Chillar Party

Poor parents.

They put in so much effort in naming their kids...

while friends destroy them with nicknames.

And those names stick forever!

Here are Mr. and Mrs. Iyer.

After four struggling years...

they still couldn't agree on a name.

Child's name?

-Rishab. -Ronnie.

-Rishab. -Ronnie.

-Rishab. -Ronnie.

-Rishab. -Ronnie.

Rama Shankar.

Nobody had the guts to argue with Grandpa.

But little did they know that Rama Shankar

was destined to be a left arm fast bowler.

And we would rechristen him as...

Akram!

Hey, Akram!

-Aunty, is Akram home? -Shut up!

What's with you kids? Why do you call him Akram?

-Oops! -Don't you dare call him Akram!

I won't let him play with you guys.

He is the team's left arm fast bowler.

Why can't they call him Rudra Pratap Singh or Ashish Nehra?

There are so many other good left arm bowlers.

I will get him to bowl with his right hand, I don't like that name.

His naming was an emotional affair.

My father was very happy when I was born.

So, he named me Happy Singh.

And when my son was born, I was promoted.

-Guess what we named him! -What?

Go on. It's a simple question.

Promotion Singh?

Lucky Singh!

But whatever poor Lucky Singh said...

the opposite would come true.

India is going to win today!

No!

We've lost the game!

Come on.

We should never watch the match with him.

So we called him...

Lucky, why does everyone call you 'Unlucky'?

Maybe because I am unlucky.

Now, Laxman was the younger kid.

Always in his brother's hand-me-downs.

It's almost new. We bought it last year.

It's time for school. Let's leave.

Wow, you're back in the second hand pants?

My bad luck is really bad!

He'd made up his mind to save for new clothes.

So we'd stop calling him Second Hand.

And here is the James Bond of movies.

The name is Jhangyani. Balwan Jhangyani.

He hated wearing underwear.

So, tell me...

why don't you wear an underwear?

Because it's in style!

Hrithik, Shah Rukh, Salman... nobody wears it.

You should also give it a try.

-Cheers! -We had no option but to call him

Janghya! Get us some water!

"Janghya! Get us some water!"

His pushy parents pushed him into everything.

Karate.

Skating.

Cricket.

Etcetera... etcetera...

That's why we called him, the all-rounder

Aflatoon, let's play!

Can't! I have tennis class!

This kid was on mute.

So naturally, we named him...

Hey, Silencer. Come down!

Indian by birth, Chinese by spirit.

His nickname... Shaolin.

And this is me. The mastermind of my team.

Ghatotkach!

Ghatotkach is the right answer.

Even our gang had a nickname.

Chillar Party! Shut up!

Creating a ruckus all day!

We had two enemies.

The oversized neighborhood cricket team.

To whom we lost all cricket matches

Losers! How about winning for a change!

So we can also celebrate!

Such losers!

The day we win, I swear I'll burst a cracker in his house.

Our other sworn enemy, Loose Motion.

Not the lady, her pommy!

She would poop all over the cricket ground.

And so we hated dogs too.

I wish I could wring its neck!

-We can't do anything to that dog. -Why not?

We'd be the prime suspects!

If another dog lands up here we'll end up playing hopscotch.

Got it?

He is right.

Poo! Poo, lots of poo.

There will never be... another dog in our colony!

Unlucky! Not again! You are not to say positive things!

My left eye is flickering. Is that a bad omen?

I am coming, Listen to me carefully

I am coming, Listen to me carefully

Hey! Why are you peeping inside?

I'm here for an interview.

Hey, Uncle!

-Uncle! -Hey, kiddo!

-Let him in. -Let's go, Buddy.

Come in. Welcome.

How are you?

We both are awesome! Like two peas in a pod!

Wait here, I'll be right back.

Come, Buddy.

And our worst nightmare came true.

There will never be another dog in our colony!

Come on.

Him?

-What's your name? -Fatka.

And him? Who is this?

This is my friend, Buddy.

You think he can clean all the cars?

-Of course, sir! -Sure, he is a bright kid.

-Fix his salary before you leave. -Yes.

Listen!

I don't want any complaints.

About you or your dog.

-Got it? -Yes, sir.

Work hard, kiddo!

There shouldn't be any complaints.

Greet him.

Mind your own business and don't poke your nose into anything.

The people here are very nice.

Except for the secretary, who's a pain.

As if I'm planning to marry him.

But where will you stay?

This called for an urgent meeting that very evening.

I guess the cycle has lost three kilos.

But you, not a gram!

What's your problem?

What's so funny, lollypop!

We need all information about our new problem.

Why?

First information...

then action.

Balwan, come home, right now!

Why, mummy?

Do you want me to come and get you?

With him it's action first and then information!

Okay, don't forget your tasks.

-So, Buddy... -No!

This is how they say it in Punjabi.

"I'll polish you from head to toe...

you'll be unlucky no more."

Gosh! He even knows my name!

He knows my name!

He talks to the cars.

In English, Punjabi and Japanese too.

Akram?

He takes tea on credit...

but buys biscuits for his dog.

Second Hand?

Both of them have blissful afternoon snoozes.

And watch TV standing outside the Electronics shop.

The spoilt brat doesn't even go to school.

Okay guys, see you after dance class.

That idiot, ruined our game.

Silencer?

No use asking him.

He talks to his dog as well.

Anything else?

It's true!

Remember how Doctor Dolittle talks to animals?

He does, doesn't he?

Janghya!

Your Dad has a DVD library, right?

So?

We need to do something about that!

"Talks to his dog!"

He does, I swear!

I swear!

As usual he's exaggerating!

Alright, Buddy. Now give me a good night kiss.

I told you he talks to his dog.

To weaken our enemy we need to strike on his business.

Why?

Because a weak enemy cannot blow his...

Guitar?

Drums?

Trumpet.

Oh! Trumpet!

Where are you taking the flour?

It's homework.

So now they're teaching kids to cook in school!

Carry on. It will be useful when you grow up!

Hang on.

Take some vegetables too.

It's a basic course, not advanced.