Dil Bole Hadippa! Page #4
Forget dancing,
he can't even stagger!
And Chamkila is also missing.
So what should l do?
Oh-ho, a lot of the
public is waiting outside.
My sweet child, you
take his place on stage.
You already know all the
dance steps in the show!
No! l'm tired of
always being the 12th man.
l too have my self-respect.
l won't dance.
Where is your femme-fatale Shanno?
Get her to do it.
Oye, it's her you have
to dance with.
What?
- Yes!
lt's you who said - l'm the
batter and you're the runner.
O, you are my little doll.
You won't turn down
your uncle's request.
Uncle!
O sweetie, come put it on.
Dead and gone. Totally destroyed
Dead and gone. Broken and torn
Dead and gone. Totally destroyed
Dead and gone. Broken and torn
Don't walk so close to me
Don't walk so close to me
He has big dreams, oh yes
Like a pressure-cooker
blowing steam, no less
He has big dreams, oh yes
Like a pressure-cooker
blowing steam, no less
He stands and whistles,
his lips in a pout
Blowing up money he
stole from his dad
Here we come
Here we come, the lions of Punjab
With our bhangra,
beds, beer and bird-meat
Here we come, the lions of Punjab
With our bhangra,
beds, beer and bird-meat
Here we come, the lions of Punjab
With our bhangra,
beds, beer and bird-meat
Here we come, the lions of Punjab
With our bhangra,
beds, beer and bird-meat
Go on, make up your stories
Go on, make up all
the stories you want
Go on, make up your stories
You're going to find all
doors and windows shut
Don't walk so close to me
He mistakes even insults for praise
Their language is a disgrace
But when we're around,
they're all grace
Hey beautiful, how're you doing?
We don't say hello like foreigners
We look a man in the eye,
and ask what's up brother?
world's at his feet
Without knowing
anything but his street
Here we come
Here we come, the lions of Punjab
With our bhangra,
beds, beer and bird-meat
Here we come, the lions of Punjab
With our bhangra,
beds, beer and bird-meat
Hey, guys
Check this out
l went out to earn for a dozen years
l earned and brought
back this simpleton
l went out to earn for a dozen years
l earned and brought
back this simpleton
You don't understand Punjabi glory
You don't understand Punjabi honour
Do whatever it is that you decide
Even then you'll be my queen
Jump real high, do the bhangra
Shake your hips
Jump real high, do the bhangra
Shake your hips
He gets up and
washes his face with beer
Only prison can
reform him, that's clear
Well ma'am, take it or leave it
l'll gladly go to prison,
that's okay
You bring me corn bread
He looks such an ass,
but he's not bad at all
His heart is connected
to his stomach, that's all
Here we come
Let me show you!
Here we come, the lions of Punjab
With our bhangra,
beds, beer and bird-meat
Here we come, the lions of Punjab
With our bhangra,
beds, beer and bird-meat
He has big dreams, oh yes
Like a pressure-cooker
blowing steam, no less
He stands and whistles,
his lips in a pout
Blowing up money he stole
from his dad
Here we come, the lions of Punjab
With our bhangra,
beds, beer and bird-meat
Here we come, the lions of Punjab
With our bhangra,
beds, beer and bird-meat
Here we come, the lions of Punjab
With our bhangra,
beds, beer and bird-meat
Here we come, the lions of Punjab
With our bhangra,
beds, beer and bird-meat
Thank you! Wow!
Between me and a cricketer ...
... this is the only difference!
You're a girl and you
want to play with us.
lf you want to play ...
play in some girls' team.
ln there, it isn't a Miss lndia ...
... it's a cricket
selection that's happening!
The day this town's girls
... you boys will have to
put on bangles and sit at home!
Now will you go ...
... or should l give you
a tight one?
Now, it's my game ...
... and your face!
Yes, Sir?
- Myself, Veer Pratap Singh.
Right and left hand batsman!
going on in there, right ...
... and not for some Miss lndia?
No, Sir, go straight in.
Very good.
- You'll find all the boys there.
Thank you, Sir.
There is only one God.
His name is the Truth.
He is the Creator.
He is without fear.
He is without hatred.
He never dies.
He is beyond births and deaths.
He is self-illuminated.
He is realised through
the grace of the True Guru.
Hey! This is my spot!
Go back!
Shame, shame, shame, shame!
Oye, four-eyes! You
shouldn't be so stingy!
Half the nation is sharing poverty ...
... and you can't share your space.
Go on, look there.
Hey, little boy. This
isn't a child's toy.
lf your hands quake
the wickets go flying!
The wicket flew!
Hey! The wicket flew!
What did l say?
The wicket flew!
Hey, the wicket flew!
There, there, there!
Oye. What happened?
What is that foreign boy
doing here?
Oh, he's the team's new captain.
l've heard that in
batting he's a Sachin ...
... and in bowling a Kapil Dev!
Veera, you're finished!
out of here without ceremony!
Mr. Shyam Kumar, you're out.
Next player please.
Hey you, Shyam Kumar!
Are you an
advertisement for Fevicol glue ...
... that you're
standing stuck to the pitch?
Come on, move to the side ...
... and see what batting
really means!
Myself, Veer Pratap Singh.
Right and left hand batsman.
Which hand should l bat with?
Get out of my ground!
Why?
l haven't had my batting chance yet!
And you won't either.
Cricket's first rule is that no
player makes fun of another player.
Get it?
Out!
Until now, the boy
hasn't been born ...
... who can get me out.
lf you have the guts
bring on your fastest bowler.
l swear on Sachin, Sir ...
... l'll hit 6 sixes in 6 balls!
Yes!
... and learn to
respect other players.
lf they can get out ...
... you can get out too.
Now get out please!
Sorry, Sir!
Forgive me, Sir!
One ... give me one more chance.
No.
Sir ... Sir, all the
players are getting 3 chances.
Give me one. Give me just one.
You don't get another
chance once you're out!
Sir, by God l swear!
To save this town's pride ...
... you won't find a
better player than me.
How good a player you are ...
that l've already seen.
ln cricket, it's not the player ...
... but his bat that speaks.
Sir, in this game the batsman is
given the benefit of the doubt.
You won't give it to me?
My whole life ...
... l have waited
for this one chance.
lf today you get me run out ...
... this bat will never be
able to score runs ever again.
Please Sir, please Sir!
Wait, Rohan.
He's the only player who
doesn't want to play for himself ...
... but wants to play
for the sake of his town.
given another chance.
Alright, Veer.
You get another chance.
There is only one God.
His name is the Truth.
He's selected.
Really?
Oye, my run-machine!
Where were you till now, man?
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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