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-Long live India! -Long live India!

-Long live India! -Long live India!

-Look what is kept here! -What happened?

There is a letter inside.

But it's written in Urdu.

Let me see!

TO CHIPPA. OPEN IT ON YOUR TENTH BIRTHDAY.

Seems to be...

for Chippa.

Hey, Chippa!

Here is a letter from your father.

It says you should open it on your tenth birthday.

Got it?

We found it here at the cobbler's shop.

What's inside?

I could just read what's written on the outside.

Okay?

Everyone is useless here.

Hang on for a second!

Chippa, get me some water. Quick!

Oh, no!

That's it! I've had enough of you!

You piece of shit!

Always sitting idle!

-You think I'm sitting idle? -Of course!

What are you up to then?

Focus on your customers, not me!

You are such a bastard!

Give me some respect, will you?

Are you done? At least, don't scream today! It's my birthday tomorrow.

Oh, really? You want to celebrate your birthday now?

You were born during the monsoon

and the rains stopped a month ago--

Stop blabbering!

I was born in the middle of winter

but it had rained heavily, remember?

I'll rip your tongue out!

Don't you dare talk to me like that! Go, talk to your father!

His father was a womanizer!

He ran away with some Bengali girl. A few days later, his mother also died.

I have been looking after this wretch since then.

What are you staring at?

-You're not getting a penny from me. -No problem!

Later, don't say that I didn't warn you!

Get lost!

Sir needs money!

How much?

-How much is it? -That will be 60 bucks.

Should I hold the bottle for you?

No! Don't!

Should I take it from your pocket?

Hey!

Don't you...

act smart!

Your pants are falling down.

Tell that to your father.

-Here! Get some milk for yourself. -Boss, give me ten more.

Drink milkshake!

Hey, give me another ten!

Tell that to your father.

You owe me 60 bucks, sir.

Your fate says you're only going to get 50.

No. That's not true.

-I must get more than that, sir. -Just 50 bucks, that's it!

What a miser!

-I must get my money, sir. -Don't count on it.

Hey!

In the morning...

In the morning, when she opens her window

My heart asks her how she is

My heart asks her how she is

In the morning, when she opens her window

In the morning...

-It's amazing! -When she opens her window

My heart asks her how she is

-Is this yours? -Yes.

How long have you been sitting there?

I've been here since the time you went to get your ten bucks.

Oh! From the hospital?

Yes.

Alright, that will be 80 rupees.

You drive so well!

Save the talk and give me my money.

Would you like some tea?

Tea?

It's my birthday today.

Yes.

Done!

A brush of memories

Of truth or fallacies

An earthen cup of tea

The chaos of humanity

This is Kolkata

In these changing times

In the sweetest of rhymes

A trick here, a slip there

This is Kolkata

Like a cuckoo on a tree

Who sings a morning tune

And as the evening comes

Goes to meet the moon

-It's a secret of some kind -Wow!

Hot tea on this cold night!

-It's just amazing! -That's right.

Two teas please!

-Everything is so beautiful. -Indeed.

Have you seen how our CM has decorated the city for Christmas?

Blue and white lights everywhere!

So, how much do you earn in a day?

Look at you!

You don't beat around the bush, do you?

Scoring a six off the first ball!

What's your highest speed?

-It must be fun, right? -Kind of.

When you have to send money to your family every month...

it's not fun anymore.

Look, brother! Don't get me wrong.

-Sure. -It's my dream.

Drive around at night...

-Okay. -through empty streets.

A cool night breeze hits you.

This is the real deal.

I suppose that's fair.

-One should enjoy his job. -Yes.

There are two kinds of people in this world.

Those who detest their jobs...

and those who do it with a smile.

You remind me of my childhood.

And you remind me of my old age to come.

Where will you go now?

Anyway...

-can you read Urdu? -Are you kidding?

If I knew how to read,

would I be driving a cab at night?

Hey, where are these guys going?

These kids?

Listen, kid!

Come back!

Binod to Bonka!

Bonka... Bonka to Abhijeet!

Abhijeet is not passing the ball.

It's moving forward...

wait for it.

A goal is in the air!

Baje Shibpur has scored!

Whose wallet is this?

Whose wallet is this?

-Hey! It's mine, give it back! -Really?

Yes.

-Is it yours? -Give it back now!

-Wait, wait. -Give it back.

Wait a minute, I'll give it back.

You want the wallet, right?

Here!

