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So I'll go to her place.

Oh... okay... so...

So then, I'll see you...

Yeah...

Good luck with your 'Greater Political Participation' and all that...

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- Nice meeting you... - Yeah.

Actually... why don't you call Rima from my phone...

In fact, if her house is on my way, I can drop you.

- It's not an issue. - No, no...

It will be international roaming.

Don't worry about it.

Just call from here.

Take your time.

Thank you.

Sh*t.

What? Is your friend okay?

Her husband has taken her away on a surprise holiday to Paris.

Can you imagine?

That bugger!

Actually, I haven't stayed alone in a hotel room... feels sleazy.

I would have taken you along to my uncle's place...

but he is a true blue Punjabi.

I have stayed with him for a few days.

If he sees me with a girl, he'll have the wedding invites printed!

Come on, I can't come to your uncle's place.

It's okay... you carry on... It's fine.

Are you sure?

Yes, absolutely!

Okay, bye.

Okay.

Listen, I've got an idea.

Let's leave our luggage in the cloakroom...

and spend the money you got from the airline.

Let's take in the sights of London, let's have an adventure.

But your uncle?

I don't think you heard my story properly.

Today is the first day of my freedom...

and I don't want to spend it eating Indian food made by my Aunt.

So come, it will be fun. We'll explore London.

What do you say?

C'mon. I am a safer option than a sleazy hotel room.

C'mon! I'm a good guy.

Your first day of independence.

I will have to call my parents.

And I will have to call my parents.

So, you're joining film school?

That's right.

Actually, I don't watch films.

How can you be a patriotic Indian and not watch films?

I like books.

I like to imagine.

I, Lalitha Krishnan, daughter of Bina Krishnan and Murali Krishnan...

Am soaking in the sun, in Central London.

God... pinch me.

Ouch!

What the...

You said, pinch me...

I said, 'God' pinch me.

Freedom!

This actually feels so good.

Come on, shout with me.

Feels really nice. C'mon.

On three...

One... two...

FREE...

Don't be a bore. Shout with me.

I'm doing no such thing.

You know... all you have to do is...

just feel it from inside and say...

Freedom!

Hey, don't do this.

Lalitha...

You know what. I'll continue shouting like this till you join me.

Freedom! Freedom!

Nikhil, you are crazy.

And you're quite brave to be out with a crazy guy.

I could be a rapist or a killer...

For that you have to first stop being a Mummy's boy!

Freedom!

What's wrong now?

You said, we'll explore London.

That's what we are doing. How else do you want to explore?

What's this?

'To see' list?

You know, every time I read something interesting about a city...

I write it down.

Do you know, why Big Ben is called Big Ben?

Even though it was designed by Charles Barry?

There are two theories to this...

Lalitha-pedia!

Yes, Lalithapedia.

Lalithapedia, that's the right name for you.

What? It's funny.

What the...

I'm to blame for this too?

You said it is summer!

That's how British summer is. Read your book.

What?

You won't melt in two minutes.

Sit down.

Come on, sit.

Be in the moment.

Isn't this a beautiful church?

Yes.

Do you know the church was to be demolished to make way for a parking lot?

Why wasn't it done?

Because... The people protested and saved it.

If this were India...

an ugly shopping mall would have come in its place.

That's a church piano. You can't touch it.

You want to listen to a song?

What are you doing?

I wrote it myself.

If you like it, you can dance to it.

"She looks innocent and nave."

"She says she doesn't understand anything."

"But she's so smart inside."

"Sometimes strange...sometimes she looks beautiful."

"Sometimes she looks like a scene right out of some book."

"I guess she's crazy about philosophy."

"She says it's a phase."

"She looks innocent and nave."

"She says she doesn't understand anything."

"But she's so smart inside."

"Sometimes strange...sometimes she looks beautiful."

"Sometimes she looks like a scene right out of some book."

"I guess she's crazy about philosophy."

"She says it's a phase."

"She says it's a phase."

"Darling...sweetheart...

"...Every song's comprised of it."

"Every boy thinks..."

"...he can be like Romeo."

"What do I write..."

"...who should I be?"

"Why do only boys woo girls in the films?"

"I do everything even if I don't want to..."

"But when she comes...I'm on my best behavior."

"This girl's a full on chase."

"She says it's a phase."

You do know that you have broken God's rule in touching that piano.

You'll have to make your confession and burn a hundred candles.

Sir, I told her.

Sir, we're really sorry, sir.

I know how sacred this piano is and...

I respect all religions even though I'm a Hindu.

And in fact, I'm a Tamilian Brahmin and...

my mother is Maharashtrian Brahmin and my father is a Tamilian Brahmin...

Sir, sir, please tell her you're joking.

Otherwise she will go on and on.

Excuse me...

could we have a bottle of one of your best red wines?

Thanks.

Bottle of best red wine?

Don't worry, it's my treat.

I can pay for my share.

So madam has a problem with chivalry?

Just a polite way of showing women their right place.

No, thank you.

You know, I've noticed something about you.

You've formed an image of yourself.

Like, 'I'm very serious...

I'll fight for women emancipation, I'll change the world...'

And you struggle hard to live up to that image.

You're quite sweet, actually.

I don't need a man to run my life.

No? You won't get married?

No!

What?

But I am sure you will.

The only heir to the Chopra fortune. I'm sure people will bid for you!

Alright, don't get married, but you'll at least fall in love?

Depends.

I hate that Valentine's day chocolates and roses kind of love.

What's wrong with that?

Who came up with this Valentine's day?

It was like a race back in college...

which girl would get the most roses.

As if, love can be measured in roses.

If a guy doesn't give you a rose...

does it mean that you don't deserve to be loved?

If I shut my eyes and listen to you speak, it feels like...

you're wearing thick spectacles, lecturing about something...

and at an important point, adjusting your spectacles like this.

I wear contacts!

What?

Actually, you know what I think...

In those thick glasses, you'd look quite hot.

Shut up!

It's a compliment, take it.

Shut Up!

Listen...

the waiter's coming.

He'll ask you to taste the wine.

Why should I taste it? You can also do it.

Dude!

They ask the ladies, alright? It's polite.

What do I have to do?

It's simple, tilt the glass a little...

swirl the wine...

sip it slowly and in a pseudo voice say...

Si, perfecto.

Madam would like to try the wine?

Yes.

Yes, she would indeed.

Si, perfecto.

Yeah... thanks.

Yuck!

Now this is called a 'full bodied' wine!

Yuck Bitter!

You broke the glass.

Sh*t I broke the glass...

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