Yaadein...

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Back in India, after 25 years

in London, yet pure Hindustani

London...

A home there...

a home here

Shalini

Happy birthday, my love

The priest gave me

a garland of flowers...

for your portrait

But garlands are for those

who have departed

But you haven't departed,

you're with me...

with me, every moment

No, no news of Sanya

It's past three am

Let me check out the house

once again

Where have you been?

- Friend's birthday

I went out for a party.

- You know what time it is?

Aren't you ashamed? For four hours,

I've been looking for you

Why? I'm not a kid! Go to bed, Papa.

We'll talk in the morning

Why not now?

You've been drinking alcohol?

- Not alcohol. Just wine

I told you! Let's talk

in the morning

Else I'll complain to the police,

I'll report you

Are you out of your mind?

For the children,

I'm no friend...

unless I have answers

for their questions

Drinking coke, in the store?

- Why not?

I know it's your weakness,

I've stocked up on Coke

Not one, I have two weaknesses.

One's this, the other is...

your soft, lovely tresses

Besides, this is the best coolant

for my hot head

Coolant for your hot head is also

this. Look at this greeting card

Sanskrit shloke

The only time I heard Sanskrit,

was the only time I spoke Sanskrit

And that was during my wedding,

and then the priest...

recited the mumbo-jumbo

and thence on...

to Buckingham, Birmingham,

and all over

You are the scholar,

you are the Oxford professor

Better you translate

that for me

Meaning...?

Till the age of five,

children are to be loved

After they turn ten, you ought

to keep an eye on them

Once that have reached sixteen,

you ought to make friends with them

Get that, love? At sixteen, make

friends. That's if you want...

a happy home, forever

Old hat.

- Also today's new message

Striking a friendship

with my daughters!

For a father like me!

In an alien land...

Return the trolley.

I'll be in the car

Sorry, we're switching off

life support

How can this be?

The doctor gives me only

2 or 3 minutes to talk to you

No love, I'm with you

In 25 years, I haven't even taken

a breath without depending on you

You've taken care of everything...

what am I to do?

The homes, the daughters...

how am I to take care of them?

What will I talk to them about?

You will...

you are their mother, Papa too

Just promise me one thing.

- Tell me, love

Till they are married,

don't stay away from them...

be friends with them

How will I do it, love?

Ever since they have grew up...

I haven't even had a simple

conversation with them

Remember that Sanskrit shloke?

Yes

Give happy farewells

to our three daughters

Understand them...

give them understanding

There! I've slapped you.

Come to the police

Report me

If not with me,

your friend of 25 years...

with whom will you open up?

You're my kin. Before who else,

can I bare my heart?

Stop bickering over every

small thing

So what if they're daughters?

The world is full of daughters

If he can't, well he can't

If you're my son's best friend,

why can't you be best friends...

with your daughters?

- L.K... daughters are different

What will you do then?

I'm thinking of returning to India,

for a change of enviromnent

For a father, playing mother

is tough

Kids these days!

Ever since he was a child...

I put Ronit away in a hostel

That's why I left mine in Lahore.

Kids, stay where you belong

Beat me up. Give me a bad beating.

I had gone crazy

No my baby, you're my best

Papa, we three have promised never

to make you unhappy, never to fight

It's all my fault children,

it's all my fault

Now I understand what a great friend

your mother was to you

The father is merely the provider

of money, comforts

But the mother...

like a friend, she shares

your woes, your sorrows

I tried

Yes, I tried,

but I failed...

to understand you,

your feelings

No Papa. Now that Ma is gone,

you are our friend

We'll do whatever you say

For me today, the only true East

where the sun rises, is my India

The departure of my dear friend Raj

for India, leaves London deserted

My friend, he's gone.

- Start worrying about your son

Off he goes to India,

right behind Raj?

Simple sweetheart. For him,

Raj is father, mother and friend

Sure! You and I aren't

his parents at all

We are, only for namesake

Ronit is the son of Raj and Shalini,

in thought, in mind, in nature

Which is why, he's so middle-class

And he leaves this palatial house

and sets up studio! Dance, music...

Mohobbat.com !

- An artiste, he's an artiste

Indian music ties millions of

Asian Indians across the world...

in a single thread

The end of all quarrels over

race and creed? Indian music

Teaches one language to Punjabis,

Marathis, Gujaratis, Bengalis...?

Makes every Indian

a global Indian...?

For friendships, love, marriages...

Iog on to our dotcom,

cdguru.com

Ronit, Raj uncle called for you.

He has emailed too. Read it

After Coke-Mohobbat.com...

we aren't accepting sponsorships for

anything less than 500,000 dollars

If they agree, okay

Sorry for coming away to India without

telling. Lalit will tell you why

Sorry pal, I had too.

You must've understood

Pointess telling you that we miss you.

We keep talking about you

Just today I was telling

Isha and Avantika...

about the incident in your college,

when Shalini and I were visiting you

You had just been awarded the trophy

for the best student in the college

You sidetracked Lalit and Nalini,

and you headed straight for me

You forgot your parents and

you touched Shalini's feet

Lalit was so jealous! I remember.

And it made Shalini double-happy

With memories like these we're trying

to sette down to our new lives

In any case, Isha is returning

to London to complete her studies

Take care of yourself, Ronit.

Your best friend, Uncle Raj.

"Loves..."

"griefs..."

"tales..."

"words"

"Words are forgotten"

"Memories return"

"Memories cherished,

of beloved ones..."

"return once they're gone"

"Life, my darling..."

"is like flowing water"

"After the water has flown..."

"what remains?"

"Memories"

There are loves

There are griefs

There are tales

There are words

Words are forgotten

Memories return

Memories of the loved ones come back

once they have departed

Oh these memories...

alas memories...

"All of us, in our worlds..."

"long for our memories"

"Some happinesses,

bits of sorrows..."

"they belong to us,

we belong to them"

"Memories..."

"sweet memories"

"bittersweet memories..."

"of loves..."

"of griefs..."

"of tales..."

"of words..."

"of words forgotten..."

"but memories return..."

"memories cherished,

of beloved ones..."

"returning once they're gone"

New York, Mr Black

Our shares were down till yesterday,

not today. Just you watch...

by Monday next, they're going

to peak. Yes, we're praying...

to the Goddess of Fortunes. Now

she will grace my home

You tell that to those mutual funds

Join us for the prayers

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