Jaane Tu... Ya Jaane Na Page #7

Sir has spoken.

You are warned. Now get going!

Brother Ballu...

Age before attitude.

Thanks, Dirty Harry!

Mine, too!

This fellow looks familiar...

Bro! It's the guy who conned us.

That AIDS chick!

Hats off! We value a brain.

We even have one between us.

Shake hands, kiddo!

May I ask why you're both

so ecstatic?

What's the deal?

What's your name?

So, Jai, the thing is,

today we go from boys to men!

It's an ancient family tradition.

To become a man,

one must fulfil three conditions.

- One...

- Horse riding.

- Two?

- Thrash someone.

Go to prison!

Rathores from Ranjhore?

But how, why?

Ballu's dad was elected to Parliament,

so no one dared arrest them there.

If they assaulted someone, the cops

said, "Bravo, Your Highness,"

and slapped the victim some more.

Get the picture?

Laughing stock of the family, we were.

So we reckoned,

"Hey, no one knows us in Bombay!"

And here we are, in jail.

Ballu's right,

no jail for us in Ranjhore.

Ranjhore? In Rajasthan?

- Yes, why?

- My father was from Ranjhore.

And your father was?

You are Jai Singh Rathore...

son of Amar Singh Rathore?

Yes.

And your father...?

He died when I was five.

Is your mother's name Savitri?

How do you know?

Recognise us?

I'm Kuber Singh Rathore.

This is Vinay Singh Rathore!

Mowgli!

Brother Ballu? Brother Bagheera?

Once their excitement abated,

they began narrating

the exploits of Amar Singh.

Legend has it he could tackle

a wild boar with his bare hands.

And he'd slapped pretty much

every man in Ranjhore.

And what a death!

Right, Ballu? A glorious death!

Unarmed, alone,

he stormed the Bathwal mansion,

and slapped them senseless.

True!

The Terror of Ranjhore, Amar Singh!

Even today his name lives on.

- What are you thinking about?

- Nothing.

Come on, spit it out.

You know how he hated violence.

The tragedy, Jai, is that

you can even dream it.

Has he lost it?

What is it, then?

- Do me a favour?

- Take two.

- I need to get out of here.

- But how did you get in?

- I thrashed someone.

- My lion!

The beacon of Ranjhore!

Stay the night, chat with us.

No, Brother Ballu! I have to get out.

Or I'll lose Aditi.

Yes, sir.

No, sir. Never, sir.

Absolutely, sir. Right away, sir.

Victory to India, sir!

- Oh, Rathore, sir...

- Save your licking for an ice cream.

Shut mouth. Open cell. Release Jai.

There's a report against him.

And you filed it? Say sorry!

- Release him!

- Sir...something to wet our beaks?

Sure, ask him.

Some tea before you leave?

Leave? Who's leaving?

Just do as you're told. Let Jai go.

And you?

Right after breakfast tomorrow.

Leaving, son? Farewell.

And don't act so tough next time.

His violent streak is very dangerous.

Do drop in. It's your uncle's home.

Do convey my regards to your mother.

Save it, kiddo. Go get Aditi.

It's 1 2;00. I'm screwed.

I didn't realise you were Cinderella!

Transport strike.

No bus. No train. No taxi.

The final condition? His brother's horse!

I don't exactly know how to ride.

Yes, you do. A Rathore knows how,

even in his mother's womb.

Ride on. Save your love. Go.

- Gracias, Dirty Harry.

- Muchas gracias.

Epiphany.

It wasn't Dad.

It was me.

I tried calling the Commissioner, too.

Who can I call at this hour?

What?

Did I...? Wasn't that...?

Isn't that your son?

No. That's my husband's son.

Let's go. Home.

Is he flying, too?

The terrorist has checked in. Over.

Meow!

The terrorist has been

apprehended, sir.

And he's...meowing, sir.

No, sir, not "May I?"

"'Meow" like a cat, sir.

You and I have a bond

from yore

That is why you make

my heart soar

Know it or not

Admit it or not

Don't go, Meow.

Of course not, Rats.

The terrorist was singing, sir.

What song?

Know it or not

Admit it or not...

So she didn't go?

Next time, I shoot.

I know, sir.

And if you ever sing again...

...someone's sure to shoot you!

Aware of that, sir.

- Shall we?

- Yes.

How was the honeymoon?

I never knew Jai was so romantic.

How I missed you guys!

Rotlu, stop crying!

I feel like I've known you two

for years!

Jiggy, let's hear the whole story...

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