Banjo Page #6

"It is lost..."

"My slumber is lost."

Did you say something? Huh!

"It is lost..."

Hey Cutting, did you ask something?

Why would I ask you tea at night? - Yeah...

Tea... at night...Correct.

Aunty...

Aunty...did you ask something?

Did you pour some of that alcohol in your ear too?

What?

Girl?

Who?

Chris?

What did you say?

I am crazy about her?

Whenever I see her... there's a smile on my face.

I am still smiling.

I am the kite... and she's the string.

She's the peacock... and I am her beloved.

Is that what you're saying?

Say it slowly...someone might hear you.

You see...life gives you two choices.

Either you marry a girl like Chris immediately...

...or... you marry a girl like Chris right away.

Do you like her? Chris?

What? You like her a lot?

You want her as your daughter-in-law.

You won't talk to me if I don't marry her.

Fine...fine.. fine.

Happy?

Don't tell anyone else.

But listen, you must do one thing for me.

You must play the Banjo..

..at the wedding of your disciple.

And you won't just play... you'll sing too.

Huh!

You must sing, father.

I am really sleepy, father.

Sing.

Just like you used to sing when I was a kid.

I am really sleepy, father.

Sing.

Madam, this is our area's Marine Drive. - I see.

And he...makes amazing snacks.

How are you?

And this is 'Cuffe Parade'.

And that's the garbage.

This is where it's all collected. Fresh every-day.

She's gorgeous.

Very gorgeous.

Hey...she's mine.

Yeah...but she's gorgeous.

She's just right for me.

I want someone fair-looking like her.

Hey... look somewhere else.

And I did just like you said.

I didn't tell her that I play Banjo.

Ruins the impression.

I said 'Production'.

Smart boy.

Bro... introduce us, too. - Please.

Madam... Madam.

Yes.

Hi, I am Grease. - Hello, Grease.

And who are you? - Taraat's friend.

Oh... - In need.. in deed.

Cool... what do you do? - I am mechanical engineer.

Mechanical engineer. - Oh, cool, mechanical engineer.

Another friend. Paper.

Hi, Paper...

Hi...

I mean hello.

So...what do you do? - Yeah...

Distribution.

What is that actually?

One more friend... always frustration.

Please go on, please... - Okay.

Get lost... come on... - Tarat.

Yes, madam.

She called you 'Parrot'.

What?

Taraat bhai, parrots are smart. They even eat guavas.

Tarat. - Yes, madam.

And they do exactly as their master's say.

Let's go, we're not allowed to loiter here.

Bye, Tarat. - Tarat... - You...

Tarat... - Madam!

Madam...nowadays you come only for half a day.

It's hard to explain how I spend the rest of my day.

Sorry? - I mean...I've nothing to do for the rest of the day.

So it's hard to pass the time.

What do you do?

The rest of the day I look for Banjo bands...

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