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Munni zawstydziła się, tylko dla ciebie, kochanie.

Jej policzki są czerwone, oczy odurzające a chód urzekający.

Straciła zmysły, tylko dla ciebie, kochanie.

- Insia wyciągnęła swoją gitarę. - Cicho, wszyscy.

Cicho.

Potajemnie, cicho i ostrożnie

Potajemnie, cicho i ostrożnie

Cierpliwie wybrałam gałązkę A tam słomkę

I zbudowałam sobie sen

Z szewem tu i z dzianiną tam

Z szewem tu i z dzianiną tam

Zbieranie małych łatek

Podkradłam sen

Zbieranie małych łatek

Podkradłam sen

O marzenia, moje marzenia

Ożyjcie, moje marzenia

O marzenia, moje marzenia

Ożyjcie, moje marzenia

Insia...

Czy to nowa piosenka?

Ładna. Napisałaś ją?

Co ty tutaj robisz?

Chce coś ogłosić.

To ulotki międzyszkolnej konkurencji kulturowej.

W każdej kategorii

zwycięzca otrzymuje laptopa i rok darmowego internetu!

Pokaż!

I jeszcze jedno, powodzenia wszystkim.

Czy dobrze się bawiłeś, kochanie?

Jak minęła podróż?

Tak bardzo za tobą tęskniłam. Wezmę ci torbę.

Wiesz, w programie Singing Idol,

przesłuchali chłopaka.

Shakti Kumaarr był dla niego taki surowy... to było okropne!

Co stało się z twoimi oczami?

To nic. Otworzyłam szafkę w kuchni

i dostałam drzwiczkami w oczy.

Masz rację.

Głupol ze mnie.

Jak mówiłam,

Shakti Kumaarr był tak podły, że biedny dzieciak się załamał.

Masz rację.

Naprawdę jesteś głupia.

Insu!

Z drogi! - Halo!

Cześć. - Jak tam twoja wycieczka?

Bądź cicho. - Przyniosłeś dla mnie jakieś prezenty?

Jakie prezenty?

Dwie czekoladki?

Nie. - Jedną czekoladę?

Zamknij się. - Ani jedną?

Nie! - Insia!

Gdzie twoje maniery?

Nawet mnie nie pozdrowiłaś.

Pozdrowienia, o wielka ciotko.

Pozdrowienia.

Dlaczego nie przyniosłaś mi prezentu? - Wynoś się stąd!

Prezent ... prezent. Wynocha!

Dlaczego krzyczysz na Guddu? - Guddu ...

Do niczego, ta matka i córka!

Tu. Nie, tu.

Dobra robota. Jurorzy, jaki jest wasz werdykt?

Jesteś uroczy. Dziesięć punktów za to że jesteś taki słodki.

10 punktów. - Co?

Czy oceniamy urok?

To konkurs śpiewu, Monali. Śpiewania.

Wiem co mam robić. Też jestem jurorką.

Opowiadasz głupoty.

Nie będzie miał przyszłości, jak nie umie śpiewać.

Dzieciaku, kpisz z talentu!

Kpisz z niego!

Jak śmiesz? Co ty wiesz o talentach?

Na co patrzysz?

A teraz wynoś się!

Przyjaciele, Pan Shakti jest dobrze znany ze swojej złości.

A teraz mówi się, że jego żona zostawiła go w zeszłym miesiącu.

Oczywiście jest pod wpływem stresu. - Dziękuję.

I jest sfrustrowany.

Wydaje się, że jego małżeństwo się skończyło,

po przerwie nasza wróżka przepowie,

czy Salman wreszcie ożeni się w tym roku.

Och, zupełnie zapomniałam,

że Glamour Awards jest dziś w telewizji.

Pamiętałam.

Jak myślisz, kto wygra?

Nie wiem. To trudne.

Najlepszy kompozytor muzyki?

Każdy oprócz Shakti Kumaarr.

Nigdy nie zdobył nagrody.

Wcześniej robił tak dobre piosenki.

Ale teraz, kiedy słucham jego piosenek,

wydaje mi się, że zremiksował naprawdę fajną piosenkę

i ta fajna piosenka nigdy nie została stworzona.

Mama...

Nocnik.

Poczekaj jakiś czas.

Chodź.

Przejdźmy do następnej nagrody,

która jest "Najlepszym wokalistą grającym w kobiecym stylu".

Nominowani do tej nagrody to:

Monali Thakur...

Sudha Venkat z pewnością wygra.

Nie, Monali Thakur.

Zakład? - Zakład!

Ok. - Jeśli wygrywam, mogę prosić o cokolwiek.

Ok.

Mamo, skończyłem.

Skończył.

Już idę.

Spróbuj jeszcze. Może coś zostało.

Shakti Kummarr!

Jestem zmęczony otrzymywaniem nagród.

Jestem zmęczony.

Trochę mu zejdzie.

Więc tym razem zadzwoniłem do Glamour Awards i powiedziałem:

Glamour Award, w tym roku Shakti nie otrzyma nagrody, dostanie ją."

Mamo! - Tak?

Skończyłem.

Tak więc, mam przyznać nagrodę dla najlepszej ...

piosenkarki.

Do mojej ulubienicy, którą uczyłem.

Monali Thakur.

Chodź, Mona. Chodź, skarbie.

Co mogę powiedzieć?

Ta nagroda wiele dla mnie znaczy.

To dla mnie cały świat.

Chcę podziękować jurorom i moim fanom.

Uwielbiajcie mnie, a ja będę śpiewała takie piękne piosenki.

Dziękuję bardzo.

Kochanie, całkiem dobrze śpiewasz. Oby tak dalej.

Ale dziś krzyczałeś tylko na małe dzieci.

Dlaczego nie napiszesz kilku piosenek?

Kim jesteś, żeby mi mówić, co mam robić?

Zdobyłam nagrodę, prawda?

Myślę, że zdobyłam prawo do mówienia.

Dlaczego wygłaszasz przemówienie?

Zdobyłeś nagrodę?

Kiedyś śpiewałeś jingle dla reklam pasty do zębów,

przygotowałem cię.

Kłócą się w telewizji. Nie mają wstydu.

Wygrałam zakład.

Tak.

Więc czego chcesz?

Jest międzyszkolny konkurs śpiewu.

Czy mogę wziąć udział?

W porządku. Ale nie mów swojemu ojcu.

Ale jeśli zostanę wybrana do finału, będę musiała udać się do Bombaju.

Nie, Insu.

Zrób to.

A ojciec znów ci połamie gitarę.

On nigdy na to nie pozwoli.

Powiedziałaś, że mogę prosić o cokolwiek.

Insu, powiedziałam, że możesz poprosić o cokolwiek ode mnie.

Nie z życia.

Posłuchaj, mam pomysł.

Co? - Chodź tu.

Przestań się krzywić.

Powiedz mi.

Twój ojciec będzie spóźniał się do domu. - Więc?

Będzie zmęczony i głodny.

Zadaj mu to pytanie, kiedy będzie jadł.

Może się zgodzi.

Dobry pomysł, mamo.

Którą piosenkę powininnam zaśpiewać?

Piosenka... - Czy wiesz, jaka jest pierwsza nagroda?

Laptop i rok darmowego internetu.

Pomyślę o dobrej piosence.

Zaśpiewaj dowolną piosenkę.

Wygrasz na pewno.

Jesteś moją ulubioną piosenkarką.

Nawet leszą niż Monali Thakur.

Naprawdę.

Idź spać.

Dzień dobry, ojcze.

Mogę prosić o wodę?

Tak, ojcze.

Jak minęła podróż?

Dobrze.

Nauczyłaś się czegoś czy marnujesz czas?

Nie, ojcze. Było fajnie.

Jak się masz?

Dzień dobry.

Ojcze, jest takie ...

Ojcze, jest ...

Mało solne.

Co?

Chodź tu.

Idę.

Czy powinienem wypełnić mój żołądek swoimi przeprosinami?

Czy człowiek nie może oczekiwać porządnego posiłku po 17 godzinach pracy?

Ojcze...

Najma ... Spakowałaś moją torbę? - Tak?

Torba?

Czy ty jesteś Najma? - Przepraszam, ojcze.

Wyjeżdżasz po jutrze, prawda?

Co mówiłem kiedy wychodziłem?

Trzeciego.

Który dzisiaj?

Drugi.

Co to oznacza jutro?

Przepraszam. - Zapominasz soli. Zapominasz spakować.

Czy jest coś, co pamiętasz?

