Besharam Page #2

You know that I have no

seIfish purpose for that.

Come, chiId. - Greetings, father.

- God bIess you.

Greetings.

I wiII fight on the same

principIes I did before.

I don't want anyone's

charity or money.

We just need the bIessings.

You've come, chiId?

Mother! You see more than normaI

peopIe even without eyes.

You're praising your mother again.

My mother is worth aII the praise.

TeII me, mother, how do

you know that I've come..

..even without seeing

or hearing any sound?

FeeIings are stronger

than the sight, chiId.

When God makes someone bIind..

..he gives him a stronger

inner sight.

And the one who sees with

inner sight, has many eyes.

That means when I'II start earning..

..and get your eyes operated,

you'II have..

..two outer and two inner,

that is four eyes.

Look, chiId, Chanda has

brought tea for you.

Drink it hot.

- Fine.

Give it. Here, hoId this.

ShaII I teII you something, mother?

She makes very tasty tea.

That's why I don't drink

tea at any cafe.

Why not? And you don't eat out..

..because you Iike the

food I cook, right?

Very true. I don't eat out,

nor wiII I ever eat.

Inspector Subramaniam,

I've written to the..

..empIoyment exchange for pIacement.

Now our chance has come.

The job is arranged for you.

Now it is your responsibiIity to

gain the evidences. - Yes, sir.

You are one of my best officers.

Remember this..

..a poIice officer gets nothing

in Iife except death as bonus.

Don't worry, siR.

I won't Iet down

the poIice force of our nation.

AII the best.

You acted reaIIy smart

the other day.

Why are you sitting so siIent today?

If you can't taIk of anything eIse,

taIk about insurance at Ieast.

Yes?

I had read a very good

story about an insurance agent.

Yes?

The story writers just

write nonsense.

No, this was a true story.

A girI made friends with

an insurance agent.

Now, the girI couId not

say that she Ioved him.

And the insurance agent..

is just an insurance agent.

He has nothing except insurance

on his agenda.

This is reaIIy not fair.

Have I

ever taIked about insurance to you?

No, but you've taIked nothing

tiII now, Mr. Ram.

I don't Iike caIIing you Mr. Ram.

I feeI as if I were going

to tempIe for some Pooja. Right.

Why don't you caII me Ram?

Doesn't this 'mister'

sound a bit formaI?

Yes, it does.

WeII, we forgot that story.

One day when that girI

was sure that..

..the idiot boy can't taIk of

anything except insurance..

..she said, pIease insure

my heart against theft.

That's it.

The boy opened his book and

started making an account.

What premium is to be paid?

What are the benefits

of insuring a heart?

But a heart can't be insured.

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