Meri Pyaari Bindu Page #4

I'm still trying my luck

at singing.

And you must be researching

something boring at your bank.

Research is a useful thing,

sweetheart.

Research says 82% of people who

randomly meet in Goa fall in love.

Is that so?

Listen...

I know that your dream was to

have a beach wedding in Goa.

Let's stop right here

and get married.

Terrific idea but I am engaged.

Still don't lose hope.

I've run away from two engagements

before, One veg, one non veg.

You must be considered a goddess

by the catering industry.

Not running this time?

My family and friends

have placed bets.

But not this time.

I really like him.

- What caste is he?

- How does it matter, uncle?

Caste, race, colour, religion.

Mind your own business.

He's a South Indian Christian.

Anil Matthew.

- Star sign?

- Cancerian.

- I am Cancer too.

- You're blood cancer.

You've lost out, my boy.

- Thank you for the bike ride, uncle.

- You can ride it now.

It was crazy meeting you like this.

I know.

Look after yourself, And come

to my wedding if you can.

You too, uncle.

I'll be in Mumbai. Take

my number. Call me.

Give me a pen.

Girls like Bindu Shankarnaraynan

are trouble.

You never know when they will

go to your head like a Tequila shot.

We gotta go Bye, uncle.

Friends warned me...

Ioving a girl like her

is free falling.

No one knows

Where you will land...

and in how many pieces.

- Here's your pen.

- At least hand onto that.

God bless you!

But no one had Warned me...

despite all the suffering

in love...

you're ready to do it again.

To give love another shot.

Many teach you how to love...

alas, no one teaches you

how to forget that love.

That year the floods nearly

drowned Mumbai.

Gulzar Saab Wrote a song about

Aishwarya's dark eyes.

and Bindu and I landed up

In the same city.

Call it life or Newton's Law of

Gravity....

Things were on a collision course.

I'm starving!

Hello.

Abhi! Where were you?

Have been trying to reach you.

It's an emergency.

Can you come to the bar?

- Now?

- Yes! Now!

Hurry! Don't waste time.

Abhi!

Are we checking out

your competition?

Disco 82.

My tummy's growling.

That wicked scoundrel.

It wasn't me.

Two kebabs and two beers.

Give me that.

- He's run off, That rascal.

- who?

That South Indian guy?

Mr Matthew?

This time he dumped you.

Sorry.

He called Pa. And sent me

a stupid SMS.

I really liked this one. The idiot

dumped me.

Why do these guys agree

to marry you?

They should know your track record

You're the runner.

- But aren't i hot?

- Sure.

- I sing well?

- True.

What else do you want?

Sure. I'm a little insensitive.

A little impatient, insecure.

Sometimes I'm out of control.

only sometimes.

But everyone makes mistakes.

Correct. Nobody's perfect.

You eat first.

Girlfriend?

You want to go, go.

Everyone marries. So why not

I play housewife too?

But when the day comes near...

I start feeling claustrophobic...

This one was a terrific guy.

S...! Why did he run?

The damn Cancerian.

We watched Big Boss together.

Then she fell asleep.

She didn't even eat.

- Something came up.

- Of course!

My sweet... Your sweet Bindu.

This won't end well. You won't

have either her or Bindu.

The last time you spoke to a girl

Indira Gandhi was PM.

- What do you know about girls?

- Of course.

I'll make it upto her. Long drive,

foot massage.

- Big Boss, episode no. 27.

- What?

Tomorrow night I'll be watching

Ep. 27 with her.

Want a bet?

- Get the cash from an ATM.

- It's on!

Take her away, Where will I sleep?

He doesn't love you.

My? I'll get married.

Any problem?

Of course renting to a single girl

in Mumbai is an offense.

Didn't you know that?

What kind of estate agent

are you, Sameer bhai?

Forget the flat. Find me a husband.

Ok, Bye.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- You lost the Juhu flat too?

- That's right.

It's not the end of the world...

stay with your Mr.Mattew

for a few days more.

I don't know how to swim.

I'll fall.

Phone... Boss is calling.

Hello, sir. Of course, sir.

My aunt is feeling much better, sir.

She's even smiling a bit.

I'll see you at the office.

By three?

Four, sir. Sure, sir.

Ok, sir.

What a crazy city!

I should go back to Kolkata.

If I didn't want to be a singer

I would be gone by now.

So when will you be the next

Indian idol?

To hell With that!

Film composers tell me my voice

needs "special training."

"Come home some time."

If your time-pass girlfriend wasn't

staying with you, I would.

Earlier we were neighbours, now

you'll sneak into my home?

When postal codes change, then

friends become like family.

- Thought of the day! Thank you.

- Wow.

Why not try "dubbing"?

Till you make it as a singer,

try dubbing.

Never know.

Good option, no?

Hi, Sameer bhai?

I have seen the face

of the moon.

I have seen a sky full of stars.

But I have seen

no one quite like you.

Husband? Or a flat?

In your lovely eyes...

that's where I want to drown.

No one can stop me

from falling in love.

My heart is to me.

You lost!

You have Won my heart.

A recipe for aubergine "bharta."

Read it in your own style.

First take the aubergine...

and roast it.

Then for five minutes...

stir it.

Then play With it for a bit.

And then...

roast it again.

Opened-eyes I saw you...

you're a beautiful dream.

Ram Sawant is out of the house!

You are the sweetness....

filling my heart.

Your lovely name...

So I found a way to bribe life...

and stumbled from friendship

into love.

But first it was time for

the elimination round.

It's the finale.

I'm leaving you.

Why?

Please. Let her go.

It's the finale.

I really am leaving.

Listen...

please, Let her go.

Oh yes!

He won!

You were dumped too.

How come, Bubla Roy?

Isn't it strange?

We Went our separate Ways...

lived in different cities,

had different careers.

Today we're together again.

11.30pm. Sitting on Mumbai's

Marine Drive, we're chilling out.

The only thing missing is our dog.

You, me and our dog Devdas.

I like the sound of it.

So you'll exploit me

on the rebound?

Unbelievable.

Do you remember my house attic?

Of course I remember.

Whenever I was very sad

or very happy.

I would go and hide there.

You'll always be my attic.

Please start paying the rent.

This song is dedicated to...

Abhimanyu Roy and Bindu

Shankarnarayanan.

And to all those lonely boys

and girls in this mad city...

Whose hearts have been broken.

I can remember...

your love.

Where am I? Where are you?

Where have you gone?

Come to me now.

"Is it the night, or your black

flowing hair...

Beautiful!

Stop your midnight poetry!

Nobody's talking to you.

You fool!

"Or is it the moonlight...?"

Give Javed Akhtar a break!

You know my Hindi is shaky.

It's not Hindi anyway it's Urdu.

"Is this the moon...?"

Something, something.

What did Mr.Bachchan sing?

"Where have We reached...

- walking side by side?"

- Shut up!

I must tell her what I feel

about her.

She already knows.

Everybody knows, even people

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