Kill Dil

You were right Tutu...

...a swine should stick

to feasting on just crap.

Trying a cake, will give it

nothing but diarrhoea.

It's recording, by the way

Bloody hell... who'll tell me,

your father?

Ya, but the picture is black-black.

Remove the cover na, oaf!

Now?

Ya, but earlier it was all black...

But now it is black and white...

But you can see now?

Ya", yap away!

Hi. Myself Dev.

Dev... stick to Hindi,

so you can actually talk...

...and we can understand.

Atta boy.

Hello.

I am Dev... and this is my best friend

Tutu.

And we are both...

Rascals

Hey, open the gate... hey open it,

it's the Minister

Sir, the train is about to come...

Open it man.. open it!

We are getting late you fool...

...you want me to get out

there and tell you?

Oye, don't open it.

Do you want get Mr. Minister killed?

lam stuck in the middle man.

My words must sting

you right now sir.

But just imagine, the gate

opens and your car crosses...

...and it stalls right

in the middle of the tracks...

...just then the train comes!

Have you thought about it?

Like a lamb to the slaughter!

Someone gag this foul-mouthed fool...

hey, HEY, HEY!

Stay away... No touching...

Even I am in politics.

Will you shut up

only when I kill you?

Okay bro... raise the crossing...

The minister has to leave us.

Be alert, the whistle is blowing.

Your ticket has been cut,

up you will be going.

I will blow your whistle.

Leave me!

I, Surra Pehelwan promise

you this. Bring this prick in.

Why did we turn out like this?

The fact is,

if Gandhi was born to Hitler...

...he wouldn't be Gandhi,

he would be a Nazi.

Meaning my dear,

a child can be born anywhere...

...but the place he was raised in,

decides what he becomes.

No one knows where we were born...

...but we were found

in a garbage can...

...getting our faces

licked by stray dogs.

Bhaiyaji raised us

So, we grew up to be Bhaiyaji's own.

We grew up on gunshots,

instead of lullabies.

At an age when should've picked

up pencils, we picked up pistols.

Instead of A for Apple, B for Ball

We picked up M for murder

and C for crime.

Till the age of 13, we endured pain

At 15...

...we started giving it back...

And at 18...

...we had our first taste of blood.

Even a dog barks for you if you

feed him a bone and pet his tummy...

So, we always bark for Bhaiyaji.

Ya, and we bite for him too.

Two shadows descend

upon a tarry road

Each breastfed on gulps of blood

Bastard children

of the night, perhaps

Abandoned by earth,

orphaned by the skies...

Their story, this,

a tale of crumpled lives.

Look... a silly star in the sky,

Stuck forever, the poor guy.

This sorry earth, spinning dizzy,

Twists and turns all day,

just to get by.

We too, must not get

Stuck in between

Stop this spinning!

Life's too short, to just be living

So, my friend... my fellow king

Live, & die,

because tomorrow is just a lie

All we have is today!

K - K - KILL - da Dil

K - K - KILL - da Dil

K - K - KILL - da Dil

K - K - KILL - da Dil

Life makes you pay dearly,

It's such a raw deal

It's a long, bumpy truck ride,

And there's never a free meal

Even these breaths we borrow

will escape us tomorrow.

We seek a home, around every bend,

Only the road knows,

where it will end.

So live it up

A day or two,

More or less.

Let's drink up

Buddy, even if it's our tears...

Friends & friendships

Will last forever,

This stream of stars,

Will shine, wherever

Cause mate, the shiniest

of all of them is you...

K - K - KILL - da Dil

K - K - KILL - da Dil

K - K - KILL - da Dil

K - K - KILL - da Dil

If we didn't have to peel these nuts,

and there were no 'lfs & Buts'...

...life would have been so simple.

Namaste Bhaiyaji!

Just water,

or something with some water.

Today, it has to be

with some water Bhaiyaji.

Meaning Minister Surra Pehelwan

has ascended from earth.

More like nailed to it. With

a 100 grams of hot lead inside him.

Why're you so sad Batuk?

Couldn't steal candy

from the kids today?

One day show them,

what you're made of.

But get me a napkin first.

Good show.

Bhaiyaji, It's just a good time.

It's good that the times are good.

Bhaiyaji, you're always spoiling us.

Tell me...

...do people turn into stars

after they die?

That's what the living seem to think

So how many of these

stars did we 'make'?

11... counting today's kill.

Dude, that guy must still be enroute...

he wouldn't reach that fast.

Look at him go... our Star.

Okay, so tell me...

...how many of these

must be rascals?

Rascals?

Only 2.

You...

...and I.

Here, stamp me!

Sir, stags are not allowed

Sir, there don't have stags.

No problem,

we only want whiskey. Stamp!

No problem, we only

want whiskey. Stamp me!

Sir... men alone are not allowed.

Men alone! Should've got aunty along

Sir! This man wants to say something

to you. ls he allowed in?

He is the father...

everyone's father!!

Who let the dogs out...

Dude, I don't get these songs.

If you ear's are numb,

chew some gum.

What would you like to order sir?

Yaar, get me some beer-sheer.

Pitcher or mug?

No pictures.

Get us one bottle with two glasses.

Now race like a bullet

and fetch like an arrow.

Ok sir.

Who let the dogs out...

Atta boy!

Bro, she's coming here.

Dude, English... talk in English.

Arre Uncle... why bore a hole

through that menu card...

...just for a few glimpses...

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