Jaane Tu... Ya Jaane Na Page #3

Look...I don't like getting into scraps!

Mum promised dad on his deathbed

that I'd never raise my hand to anyone.

So you can call me coward,

chicken, whatever...

...it makes no difference.

If someone is rude to me,

it makes no difference to you?

If someone raises a hand to me,

it still makes no difference.

You won't get into a scrap. Right?

He was just following his dad's...

- Dreams?

- ...principles.

Actually, his mother had modified

the truth a bit.

She had portrayed Jai's dad

as a Gandhi-Buddha combo.

In reality, Amar Singh Rathore was...

slightly different.

Amar, I'm warning you

for the last time.

Get out of Jai's dreams.

Then stop turning him into a coward.

I feel ashamed of him.

He's a Rathore...

A Rathore from Ranjhore!

If I wanted a Rathore from Ranjhore,

I would have stayed in Ranjhore.

You, your family...

You are all insane!

Insane, psychotic, violent...

...men!

Jai's a simple boy who doesn't raise

his hand unnecessarily.

When will you cut

that umbilical cord, woman?

My dear, Savitri...

Just because he's been cut off

from his tradition,

will he not try to be true

towards his tradition?

Mark my words, Savitri.

One day he will make all of Ranjhore,

all the Rathores, all Rajasthan proud.

And you shall behold him in silence!

The Rathores from Ranjhore took

their machismo pretty seriously.

And so after Amar Singh's death,

Savitri ran away.

Jai was just...five years old then!

In Ranjhore, a boy has to complete

three rites of passage to become a man.

- What?

- Not now, Jiggy.

But she has to know the three

conditions to get the story!

You don't know how to tell a story.

Right thing at the right time.

Right time being the end of the story?

What happened, then?

We jump to our graduation day.

A farewell party at Aditi's house.

Where Aditi's dad gave Jai a cheque

for a million rupees to forget Aditi.

Bombs, she's pulling her leg,

why are you tripping...?

But Peachy and Pumpkin are

the world's coolest parents.

Rotlu! Where are you? Sit!

We're talking about

that scrap the other day.

Check out the claw marks.

Dance? Me?

A little bit...one dance?

Rotlu...my sweet Rotlu!

If I dance, the whole party

will shift to the garden.

Come on, Meow!

Dance tonight or

you'll never dance in your life.

Breaking News! I can't dance!

Who's Pappu?

Come to the floor. I'll show you!

He's muscular!

He's popular!

He's muscular, he's popular!

Spectacular! He's a bachelor!

Pappu's car is the fastest,

To babes, he's the Coolest

His eyes are light blue,

His skin an Italian hue

A Rado on his wrist,

Gucci on his body

But Pappu can't dance, baby!

Yeah! Pappu can't dance, baby!

Pappu was born a lucky sprout

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