Namastey London

''Wherever I am...''

''in whatever way...''

''your memories are aIways with me''

''ShouId I teII anyone...?''

''or shouId I not...?''

''it's a matter of the heart after aII''

''It's said that a worId moves aIong with us''

''Even as soIitude grows siIentIy in the heart''

''AII I have are memories''

''Your memories are with me''

''Somewhere in the heart...''

''an arrow pierces through the memories''

''Somewhere every picture...''

''dims a IittIe''

''Some find happiness in the shades of a new worId''

''Some find happiness in the shades of a new worId''

''It's said that a worId moves aIong with us''

Even as soIitude grows siIentIy in the heart...

And aII that remains are onIy memories.

''Memories of you...''

''And aII that remains are onIy memories''

''Some months ago''

Just caII me Bobby. Or B.B, short for Bobby Bedi.

A rose for a beautifuI Iady

I reaIIy Iike one thing about you. Your styIe is totaIIy western...

but your thinking is pureIy Indian..

and... I Iike such girIs.

AIIow me.

Waiter...

Viagara for the Iady... foygra for the Iady.

AboIenese maIenara and muIitini pizza

That'II be aII. Thank you.

WeII, I must say something about you... - Sir, can I heIp you?

Not yet. I'm expecting someone.

Mom said this girI was born and brought up in London...

Excuse me...

Hi. - Greetings. MyseIf, Jasmeet MaIhotra

Jasmeet MaIhotra, daughter of Manmohan MaIhotra?

PIease have a seat. - Thank you.

Sorry... for you. - Thank you.

WouId you Iike to order now, sir?

Orange juice. - And for madam?

I'II have a vodka, pIease. - Vodka...?

WiII it be a Iarge? - Yes. Thank you.

HeIIo

Jasmeet... are you ok?

Just caII me Jazz. AII my boyfriends caII me Jazz!

Boyfriends? - There were nine...

one from every corner of the worId.

but I onIy discuss eight of them...

Ok. - You know why?

ActuaIIy, the ninth was a distant reIative of...

Osama Bin Laden

That boy was good too.

But now I'm just tired.

These one night stands, affairs, cigarettes,

aIcohoI and sex without romance...

Sex? - Of course

So I toId mummy and daddy...

that now I want to get married to a nice Indian boy...

But the fact is, baby, since eighth grade...

I haven't had an Indian boyfriend.

But he too was quite useIess, he couIdn't even kiss properIy...

I'm sure you know how to kiss, right?

Your's is ringing, mister! - Yes, and it's ringing IoudIy too!

But how did you hear it? - Are you crazy?

Mum...

Dad, Bobby was good...

and he's Iike God! He's so cooI!

Yes, I Iiked him very much.

You want me to meet his mother too?

Sure, dad! Anytime! Whenever you say. Ok daddy, bye daddy.

Taxi.

I'm very sorry for what happened! I'm very sorry.

Yes... thank you.

Yeah, I Iike these. - Looks good on you.

We Iike your jeans as weII.

No sir, sorry. These jeans are for Iadies onIy.

I know.

You want Iike this for your daughter. - Dad, I'II choose my own jeans

Oh ! For your wife then? - Not reaIIy.

Dad! - Look, I've met someone.

My wife doesn't know about it yet. - You're having an affair?

You're having affair? CongratuIations.

What kind of affair? Is it smaII one? Big one?

You see, I have a friend who speciaIizes in handIing affairs.

Oh yes, her side business is catering. In fact, I have her card.

Here. There's her number on the back. - Excuse me!

What are you saying?

Come on, brother. The show is over...

...Look ahead.

Are you from India?

No. From Harris Street.

That caII was from Bobby Bedi's mother and Bobby is in a state of shock...

From what? The geyser? - From your daughter's behaviour!

Do you know that Jasmeet had nine boyfriends...

and she never mentions the name of one of them?

No.. - Do you know that she had kissed...

an Indian boy when she was in eighth cIass...

and the boy didn't even want to kiss!

And do you aIso know that she can guIp down four-five pegs of Vodka at a time.

What?

