Jugni Page #2

What are you doing?

What's going on?

Why is it always "don't" with you?

What's going on?

- Let's not go there.

- No, let's go there.

Tell me.

- What's your problem?

- I don't know Sid.

My music isn't working.

I played tons of stuff to Nishant. He

doesn't like any of it. I don't get it.

I don't get it Vibs. We fight more

than we talk.

We don't do anything together anymore.

What's going on?

Sid, please.

Leave me alone. Please.

Fine.

You don't deserve these.

God damn it!

Where were you yesterday?

Why are you all dressed up?

Why are you pushing me?

You're such a pain. Speak softly.

Can I speak?

Say.

A guest from Mumbai.

A friend actually.

A friend? From Mumbai?

And I don't know.

She's here to record me.

She makes music for the film.

- Have you been drinking?

- I swear.

From Mumbai?

And she's here to meet you?

Absolutely. She came looking for Bibi.

But when I sang, she

forgot all about Bibi.

She said, "Mastana,

I'll only record you."

Record you? That's great!

Yes, my love.You see I'm blessed.

I'm also the best.

Let's go.

- Preeto.

- What?

I thought, rather than

her wandering about, why not--

Why not what?

Why not offer our

guest, a place to stay?

Oh God! Such a caring heart.

Preeto!

My heart cares for you, my love.

But you don't understand my feelings.

You are my special case.

My precious bottle of wine.

"I stand under a shower of love."

"I have fought the whole world for you."

"Do I deserve your taunts?"

"I have fought the whole world for you."

That was beautiful.

Since when have you been singing?

My dear...

...in our clan, a child's

first cry is a melody.

I've sung for as long as

I can remember.

Never thought of making an album?

Don't know about that.

A long time ago someone came

talking about a cassette.

He spoke sweetly.

But his eyes were dishonest.

He gave me 175 rupees.

Never make a promise you can't keep.

Maybe that recording led me to you.

Led you to me?

I came here looking for you.

You tuneless soul, look at me!

You liar.

What did I do to

deserve a son like you?

Wait!

Aren't you ashamed to tell me that

she came looking for you?

And you'll get my songs recorded too?

Go sing your sleazy songs.

You bastard.

Go to hell!

There they go again, mother and son.

This is Maan Saab.

I am next to him.

Next to me is Sardool Saab.

I've performed 27 shows with them.

They respect me.

I get paid in cash for every show.

Get a colour photo with me too.

I have a historic photo with you.

It will be printed after you're gone.

I'm not dying yet.

Not in the mood.

God bless you.

Tumbi, dholki, sarangi, daff,

harmonium, any instrument.

Just remember one name, Jeeta.

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