for yourself.

Remember Guru's Langar.

Getting the opportunity

to feed someone...

...is a big blessing of God.

I am sorry, papa.

Let's go.

Can I have some?

- Please, papa.

- You want us to get arrested?

- I just want to taste.

- Tastes horrible.

Then, why are you drinking?

Because this makes

you feel like a kid again.

No worries, happy...

Thankfully, you're already a kid.

Boss, I think you should leave tomorrow.

Or else you will spoil the kid.

I hope Delhi treats us this well.

Are we going to Delhi?

Not us.

You've got school.

And, mom's never going to allow you.

But papa, school's days away.

And, why is it mom all the time?

Don't I mean anything to you?

That won't work on me, Ary.

What does work on you papa?

- What?

- Nothing.

What did you say?

Ary...

- Goodnight. Goodnight, boss.

- Goodnight.

Hey, Ary...

I must leave early tomorrow

to avoid traffic.

I won't get time to say bye.

Hey...

Papa can't bear to watch you cry.

I just wanted to stay

with you until my holidays end.

Why can't I go with you?

Do you really want to go with papa?

Of course.

- How much?

- A lot.

- Ary, why are you calling?

- To say see you soon.

What?

I am on the road... going

to Delhi with papa.

Give the phone to papa.

Saved... your turn. Best of luck.

- Hey, Radha.

- Roshan, are you crazy?

Is this what you

wanted to teach the kid...

Leave without informing his mother.

I am sorry, Radha.

He started crying.

I never saw him cry.

So, I surrendered.

I told him about our family

tradition of running away from home.

Really? Running away from home.

You could've told me.

What's the worst I would've said?

I just can't understand

your stupid impulses.

If I didn't take stupid

impulsive decisions...

...then, I would've never met you.

And, Armaan would've

definitely not been here.

- Do I have to remind you?

- Don't try that crap on me.

Just keep me in the loop from now on.

- Okay?

- Okay.

Bye.

- Alex.

- Yeah.

- Is Goa on our way?

- Yeah.

- Boss, we're close to Goa!

- Yeah.

How about it?

I've heard so much about Goa.

What say, Ary?

Papa has some stories about Goa too.

Please don't say that's

where you met mom.

You met mom.

I went to catering college here.

- After Amritsar.

- Really?

Hey, Alex.

Get off the highway and head inside.

But, we decided to go to Delhi.

Yes, but not when.

Are you getting married in Delhi?

Head inside.

Boss, if we're stopping...

...then, let's setup shop.

For sampling.

You know, I know just the place.

Hippie Central.

- You even stole my lungi?

- Whose shirt did you steal?

Wow, thanks Alex.

Hot tea.

Poi'!

Smell that, Ary.

That's my favourite bread.

Do you know what it's called 'Poi'?

- What's quarter in Hindi?

- Quarter?

- Not that. What's quarter in Hindi?

- 'Pav'.

So... similarly, this is 'Poi'.

A quarter loaf of bread.

Isn't that interesting?

Yeah.

So, at least look interested.

Can I help you guys cook today?

No child labor.

Not on this bus.

Just for fun.

I even help mom in the kitchen.

- You really want to help?

- Of course.

- Don't cry later.

- Why will I cry?

Here you go.

Cut it.

Slowly... Slowly..

They are not your enemies.

Like this... gently.

Just watch me, okay.

Yeah... Now, you cut them.

Slowly... easy.

Not above that.

Very good. Very good.

In cooking, what you're cutting matters

as much as how you're cutting it.

Stop torturing him, boss.

He's your son.

Not some new admission

from catering college.

And... Alex.

Thank you.

Careful. Nice and slow, Ary.

- Thanks, buddy.

- Boss...

Hey... are you crying?

The first step of

learning to cook is...

Boiling water.

But, that would've been too easy.

Congratulations, Ary.

You know... I came here 20 years ago.

- Yeah.

- Along with two friends.

And, I met a really

beautiful foreigner.

Don't ask what happened next.

Too embarrassing.

- What happened?

- Robbed!

And left high and dry.

Robbed!

It's the magic of it, okay.

Like this. Hold it, don't be scared.

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