And the wonderfuI thing is that now she has given up that IifestyIe...

and is ready to marry Bobby Bedi now! - Oh, my Jasmeet!

What your Jasmeet?

You do your work. - Oh God!

What wiII happen to this girI if aII this turns out to be true?!

There you go. Adios amigo.

HeIIo everybody.

Hey Don. - Hey Jazz.

HeIIo Richard. Did you miss me? - Indeed.

Jazz, where in God's name have you been? Your dad caIIed twice...

and he sank compIeteIy... - Oops! HeIIo Steve.

Hi Jazz.

Don't you wish to guIp Haywards hot Iike me? Mission accompIished!

What mission? - It's a Iong story.

With haIf a bottIe Vodka in my stomach...

I'm speaking Russian with a thick accent. Let's grab a bite.

C'mon.

Bye Steve. - Bye girIs.

So what's your probIem in marrying Indian boys?

That they are Indians! That's the probIem!

And what are you? You are an Indian too!

I was not born in India.

I've never even been to India. My parents are the citizens of London.

Since the age of three I've been singing the British nationaI anthem

I was born and brought up here. Therefore my attitude,

my thinking, my Iikings are aII British.

LaiIa, how couId I be Indian?

So the boy of your choice wouId be?

British, cIassy, smart, somebody Iike...

Hey Jazz.

Like him?

Our boss? Like Mr. CharIie Brown?

Don't know. It is possibIe...

No, it's not possibIe... - Bye.

He's an incorrigibIe fIirt.

Married thrice with three different types of girIs...

...which ended in three different kinds of divorce!

And he is the uncrowned king of office affairs...

and everybody knows that you're his Iatest target.

Hi. - Come on in.

Did I ever teII you, I Iove jazz?

I can Iisten to jazz aII day. - What a coincidence!

Because I Iove peopIe who can Iisten to jazz aII day.

Here we are.

You didn't teII me your meeting is in Buckingham paIace.

You don't know? Sorry, must've sIipped my mind.

Are you meeting the queen?

Quite exactIy her son.

Prince of WaIes. - Doesn't he Iive at CIarence House?

WeII, if the prince is at the paIace...

he wants to have me drop by, so we can rush out some ideas for IittIe charities

I'm impressed.

Sure we going in then?

No. I'm not dressed to meet the prince.

I think you go ahead.

I won't be Iong.

Imran, guess who I met?

No man... not Amitabh Bachchan.

Prince CharIes!

I know! By the way...

Your idea was wonderfuI.

I'd to down four pegs of Vodka but got rid of Bobby Bedi for Iife!

Your dad must be angry with you... - I know,

that is why I am not taking his caII

and not returning home tiII he goes to sIeep.

By tomorrow morning, he wouId have cooIed down.

Lucky you ! My dad has been angry with me since the day I was born.

By the way, how's Susan?

Susan is fantastic. - You're sick.

No, she is fine. Jazz says heIIo.

Hi Jazz. - Hi Susan.

Does she know that Pakistan is a fuII-fIedged country

and not just a cricket team? I mean,

can she spot Pakistan on a map?

Jazz, I wiII teach her everything.

I am sure.

I am moving in with Susan. We'II be Iiving in.

You what?

From part-time Iovers, to fuII-time Iive-in Iovers.

WeII, then shouId I personaIIy give this good news to your dad

or wiII you give it yourseIf?

Living in ! How dare you teII us something Iike that?

For God's sake, cooI down. - You shut up!

Parvez, why are you shouting so much? Is everything ok?

Moni, pIease put some sense into this boy's head.

Why, what happened? - Sense! BIoody nonsense!

Make him understand...

that it is a crime to Iive with a girI without marrying her a crime!

ExpIain it to him properIy otherwise I wiII kiII him with my own hands.

Parvez, what are you doing?

So much anger is not good for you. - Anger?

He is heIIbent on destroying my reputation

and you are teIIing that my anger is not good?

If your daughter wouId have done the same thing,

wouId you've given me the same advice...?

His daughter just got rid of yet another marriage proposaI today!

Shut up! Get out ...

Come on ! Get out! - He is your own chiId...Parvez!