Listen Amaya Page #3
- Year:
- 2013
- 108 min
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Devika wanted to open a clinic here,
and after all, there's
nothing like being home, is there?
It's just a matter of
getting used to living here again.
Why? Aren't you enjoying living here?
No, it's not that.
Our friends had
warned us before we re-located
about the system here..
Look, I've made my peace with it,
If by greasing a few palms,
it makes life easier all around,
then do it. Everybody does it..
So basically, you've
taken the easy way out?
C'mon Amaya, he's got a point!
What point Ma?
Everyone makes this
point, it's very convenient.
Which is why nothing changes here.
Amaya, it's not like
I'm supporting corruption.
Well!
you're supporting corruption!
Abhay, who have you tangled with?
You know Amaya and my husband..
What's this?
The party's already started
and I wasn't even informed!
Hi, Jayant Sinha.
Abhay..my wife Devika.
Happy Birthday to you,
we have a cake here for you.
Raghav, even you knew?
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday!
Thank you!
Whenever you
manage to stand up straight,
I'd like to have a word with you.
Are you only planning to party,
or are there any ideas for the book too?
No actually, I've been unwell.
I've got Writer's block!
When people move as violently as you do,
things are bound to
go wrong all the time!
Ever since we spoke the other day,
I've come up with a fantastic idea.
What?
To really get to know someone well,
you must dig down and
peer into their memories.
So, why don't you
write a book about memories?
Something like..
We'll write it
Memories of the Busy Bazaar
Hello?
Sorry, I think I've
dialed the wrong number.
Cafe's shut today?
What's happened?
Because we're going to lunch out.
Are we going to eat Biryani?
That I can do even at home!
You are going to make Biryani?
Then we're definitely
going to lunch out today.
C'mon Ma, I'm not that bad!
Quite bad..
Quite bad. Nonsense.
Dad used to always measure out spices
using his fingers.
You remember that?
And I also remember
that he made
better Biryani than you too!
Rubbish.
Dad was such a great guy.
I think, they just
don't make men like him anymore.
Now don't get all sentimental on me!
I'm the one getting sentimental?
Okay lets see..
IT'S BURNING!!!
WOW!
Come and sit.
I also want to speak with you..
Amaya just see..
It's Jazz.
So take the call.
You take the call yourself..
Hello?
Where are you?
Where do you think, but at home...?
Why are you sounding so angry?
I've lost my mobile phone.
Where?
Sorry, silly question.
What are you'll up to?
Eating lunch,
special Amaya biryani.
Does Amaya plan on only cooking biryani,
or does she plan on
starting to write as well?
Yeah, she's writing too"
Oh shucks..
Jayant I'll just call you back.
Ma, I can't get this right.
Oh! You look lovely!
Are you going out somewhere?
Jayant and I are going out to dinner.
Come..
We can give you a lift.
No need. I'm going with my friends.
Okay. Have fun.
Please congratulate Priya
and Nishant on my behalf as well.
Bye.
Bye..
Thank you.
I have only one major regret in my life,
I haven't travelled..
I met an Australian the other day..
She would be older than you also!
She'd bought a one
And no plan, nothing.
She left when she wanted
to, and if she liked a place,
she just stayed as long as she desired!
The quintessential traveler!
I envied her..
I so envied her.
We'll travel the world together Leela,
the whole world.
You and me together.
Even Madhavi and Aditi loved to travel.
It was Aditi's spring break,
so we left for
Ranikhet, early in the morning.
There used to be a
small restaurant on the way,
where Madhavi loved to stop for tea.
So we stopped"
Aditi was asleep on the seat behind,
so I opened the door
and picked her up in my arms.
Madhavi said, lets
leave after a cup of tea.
Since Aditi woke up hungry,
I asked them
to fetch sandwiches lying in the car.
I was loading a new
roll of film in the camera.
It suddenly started
to pour down with rain,
so, I asked them to stay in the car,
while I paid up.
As I turned to leave after paying,
I saw a truck speeding towards our car.
Before I could say or do anything"
It crashed straight into our car.
My Aditi and Madhavi
died on the spot.
My daughter was only 9 years old Leela.
She was so small..
For years thereafter, I cursed myself.
Why was I not in the car with them"
Ma..
Ma?
Ma..
Ma...?
I'm sorry.
Listen Amaya..
'I'm listening Ma'
'I'm listening Ma'
'I'm listening Ma'
I want to go to Bangalore.
I want to meet Aunty.
Amaya..can we talk?
I want to leave tomorrow.
Okay.
I'll call her.
Sujata?
Leela? What a lovely surprise!
Mummy was asking
about you all yesterday.
How are you'll doing?
Amaya wants to come to Bangalore.
Oh great!
Is she coming for an interview?
No. She wants to meet with you.
Really.
Everything okay?
I don't know..
I'll book her on an evening flight.
Well please tell Amaya,
I'm really looking
forward to seeing her.
I will.
Take care, bye.
Aunty will be at the
airport to pick you up.
I don't want to go.
But, didn't you just say..
I can change my mind Ma!
Your father was my best friend.
The day he died,
it almost felt like
I'd died with him too.
But then I saw you
and realized that life stops for no one.
These twelve years have been tough,
and I had no one to
tell me right from wrong.
Bringing you up alone
was a challenge by itself,
but I've enjoyed every moment of it.
I'm proud of who you've grown up to be.
Dad would have been too"
Intelligent,
confident,
ambitious young woman.
full of opportunities.
So a few years ago, I thought to myself
why not start living my life again?
I started Book a Coffee.
I met with some old friends,
and I made some new ones too.
Jayant and I just clicked.
We didn't know,
if we both wanted
the same things from life.
We'd often be afraid.
In fact,
the biggest fear was
whether you would
be fond of Jayant or not.
You put that fear to rest yourself.
And Amaya,
I'm sure you'll understand this,
Jayant made me feel like a woman again.
We want to spend the
rest of our lives together.
Amaya?
Good morning!
What do you think?
I don't like the title..
But why? I think it's very appropriate.
Because memories are very personal,
And we have no right to
dig up other peoples' memories.
Maybe we should
never have started this book.
It's not too late yet,
but I believe
if you start something,
it's only right to
see it through to its end.
Uncle, listen to this joke..
Santa whispers
something into Banta's ear.
Banta dies instantly.
What is it that Santa
whispered into Banta's ear?
Say say..
BANG!
It wasn't so bad was it?
Leela aunty, give this to me..
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