Anwar Ka Ajab Kissa (अनवर का अजब किस्सा)

Stop. Stop here.

Quick...... we'll miss the train.

What took you so long?

Sorry darling. Come in.

Wait.... Did you close the door?

What's your name? - Nikhil.... why?

Father's name? - S. K. Pandey.

What do you do? - I work... in an office.

Apart from kissing girls what else do you do in your office?

What's your favourite food?

Your date of birth?

Who's she? Girlfriend? Or just time pass?

What's going on? What are you doing?

Love or lust?

Who are you? - You're asking me?

Who the hell are you? - You're asking me?

Yes, answer me. - See you soon.

Hey... wait a minute...

Who is he?

Hello. Mr. Mukherjee speaking? - Yes.

Calling from Inner Eye Detective Agency sir,

Mr. Dayashankar Joshi would like to speak to you.

Mr. Joshi from Inner Eye? - Yes sir.

Ok, connect it.

Sir, Mr. Mukherjee is on the line.

Yes, Mr. Mukherjee? - Yes.

We have interesting news about your case. - Oh.

Can you come to our office?

No. Tell me over the phone.

The girl you selected for your son is having an affair..

with a guy called Nikhil Pandey.

We have proof.... photos of the boy and his house.

Can you get one of them together? - Yes, if you give us some time.

'Let it go.' - Than...

OK. Shall we continue?

'No, not necessary.' I will tell you.

I'll send a man to you with the photos and a bill tomorrow.

You paid an advance of 3000. 5000 is still due. OK?

Who is Dayashankar Joshi? Who?

Are you Dayashankar Joshi? - Yes, yes...

Why are you following me? You think I don't understand?

Who sent you after me?

Look, you are misunderstanding... No one appointed us!

Shut up.

What misunderstanding? Don't pretend.

That old fool...

I got your name, number, everything from his mobile.

Tell him I can't stand him.

His breath, his touch, his laugh... I despise everything. I hate him.

No, no madam, Mr. Sharma is a nice man.

He loves you a lot.

He showed me your old photo, said it was love at first sight.

He made cold coffee for me.

Believe me, it was great.

He's slightly possessive about you.

Stop talking nonsense. Why did you say no one hired you?

If you ever follow me again, I'll shut down your company.

Do you understand? Don't forget.

Anwar, you've been here for ten years and you still don't know....

sniffers must work secretly. This is basic.

How did she know you've been following her?

If her husband loves her or not, it's none of your business.

In the Mukherjee case,

the way you asked names and took photos was not right.

You are ruining both your own and the company's reputation.

But I had to know if the girl was in good hands.

Did they really love each other or was the boy just having fun?

What if the girl got pregnant?

Shut up! Everyone is not an idiot like you!

Find out as much as you need, and flush off the rest. OK?

Our company has a good name. My father started it forty years ago.

He was a genius, the only Sherlock Holmes in the city.

Sir, you said that before.

Go to Mr. Mukherjee's house tomorrow and collect the cheque.

Take the photo of the girl and the documents he gave us.

You have a new case from tomorrow.

Sit down.

Are you left-handed, sir?

Could you give part in cash? OK, sir... no problem.

Here's the balance payment.

Where is the original picture of the girl? I'll need it.

Here sir, I've also got other photos.

I handled the case, sir.

No picture showing them together?

Give me one more day, sir... I'll get one.

No. I've checked on four girls.

They're all the same. Nonsense!

Mr. Anwar, such things don't happen in your Muslim community, do they?

You have strict social discipline. Girls and boys don't mix, do they?

Well sir, things are changing. - Bye dad.

Your son?

Looks like you sir.

You're looking for a girl for him? - Yes.

For this fellow?

Sorry Pradip. - Why are you so late?

Sorry, sorry... please don't mind.

Try to understand.

I told my parents...

How long can we wait?

Let's celebrate.

Where will we celebrate?

Any 5-star...

Really? - Sure.

What gift will you give me? - Surprise.

Pradip, I missed my date.

Meaning?

You idiot! You don't understand anything.

I told you to take precaution, but you didn't.

What if something happens? Nothing will happend, don't worry.

May I sit here?

That man is taking our picture.

That one?

Yes, the one with black glasses.

Hey! Stop!

Hey! Stop!

He's gone.

Mr. Mukherjee?

Who are you?

Wow! What biceps!

Isn't there a big picture of a horse in your house?

My god, it's great.

Who are you?

Your father is a lefty,

but has great handwriting.

Isn't your father looking for a bride for you?

Who the hell are you? - Wait, wait...

And you're going round with another girl?

Now she is pregnant!

You should marry this one. She's good looking.

Why are you bluffing your father?

How many bellies do you want to blow up?

You son-of-a-bitch!

Salam, Anwar. - Salam, Uncle. How are you?

You didn't meet my parents. They were a fantastic couple!

Deeply in love with each other, like in that film - 'Amar Prem Kahani'

Sometimes I think, if they were so much in love, then why just me?

My uncle had fourteen children.

Don't ask how he had fourteen.

I think father wanted her to look young forever...

Are women just child-producing machines?

Too many children wears out a woman.

What do you think?

Say something.....

I'm doing all the talking...

Speak up, my dear.

Dad was a postman.

You know what a postman is?

He wore his uniform, set out on his cycle and..

delivered a thousand letters a day.

Every letter had a story.

One man got a job.... another one lost his.

Someone had a son... Someone had a daughter.

Strange, isn't it ?

Did you ever get a letter?

Who would write to you? Your old master?

He kicked you out of his house because you had a skin disease.

If you hadn't met me, you'd be wandering around the streets today.

Me too...

I was also new in this city, all alone.

You need a companion in the city.

And you started following me...

I looked back and you howled.

I understood you also needed a friend.

I've had too much to drink.

Lalu,

do you remember your mother?

I really miss mine.

My... Wait... Lalu...Lalu..

Come here... sit...sit.

Mummy's father was a rich man. He died when she was a child.

I spent my school holidays with grandmother.

They had a big house... I'll take you to there some day.

I'll take you to meet someone...

...my dream girl.

Ayesha.

Oh my god! She was so beautiful.

Tall, fair, long black hair, Dimples....

I liked her so much.

She loved me, but our backgrounds were so different.

She had no guts...

No guts means no future... No future.... no life!

Her parents married her off...

She's gone.

I've had too much.

What now? Potty?

Just when I was getting into a good mood...

such a nice mood...

Lalu, let's go potty.

Have a grand shit... the envy of your friends.

Shame, shame, shame !

Look Lalu... look at the city.

How strange !

All the ghosts are rising up.

Even the ghosts in this city stab each other in the back.

They suspect each other.

Have you ever seen a ghost? Come.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

I'm constipated...

My god !