Rockstar Page #3

for the wedding.

He comes shopping for the wedding...

of course he'll come

for the wedding.

Hey!

Wear this for your husband.

His tongue will touch the floor!

Let me see...

move your hand.

Nice.

A little lower, show a little more.

Lower it some more,

what's the matter?

Fine?

- Firecracker!

His body will catch fire.

His 'Wild Youth' will arise.

Listen... I can't make it right now.

But Khatana bhai has kept the

Platinum Music guys waiting...

in his canteen.

Tell Khatana bhai that

you couldn't find me.

What?

- And listen...

don't come looking for

me for the next few days.

I'm going away for a while

and I've made excuses at home.

Where are you going?

Kashmir.

- Kashmir?

Thank God!

I was getting so bored here.

There's nothing to do

at your own wedding.

Come on.

Let it be, he'll take it.

Come...

Everything is set.

Come on.

Not right now, I'm the bride!

Sunrise?

Done!

Think you can make it?

Who has the guts to dare stop me?

Nobody here knows the real you.

Only you know it!

Don't tell anyone.

Okay!

- Okay.

Keep dancing around,

keep skipping around

I keep roaming around

I cross limits

gust of breeze, I plunder myself

I plunder myself

gust of breeze, I plunder myself

Hold this.

Come on JJ.

Hi.

- Hi.

Welcome...

Hi.

- Hi.

Guys, remember him?

He's also here?

He's Jordan.

- Jordan?

Great combination, isn't it?

Short and cool at the same time?

Hi Jordan...

Aman.

Jordan.

Hi, I'm Mahi.

Jordan.

Jordan.

This face like the bright moon

This golden hew of hair

These eyes like the blue lake

There is a deep mystery in them

What praise should I give to

He who has created you?

What praise should I give to

He who has created you?

Hi.

Put this up.

That side too.

Okay.

Jordan...

can you hug me?

Now?

Are you in a hurry?

No.

Give me a proper hug...

tightly.

Is this okay?

Okay.

I should leave.

They're probably looking for me.

Very nice.

What?

What?

Why are you getting so sentimental?

I'm getting married.

If it's bothering you so much,

don't get married.

And then?

The back door is open...

run away.

Come.

Tell me something...

- Don't ask me anything...

or else I'll tell the truth.

So say it, what's stopping you?

Yes.

Yes, what?

How do I look?

The college guys were right.

You look hot.

The bride matches the

standard of the wedding, right?

Do you know...

the guests at the wedding...

fantasize about the bride at night.

Will you also fantasize about me?

Listen...

you haven't fallen in love

with me or anything, right?

When are you coming to visit me?

Prague?

I've never even been to Nepal.

But you'll have to come to Prague.

Okay, done.

So...

I'll go first. Then, you come later.

Together we'll do a lot of

cheap things in Prague, okay?

Is this plan okay?

Or should we run away now?

I've taken flight again

I've let go of the world below

And I submit myself to you, O wind

Now people are far away

Miles away are these valleys

Slowly each cloud

comes to touch my body

But no cloud is able to drench me

Never stopped at any place

Never even met myself

I may complain but upset I'm not

Cities and villages appear the same

People and their

names all seem the same

I've taken flight again

Dreams, like dust,

reappear in my eyes

No matter how much

I brush them away

So many dreams

I have broken and left behind

Yet why do they return and

take me away on their wings

Over branches and leaves

By my side they travel door to door

Sometimes desert, sometimes rain

Like a demon,

I die a thousand times

Over branches and leaves

Sometimes day is night,

sometimes day is day

What is real, what is illusion

Almighty

- Almighty

Here and there and scattered,

who knows

Maybe the breeze will

take me in your direction

Your thoughts pull me

Towards you

I keep flying about in

these colourful illusions

Keep flying...

I keep flying about in

these colourful illusions

Keep flying...

Tell me...

has the media stooped so low that

just about anything makes the news?

You pick any loser

and make him a star?

Who is this Jordan?

What's his claim to fame?

Sir, he is an artiste

with your Platinum Music.

He is not an artiste

of Platinum Music.

He sang some songs

in the 'Sheher' album.

And you guys are

trying to make him a star.

Trust me...

I'm not his fan.

It's just my job...

But it's not my job to

sing his false praises.

Take it off!

The packaging for

the episode is ready.

So get your hands on anything you

can about him and put it together.

He doesn't live here anymore.

It's been two years...

But can I at least

talk to his family?

He has no family here.

Please don't call again.

I can't do it, Mohit.

Sheena get real.

We need four such interviews

every month for the Rising Star.

Let go of your ego.

Be shameless and get

the material ready.

No, actually he is not

in touch with any of us.

After college what happened

to him... no one really knows.

Any other lead? Any one

special from those days?

Please think...

Jordan always had a

keen interest in music.

And I often tried to

encourage the musician in him.

He was a fountain of talent.

Apart from being very talented,

he was also a good human being.

The kids want to know when

this interview will go on air.

It won't come on TV.

Why not?

Because I don't have any

material on this Jordan.

But I just said so much.

But all lies?

Correct?

Why?

My questions are simple.

You knew Jordan well, right?

So, why don't you

just tell me the truth?

You are getting very angry.

No, I really want to know.

Now the camera isn't rolling,

so tell me.

Who is this Jordan, after all?

You know...

there are these people...

who are always lost.

You understand, right?

I don't understand at all.

For example, Platinum Music, okay?

There was a time when

he would've given his life...

...even to talk to the clerks there.

That was his craze.

Then one day I told him...

Hey...

Prince of music!

Where have you been?

I was...

The Platinum Music

guys were looking for you.

Dilip Menon, remember him?

I'll call you, Khatana bhai.

I'll see you tomorrow.

What's got into you?

Don't you want to be Jim Morrison?

I'll be him, Khatana bhai.

I'll be him tomorrow.

Two weeks later the Platinum Music

agents came here looking for him.

I offered them four

samosas and made them wait.

I even sent someone to his place...

Tell Khatana bhai that you couldn't

find me. - What? - And listen...

don't come here looking for me.

I'm going away for a while

and I've made excuses at home.

Where are you going?

Kashmir.

Why Kashmir?

I don't know.

But when he returned he was caught.

His brothers yelled at him...

mother cried her eyes out,

you know, full social drama.

I told you a million times...

We sweat it out like dogs...

while he plays the guitar!

Just a minute... Gurmeet!

Who is Heer?

What's your scene with her?

- Nothing.

You're lying. Another lie.

Get his guitar...

where's the bloody guitar?

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