Mam cię dość.

Przepoś raz jeszcze, a to nie będzie talerz, tylko ty.

Wejdź do środka, wyczyszczę to.

Mamo, myślę, że powinnaś opuścić ojca.

On nie jest właściwym mężem dla ciebie.

A kto nim jest?

Shah Rukh Khan?

Mamo, dlaczego tego nie rozumiesz?

Nie żartuję.

Insu, mówiłam ci milion razy.

Kto się nami zaopiekuje?

Trzeba opłacić szkołę ...

Nie możemy polegać na twoim dziadku.

Dlaczego dziadek?

Mamo, zaufaj mi. Zajmę się nami.

Naprawdę?

Jaki jest twój plan?

Zaufaj mi, mamo.

Powiedz mi, czy najpierw nie został wybrany cel podróży, a potem trasa?

Najpierw był kurczak czy jajko?

Co?

Kurczak był pierwszy czy jajko?

To zależy od sytuacji.

Znaczenie?

Oznacza to, że jeśli chcesz zjeść kurczaka, najpierw przychodzi jajko,

które wykluwa się z kurczaka, które gotujesz.

Ale jeśli chcesz mieć omlet, najpierw kurczak

składa jajko, z którego robisz omlet.

O Boże, Insu! Masz odpowiedź na każde pytanie.

Nie, mamo.

Rozwiążemy to, prawda?

Insu, nie można się z tobą kłócić. - Więc nie rób tego.

Obiecaj mi.

Co?

Jeśli wymyślę dobry plan, opuścisz ojca.

Insu...

Nie Insuj mi tu. Obiecaj mi.

Mamo, obiecaj mi.

Ok dobrze...

Idź spać. Obiecuję.

- Prawdziwa obietnica? - W porządku, obiecuję.

Prawdziwa obietnica?

Tak!

Pa.

Chodź ... szybko.

A co z naszą podróżą? Obawiam się.

Insia.

Insia!

Daj mi jeden przykład ironii.

Czy ta wiedźma musiała zadać mi teraz pytanie?

Właśnie wymyśliłam melodię, jeśli pomyślę o odpowiedzi, zapomnę o niej.

Jesteś głucha?

Daj mi jeden przykład ironii.

Powinnam odpowiedzieć, czy pozostać przy melodii?

Wyciągnij rękę.

Powiedziałam, wyciągnij rękę!

No dalej, uderz mnie.

Proszę bardzo.

Guddu, otwórz drzwi.

Ile czasu zajmuje ci otworzenie drzwi?

Przepraszam, przepraszam.

Daj mi to!

Co to jest?!

Mamo, co to jest ?!

Co?

Nie mam pojęcia.

Skąd to się wzięło, Guddu?

Królowa dramatu!

Mamo, ile to kosztowało?

Tysiąc rupii za kilogram.

Twój laptop jest droższy niż mango.

Powiedz mi. Skąd wzięłaś pieniądze?

To nie ma znaczenia.

Ostatniej nocy, gdybym dodała soli do jedzenia,

być może wygrałbyś w konkursie.

Ale zapomniałam.

Powiedz mi szczerze.

Pożyczyłaś pieniądze?

Nie mogę tego przyjąć. Zwróćmy to.

Zwariowałaś, Insu?

Jest tak wiele rzeczy w życiu, których nie byłam w stanie ci dać

i ci nie dałam.

Nie okradaj mnie z radości widząc, jak się uśmiechasz.

Rzadko się to zdarza.

Mamo!

Tak?

Spójrz, świat jest taki duży, a nasza Baroda jest taka mała.

Czy to Baroda?!

Nagle moje oczy nauczyły się tańczyć

Nagle moje zęby zaczęły się błyszczeć

Czuję, że moje serce właśnie nauczyło się śmiać.

Śmieję się z głębi mojej duszy

Nagle moje włosy nauczyły się odbijać

Nagle moje plamy nauczyły się znikać

Czuję, że moje serce właśnie nauczyło się śmiać.

Śmieję się z głębi mojej duszy

Nagle okna zaczęły mnie łaskotać

Nagle krzesła zaczęły mnie łaskotać

Nagle każda drobnostka przynosi mi radość

Nagle curry zaczęły mnie łaskotać

Nagle pieczywo zaczęło mnie łaskotać

Nagle każda drobnostka przynosi mi radość

Kto to? - Nie wiem!

Na pewno?

Nagle każda drobnostka przynosi mi radość

Dlaczego jeszcze nie śpisz?

Mamo, chcę przesłać moje filmy na YouTube.

Jak cudownie.

Przesyłaj swoje filmy na YouTube,

i wyślij je do swojego ojca w Rijadzie.

Wiesz, co będzie dalej.

Wiem, mamo.

Insu, jest 3 nad ranem.

Przestań marzyć i idź spać.

Jak to możliwe, mamo?

Najpierw mi każesz spać, a potem prosisz mnie, żebym nie śniła?

Kiedy zasnę będę śniła?

Powiedz mi, dlaczego budzimy się każdego ranka?

Abyśmy mogli zrealizować nasze marzenia.

W przeciwnym razie, jaki sens ma budzenie się każdego dnia?

Mamo, życie nie ma sensu bez marzeń.

Ani spać, ani się obudzić.

Ani żyć, ani umrzeć.

Mamo, marzenie jest podstawowym prawem!

Wszystkim należy na to pozwolić. - Insu, jak dużo gadasz!

Powiedz mi w jednym wierszu, czego chcesz?

Powiedz mi, o czym marzysz?

Czego chcę?

Mamo, chcę, żeby cały świat usłyszał mój głos.

Nie tylko szkoła, czy Baroda, czy Indie.

Cały świat powinien mnie poznać jako najlepszego piosenkarza.

Nie tylko ty.

To także moje marzenie.

I jestem pewna, że się spełni.

Teraz idź spać.

Niech tak będzie, mamo. Nie ma sensu rozmawiać z tobą.

Insu.

Mam pomysł.

Co?

Co robisz?

Czekaj.

Tutaj.

Co to jest?

Pomysł.

To nie jest pomysł, to burka.

Dokładnie!

Co masz na myśli?

Powinnam to nosić i robić filmy? - Tak.

Chcesz, żeby cały świat cię usłyszał, prawda?

Dlaczego muszą widzieć twoją twarz?

Powinni cię usłyszeć.

To ma znaczenie, mamo. To absurd.

Okropny pomysł.

Chcę być sławna a ty mówisz mi, żebym ukryła swoją twarz?

Nie. Nie rozumiesz.

Posłuchaj mnie.

Nie mówię ci, żebyś zmienił cel podróży.

Po prostu zmień swoją trasę.

Powinieneś pozwolić na tak wiele.

Nie mamo. To głupi pomysł. To nigdy nie zadziała.

Dla wszystkich, którzy mnie obserwują, jest to mój pierwszy film na YouTube.

Nazywam się...

Nie mogę ci podać całego mojego imienia.

Ale jeśli podoba ci się to wideo proszę kliknąć "Lubię to".

Czy ktoś może mi powiedzieć, gdzie jestem??

Czy ktoś może mi powiedzieć, gdzie stoję?

Czy wybrałam właściwą ścieżkę?

Czy powinnam wyruszyć w tę podróż?

Obawiam się moich marzeń Czy mnie zniszczą?

Boję się tych, którzy są mi bliscy Czy mnie zdradzą?

Czy jestem księżycem? A może cieniem w nim?

Czy jestem popiołem? Albo szalejącym ogień?

Czy jestem kroplą? A może potężną falą?

Czy przynoszę spokój? A może wyzwalam burzę?

Czy ktoś może mi powiedzieć, kim jestem?

Czy mam cel? Powód, dla którego warto to zrobić? Kim jestem?

Czy wierzę w siebie?

Czy moje istnienie ma znaczenie?

Na czyje ramię mam płakać Czy powinnam się załamać?

Kto mnie poprowadzi Czy powinnam zgubić drogę?

Czy jestem księżycem? A może cieniem w nim?

Czy jestem popiołem? Albo szalejącym ogień?

Czy jestem kroplą? A może potężną falą?

Czy przynoszę spokój? A może wyzwalam burzę?

Czy powinienem żyć zgodnie z moją prawdą? A może milczeć?

Czy powinnam znieść moją duszę? Albo złamać moje serce?

Czy powinnam przekraczać wszystkie granice? A może powstrzymać się?

Czy powinnam dalej walczyć? A może po prostu zrezygnować?

