Noor Page #4

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I was...

But now I sell my stories and photographs

to different agencies and syndicates.

I prefer the freedom.

So what brings you from

that warzone to this one?

Persis, the owner of

the An Gallery is a friend.

She wanted to showcase

some of my work, so... here I am.

Yeah, your work... is beautiful.

And I am very sorry that I said way too much...

No need for the politeness.

Oops...

When I was asked to

exhibit my photographs...

I was like...

This is really serious stuff.

You know, if you try to look...

you'll find a hidden

city inside every city.

And I like exploring these hidden cities.

So you never exhibited

your war photographs?

Exhibiting that kind of pain and suffering...

on an artistic platform...

Doesn't seem right.

I've some really bad memories.

I am done with war.

The lives of people

have no value anymore.

And anyway, what difference do the

photos and stories of a journalist make?

Does anything change?

Nothing.

I lost a... very good friend in Iraq.

We were in Baghdad.

Reporting live.

We saw Saddam's statue fall.

In the middle of Firdaus Square.

I took a bullet for that story.

But my friend... he lost his life.

God, I am sorry.

You've really seen a lot, huh.

Look... journalism has

two schools of thought.

First; Ground work and research.

Second; Right place, right time.

There's just ground work

and research in my life.

Right place,

right time is not my destiny.

Meaning I am a journalist as well.

Really?

Really.

Get out of here.

No.

What kind of stuff?

Can't tell you.

Why?

It's really embarrassing.

Come on, tell me.

Okay.

You know, there's a woman in Bandra...

who wears her motorcycle helmet 24/7.

That's interesting.

Or, there's a man

in Bhiwandi who's sworn...

to walk on his hands for a year.

You know I've so many stories

backed up by so much research...

but, no one cares.

Ayananka Banerjee.

Ex-CNN reporter.'

Strong but sensitive.'

Was I really getting

a second chance.'

Let's have a real drink?

Yeah.

Rum.

Yeah.

Old Rum?

Oh my, God... l love Old Rum.

In fact, my friend Saad

calls me 'Rum-bacchant.'

Nothings changed

without a reason...

There's definitely a reason...

Listen...

I am standing still...

and the path's walking ahead...

There's magic in the air...

Listen...

You're with me...

everything seems new.

Am I dreaming about you...

or is that really

your face in front of my eyes?

That thing which is called love.

It's what I feel for you.

That thing which is called love.

It's what I feel for you.

Drink?

Old Monk and coke please.

Diet coke.

Diet coke!

You know... whenever there's

a new guy in the scene...

you shift to diet coke.

So... where is this

Imaginary boyfriend?

We were supposed to meet

for coffee... but he ditched.

Which is why I've to sit on

this stool and watch your ugly face?

Okay... next time when he calls, please

don't follow him like a puppy dog.

Try to be unavailable.

Did I ask for your advice? No, right?

If you had,

you would've been on a date instead.

You never want me to settle down.

Hello soapqueen.

First go for coffee with him,

then we can talk about settling down.

Whenever I star-t dating a new guy...

you really can't take it.

Date? That Ayaan?

That Pseudo.

Does he even know you're dating him?

Act like an adult.

What... what. ..

What if I...

I will... kill you...

Okay...

Why does it feel like...

you're flying in the air.

There's love in

the air all around...

I can feel that.

Since you arrived...

you made my hear-t beat again.

He found me on Facebook.

Show me.

He's 40.

And... the salt and pepper looks

really good on him.

I think he sent a text.

Show me.

God. I am fat, and I hate my life.

Say it. I am thin. I love my life.

I am thin. I love my life.

Okay.

Like it's going to make a difference.

See, it works.

That thing which is called love.

It's what I feel for you.

That thing which is called love.

It's what I feel for you.

The ambiance feels

close to my hear-t...

what seemed like a stranger to me.

This journey's taking me ahead...

and there's no to turning back.

All my desires...

and these wishes.

You heard them...

like God answers a prayer.

That thing which is called love.

It's what I feel for you.

That thing which is called love.

It's what I feel for you.

That thing which is called love.

It's what I feel for you.

What are you doing with your life?

How's your new job?

So full of sh*t.

You want to do serious journalism,

don't you?

Start With this.

There's a Dr. Dilip Shinde.

He's star-ted a new scheme

for the under-privileged.

He'll treat the poor for free.

Whether its cancer

or open-head surgery.

He's going to do... what

the government is not doing.

This Dr. Shinde works

for the Kapadia Trust - So?

So Kapadia Trust means the

Trust owned by your wife's family...

Is this even ethical?

That's irrelevant.

One... Shinde's doing

a good thing for the poor.

Two... this is a very good story...

which is about the real problems

of the real people of this city.

Do you want to do it?

Dr. Shinde, Hi! Noor Roy Chaudhary.

Hello.

Shall we do the interview here?

Here is fine.

So Can I call my camera crew? please.

So Dr. Shinde, what was your

motive behind initiating this scheme?

To continue our efforts

to help the poor.

And support such schemes.

Here in the clinic, we don't just

give regular treatments, in fact...

Here in the clinic, we don't just

give regular treatments, in fact...

For example, kidney stone.

Didi...

Where are you going, Malti?

I have To take my brother for a checkup.

Please clean the room first.

Malti.

Yeah.

You fixed the geyser, thank you.

Yes, Didi.

Wow! Hot water!

What would I have

done without you, Malti?

Here in the clinic, we don't just

do regular treatments, in fact...

For example, kidney stone.

In fact, we even treat cataract.

Do you believe this

scheme will be a success?

Mam?

Mam, What...

You're crying?

What happened?

He's a very bad man.

What?

He's a bad man.

Dr. Shinde?

What doctor? He's a butcher.

What are you saying?

Tell me properly.

This man... promised

to give my brother a job.

But...

Malti... tell me properly.

I'm here... tell me.

He promised to give

my brother a job...

but he stole his kidney instead.

What?

I am really worried.

I don't know what's going to happen.

Where is Vilas now?

At home.

Come on, take me to him.

Get up... come on.

You're coming.

Yes... come on.

Come on.

Z...you're not going to believe this.

I got my story.

It's a really big

organ-harvesting scam.

I am going to expose it.

Careful, Noor.

Yes, Z... l wasn't born yesterday.

Anyway, I've got to go now,

I am driving.

I'll talk to you later.

What are you going to do?

I want To help you.

Don't worry.

Vilas.

Vilas. Didi here to see you.

Do you want the pot?

No...

Down... down...

you have...

Vilas. Tell me how this happened?

He...

Let him rest.

No, he's speaking Malti.

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