Noor Page #3

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marrying Rahul Parekh meant...'

Birkin around your arm,

coke up your nose...

and a 10 million

diamond around your finger.'

When you're getting all that...'

you can definitely

endure some discomfort'

Really?

She's gonna love you.

Dangling chandeliers from

my ears was unbearable...'

But I endured that as well.'

But tolerating his

mother... was impossible.'

So Mom, this is Noor.

The one I told you about.

She's a...

She's a... good friend of mine.

And we've been spending

a lot of time together.

What beautiful earrings.

Thank you, aunty...

She's a journalist,

that's why she was late.

She has a voice...

Yeah, of course.

I am sure she can speak for herself.

Of course.

So Noorie... you're a journalist.

Noor!

Which newspaper, Noor?

Actually, I am a broadcast journalist.

And which channel are you on?

Well it's Kind of like

a local human interest...

No, it's more like a news agency...

We collect news.

We generate and provide

content for other channels here.

Where did you study?

Mumbai.

Didn't your parents think about

sending you to a foreign university?

Well I was just four

when my mother passed away...

and, dad couldn't afford it, so...

Shekhar had a tendency

to consistently...

disrupting my barely

existent social life.'

But that day,

for the first time in my life...'

he called me at the right time.'

I am sorry, I've to take this.

Yeah, Shekhar.

Forget it, dude.

Rahul Parekh is a loser.

He doesn't deserve you.

And I say good riddance.

Am I ever going to find anyone, Saad.

Well, for now let's

go to the an gallery.

Mum is dying to see you.

Pseudo alert.

Why don't you give

this place a chance...

before you star-t judging it.

Want a drink?

Obviously.

Hi... two champagnes please.

Hi, Saad.

Hi, Maa.

How are you?

What?

What?

Hi!

Hi, how are you?

Saad didn't have

my drink in his hand...'

in fact,

it was his new arm-candy.'

Zarina.'

She looked like she

just jumped out of...

an Archie comic wearing

that A-line dress.'

Perfect waistline,

perfect hair, perfect lips.'

Little Miss Perfect.

It's...

You were supposed

to get a drink for me.

Hi, aunty...

Hi.

Did you want a drink?

About an hour ago...

But I guess you were

busy plucking grapes.

Thank you.

Yeah...

ls there a problem?

No... she's just... Jokes!

She is a joker.

So pretentious.

Why do you say that?

It's quite dramatic.

Really?

I mean the chiaroscuro

is quite powerful...

I don't know.

Isn't there too much negative space?

How about this one?

Who does this?

Poor guy went for a haircut.

Never imagined someone will take such

an ugly picture of him in this condition.

All in the name of 'Ar-t'.

And this...

What is this?

This is how foreigners

want to see our city.

Street kids... taking a dip...

The beach...

I mean... l am tired of all this.

Don't you think such images...

capture the free spirit of Mumbai.

Ummm no...

I'm Ayananka Bannerjee.

My friends call me Ayan.

Hi Ayananka Bannerjee,

I'm Noor Roy Chaudhary.

At least... our names are

cooler than these pictures.

Excuse me.

What happened?...

I am an idiot, Saad.

Well, at least you

and I agree on something.

What?

Him? Forget it...

Looks like a wannabe.

These are his photos.

And I just made fun of them

in front of him.

It's not funny, Saad.

Well, I guess another

one bites the dust.

Shut up... and she's the wannabe, okay.

Are you like jealous?

Yeah, so jealous.

Fine, come on...

Where?

Zara's gig, you elephant.

You elephant.

Don't touch me...

Ayananka Bannerjee... CNN Reporter.'

A man of substance.'

My dreams were finally coming true,

and I blew it!'

Your love's cast a spell on me...

cast a spell...

My head's stuck on you...

stuck on you.

Your love's cast a spell on me...

My head's stuck on you...

My plight's really bad...

really-really bad.

My plight's really bad...

really-really bad.

Rosy...

Rosy...

Since I saw... your rosy eyes...

my head's on a high.

Hold me... guys...

because I am out of control.

Rosy...

Rosy...

There's nothing to hide...

from the world...

we're going to say it ...aloud.

Friends must keep meeting...

They must every evening.

We'll do what we want...

no questions asked.

My plight's really bad...

really-really bad.

Rosy...

Rosy...

We hate restrictions.

We won't listen... even if...

anyone gets furious.

Live and let live...

that's what we preach.

My plight's really bad...

really-really bad.

Since I saw... your rosy eyes...

my head's on a high.

Hold me... guys...

because I am out of control.

Rosy...

Rosy...

You are a moron!

Malti... who takes so many offs?

Actually Didi, my brother was sick.

Did you take him to the doctor?

Yes...

When will this geyser get fixed?

I'll call Electrician.

Noon.

Aren't you getting late for office?

Technically, yeah...

What?

I mean... l would be getting

late if I had a job.

Yeah... l got fired.

You know what,

I didn't get fired... l quit.

I don't have a job anymore, dad.

How?

I was wasting my potential in That job?

They give me peanuts for a salary...

and send me to cover

Stupid stories...

I got fried.

Just Like your mom.

Yeah...

If only she was alive today,

she would've been a celebrated novelist.

Her words had that 'power' Noor.

She even had a short-temper like you.

The word 'patience'

Wasn't in her dictionary.

I wish I knew her.

But I don't think you get it, dad.

There's a lot I want to do in life.

Fine...

But there's a time

for everything, dear.

How can people like you

spend their entire lifetime...

in a dead-end government job?

It wasn't a dead-end job.

It had stability.

And I loved spending

time with your mother.

And in case you don't remember,

I raised you single-handedly.

Didn't you ever want to change the world?

I didn't have to.

I've left that for you to do.

Hey, gorgeous.

Hi.

How was Delhi?

Delhi is well... Delhi.

Yup... Delhi is Delhi.

So I was thinking if you're free...

maybe dinner this evening?

Give me a second, yeah...

Aah... tonight looks tricky.

Okay then, never mind.

Maybe another time.

When I'm in town.

Hold.

I've a meeting today which

I can reschedule for tomorrow.

That's great.

Drinks tonight?

Sure.

What are you thinking?

Noor... the flush is broken again.

Use the plunger like you always do.

Dad, Please...

Is this your room or a warzone?

Dad, I am on a call.

Who is it?

Hello, young man.

I'm Noor's father and this is Dimpy.

Say hello, Dimpy.

Hello, sir. Hello, Dimpy.

Yeahmbye, Dad.

Okayokay. I'm leaving.

I am really sorry about that.

Well, looks like you

can use a drink right now.

Yeah... badly.

Mam!

That was quick!

Yeah... cold shower.

Takes just a minute... and Malti

hasn't gotten the geyser fixed.

Malti?

You don't know, Malti? You must meet Malti...

In fact, even I want to meet Malti.

Drink?

Sure.

Cheers to Malti.

To Malti.

So I Googled you.

You Googled me?

Yeah... everyone these

days Google each other.

And you're a war photo-journalist, with bloody CNN.

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