Roy Page #5

Actually,

it's called a 'Writer's block'.

That thing you're saying,

doesn't happen with me.

It happens with everyone.

Okay..so now you're generalizing it.

No, I'm not but.

Remember, when you were just a kid.

All you kids together

went for a treasure hunt.

And the boy that

won the treasure hunt..

"Got a toy-gun as a reward.

You didn't talk

to anyone for a week.

You were adamant that

you wanted that gun.

You didn't admit it back then"

...nor will you admit it now,

that you were heart-broken.

I think that was

a kid's obstinacy, but.

Not bad, dad..you remember.

I am your father, my son.

Cheer up.

So this time..you're

really head-broken.

So are we're celebrating that?

Look, you didn't

complete your studies.

Consider this as your graduation.

And as they say all that

is not in need is a broken hean.

Your graduation gift.

Oh..gift.

A watch..which I don't wear.

Wear it..

You'll know the value of time.

It's really sweet of you,

dad, but really.. no thanks.

Fine, I'll keep it.

80..

...how is she?

Who?

Come on,

you know who I am talking about.

Ayesha.

She's crazy, just like me.

Unique.

That was probably the most

beautiful evening of my life.

Everything was perfect.

But everything changed with dawn.

He was in front of me,

but I was alone.

All I remember is

that I was scared of him.

Hello.

Mr. lrani, I am with Kabir.

At Ahuja Towers.

I'll be at the office in 30 minutes.

Yeah..I'll see you.

Okay, bye.

You didn't have to do this, Kabir.

You're wrong.

At least I won't have

to tolerate that lrani anymore.

You know I am proud of you.

Finally..

Finally..really?

That's really sweet of you.

I always thought..you

will never be able..

...to stand up to the

real struggle in life.

It's really good to know..

...that you have such

high thoughts about me.

That's done.

And better leave

before I star-t to cry.

I have lots to do.

Bye.

I love it.

Try to fix those together. - Okay.

Very nice.

Yes just skip.

Didn't you see the

"Do Not Disturb" signboard?

Open the door, Kabir. - Wait.

Eastern Oriental International

Film Festival Jury.

You want to go?

They invite me every year,

but I never go.

Why now?

Have a look. Just have a look.

Hey bono.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

the next section is..

The award for the best

foreign language film goes to..

Ayesha Amir, Malacca Diaries.

WOW!

Thank you.

Congratulations.

WOW!

Someone once said to me that

sometimes a place gives you a story.

Thank you, Malaysia for

being that beautiful place.

That beautiful story,

that became my Malacca Diaries.

And you've made me the

happiest person alive today.

And for that I'm forever grateful.

Thank you so much.

Did you get this award because

your ex-boyfriend is on the jury?

Do you think you won this

award because of Kabir Grewal?

'There were all kinds

of faces and mask around me.'

'Young, old, male, female.

And everyone was happy.

I wonder what they were happy about.

Or what grief were they hiding.

Happiness is very

addictive like alcohol.

I was feeling happy too..

...that maybe a new chapter

of my life was about to begin.

Kabir.

Hi.

I thought you won't come.

Maybe that would've been right.

Ayesha.. - Wait.

I had many questions about you.

And not a single answer.

But when I thought about

those questions, I realized..

...that no matter what you

say..it's going to be wrong. .

I knew one Kabir Grewal..

...and there's another one,

whom I don't want to know.

Who are you?

Are you Kabir or Roy?

Do you know that?

You plundered my life

and made your story.

You stole it from me, just like Roy.

We're very different people, Kabir.

I wanted a simple story.

But time made me realize..

...that we were both living in two

different stories at the same time.

Let's forget..what

happened between us.

There's no point in taking

that story any further.

If you know everything, then..

...why did you come here?

To tell you to stay

away from my life.

There's no place for you in it.

"Are you a stranger..or a kin?"

"What do I say..or not say."

"Are you a stranger..or a kin?"

"What do I say..or not say."

"The gestures are silent..and

I am at loss of words."

"I feel lost,

and my arms are lonely."

"Beloved.. O Beloved."

"You still dwell in this separation,

beloved."

"Beloved.. O Beloved."

"You still dwell in this separation,

beloved."

"Even though we're apartbut

you're still with me."

"Somethings definitely

attached to me."

"Even though I am shattered..

I still didn't break apart."

"You still exist

somewhere in my life."

"The gestures are silent..and

I am at loss of words."

"I feel lost,

and my arms are lonely."

"Beloved.. O Beloved."

"You still dwell in this separation,

beloved."

"Beloved.. O Beloved."

"You still dwell in this separation,

beloved."

"Every moment..l feel the desire.."

"..which was never satiated."

"Life is still going on.."

"But this isn't life."

"The gestures are silent..and

I am at loss of words."

"I feel lost,

and my arms are lonely."

"Beloved.. O Beloved."

"You still dwell in this separation,

beloved."

"Beloved.. O Beloved."

"You still dwell in this separation,

beloved."

You also come.

But be careful..

Roy Wadia is still here.

Hi.

Sit.

How are you?

0K8'!-

What's wrong, Roy?

Roy!

Where are you lost?

I never cared about what

the society deemed right or wrong.

Only listened to myself..

...and followed my own rule book.

I am a thief..and this is my job.

I star-ted working with you..

"Because,

I wanted to run away from my life.

I wanted to leave everything behind.

I had many questions in my mind..

...and this seemed

to be the right answer.

And you gave me a new name,

new identity.

...and a chance to

get away from myself.

But in the past few days.

"After spending

some time with myself..

...in the middle of the sea, I was

haunted by the same questions again.

And I realized that..questions

remain the same.

...only the answers change.

Hi, Doc.

What?

Yeah, I am coming.

Hi, Meera.

I'm okay.

I've said my goodbyes, Meera.

Now let's complete the movie.

Vikram, his name's Abra Rizvi.

And he's the same person..

...who's connected

to many painting thefts.

Whoever has done the robbery..

...he is the one who has bought it.

And I know..he's now in Malaysia.

0K8'!-

Take the Malaysia police'

help and find him.

If we find him,

we'll find our thief.

Got it?

3 pm?

That sounds good.

Yeah.

I'll be there.

That sounds perfect, Mr. Garcia.

I know the place.

You are here?

I want those paintings back.

What do you mean?

I'll pay you whatever that

art collector's paying you.

Come, sit. - No, I am fine.

Roy.

Sit.

You never speak without a reason.

So I won't ask why you

want those paintings back.

The fact is..that art

collector's already paid me.

I've been in this

business for 40 years.

If I've given my word,

I have to stick to it.

Listen.

My job is to deliver

those paintings.

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