Tehzeeb Page #3

I'll take your leave.

"If you don't mind,

I'll pay the bill."

I don't mind.

My darling Tehzeeb has fought with

her mother and is sitting outside.

I'll pacify her.

I know you are angry with me.

"Rukhsana Jamal, the terror, has come

to our house for the first time..."

and your Salim is so late.

"Don't say a word!"

What is the matter?

You seem quite healthy today.

You seem to be in a nice mood.

Surrender your ears to me!

Brazen... uncivilized... uncouth!

I could have fainted.

It was because of that shawl;

not my fault.

But an educated man has

some standards even for humour.

"Sorry Madam Rukhsana, for

not meeting your expectations."

Yes... yes... who's calling?

Hold on... call for you.

"Must be my secretary, Bali.

- No, it's some Suresh Kumar."

He reached here too!

- Who is he?

"Some journalist. He cannot write for

Adams, & says he'll write my biography."

Say I'm dead.

- She is dead.

"I mean, she has left;

not this world, but this room."

"She cannot come on the line,

because she is in the bathroom."

Strange man! Is it a crime to

bathe at night? It's her wish!

"Saw what a stickler he is?

Next time he calls, say I'm not in."

"I've gone out, I bathing, anything!

- Even I want to bathe."

"Not now, in the morning.

- And I'll glow."

Yes!

"Mom, shall I serve you

some more Biryani?"

Liked it?

- It's yum. You cook well.

But what's great about that?

All women do that.

I would appreciate if you had

concentrated on your singing career.

Then the world would know

Rukhsana Jamal has a daughter too!

Even I am your daughter!

Even I am your daughter.

"Yes, even you are my daughter.

You are my fairy."

I am a fairy!

Mom gave it to me. Isn't it lovely?

- It's very lovely.

"Next time,

I'll bring one for Tehzeeb too."

You will come

again... I don't think so.

Don't taunt me.

Man has some compulsions too.

"My wife makes excellent coffee.

More milk, less coffee."

I'm ready to take the risk.

- Let's take the risk!

"Is Tehzeeb happy, Salim?"

I think she is.

I had very colourful

dreams for Tehzeeb...

in which there was

only applause for her.

I know you wanted Tehzeeb

to be a singer like you.

"Yes, because she is talented."

But you didn't let my

dreams be fulfilled.

"Don't take offense, but Tehzeeb's

dreams are more important to me."

Even I wanted Tehzeeb to sing.

But she is happy in her small world.

And in her happiness lies mine.

"Wow! You made yourself the

sacrificial lamb..."

and benefited from it too.

"Moreover, you got an educated

girl to do the house chores for free."

"If you really loved her,

you'd encourage her talent."

Who loves Tehzeeb more...

it is better to leave

that decision to Tehzeeb.

"Sister no!

- Nazo, stubborn girl!"

She ran and came here.

She is not ready to sleep.

Let her be.

"Tell me, does your sister

sing, or has she quit singing?"

She sings.

She sings melodious lullabies for me.

Sing that song

which I had taught you.

I have forgotten

everything you taught me.

"lmpossible! The way I have taught you,

you cannot forget even if you want to."

Please sing!

"No mom.

- Sister, sing."

Please sing!

"You would have no complains..."

"or grievances against me"

You sing.

A song is not just

made by music and melody.

"Feel it,

only then will the words have soul."

"You would have no complains..."

"or grievances against me"

"If you had..."

"understood my compulsions"

"Just understood them"

"You would have no complains..."

"or grievances against me"

"If you had..."

"If you had

understood my compulsions"

"Even the painful memories give pain;

it was better..."

"if I had not

kept a count of my wounds"

"If you had

understood my compulsion"

"All our dreams have come true"

"Just think how it would be..."

"if this was true"

"If you had

understood my compulsion"

She is sleeping in comfort.

This noise won't let me sleep!

"What are you doing here?

- Don't leave us and go, mom."

Please don't leave us and go.

- Where am I leaving you?

"I am not going,

but go to your room now."

Mom will leave us and go again.

She doesn't love us.

She doesn't even let me

sleep besides her.

"Don't say that, Nazo.

She is not going anywhere."

No one is going anywhere.

Your sister is here.

Your brother-in-law is here. I am

right here. Even your doll is with you.

Don't cry so much. Stop crying.

We are all here.

Cat... cat... silly cat.

Why didn't you come yesterday?

- My husband fights with me everyday.

"I am the only bread earner,

my husband doesn't do anything."

He's useless!

- What's useless?

He's mad!

- Like me?

"No my dear, you are very intelligent."

Mom has come.

- She should have come long ago.

Long ago.

"Maid, my doll is my friend, Blackie

is my friend, Umrao is my friend."

Who is mom's friend?

Play.

- No one answers me.

The market is two kilometers away.

Will you manage?

Ofcourse!

Do you take me to be old?

Even I will come along.

- Where?

We will bring chocolates

and ice-creams for you.

I don't want chocolates and

ice-creams; even I will come along.

Nazo listens only to her mom.

"We will go flying like an aeroplane,

and be back in two minutes!"

"Will you take me in an aeroplane?

- Yes, why not?"

Promise?

- This is a promise by Rukhsana Jamal!

We'll be back soon. Bye dear!

Aren't you Ms. Rukhsana?

...I am your greatest fan.

I recognised you immediately.

What is your name?

- Vishwas.

"Give me four autographs; three for my

children, and one for my wife..."

or I'll have a problem at home.

Even I sing well.

"When our colony organizes

some function, I only have to sing."

That's great. Take.

I loved meeting you.

"Mom, this Vishwas leaves his

cycle here everyday."

And I secretly read a few postcards.

- That's a crime!

But a very interesting one.

Come!

Sit here.

"Respected father, I am fine.

I pray for your well-being."

I have selected a house here.

If you could send me Rs.10000...

That's why he thought of his father.

The greedy fellow!

"Dear Asha,

I hope you and the kids are fine."

I miss you very much.

It is very cold here in Delhi.

"Bogus! If he misses them so much,

why doesn't he call them over?"

This one seems interesting.

Hear this.

"My dear Anuradha, I want to

get to know you better."

I want to be lost in

your wild tresses.

How cheap! How can anyone

write such crap on a postcard?

The poor guy must not

be having money for an envelope.

How else could he have

expressed his feelings?

Don't you feel

ashamed to do such things?

"I used to feel a little,

in my childhood."

You used to read my letters too?

Yes. I used to open

the envelope with steam.

"But don't worry,

your secrets are my secrets."

I don't have any secrets.

- I know that.

"Why do you say things

that hurt, Tehzeeb?"

Have you ever given a thought to

how much father must have been hurt?

You are accusing me?

- I'm not accusing you.

Then what do you want to say?

"Neither have I said anything,

nor do I want to say anything."

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