Wajood Page #10

..so that they write about

us in big on the front page!

And people forget all about this.

- Is that clear.

- Sir.

You're absolutely right, sir.

We must give a fitting reply.

- And I have just the reply.

- What?

Yes..our resignation will make people

trust the police department again.

Yes..you're absolutely right.

Resignation is the best solution.

And right now..

Give me a paper, sir. Pen.

Sir.

Write..

"I, Police Commissioner of Mumbai.."

"..resign from my post right now."

Resignation. Mine? What do you mean?

Sir..no will read the

news of our resignation.

The news of your resignation will be

printed on page one, with a picture.

Shut up.

Shut up and get out.

Out.

Inspector Nihal, I am warning you.

If you don't take a solid

step against this criminal..

..and stop Apurva Chaudhary

from printing such absurd news..

- Is that clear?

- Okay, sir.

- So..Mr. Khan..what do you do?

- I sell newspaper.

That guy who's in

the headlines these days?

- Why?

- He's quite the guy.

He's always in the headlines.

The people and police

talk only about him.

He robs money and goes

around with girls too.

And what if you get caught?

So what?

You can grease palms to freedom.

We're taking you back

to our studio, where..

What is all this?

What do you think?

You're doing a great job by publishing

these criminals on front page?

You're wrong, Apurva.

15-20 years ago who would

feature on the first page?

Lal Bahadur Shashtri!

Jawaharlal Nehru! Vinobha Bhave!

..and his picture is

published on front page.

Did you see the effect

of it on that young boy?

What was he saying?

Apurva..that boy

can commit any crime..

..in order to feature

on your newspaper's front page.

I know..this sensational news will

boost the sales of your newspaper.

You will also get promoted.

But Apurva,

in order to sell this newspaper..

..you must decide what

you will do if someday..

..you have to sell our country's

future and your conscience!

You tell others to think,

but you must think yourself..

..before it's too bloody late.

I guess the reporters published

something absurd again.

That's how these reporters are!

They print anything.

'They never think about

the effect on the society.'

'All they care about

is selling their newspaper.'

'Of course..'

- Hi, beautiful. What are you thinking?

- Nothing, sir.

Can I tell you what you're thinking?

Please leave me alone, sir.

I am talking about your promotion and

you're telling me to leave you alone.

Tell me..what am I to you?

- Boss or..

- Do you want to know?

- Apurva..

- Come on.. I'll tell you what?

Apurva..

You're a common mongrel that

roams the street and always hungry.

Your eyes feel like you see every

girl around you as an opportunity.

When your mother-daughter-or

sister goes out..

..I am sure they see the

same thing in other men's eyes.

And when they come back home,

and see the same thing in your eyes..

..then think about what

they might be feeling.

So I feel..men like you should

be put in dog pounds and castrated.

That is what I was thinking!

Whatever you said that day was right.

We reporters should

realize our responsibility.

Actually, we both..

the press and the police..

..should work against those criminals.

Because our duty is same.

Protecting the right

of the common man. Right?

Hello.

- Yes..it's me.

- It's him.

Hello.

Finally you brought me on page one.

Really I am honored.

Rahim Khan, where is he speaking from?

Thank you.

I did my part,

will you do something for me.

Just tell me.

I want to interview you.

Because you're a fantastic actor.

But why praise me so much? What for?

Your voice sounds so familiar.

Sounds like we've met before.

Why else would you call me?

Who else can I call?

You're the only one

I have in this world.

Lightens the load on my heart.

Feels like I've committed

all my crimes in front of God.

That means I am not just a

journalist to you, but something more.

Right? Tell me..who am I to you?

Please tell me.

Who am I to you? Tell me.

How do I tell you..who you are to me?

How do I tell you..

you're the song of my heart?

The music of life.

You're life, you're devotion,

you're the light..the freshness.

You're every happiness, you're

my love, my companion, my soul..

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Please go on.

Please talk to me.

Talk to me, please. Hello. Hello.

- Nihal.

- What?

- I think it's Malhaar.

- What rubbish? He's dead.

- Yes, but do you know what he said.

- What?

How do I tell you..who you are to me?

It's the same poem

from Malhaar's play. Yes..

"You're my life, my devotion.."

I know this is Malhaar!

But could be a different student,

who saw this play.

Maybe?

But whenever this guy talks to me..

..there's a strange

disturbance on the phone.

Like someone's playing something..

You know, Malhaar had this habit.

He would keep tapping

his fingers like this.

Like this.

Apurva..if this is Malhaar,

then I have a way to catch him.

- What's that?

- You must do a stage show.

Stage show, why?

Look..Malhaar has two weaknesses.

You and the stage.

If we arrange a cultural program,

then he will get caught.

Because he will come

to watch your show.

But I must have a

reason to do a show..

..so that he doesn't get suspicious.

- My mother will help us.

- How's that?

Apurva Chaudhary presents..

..cultural show for the

aid of special children.

- Hello.

- Hello, Commissioner.

Hello.

I got the invitation

for Apurva Chaudhary's show.

Thank you, I will definitely be there.

- Who's speaking?

- The guy that stole your crown.

You scoundrel.

You cannot escape my clutches.

I am going to nail you,

you bloody bas

How dare you threaten Sher Jung?

I will come tomorrow,

I'll shoot first and then talk.

- Shut up!

- Wait for me.

Nonsense.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- My name is Amina.

- Sit down, Amina.

This is Inayat, my aunt's son.

- Calm down, son.

- He's greeting you.

Ajit, give me the ball.

Take this ball, and go play there.

- Go, go.

- Take it.

- Good.

- Go.. Get up.

Go on.

- Get up.

- Careful.

I used to stay in Agripada's

Jamnabai building.

With my parents and elder brother.

My aunt used to live

in the same building.

The riots that broke out 2 years ago,

they set my building ablaze.

Now..where will I go..with him.

You don't worry, dear.

Let him stay here.

And you can stay here

as long as you want.

Don't cry, dear. Don't cry.

Who else can I call?

You're the only one

I have in this world.

Whenever I talk to you,

I feel like I am talking to my past.

Lightens the load on my heart.

That means I am not just a

journalist to you, but something more.

How do I tell you..

you're the song of my heart?

The music of life.

You're life, you're devotion,

you're the light..the freshness.

You're every happiness, you're

my love, my companion, my soul..

If you've seen this man or heard him..

And help the police

in getting him arrested.

Thank you.

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