Czy jestem księżycem? A może cieniem w nim?

Czy jestem popiołem? Albo szalejącym ogień?

Czy jestem kroplą? A może potężną falą?

Czy przynoszę spokój? A może wyzwalam burzę?

Kim jestem?

Wiedziałam, że to głupi pomysł.

Twoja matka postawiła mnie na nogi.

Mam już tak wiele dzieci. Nie powinienem cię wciągnąć.

Wszyscy wiedzą, że nie biorę więcej niż 45 dzieci.

Przykro mi, proszę pani. To się więcej nie powtórzy.

Chodź teraz.

Znajdź miejsce.

Tak proszę pani. - To 1173K.

I 1973K.

Proszę pani, nie ma innego miejsca do siedzenia.

O co chodzi?

Spóźniłaś się na zajęcia.

Tak więc, jeśli chcesz notatek, mogę podzielić się nimi z tobą.

Ok.

Hej, Insia.

Wysłałem ci zaproszenie na Facebooku.

Nie przyjęłaś go.

Czy jesteśmy przyjaciółmi? - Nie jesteśmy?

Chintan.

Co ta?

Rozwiązałeś kwoty trygonometrii?

Tak.

Możesz je przepisać. Zaczekam przed twoim domem.

Jesteś strażnikiem?

Nie.

Możesz wejść do środka.

Ok.

Insu.

Nakryj do stołu.

Mamo!

Mamo.

Mamo.

Insu. Po woli. - Chodź tu.

Ostrożnie.

Spójrz, mamo.

To jest twój film!

Tak, i zgadnij, ile osób na to patrzyło?

11 470 osób!

Poważnie? - Tak.

Nigdy w życiu nie poznałabym tak wielu ludzi.

Wszystko dzięki temu laptopowi.

Twój pomysł zadziałał, mamo.

Mówiłam ci, prawda?

Teraz też będę gwiazdą!

Insu, posłuchaj ...

każdy zna supergwiazdę.

To musi pozostać tajemnicą.

Albo twój ojciec wyrzuci nas z domu razem z tym laptopem.

Spróbuj zrozumieć. - Nie martw się, mamo.

Insu.

Wiesz co chcę powiedzieć. Twój ojciec nie powinien się dowiedzieć.

Skąd się dowie?

Ojciec nie ogląda YouTube.

Obiecuję. Nic się nie stanie.

W porządku.

Zanim twoja babcia będzie krzyczała, podam obiad.

Słuchaj. Chodź tu.

Co znowu, mamo? - Twój ojciec wróci jutro.

Będzie cały dzień w domu. Proszę, schowaj to.

Mamo, kiedy ojciec dostanie tę pracę w Rijadzie?

Kiedy to zrobi, będzie nieobecny przez 11 miesięcy, prawda?

Tak, a podczas Ramadanu będzie w domu przez 24 godziny.

Zaledwie miesiąc, prawda? Będziemy z tym musieli sobie poradzić.

To nie jest zły interes.

Hej jak masz na imię?

Jesteś taka utalentowana.

Twoje filmy są cholernie dobre.

Czy masz konto na Twitterze lub stronę na Facebooku?

Smutne!

Nie możesz pokazać swojej twarzy?

Jak to ma znaczenie, jeśli pokazuje swoją twarz, czy nie?

Cóż za niezwykły głos tego dziecka!

W dzisiejszych filmach brakuje zarówno talentów, jak i ubrań.

Masz niesamowity głos.

Kiedy zobaczymy następny film?

Dziękuję.

Ty też nie jesteś śpiący?

Jest 3 nad ranem.

Jestem w Nowym Jorku. Jest godzina 5.30 wieczorem.

Mamo.

Mamo.

Mamo, ludzie w Nowym Jorku też oglądają moje wideo.

Mama.

Dzień dobry.

Wszystko dobrze?

Tak.

Co tam u Guddu?

W porządku.

Co to jest?

Skąd się to wzięło?

Brat go wysłał.

Nikt nie używał go w swoim domu.

Czy twój brat kiedykolwiek wysłał coś nowego?

Lubi tu przysyłać śmieci.

Babka.

Pokazują film Shah Rukha Khana.

Chciałabyś obejrzeć? - Od kiedy twój wujek umarł,

nie byłam w kinie.

Mam iść? - To świetny pomysł.

Insu też chciała go obejrzeć.

Czy Insia nie ma pracy do wykonania?

Czy egzaminy z 10 klasy nie są ważne?

Filmy, telewizja, gitara ...

Porzuć je w tym roku.

A teraz ten laptop ...

Jaki z niego pożytek?

Chodź tu.

Ciężko jest znaleźć określenie dla niewykształconej dziewczyny.

Poddaje się. Nie wszyscy to robią.

Przepraszam.

Uważaj, babka.

Cześć wszystkim.

Dziękuję za wasze polubienia i komentarze.

Oto mój drugi film.

Tą piosenkę dedykuję dla mojej mamy.

Jest trochę słodka

I trochę surowa

I trochę fajna

I trochę staroświecka

Jest jak słodki, schłodzony sok

W gorący letni dzień

Jest jak ciepły koc

W mroźną zimową noc

Moja najdroższa mama

Jest moją najdroższą mamą

Moja najdroższa mama

Jest moją najdroższą mamą

Kiedy jestem zmartwiona, to płacze

I jak jestem wesoła Jej łzy sprawiają, że jej szalik jest mokry

Z każdą kroplą łez Ona tka błogosławieństwa

Czy ktoś mi powie Czy wszystkie matki są takie?

Czasami jest praktyczna

A czasami jest emocjonalna

Jej jedyny uśmiech

Usuwa wszystkie moje zmartwienia

Ona jest jak klucz główny

Co otwiera wszystkie zamki na szczęście

Umieściłam ją pod jej opieką.

Wszystkie moje kufry, pełne marzeń

Moja najdroższa mama

Jest moją najdroższą mamą

Jest moją najdroższą mamą

Jest moją najdroższą mamą

Moja najdroższa mama

Moja najdroższa mama

Moja najdroższa mama

Moja najdroższa mama

Chintan.

Czy pani na ciebie krzyczy?

Tak.

Ona krzyczy na mnie bardziej.

Hej!

Proszę pani, skończyłam.

Tak szybko? - Tak.

Pokaż mi to.

Zaczekaj, Insia.

Co to jest?

Nauczycielu, jutro przyjadę przygotowany i ponownie podejdę do testu.

Poproś mamę, żeby to podpisała.

Twoja mama prosiła mnie, abym wziął cię na tę lekcję.

Zabranie cię było stratą mojego czasu.

To nie było błaganie,

tylko podwójne opłaty, które pracowały nad tobą!

Naprawdę?

Twój ojciec płaci mi "podwójne opłaty".

Moje opłaty pochodzą z jego ciężko zarobionych pieniędzy.

Więc, zdobądź jego podpis.

Tak mi przykro, proszę pani. Nie miałam na myśli ...

Idź, zdobądź podpisy.

Przykro mi, proszę pani. Proszę...

Idź albo zadzwonię do twojego domu.

Zdobądź podpisy.

Proszę pani, ja też.

Insia, co się stało?

Przepraszam.

Hej, to ty, prawda?

Co? Co to za żarty?

A co tu robisz?

Widziałem wszystkie twoje filmy.

Miałem przeczucie, że to ty. Ponieważ rozpoznaję twój głos.

Wszyscy w szkole oglądają twoje filmy.

Kto jeszcze wie?

Nie sądzę, żeby ktokolwiek wiedział. Tylko ja.

Hej, chwileczkę!

Nie chcesz, żeby ktokolwiek wiedział, dlatego nosisz burkę, prawda?

Insu?

Chintan, proszę, weź tę gazetę i wyjdź.

I nie mów nikomu o tym, proszę.

W porządku. Nie martw się.

Trzymam w tajemnice dla siebie. Nigdy nie zdradzam niczyich sekretów.

Dzięki, Chintan.

A propos, czy mogę powiedzieć ci jeden z moich sekretów?

Pewnie.

Więc...

Co? - Nie dlatego, że jesteś supergwiazdą.

Przysięgam na Boga! Pokochałem cię wcześniej.

Musiałeś to też poczuć?

Idę. Muszę iść do domu.

Powinienem iść?

Idź.

Najma. - Tak?

Czy wziąłeś gazetę?

Gazeta nie przyszła dzisiaj.

WWitaj ponownie, chłopaki.

Wiadomości Bollywood...

Upewnij się, że odliczyłeś swoje pieniądze.

