Flight Page #2
- Year:
- 2010
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was mine before you were born...
Now that I'm back, this cupboard,
this table, this bed...
Everything is mine.
Nothing is yours.
What is your name?
Arjun
Go and get him.
Sir is calling you.
Sir?
You call Papa 'Sir'?
Tell 'Sir' that I'm coming.
I'm coming.
Sir is getting angry.
Next time you'll have no hair left.
Little brother...
Big Brother...
Coming. Coming.
You're slow...
Good evening Uncle.
Here...
Here also...
And who is this?
As big as your uncle...
Hello.
His voice broke...
Good evening Auntie.
Good evening.
He is so handsome!
Handsome my ass
Good evening to Auntie,
And only a 'hello' for me?
Well done...
Where is my hug?
Good to see you.
Listen...
Heard you were a bad boy at school...
Who was she?
Nobody.
I went to see a film with friends.
At Rivoli?
- Yes.
We used to see lots of films there.
Good one?
Don't know. We had to run back.
- Why
Our warden was there.
Who?
Rathod.
Big moustache.
- Yes.
Who made him a warden?
He used to be a peon.
Not him... His son.
He has a moustache too?
Yes.
Come in. Our moustache is watching.
So big man
What now?
College
- College!
Everyone goes to college.
What will you study?
Arts, Literature.
Why not science?
I want to be a writer.
Wow!
What will you write?
Poems, novels, stories, or jokes?
Everything
Nothing.
He'll write nothing
He will study engineering
and work in my factory.
What's wrong with that?
Writers are respected these days.
Respect won't feed him...
Writers only grow
their hair like girls,
wear a kurta, carry a bag...
And think they're brilliant.
But they're not.
Then they die. Either from hunger.
Or as frustrated alcoholics.
If he lives in my house
he has to obey my rules.
I don't want to work in a factory.
Did I ask for your opinion?
Did anyone?
What are you staring at?
I'll whack you so hard your
eyes will fall in your plate.
Lower your eyes and eat your food.
See how cheeky he is Jimmy?
What would our father have done,
If we had behaved like this.
He would've melted our bones
along with steel in the furnace.
And if we'd been kicked out
of the best school in India...
Do you know what he would have done?
We'd be out on the streets
till we proved our worth.
If you don't behave yourself
I'll treat you the same way.
met you once in eight years...
No, no...
He's just a child...
Child? He's insolent.
Let me go...
Hardly has a moustache...
And talks back to his father.
I'm talking to you...
How dare you...
Stop, Stop... You'll kill him.
Let him go...
Enough.
Why do you talk to him like that?
He doesn't understand any other way.
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