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How dare you take my Maruti?

It was a mistake.

I only drove it 20 times since 1989.

I was going to call the police..

..if Pinky hadn't told me.

Sorry, papa.

Useless. - Sorry, papa.

Where did he go?

Useless. Stop.

Shakaal and Suzy?

So this cat and Mouse game is still on.

You know... he failed this year too.

Hey...keep your guitar.

What?

No respect.

And anyway, Suzy cleared The 10th board in two attempts.

So big deal.

Not two, it was three.

You were in London, you don't know. - What?

I doubt Shakaal's dreams..

..of making him a Doctor will ever come true.

Jesus, these guys.

By the way, what about Your dreams of going to MIT?

The engineering results were good.

Just waiting for the scholarship. - Alright.

Until then I am Giving computer tuitions..

..and lending mother A hand in her side-business.

Business?

She ran a nursery school.

What this now?

Mom's started a New side-business of flowers.

Extra-income to send me to the US.

M...man.

You know what..

It's M's dream to send you to US, not yours.

I know.

So how's the girlfriend?

Fighting fit, how else?

Come on.

Are you sure?

Won't you go to your home first?

This is my home, boy.

Hold on to my guitar.

Asta-la-vista, baby.

Boo.

Sam!

Is this the way?

Why?

Even Romeo came through the window..

..to meet his Juliet.

No one ever stopped him.

I missed you so Much my Monica darling.

Come here.

Missed you too.

Your romance, I tell you..

Son...get out.

Can't you see... We adults are a bit busy?

Look at your son.

You're the son... I am her boyfriend.

I am really famished, Can I get something please?

If you flirt so hard, you'll get something special.

Close your eyes. - Okay, okay.

Close it, no cheating.

No cheating. No cheating.

Open your mouth.

Yummy? - Chocolate cake?

Your favorite.

Monica my darling, marry me.

I super like you. - Wow!

I love this place.

Our 'Hawa Mahal' (Palace in Air).

I miss it.

So...why did you come last year?

You're coming after two years, you idiot.

Romance in Rome, Siddharth boy.

Didn't I write to you that..

..I went to Rome with an Opera singer?

Yes...with..

Some Isabella, right? - Yes.

Okay.

I could never make out whether she sang or screamed.

You're crazy.

She made be bleed from my ears.

What happened finally? - What else?

With the summer, the romance passed too.

Idiot.

You're a big idiot.

First decide whether I am a idiot or a fool.

Fine.

Idiot fool, so tell me.

What's the scene with the guitar?

It's all about the guitar, silly boy. - I see.

You know what...I am thinking..

..of making a rock album this year.

Rock album.

You write the songs, I'll compose them.

It's going to be fun.

Wait, wait, wait.

I'll write the songs?

Sam, I can write my engineering exam paper.

Songs..

What?

Mr. Siddharth Ray.

You don't know, but there's an amazing artist..

..hidden inside you.

Sam knew everything about me.

My dreams to become a writer.

My helplessness for studying engineering.

After all, we were best friends since we were five.

Finally.. Home Sweet Home!

What have you been singing all the way?

It's a Vintage Album of The Doors.

Doors!

That reminds me I've got something for you in here.

Here you go. - Thanks, buddy.

Doors. - Yup.

And who's that on the cover?

Come on, Sid.

I am from the local government school.

Not Sanavar and Cambridge like you.

Idiot, this is Jim Morrison.

Lizard king God of Rock.

Writing songs, composing..

This guy was sheer genius. - I see.

And you know what?

He was a poet...just like you.

Bahadur.

I guess everyone forgot you're coming back today.

No, no, no, relax boy.

I did call mama.

And she must be waiting for me like always.

And who knows... there might just be..

..a surprise party inside.

Bahadur.

Sam sir. - Hi, Bahadur.

Good morning, Sam sir.

I mean goodnight..

No one's at home?

Sir's on a business trip to Delhi.

And madam's at the club. - Club?

Yes, Sam sir.

Okay, take my luggage inside. - Okay.

And Sid, you leave too.

But you did call aunt, didn't you?

Mama's a busy person.

And maybe I gave her the wrong date.

You know how I am. - Okay.

Now go.

Goodnight. - Bye.

Sam had everything.

After all, he was royalty.

Aunt was the princess of Himachal..

..and uncle was Shimla's Viceroy's grandson.

But although he had everything..

..there was one thing lacking in his life.

And that was a 'Dad'.

When he was a kid, his dad..

..left his family and eloped with a foreigner.

And this affected aunt the most.

Bahadur.

Who is there?

Mama, it's me. - Sam.

Sam. You've come back.

I am so happy.

So happy.

When did you return?

I called to inform that I am coming on the 18th..

..but maybe you forgot.

Oh yes, I am sorry I forgot.

I am so sorry.

Oops.

So sorry.

Let's go inside. - Yes.

How are you? - I am okay.

It's been so long.

How's London? - London's great.

You know I got straight A's in all my subjects.

I topped my class too.

Oh...I made it to the rowing team as well.

And I am the secretary..

..of the Shakespeare Society in College.

You know.. - Did dad come to see you?

Yes.

Like every year, at the end of my semester..

..with that...Catherine.

You know they have a child now, right?

Anyway.

You know, this year..

..I took extra piano and guitar lessons.

I was thinking I will have our own band.

Rock album with a proper band name and everything.

I was thinking of calling it Rock Raga.

What do you think?

Mama! - Yes.

Yeah!

This is for super boys.

Super cool, Bobby.

This is for M R Mathur.

And this one's for Sharmila..

..who never gives and never will.

Bloody..

And this for the principal from me and Sam.

Ladies specialist.

Throw it, Suzy.

He saw you.

Sushil Sharma, I won't let you get away with this.

Save me. I am dead.

Sam, my friend, each time you're here..

..Kasauli turns lush.

All comes for a price, my man.

I see. How much?

Hey, showoff. Let it.

Take your hands out of your pocket.

Here you go, Sam.

They are fresh. - Now you're talking.

I am going to beat him up. - Why?

Did you ever pay for anything?

Freeloader.

I am not a confectioner like you.

You're talking to Patiala royalty, get that?

What royalty?

Up my back?

You'll know once I give you a black-eye.

Your father's a PWD Contractor.

Sam here...is real royalty.

His ancestors ruled Shimla for ages.

T man, as usual the fritters..

..from your Punjab Sweets are world class.

Legend. - Legend. - Cheers!

Siddhu, you can write down my dream.

You won't forget.

Someday I want the world to taste my fritters.

It suits you perfectly.

Serving fritters as a waiter.

Return the fritters. - Get lost.

Guys, guys, guys.

I just thought of a nice tune. Wait.

What tune?

Glory to Goddess?

"Glory to Goddess!"

"Ha-ha-ha" shut up.

Very funny.

When I launch my rock album..

..none of you will be invited.

Only Sid will be invited.

Why?

What do you want from me?

The 'Yaari poem' (Friendship poem).

Sam, that's just boring poetry.

It's useless to you.

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