Dzisiejszy dzień nie jest świętem.

Pewnie.

- Sekretna gwiazda.

- Anonimowy, ale sławny.

- Kim jest ta tajemnicza dziewczyna, która nie pokaże nam swojej twarzy?

- Czy to jest strategia marketingowa?

- Jeśli nie, to kim jest ta osoba,

która w ciągu zaledwie czterech miesięcy podbiła Internet?

- Przyjaciele ... musieliście słyszeć...

Ojcze, popatrz na tego dinozaura ...

Przepraszam, ojcze.

Dlaczego zawsze się śpieszysz, Guddu?

- Piosenka Coco Money Singh ma milion wyświetleń.

A nasza sekretna gwiazda ma ich 35!

Co więcej,

jej piosenka "Who Am I?" na YouTube jest numerem jeden.

- Aż sam gwiazdor Amitabh Bachchan napisał na Twitterze o tej piosence.

Dziś po południu komitet Stowarzyszenia Śpiewaków z całych Indii,

zbojkotował kompozytora muzycznego, pana Shakti Kumaarr.

Komisja jest głęboko zdenerwowana sposobem, w jaki krzyczał na małe dziecko,

w programie Singing Idol.

Sytuacja jest taka,

że żaden piosenkarz nie jest gotowy zaśpiewać do nowego filmu Shakti Kumaarr.

- Teraz producent nie będzie miał innego wyboru, jak tylko go zastąpić.

Nawiasem mówiąc,

jutro odbędzie się ślub córki Zahira. Musisz przyjść.

I nie trzeba tam nosić burki.

Są bardzo nowoczesne. Nie polubią tego.

Guddu, chodź też z nami.

Cześć, proszę pani,

jestem w tobie zakochany.

Nie widziałem twojej twarzy, ale kocham twój głos.

Pa!

Kochanie, widziałem twój film.

Ukrywasz twarz, co?

Niegrzeczna, niegrzeczna!

Masz całkiem niezły głos. Nie jest zły. Masz potencjał.

Jeśli chcesz być kimś w przyszłości, zadzwoń do Shakti.

Fuj! - Mój numer to 98200 ...

Czy A.R. Rahman nie mógł zamiast tego wysłać emaila?

Idź, porozmawiaj z nim.

Co się stało?

Ojcze, mieliśmy test naukowy.

I co? Znów 50 procent?

Nie, ojcze, to był tylko test na prywatne lekcje.

Będę ciężej uczyć się do egzaminów szkolnych.

Ile zdobyłaś punktów?

-Trzydzieści. -Z?

Stu.

Oblałaś?

Tak ojcze.

Ale był to test niezapowiedziany.

Byłam zupełnie nieprzygotowana.

Gdybym wiedziała wcześniej, byłabym przygotowana.

Potrzebuję twojego podpisu.

Ojcze, zobacz, jak surowo to ocenia.

Daj mi gitarę.

Co?

Ojcze, przepraszam.

Będę dobrze się uczyć do egzaminów szkolnych. Zdobędę 70 procent.

70 procent? Przecież oblałaś!

Powiedziałem, przynieś mi swoją gitarę.

Przepraszam, Ojcze.

Nie każ mi pytać ponownie.

Nie ograniczaj tego, dopóki ci nie powiem.

Jaki to ma związek z moimi egzaminami?

Nawet jeśli bym nie grała, wciąż mogłabym oblać!

Insu! Czy tak się rozmawia ze swoim ojcem?

Przeproś go. Słuchaj. - Co powiedziałaś?

Przepraszam.

To tylko dziecko. Zostaw ją.

Czy wyświadczasz mi przysługę, przepraszając?

Przepraszam. - Zostaw ją.

Insu.

Dlaczego mnie denerwujesz, Chintan? Idź stąd.

Przepraszam. Trzymaj się.

Say 'Who's there'.

I have a great 'knock, knock' joke.

Why are you bugging me, Chintan?

"Hi, Insia!"

"I see you're in a bad mood."

"I'm a lollipop."

"Why don't you eat me?"

Are you a pet dog? Why do you always follow me?

Why are you so obsessed with me? What's your problem?

I've told you off four times since morning.

But you don't understand. Because you have no self-respect.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm extremely sorry.

You're looking like a star.

Come on... hurry up.

How much longer?

I'm coming. Just a minute longer.

Insu, eat your food.

And serve grand-aunt, too.

We'll be late.

Shall we go? - Yes.

Will you come like this?

What's wrong?

Something's missing.

Wear that gold necklace your father gave you, the cheap one.

Otherwise, people will think

that this engineer husband can't even buy his wife a necklace.

I don't know where I've kept it.

If I start looking for it now, it'll get very late.

Let's go. - It's not like we live in a palace!

It's a small house.

Look for it. I'll wait.

I remember now.

It's in the bank locker.

Have you taken sleeping pills?

We gave up the locker four months ago.

Don't waste time. Go... find it.

Actually, I forgot to tell you.

I left it at my brother's house.

You had worn it on Eid. We haven't met your brother after that.

Don't bullshit me!

Go inside.

I said, find it. That's it!

Nonsense! - Come, I'll help you find it.

I'll wait here.

Mom, you sold the necklace to buy the laptop?

What else could I do? There was nothing else to sell.

Why did you sell the gold necklace?

What should we tell Father now?

I don't know, Insu.

What should we do?

I'll say that I've kept it somewhere. I can't find it.

Will Father believe you?

I don't know, Insu.

I don't know what to say.

I'll have to say something. There's no other way out.

I'll say I've misplaced it.

Let's try that.

I'm looking for it. I'll find it.

Insu, look there in that box.

I must've kept it there.

Look in that box below.

Can't find it.

Sell the house next without asking me.

Father, listen... - Did I speak to you?

Father, but... - Did I speak to you?

I was going to tell you.

Father... listen...

Father, I had insisted... Listen, Father.

Stand here.

Father, listen to me.

I'll definitely sell the laptop tomorrow.

And we will buy a similar necklace.

Father, it's my fault, not hers.

Insia, take Guddu and go inside.

I'm telling you the truth. Mom had nothing to do with this.

Didn't you hear me? Take Guddu and go inside.

Father, it's not her fault.

I'm responsible for this.

Do you want your brother to see this?

Do you?

You should definitely be seeing this because it's all your fault.

She really had nothing to do with this.

Father...

Insu.

Take Guddu inside.

Go. Go inside.

- Tell me, what else you have sold.

- Don't tell me later, you sold this and that and forgot to tell me.

- What are you looking down for?

- Look at me. I'm asking you something.

- Yes? I'm asking you.

- Answer me.

- Tell me.

- Who am I? Am I a dog?

- Am I your servant?

- Put a leash around my neck and tie me outside.

- Is this what I'm worth?

- Who do you think I am?

- Will you say something?

- Or have you gone mute? Mistake? How?

- How? Did it happen on its own?

- You must've planned it.

- So you didn't plan it?

- Was it involuntary?

- Tell me.

Father, stop it, please.

I don't want the laptop. You can sell it.

I'm admitting that it's my fault.

Right. The laptop.

Where is it?

Najma. Go and get the laptop.

Laptop.

Hurry up.

Throw it out.

Why are you looking at her?

Oh, right! It's your laptop.

And you are the one who wanted it. So, you should throw it out.

Today, let's turn to page number 22 of our Gujarati textbooks.

We shall recite this beautiful poem called

Mane Joine Udi Jata Pakshi.

Which means, the birds who fly at my sight.

You are angry, right? Because you insulted me in front of everyone?

You are the one who should be angry.

I'm sorry.

Actually, that was my trick.

Yes, I do the same thing with my mom.

When she's in a bad mood, I try to cheer her up.

Instead, she yells at me.

And when she does that, she releases her anger.

Then she's back to normal.

So, I thought I should use the same trick on you.

No problem. It's okay.

Flatbread?

It's the best flatbread in the universe.

Then I'll have to eat it.

You both are friends now, right?

You read his tweet?

I read all your tweets. And the ones by your fans, too.

That music composer, Shakti Kumaarr,

has also sent you a tweet.

Call him.

You can be a playback singer in his film.

I won't call him.

Why? - He's not a nice man.

Do you know him?

No!

Then how do you know that he's not a nice person?

I've seen it on the news.

And his wife left him, too.

So, he must not be a nice man.

My mom left my dad, too.

But he is not a bad man.

My mom told me.

I'm sorry, Chintan... I didn't know.

It's not your fault.

