Strangers

When I was young there

were times when..

I would close my eyes, take

a deep breathe and hold it.

Wishing that everything around

me would come to a standstill.

I could never hold my

breath long enough.

You are going to leave me.

Please don't leave me.

You are nothing but a kindness..

..selfish coward and I never

want to see you again.

I see someone sitting there.

Oh really! I am so sorry for

disturbing you. - lts okay.

Cheers!

- Thank you.

I am sorry. Your luggage

was unattended.

So I thought I should

call the authorities.

Bomb!

I am sorry I disappointed

you.. Mr. Rai.

You know my name.

Why? Don't you know my name?

Have we met before?

Are you scared of something?

- Sorry!

I mean even if we had met before..

..then it wouldn't

have been so scary.

Look.. I am not scared.

Will you have some?

- No. Thanks.

Why? Don't you take anything

offered by others?

Don't worry. Nothing

is mixed in this.

I won't run away with your luggage.

So.. how do you know me?

Fear. Because of a fear.

I don't understand.

Its written in the books, when

a person does anything..

..then he is driven by some fear.

You got scared when

you saw my luggage.

Thinking that you are alone

you started sweating.

Let it be. Anyway.

I had checked your name

in the passenger's list.

Do you ever read the

passenger's list?

No.

It's so interesting!

Read it sometimes!

You find out with whom you

are going to journey.

Some woman is travelling

with a man and there is..

..a possibility of something

happening between them.

Some Pakistani has to

travel with an lndian.

How will the next 1 2 hours

be? Etc, etc, etc!

You get an interesting insight.

Try it sometime.

But alas.. you checked the

passenger's list and you..

..found out that you are going

to journey with a boring man.

Quite on the contrary!

Reading your name I realized that..

..this is going to be a journey

of a lifetime, sir.

Well, let's hope so. Let's hope

it's a journey of a lifetime.

And we will have a good journey.

And you have still not

told me your name.

What's there in a name, Mr. Rai?

Shakespeare screamed and died.

But nobody heard him.

By the way you too don't follow

Shakespeare's values.

Otherwise why would you

check the passenger list?

Thou too don't follow Shakespeare.

I will have to agree on that, Mr.

Rai. You win. And I have lost.

Let's do one thing.

Let's play a game.

Get to know your fellow passenger.

It's very simple.

You try to guess about me. And

l.. will guess about you.

Don't worry. I won't do anything

serious.. that will lead..

..to us being thrown

out of the train.

By the way.. I am Rahul.

Stop that music!

So Mr. Rai.. how right have I been?

I don't know. I felt as if l

am some '70s movie's villain.

I have packed your clothes.

You check your papers.

I will check it. Thank you.

Shall I serve your meal?

- Yes!

When will you return?

I will return by 25th.

- Is that so?

Can't you return sooner?

Amit's birthday is on the 23rd.

Yes! Have you organised

some function?

No. But I am performing

the veneration.

You at least call.

- Fine.

Tell me something, Mr. Rai.

What's the difference between

fiction and reality?

Between story and reality?

No idea!

What's my reality?

Rahul.. you are entangling

me in words.

That is not true, Mr. Rai.

At least tell me.. what according

to you is my reality?

According to me what is..

your reality?

You are a.. cartoonist.

People around him either

have long nose..

..or some politicians

have Superman's body.

He mocks everybody.

And no matter how bleak

the situation is, he..

Mr. Rai, seeing you I felt

you are Alfred Hitchcock.

An exceptional story teller.

But I am disappointed in you.

You fabricate good stories.

But your perception..

that is a bit weak.

Maybe because you believe

a lot in romance.

You never close your eyes anymore

when I kiss.. your lips.

There is no tenderness anymore

in your..

You are trying hard

not to show it.

But baby, baby, I know.

You have lost that

love and feeling.

All that love and feeling.

You have lost that

love and feeling.

Now it's gone, gone, gone.

We had a love, a love, a love

you don't find everyday.

If you could only love

me like you did.

I narrated my problems to her.

Smiling she said something,

something..

You are staring at me the way my..

..neighbours used to stare at me.

And now you are going

to be judgmental.

And I am going to get the

character certificate..

..of a bad character.

Have you read this story before?

No. I was thinking why

did you marry Preeti?

Mr. Rai, the thing is that I fell

in love. And this is the truth.

Rahul, there is no truth. Truth

is what we believe in.

Mr. Rai, right now you spite me.

You see my story is so unusual.

And I should have narrated

to you in the usual way.

Let's begin again.

This story is 5-6 years old.

Now its.. - 2006.

Yes! So it occurred in 2000.

And the setup is this.. bookstore.

Can I help you? - No. That's

okay. I am just browsing.

This one comes with the writer's

autograph, by the way.

Really?

- Yeah.

Rahul! Is he famous?

- He is new! First book!

How does he write?

- Okay.

Worth buying, I guess.

Don't you think it's

a bit expensive?

No, no! He writes well. It's nice.

There is no review in the papers.

Must be one of those lndian

writers, you know. Lost in London.

I think you should read it.

- Why?

You will like it.

- What if I don't?

Then I will take you out for

dinner. - That was quick.

What if I like it?

Then you can take me out for dinner.

And I will do one thing..

instead of my autograph..

..I'll scribble down my number.

You can call me when you

are through with it.

From thoughts into the paper.

But this was worst.

I believe there is not much

difference in writing and shitting.

Its one and the same thing.

You know.. what is troubling

you.. you extricate that.

It's the same with writing.

Whatever you have in your

head gets a vent.

Release of pressure.

But.. now I didn't have words.

All this power that I had, l

thought I had as a writer.

It was flushed down the drain.

I was suffering from

mental constipation.

Obviously. I couldn't

do any other work too.

My publisher was angry.

Because I was not doing

the publicity properly.

But then.. suddenly something

started to happen.

Something that was to make

my life.. worst than ever.

I call it the Preeti sighting.

We all are here today..

What a film!

And I want to thank everybody

this morning for coming down.

For your last respect

to my mom and dad.

And they will be happy to know that

all their friends and family..

..have turned down today

to say goodbye.

Dad used to say that he

met mom during floods.

And that there has to

be a reason for it.

Sorry.

Again the day I was born,

it was raining.

There has to be a reason

behind this too.

The reason is to slug as fishes.

Great! Just perfect!

It was their last wish..

There you are in front

of the woman..

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