You think I'm crazy? Give--

-Give me the cash! -Oh, you want money?

You seem to have a lot of money.

I nicked it from the janitor.

He used to thrash me after getting drunk. Hey, look at that!

This is my dream.

To be a footballer.

I don't like cricket.

In football, you go in, fight, sweat,

run after a ball. That's more my style.

This is my dream.

Just a while ago, you told me you wanted to become a taxi driver.

-Look, brother! -Yes?

Becoming a taxi driver is my realistic dream.

Becoming a footballer is my fantasy.

Dreams are of different types, aren't they?

Okay, okay.

There he goes for another shot.

Oh, what a horrible shot!

Kids... kids...

calm down!

So, who's going to win?

-Messi, who else? -Yeah, right!

I think the yellow team will win.

This is why I say you're a novice.

-So much confidence? -Yes!

-Do you want to bet on it? -Yes!

Everything in my wallet!

All of it?

If you win, it's yours. If I win, it's mine.

-Yes! -Done!

Oh, I see! You're trying to trick me.

Look, kid!

-You had already lost your wallet. -So?

I am a decent human being...

that's why, I am giving you another chance.

Let's do it!

Alright, then. Remember, If I win, the wallet goes into my pocket.

I'm not going to think twice.

It's your last chance.

-I said done, right? -Okay, then.

We have run out of time in this match.

It's a one-one draw!

This is an old rivalry.

It has lasted three finals now.

As always, there will be only one champion today.

Three players are ready for the penalties.

First up is Baje Shibpur's little Messi!

I had told you, right?

-Come on, speak up! -The game isn't over yet.

-Pele is up next. -Oh!

Whose turn is it now?

It is Kelo's.

Will he score?

Yes, I think so.

How exciting this is!

Have some shame.

What has shame got to do with this?

Goals after goals.

What's up with them, man?

You must have understood why I bet all my money.

Don't take me for a fool, alright?

-May I say something? -Yes.

You talk a lot.

The game isn't over yet.

Okay, let's see!

The referee places the ball for the last shot.

Bonka has to score.

It's a do or die situation.

This is the last one.

And Bonka must score for Baje Shibpur to stay alive.

Bonka goes for the goal...

and he misses!

Come on, run!

Oh, God! Where should I go?

What's with the light?

What's going on here?

Hey!

Where do you live?

Speak up!

Where did your friends go?

Creating a ruckus at night!

Where do you live? Where is your house?

I don't know.

Where do you want to go?

I don't know.

What do you know then?

-I don't know. -Shut up!

What is your name?

What kind of a name is this?

-Should I arrest you? -No!

What should we do then?

I don't know.

Want to get on my bike?

Yes!

Build your city in such a way

That I can get my food everywhere

Let the townships be such

-That the hungry can eat their food -Wow!

If your progress means this

You shall find me by your side

-Some great songs on the radio today! -Yes.

-Those kids were your friends? -No.

But you were with them.

-I was watching their match. -Oh!

They won...

-and then, I joined the celebrations. -I see.

-Diamond Sports Club was playing today? -Yes.

So, you aren't a Diamond Sports Club kid?

Not at all!

I just happened to be there.

-How come? -I ran away from home!

Ran away from home?

Yes.

Why?

Because it was time to leave.

-Tell me something. -What is it?

How does one join the police?

-You want to become a policeman? -Yes.

Then, you have to toil hard and study a lot.

That's not going to happen.

What? Studies?

Studies and the thing you said before that.

Why did you run away from home?

I don't know.

Shouldn't you have a reason...

to run away from home?

-Do you like biryani? -Yes.

Do you ever need a reason to eat biryani?

Oh, good one!

Your parents must be looking for you.

Don't worry.

Why?

My father left after I was born...

and my mother died soon after that.

Whom do you live with?

-With my aunt. -I see.

How old are you?

Me? I'm ten.

-Okay. -Today is my birthday.

Really? That's good!

Can you read Urdu?

No... why?

Just like that.

-Tell me something. -What?

Did you join the police to help people?

What? No.

I wanted some respect.

That's why, I became a policeman.

But don't you help people?

Look, birthday boy!

In my line of work...

one has to be careful...

before helping anyone.

Helping someone...

often means not helping someone else.

Got it?

But why this thought all of a sudden?

-I told you about my aunt, right? -Yes.

-She keeps complaining... -Oh.

that I don't help her.

Really?

She used to scold me every day.