Mom tells me, it's nobody's fault.

Will you do me a favor?

Sure, tell me.

My laptop broke.

Will you check my email?

And post on Facebook and Twitter

that I won't be uploading videos for some time.

Due to some personal problem.

And, do you want to say anything to Shakti Kumaarr?

Insia, what's your password?

Give me a pen.

Go... sit!

Chintan.

Chintan! - Yes?

Your stop.

Oh... I see.

I'll get off at the next stop.

Next stop... for sure.

What's your mom like?

Mom is like a child.

What do you mean?

You know how children are cute but so naive.

Always scared.

And very stupid.

You have to always explain what's right for them, and what's not.

Yet they never get it.

Mom is exactly like that.

Absolutely stupid.

How do you know?

Know what?

About children.

Do you have any?

I'm sorry. I'm just joking.

There are two boys.

This one beats the other.

And he falls into the water...

Salam, Father.

Salam.

How are you, child?

I'm fine. Guddu, open your mouth.

What are we celebrating?

Aunt, I've got that job in Riyadh.

In one of the Sheikh's oil rigs.

As a senior engineer.

Very good.

Did you hear? - Yes.

Here, have some.

That's such good news.

I'll make a thanks-giving prayer tomorrow at the mausoleum.

Why not?

And tonight, we'll all eat out.

You come too.

Okay, Father.

Here, take it.

You've grown up so much.

In these last few months, enjoy your freedom.

Then you'll have to start a new life in a new country.

Right?

Did you know, Zahir's friend lives there?

He's the vice president of the company I'll be working for.

He has a son.

Razzaq.

He has a travel agency.

He also has a license for Hajj tours.

He's a good boy. You will like him.

Look. He has also sent some photographs.

You knew all along, didn't you?

That if Father got this job, we'll all have to move with him to Saudi Arabia.

I didn't think he'd get the job, Insu.

Forget it, Mom. I don't want to talk to you.

At least listen to me... - Mom, please.

Insu.

Everything will be okay.

What will be okay?

How?

Mom, I'm telling you let's run away.

Where will we go, Insu?

How does it matter?

Anyway, in this house, no one cares about us.

He just cares about Guddu, doesn't he? We'll leave Guddu behind.

What rubbish, Insu!

If we leave Guddu here,

he will grow up to be exactly like his father.

So what's the point of our lives?

That we make Guddu two percent better than him?

What about our lives?

Insu.

Some things are beyond our control.

Wrong, Mom. Wrong!

Everything is in our control.

There's nothing that we can't do.

I'm telling you, Mom. I'm not going to Saudi Arabia.

I'll run away.

And you shouldn't go either.

Mom, I'll plan something.

Insu... - Insu... Insu... Insu!

It's useless talking to you.

Shakti Kumaarr's lifehas taken a new twist.

The Mumbai Family Court has ruled against him.

And his wife has won the case.

His wife's lawyer, Sheena Sabavala, has proved in the court,

that he has not one, not two, but three affairs!

And that too, simultaneously!

Here's what Shakti Kumaarr had to say.

Sir, you lost the case. How do you feel?

Bullshit. It's all rubbish.

My wife's lawyer, Sheena Sabavala,has lied in court.

I will appeal to the Supreme court.

But are the rumors about your affairs true?

Shut up, you... - Sir, please, sir.

Now, let's meet the enemy of such men, Sheena Sabavala.

Ma'am, tell us aboutShakti Kumaarr's case.

Shakti Kumaarr is an ill-mannered and disgusting man.

I'm very happy with the court's decision.

It's important to teach a lesson to men like Shakti.

If I'm not mistaken

this is Advocate Sheena Sabavala's11th victory this year.

Which means, she has ruined the lives of 11 men in this one year alone.

Sheena Sabavala has a perfect track record in family court.

Whether she's up against a music composer or a mafia don,

So, all the menwho are watching this show...

Chintan.

Come.

I have some work. You carry on.

Okay.

I've saved it. It's in 'contacts'.

But... there's a problem.

What's the problem?

I recharge the phone with my allowance.

There's no money left on the phone, and I'm broke.

So, I can't call?

No. You can give him a missed call. - A missed call?

Why will he call me back?

He will. Give it a try.

How do you know he will call back?

I have my fingers crossed!

Try once more, please.

I'm sorry. Tomorrow I'll take an advance on my allowance.

It's okay. Forget it.

Chintan, go home.

Don't irritate me. I want to be alone.

I'm headed to your building.

My friend stays there.

Which friend?

Jignesh.

There's no Jignesh in my building.

Oh, sorry.

I thought every building in Baroda would have at least one Jignesh.

Chintan, please don't try your tricks on me again.

Go home. - I'm sorry.

Insia... Insu...

He called back. Come quickly!

Hello. Mr. Shakti?

Insia Mallik...

My videos are on the internet by the name of Secret Superstar.

Yes sir, the girl in the burqa.

Sorry, it's my friend's phone.

There's no calling balance on his phone. So...

Sir, Baroda.

Today?

Not today, sir.

Tomorrow?

Yes, sir. Tomorrow.

But sir, I have one condition.

If the recording goes well, then you have to help me.

That I'll tell you tomorrow.

Promise, sir?

A real promise?

Thank you, sir.

Sir, can I... can you call me back in two minutes, please?

Thank you, sir.

He wants me to go to Mumbai tomorrow, to record a song.

Chintan, how will I go?

By aeroplane.

Yes, I know.

He said he'll book the flight and send an airport pickup.

You'll have to skip school tomorrow.

I'll give you the class notes.

And anyway, you don't do your assignments.

By the time school finishes, you come back.

What if someone sees me?

You are the 'Secret Superstar'. 'Secret!'

There's one more problem.

I've never flown before.

- I'll make a plan by tomorrow.

Insu, wait... - Mom, I'm getting late.

Bye, Insu. - Wait for two minutes.

Hang on.

At least take your lunch box.

- Your mom drops you off at the bus stop. So, you have to get on it.

- Don't worry about the ticket. - Here's your ticket.

- I'll get its printout.

Come on, Insu. Hurry up!

- The bus drops us off inside the school gate.

- So, you'll have to make your escape from school.

- As soon as you reach school, go to the girls toilet.

- And, jump out from there.

Oh, no!

- I know an escape route.

- I figured in case of a terrorist attack, I must have an escape plan.

Chintan, there's a lock on this! - Lock?

Now what?

I'll think of something.

I'll be late for the flight.

It won't break!

What are you doing?

Wait.

You'll have to jump the wall.

Have you lost it?

Do you have a better idea?

How will I get back inside?

I have eight hours to figure that out.

I'll think of something.

Come on, give me your bag.

Put one foot here.

And one foot there.

Yes.

Land on your feet or else you will hurt yourself.

Are you okay?

Yes, and you?

I'm fine.

Listen...

Yes?

The airport, please.

Please drive faster.

- At the airport, show your school ID and ticket.

Stop!

- If questioned, say that your grandfather is unwell.

Are you traveling alone?

My grandfather is unwell.

Okay.

- At the airline counter, ask for a window seat.

Mister, that's my seat.

It's a short flight. Sit anywhere you want.

But the window seat is mine.

How does it matter?

I'm already sitting here. You sit there.

Mister, that's my seat. Get up!

- Don't forget to fasten your seat belt.

- When the plane takes off, you'll see...

- how big the world is and how small Baroda is.

- Your bad mood, your father, Ms. Sheetal...

- leaving everyone behind, you will fly away.

- I'll wave to you from down here, but you won't be able to see me.

Do you need an auto-rickshaw?

A taxi?

A hotel?

Where do you want to go?

Secret Superstar?

No.

I'm the airport pickup.

I'm Ranjeet.

Come.

Has Shakti Kumaarr sent you?

Yes, ma'am. Shakti Kumaarr has sent me.

Now, shall we? Or else we'll be late.

Come on.

Unions don't operate on relationships, but money.

Give as much as you want.

I'll call you back.

What a voice!

My pleasure to meet you, kiddo.

What an interesting journey!

Baroda, Burqa, YouTube, Shakti Kumaarr and then...

Superstar!

I'll host a launch event for you. At a five-star hotel. Big time!

Industry, media, trade.

I'll buy the front page of Mumbai Times for you.

Babes, don't mind, but your name is low on glamour.

What does it mean? Your name? Insia?

It means 'woman'.

Oh! Woman...

Woman.

It sounds awful and it's meaning is worse.

What about Shabnam?

Too old fashioned.

Sunny? - That name has been taken.

