Super Star

Mr. Dabur, I want to say something.

You've appointed me for a job.

It's my job to decide how to execute it.

I didn't understand.

You want gold? You will get it safely.

But the condition is that I'll do it alone.

-You want to execute this task alone? -Yes.

You think you can do it alone?

No. I know I can do it alone.

Okay. I'll take a risk with you.

But remember, the police will be right behind you

and so will be Samanth.

Only my fate will be behind me, Mr. Dabur.

He will come. Now our star will come.

Tiffin, be ready to whistle.

Sit down. There's still some time.

After half an hour, in the next song.

How do you know?

Because she has seen it only four times.

Mausam.

Mausam.

Why don't you tell him?

Mr. Mehra.

Look at this. It's an HP.

My son sent me a laptop from there.

This is my papa.

My papa thinks I won't be able to do anything in life.

Just like Prem's papa felt.

Like Prem's papa,

my papa was fed up of making me understand.

Father, you can call me useless or whatever you like.

But I'll be successful one day.

But that's not the only problem in life.

There's another problem. My neighbour.

He's more worried about me than his son in America.

He comes here everyday to instigate my papa.

Whenever you feel like talking to him, do that. What is it called... chat.

Yes. Chat with him.

Look, this is a mouse.

I can't see Kunal anywhere.

Oh, he must have gone for his daily struggle.

Will you bring tea for Mr. Sharma?

Why doesn't he ask his son from America to get tea for him?

-Kusum. -I'll get it.

This is the most lovable character of my life.

'Mother India'. My mother.

She's a movie buff, but I like her this way.

She's exactly like me.

What are you doing?

Kunal's song was being played, and you changed the channel.

Let it be. How many times will you watch it?

-Sister-in-law... -It'll come.

-What channel was it on? -No.16.

Fine, watch it again.

Here he comes.

"Let us fly. Let us fly"

-Now. -Now.

Now.

Now.

And this is Mausam.

What can I say about her?

She is just like Anjali.

Sanju's Anjali.

And the one in the freeze frame on the side,

that's me.

To watch this three-second shot, she has come for the fourth time.

She's a bit crazy.

"Let us fly. Let us fly"

"Let us fly. Let us fly"

"Let us fly. Let us fly"

"Let us fly. Let us fly"

These TV people don't show the entire song.

If they would've shown the entire song

the third person in the fourth row was my son, Kunal.

Dancing like this.

I'll bring the biscuits.

Congratulations, Mr. Mehra.

In three years, your son has reached the fourth line at least.

In a year or two, he'll be seen clearly.

You should retire.

I'm leaving.

It is time for my son to return... in America, of course.

I'll go and chat with him.

-You didn't drink the tea. -It must have gotten cold.

I'll come again tomorrow.

I'm leaving, sister-in-law.

Shall I call the fire brigade?

Sharma has started the fire.

He wasn't wrong.

The entire society says that.

Mr. Tambe's son is preparing for CA examinations.

Our manager's son is preparing for the medical entrance exam.

His son works in America and takes care of his parents.

But they're not seen on TV.

Hey, dear. Hi. Hello.

-Happy birthday to you. -Thank you. Thank you very much.

I liked your work a lot in the film.

Yes, that's why you've seen it only four times.

And now watched it for fifth time.

Have you brought the snacks?

What are you doing, Mausam?

Aunt must be waiting for you at home.

Uncle must be waiting, too.

What have you thought about your life?

What is the plan for now? Do we have to go home right away?

Thanks for coming along.

He won't scold me as much.

He's come.

Not today. It's his birthday.

Fine, not today.

Please, not today.

-My respects, Mother. -Where were you all day long?

-He's waiting, too. -Happy birthday to me.

Happy birthday to me.

Happy birthday. Happy birthday.

Happy birthday to me.

He's reading the paper without his glasses?

I wished you in the morning.

Happy birthday.

Come on. Let's have dinner.

Mother, serve the food.

Thank you.

And how was your day?

Mine? First class.

It was my birthday, so Tiffin...

My day was absolutely fantastic.

You know, I appeared for two job interviews today.

The first one is sure.

The second one is almost sure.

Very good. That's very nice.

What have you thought about your life?

If I think of something, you'll be the first to know.

Let it be. We're having dinner.

It's my birthday. We have to eat the cake, too.

Yes. Cake, cake. Come on, let's cut the cake.

-First, finish your food. -Yes. Food first.

That's fine. It's your birthday.

We'll eat the cake, too.

I bought it for Rs.150.

Kunal, I want to say,

that we'll be very happy if you get a job.

Then on your next birthday

you'll buy the cake with your own money and take us out for dinner.

Really. We would like it very much.

-Thanks, Mother. The food was very nice. -Kunal.

And I'll pay you back the money for the cake.

Aunt, I'll bring him back. I know where he is going.

You won't change.

I had told you, not today.

Was there a need to mention about the money for the cake?

It's not about the Rs.150.

You very well know what I meant.

But he works.

He dances. He fights.

As extra, my son stands under the sun for hours.

He is working.

Tell me. What is the need for him to do all this?

Couldn't he just do a simple job?

Some people are happy in a 9 to 5 job.

But some people want to become famous.

My son belongs to that category.

Eat the cake. It's my son's birthday.

Eat.

Sir, will you turn your face a bit to the right?

Just a bit.

Okay. That's perfect, too.

Okay. Kunal, can you tell me

why does India love you so much?

You got to see the preview downstairs, right?

Come on, Kunal.

Come on, Mausam. What're you doing?

What am I doing?

I'm interviewing the future superstar of India.

Sir, please.

My career will soar.

Now, that's like it.

Okay, will you tell our young fans

your recipe of becoming a famous superstar?

All you journalists always ask the same question.

I'm going to tell you for the last time, write it down.

Okay.

The recipe for becoming a star is very simple.

Take a cup of Amitabh's talent.

And keep it on low flame for years.

Then add half a cup of Shah Rukh's charm.

And boil it.

After that, add two spoonfuls of Aamir's intensity

and one spoonful of Hrithik's dance.

Mix all of them well.

After that, sauté it with Salman's looks.

That's it. Your superstar is ready.

I was eight years old when we came to live here.

At that time, I didn't see my house or this building either.

First, I saw this poster.

At that time, it had a photo of Mr. Salman.

And I told mother, one day I'll be seen on it.

And mother started laughing.

You know, Kunal, amongst all of us, you were the only one

who knew what you wanted to be.

And you're working towards it.