Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham... Page #5

When he saw her for the first time

he was very pleased...

And said, he approved of her.

But he said we would have

to ask for dowry.

He insisted that the girl should

bring from her parents' house...

lots of love and a long,

long ladder.

It's a great tradition.

The elders of the house choose

their daughter-in-law.

One can't trust these mad children.

No, Mataji... All that was then.

These days everything has changed.

- Nothing has changed, Nandini.

But these days children make

their choices themselves...

Nothing has changed, Nandini.

What I meant was...

- Nothing has changed.

But...

- I said it... didn't I?

That's it!

Your beauty is going to steal

his sleep in the nights...

Shut up!

- You shut up!

Where is your Ashfaque?

I haven't even seen him yet.

Introduce him to me.

Let me see how he looks.

He is arriving from

Lucknow today and...

he will come to meet you

as soon as he comes.

Tell me what you thought of him.

Stop this coy bride act now...

By the way,

what does he do in Lucknow?

He is a poet.

- A poet?

Then I'll get

along very well with him.

Really? Why?

That's because I write

a bit of poetry myself.

A ha... Ustad Anjali Ali Khan.

Let me say a few lines...

- Go on... Go on.

What heartache have

I gone through for thee...

What heartache have

I gone through for thee...

On one end is Rukhsar and

the other is Aunteee...

Shut up, you brat.

Do you know that the morning papers

have carried a photograph...

- of my boss and his son?

- Really? Can I see?

Wash your hands first...

- Oh God!

Tomorrow is his fiftieth birthday.

There's going to be a big party.

There will be lot of people.

I made it very clear to Bhabhiji

that the desserts will...

come from Chandni Chowk. That too

specially made by dear Anjali.

Really? And what did she say?

- She agreed.

But now you make sure that

you don't mess things up.

Both Rukhsar and you come to

the party with the kulfi.

Yes we will. Oh God, but

tomorrow is Bauji's birthday too.

So what? Come a little late.

In any case their party is

not going to start early.

Oh Allah! Oh Allah!

Do I have it?

No!

- You don't know anything.

Please dress appropriately

for tomorrow.

Yes Ammi, I will wear my new

shimmering, embroidered outfit.

Of course... You must.

After all everyone in the party

will be dying to know...

what Rukhsar is going to wear...

- Really?

C'mon Rukhsar... the gang... Please.

- No... not today.

Rukhsar please.

- No... Ammi is not feeling well.

I'll return it.

Your groom is coming

to visit us today, isn't he?

Where have we come now? How tacky!

You brat. Mother has sent some

medicines for Daijaan.

I'll back.

Ammi... Stop it now and

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