Life Is Beautiful a.k.a. La vita e bella Page #6

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You're the most sensible here.

How dare you call Paru!

What's this?

- What do you think of yourself?

Nothing doing, pay Rs.30000

and go home.

Where can he get Rs.30000?

He's just a student, if you want

l'll get Rs.10000. Leave him.

Just Rs.10000!

- Take this along with it.

What's this?

Why?

l feel she'll dump you in exactly

2 months 10 days.- You bloody!

Leave him, Suresh.

Ajay, stop!

Go boys!

Nagaraj, pay Rs.10000 tomorrow.

l'll pay Rs.10000 tomorrow.

You go.

Come boys.

- Let's go.- Sathya, come.

Sister!

What happened?

- Take it easy, let's go.

Nothing happened to me.

Sister...sister...

Are you shameless guys?

Will you beat him finding alone?

What?

Are you new to the area

to talk like this?

Leave her.

- Do you know here you are?

Leave her.

How dare you touch my sister!

l'll kill you!

Catch them boys!

Don't leave those B-phase people!

Come...come...

- Why do they hate us?

Those Gold phase guys want

to usurp our lake!

lt was a morning...

A dawn that caressed the wishes...

That moment my heart said get up...

A screen of chill cool breeze and

a ray of breaking dawn behind it...

lt is making everyone to get up

and come fast...

When breaking dawn waits...

The world will sing like

a nightingale...

You fatso!

You fatty!

- Come on guys!

Got too much of flab!

The entire world joins to celebrate

fun mischievously...

Elders abuse and scold us

inside home and outside too...

Rain or shine has no difference,

our fun never stops...

Wishes...smiles...sorrows...

fun...celebrations...

This mischievous life wants

to share everything...

Don't you've sense?

- Don't l know it?

Raju, wait...

- No need, keep it for him.

Come evenings it's friendly banter

by elders and young on the road...

Diwali, Holi or Christmas has no

difference, we celebrate every festival...

Protests and picketing never

touch our lives...

This is our world,

it is ours and always will be...

This colourful life moves on...

lt seems you do massage, darling.

Brother, madam is coming.

l'm always near you, know that?

l like you so much.

Why are you troubling me?

Car is my father's, he'll not sell it.

Do you know how beautiful you are?

l don't know English.

What is this nonsense

you're talking on phone?

Do massage, nonsense...

come on tell me now.

l'm sparing because we belong

to the same colony.

lf you do it again,

l'll send you all to jail.

Why is he scolding us?

- l don't know.

Darling, don't hang up the phone.

l'll come where ever you want me.

- What happened?

Just once for my sake, darling.

What's the problem, madam?

No problem, madam.

Don't say sorry to me.

Why is she crying?

Who the hell is torturing

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