Purani Jeans Page #4

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A love song.

I was just scribbling something. - I like that.

So tell me...what's the best way to impress girls?

You're asking me.

You're the champ.

You know the Kasauli way.

It's different?

So...what's the magic?

But who's the girl? - Jesus.

Have you fallen for a girl, Sam?

Sam doesn't fall for girls..

..girls fall for Sam. - I know, I know.

We need to rehearse this song.

Let's go to the sets. - Let me take my bag.

Take it.

Good job, guys.

And good job, Bob.

You're a born drummer.

And Siddi boy, good work with the piano.

Your skills finally came to use. - Thanks.

Stop, bro.

Have mercy on Elvis' instruments.

And, guys, at the carnival..

..all girls will go crazy for our band.

Mine's already impressed.

Just watch, at the carnival all girls will go..

Chill. Chill. Chill.

At the carnival, drinks on me.

Thank you, Sam. - It's going to be a party.

Let's meet tomorrow.

Don't touch the drum-set, get it.

Run..

Why you..

Blondie! Blondie! Blondie!

Gulabo...how do you do, madam.

Blondie! Blondie!

That foreigner.

She's a Canada Exchange student.

Have you seen your faces?

She won't give you a second look.

Just wait and watch, stupid.

One day I'll make her your sister-in-law.

Stupid? You called me stupid.

Come on, come on, come on.

Cheers. Cheers. Cheers.

Nice. Nice, nice, nice.

One day I am going to treat everyone to whiskey on the rocks.

Honestly.

Thanks.

He's drunk from the whiff.

Don't give him too much..

..or he won't get on stage. - Stage?

Of course.

Did you forget what I taught you? - No, man.

We remember everything.

Let's go for it. - Come on.

Alpha Beta Gama Theta.

Only the beautiful triumphs.

Who's going to make some noise?

Kasauli Cowboys!

"My heart doesn't listen to me."

"Doesn't stay with me."

"My heart doesn't listen to me."

"Doesn't stay with me."

"All it wants is to be with you."

"Talks only about you."

"Are you.."

"Are you the one."

"My heart doesn't listen to me."

"My heart.."

"It just learnt a new talent from you."

"Meets everyone with a smile."

"It fights against the world without a care."

"And bluntly says to me that I am right there."

"It's happened after I met you."

"Because you've touched my heart."

"Are you.."

"Are you the one."

"Are you.."

"Are you the one."

"My heart doesn't listen to me."

"My heart.."

"My heart doesn't listen to me."

"My heart.."

And then suddenly love was in the air.

All the Cowboys were in love.

Aisha and Bobby.

Tino Roxy and Suzy.

Naintara and me.

We were all in love.

Guess who?

Naintara.

That's not fair.

So this is your secret place.

Do you come here every day..

..and write alone? - Yes.

Just like that.

I try.

By the way, look.

Telescope.

How's the experience looking through this?

You can see a glimpse of heaven. - What?

Nothing.

Hello beautiful one. - Sam. Hi.

Hey, how did you get here? - Right now.

From down there.

Come on, guys, we've to get to the shed.

Everyone's waiting there. - Yes.

Do we have to go? It's so beautiful here.

What? You know what?

If you don't come... I'll jump to my death.

What? Oh my God, Sam!

Relax.

That's an old trick. Look below.

Siddi, my boy. Get out.

Showoff!

You know what, Sam, you're crazy.

Anyone can go crazy for you, beautiful nun.

Not funny, okay.

Come here, give me a hand.

Come on.

That's my girl.

I was so lost in my world of love..

..that I completely overlooked..

..Sam was in love with her too.

Excuse me, sir.

We're now ready to board. - Thank you.

Back after a long time, sir.

Few years more and you've completed your exile.

Welcome to India. - Thank you.

Next please.

I still remember.

Things began to change that summer with Sam's birthday.

Happy birthday dear Sam!

Happy birthday to you!

But my birthday was two day ago, dodos.

The day you gift someone, is his birthday.

Surprise.

Alright. Not bad.

Nice.

Look at the tires.

Mama's secretary can't even spell my name correctly.

Great.

Sam, you know aunt's busy.

At least she sent a gift.

Aren't you going to take a test ride?

By the way, Sam.

I got you passes..

..for Punjabi Rock from Chandigarh.

Alright.

That's my boy.

What?

Give me the concert tickets.

Into the cars, boys.

"Free your destiny."

"Speak your mind freely."

"All the girls in the world."

"Will live on our conditions."

"The world will be at our feet."

"Scream and say."

"Out of control boys." "Boys out of control."

"Out of control boys." "Boys out of control."

"Out of control boys." "Boys out of control."

"Out of control boys." "Boys out of control."

"Having fun is what we're used to."

"We would want to drive a Ferrari."

"Having fun is what we're used to."

"We would want to drive a Ferrari."

"I know the world's not too sweet."

"But I am completely prepared."

"We don't give or take tension."

"We just beat the drums of fun."

"Out of control boys." "Boys out of control."

"Out of control boys." "Boys out of control."

"Out of control boys." "Boys out of control."

"Out of control boys." "Boys out of control."

"Free your destiny."

"Speak your mind freely."

"All the girls in the world."

"Will live on our conditions."

"The world will be at our feet."

"Scream and say."

"Out of control boys." "Boys out of control."

"Out of control boys." "Boys out of control."

"Out of control boys." "Boys out of control."

"Out of control boys." "Boys out of control."

The kings of Kasauli.

Now that's what you call an amazing concert.

Everyone's totally wasted.

Rocking booze.

Rocking friends.

And rocking party.

You know what.

One day I'll rock that auditorium with my songs.

Hey...are you crazy?

Listen.

They will clobber you if you sing the friendship song there.

I'll sing the most incredible rocking songs.

Just start writing.

Don't include me in your grand plans.

I'll be on my way to the US.

You want me to stop studying for this.

What are you doing?

I'll write it myself, and better than your poems.

Good. Very good.

Write.

My first song would be..

"Our friendship was like old jeans."

"But your friendship.."

"But your friendship.."

"Yanked the string out of my pants."

A new poet has come.

Hey beautiful nun.

Sam. You here?

I haven't seen you for a while.

Missed me?

Anyway, what did you wish for?

Someone told me that..

..if I light a candle here I'll be blessed with true love.

So I just..

Really? - Yes.

Well, if that's true then..

..I should light a candle too, right?

I never imagined you're the 'church type'.

That's an insult to Saint Samuel.

I come here once a year to say thank you.

Oh...how could I forget?

Happy Birthday. - Thank you.

By the way, what did you wish for?

Oh my God, Sam.

Why did you do that?

Relax, it's okay.

It's absolutely okay.

I did sterilize the blade before I did this.

Anyway, the party starts at 8.

And if you come..

..my birthday will be all the more special.

Oh, God! Jesus.

My sugar-syrup!

Look what I stole from papa's room.

Condom.

You pack bullets with your gun.

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