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people talk to you just because they are interested in Hinduism..

..or they like Indian food.

They think that talking to me will help them attain nirvana.

Or something like that.

I'll tell you what is stupid.

These white guys find you Indian girls exotic...

but think we Indian guys are all terrorists.

Now that is stupid.

You Indian boys have an inferiority complex.

You have become a crybaby.

Crybaby!

By the way, the guy with the book... was all over you.

Why didn't you introduce us?

I forgot.

Actually, he is my roommate, Cecile's boyfriend.

I mean, one of her boyfriends.

Forgot his name.

So... do you have a boyfriend?

Shut up.

A simple answer, yes or no.

Do you?

No, I don't have a boyfriend. I like girls.

You're so funny!

Let's go.

Come on... tell me.

What?

Do you have a boyfriend?

If I did, would I pass out and wake up in your hotel room?

Or take you around Paris?

I don't have a boyfriend!

Happy?

That's it. You don't do this when hungover!

You're a film school student, I thought you'd like Montmartre.

Did you know that Amlie and Moulin Rouge were shot here?

And all the famous artists lived here...

Van Gogh, Picasso, all of them.

I've heard that these days this has become a red light area.

You only hear what you want to hear.

Oh...

Drama queen!

The only consolation is, if I die it will be in your arms.

If you write such awful dialogues, you'll be thrown out of film school.

I will write what I want to.

They can go shoo themselves.

What happened?

Film school didn't work out?

Our pheromones didn't click.

They are all losers and they are out to judge others.

You know I made a superb film but...

none of them had the maturity to appreciate it.

They enter the film school and start behaving like they are David Lynch.

I've been on film sets since I was a kid.

I know what goes into making a film.

None of these guys will ever make a film.

But I will. My dad is a producer.

Listen, in the creative field it's difficult to say..

..what's right and what's wrong.

It's very easy.

I am right and the others are wrong. Simple!

This is 'vin chaud'. Hot wine.

Perfect for this weather.

I hope this is good wine?

But Of course Mademoiselle, you are in Monmartre...

We'll only serve you authentic French wine.

No, no, no...

Are you sure?

Go on, say it...

The girl from the suburbs of Mumbai has gone all 'lah di dah' French.

I like the 'lah di dah' type.

There was a time when I spoke French like an Indian.

But my roommate Cecile taunted me so much that...

now I speak French just like her.

Cecile and Lolita...

would be great to put a hidden camera in your room?

What do you think we do?

There are a lot of exciting possibilities.

Sorry to disappoint you, but we're both straight.

Oh. Don't ruin my fantasies...

Why did you have to say that?

- C'mon let's go. - Thanks for this.

"Life is still...afraid...let it fly."

"Let it pick some drops from the flowing river."

"Let me hear the silence."

"And weave some dreams."

"Let me change the destiny..."

"...that's already been written for me."

"A faint intoxication in the air."

"A subtle romance in the ambiance."

"Listen to the heart beat if you can."

"Don't keep meeting often."

"What kind of an effect is this..."

"...tell me."

"Without a word being said... I know it all."

"There's a bit pain..."

"...and my breath's also cold."

"I've found my refuge..."

"...what else could I wish for."

You started drinking wine, why not cigarettes?

I wish I didn't have a problem with the smell.

Then I would also eat cheese and drink wine the whole day..

..like these French girls...

and still stay thin.

Don't worry.

We, Indian guys prefer 'full bodied' girls.

You think I'm fat?

Let's check.

Waist... slim.

Hips...

just right.

Arms... long and slender.

And these... 32-B?

You pervert... crazy!

Alright, I wouldn't have touched. What are you doing?

I wouldn't have touched...

without your permission!

"Cooped up and subtle..."

"...that's how this afternoon is."

"The waves..."

"...are restless."

"There's a sweet smell around..."

"...but someone's missing."

"The place where I want to be..."

"...that's where I found you."

Let's go on a road trip across Europe.

I haven't won the lottery.

Don't worry about the money, leave it to me.

Next month I have to return to New York.

Fine, we'll go on a road trip across the US.

And this time I will come, I swear.

You want to make all the plans right now?

I want to travel the world with you.

We'll talk all night and...

we'll make love.

Lalitha...

Hmm?

I think...

I love you.

What?

You don't laugh at my jokes...

and now, when I bare my heart to you, you can't stop laughing!

Strange woman.

Nikhil...

I mean Nikhil...

Move on from Nikhil... Nikhil, I...

Nikhil, I...

Nikhil, I...

I want to watch your film.

Where did the film come from?

When you win your Oscar, I'll tell everyone that...

Nikhil Chopra showed me his first film in Paris...

just after we made love.

And I knew, he was a genius!

Well, it's not that great.

It is somewhat intellectual.

Can I decide?

Hmm?

This isn't like a typical Hindi film.

This film is very subtle.

There's a lot of subtext... a lot of layers.

You must have heard of Tarkovsky.

He is a genius.

I've been influenced by him.

Did you notice her footwear?

So neatly aligned... and suddenly the scar on her back...

quite menacing.

I told you it is intense.

What are you doing?

I told you it is an intense film.

It has an effect on people.

Let's burn the DVD.

And put an end to Nikhil Chopra's film career.

If that makes you happy.

Lalitha, are you taking a shower again?

I'm coming in...

Oh... was it that bad?

Why are you getting dressed up? You were looking so good.

Hey...

everything okay?

What's wrong? What happened?

What happened? Is it my body odor?

What's wrong? Hey... relax. Why are you behaving this way?

What's the matter?

Please talk to me, sit down... relax.

What happened?

What happened?

Tell me.

Jules Renard has said...

Okay... same to you?

Everything you wish is out there waiting for you. You only need to ask for it.

Everything you wish also wants you. But you have to act to get it.

Er... same to you again?

Cecile told me this in New York.

And I was inspired by it.

I realized I was wrong in not replying to your letters.

Yes I got all the three letters you wrote.

I thought why write back...

why not visit you in London!

Rima got your address from the film school and I bought my ticket.

At Heathrow I picked up champagne and chocolates for you.

I paid a month's salary to the taxi driver and got to your apartment.

It was quite cold for March.

Your neighbors were sitting at the window having tea...

holding hot mugs with both hands.

I thanked the taxi driver and climbed the stairs.

I rang the doorbell but got no answer.

As I touched the door, it opened.

I could hear the sound of laughter.

Thought you might be on the phone.

And I'd surprise you.

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