Homam Page #3

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Let's go Malli.

Tell me Goud.

l'll come.

l'll call you later.

Tell me.

Hey Mister!

Can't you hear me?

Can't you understand

if l tell you once?

Okay, shut up,

you said it once, right?

Hey, there's mad girl here...

Get up! Get out!

Do whatever you can,

l refuse to leave...

iDream

Do throw tantrums saying

you're a goon...l don't care...

Your round small face doesn't

suit for short temper...

Don't stare at me with

your prickly eyes...

When you shut your mouth,

your lips are fantastic...

You're thick skinned and

nothing works on you...

Though God gave you beauty,

he forgot to give you brain...

l'll not waste my time

for a street goon, get out!

lt seems you cut Goud's call,

he wants to talk to you urgently.

Use of cell phones is banned here.

Go.

You go out,

he wants to talk on phone.

l'm telling you.

l'm telling you.

Sathi, go out.

l got it.

Brother is stumped,

call back later.

You took the risk for Shabnam.

Not for Shabnam but for you.

How is it?

- Okay.

Just okay?

Superb!

- Superb?

Not the bandage but the girl

who bandaged you.

Aren't you fully tripped over her?

My heart is mad about your love...

iDream

iDream

How dare you kiss me!

Shall l kiss your lips?

Shall l slap you for

saying that again?

Stake a bet of one kiss for a slap...

Shall l book you under goons act

and get you lynched?

Say something else but

kiss me before leaving...

lf you act like mad,

l'll pinch you to death...

iDream

Get lost man!

My dear daughter Sathya!

What are you doing in a traffic jam?

Come here...come here...

Jagan! Ask the driver,

where are we now?

lt appears like Hindi,

what's that language?

lt's not a language but commotion.

He's a useless lawyer and

l'm his ineffective secretary.

The language he speaks is not Hindi,

it has no meaning.

He confuses judges with

his Hindi and win the cases.

Fate!

He fell into good times and

bought plots and flats.

He's shifting into a new flat.

Jagan, ask the driver

which area is this.

Don't know what he blabbers,

his bier and my obsequies.

There's no traffic jams

in Mumbai like this.

Vehicles come, go, crisscross...

Blood comes out as sweat.

You sweat too much.

No son...catch it.

You know Hindi?

Don't you know Hindi?

Don't know Hindi?

Bloody idiots!

What are you looking at?

Come to me.

Study Hindi, write Hindi.

Want to learn Hindi, right?

What?

Traffic jam is on the other side,

why did we stop sir?

What can l say?

Though my boss is useless lawyer,

his daughter is a good social worker.

She's clearing the traffic.

- Jagan, let's go.

Bloody fool!

You're always like this.

- lt's almost cleared, one minute.

Why should we be indifferent?

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