Natashha!

Natashha with a double H.

N-A-T-A-S-S-H-A. Natashha.

Sir.

I'm sorry but my identity needs to remain a secret.

If my dad finds out, I'll be dead meat.

Look, sooner or later the media will find out.

Whether I tell them or not.

Anyway, we are short on time. The shoot for the song is in two days.

The album releases in two weeks. And the film, in two months.

And you have to get back to school in six hours.

Ali, play the song.

I'll speak your words

I'll sing your praises

I'll adorn myselfWith the colors of your love

Oh, I dance wild and free

For you, my sexy lover!

My sexy lover!

My sexy lover!

It's a superhit, kiddo.

Everything is by the grace of God.

On the mic, kiddo.

Ranjeet, take her to the mic. - Okay.

Come on.

Ali, is everything ready? - Yes, sir.

Okay, well done.

It's definitely a hit, kiddo. A superhit!

Just sing it.

Come on, go for it.

Sir, I need two minutes.

Let's start. Ready. Come on.

Go for it, kiddo.

Not like this, kiddo.

Don't you get it?

Do one thing. Start from the verse.

We'll patch the moaning later. - Yes, sir.

I'll speak your words

I'll sing your praises

I'll adorn myself with...

This is not a hymn, kiddo.

Sing it with feeling. Get the feeling of the song.

I'll speak your words

I'll sing your praises

You are making a mistake.

You are singing from your head.

Do you know where you should be singing from?

Heart, sir. From the heart.

Doomed!

She wants to sing from the heart.

You don't have to sing from your heart, kiddo.

You have to sing with your body.

Meaning? - Body language.

Body language.

Okay?

You know what, you need to loosen up. Open up a little.

Try jogging.

Jogging? - Yes.

Where? - Right there. Spot jogging.

Come on, I'll show you.

Yes, go for it. Knees up.

Yes, well done. Very good.

Come on. Very good, kiddo. Buck up, India... buck up, India.

I'll praise your words I'll word your song

Come on. Go for it.

I'll...

I'll sing your praises

I'll adorn myself

Listen, you won't be able to do it.

Ranjeet will drop you off to the airport.

There's a huge difference between singing at home,

and singing in front of the mic.

It's not everyone's cup of tea.

You... go back to school.

Sir, I need to use the toilet.

- You know Insu, earlier, he made such good songs.

- But nowadays, when I listen to his songs,

- it feels like he has remixed some really nice song,

- and that nice song never got made.

I told you, she's not good enough.

But you didn't listen.

As it is, no one wants to work with you.

Why are you trying to destroy my film?

I'll find someone. - Who are you going to find?

Should I sing it by myself?

Please leave this film. Spare me. - Sir.

Sir, can you step out for a minute, please?

What is it?

I want to talk to you in private.

What's up? What's the problem?

Sir, I feel the problem is not with me, it's with your song.

I see.

You mean there's no problem with you.

The problem is with my song.

Wow... wow! Amazing! I like it!

That's a new one. Amazing!

Sir, I'm not a professional singer. - I can see that.

Sir, actually I'm a listener.

Ever since I was born...

my mom made me listen to Bollywood songs... new, old, all!

So?

What am I supposed to do?

I've no interest in your nonsense.

But you should be interested in my nonsense!

I read in the news,

that the Singers' Association has boycotted you.

Who are they to boycott me? I boycott them. Scram! Boycott!

Sir, let me finish.

Your song is a romantic song, but the tune is upbeat.

The lyrics are good, but you've ruined them with innuendos.

It feels like a remixed version of a great song, which never got made!

My mom says that, too.

This song should be one

from the heart... - 2007.

What?

I made this song ten years ago in 2007.

This is the remix version.

The producer kept asking for a party song.

I spun it around.

This isn't the original.

Your words and thoughtsWill flow from me

In your praise and devotionWill I always sing

In robes weaved of your love I'll dress myself

And merge into your colors

With ornaments bejeweled with your love I'll decorate myself

And merge into your radiance

I dance wild and free

Adorned in you, my love!

Sir, this is what I will sing.

Exactly this way.

Nowadays, everyone wants a fast song.

Sir, that's not true.

Have you heard the songs of Aashiqui 2?

There are no fast songs in the album. Yet it was a super hit.

So sir, let me try it once.

I'll sing it just the way you did.

The producer won't agree.

Sir, let me try once.

Not with 'body language', but from the heart.

Just once. For my sake?

I see.

For your sake?

Sir, it's a lovely song.

But can I remove the word 'sexy', please?

Shakti had added that word.

Remove it.

Ali, cancel this session.

Load the one from 2007. The old one.

I'm trying a new version. Check it out.

Sir, the slow version?

Why? Do you have a problem?

Your words and thoughts Will flow from me

In your praise and devotion Will I always sing

In robes weaved of your love I'll dress myself

And merge into your colors

With ornaments bejeweled with your love I'll decorate myself

And merge into your radiance

I dance wild and free Adorned in you, my love

I dance wild and free Resonating with you, my love

I've lost my bearings The world taunts

I'm beyond consciousness, beyond reason I've lost myself, they say

I've lost my identity to you They scorn me

But what do they know The mysteries of this heart?

By losing myself

And realizing you

I've found myself, I'm complete I'm one with myself.

I'll abandon all ties And come to you

All evil aimed at you Let it befall me

In robes weaved of your love I'll dress myself

And merge into your colors

With ornaments bejeweled with your love I'll decorate myself

And merge into your radiance

I dance wild and free Adorned in you, my love

I dance wild and free Resonating with you, my love

I dance wild and free Adorned in you, my love

I dance wild and free Resonating with you, my love

Wow!

You have no idea how I'm feeling right now.

I feel as though this was the first recording of my life.

You won't understand.

Sir, actually this really was the first recording of my life.

With ornaments bejeweled with your love I'll decorate myself

Sir, I want to discuss something with you.

Yes, tell me. What is it?

Sir, I want your help.

Your fees, yes. Sorry.

Your friend's name is... Yes, Chintan.

Should I send him your check? - No, sir. I don't want money.

I just need your help.

Kiddo, once this song releases, you won't need anyone's help.

Producers and music composers will line up outside your house.

Sir, aren't you divorced?

What do you mean?

Your wife left you.

She's taken your kids, too.

Yes, so?

I want to meet your wife's lawyer.

I want to get my parents divorced.

What? Why?

I'm sorry. I can understand.

Don't worry. I'll help you.

I'll call my lawyer right away. Kamlesh is a fantastic lawyer.

No, sir. Not your lawyer. But your wife's lawyer.

Who? Sheena Sabavala?

She's crazy.

Sir, you promised.

Yes, and I'm not refusing you.

I'm helping you.

Hi, Kamlesh. - Your 'fantastic' lawyer lost your case.

Kamlesh... listen... I'll... I'll call you back.

What do you mean by 'Who?' Don't pretend you don't know. Hello!

I know you're busy. I'm not free either.

I haven't called for small talk.

I have important work. Need to meet.

We'll talk when we meet.

No, this isn't about my divorce.

It's another matter.

It's about a girl...

Age? What's your age? - I'm 15.

She's 15 years old.

How can you even think like that?

You've gone crazy. You're mad!

I will take you to the Supreme Court.

I tried. You saw me.

You saw what happened.

Hello, Sheena.

Listen to me.

I'm an ill-mannered person. You're right.

Listen to me, babes! I'm begging you.

Not for me. It's for this little girl. This innocent child.

Please.

She just needs half an hour. That's all.

Can we come now?

Next month?

No, babes, that's too late.

Next week? It's an emergency.

Next week?

Next week, good.

Witch!

So, see you next week.

I'll send your ticket to your boyfriend.

What's his name? Yes, Chintan.

Sir, he's not my boyfriend. - What?

He's not your boyfriend?

Then why are you blushing?

Chintan!

Mom, the materials I need for my project are missing.

Insu. We bought it just a few days ago.

Where can it disappear? Did you leave it in school?

Mom, how will I complete my school project now?

Guddu, get ready for bed.

Guddu...

Have you seen my glue bottle?

And my brown tape?

No?

Do you want me to slap you?

Mom, tell him not to touch my stuff.

Guddu, how many times have I told you not to touch her things?

I was making a gift for Insu.

There's no need to make me a gift.

Airport, please.

Come, kiddo.

Babe, tell Sheena that Shakti is here.

She's busy.

Please wait. - Oh. Busy?

"Please wait."

Come, kiddo.

Oh my... I'm heart broken.

