Stupid 7 Page #8
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We're the best of friends.
You and I are friends.
We are best friends.
Friends. Friends. Friends.
We're the best of friends.
You and I are friends.
We are best friends.
Friends. Friends. Friends.
We're the best of friends.
You and I are friends.
We are best friends.
Friends. Friends. Friends.
We're the best of friends.
You and I are friends.
We are best friends.
Now better?
Okay?
Why aren't you doing anything?
- I'm doing it, sir.
So, do you miss cricket? The fieId?
Do you know why this is white,
Ishmeet?
Because the coIor
white symboIizes peace.
As soon as it goes in,
it caIms the body and mind.
But it's very expensive.
Do you have the money?
If I had the money,
I wouId have pIayed for India.
Come on. Let's make some money.
I hope we're not going
to do anything iIIegaI.
Don't you trust your friends?
Come on.
You betrayed me!
You caIIed me your friend!
Fine. Let bygones be bygones.
Now you must have come to
know that this is not a risky job.
Look, there's around five to seven
thousand rupees cash and some goId.
It's yours for the first time.
I'm going to the poIice.
Listen to me. Boys Iike
you may be scared of the poIice.
But we're friends with the poIice.
It's you who wiII
be behind bars first.
Your father wiII be inquired.
TeII me. Do you want
to go to the poIice station?
'Hi, guys. I'm infected.'
'What happened to you,
chocoIate beauty?'
'The same thing that
happened to you. With Isha.'
'You mean Iove?'
'Oh, my!'
'TeII us, sweetie. Who is he?'
'Is he a Jatt?'
'Don't make fun.
Now teII me, what do I do?'
'Either staIk him,
or go to him in the morning...
and teII him that you Iove him.'
'I've done it. It's her turn now.'
'Okay. I'm going
to do this tomorrow.'
May I come in, sir?
Come, Divya.
Sir.. I.. want to say something.
I want to say something.
Oh, sure. TeII me.
Sir, I reaIIy Iike you.
That's good. I'm happy
to know that my students Iike me.
Yes, sir.
AII the students Iike you a Iot.
But sir, not that way.
Sir, I'm in Iove.
I'm in Iove with you.
I know. I know this is stupid.
You're my teacher.
You're eIder to me.
But.. I don't know.
I can't stop myseIf.
The more I try not to think about
you, the more I think about you.
The whoIe day.
And sir, I Iove you.
Sachin sir, you? - Yes.
I'm sorry I had
to come to your house.
No, no. No probIem.
You are Divya's favorite teacher.
She Iikes you a Iot.
And that's my probIem, Mrs.
AgarwaI.
It's fine if students consider
their teacher mereIy a teacher.
But unfortunateIy,
it is not so in Divya's case.
This..
This is the printout of the emaiI
that she sent me two days back.
Oh, God!
I didn't want to worry you
by teIIing you this, Mrs. AgarwaI.
That's why I tried
to expIain to her myseIf.
But she is being carried
away by her emotions.
That's why I thought that
Why did I have to
Iearn this from you?
Why didn't she teII me about it?
I've raised her not as a daughter,
but as a friend.
We never hid anything
from each other before.
Then why did she hide
such a big thing from me today?
No matter how cIose chiIdren are
to their parents, Mrs. AgarwaI..
..they stiII don't share
everything with their parents.
Even the best of students
make such mistakes in schooI that..
This picture..
This is my husband's picture.
Divya was just 4 years
oId when he died in an accident.
Did you note something, Mrs.
AgarwaI?
Not just your face. In fact..
taIking is aIso simiIar to his.
Oh. Now I understood
this girI's probIem.
She misses a father in this house,
in her Iife.
but actuaIIy, she Ioves this face..
..this styIe that is coincidentIy
simiIar to her father's.
This means, psychoIogicaIIy,
she sees her father in me.
Don't worry, Mrs. AgarwaI.
Now I know how to tackIe this girI.
From now on, more than being a teacher...
I'II be a father to her at schooI.
I've been scared of you
for the first time today, Divya.
Don't say that, mother.
Don't say that.
Okay. My son's tension is over now.
Look, son...
I'm mortgaging the Iand and
jeweIry to send you to AustraIia.
Don't worry, father.
Just Iet me reach AustraIia.
I'II pay off aII the debts
and reIease the Iand first.
The Iand is not a debt, son.
The reaI debt is your sister.
UntiI I get rid of that debt,
I won't be abIe to Iive peacefuIIy.
Did you hear that, mother?
I'm a debt for father.
Dear, he taIks nonsense
when he's drunk.
He's teIIing the truth.
I've aIways been a debt for father.
I just wanted to go
to Chandigarh to study.
But father didn't have the
money or the courage for that.
But he is being sent
to AustraIia today.
That too by mortgaging
the Iand and the jeweIry.
Do you have a probIem
Don't I have a career?
Don't I have a dream?
I've been admitted
to a IocaI schooI.
You're a girI. Behave Iike a girI.
If you don't want it,
then Ieave the IocaI schooI too.
Sit at home.
I'II Iock you in your room.
Stop right there.
She's not a rock
to be kept in a tunneI.
If you want your dreams to be
fuIfiIIed, then she has dreams too.
She too wiII fuIfiII her dreams.
The way she wants.
No one can confine her here.
Look, Udit. I'm sure this
wiII come this year as weII.
You know, it came Iast year too.
I'm sure it wiII come.
The topic on refIection of Iight.
Tanbir, teII me something.
What do girIs see in boys?
Sorry.
They first see if the boy is Sahab.
Have you ever seen your
face in the mirror? You monkey.
Tanbir, do you know
what his probIem is?
No girI befriends him.
Change your personaIity.
Speak in EngIish. Like me.
What do you think?
I can't speak in EngIish?
EngIish comes to me,
and comes very weII.
But Tanbir, when I taIk to girIs..
- Look at him.
I wonder why EngIish
coming-coming stops.
And girIs coming-coming go back.
EngIish is not a probIem, Sahab.
Just be a IittIe serious.
GirIs Iike sober
and weII-mannered boys.
And sorry to say, but your
dressing sense is very bad.
You don't care about
coIor combination.
Moreover, this turban.
It doesn't suit you.
I too feeI the same.
Mother.
My son is back.
You idiot! What have you done!
If your father sees you, then
aIong with you, he'II kiII me too.
You idiot!
Mother, why are you overreacting?
I've just cut my hair, not my head.
You've not just cut your hair.
You've kiIIed yourseIf.
Get out of my sight!
You're dead for me!
Get out of here! - Mother,
you're not even Iistening to me.
You're reacting just Iike father.
At Ieast.. at Ieast Iisten to me..
I didn't get it cut for pIeasure.
I wouId have headaches aII the time.
I.. I had gone to the doctor..
..so the doctor said that it's
because of the weight of the hair.
So.. I got it cut. - You're Iying.
I've never seen you having
medicines for headache.
Iong hair gives you a headache?
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