She also used to beat me up whenever she felt like it.

Now, tell me. How can I help someone like her?

Oh...

I guess that makes sense.

Helping people is a tricky business.

So, birthday boy...

are we going to celebrate tonight or are we just going to keep talking?

Anyway, tell me.

-Do you like sweets? -Yes!

But where will we find sweets at this hour?

I am the police!

We'll get everything... got it?

Hey, Suleiman Cha!

Hey, Mr. Gautam!

Greetings! May God bless you!

Greetings!

Is everything okay?

What a coincidence!

Believe me...

I was just seeing you in my dream.

-Oh, really? -Yes.

And now you are here.

Where have you been, sir? How are you?

Ever since I have been diagnosed with diabetes...

-Yes? -my wife has been driving me mad.

But it's his birthday today.

So, we must celebrate with something sweet.

-Of course! -Right?

One minute!

Here.

Mr. Gautam...

have I ever taken money from you? Tell me.

-And have I ever left without paying? -That's also true.

It's my birthday.

-Yes. -So, I will pay.

-Hey! -Wow, look at that!

Tell me.

There's been an accident outside Fancy Market.

Yes, that's my area.

I'm coming.

Okay then, little friend.

I can't take you everywhere, right?

Stay here. You will be safe.

-Okay. -Okay?

And don't wander around.

-Got it? -Yes.

Okay, then.

See you!

Come here, my child!

Come, sit.

Come.

You look so familiar.

Where have I met you?

How would I know, my dear?

There must be many like me, right?

Okay, then.

Anyway... you should get back to sleep.

I will leave in a bit.

Sleep is a luxury at this age.

A short nap is usually enough.

If you want, you can sit inside.

Or sit outside, but do not wander around much.

-Okay? -Uncle...

don't worry so much.

I will stay nearby.

Okay.

Oh, God!

Here we go!

Hey!

Hey!

Aren't you the one...

who got off the taxi at Chittaranjan Hospital?

How come you are here?

I'll break your head.

-Is everything alright? -Why doesn't he shut up?

Where do you stay?

It's quite late, you know.

I stay...

in a palace.

I will defecate on you. Did you hear me?

Why are you blabbering, brother?

-I will shit on your head. -Back off!

I'll break Modi's head.

They don't know me!

Ass!

Who has a problem here? Tell me!

Yes! Now, I remember.

You were the one who gave me the letter.

Letter? What letter?

The one that was found at the cobbler's shop.

My father had left it for me.

Sorry, my child.

I can't remember anything like that.

Well, can you read Urdu?

Unfortunately, no.

Academics always eluded me.

My mother, of course, forced me to learn Arabic.

Just so I could read the Quran.

I learned to read Arabic...

but I could not understand it.

Or maybe I should say...

I never wanted to.

When we came here...

you said you were dreaming about something.

What were you dreaming about?

Such dreams don't come very often.

Actually, this dream is a tale.

What kind of a tale?

You want to know?

It's slightly long.

Uncle, I have all the time in the world.

Okay, then.

-It's a story of Late Shaukat Jahan. -Oh!

May God bless her!

She was my grandmother's mother.

Meaning my great-grandmother.

She used to live in Murshidabad.

-She was loved by the entire town. -Oh, really?

So, what happened is...

my great-grandmother...

loved horse riding as a child.

She often played with the boys.

Legend has it...

that she could crack open a coconut

with her bare knuckles.

Are you getting me?

One day it so happened...

that she was carrying a coconut.

All of a sudden...

a langur came in front of her.

-You understand langur? -Yes, of course!

Good!

So, the langur snatched the coconut from her...

stood aside and started grinning like this!

My great-grandmother rolled up her sleeves like this.

She walked up to him...

and gave him one tight slap!

She snatched the coconut back from him.

The langur looked down and walked away...

with his tail between his legs.

Uncle!

Your dream has crossed all the limits.

Such dreams are impossible.

I knew you would say such a thing.

Everyone says this.

Wait, I'll bring some tea for you.

Don't go anywhere.

I'll tell you the rest of the story.

-What's happening? -Who knows!

Yeah, right.

Where is he going?

Shall we?

Get in.

What are you looking at?

I told the bugger a hundred times...

to refuse them.

Attending a Bihari's wedding means you wish to be taken for a ride.

It's two in the morning.

Hey!

What do you want?

There's no food here. Get lost!

I don't want food.

You don't want food?

