Finding Fanny

1

What is happen to this city?

Ashes here,

smoke there.

Why are you so silent?

Why have smoke forced down your throat?

Why tolerate?

Why banned?

Let's bring this reckless act to an end.

Smoking is banned in all public places.

And it is apply.

Don't smoke.

No let anyone do.

Smoking will cost you.

Your one seeks happiness.

But isn't has a very high price to pay.

Smoking can cost you your health.

And can also seriously affect the health

and welfare of those who endure.

Don't have them pay the

price for your smoking.

Smoking will cost you.

Ferdie has a candle for every ailment.

He's the postmaster of the village...

but no one here writes

or posts letters.

The man with the golden voice.

The only choir boy who

refused to stop singing in church...

even after he wasn't a boy anymore.

Floating in a life inside his own head,

my best friend Ferdie...

who'll never have a story to tell...

unless the story comes

looking for him

This is my home.

This is my village of Pocolim.

Hidden somewhere in Goa.

Don't try looking for it.

You won't find it.

Time passes in a strange way here.

It stops when you stop...

and runs when you run.

Isn't that interesting?

I wonder what I wish for everyday...

Maybe, wishing is a bad habit.

Like picking your nose and

wiping it under the table...

or eating too much

spicy Sorpotel in summer.

Yet, not a day passes without a wish.

This is Rosalina, my mother-in-law.

You know some peoples are just

want to take charge to everything.

Imagine a puppet-show,

as large as a village.

If Mai ever threw away the strings...

life in Pocoli would just

crumble to a halt.

Happy feast.

Call me Mrs. Eucharistica.

Mrs. Eucharis...

- Forget it.

So you're Maria's...

The one Maria's sis-in-law spoke about.

You call this a bio-data.

Why oh why?

Why means what, aunty.

- What?

What?

You just said 'Why means what'.

No,

I mean you said... I said...

That's the problem with you youngsters.

You just can't speak properly.

How why means what?

Idiot. Come on.

Now say fast, what you want.

Aunty Maria said you'll fix

me up with a nice girl.

Fair complexion and full of life.

Does your aunty think I'm a magician?

I'll go to the gym.

So what are you waiting for?

Christmas?

Whether it's a leaf on a tree

or a dog on the street...

no one can move an inch,

without Mai's permission.

If you mess with Mai,

it's best to leave town.

Except, in Pocolim nobody leaves.

Angie.

Yes,

Mai.

Did Nereus drink his milk properly?

Can't you land on your feet?

Mai.

Have you noticed Nereus

keeps falling asleep...

at the strangest of times?

What's so strange about it?

He sleeps when he feels sleepy.

You know it's called Narcolepsy.

Where you keep falling asleep.

You leave Nereus alone.

He knows better than you

how to behave like a cat.

Next you'll be telling me how

much I should sleep?

Rosie and I have just

one thing in common.

Loneliness.

I don't know when Rosie's husband died.

She never speaks of it. And I never ask.

As for me,

I was married to Rosie's son Gabo.

Very handsome.

Every girl wanted to marry him.

That's what he thought.

I don't know if I was in

love with him...

but he was already very much

in love with himself.

And anyway...

no one ever said no to Gabo.

Our wedding was the talk of the town.

From food and drinks,

all the arrangements...

were simply the best.

Rosie did everything.

Gabo was so happy that day...

that he couldn't imagine

life getting any better.

And for him, it didn't.

But life was looking up for Rosie.

She now had an admirer.

A famous artist had moved to Pocolim.

A magician with the paintbrush.

Every stroke of which...

earned him a standing ovation

from the art world.

They say that Don Pedro Cleto Colaco

has just one inspiration.

Women.

Big women.

I told you I'll set you up!

What are you doing here?

She's right here.

Why can't it be now?

She's busy.

You have to wait if you

want it done properly!

Wait for what?

The Second Coming?

You've been waiting for 2000 years.

Any luck?

I can't talk right now.

Please leave.

Rumour has it,

he's only looking for only one thing...

his last inspiration.

And this... is Savio.

We were friends until I broke his heart.

He just came back home...

after 6 years.

To no family.

Probably searching for

some imagined family treasure...

in this empty house, all alone.

He's a broken man.

And I did the breaking.

Savio, Gabo and I grew up together.

Those two were inseparable...

but also fiercely competitive.

So when I told Savio that

I am marrying Gabo...

without saying a word,

he left Pocolim.

He returned after making

his fortune in Mumbai...

for his father's memorial service.

There was no point in coming earlier.

Rosalina had taken care of everything.

Jesus Christ, what the...

Who is this?

You didn't recognize him?

It's your father.

But this was a

black-and-white photograph.

It was fully gone.

You couldn't even take

a good picture of him.

That's my fault too?

But why didn't you use the original?

Look at him.

Are you talking about him?

Because he's dead.

Savio...

Savio, another word from you and...

Hold on.

So this was also my father's idea?

What did he say?

Paint my face pink. Make me a clown.

This... this was Eddie's idea.

Who the hell is Eddie, Father?

ls he blind?

ls he retarded?

Look,

Savio... it's just a little digital retouching.

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