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Raja!
I did it for fun. - Is he of your age?
Nobody here is of my age.
He's being naughty! Keep him with you.
Take him! - C'mon!
Mr. Ram Nath! Remember me? - Welcome!
Naughty boy! You totally forgot me. Didn't even invite me!
Who can forget you, Mrs. Pestonjee?
Mrs. Nath, you don't look like a mother of a 6 year old boy.
You are sweet 16!
You look like a beauty queen!
This is your son, right? My darling child.
Now give a kiss to aunt. C'mon.
Help! He bit me!
You stupid, idiot, rascal!
Haven't you taught him any etiquettes or manners?
An absolute brute!
What happened? - What?
Your son bit my cheek!
He should be thrown out of the house!
There is no discipline! No manners!
Send him to a reform school. - Please!
Raja apologize! - No! What if somebody forces you to kiss?
What have you done? He's just a kid. Does one hit a kid?
Shut up! Is this what you've taught him?
I didn't teach him to misbehave!
Kid's bad conduct is mother's responsibility.
Mother! You never gave me the honour to be one. - Sushma!
Two woollen coats.
6 vests.
6 briefs.
3 coloured jerseys.
Madam, persuade the master.
How can such a small kid stay away from his parents?
Mrs. Braganza, didn't you think of this before?
The kid was under your guardianship and he got spoilt.
We had forgotten,
that you're just a servant and not his mother!
I may not be his mother but I was like a mother to him.
And if that's the case, excuse me for being blunt.
You didn't even breast-feed him. Are you a mother?
Mrs. Braganza!
Today I'm happy as well as sad.
Sad, because you've been here for so many years and I love you all.
But today my heart is crying to bid you goodbye.
I'm also glad that you'll step in this world in the real sense.
From today your life is your own.
I'll remind you once more,
that you've to find your own ways and goals.
Take your own decisions about your life.
Believe me. Success is impatiently waiting for you.
Goodbye. Good luck!
Raja, what's your program? Will you stay for the farewell function?
I want to and I've sought my parent's permission. Let's see.
Our principal tells us to take our own decisions
and here's a mama's boy, who has to seek permission.
These are our days to have fun. Why seek permission?
Sushi!
You're very late.
How was the party? - Very nice.
Are you staying up for me?
No. I had some work to finish.
Go to sleep. I'll join you later.
Listen.
Your letters are on the table. Take them.
Raja has sent a letter. - What does he write?
He writes exams have gone well.
Good.
And asks, 'Can I stay back for our farewell function on the 24th?'
24th?
When is his birthday?
On the 23rd.
23rd?
Then how can he stay back?
No.
I'm going to celebrate his birthday in a grand style.
It's a good excuse to invite my clients and business friends.
Socializing is a very important part of doing business.
It would be useful if he comes and meets people.
Tell him to come home immediately.
Well mama's boy, all packed and ready to go?
Yes.
My parents want me to reach home by the 23rd.
It's my birthday. - Really?
How old will you be?
18!
Don't be funny! You haven't even lost your milk-teeth!
Would you please get out from here?
I'm working!
Must be penning a poem.
Yes.
People go out in the evenings to seek a muse.
And then there is Mr. Raj Nath.
C'mon, I'll show you something.
To hell with you!
I've brought poetry in motion!
One look and you'll pen ten odes to her!
I'll burn that diary of yours!
Can't you spare me a moment?
C'mon. Let me deal with you first.
C'mon. Look towards the gate.
There's a limit to indecency! - Listen!
Cool it! You've your whole life to write poetry.
But a girl like... - Shyam, aren't you ashamed?
If your parents found out you do all this instead of studying?
How will they feel? - Don't get worked up now.
Are our parents losing sleep over us?
I tell the truth that's why people get annoyed.
Tell me. Do you love your parents?
Be honest.
I don't lie!
Shall I tell you?
You don't love them because they don't love you!
Love begets love.
They had you and then dumped you here!
Who has the time these days to look after their kids?
The world is moving fast. We've to keep up with it. Right?
I want to be with the world.
I'll find a friend who doesn't ditch me when need arises.
Mummy!
Mummy, I'm home!
Hello sir. - Hello Ramdeen, where's mummy?
She has gone to attend a meeting. She asked us to look after you.
And daddy must be in his office. - Yes sir.
Hello mummy! Hello daddy!
Raja, my son!
Bless you!
How you've grown!
Just like your father!
Welcome son!
Were you fine? - Yes daddy.
I was worried.
Tomorrow is your birthday party and you were late.
Thought we might have to cancel it.
It would've been a problem.
Okay son, I'll leave.
I've some important work pending. See you!
Okay Sushma. - Listen,
I too left the meeting half way.
They'll be waiting for me.
I'm late. - Come along.
Raja, take a wash and have lunch.
See you in the evening.
And if you need anything, beckon Ramdeen.
'Love begets love.'
'They had you and then dumped you here!'
'Who has the time these days to look after their kids? '
Hello! - Hi Sushma!
Ramdeen!
Hi Neema! - Hi!
You're all dolled-up. - Why?
Waiting for someone? - No!
Hello Komal! - Hello.
Mrs. Nath, where's you son?
That's what I wanted to ask.
Being in a boarding school, he's a bit shy.
You see, there were no girls in his class.
Neema! - Yes.
Please go upstairs and get him.
I have guests to attend.
C'mon! Please!
Which room? - The one on your right.
To the right! - Thank you!
What on earth?!
What is it?
Nothing.
Has he taken a bath? - Sure.
What's all this? I'll get him.
No, you don't.
I'll go.
May I come in?
You're knocking my door now? Didn't you know that earlier?
I knew but...
I didn't know that
just like boarding school, here too you would...
I mean....
Can you pass me that gown? - Definitely!
Who are you and what are you doing here?
I am Neema.
I'm a dancer and I run a modern dancing school.
I'm your mom's bridge partner too.
My mom and the party is downstairs.
I know.
Your mom has called you downstairs immediately.
At once? Like this?
You go ahead. I'll join you.
Wait here. - Ok.
I'll be back.
Hi! C'mon!
Good evening, Mrs. Nath. Excuse me for coming uninvited.
Congratulations on the birthday.
I've brought a cake for Raja. A sponge cake! His favourite!
Ramdeen! - Yes madam.
Take this from her. - Okay madam.
C'mon. Blow the candle!
Come Raja.
He's Mr. Ahluwalia. My son Raja.
Happy birthday!
He's Mr. Das. - Congratulations!
Ms. Mackenzie!
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