Welcome to Sajjanpur Page #4

My address is, Chhattarpur,

near the bus stand and...

...Chaurasiya Paan & Tobacco shop.

I've written an address

backwards for the first time.

It's because of her!

I can't think right because of her.

I have to leave now.

Alright. Don't worry.

Everything will be fine.

I've left everything to you.

Here she comes.

Let me post it quickly.

Mother, what are you doing?

Who are you sending the letter to?

To your uncle. He has been

operated for cataract.

Shouldn't we ask after his health?

- Show me what is written.

Show it to me.

Nothing much!

She's always spying on me.

Enquiring about uncle's health?

- Yes.

You've sent my horoscope

to Raghunandan Pandit.

I know what you've been up to.

Sit, I'll deal with you at home. Sit.

No I won't.

- Am I a rag doll?

To pull me here and pull me there!

Come on, sit.

You are in a rage. I won't sit!

Why not? - You'll drop me.

You're angry with me.

I will most certainly really drop you. Sit!

I won't.

Until you get married

I will hold on to you.

Oh my God! Somebody help!

My brass pot has fallen in the well!

Help me! My pot!

What happened? - Somebody help me!

My pot has fallen in the well!

My mother had given it to me!

My pot! Somebody help! My pot!

Don't worry! I am here.

Enough!

Hail Bajrang Bali!

One minute!

See!

I am coming!

Mahadev, read us some hot news.

Brother Gaya, petrol and

diesel will cost more.

Brother wait and watch.

We are getting nuclear power.

Everything will be run on it.

Rockets, cars, electricity!

Even you and me.

Salim Mohammad Sahib, greetings!

Greetings to you.

- What's the matter?

Why isn't Sister-in-law Rehmat,

campaigning for the elections?

She has stopped thinking

about elections. - Why?

Someone wrote a letter to

the Collector that I'm a Pakistani spy.

An ISI agent!

Let them go to hell!

Absolutely!

I don't even know what ISI means.

And they branded me a spy.

It's a terrible world.

It means Jamnabai is the sole

candidate in these elections.

There's no opposition!

Is there a place for

honest people in politics?

It's only meant for manipulators.

That's true.

Tell me something.

Did someone get that

letter written by you?

No! No! What are you saying?

I don't write such hateful letters.

You can ask brother Gaya.

Have I written such a letter?

What are you saying?

I have to leave now.

Finish your tea. - I'll have it later.

I have some urgent work.

Mahadev!

- Yes.

Take this card. Read it. And write 100 cards

like this for me. - 100?

Hail Goddess Santoshi!

In Jalgaon district, a farmer wrote

Goddess Santoshi's name...

...on 100 letters and he found buried

gold in his field. Really?

A farmer in Yavatmal tore the letter

and his crop was destroyed...

...and he committed suicide. Really?

Whoever receives this card,

should post 100 such cards...

...or else he will either be crippled,

blinded or become lame.

Writing such letters requires

neither heart nor brain.

Just your hands.

If you don't write these cards...

- Then?

You will be struck with paralysis.

Why me?

- Lightning will strike you!

Why me?

Write and all your wishes will be fulfilled.

No, it will only waste postcards

and your money.

Have you become an atheist?

No, why? You have lost your religion.

Your job is to write?

- Yes.

You write postcards.

- Yes.

I am paying you. Then write.

Write! - Alright. I will take 50 rupees

as advance to buy the cards.

Okay, Here's the money.

Here. - I don't have change.

- Keep the rest.

- Start writing. With Goddess

Santoshi's blessings.

Okay.

- Got it? Start!

Who do I address them to?

- Write all the addresses that you know.

And post the cards!

Daughter-in-law! Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Doctor!

Doctor!

- Yes?

Greetings, Subedar.

- Where is the doctor?

He is out of town.

I am his compounder.

A compounder is as good as the doctor.

You become a doctor

after studying medicine.

Your experience makes

you a compounder.

So the compounder

wants to be a doctor.

Is your BP high?

Perhaps yours is!

Daughter-in-law needs a check-up.

Where should I pay?

What are you saying, Sir?

All services are free

for defence personnel.

Also for their families.

I live in free India but it doesn't

mean I will accept everything free.

I receive a pension from

the Government of India.

Why should I accept everything free?

There are no ideals or principles

left anymore... - 3 rupees!

Here you are.

And listen carefully.

She has a stomach ache.

Check her thoroughly.

You fellows always give

the wrong medicine.

I'm an experienced compounder.

Why would I make a mistake?

Please come.

It's a woman's check-up.

Men not allowed.

I'm sorry. Your veil.

Beautiful!

I have a stomach ache,

why are you checking my eyes?

You don't understand.

This is medical science.

Everything in the body is connected.

Eyes are connected to the teeth.

Teeth to the throat.

Neck to the stomach.

I've checked your eyes.

They are fine.

Open your mouth.

Wider!

Pink tongue.

Teeth are also sparkling white.

Look up!

Your throat is delicate,

like a long necked bottle.

You can see the water flow

when you drink, right?

Neck, mouth, teeth are all fine.

Now your stomach.

Show me your stomach.

Compounder, why is it taking so long?

Not everything can be revealed

about a medical check-up.

If you want to know, the centre

point of a woman's anatomy...

Enough! Enough!

Greetings, Uncle.

Mahadev!

- Ramkumar!

What brings you here? What is it?

I have been waiting for you for ages.

Come, sit down

Yes.

- Mahadev!

What is it? What happened?

I've been waiting for you...

Write a nice letter for me.

Shame on you. An educated

person and a compounder.

And you can't you write a letter?

Mahadev, it's not an ordinary letter.

It's a love letter.

Love letter! What has happened? Tell me!

Mahadev!

- Yes.

I have...

- Yes. Yes!

Fallen in love!

Really?

- Yes.

With whom? Tell me!

Do you know the soldier,

Subedar Singh? - Yes.

With his daughter-in-law.

Subedar Singh's daughter-in-law...

With Subedar Singh's daughter-in-law?

Are you crazy?

Don't you know she's a child-widow?

And Subedar Singh is

as ferocious as a tiger.

He'll tear you to pieces!

Mahadev, I know that.

- Then?

Passion knows no bounds.

Well, I can't help you!

Shobha had come to

the hospital to get treated.

Was it a woman's ailment?

I got it! You must have

checked her, right?

Didn't you? Tell me.

No! She had a stomach ache!

I got it! I got it! Under the pretence

of a check up you must have...

stroked her stomach and her back.

Right? Tell me! Tell me!

Under the pretence of giving

her medicine you must've kissed her.

Right?

- You have a perverse mind!

Mahadev, why would I tell you

if I had done such things?

It's our personal matter.

You just write a love

letter for me. That's all.

Write!

All right. I'll charge 2 rupees per page.

How many pages do you want?

It is my first love letter.

Write as much as you want.

But write in such a way...

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