Raju Ban Gaya Gentleman

I have not come here to go back.

I will make something

of myself and show you.

What did you say?

- I am not leaving.

Come here.

- Let me take my bag.

Jaibabu, your dinner.

You?

- Jaibabu, he is new here.

The poor guy was orphaned as

soon as he stepped in Bombay.

This idol inside... People call it God.

I've heard he created the world.

And this creator was

orphaned in his own world.

You are no comparison.

You met Sister?...Take this.

Its just a comb.

- Comb? I thought it was a knife.

Come, let's eat.

- But...

All these ifs and buts

are meaningless words.

Have a place to stay?

Alright, you can stay with me.

Do you know how to live in Bombay?

- How?

Eat, itch, switch off the light.

Open your eyes, and fool people.

Throw your cigarette and burn the

hut. I mean to say, come here.

Kids, have money in your pocket?

- No.

Then scram!...Hey alright, stay.

I won't wish 'namaskar' to

Hindus, 'salaam' to Muslims...

or 'good morning' to Christians.

Because I have not come here

to create communal problems.

Am I right?

- Yes.

You must be thinking I will woo

you with my talks and sell you kohl.

No, that's not my job,

the doctors do that.

Then you will assume I am

going to sell you tooth powder.

I don't consider you to be such fools.

What will you do with

strong teeth anyway?

No brothers, I won't even

foretell your destiny.

Because a street performer,

and his audience, both have bad

destinies. You must be

wondering what I am going

to sell that you don't get in

Bombay. Look friends, in this magical

city, from fritters to chicken...

and from the most petty to the most

expensive, everything is available.

You only need money to buy it.

And that's what you don't

have. All of you are broke.

Every man standing here desires

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