Pure Punjabi Page #3

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Once upon a time in Jalandhar...

Love, sex and deceit.

Come on, boys.

Let us go and...

- Propose.

Fill your heart with

love and spread your arms.

Dear, here l am, in front of you,

say something with your eyes.

Fill your heart with

love and spread your arms.

Dear, here l am, in front of you,

say something with your eyes.

Beautiful, we hold a beautiful

rose in our beautiful hands, and...

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

Your eye deceit us.

Each style of yours is liked by us.

We worship the path you take.

Whether you stand,

walk or turn at the corner.

We like every pose

of yours, beautiful.

We...

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

We propose to you.

Pushpa, why can't l see anything?

Relations, love,

faithfulness are meaningless.

Why should we bother about them?

lt is all a lie.

Sir is here.

l had said a few things to

you on the very first day.

That Satyawadi can see

better than an owl...

...and can smell better than a fox.

l can still smell alcohol on you.

Honestly, sir.

l have a lot of fun last night.

Friends gave me to drink.

l couldn't come back.

l really enjoyed it, sir. A lot.

Wow. That is great.

You enjoyed.

Very good. Very good.

And son, where were you?

l am asking you, Krishan.

Where were you?

Sir, l, too, enjoyed a lot with him.

No, sir. He is trying to save me.

He doesn't drink, sir.

A senior citizen hadean road accident.

He was with him in the hospital,

all night long, sir.

Okay.

He is lying.

He is lying to Satyawadi.

l suspends you for seven days.

Pay a fine of Rs. 700 for non

presence on the seventh day.

Or else, l can even expel you.

Waive off his fine, sir.

- Come here.

Give me Rs. 700.

Hurry up.

Son, l am not expelling you

because you told the truth.

But as you drank alcohol,

you will pay his fine.

Kids, at our principal's behest...

...Master Salim is being

a guest lecturer for you.

Do you know who is coming with him?

Music director of this generation.

Mr. Gulmohar.

He will share his life

experiences with you.

So, come on, let us welcome,

Master Salim.

How are you, Students?

Fine.

Mr. Salim, l am a big fan of yours.

l'm a table fan of yours.

Sir, we want to

progress in rock music.

Tell us, what should we do for it.

First of all, you need to have

knowledge about classical music.

All the music in the world.

All the music made in the world

has its base in classical.

Mr. Salim, how do you sing

so well and melodiously?

l just sing. You know

better if it is melodious.

My father Ustaad Puran Shah Koti...

...always say that Ustaad

Bade Gulam Ali Shah has said...

...that you need to be

strong to sing in tune.

Mr. Salim, l want to make a request.

Your song, 'Mera Pir

Jane Meri Peer'...

...is my favorite song.

Will you sing that for us, please?

Sure, Mr. Singh.

Whatever you say.

l will surely sing it.

How do l make you read

what hides in my eyes?

How do l show you what

is write on my heart?

How do l make you read

what hides in my eyes?

How do l show you what

is write on my heart?

What thoughts occupy

my mind these days.

l often question my heart.

What makes me love her?

What make me follow her?

l cannot find the cause.

Only my Lord knows how l feel.

She is unaware.

Sir, autograph.

- Thanks.

Ok, bye God bless you.

Whose is it?

l mean the phone ring.

lt is my father's call.

l will go and answer it.

You always think the opposite.

- What wrong did l think?

That is how their brains work.

- Come on, hurry up.

Come on.

Go.

- Come on, let us go.

Let us go. Let him sit here.

Hello, Vijay.

How are your studies going on?

ls everything alright?

Yes, father. Everything is cool here.

l am making

arrangements for your fees.

l will send it soon.

You should hurry up, father.

Actually, son, your

mother was a little unwell.

That is why it got delayed.

Mother? What happened to her?

How did she fall sick?

Make me talk to her.

Sure.

Savita. Get up.

Be careful. Be careful. Be careful.

Don't worry, son.

My stupid age is such.

l keep getting fever off and on.

Mother, you shouldn't worry much.

You know how much l worry about you.

Son, stop worrying about me.

Concentrate on your studies.

Okay?

Take care.

Okay, mother. Bye.

What happened, artist cum doctor?

l think he is worried

about tomorrow's exam.

Keep a watch outside.

Father always take

a round at this hour.

Okay. Okay.

l can't see anyone outside.

l got the question paper.

This time l will also get

rid of father complain...

...that l don't get good marks.

Hurry up. - Father says

l should be a judge.

Boy has been to

prison a number of times.

Son, for what crimes

are you punishing me?

lf anyone in college finds

out that Satyawadi's son...

...is not just

good-for-nothing but also a thief...

Oh, God.

Hello.

How are your studies going on?

Yes. Yes.

My studies are going on just fine.

Tomorrow is my first exam.

Son, there is electricity

only for four hours here.

Good that you went

to the city to study.

Son, when you return as a doctor...

...l will get a generator installed.

And then l do farming heart's content.

Yes, father.

l will make sure

that such a day comes. Don't worry.

You don't look good worrying.

Son, when you will

come home as a doctor...

...my worry lines will turn

into the lines of good fortune.

And people will say, Thayal Singh

is the father of a doctor.

Yes, son.

You should

concentrate on your studies.

Your mother is saying don't just

concentrate on your studies...

...pay attention

towards your health as well.

After all only are our only son.

She is worried about you.

Bye, son.

Bless you. Enjoy.

See you, son.

Param.

What happened, buddy?

Who was on the line?

You are crying?

Param? What happened?

Chill, man.

l hope everything is

fine at your place.

Everything is fine at home.

But what l am doing with

my family is not right.

l could hear

helplessness in my father's voice.

l couldn't tolerate it.

We have a small piece of land.

And to top that there is

shortage of electricity and water.

Still, l don't how he is paying

for my education through a loan.

And l am lying to him.

Param, you cry at the drop of a hat.

Be a little strong.

Param, the day our dream,

our Pure Punjabi Band...

...will rule the world, all

our dreams will come true.

And dude, then our

parents will feel proud of us.

Come here. ldiot.

Listen to me, stupid.

We are Pure Punjabis.

And we know how to reach our

destination through hard work.

Got it?

Come on, come here.

Oh, God.

You are under your mother's oath.

Please let me fair well in the exams.

Oh, Goddess.

Please let me fair well in the exams.

l will fast for seven Mondays.

All those students who

haven't paid their fees...

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