OK Jaanu Page #2

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Was it darling?

No, what you called

me in a fit of rage.

Mo... - Madam... I called you madam.

There's no 'f' in madam.

It's hard to realize what

you're saying in a fit of rage.

I see...

Are you from Jenny's side?

- Hmmm...college friend.

She's looking gorgeous...

and happy too.

Everything feels

nice in the beginning.

Love-filled days.

Marriage... Honeymoon.

Hugs. . . kisses.

Love... - Lust!

Now please exchange the rings,

as the symbol of your love.

And then... - Then?

Petty quarrels. - Hmmmm...

Embarrassing your wife

in front of your friends.

And facing the music at home.

And then, the kids.

Oh God!

Cry-babies.

Pukes...

Sh*t...

Then?

And then...their admission.

Turning that dumbm' into a smart

And when that smart grows up...

...watch him get married.

And go through that same

old mess all over again.

Correct. - Correct.

Now, you may kiss the bride.

Hey... - Hey...

You seem to know a

lot about this department.

Are you married?

No. And I never want to.

Good! Marriage is for fools.

- Correct!

So just girlfriends, huh?

Around 15... - Not bad.

And you...

I am going to Paris. - Why?

To study architecture.

Cool. - Thank you.

And you.

lam going to the US...

...to give Zuckerburg

a run for his money.

Not bad. - Yeah.

All the best. - Same to you.

Come on...come on... - Come on.

Hey Bantu...come on.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- Morning.

What are you doing here?

It's Peru.

It's an easy one.

You come late at night...

and always in a hurry in the morning.

It was Jenny's wedding party.

Poor thing got hitched.

No partying today, uncle.

I'll come home early today.

What time?

- By 5 'clock.

Put it back...put it...

Actually by 5:
30.

Uncle, I'll...be back by 6.

- Yeah.

Be back by 6, right.

You've to take Charu

to Ravindra Natya Mandir.

For a classical music program.

Me?

Your brother wouldn't

have asked twice.

I've to head to the BSES office...

regarding the electricity bill.

They send such absurd bills.

Grease their palms...

and they will never call again.

Do what? - Grease their palms...

fill their pockets.

I see...how about a pour a can

of oil on their hands...their pockets?

Your generation cannot

do without corruption.

I can still handout sentences.

I will throw you out along with

your luggage if you say that again.

Okay uncle, sorry.

Here you are, baby.

Bye.

Bye, aunty.

Here you go, and... you've

almost finished the crossword.

Wow...

- Isn't that amazing.

Come, madam.

Hello. Hello.

Hello.

Hello. Hello.

Bless you.

Hello. Hello.

- Hello.

Hello.

Aunty, you sit and I'll be...

- No-no...sit.

Hello. Hello.

Can you go to that side?

There's another seat.

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