Dil Ka Kya Kasoor Page #2

As soon as I saw him

I met with an accident.

I'm standing right here.

Why are you honking?

- Give me my money

madam. - Money?

My purse is in the car.

How much?

- Twelve rupees. - You were blowing

the horn so loudly for only Rs. 12.

- Here. - I don't have change.

- So what do I do?

- I don't have change.

- Have I asked for change?

- I have to return your money.

- Did I ask him for it?

- Please brother...

- ls he your brother?

- No. But he does not have change.

- When did I ask for money?

- Sometimes you behave like you

are crazy. - He'll make me mad.

- Who?

- Mr. Great himself!

Hey, what are you doing

here in this heat?

- Searching for you.

- For me?

- ls everything okay?

- Have you forgotten?

- What? - What day is it today?

- Today is Wednesday.

- Date? - Twelfth.

- Time? - Around 1 a.m.

What is the problem?

lam very busy.

If you were busy, why did you

promise to take me to lunch?

Thank God you remember now. Since

when I'm phoning you in office.

They told me that the

boss is at the site.

I was so busy that I forgot.

Change your habits Rajesh.

Let's go, I'm hungry.

- We'll go for shopping later.

- Go with Shalu, Anu.

I'll join you'll

in some time.

Try to understand Anu.

The architect is going to come.

And what about me? I came

here looking for you.

I'm telling you

since so many days.

Today again you don't have

time for your fiancee.

Go with Shalu. I'll join

you'll in some time.

Shalu is not home.

She's gone to college.

- There's some function

today. - Function?

Greetings from Shashi Kumar

to every one present here.

Firstly, I would like to present

some artists in front of you.

With me, all the college

students have arrived here.

They'll present their

items before you.

So now, Vijay Kumar

from D.M. College.

The artist who is coming

before you now...

...is Lalita from

Pitambar college.

Yes, and now comes Kishor Anand

from our own college.

Yes friends. Now I'm

presenting the artist...

...who does require

need any introduction.

The young and handsome

Arun Kumar from our own college.

- Let's go.

- But why?

- Let's go.

- Please sit.

Friends, this award actually

belongs to the writer of this song.

I wouldn't have received this award

if this song wasn't so beautiful.

Hence, I want Miss Shalu

to get this award.

You don't know my real name. Say

that Miss Seema should get the award.

I mean Miss Seems should get it.

Because I've written the song

under the pen name of Seema.

The song sounds good only

when the lyrics are good.

Songs with bad lyrics can never

sound nice. Your intelligent.

Who are you talking to?

You're all alone.

Where were you

till now, brother?

I was so eager to give

you some good news.

- What good news? - There was a

competition in our college today.

All colleges participated. There

were excellent performances.

- And you know what? - What?

- Only my song received the prize.

- Where's the prize?

- Arun took it away.

- What? - Yes,

he sang my song.

And he sang it so well that

everybody was speechless.

- But who is Arun?

- Arun?

He studies in my college

and we're in the same class.

- Did you congratulate him?

- Congratulate?

Congratulations,

you sang very well.

- Congrats! - You sang very

well. - Thank you.

- You made the college proud again.

- He's my follower, right boss?

You call him a follower and

boss in the same breath?

- Why are you so confused?

- Congratulations Arun.

- Hey Arun. - Yes?

- The troublemaker is arriving.

Congratulations! You have

proved that you are truly great.

Enough!

Don't praise so much.

Won't I praise someone

who deserves it?

Hey Shalu. Will you just sit

there or congratulate him?

Stay away! You can

congratulate him from afar.

She'll ruin our happiness

if she comes too close.

It is not good to joke

all the time. Come.

- Why are you calling her?

- She wants to congratulate you.

Don't ridicule her.

Why are you quiet?

Say something.

You are an excellent singer.

Thank you. Since when have you

started appreciating talent?

I mean, since when do you

know anything about music?

Good taste is needed

to appreciate music.

And you don't have

such musical taste.

That was mean of you Arun. She

was so eager to congratulate you.

She got flowers for you,

and you broke her heart?

- What, she had got

flowers? - Move.

Good she didn't get a bouquet or she

would've placed a time bomb in it.

- I'm not that bad.

- Who says you're bad?

Then why does he always taunt me?

Did you see how he insulted me today?

- In front of everybody.

- He is not bad at heart

I'm only bad at heart

Everybody else is nice.

Everything is my fault.

I insulted him.

I picked a fight with him.

- Try to understand Shaka.

- Understand what Roma?

I took flowers for him

on your suggestion.

I congratulated him.

Did you see the result?

What does he think of himself?

He has become so vain since

he's received the award.

He wouldn't have won if he hadn't

sung the song written by me.

He sings my song and

then acts smart with me.

He got the award because

of my song, right?

Yes.

If I had given my servant this

song to sing, even he would've won.

Mental cases are revived

with electric shocks.

Do you want me

to die, you fool?

I was singing about my

father-in-law, not you.

He's also a mean old man like

you. The postman has come.

- Letter for Murli.

- My Lajjds letter.

- Letter for you. - Give me

Rs. 'I to give to the policeman.

Lajjo sends unstamped letter to

you and I pay the fine. Fool.

- Cut it from my wages.

- From you're wages?

You take the wages in advance

and send them to your village...

...and then beg from me.

- Consider it as help.

If one country can take

help from another...

...a producer can take

help from a financier...

...then can't I take your help?

- But I don't have money. - Then

sit outside a temple. - Why?

- You fool! - One rupee.

- One rupee?

I'll do one thing. I'll write a

letter and leave it unstamped.

Then add them and take Rs.2 from

Lajvanti's father in our village.

Okay. What?!

Dear Lajjo.

May God bless you. Am I writing

a letter or giving her blessings?

I'm not enjoying here.

Yes, I'll go there and write.

My dear little... not little.

It's a childish word.

My Lajjo, here I am...

such a useless letter?

My darling

...no not this.

My darling, give me a kiss.

You'll ask what darling means.

In this city girls are called

darling by their lovers.

And they keep asking

them for kisses.

In our village this

can never happen.

My dream lover, I haven't heard

your sweet voice since many years.

Here I only get to hear

Miss Shaw's scoldings.

I didn't know that girls in the

city are so rude and snobbish.

Hey, shoes?! I had heard that

shoes are worn on the feet.

How did these feet come here?

Have I entered the shoe closet?

I was only writing a letter.

You fool, you spoiled my diary.

I was writing a letter to my wife.

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