Saajan Page #3

According to your instructions...

l send all the royalty

earned by your books to...

Father D'mello's orphanage.

These are some letters and fan mail.

The rest is ordinary but...

This is very special.

She seems a devoted fan.

She is always requesting me

for your songs, your poems.

And her name is Miss Pooja.

l will fulfill her request.

l swear by poetry.

The name that l have earned

by singing your songs...

...is truly yours because the

words were from your treasury.

l'm sending you a cutting of the

picture of me receiving the prize.

And a gift for you.

Received your letter.

Was happy to read its contents.

l've kept my word and

sent you my new poem.

Hope you like it.

If you don't, don't hesitate.

Let me know so l can write even better

The blank frame hanging in my house

and l await for your photograph.

You snubbed a pretty girl like me!

That is why God has rendered

one of your legs useless.

lf l could, l'd break your other leg!

Not only are you a cripple,

you're a beggar who lives off others!

The Sagar (ocean) of my joy.

The Sagar of my imagination.

Every word written by you

sends my heart racing.

Your words woven with

pearls are my very life

l pray to God that you keep writing.

Today your face is extra bright.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Looks like you're a victim of love.

With you around

anything can happen to me.

- Why? - Because you have

the world rights for love.

You're talking to me but

your eyes are on that girl.

She looks as smooth as a duck!

l'll enjoy it when the mountain

sitting next to her falls on you.

You're talking of the mountain?

l'm thinking of cuddling up!

That mountain?

No, the girl. The little hillock.

Son then you're in for a lashing.

And if l hug her, you'll pay the bill.

Or l'll pay. Fine?

What are you doing?

- l'm blind.

- Take him to the toilet.

Poor boy. He's blind.

He's had it.

Get dinner fast.

Or l'll have to eat a punch.

What a lively boy.

Seeing them together l'm

reminded of the film, -Dosti'

One chap is lame and the other blind.

- Who is blind?

- That boy on that table.

He's Akash Verma. He'll become

anything to flirt with girls.

He fooled me!

See how l'll teach him a lesson.

Forget business. Talk about home.

- About children.

- My children are great.

lf one of my sons is a diamond,

the other is the Kohinoor diamond!

How do you differentiate between them?

How do l tell them apart?

Hear and decide for yourself.

Take Aman for example.

A turbulent mind

becomes calm at seeing him.

When he speaks it feels as if

rose petals fall from his lips.

Great! Then why don't

you open a flower shop?

l also want to start a shoe shop.

No place. Shall l use your head?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes