Ghajini Page #5

lesson that they'll quit smoking.

Go... hit them.

You'll teach us lessons?

You're going to hit us?

Come on.

You'll take on all of us?

Come on.

Hit us.

- Come on.

Ghajini... listen...

don't do it.

In four years,

we haven't had any quarrels.

Why do you want to kill me?

Who told you?

I don't care if you want to kill me or not.

I only want to finish off all my enemies.

Shoot.

Everyone's dead.

Why are you still anxious?

No... he's still alive.

He wasn't anyone of them.

These men were afraid of me.

But this is someone else...

someone I'm missing.

A girl is here, asking for you.

What girl?

My name is Sunita.

I am a medical student.

I visited a patient

at his home, recently.

He is planning to kill you.

He has already killed two others.

I have seen photos of the dead men.

He is an extremely dangerous man.

I saw him trying to kill a policeman.

The policeman got killed in an accident.

After that he came after me, to kill me.

Look... your photo.

A date is inscribed underneath.

I was about to go to the police.

But if my college gets to know, I'm in a mess.

I just couldn't sit on it,

so I came to you.

To warn you.

His photo...

the man who wants to kill you.

Mr Sanjay Singhania. 31 years.

Short term memory loss

Short term memory loss.

A man who forgets everything in

fifteen minutes is planning to kill me.

He even named a day for my death?

I got to fix a time for him to die.

on earth no more.

The boss?

Watch out.

He's away from home.

If he goes your way, you kill him.

If he comes this way, I'll kill the bastard.

Sure.

I'm into this problem...

What...?

He has my photo.

Who has...?

- That Sanjay Singhania... he has it.

Isn't it the one?

He has another one.

He had taken two photos.

You're the problem.

If it ends up with the police,

I'm in a fix.

Ask Mr Ghajini. He's looking for that guy,

he'll get the photo for you.

Hello, Mr Ghajini...?

Hello...

Mr Ghajini...?

Yes

I'm Sunita...

I met you about Sanjay Singhania.

Who...?

Sanjay Singhania,

the man who wants to kill you.

The one with the 15-minute memory...

He has a problem remembering,

but best to be cautious.

He's an extremely dangerous man.

You see, he has a photo of mine.

Do what you will to him,

but get me my photo, please.

He took my photo in the college canteen.

What are you wearing in the photo?

Blue top and blue jeans.

Let me find it, I'll send it to you.

What's your address?

Warden...!

Hurry...

Help me, please! Help me!

Excuse me.

Stay away.

Where's the lift?

Between second and third floors.

Put on the main switch.

His diaries.

If she accepts me,

then I'll confess to being Sanjay Singhania.

If she refuses,

then I remain Sachin...

and I fade out of her life.

All I await now, is tomorrow.

This wait for a yes will keep me up tonight.

This suspense is haunting,

how can I sleep tonight?

To what news my morning light will dawn,

to melodies of love like rain?

Or, is this thirst to go unquenched?

Like a passion, unfulfilled

You hold me in an ecstasy, thrilled

And now,

the consummation,

of that ecstasy,

in your arms,

is all I wish from you

In my heart of hearts, how I pine

To splash you with my colours of life

In every mood, to match my rhythm

It's all I wish from you

If only you say yes, then life...

can spring forth from the fountainhead...

to spew my pearls of life upon your path

Consummation...

of that ecstasy...

in your arms...

is all I wish

My gossamer dreams are cast in glass

As I ford my nights in dark

Fearful, lest my fantasies shatter

My hopes are inflamed

Yet I fear, lest some tempest...

puts out my flame

I wait for a lone yes

To turn on the springs ofjoy...

in a culmination...

of my dreams...

in the ecstasy of your embrace

It's all I wish

I have my Moon, over me my skies

Where dense dark clouds also hover

I wish this Moon is never overcast

A searing loneliness,

a pacing heart,

and not a moment's peace...

make up a wonderful story of mine;

I've only a restless yearning...

for a passion unfulfilled,

for an ecstasy, the thrill...

of your embrace

It's all I wish from you

In my heart of hearts, how I pine

To splash you with my colours of life

In every mood, to match my rhythm

It's all I wish from you

If only you say yes, then life...

can spring forth from the fountainhead...

to spew my pearls of life upon your path

For you, I thirst

All night, I kept thinking.

Until one o'clock it was, why you?

By two o'clock, it was why not?

At three am,

am I rushing into this?

At four, if not now then how will I ever...?

By the time it got to five o'c lock,

I had decided.

I do.

I love you.

Now's my turn to tell her who I am.

But you don't know who I am.

What...!

- When you get to know about my dad...

it'll blow your brains.

Is she talking my lines?

Take this.

In 1992, my dad had three Ambassador cars.

Oh wow...

- Oh yes.

He had a travel agency.

Shetty Travels.

Shitty Travels?

- Hey! Shetty... Travels.

Yes... I see... Shetty Travels.

- So.

It was my uncle who cheated him.

Ohh...

He stole all three cars.

Brokenhearted, my dad died.

That day, I swore...

until I buy three Ambassador cars,

I won't marry.

Three...?

Can't it climb down by a couple or so?

No way.

If you can wait, then wait.

OtheRWise,

marry a girl of your class.

I'll wait.

Don't worry.

Even after I'm rich,

I'll still be the same to you, like I'm now.

Promise?

- Promise.

Good morning, sir.

- Good morning.

A very happy new year to you.

- Thank you.

Mr Goenka has canceled for the day.

The board meeting is at eleven thirty.

The marketing presentation is post-lunch.

Okay.

Sir... what did she say when

she got to know about you?

I haven't told her.

Why, sir?

Because, in 1992...

her dad had three Ambassador cars.

Her uncle tricked her dad out of the cars.

Now she wants to be richer than her uncle.

Until then, she won't marry.

What if you just told her...?

She'd want to be richer than me...

that'd be the end of my wedding.

Truth is, I prefer to keep up this facade.

I had bought this flat...

as my gift to her...

after telling her about me.

It's not to be,

but I got to give her the flat, somehow.

That's your responsibility.

It'll be done, sir.

Thanks.

May no one ever wish you ill.

And your tank forever be petrol-ful.

For me too... please.

- Quiet! There's enough for everyone.

For me, too?

- Late, even today?

You bought it?

Yes... surprise.

One in. Two more to go.

- Great!

I sold the jewellery meant

for my wedding.

Dear husband to-be,

I don't think, you care for a dowry.

So, I bought a car.

Sure... it moves?

Are you joking?

Take a test drive.

Come on, kids.

Smooth drive, isn't it?

Smooth roads.

Hey...?

Smooth as butter.

The radio, there's one in there.

It works!

Hey, this car is mine!

I just bought it.

Nice, isn't it?

- What a pretty car!

Good news, sir.

The fax is in from London.

We've got the licence.

All calls to UK will be routed through us.

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