Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham... Page #3

This is for you my son.

From today, the Raichand Empire

belongs to you.

Oops, Sorry Dad.

That's your grandfather. Salute him.

You know Rahul,

Thirty years ago he said...

certain things to me in this chamber,

which I will now repeat to you.

He said life offers you many

paths to choose from.

You must always choose

the one that is right...

the one where you don't have to

bend... where you don't fall.

Never take a step in life...

that will bring shame to

your family name or prestige.

Anyone can make money but earning

respect is not everyone's cup of tea.

I have not forgotten

his words till today.

Even you should not.

Promise me that you will follow

the traditions of the family.

Promise me that you'll never compromise

with the self-respect of our family.

I promise papa...

that I will always keep

the family name flying high.

I promise you that I will always

keep you happy... always Papa

We have won.

Pooja, Pooja

- What happened?

We have won the match.

God, Sachin played so well...

Ok now listen, take care

of the shop I will be back.

Haldiraaam!

What a game!

What a game! What a game!

What a game!! By the way

what game are we playing?

India has won the match!

- Oh so we have won... How nice.

If you didn't know,

what were you dancing for?

I was dancing because

all the laddoos...

that my wife made

have been sold.

Sold out? How come?

There was a customer who told me

he wanted to eat laddoos...

that would drive him crazy.

Eating her laddos can cure

people who are insane and...

those who are normal become...

- Clean bowled!

It was just a joke...

- Stop it now...

Haven't even started it yet...

- Come on...

Rukhsar!

- Stop shouting so loudly...

The groom's side has come to

see Rukhsar for marriage.

Sit down. Salute them.

Grandmom... wake up...

the bride has arrived.

Oh! Masha Allah Masha Allah...

Her face is bright like

the full moon.

She is just what I had imagined.

Well... it's not me... its...

This is my daughter, Rukhsar.

What? Fever?

Not fever... mother,

She's Rukhsar!

Oh Rukhsar!

What happen?

- We have won the match.

My daughter's very

quiet and introverted.

We have won.

- Allah! What happened?

Quiet and introverted... eh?

Incidentally, what is her age?

Hundred.

- Grandmom, she says...

- she's hundred years old.

- What? Nine years old?

She's going to turn twenty-one soon.

- Well... the blossoming of youth.

Actually we live in Lucknow.

But this is Chandni Chowk,

I guess... anyway I forgot to

tell you, my son's name is Ashfaque.

Sachin!

- Sachin?

Sachin? In case there's

someone else in her life...

No! No! Please don't say such things.

It's... her uncle Sachin...

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