Aiyyaa Page #2

...with great spectacle

'Emotional Atyaachar.'

Minakshi!

- Mother-in-law.

We've two good news.

First, we've our own dustbin.

Our very own.

Now I'll throw out

the garbage from here.

Mother.

- Like this.

What are you doing?

- Like this.

Mother. Something's burning.

Serve me breakfast, I'm getting late.

I've to go for a job interview.

Wonder when I will get a job?

You won't go anywhere, Meenaxi.

The only place you'll

go is your husband's home.

Mother. If the way

to my husband's home...

...is through this heap of garbage...

...then I'll never get married.

No one will come to see me here.

What will you tell them?

The last house in the colony...

...right behind the

big heap of garbage.

And even if you manage

to cross that garbage...

...the smoke will certainly

choke you to death.

Why? The girl's father, who smokes...

...not one, two or three

but four cigarettes in a row.

And one of the dogs at

the gate will tear your pant.

Thanks to the girl's over-smart,

...useless Nana,

who can't endure the sorrows of dogs.

He searches high

and low every night...

...and brings dogs home,

to give them refuge.

Chandi, Sona, Dilbar, Janemann.

There's no place for dogs...

...or dog lovers in this country.

Once I find a clean house...

...l'll marry some

smuggler or shooter...

...and runaway from this madhouse.

Come on. Let's go.

We will all leave this country.

Oh my!

What a beautiful girl.

She's so smart.

Why will you marry a sharp-shooter?

Oh, oh!

What a face!

Those eyes!

That smile.

The family's a bit eccentric.

But the girl's perfect.

Be back soon.

There're two coming today.

One at 6 and the other at 9.

Of course.

It's the Friday first day first show.

You must have sold

the tickets in black.

Dad, what are you doing?

- Hello.

Hello. - Why don't you

throw away these phones?

Hello.

- We've our own garbage dump now?

Hello.

They came here for repairing in 1993.

But no one came back for them.

- Hello.

Nana, give me the

keys to the scooter.

Nana, I'm getting late.

Give me the keys.

Please, Nana. Give it.

First apologise to

Dilbar and Janemann.

Don't act too smart.

I won't give it.

- Give me the keys.

Useless, dog.

- I won't.

I won't give you the keys.

Why did you call me a dog?

Don't call me a dog.

There's no petrol.

Janemann, did you see?

Rickshaw!

Want some.

You want some powder.

What?

Do you need a touch-up?

Touch-up?

Hello, sir.

Sir, my certificates.

Meenaxi Deshpande.

- Yes!

What do you think?

Actually, I think of many things.

But right now I think

you should give me this job.

What colour saris do you wear?

- Yellow.

If you buy a scooter...

...what will be the colour?

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