Meri Pyaari Bindu Page #2

had its fill of you.

Some songs become part

of your life.

Wrapped in their tunes are stories,

big and small.

Many memories.

Bindu and I had filled a cassette

with our memories.

Our mixed tape.

Our 4x2.5" dirty secret.

A tape filled with Lata, Kishore,

Asha, Rafi, RD, Bappi-da.

And Bindu,

Don't go away, don't leave me now...

my heart hasn't

had its fill of you.

"My Sweet Bindu."

In one Word - she was "trouble."

She was unusual, a little crazy.

Forever changing her mind.

She was madly in love with life...

but she loved herself

a little more.

At age 6...

she played a bee in a school play.

She adored her costume so much.

she kept it on for a week.

A Week later...

she threw it out like

an old toy.

Never wore it again.

What will you be

when you grow up?

Her answer changed every day.

A Prime Minister.

a washer-woman, a nurse.

Then one day she saw the film

"Guide" on TV.

She thought Waheeda

was singing herself...

so every singer was

as beautiful as Waheeda.

Was it Waheeda's magic

or Lata Mangeshkar's...

she had to be a singer.

I'll have an army of fans.

Wait and see!

She adored her mother.

She taught her that

life was like melting ice-cream.

Gobble it up or it'll get wasted.

She was scared of her father.

Her father, the Major, stumbled home

drunk every night.

If he was in a bad mood,

he'd look Bindu in the bathroom.

But who could tie her down?

She had wheels under her feet.

She never settled for a place

or a thing...

one object or even one person.

She left everything half-way.

A film, A book, A hobby.

Before she turned 25...

she broke two engagements.

- Let me kiss you.

- Please go for it.

Be serious!

God had given me so many signs.

But I was too obsessed by Bindu

to ever notice.

Bindu was like that melody...

that you hear once...

and can't get out of your head.

That year Kapil Dev won

the World Cup at Lords.

Kishore-da sang "Taaki o taaki."

And We learned about thunderstorms

In our geography class.

My little thunderstorm came quietly...

on a boring Tuesday in an old

green Ambassador car.

To welcome our new neighbours,

Ma made mince-meat samosas.

Like all great Indian love stories,

mine too started...

with samosas and green chutney.

There she was' sitting on

those trunks in the attic.

Fiercely guarding the secrets

they contained.

She had her headphones on,

looking at me with suspicion.

That look!

Oh God, that look.

Finally she said...

Listen to this, This will change

your life.

This will change my life?

What did she mean?

The song? The headphones?

Or she herself?

Even today I feel she had eyes

only for the green chutney.

We won't be able to Watch

the show?

This TV has become a pain.

Cricket and film songs always

brought India closer together.

Every Wednesday evening, I had

to battle with the antenna.

- Is it on?

- Yes, Don't move.

Before the 4.10 secs of

"Aaiye Meherbaan" were over...

Madhubala had Ashok Kumar

swooning over her.

And I had found my best friend.

Come to me, my kind friend.

Take a seat, sweetheart.

I invite you...

to take the test of love.

Let the song finish.

It's my name, Bindu.

What kind of name is that?

Bindu Shankarnaraynan, Is that

a name for a rock star?

- Wow! Are you really stripping?

- Eyes on the road.

Do you know why my father

named me "Bindu.

- You think I care?

- Go on, guess.

After his favourite actress,

Saira Banu.

"My sweet Bindu."

Who names their only daughter...

after a comic character

in a 70s film?

Why don't he name me "Saira?

Such an attractive name.

- My pet name is Bubla.

- Eyes on the road, Bubla.

It sounds like a Bengali version

of "Bubble Wrap."

- I don't even have my own song.

- Bubla really stinks.

But your parents called you

Abhimanyu too.

I'm stuck with this one name.

All my life I will stay a Bindu.

Uncool, unmarried. For life.

Don't worry.

I will marry you.

But you need to improve

your figure first.

You unfit Bengali!

With a name like Bubla.

dreaming about hot girls?

Sorry.

Ok. Bubla is a great name.

I'll marry you.

Are you sure?

But l can't walk. I'm wearing heels.

It's 11.30pm. I promised to give

Rahul my car.

So how are we going

to the party?

It's an emergency.

'That' kind of emergency?

Where is he?

- What are you doing?

- Look away.

What's up, bro?

Hi, Rahul.

How are you? Good?

Very good.

Thanks.

- Have fun.

- Bye.

I need a cab.

- Let's go.

- Where?

Hurry up... follow that car.

I left my keys behind.

You want them now?

It'll take a second.

Where are they? Where?

Oh! Hi, Pinky.

Glowing!

No keys here.

Found them, Thank God.

Follow me.

I can't believe you seriously

did that.

Rahul's face turned bright red.

And what about Miss Pinky Rastogi?

- Now they'll know.

- We'll find a taxi further on.

Bubla...

Don't sulk. Bubble Wrap.

Come.

- why are you so heavy?

- Know what l like about you?

What?

I am thinking.

I like the way you scrunch up

your nose when you're angry.

I also like those old-fashioned

sweaters you wear in the summer.

- I'll drop you here.

- But, but... I love.

That you're a real gentleman.

You'd never drop a helpless girl

on a cold road.

Never!

You!

The girl from Kolkata.

A Bengali qawali.

Let me sing!

Let it go to hell...

the material world.

Let me drop by your home

some day.

Leave your window open...

and let me fly away.

Let me play...

let joy overcome me.

O lovely girl,

let me get close to you.

Your youth...

my youth...

won't let go of me.

I roam streets and lanes...

come to me, sweetheart.

Fly to me in these pebbled lanes.

Come to me. Let the rumors

spread.

Everyone at home will have

a problem with us.

Let me...

Let you, get ourselves

a bad name.

What is youth Worth?

If it isn't full of wicked fun.

We are buddies who meet

at midnight.

Your youth...

my youth...

won't let go of me.

Page seven.

Don't.

Who Wants page seven?

zzzzzzzzzzzz20 bucks?

Page 3.

Please.

Must we attach the question paper

with the answer sheet?

I'm done.

Me and my crazy neighbour.

Our homes were next to each other,

So were our lives...

like Gabbar and Sambha, Munna

and Circuit, Guruji and Bhola.

Here. No more renting your car.

No more emergencies.

- Come on.

- You're nuts.

She always managed to make

me do wild and crazy things.

This 'two-phone rings' girl will

trap him one day.

As long as it's a girl.

I have to get some notes

from Prakash.

Where to?

I'll be back.

Bubla!

Just look at him!

Two rings means an emergency.

You know, right?

Everybody in North Kolkata knows.

OK.

Listen...

Bindu, whatever it is,

It's a no.

You know I don't like dogs.

Someone ran over his mother.

This little guy was crying

on the road.

Pa won't let me keep him.

How can We abandon

him on the streets?

- Know what we must call him?

- Someone else's problem?

We'll call him Devdas.

Can We keep Devdas?

What do I tell Ma?

Instead of notes.

I came back with a dog?

Not a dog, It's Devdas.

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