Then, why are you staring at our plates?

I'll throw this plate at you! Get lost!

Do you have water?

What?

Water.

You want water?

-You want water? Okay, come! -Hey!

Come here. Open your mouth. Come on!

-What happened? Not thirsty anymore? -Hey, listen!

Calm down!

Why are you getting mad at him?

-Sit and eat. -Have food.

What do you want, kid?

I don't want anything.

You work at Chonchla's place, right?

No, I was just wandering around.

-Okay. -Listen, kid!

There's a bottle behind the drum. Go, get it.

-Yes, go. -Go.

Okay.

What else can Guddu do if he does not get an erection?

He'll pick up a kid from the streets.

You're doing the right thing, Guddu.

It's definitely the right thing.

At least, there should be one man in the house.

You have been married for ages.

Why don't you take this one? Go on, take him home.

-Why are you blabbering, brother? -Yes.

We got a job, got food to eat. Where is the problem?

-You call this a job? -Of course!

You call this a job?

Even prostitutes have it better than us.

At least, they get paid for the work.

Sultan Singh's band has three teams.

He has his hands full with work.

And you guys are happy with just one gig a month.

Fine! Be happy, but I'd rather leave.

You are talking as if Sultan Singh is waiting for you to join him.

Exactly!

And you were so punctual on your wedding, right?

Listen!

Leave if you want to, no one will stop you.

-Fine! I'm leaving! -Please, go.

Yes, I am leaving!

I won't come back...

-even if you beg me to! -Such a scoundrel!

Buzz off!

Peace at last!

Exactly!

But how will we manage without a trumpet player?

What difference would it make?

What he said is true.

Give something to the kid.

I told him to come and eat with us.

-Come and sit here. -Sit!

I am not hungry at all.

I wanted to say sorry to you guys.

Why are you sorry, son?

That guy left because of me.

This keeps happening.

Anyway, "Who can stop the ones who want to go, my dear?"

Why don't you give me some work?

I'll do it right away.

-Oh, really? -Listen, kid.

Don't stress yourself. Okay?

This is routine for us. He'll be back in no time.

-Sit down. -Yes, sit.

By the way, can any of you read Urdu?

-What? -Why?

Are you going to sing a ghazel?

-Oh! -Really?

No, I was just asking.

So, can I say something?

-Yes. -Go ahead.

-I'll learn how to play the instrument. -Really?

Look, if I wear a little red uniform...

and start playing any instrument,

all the aunties will only look at me.

-Try me out once. -Let's keep him then.

I already know how to play all your songs.

Is that so?

Why don't you play us a song then?

-Yes, come on! -You think I'm kidding?

Okay, let me show you!

Take that one.

Play it.

Tell me which song that was.

-First, tell us the name of the film. -I played the entire song.

And you're asking for the name of the film? What kind of a band are you?

Don't you know this song?

-In the morning, when she opens her window -Oh, that one!

-My heart asks her how she is -My heart asks her how she is

-My heart asks her how she is -Yes, that's the one!

-My heart asks her how she is -My heart asks her how she is

You know? It's my dream to play at big weddings, with big lights.

Eat chicken, eat chips, eat ice cream.

Eat whatever your heart desires!

This is my dream.

When I'll come back a few years later, hire me.

For now, I'm leaving.

Hire him.

Okay.

-Alright, then. -Oh, look at that!

Go straight home!

Look who's back!

Why be so angry, guys?

You could've stopped me, at least.

And you are... Pippa!

What is this?

It's tobacco, sir.

You brought it without a lime?

Are you an idiot?

I made a mistake, sir!

I totally forgot about it.

Tell me something.

Yes, sir? What is it?

How did you get this job?

-Your father bribed the officer? -No, sir!

-He didn't bribe anyone. -You gave the exam?

Yes, I had applied for the clerk's post.

When I went for an interview,

they said there is a vacancy in collecting.

So, the next day, I packed everything

and landed up here.

Why didn't you give the exam in Bihar?

I did, brother!

-The exam went well. -Okay.

But someone set the exam center on fire.

This meandering land

Like the lines on a hand

Meeting those on their way

And those who walk astray

The letters they collect

In the letterbox of dreams

Those who lost and left

And the simplest of stories

-There was an article in the papers today. -About what?

-About a country. -Okay.

-Kazakhstan or something. -Alright.

-No, no. -Then?

-Turk... -No.

-something like that. -Yes, Kazakhstan.