No, thanks.

I'm better off "thirsty".

You go.

Ma'am.

My dad...

he beats my mother... for every little thing.

Once, Mom forgot to turn on the water heater.

He fractured her bone.

Babes, have you heard my new song?

Which one, 'Soft and Tender'?

No, that's old now.

The new song is...

'Rough and Ready'.

Look, Insia. This is a difficult case.

Firstly, Guddu and you are minors.

Furthermore, your mom's financial situation isn't strong.

Anyway, I will prepare a file for you.

Take it home.

Read it to your mom and tell her what's written in it.

Explain it to her. Okay?

And then get her to sign on it.

Alright, ma'am.

The lines on your palm tells me that there's a new love in your life.

Here.

Ma'am, I can't afford your fees...

Don't worry. She's a very cheap lawyer.

I'll handle it. Come.

Listen.

No, dear. I was talking to him.

Perhaps you are not as bad as you seem.

Sir, may I ask you something?

Why are you helping me?

Kiddo, actually...

Our stories are very similar.

How's that?

You know, in the past ten years, I've been divorced twice.

My brother sued me.

I pretty much have no family.

This film industry is my family. It's my mom, sister., family..

And, this film industry too, has never given me an ounce of love.

They nominate me every year,

but have never given me an award.

How does this make our stories similar?

Anyways...

how did you learn to play the guitar?

I was six years old.

My mom got me a guitar.

Sir, I want to relocate to Mumbai.

With my mom.

I want proper training in music.

Then, maybe I can be a part of Singing Idol, too.

Kids like you don't need Singing Idol.

Then how will I become a superstar?

You will become one anyway.

Talented kids like you are...

How do I explain?

You are like bubbles in soda.

You see these bubbles?

It's rising one by one, right?

So?

Talented kids are like that.

They rise like this. On their own.

Nothing can stop them.

No problem, kiddo.

Just call me if you have any problems, okay?

Tell Chintan to give me a missed call once you've reached home safely.

Take care, kiddo.

Mom, get down, I want to talk to you.

Not now, Insu.

Hurry up and start chopping the vegetables.

Mom, get down.

Not now. Later... - Mom, it's very important. Get down.

Goodness.

What is it?

Sit.

Mom, I... I had gone to Mumbai.

Shakti Kumaarr, the composer, had sent me an email.

He called me to Mumbai to record a song.

The recording went very well.

After that Mr. Shakti got me to meet a lawyer.

She's a famous lawyer in Mumbai.

She has given me these divorce papers.

Please take a look at them.

Mom, please leave Dad.

Then we won't have to go to Saudi Arabia.

I'll become a famous singer.

And Mr. Shakti said that he would help.

You went to Mumbai?

When?

Last week. And today.

Mom, the plan is ready.

In a plane?

Alone?

And school?

Mom, I was going to tell you, but... - Have you grown up so much,

that you'll go to Mumbai alone?

You'll get your parents divorced?

But Mom, I told you that I had a plan.

What were you thinking?

If something had happened to you, how would I know?

You met a lawyer, too!

What were you thinking?

You thought, you'll get your parents divorced?

Did you ask me whether I want a divorce or not?

And what is this nonsense about divorce?

What has your dad done?

Don't you know what he has done?

He beats you up all the time.

He has a bad temper.

-He doesn't have control. Which man... -Please, Mom!

What sort of a life are we living?

We aren't even allowed to breathe.

Now, he will take us to Saudi.

Marry me off to someone like him. Without even asking me.

-I'll suffer the same fate as you. -Insu.

Everyone has their limitations. - But I don't, Mom.

Mom, trust me. I'll make everything okay.

What will you do?

My father didn't ask me before getting me married.

My daughter didn't ask me if I want a divorce.

No one cares about what I want.

Whatever, Mom!

I won't go to Saudi. - That's it, Insu.

This is my world.

And this is your world, too!

And in our reality, I've given you as much freedom as I could.

But, don't dream of flying beyond this.

Don't!

We are going to Saudi with your dad.

I won't let your education stop, I promise.

But my dream of becoming a singer will never come true.

Don't argue with me.

We are going to Saudi with your dad.

I won't go to Saudi.

I can't believe how you can be so stupid.

Doesn't it make any difference to you?

My life will be wasted, Mom.

You are such a coward that you can't do anything for your daughter!

The gift?

It isn't ready yet.

Give it to me. It's not done yet.

Insia.

Now apologize to your mom.

I won't apologize to mom.

It's her fault. Not mine.

Her biggest mistake is that she gave birth to you.

Your dad had said,

"What will you do with a girl?"

"Abort her."

Najma was adamant.

Everyone beat her up.

They dragged her to the doctor.

Then?

The doctor said, "It's late today."

"We will operate on her tomorrow."

They kept her in the hospital all night.

Didn't you say anything?

I constantly wonder

why my mother didn't abort me?

What good has my life been?

And mom? The operation?

The next day, when we went to the hospital,

your mom had escaped.

Ten months later,

when she returned with you,

she said, "Next time if it's a girl, we could abort."

"Let's keep her."

"This is my Insia."

Where was I born?

And where was Mom?

How does it matter?

After all, it's your mom's fault, not yours. Right?

Why should you apologize?

Listen.

Najma never wanted you to know all this.

Don't tell her you know.

Do you understand?

But...

The joy I'm having in telling you this

is nothing compared to the joy your mom gets in keeping this from you.

This great big world Suddenly seems so small

I took flight only to crash Into a glass ceiling

O my heart, stop insisting

O my heart, stop insisting

Lock your cage from within

Along with your dreams

O my heart, stop insisting

O my heart, stop insisting

Lock your cage from within

Along with your dreams

I've spoken to Sheena.

There are many ways. You can lodge a police complaint.

A children's organization here can help you.

There's Sheena.

There's me. You don't need to waste your life.

Sir, my mom didn't give up on me.

It's my turn now.

How can I desert her?

But...

What about you, Insia?

Why are you wasting your talent?

O my heart, stop insisting

O my heart, stop insisting

Lock your cage from within

Along with your dreams

Along with your dreams

Secret Superstar!

Friends, a few months ago,

a mystery girl wearing a burqa,

uploaded her songs on her YouTube channel.

These videos became so popular that even celebrities and politicians

appreciated and shared them.

But a few weeks ago, this YouTube channel went dormant.

No more songs!

There was silence on her YouTube, Facebook, Twitter pages.

'Come Back Secret Superstar' pages began trending,

and all her fans were upset.

But today, there is reason to rejoice.

Because our Secret Superstar has set foot into the world of Bollywood.

Let's talk to Shakti Kumaarr about her.

- Sir, tell us something about the Secret Superstar.

There's a pain in her voice that stems from her heart.

Her eyes have a passion that transcends into her voice.

She's blessed by Jesus. She's a gifted child... gifted!

What's her real name?

How does it matter?

Her voice is real!

Will she sing more songs for you?

God willing!

'I dance!'

'I dance!'

Your words and thoughts Will flow from me

In your praise and devotion Will I always sing

In robes weaved of your love I'll dress myself

And merge into your colors

Insu...

Mom, I don't want to dream any more.

Isn't school over?

No, Dad.

Today is the last day.

When are your exams starting?

From the fifth of the next month.

And when do they end?

On the 20th.

Alright, I'll book the tickets for 20th.

Start packing.

Don't leave anything for the last minute.

Okay?

I'll write it. You wrote even the last time.

It's my turn now.

-My turn. -No.

Shall I write something?

Are your tickets booked?

Insu.

Shall we go?

Ma'am, just a minute.

I'm Chintan.

Insia's friend.

The 'pav bhaji' that you sent for lunch the other day was amazing.

I didn't let Insia have it.

I finished everything.

Will you have ice cream?

No.

Ma'am, today is the last day of school.

So, if you don't mind, can Insia and I go for ice cream?

We'll be back in ten minutes.

Promise. Please?

Please?

Go. - Thank you, ma'am. Let's go.

Go. - Come.

Go! - Come on.

Listen.

Your dad has gone to Ahmedabad.

He'll return late at night.

You can stay out longer, but come back by evening.

Come.

Babes, your song has become a superhit.

Yes, sir. I've seen it.

It's always shown on TV.

And Mom has bought its CD.

- There's more good news.

What? - Glamour Awards has nominated you.

Best Singer.

What? Really?

And me, too. - Wow, sir.

I can't believe it.

When is it?

On the 20th. In Mumbai.

You should come.

No, sir. I won't be able to come. You know that.

