Dum Laga Ke Haisha

HEAVE-HO, CARRY THAT LOAD

Three things in this world...

...bring tears to my eyes

Papa's shoe

English exams

And singer Kumar Sanu's voice

All painful

You...

You are the answer to

my every question

You are the heart

of all my stories

Didn't I tell you?

Don't record with headphones.

You'll burst your ear-drums

- What did you say?

- What did I say?

The Rishikesh priest asked us

to see the girl

He wants us to come to

the temple tomorrow

Finish the recording today

What is this mess?

Throw this out

Yes, Papa

Here's 20 rupees

Yes, Papa

Don't let the cows get into

the shop

Yes, Papa

Jaya! Did you bring the lemon pickle?

Have you got money

for the temple?

Prem, get in the back.

There's no time

Hurry up!

Ma, my saree is untying

I told you to tie it with a pin

Hold it

Let your father pass

Hold your breath in

Tuck your saree in

Cover your head. We're going to

a temple, not to your college

I can't find the saree end

- What are you doing?

- Why didn't you oil your hair?

Tell him...

...to sit with confidence

No need to misbehave

You're our only son, our pride

Don't chomp on your food.

Don't spit when you talk

You talk as though I'd

never seen a girl before

You want some water?

How far is the temple?

Someone's getting restless

to see the girl

Let's introduce ourselves

The girl's father, Madan Pal

The boy's father,

Chandra Prakash Tiwari

His wife, Subhadra Rani

Boy's mother, Shashi Tiwari

Boy's sisters, Jaya and Hema

and their husbands

She's my younger sister.

Prem's aunt, Naintara

I think the boy and girl should

introduce themselves

Absolutely

Sandhya

Sandhya

Prem, introduce yourself

You've done it, Papa

One person missing, Samar.

Sandhya's younger brother

He has exams,

so he isn't here

- ls Sandhya educated?

- A degree in teaching

She's wanted to teach

since childhood

She even taught her dolls maths

Ask him yourself

She asks if Prem is educated

Prem has a degree in Commerce

He's always been keen

on accounting

He's more interested in

bank notes than books

Think it over and tell me

I already have

What do you say?

The girl is lovely. Did you

notice her good nature?

She didn't speak.

You talk of her nature

Being silent in front of her elders

is a sign of a good nature

So you prefer the girls who

waste time in your shop...

...recording songs?

You listen! She's a nice girl.

That's it

A nice girl! And her appearance?

What's wrong?

Is she blind, deaf, mute, crippled?

Saw her size? Huge

You're no movie star,

you high school dropout

It's the food these days

Your sister put on pounds

after she got married

Her husband still loves her

They chose each other.

What choice do I have?

To hell with your choice

Your choice will turn your parents

into paupers

Papa, talk to him gently,

he'll understand

so, you try

Listen, son

If she was attractive, we'd have

to buy her cosmetics

She'll earn money. She's going to

be a teacher

- It'll help us

- I will not marry her

- That's it

- How dare you!

Do it, Prem. For the family's sake

I'll look for a lovely special girl

Not temporary, someone permanent

I'll look for a big earner,

sober and sweet

Not temporary, someone permanent

Eyes like a golden fairy

A magic wand in her hand

I'll look for the perfect bride

He'll have a bike and a car,

good manners too

I'll consider him,

that's if he's faithful

She'll go with me to visit Shimla,

Kullu Manali

But not forget to buy veggies on

her way home from work

That's the one for me

I'll look for a graduate, a lively,

cheeky type

Not a fellow who looks old and grumpy

He's a man who masters

household chores

No, no ordinary type, you see

A deluxe model will suit me

Are you ok?

My head is about to explode

Take a pill. You'll feel better

You want to die at your

own wedding?

I told you - don't drink milk

after Chow mien

Papa, it's his allopathic meds.

He's throwing them up

No one stops him

Give him some soda,

he'll be ok

I really like the scent of marigolds

Welcome

See how beautiful the room looks

Prem's aunt hand-picked the flowers

- Prem loves them

- She sneezed

You have a cold?

I'm allergic to flowers

We'll get rid of them

in the morning

The room is decorated

with a lot of love

Remove all the flowers

Where is it?

Don't rush things in bed

Let her get ajob first.

Babies can come later

On paid maternity leave

You feeling ok?

The bathroom?

Change here

Ok

Wait. I'll go out

You can come in

Sandhya

- A call for you

- Coming, Mummyji

Hope I didn't wake you

- How did you get this number?

- So, how was last night?

He behaved like a child...

abandoned somewhere

He slept in one corner of the bed,

me on the other

Listen, I'll call you later. Bye

Wake the Prince of Celibacy

out of his slumber

Don't talk so loud

She can hear you

You worry about being overheard.

But not about your son

Don't blame him. She could've

made the first move

She's arrogant

Just because she's educated

She didn't even greet me

at the wedding

Giggled away with her family

Sure! We aren't in her league

Why blame the poor girl?

Think of how she must feel

Our son is work-shy.

He's so arrogant

A boy like him should be

taught a lesson

Good morning, Mr. Groom

- Where to?

- The Youth Club

The Youth Club will ruin you

You want to become a freedom

fighter. Can't kill afly

- We'll talk later

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