Doosara Aadmi (दूसरा आदमी)

THE SECOND MAN

-Is he off his rocker? -What are you trying to do?

Look at us.

It's Holi, let's enjoy ourselves.

It looks as if our family has posted us like letters sans addresses.

And forgot to write the address.

But we have lived in this wretched world without any support.

Don't mind my saying this, but our friend here...

Has become Romeo, neither has he eaten the fruit nor he would let us.

He said he'd marry Timsi before the month is over!

All he could do was nothing! Now wait and watch your friends.

Awesome Duffy, you made me happy.

These concepts like love won't get inside your head.

Stop interfering in every situation.

Anu...

It is this interference that make the world go round.

I'm going off to her, if anyone has the guts, stop me.

-Rupesh. -It's the Holi festival today.

Anyone can color anyone today, my bud!

If you dare touch Timsi, you'll regret it.

Don't get in the way anymore. You lost your chance.

Now it's my turn. Out of my way.

Come into my arms, my love. Today we're free.

-This is our chance. -And here's tradition.

Police.

-What's on, troublemakers? -Just dancing. It's Spring festival.

-How about a spot of color? -No. I'm on duty.

Go on then. Let us dance.

Have some.

-Shall I say something? -Go on.

-Hope you don't mind... -No. Go on.

I don't like seeing you like this...

...I mean in outfits like these.

-What kind would you like? -Plain and simple.

And no make-up.

A simple dot on your forehead.

Lots of glass bangles on your arms clinking.

A light shade of mascara in the eyes.

In my eyes

There's mascara

In the mascara

Is my heart

In the eyes

There's mascara

In the mascara

Is my heart

Let me hold you in my heart

And love you

Let me hold you in my heart

And love you

In your hair

There's fragrance

In the fragrance

There's only you

In your hair

There's fragrance

In the fragrance

There's only you

Below the flowers

Take me in your arms

Below the flowers

Take me in your arms

You are my spring

Blossom in my eyes

After you have blossomed

I will love holding you

The look in your eyes is intoxicating

And my dot shines bright

The dot you wear

Is a mirror

In the mirror

Lives my love

The dot you wear

Is a mirror

In the mirror

Lives my love

Come my love, let me

Hold you within my heart

Let me hold you in my heart

And let me love you

What is our coming together?

What is our meeting?

Something new stirs within me

Something new is coming

May you always look as fresh May I always be in love with you

This is the life I want

What is life?

It is affection

What is affection?

It is life

What is life?

It is affection

What is affection?

It is life

Let us live forever in this affection

Let me hold you in my heart

And let me love you

In the eyes

There's mascara

In the mascara

There's my heart

In the eyes

There's mascara

In the mascara

Is my heart

Let me hold you in my heart

And let me love you

Let me hold you in my heart

And let me love you

Tea's ready. Shall I bring it?

Over here

He doesn't even reply properly.

Want the tea in your music room? Or now?

Right now

Timsi.

-Yes Aunty? -Your Uncle seems lost in his tunes.

-Go give him the tea. -He's incorrigible.

What can I do beloved...

Uncle, you look great as you are. Now don't spoil your looks.

Timsi darling. It's business time.

One day, I'll let the cat out of the bag.

You know nothing about music. You're just making a fool of those women.

-Women needn't be fooled. They are born-- -Aunty!

Don't you scream! You'll scare my students away.

Tell me something, why do you teach women only?

Timsi, it is good for the heart

and it provides peace of mind.

Did you call me just now?

Not even in the pain of death would I dare!

Take this.

I'm late. My disciples must be waiting for me.

Out of my way now.

What can I do beloved Comes not my lover

-Hello. -Hi.

You must be Kanyakumari, right?

Yes, master.

Not master, say Guru. Tailors make masters.

-In music, you have a guru. -Forgive me, guru.

-Slip of the tongue. -In that case, never mind.

Now what do you wish to learn? Classical or pop?

-Classical, guru. -Indeed!

-Then let's begin. -Yes sure. May the gods bless me.

First, what's the difference between classical and pop?

-What? -Very little difference.

Just sing along.

What can I do beloved Comes not my lover

Sing that. Go on. Don't feel shy.

What can I do beloved Comes not my lover

Very good. Excellent.

-What you just sang is pop. -Sure, pop.

-Now try classical. -Classical, right.

Now imagine there's a piece of sweet stuck inside your mouth.

-Sweet! -Don't you eat it.

It's meant for staying stuck.

Now imagine you're singing and trying to eat it at the same time.

-How? -Like this.

What can I do beloved Comes not my lover

What can I do beloved

Comes not my lover

-It's tough! -Very good. You understand music now?

-You don't...? -Not a bit.

What you can understand isn't classical.

Really!

Hello!

Your telephone bills are killing me, Timsi!

OK, uncle.

We'll miss the train Timsi. Please!

How long will your make-up take?

I'm done. You're always nitpicking about my make-up.

I only nitpick on your make-up. While, everyone else is going to be after you.

Come on now.

I'm famished. How about some breakfast, Mom?

-What would you like? -A half-boiled egg.

-No paratha? -I'm getting too fat.

Hello. Hello!

-This is Timsi calling. -Hi, Timsi.

Where are you calling from? I can't hear you.

From the train terminal.

-Why the terminal? -I'm going to Allahabad.

My cousin is getting married. I'll be back after four days.

-What? -OK, got to go, bye bye.

Where's Timsi? The train is about to leave.

-She wanted to make important call. -She should become a telephone operator.

Always on the phone! The train is whistling!

Run!

-Timsi! Where have you been? -Oh, Uncle...

-Stop making a fool of me! -Uncle...

-We're late! And don't you uncle me! Come. -Come on, let's go.

Hello, Saxena speaking.

-Make sure you're home early. -Oh, the lady of the house.

I'm coming home straight this evening. I'm not going anywhere else.

-Who else do we have but you? -The hell with it.

So angry. What's the matter?

You're always busy making money. What use is it?

If something happens to my son, I'll never forgive you.

Why, what's the matter?

He hasn't eaten since yesterday. He has locked himself up in his room.

I've been knocking repeatedly but still no answer.

-Tell me, what are you doing now? -Calling you, what else?

Say what, drop the damn telephone