Meri Pyaari Bindu Page #3

No chance. End of discussion.

Then came the big day in the

college calendar.

The Xavier's Annual football match.

Science vs. Commerce.

I'll deal with you later.

These games added new words

to my vocabulary.

Crushes, Rebounds.

Boyfriend, girlfriend...

good friend, just friend.

It's complicated. Etc, etc.

And I discovered why goalkeepers

hate center-forwards.

We lost the match badly.

But it felt as though I had

lost something more.

Very helpless, very helpless.

Final score. Life: 2.

Abhimanyu Roy:
0.

Run' run'

Who asked you to End the car?

Damn! He banged the car.

Who is the idiot driving my car?

Dhruv!

Released the handbrake

by mistake.

Centre-forward.

He's already scored.

It's Bindu.

Cool it, you'll get your money.

You better.

My sweet Bindu.

My innocent Bindu.

Why make out oh the front seat?

The back seat...

has more room.

It's tried and tested.

I could've given you

a crash course.

Your hero is going to pay

for the car.

Abhi?

One word, Hindi.

One Word!

Terrific.

Titanic?

Saajan Chale Sasural.

- Swabhimaan.

- It's Na...

Keep quiet.

Yes Boss.

Rangeela.

QSQT.

O Darling. this is India.

Jo Jeeta Wohi Slkander.

Apu Trilogy.

- I'll hit you.

- She was doing well.

You.

One word? Hindi title.

Nagin.

So?

Candles... Candles... Candles...

One second. I'm looking for one.

Stop it, guys.

My melody has blended

with your night.

I have a friend who rents his car

for such emergencies.

You want it?

What just happened...

Like the Christmas lights

on Park Street...

some strange new feelings

were stirring inside us.

We were still neighbours...

but our paths were separating.

You guys are a mad lot.

I am trying to write.

You shoot like a sissy!

The referee can't hear you.

Shout louder.

Don't get angry, Bubla.

I am not angry.

They love you so much.

Love is over rated.

I need peace.

Going back to Mumbai?

It's your baba's birthday

in three days.

I'm not going anywhere. I'll come

back, Staying in a hotel.

I'll be back, I need time away from

this madhouse. I'm going nuts.

You'll stay in a hotel?

What will people think? You're

in Kolkata, but not staying at home.

Do what is right.

The book is more important.

- What will you eat?

- It's a hotel. Ma. They'll have food.

Why don't you ever say something?

What can I say? He's grown up

now. He'll do as he pleases.

Two eyes...

and one story.

This... was my mother's

favourite song.

She used to sing it at night

to put me to sleep.

I never did anything

for my mother.

I thought...

I Would someday...

I'd have enough time.

Enough chances.

I never thought I'd run out of time.

Two eyes...

and one story.

A few scattered clouds,

a few drops of rain.

One story.

After that night, the light never

came on in the attic.

Her father wasn't charged

for drunk driving.

But Bindu never forgave him.

His face kept reminding her

of the accident.

She ran away from home.

To Australia.

To her aunt.

Like most things in her life...

she left her studies half-way.

Bubla.

My sweet Bindu.

Your father gave me

your address.

Hope this letter reaches you

on time.

Your father is a changed man.

He has stopped drinking.

I don't get the time to go to Kolkata.

but Ma fills me in by phone.

I am in Bangalore, studying

management at IMS.

It's very different out here.

No one shares headphones. They

discuss grades and starting salaries.

I miss you, Send me your number.

I am pretty broke. But I can manage

a long distance call.

Abhimanyu!

Hello, stranger, Yes.

This is me. Life is crazy.

Australia is crazy.

Sending you a postcard, so I don't

have to write a lot.

Who told you to do an MBA?

You write well, You should've

become a writer.

You'd be happier and nap

in the afternoons.

Love and kisses to Devdas.

I miss you too.

In Australia, they call me

Bindaloo!

My name continues to ruin my life.

How are the chicks?

Chicks? You mean girls?

There are two girls in our batch.

They have moustaches.

There's a senior called Manjari.

She wears baggy trousers

and keeps saying s...!

Everyone at IMS is crazy about her.

Before I get interested in boys,

please come back.

Love Abhi.

PS. What happened to

front seat Dhruv?

Dhruv? Who?

You know the thing about boys, some

have great eyes, or great noses...

some have great lips.

A Shah Rukh Khan dialogue.

But the thought is mine.

Hi, Abhi!

In Cal for a week.

My heartless father has found

a suitable boy for me.

What do you say? Should I get

married?

You're getting married?

When? Where?

Congratulations my love!

Would have loved to come.

But it's placement week.

Devdas must be singing a sad

song for you.

He's heartbroken.

It's Holi!

My sweet Bindu...

Ma said you ran away

from your engagement.

Slow clap.

Ma also said how much money

your father lost.

Taking music seriously?

Amazing news.

I'm moving to Mumbai, Analytic

Division at a bank.

Write more often.

Hello, hi. Bonjour! I am in Paris

with my hopeless band.

I don't get a word of what

the boys say here.

Maybe that's Why I find them

so hot.

My sweet Bindu, I hope all is well.

Happy Diwali.

Happy birthday, Abhi.

Love, B.

My sweet Bindu.

I hope all is good with you.

I've started working. My job

has taken Ma's place.

Never leaves me alone for a minute.

I have to Work real hard.

And zero money.

I'll write on Saturday.

That Saturday I did not write to her.

Nor on the following Saturday.

Days and years disappeared

in a blink of an eye.

I was lost in the embrace

of Mumbai, this crazy city.

Can you fix this, Alok-da?

Oh goodness me! It's Abhimanyu.

You vanished after college.

Days of the cassette are over.

They're dinosaurs now.

What about some popular MP3's?

Nothing can match the songs

on this cassette.

Full emotion?

What a song!

RD Burman and Gulzar.

OP Nayyar and Asha.

Kishore Kumar and Rajesh Khanna.

There are some combinations...

that work so well together.

Wonderful on their own,

but miraculous together.

Pure magic!

Keep this carefully.

Combinations like these are rare.

Goa, Candolim, Four years later.

As usual, without warning...

accompanied by

a Burman Saab tune....

she exploded into my life

once again.

I bet 500 rupees, you're breaking up

with Maulshree.

Shut up!

Where are Vinay and Maulshree?

Maybe at the Chemist's.

Chemist? You are getting

lucky tonight, man.

But after that, you're going

to break up. I'm just saying.

Hold this.

Bindu! Stop the bus!

Stop the bus.

Drive fast.

Bindu!

O princess of my dreams,

when will you come to me?

The season of love is here,

when will you come to me?

Our lives will pass us by,

when will you come to me?

You could've hopped onto that bus.

It was so crowded.

We couldn't talk.

I'm seeing you like what...

after four years?

Remember my 500 rupees.

And a full tank.

Mind your own business.

I'll fill your tank.

Where are you nowadays?

Near you.

Mumbai!

- What are you saying?

- Yeah, it's been two months.

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