But you will surely win the award.

Fat chance.

No, sir. Don't say that.

I'm sure, you will win it this time.

Listen.

Don't forget me when you go to Saudi.

Keep in touch.

How can I forget you?

You have done so much for me.

God bless, kiddo.

Don't be sad.

You are anyway the best singer.

And you, a best friend.

Let's celebrate today.

What?

I read on twitter...

"Don't cry it's over, smile it happened."

You read this on Twitter? - Yes.

Who tweeted it?

Break up Quotations.

At 7.30 in the morning

At 4.45 in the evening

When the first rains fall

When the summer holidays Come to an end

Sometimes in joy Sometimes in sorrow

And sometimes for no reason at all

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you

Whenever I pass by your house

I'll wait a little for you

I know, I won't see you there

I know, I'll end up getting delayed

When I have tea and cookies In the morning

When I have cold coffee In the evening

When it is your birthday

When it is my birthday

31st December, 14th February, Festival of Nine Nights

I love you

I love you

How did your exam go?

Good.

I'm going to Mumbai.

To attend the Glamour Awards.

Mr. Shakti has arranged a pass for me.

I love you

I love you

Sir, load this too.

Careful.

I need to use the toilet.

Hold this.

Watch the luggage.

I...

Ma'am, my husband has gone to the toilet.

He'll be back in two minutes.

No problem. Please step out of the queue.

No... please check these.

Mom, don't worry. I'll take care of it.

From here to Mumbai, then Mumbai to Riyadh.

You'll get the boarding passes to Riyadh at the Mumbai International airport.

You'll have to check in your bags again at Mumbai airport.

I have another request.

These three seats together.

And these two seats behind them.

Okay, ma'am.

Done?

Come on, then.

It happens every time.

Someone takes my window seat.

That's my seat.

Come, take the window seat.

Monali Thakur, Sudha Venkat, Geet Singhal, have been joined this time,

by our first-time nominee, Secret Superstar.

For her beautiful song...

Secret Superstar sings really well. - Yes.

She'll definitely win the award.

Yes, she should win the award.

Where are the rest of the passengers?

Hello! - Yes.

Why don't you dive into the television?

Come on.

Guddu, move to the side.

Stand here or you'll get hurt.

Sir, this needs a fragile tag. - Okay.

On these two as well. - I'll do it. Don't worry.

Sir, you have extra baggage.

You'll have to pay for it.

What rubbish!

Every bag is under 25kg. I weighed them myself.

Sir, it is not about the weight.

You have an extra bag.

You are allowed to check in ten bags, but you've checked in eleven bags.

How much will I have to pay?

Sir, 4,500 rupees.

What's this?

Where has this come from?

Tell me. - It's Insu's guitar.

So? Are we taking her there to play the guitar?

When will you both stop obsessing over the guitar?

Insia.

Pick up the guitar.

Yes... and dump it in the dustbin.

Over there.

There is no need for a guitar there.

Do you think I'll pay 5,000 rupees for that junk?

Listen...

Insu has nothing but her guitar.

There's so much luggage anyway, so let's take her guitar too.

It's not a guitar, it's junk.

The same junk that's in both your heads.

It's not junk.

It's Insu's guitar.

If you say the word 'guitar' once more,

you have no idea, how hard I'll slap you right here.

Get it?

In fact, it's not even a guitar.

It's Insia's dream.

And without dreams there's no point to anything.

Neither to sleep, nor to wake up.

Neither to live, nor to die.

To dream is a basic right.

Everyone should be allowed this much. - Hey!

Have you lost it?

I've told you once that the guitar will stay here. That's it!

Alright.

The guitar will stay here.

Along with Insu,

Guddu,

and me.

We are not coming to Riyadh with you.

Hold it!

There are cameras everywhere.

If you hit me,

we'll take the footage from security and upload it on YouTube.

Insu has a channel on it.

Haven't you seen it on TV?

The burqa clad girl.

The one who sings and plays the guitar.

She has millions of fans.

They'll all see you.

Before any of this happens,

it's best that you go to Riyadh.

Enough is enough! Stop this nonsense.

I'm your husband.

You can't move from here without my permission.

Hold this, Insu.

What's happening? Can't you hear me?

Can't you hear or have you gone deaf?

Why are you opening this bag?

What's this?

What file is this?

Can't you hear me? I'm talking to you. Look here.

What are you doing?

What file is this? What are you signing on?

What are you signing on?

What's this?

I can't read.

You can.

It's written here that if I complain to the police,

you'll be arrested.

You'll definitely lose the children.

I might get your house, too.

If you get arrested, you'll lose your job in Riyadh.

And your life will be ruined.

Why take the risk?

It's best you go from here and leave us alone.

Come on, Insu.

- Sir, are you checking in?

- Shall I give your boarding passes?

- You are blocking the queue. Are you going to board the flight?

Excuse me, sir. I'm talking to you.

I can hear you!

I'm not deaf!

Najma!

Where are you going? Listen to me.

The passports and luggage are lying there.

Insia, explain to your mom.

It's all about the guitar, right?

We'll take the guitar along.

Listen, I'm ready to take the guitar.

Ma'am, once you step out, you won't be allowed back in.

Nothing could be better than that.

Najma!

Listen to me!

But Mom...

What will we do now?

Where will we go?

Ma'am, may I use your cell phone to make a call?

It's urgent, please. Just one call.

Thank you so much.

Insu.

Call Shakti Kumaarr.

It's the night of the awards, right? Let's just go there for now.

We'll figure the rest later.

When will they be here?

Any minute.

How are you?

Insia's mom, I'm very happy to meet you.

Fantastic!

Shakti's entry.

Hold it.

Where are your passes?

Don't you recognize her?

No.

Wait.

She's the YouTube singer.

- If you are done with your nonsense, can we do some important work?

- Yes, of course. Let's get on with what we've been paid for.

Monali Thakur.

What rubbish!

It's all rubbish.

Ever since I was a little girl

and used to sing on stage,

I had just one dream.

To win these awards.

And every time I'm in the audience

and the nominations were announced,

I always wish that I win, not anyone else.

But, this time...

something didn't feel right.

Today,

amongst us,

there's a new star.

And compared to her voice,

my voice seems to pale.

Secret Superstar...

If you're here amongst us today,

please come up,

and collect your award.

Because I...

I can't accept this award.

Go on.

Go. They're calling you.

Insu, go.

Secret Superstar, are you here?

Is Secret Superstar there?

Secret Superstar...

Are you here?

The Secret Superstar is here.

Put a spotlight on her.

Give her a big hand.

Move the jib! Cameras on her!

Insu, go. - Insu, go.

You should go. - They're calling you. Go.

Go.

Claim your window seat.

You all think that I'm the 'Secret Superstar'.

But I'm not.

I was six years old

when mom got me a guitar.

How?

She stole money from my dad's wallet.

She had a necklace.

Her last ornament.

She sold that and bought me a laptop.

Dad wanted to end my story when I was in my mom's womb.

But she didn't let it happen.

My mom has written my story.

And she continues to write it.

Singing songs and winning awards, have always been my dream.

But some people aren't allowed to dream.

The freedom to dream...

Well, my mom gave me that, too.

So, who's the superstar here?

Me?

Or my mom?

Mom...

You are not stupid.

You're a genius.

You are not a coward.

You're a fighter.

You aren't childish at all, Mom.

You are the world's best mom.

She's my dearestMy mom

She's my dearestMy mom

She's my dearestMy mom

She's my dearestMy mom

Friends, this is Shakti Kumaarr's first YouTube video.

And I dedicate it to the Secret Superstar,

whom I launched!

So, presenting my new song,

fresh off the block, recorded just yesterday.

I'll speak your words

I'll sing your praises

I'll adorn myself With the colors of your love

I'll dance like you

I'll sway like you

I'll adorn myself With the jewels of your love

I dance wild and free

I dance wild and free For you, my sexy lover

Oh, my sexy lover

Oh, my sexy lover

Oh, my sexy lover

Go for it!

Let's go

Everybody in the house

Very hot, whiskey shot Got me high without a sip

I'm doomed now Left to lay in the fields

I've got cash, you have beautiful lips Let's meet and party hard

Chicken roast, manchurian I'll have a go at them both

I search for you

I search for you everywhere My sexy lover

Oh, my sexy lover

Oh, my sexy lover

O, my sexy lover

Give it to me!

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Superhit! It's a superhit!

If you enjoyed the video, click on 'like'.

And if you didn't then change your taste!