Jugni Page #4

Do what you want.

Just give me my share.

A skirt, pant or a lungi?

What is she wearing?

You have a baughty sight.

Is she a foreigner?

Should I whistle?

No, just wink.

Let that be.

Let's start.

Presenting... Jugni.

You forgot again.

What are you doin?

One day you'll know the value

of these songs. Where's the book?

The book?

This boy is blessed.

But he just won't sing the old songs.

Mr. "Up to date"!

Ask him for a modern song.

Let it be. I'll start.

"My Guru is my heart."

"My Guru is my heart."

"It orders and I follow."

"It orders and I follow."

"I bow to zest and zeal."

"I bow to zest and zeal."

"For everything."

"For everything."

Excellent.

Fantastic.

"A piggybank of fun and games."

"A piggybank of fun and games."

"That grows by the day."

"Woman, she's not a flute of sorrow."

"She's celebration,

she's a song, she's a dance."

"She's celebration,

she's a song, she's a dance."

"She's celebration,

she's a song, she's a dance."

"The unstruck sound resonates."

"The unstruck sound resonates."

"Warming every corner of the heart."

"Growing by the day."

"Warming every corner of the heart."

"Lighting up every nook."

"Woman, everywhere she steps."

"Lighting up every nook."

"Woman, everywhere she steps."

"Lighting up every nook."

"Woman, everywhere she steps."

"Woman, everywhere she steps."

"Woman, everywhere she steps."

Superb!

Fantastic!

Way to go!

Saroop, shall we?

Not a problem.

"My Guru is my heart."

"It orders and I follow."

Sorry, cut.

It's not the same.

Let's make tea.

For energy?

Booze is for energy.

Just a second!

Make tea.

Should I take yours off too?

Yes.

Can't breathe.

"My Guru is my heart."

Exactly. This is what I wanted.

Is it?

On your left is the

sad and forlorn one.

On your right is the happy one.

So beautiful.

A photo?

One more.

Let's take one together.

Come on.

That's nice.

Can I ask you something?

Do city people ask before asking?

- How did you and Preeto meet?

- Alcohol.

Alcohol? How?

This is what happened.

It was the peak of

winter and I was all set.

Meaning drunk.

When I'm drunk, I'm a lion. I climbed

to the terrace to declare my love.

Then got confused. Were the flowers

marigolds or roses?

Flowers?

Yes. The quilts have printed flowers.

Then?

- And then the story turns.

- I know that.

A twist in the tale.

Yes.

Preeto was elsewhere and I got

under the wrong quilt.

Would you believe it.

Rano's aunt was sleeping

with her slippers on.

I shouted, and so she did too.

I am serious.

Too funny.

So nice.

Show me.

Just a second.

Nice.

Jaildar Singh Jaili requests

a song by Bibi Saroop.

Here it is, Mr. Jaildaar.

Your song is finally playing.

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