Jugni Page #2

My dear...

...in our clan, a child's

first cry is a melody.

I've sung for as long as

I can remember.

Never thought of making an album?

Don't know about that.

A long time ago someone came

talking about a cassette.

He spoke sweetly.

But his eyes were dishonest.

He gave me 175 rupees.

Never make a promise you can't keep.

Maybe that recording led me to you.

Led you to me?

I came here looking for you.

You tuneless soul, look at me!

You liar.

What did I do to

deserve a son like you?

Wait!

Aren't you ashamed to tell me that

she came looking for you?

And you'll get my songs recorded too?

Go sing your sleazy songs.

You bastard.

Go to hell!

There they go again, mother and son.

This is Maan Saab.

I am next to him.

Next to me is Sardool Saab.

I've performed 27 shows with them.

They respect me.

I get paid in cash for every show.

Get a colour photo with me too.

I have a historic photo with you.

It will be printed after you're gone.

I'm not dying yet.

Not in the mood.

God bless you.

Tumbi, dholki, sarangi, daff,

harmonium, any instrument.

Just remember one name, Jeeta.

Your very own. 'Jeeta the Emotional'.

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Friends and brothers.

Welcome.

A top star!

A unique star in the world of cinema.

We have with us, Vibhavari.

Let's welcome her

with a round of applause.

The biggest superstars

have danced to her tunes.

Our very own, Mr. Bachchan is a big fan.

We're priveleged to have her here.

So with her permission, I will

present a new item.

It's in a lighter vein,

but very deep.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Let's hear it.

Way to go.

Mastana is ready.

Keep it up.

C'mon, let it play.

"Take my liver and

kidney free with my heart."

"Take me to Vancouver or Sydney."

"Take my liver and

kidney free with my heart."

"Take me to Vancouver or Sydney.'

"Love is the cream on

top of sweet buttermilk."

"Love is the cream on

top of sweet buttermilk."

"Take as much as you want."

"Take my liver and

kidney free with my heart."

"Take me to Vancouver or Sydney."

"Take my liver and

kidney free with my heart."

"Take me to Vancouver or Sydney."

"A little dirty and a little flirty."

"Some old and some so lissome."

"Crass, crude, rude or seductive."

"My love is for one and all."

"Make me yours. I will thank you."

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"Fear the lord, don't be rude."

"Just stare at the

ceiling and don't ask why."

"Come hold me tight, sit behind me girl."

"Come hold me tight, sit behind me girl."

"And catch a glimpse

of my expensive underwear."

"My liver and kidney

free with my heart."

"Vancouver or Sydney."

"Take my liver and

kidney free with my heart."

"Take me to Vancouver or Sydney."

."Take my liver and

kidney free with my heart."

"Take me to Vancouver or Sydney."

"Take my liver and

kidney free with my heart."

"Take me to Vancouver or Sydney."

"My liver and kidney

free with my heart."

That idiot!

Fake notes as usual.

- So, Vibs.

- Yes.

Did you have fun?

Yeah. It was nice. I had fun.

This is the kind of stuff people like.

You need to run the house as well.

Need to balance things.

Here we are.

Your stop. Get down.

- Drop her off first.

- Ok. If you say so.

I don't know Mastana--

"I will never leave,

stay single all my life."

"There is no home except Lahore."

Fantastic!

He who has not seen

Lahore, has not lived.

There's food. Take it yourself.

I've eaten.

Add water at least.

Talked to Jeeta about the show?

It's on the 20th.

There's time.

You always welcome trouble.

You know I have another show

on the 20th.

- You never get it right.

- Forget it, mother. I'll manage.

No one's interested in

your kind of songs anymore.

You idiot!

Have you gulped your manners

with the booze?

Jeeta asked me directly.

Mother...

...If I don't go either,

we'll be done for.

Do what you want.

Just give me my share.

A skirt, pant or a lungi?

What is she wearing?

You have a baughty sight.

Is she a foreigner?

Should I whistle?

No, just wink.

Let that be.

Let's start.

Presenting... Jugni.

You forgot again.

What are you doin?

One day you'll know the value

of these songs. Where's the book?

The book?

This boy is blessed.

But he just won't sing the old songs.

Mr. "Up to date"!

Ask him for a modern song.

Let it be. I'll start.

"My Guru is my heart."

"My Guru is my heart."

"It orders and I follow."

"It orders and I follow."

"I bow to zest and zeal."

"I bow to zest and zeal."

"For everything."

"For everything."

Excellent.

Fantastic.

"A piggybank of fun and games."

"A piggybank of fun and games."

"That grows by the day."

"Woman, she's not a flute of sorrow."

"She's celebration,

she's a song, she's a dance."

"She's celebration,

she's a song, she's a dance."

"She's celebration,

she's a song, she's a dance."

"The unstruck sound resonates."

"The unstruck sound resonates."

"Warming every corner of the heart."

"Growing by the day."

"Warming every corner of the heart."

"Lighting up every nook."

"Woman, everywhere she steps."

"Lighting up every nook."

"Woman, everywhere she steps."

"Lighting up every nook."

"Woman, everywhere she steps."

"Woman, everywhere she steps."

"Woman, everywhere she steps."

Superb!

Fantastic!

Way to go!

Saroop, shall we?

Not a problem.

"My Guru is my heart."

"It orders and I follow."

Sorry, cut.

It's not the same.

Let's make tea.

For energy?

Booze is for energy.

Just a second!

Make tea.

Should I take yours off too?

Yes.

Can't breathe.

"My Guru is my heart."

Exactly. This is what I wanted.

Is it?

On your left is the

sad and forlorn one.

On your right is the happy one.

So beautiful.

A photo?

One more.

Let's take one together.

Come on.

That's nice.

Can I ask you something?

Do city people ask before asking?

- How did you and Preeto meet?

- Alcohol.

Alcohol? How?

This is what happened.

It was the peak of

winter and I was all set.

Meaning drunk.

When I'm drunk, I'm a lion. I climbed

to the terrace to declare my love.

Then got confused. Were the flowers

marigolds or roses?

Flowers?

Yes. The quilts have printed flowers.

Then?

- And then the story turns.

- I know that.

A twist in the tale.

Yes.

Preeto was elsewhere and I got

under the wrong quilt.

Would you believe it.

Rano's aunt was sleeping

with her slippers on.

I shouted, and so she did too.

I am serious.

Too funny.

So nice.

Show me.

Just a second.

Nice.

Jaildar Singh Jaili requests

a song by Bibi Saroop.

Here it is, Mr. Jaildaar.

Your song is finally playing.

Vibo!

Hurry! Come up.

What is it?

My song.

"It shouts from inside of my shirt."

"Oh my style!"

"They letch at me, from every corner."

"Oh my buxom figure."

"Look into my eyes."

"Don't you dare look away."

"If you sit up close so close..."

"...Then why just use your hands?"

"Both the flowers are in bloom."

"Can't hold on any more."

"Oh my buxom figure."

"Oh my buxom figure."

"Oh my buxom figure."

"Catch a glimpse

of my expensive underwear."

Get lost!

- Come on, Preeto.

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