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...that it makes a lasting

impression on Shobha's heart.

Enough! Enough! Alright!

I'll write it at night.

Pick it up tomorrow morning.

Won't you give it right now?

Ramkumar,

I have to write a love letter.

Not a prescription!

I have to stay awake at

night just to find the right word.

Do you want a good letter or...

Write it properly.

Write it with love.

It's okay...

Write a letter which will make

Shobha fall in love with me.

Okay.

Enough! Enough!

Now let me think.

O my beloved!

Goddess of my heart!

You came to be cured.

Instead you made me lovesick

There you go.

This is called progress.

Only 23 hours of load-shedding.

Flowing from behind the eyelids.

Rolls a lonely tear.

"When I miss you a lot...

...then tears keep flowing down."

Rolling down from behind the eyelids.

Rolls down a lonely tear.

The pain of missing you...

... make the tears fall.

The ink in this letter is

made of my tears.

You are my pain.

And you are my cure.

Come to give me the pain again.

Come to bring

the cure again and again.

On silent lonely nights.

Come in my lost dreams

again and again.

Come to give me the pain again.

Come to bring the cure again and again.

Without you there's

no light in my dark life.

Without you there's no

colour in the painting of life.

There's no moon.

And no sun.

Without you life means nothing.

To bring light in my life...

... come to me again and again.

Without you my song goes out of tune.

Without you my path has no destination.

Without you why should I put kohl in my eyes?

Without you why should I wear anklets?

No monsoon. No autumn.

Without you life means nothing

Come to give me sweet pain.

Come to bring the cure again and again.

In these lonely nights.

Come in my dreams.

Come to me.

Come to me again and again.

To give me sweet pain.

Where is Mahadev?

What's the time, brother?

Eight minutes past 10.

Mahadev! Mahadev!

I've brought the letter.

One minute.

Mahadev,

I didn't sleep at night.

I have written it but it is still wanting...

Take it tomorrow?

I will kill you!

I was just joking.

Here, it is.

O my beloved!

Goddess of my heart!

You came to be cured,

instead you made me love sick.

Is it okay?

Amazing, Mahadev!

You are a great writer!

You have such knowledge.

If you had written like this for yourself...

...you would've gotten married by

now and become a father of 20.

Shame on you, Ramkumar!

You preach family planning and...

...you bless me with 20 children.

I was joking! I meant you

are not married yet and...

What do you mean not married yet?

Who is not married yet?

Am I impotent?

Really?

- What? I'm asking you!

I have chosen not to marry.

There's a long queue of

girls wanting to marry me.

Mother India has many children...

...Why should I increase

our population by getting married?

I didn't know that...

you were the only patriot

after Mahatma Gandhi.

I'll pay you 20 rupees

for the 10 pages.

Don't have any money and

you are out to get a love letter written.

I heard that.

Don't talk too much!

What is love?

Love is Subedar Singh's son-in-law.

Whose letter is it,

daughter-in-law?

Is it from Delhi?

Republic Day is approaching.

Maybe the government

wants to give me an award.

It's time to run!

In the '65 war,

along with Abdul Hamid...

...I destroyed a tank.

A Patton tank!

Read it!

Why don't you read it?

O my beloved!

Goddess of my heart!

You came to be cured,

instead you made me love sick.

Come again with your beautiful eyes...

Why don't you read it aloud?

You are my medicine.

If you don't marry me...

...my life will be ruined.

O my Juliet, be there at

your window and near the well.

I am just an ordinary compounder.

But my love is greater than Romeo's.

You are the world's beauty

no, no, you are mine.

Daughter-in-law!

Is this true?

Ramkumar!

Have you seen Ramkumar?

- No!

Compounder!

Ramkumar!

Compounder! Ramkumar!

There he goes...

Ramkumar!

Ramkumar! What happened?

What happened?

Girl!

- Yes. With a moustache?

No! No! You want to get

one more letter written? - Forget it!

Ramkumar, tell me!

God knows what happened.

Where is Ramkumar?

I don't know! - If you don't

then why are you hiding?

P-P-P-Pen!

What happened to Subedar?

He gets these fits.

Okay. Write a letter for me.

What has to be written?

No card or inland letter - Then?

Write a mobile letter. An SMS.

Write.

Santosh.

As I had told you.

I want to buy a tractor.

Get the bank manager to speak to me.

Convince! Convince

the manager to speak to me.

Anything else?

- No.

Give me his number.

Number?

- Yes.

Great! Message sent!

Amazing! Remarkable gadgets

these foreigners have made.

What's that sound?

What happened?

I've received the reply.

- The sound came from this?

Listen.

Interest for loans on

tractors 12%. 13% on cars.

But the bank takes

a higher commission on tractors.

Buy a car instead.

Write a reply.

Tell me you ass.

How will I plough

the field with a car? How?

Ask him, how do I plough with a car?

Yes! How do I plough

the field with a car?

Should I add, 'You idiot'?

Send it!

- Okay...

How do I plough the field

with a car, you idiot?

He got the letter! Run!

Doctor, where is your assistant?

Isn't he at the health center?

You should know that!

But you don't come for days on end.

You go to town when

a new movie is released!

If there's a circus,

you go to watch it.

I will complain against you.

You are needlessly

getting angry with me.

I will complain!

He went that way! That way!

Ramkumar!

Ramkumar, stop!

Go! Go! Go!

Stop! Ramkumar!

Stop!

Ramkumar, stop!

Uncle!

Having fun?

When will you take my measurement?

My beloved eats a betel leaf.

Gayaram, make 10 teas.

O my prince! My sweetheart!

My Rajesh Khanna.

Come on, queens.

My prince, won't you listen to me?

My beloved!

My sweetheart!

I am busy now! Go away!

My prince, I've a job for you.

Write a song to make people

of Sajjanpur cast their votes in my...

Where?

- Votes! In my lap.

Votes?

- Yes!

Are you running for elections?

- My enemies will run.

I am standing for elections.

And I won't let Ram Singh's

killer wife win so easily.

Watch me! - But which

community will vote for you?

I mean Brahmins, Patels,

Dalits or Muslims.

Who is with you?

Everyone is mine and I am everyone's.

Everyone will support me.

Right?

- Yes!

Everyone will support me.

From front to back, from top to bottom.

Now write a mind-blowing song for me...

...so that I can sing it and

ask for votes. - Me?

Yes.

- I won't write it.

Write it! I won't write it.

Write it! I won't write it.

I said no! My prince!

Okay!

Okay, I'll write it.

But nobody should know

I have written it.

Or I'll be in trouble.

Wonderful, my Rajesh Khanna!

I will hide your secret here. In my heart.

Come on take it. Take it.

- Take what?

Your fees for the song!

Men have such one-track minds.

Come on, queens. Let's go.

My sweetheart!

I'll be back to take it. Take what?

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