Taal Page #4

- Yes, madam?

- Seat them inside.

Didn't I tell you

to call them up?

Did you hear what she said?

What appointment? Did they take an

appointment to come to our house?

What nonsense!

- No, father. Let's go.

- We will leave, my child.

We will leave but now

we'll see this drama through.

You people who perform

dramas in every street...

Have you come here to perform

for or watch the Mehta family?

You have adorned your

daughter well to come here.

To ensnare the prince

of this castle!

- Sister...

- I am not a sister to pimps like you!

It would be best for

you to return home.

I won't leave without

meeting Jagmohan.

He's having lunch with the English

What will you do there?

Wag your tail like a dog?

Let Jagmohan come. I'll tell

him, the dogs he's tied outside...

He should tie this English

b*tch along with them!

You called me a b*tch!

Throw them out of the house!

- Brother... we've been...

- Stop right there!

Stop right there.

He called me a b*tch!

Uncle, did he say it or not?

- He did...

- That's it!

First you drop in uninvited.

Then you call me sister-in-law...

A b*tch!

Yes, I called her a b*tch!

Because your sister-in-law

behaved like a b*tch.

Yes, Tarababu from Chamba.

Your friend, you brother!

You too may say something against

me if you wish. Go ahead!

You're not in the right state

of mind. Go home now.

We'll talk in the office tomorrow.

- Finally you too said it!

- Yes I did.

Didn't even offer us water!

Didn't offer his pal a seat!

Terrific! You came to our

house as an important guest.

With a statue of

Mother Saraswati!

Lofty talks! Artists

are a form of God!

Greater than us, the wealthy!

You are a very sentimental man.

We call every man

in a band, an artist.

They come wagging their tails

once you show them a note.

Saraswati means nothing.

You are sycophants of wealth!

You drool at the sight of money.

Only talk big! If you want to be

compensated for your work, sure...

- And get lost!

- You are right.

And the fact is that

I want to be compensated.

And I want it right now.

Tell me how much money you want.

Don't touch me, you rascal!

You toyed with my emotions!

Now I got paid for it!

What are you doing?

What is going on here?

You hit my father!

Do you know what you've done!

Nobody dared to say one

insulting word to him!

And you slapped him!

- Son...

- You have turned mad!

Go away from here.

Lest I raise my hand too!

Leave!

Raise your hand.

Beat my father.

He did not show respect

to my Dad.

Your father has honour

and my father has none?

You are all alike.

Only wealthy.

- Rich statues.

- Do you want to leave?

Then leave. But I can't let

anyone insult my father or family.

My father means everything to me!

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

And now you too understand this.

Here is your love!

And here is your gift!

What will I tell Prabha?

Father...

You don't cry.

Let's sit there, father.

Sit here.

My heart is restless

I eagerly watch the path

My heart is restless and I eagerly

look at the path...

Life is miserable...

no music appeals to me

So come tome, my Love...

Let's make music together

Let's make music together

I knew they would

treat you this way.

But how could I give

sight to your blind love?

I had just one way

that you see for yourself.

The world has really gone places.

Wasn't it better that

everything happened so fast?

Life comes in chapters.

One ends and the other begins.

- Where did you find this?

- Father had it.

Whose card is this?

We met this man in a stadium.

- You met him? What did he say?

- Nothing. He recognised me.

He came up to me and

asked if I was Tarababu.

He had heard a lot of

my songs on the radio.

- My photo had appeared

in the paper... - Last month?

He had seen that.

He was praising me a lot.

He asked me to come to

his studio at 11 on Monday.

- Then?

- I said I'd come.

- But who goes!

- Brother!

Do you know who this man is?

For me, he's a thief.

Plagiarizing my song!

This is Vikrant Kapur.

The top star of huge

television industry.

Go and wear your clothes first.

Such a big man invites you to his

studio and you want to go to Chamba!

You should go to his

studio at least once!

Who knows what door

fate might open for you!

The truth is that Vikrant

has 4 eyes, not 2.

Two in front, two at the back.

That is how he sees everything.

Go there. He must have seen you

with the rear eyes and called you.

Go ahead. Good luck.

I'm Tarababu's cousin.

I recognised him the

moment I set eyes on him.

I compose my music myself.

But in every corner of this

country is hidden folk talent...

...which my company discovers.

You sing your songs

for Jalandhar radio.

But we hear them here.

We record and remix them.

By remix I mean you catch

a song composed by anyone.

Or steal it. Then add 4

new instruments to it.

Record and remix them

and lay your stake to it.

Art is art whether

it be yours or others'.

The Goddess of Wealth should

be with you. Tip-toes all the way.

Sir Sad bud! How are you, sir?

You're rarely seen! The papers

are full of news about you!

Your name is embedded in my heart!

Sure you must meet me.

It is your studio, sir!

Right now I'm

in a board meeting.

Call me in half an hour.

If this scoundrel calls up again,

tell him I'm not in the studio.

You must be thinking

what a fraud I am!

But this is the

language of our business.

We talk with love at our

enemies and fight with friends.

They are new so they don't

understand the tongue of Bombay.

Don't you speak?

What can I say?

Say that again.

What can I say?

What can I say?

What a phrase!

Good voice too. Do you sing?

She sings better than me.

- And do you dance? - She's a

graduate in dance. And song.

I was right in thinking

and my guess was right.

This is my friend, confidante,

secretary, manager, partner...

And the main executor of

this company, Banerjee.

Sutarbhai has come from

Baroda for the charity show.

I'll deal with him now.

Tell him we're booked all year.

One show will cost 50 lakhs.

No charity. We'll work

only when he pays up.

This charity business

is a fraud!

They make money and ask

us artists for concessions!

I have told him, Tarababu.

I'm a man of the 21st century.

Whether it's a marriage,

party or award function...

Pay up and I'll make music!

We artists are priceless!

I'm very happy to know

you respect artists so much.

I wish to respect you

with all my heart.

But honestly, emotional

people scare me a lot.

You must first learn

to be practical.

- That's what I tell them.

- For example, take...

You've always remained poor

and will always remain poor.

You sang in the mountains and we

made remixes and earned millions!

Take a look. This contains

songs composed only by you!

I'm trying to tell you,

join our company.

Write songs for us,

Mansi can sing...

And be a model dancer in our shows.

Begin a new life. Simple.

Give us 2 days to think.

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