-In that country... -Yes?

they found a dead body.

In a mail van, just like ours.

Post van like ours?

It was the President's.

The President's dead body?

When the helper saw the dead body...

he peed in his pants.

Oh, my God!

Now, what will happen to the helper?

He'd be arrested, what else!

That's what the police do.

First, they catch them and arrest them.

Then, they investigate.

They really make life difficult, it's true.

Now that you're saying this...

what if there is a body in our van?

What will happen?

What else?

You'll go to jail.

I've been getting this feeling for a while...

that there's someone back there.

Let me check once, okay?

Yes, I should check it once.

I can't see anyone right now.

But now I am feeling a bit scared.

What if the same happens to us?

What will happen?

Open that.

-This one? -Yes.

Here, sir. Take it.

-You can start first. -No, sir. I don't drink.

I don't drink--

Shit!

Black cat!

GOVERNMENT OF INDIA POSTAGE

The black night does not pass

The kitchen is empty

The black night does not pass

The kitchen is empty

Tears light the fire in my heart

Tears light the fire in my heart

Mother, I could not keep our honor

No more of this, no more!

No more of this, no more!

Oh, come on! Let's start!

Come on, just for some time.

-Let's play, come! -It's the last round.

Yeah, alright. Let's do this.

No cheating, okay?

-And you? -I'm second.

-He's a kid. -Who?

-Amit is fourth and Raja is third. -Yeah, okay.

-Come on, give it to me. -For some time.

Don't sweat it.

Set the board, come on.

Just hear me out!

-Let's bet some money in this round. -No, let's not.

Don't be a spoil sport!

Just a small amount.

-I have to send this money home. -It's alright, come on!

-It's just ten rupees, brother. -Yes, come on!

-Try to understand. -Come on, it's just ten rupees.

Look, I've put in ten.

-I must send this money home. -No excuses!

-Will you put in the money already? -Come on, man!

-Just do it! -You guys don't understand.

Okay, let's decide the rules.

100 points for the queen, 20 for the black coins and ten for the white ones.

-Agreed? -Alright!

Come on, play now! It'll be fun.

Shoot!

-Which one would he go for? -Hit both of them at once.

What's that?

You guys are moving the board.

-You're so done, man. -Hey, no! Wait.

-You can't do it, bro. -Just wait and watch!

-It's not fair. Dude, you're so bad. -Oh, yeah? Let's see!

Is Javed asleep?

-Is Javed asleep? -Hey, Javed.

-Hey, Javed. -Hey!

He may have actually fallen asleep.

Did you guys see...

-how badly he was beaten up today? -Really?

Yes! His boss beat him up.

-He's learned his lesson. -Hey, don't say that.

Why not? He was at fault, he got punished.

He broke a glass, you understand?

He deserved the beating.

Will his boss deduct his salary?

Why wouldn't he? Life is like that.

You must pay for your mistakes.

-That's okay. -Yeah, but why beat him then?

What do you expect when you act like a fool?

-What's happening there? -Let's go, guys.

Is this going to continue all night?

Brothers!

Take me in your team as well.

Please, ask your boss!

You don't have to pay me.

I'll work for free.

Take me in.

Brothers!

Just take me in, please.

I'll work for free.

I'll just help you.

Please take me in, brothers.

Come on, please!

Bloody hell!

What?

Don't worry, I'm not here to beg.

Is the dog yours?

He's a friend.

Is that yours?

This?

Yes, it's mine.

How much does it cost?

No need to laugh. Nobody is forcing you to answer.

Why do you want to know?

No reason.

Do you want to sit inside?

-Yes! -Come here.

Come!

Hey, Pippa. Come on!

-Bringing him along? -Yes, is that a problem?

-Like it? -Yes, it's awesome.

Look at the window sliding down! So awesome!

Having fun?

Yes.

-Tell me something. -What?

Do you think I am a good man?

You seem okay.

Do I look rich?

Yes, you seem alright.

You must be thinking everyone is rich.

What did you just say?

Nothing, forget it.

This...

exactly, this is what I can never understand.

I also have money in my pocket, brother.

I can have biryani when I want...

buy chips when I want.

I can also have an ice cream when I want.

Are you a Muslim?

Enough is enough!

Hey, look!

Where are you going?

Oh, God!

What are you doing?

Wait, I'm also coming.

Can you see the stars?

Yes.

If you look at them for 20 minutes each day...

you get to know everything that's happening in this world.

