Flight Page #3

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He brought you into this world.

Mummy did that...

He is your father.

What kind of a father is he?

He abandoned me for eight years...

One letter a year which

sounded like the news on TV.

"Everything is fine here.

I got your results...

"...you could do better."

I had even forgotten his face...

Saw him at the station

and wondered who he was...

I'm his son, not a

fixed deposit in a bank.

I'll clean toilets all my life

but I won't work for him.

Come on, get up.

Every father wants his son to

grow up to be just like himself.

Give him a chance.

He might understand.

I know that you'll do

whatever it is you want...

But first stand on your feet.

Then be whatever you want to

be; Write or clean toilets.

Come...

The food's getting cold...

Come. For my sake...

You can't deny a fat man his food...

I'm starving.

Bring Arjun upstairs.

Arjun get up.

Arjun get up.

Let's get some facts straight...

This is my house...

If you stay here, you will

have to live by my rules.

First rule-

Call me Sir as Arjun does.

What did you call

your seniors at school?

Sir

What happened at Jimmy's

should never happen again.

You will never...

Ever misbehave with me again...

You will not raise your voice...

And you will only do as I say.

Understood?

Okay

The word is 'Yes'

Yes

Yes what?

Yes Sir

Give up your dreams of

being a writer.

It will not happen.

Stop flying.

Keep your feet on the ground.

Do you understand me?

Yes Sir.

You will come to the

factory with me from tomorrow.

You'll work there till lunch

then leave for engineering college.

Thanks to your school record...

I've had to beg a

lot of favours for you.

If you let me down again...

I'll slit your throat.

Do you understand?

Did Sir shout at you?

He always shouts at me.

Or beats me.

Be down in five minutes.

Arjun.

I'll show you the sights

of Jamshedpur while we jog.

When we return, we will

race from there to here.

But I don't want to race.

Has anyone asked you?

Lets go.

And you?

I can't run.

Why?

Chotu.

- Brother...

Got your son running too?

Run Rohan run

Come on! Catch up!

Shall I come too?

I'm coming...

Run.

You know who this is?

Sumant Moolgaonkar!

He made this park

Come on...

Lets go.

Come on...

J.N. Tata.

J.R.D. Tata

JUSCO:

P.N. Bose.

St. George's Church

Come on.

Timing?

Forty one minutes.

Good.

Disgraceful!

Disgraceful!

Listen

Study well

I shouldn't get any complaints.

Okay Sir.

This is my son Rohan.

He's been at Bishop Cotton School.

He will be joining us from today...

Let's hope he'll

work as hard as we do.

And be a good co-worker.

He is my son, but at home.

Not here.

If anyone has a complaint

about him...

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