Shaandaar

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This story begins

as all stories begin.

It was a dark and stormy night.

Lightning streaked the sky.

The clouds rumbled ominously.

And a man named Bipin...

...was coming home

with a little orphan.

Bipin lived with his

termagant of a mother.

And his wife who was

even more of a terror.

In her world,

every relationship was a deal.

Her world was a marketplace.

And in her marketplace, a child with

no antecedents counted for nothing.

Bipin's mother and wife rejected

the child at first glance.

But thanks to her survival instinct...

...the little one would not be budged.

- Alert! Alert!

- Danger!

Bipin never told anyone where the girl

came from or why he brought her home.

Never. And the termagants

asked quite often.

One day, Bipin found out...

...that his motherless

tyke was a baby owl.

Her friends were bats.

He tried everything he could...

...but he could not get her to sleep,

perchance to dream.

She stayed awake all night.

But all day, she was awake too.

But Bipin was not one to give up.

One day, he gave his princess a box.

It was a dream box.

Dreams?

Every day, he drew her a new dream,

just for her.

All this in the forlorn hope that

his princess would one day sleep...

...and learn the joy of dreaming.

But every princess needs a prince

to coax her to the Land of Nod.

"Riding a whim, I'm on my way..."

"We were meant to meet,

some day, some way..."

"Riding a whim, I'm on my way..."

"We were meant to meet,

some day, some way..."

"Riding a whim, I'm on my way..."

Who is this numbskull'?

Sorry, Daddy-O, I'm...

What d'you mean 'sorry'?

Can't you look where you're going?

Blind turn back there, right'?

Didn't see it.

You aren't blind, are you'?

I said, sorry, innit'?

Hey, blind bat,

what are you looking at'?

Look at me and talk.

You didn't see my car when you had to.

Now look at me and talk.

Yo, I said sorry three times.

What more do you want'?

C'mon give one back.

What'?

Return a sorry.

What'?

Until you return

one of my 'sorries', I won't move.

Who returns apologies?

You do. Give one back or I stay put.

- I've dealt with his kind before.

- Stay in the car.

Let me deal with this.

Get this bike out of the way.

Won't. Whatcher gonna do about it'?

- Hey

- Hey-e'!

- Hey-ey-e'!

- Hey-eV-QWQV

You wanna make something of this'?

Do you know who I am'?

Who are you'?

Why would I tell you'?

Do you know who I am'?

Why would I want to know?

Bipin!

Bipin ? Who's the hot broad'?

Down, boy.

Geetu, wait in the car.

Let me handle this.

Where are you going, Eesha'?

- To help?

- But Eesha...

Can I help?

Eesha, it's okay.

I'll manage. Wait in the car.

Hey, Eesha!

Hi.

Hey!

Wow! !

Triumph Thunderbird Storm,

270 degree firing interval.

Really? I thought it was 250 degrees.

270, Beeps. Parallel Twin.

You know so much about so much.

Interested in bikes, are ya'?

In everything.

Alia.

Ooh la la. Alia.

Jagjinder Joginder.

- Who is this'?

- it's me, sir.

So you had to tell me in the end.

Whatever, dude.

Look, lemme move my belly-shover.

That's right, move it along.

You lot, get in the car.

You, get that out of the way.

One sorry on your account, Daddy-O.

Move!

Love you too!

It's a fairy-castle!

It's beautiful!

Are you happy, kiddo?

Yes Dad, it's perfect!

Why wouldn't it be'?

Mummyji has paid for it.

And now if you're done with

your little lovefest, can we go in'?

Mummyji will be waiting.

My picture small?

That small?

That small?

OMG!

This is like K3G!

Totally!

Hi, Ria, Pia.

- Hi, FTB.

- Hi, FTB.

Oh sorry...FTB?

- Father of the bride!

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