Stop scaring me, kid. What are you saying?

You look like a tiny tot...

but you speak like a sage.

-Who teaches you these things? -My father.

I have never met him...

but I came to know this today.

He has left a letter for me.

It's in Urdu.

Will you read it?

You think I can read Urdu?

Who knows!

My father was just like you...

an alcoholic.

I look like an alcoholic to you?

How dare you touch me, scoundrel!

Do you know who I am?

-I will just-- Hey, don't touch me! -Get lost from here!

-You shouldn't have done this! You... -Hey, just shut up and buzz off!

-You are not worthy of touching me! -Get lost!

-I'll set you straight in a minute! -Stop blabbering, you idiot!

-Scoundrel! Just get lost, will you? -How dare he touch me!

-I didn't touch you, alright? -I told you twice not to touch me!

You just can't understand! You--

Listen to me, scoundrel!

Don't run inside now, you wuss!

Sit here.

-Are you okay? -Yes, whatever.

-Hey, brother. -What?

Can I say something... in private?

-What is it? -First, come with me.

I don't think you should drive in this condition.

Why not?

It's just that I've seen this before.

What have you seen?

Let it be! Please, take a taxi.

Come on, tell me. What is it?

Take a taxi first, my friend.

Look...

you're worrying unnecessarily, kiddo.

This is not new for me.

I threw up already.

-Everything is fine now. -Look, here comes a taxi!

Hey, wait!

Hey, it's you!

What's up?

Little one!

We meet again, that too in front of a bar.

Is everything okay?

How can it be?

You showed me the dream of having a big fat wallet in my pocket.

If only that boy hadn't missed the penalty!

Listen, can you take my friend home?

Friend?

Yeah, right!

Hey, I am fine.

-Leave me. -Just come!

Hang on!

Now, sit inside.

Yes.

No, no... not there!

He's totally wasted.

Leave me, I am going.

Open the door.

-You should go in there. -Come on, go inside and sit!

Almost there!

All good?

-Let's go? -Sure!

A brush of memories

Of truth or fallacies

An earthen cup of tea

The chaos of humanity

This is Kolkata

In these changing times

In the sweetest of rhymes

A trick here a slip there

This is Kolkata

Stop, stop, stop!

What happened?

It's time for me to get off.

Okay then, I'm off!

-We'll meet again. -We'll bet again.

And I'll win yet again!

-Not next time! -We will see!

How much for a newspaper?

Four rupees.

Here!

Can you read Urdu?

No, only Bengali.

Okay.

I have one letter, but it's in Urdu.

I got it today.

If only someone could read it...

I'd be sorted.

Love letter, already?

My father had written it.

-Okay, listen. -Yes?

Go this way.

There's a man who sells Urdu newspapers.

He can read Urdu.

Go. He will help you.

And if he's in a good mood, he might recite a poem as well.

Go.

Okay.

Give me that one.

That Urdu one.

Yes, that one. Give it to me.

That's enough.

What happened to that murder case?

What are you saying?

It hasn't been solved yet?

-This will be a problem. -No.

Okay, give me two Urdu newspapers.

Do you sell newspapers?

Yes.

Do you drink tea? It's on me.

It's my birthday today.

Oh, really?

If it's your birthday, then why not!

-Two cups of tea, please! -Sure!

Great!

Give me just a little.

That's enough.

Thank you, little master.

Look, it's Pippa!

Pippa, look. It's you!

Uncle, see it's Pippa!

-Sorry? -It's Pippa!

-Who's Pippa? -It's my dog.

So, this little menace is Peepa.

Not "Peepa," it's "Pippa."

So, tell me.

Do you enjoy your job?

More or less.

Earlier, I met a taxi driver who said...

"Everyone has to work.

Some do it with a smile, some with a long face."

Makes sense, right?

Seems you like to philosophize about life?

-How much do you make in a day? -Pardon?

Don't get me wrong.

This is my dream.

Ride a cycle.

A cool breeze ruffling my hair.

Selling newspapers and sharing good news with people.

Saying "Good morning" to them. It's really something else.

Where do you stay?

At the moment, nowhere.

-What do you mean? -I mean I had a home until last night.

Then, it was my birthday. So, I ran away.

You had a fight with your parents?

At your age, even I'd run away from home.

Can you read Urdu?

Yes, why?

My father has written this letter.

Please, read it for me.

I can wait for you to finish your work.

Actually...

the words have been faded.

The letter is old and illegible.

Will you work for me?

I won't be able to pay you...

but I'll provide you with accommodation... and homemade food.

What do you think?

We'll take Peepee along as well.

So, when do I begin?

Let's start now.

Take these with you.

Take these and put them on the cycle.

Okay.

When did your mother die?

When I was a kid.

Where do you live now?

I live alone now.

No, I mean before you ran away.

With that old woman I was telling you about.

Neither of us like each other.

Every day!

Let me do one thing.

I'll go up and give it to them.

You'll go? It's on the third floor.

Yeah, I'll give it to them.

Okay.

Give me the newspaper.

Give this to them.

-I'll finish my work in the next lane. -Okay.

Your paper. I'm the newspaper uncle's new assistant.

Go away!

Your paper. I'm the newspaper uncle's new assistant.

No one reads the paper here.

One, two, three, four.

It's correct.

What's wrong?

You said fourth...

floor.

I went up, knocked twice and then came down.

I had said the third floor.

The one that comes after the second floor.

Okay.

This side or that side?

The one on the right side.

The left one is locked, no one lives there.

Go now.

Stay here, I'll be back.

Hey!

-Which floor? -Third.

Which door?

The one on the left!

Go!

That's enough for today!

Let's go home and sleep.

No, I am perfectly fine.

I know that you are!

It's just that my house is nearby.

Okay.

-You can get accustomed to it. -Okay.

See that room up there?

That's our house.

How do you like it?

-It's perfect. -I know, right?

Now, listen!

Go upstairs and knock on the door.

My wife will open it.

Tell her I have sent you.

Okay?

Go and relax. Eat something and then, sleep.

By the time you wake up, I'll be back.

Okay? Now, go.

What are you doing?

Newspaper uncle has sent me.

But who are you?

I'm Chippa.

Uncle's new assistant.

And who's this with you?

He's my friend Pippa.

What does your uncle look like?

He's about this big, has curly hair.

He said I'll find you here.

And he said that you are beautiful.

And...

Oh, really?

He said that?

Yes.

He said that you will give me food and I'll sleep right here.

Give you food?

I can wait downstairs if you like.

When Uncle comes home, I'll come up.

Sit in that corner.

All these years, you said we can't afford to raise a child.

Now, you've suddenly brought a random kid from the streets?

What did you think?

He's not a random kid, Nandini.

He's a little boy, he was looking for work

and you know I could do with some help.

Okay! Even if he were to work with you,

why does he need to stay here? Eat here?

I just can't understand you.

For so many years, you kept saying that you wanted a kid.

Now, when there is one...

you have a problem with it.

He's a child, not a stray pup...

that you can rescue him and tell me to raise him.

Turns out, he has a pup as well!

Will you stop screaming?

Just tell me straight away that you don't want a kid!

Why do you need to create a scene?

I have given him my word!

I need to figure something out for him.

Given him your word?

Sahir, if I start reminding you...

of the promises you have made in the last eight years...

you won't be able to face yourself.

Hey, go away!

Son of a bitch!

Stealing from my shop?

Hey, stop!

Stop, you rascal!

I will bash you up!

Hey, stop!

Hey, bastard! Stop right there!

Somebody catch him!

Thief! Catch the thief!

-Stop! Stop! -Save me!

Back off!

Sir, he's a thief. What is he doing?

Come with me.

Where do you want to go?

Tell me!

I want to go home.

Where is it?

Adventure over?

Life has just started.

Oh, really?

What has he done?

He hasn't done anything.

He got hurt in a fight.

What did you do?

Don't scold him today.

It's his birthday.

Come on. Get down.

I'll see you around.

Bye!

Are you hurt?

Wait.

Here you go. Apply...

apply this.

Did you sleep well?

No.

Go get some sleep.

And apply this.

Go.

Go.

My dearest Chippa!

This letter is a gift on your tenth birthday.

Every father's duty is to guide his child to the right path...

but I have only one thing to say.

No matter what is happening around you...

the only valuable thing in this world...

is love.

Sometime back, I met a woman

And in a few moments, my world turned upside down.

I don't expect you or your mother to forgive me for that.

The day you were born...

you had a sparkle in your eyes.

I knew right then...

that you wouldn't need anyone else's help in life.

But now... if you feel like

meeting your father...

then look around.

Maybe...

you will find me somewhere nearby.

Take care of yourself, Chippa.

Your dearest father.