Kareeb (करीब)

"Hail Goddess Lakshmi."

"They who pray to You gain wealth and prosperity."

"Hail Goddess Lakshmi."

Hail Goddess Lakshmi! - Hail!

We bow to you, Goddess. Bless us.

Hail Goddess Lakshmi.

Peace!

Hail Goddess Lakshmi.

Hail Goddess Lakshmi.

Where's Birju?

Birju!

The sun is approaching its zenith..

..and his lordship still sleeps!

When I was his age..

..I'd leave home on a bicycle at 6am with some clothes..

..and I'd return by evening only after selling them and making at least Rs.50. Otherwise..

Hail Mother Goddess. Bless us, Mother.

Otherwise, how would I have provided for myself or anyone else?

To each his own fate.

You're right. When one can eat for free, why would one slog?

He does work hard. He was studying till late night.

Studying? He must have been snoring with the lights on!

No, dear. I went to give him milk. He was so deeply engrossed in the book..

..that he didn't even know when I entered.

You're always..

Usharani, I've seen enough of his charades.

Stop defending him.

Shall we leave, Father? It's time to open the shop.

Have a look at him. He too is your son. Let's go, Ramkumar.

Here, Son. Take care of this. - All right.

Good morning, Grandpa.

I'll get you your favourite sweet in the evening.

Will you get two if I tell you something?

If you tell me something important, I'll have to bring two.

Do you know what uncle was reading last night?

What was he reading? - This book.

So, he was reading this?

A comic book.

Pappu, it's wrong to carry tales.

Should he seal his lips like you?

What sons I have! One who is forever sleeping..

..and the other who sleeps even when awake!

Why are you screaming, dear?

Thank God I'm only screaming, not doing anything else!

You think your darling son was studying last night? See what he was studying!

He reads such books! - Have some milk before leaving.

Give it to the one who has been studying all night!

He must be weak from studying so hard! - Why vent your anger on the milk?

Stop worrying about me. Worry about him!

Your son is getting out of hand.

"You crazy.. - Yes I am."

"You wretch! - Yes, I am."

"You fool! - Yes, I am."

"Crazy, wretch, fool, useless, eggplant, soup and 'pakoda' (snack).."

"Crooked, wicked, a useless fellow, however I am, I'm yours."

"I'm a fun lover, but I'm a soldier of your house."

"I'm the support you can lean on, forget all your anger."

"Your temper.. Oh, dear."

"This temper.. Oh, why?"

"Your face.. Oh, my."

"This quarrel.. Oh, why?"

"If you get so angry, then even I can say.."

"Okay, bye."

"Your temper.. Oh, dear."

"This temper.. Oh, why? Why?"

"My brother is like a red tomato."

"My sister-in-law is like a green chilli."

"Father filled the coffers and held onto the key."

"My mother is a train engine.."

"My mother is a train engine, I'm a railway track."

"My home looks like a pile of happiness."

"The pile is a little empty, I'll search for a homemaker."

"Delicate and innocent, I'll bring her here."

"When she comes, she'll win your hearts."

"Then Mother, you'll become a grandma."

"Your temper.. Oh, dear."

"This temper.. Oh, why?"

"If you get so angry, then even I can say.."

"Okay, bye."

"Your temper.. Oh, dear."

"This temper.. Oh, why? Why?"

"My car will be white, my bungalow will be red."

"There'll be a runway in the house, and on the terrace, a jumbo jet."

"We'll have fun all day, dine and sleep."

"We'll have servants at our beck and call."

"They will be all around you.."

"..asking you if they should massage your feet, my darling mother."

"Mother, if you say, I'll do.."

"Your slap.."

"This slap.. Oh, why?"

"If you get so angry, then even I can say.."

"Okay, bye."

"Okay, bye."

"Okay, bye."

Are you pleased now, Mother?

Yes, fine. Don't try to butter me up. Go.

And careful, it's slippery. - Yes, I know, Mother.

My question was whether you had brought pens, books and notebooks, so that we might begin the lesson.

But his sneezes have answered my question.

He has neither pen nor book nor text nor the inclination to study!

That's his story. Now, if others wish it, I'll teach something.

As it is, this college has neither benches nor classrooms.

Don't look at me. Study!

'Meghaduta' (Indian poem).. - Sir!

What is it? This is the sixth circular today!

Is this a college or a post office?

New admission?

What's your name?

Neha, Sir.

'Was it you at the lake last evening?'

It was you?

It was you!

No, it was my twin.

Your twin?

Yes, and she said a boy fell into the river yesterday while gazing at her.

Absolutely not! My foot slipped.

So, it was you?

It's just two days since we came here, and you're already up to mischief.

Silly girl! - Mother..

He almost believed me.

Fool!

Neha.. - Yes, Mother?

Yes, Mother? - Nothing.

Something is surely the matter. Tell me.

Neha, you know you were very little when your Papa was martyred on the front.

And you also know how I've worked in a school and raised you.

But you don't know one thing. - What is that?

You have a twin sister.

A sister? - Yes.

I never told you this.

You were born, and then two minutes later, she came.

It was a dark stormy night.

So we named her Meha..

..rhyming with yours. Neha and Meha.

Mother.. - Yes? - Where's she? Why didn't you tell me, Mother?

What are you saying? Tell me, Mother.

Mother!

Mother!

Mother?

Mother!

I fooled you! - I don't like this.

The one fooling others got fooled!

Neha and Meha!

'He isn't content with falling in the lake.'

'He's hidden his umbrella.'

'We'll see.'

You've caught a cold.

Yes. If I get drenched for another five minutes, I'll die of pneumonia.

And only I can save you from that, right?

You're very understanding.

May I share your umbrella? - Yes, of course.

Thank you.

You know, my father, his father and now I have this problem.

That's why I sneeze, four at a time!

Sneezing, four at a time?

'At that point, if someone had asked me the address of heaven..'

'..I would answer..'

'..Rewalsar, by the lakeside, under a red umbrella.'

Tell me something.

Yes? - Why does this always happen to me?

Because you're a fool.

Do you know why I'm sitting outside the temple?

I know. - Why?

To see me. What else?

Do you think I'm a fool..

..to sit here to see you? - Yes.

You think wrong. I'm quite sensible!

And I'm more sensible than you!

How?

Because even if you stop me to talk, I won't stay back.

Go ahead. I'm not going to stop you.

That's why you're a fool!

'Gyani' (Sikh with spiritual and religious knowledge), where's Chandru? - There.

Chandru! - Yes?

Look there! Who is that girl? Where does she live?

Who? Neha? - You know her?

She stays behind the Sikh temple.

She's very nice. - It's that sort of flattery that's gone to her head!

She gives stupid answers! - You're very right.

Not only you, everybody says that.

She thinks no end of herself! You know what she does if somebody is drowning?

She laughs. - Absolutely right.

And if somebody is drenched in the rain and dying of pneumonia..

..then what does she do? - She laughs even then.

She's bound by habit. But what is one to do with that stubborn girl?

Explain to her. - I have, for years now.

Forget about her. Eat this 'laddoo' (sweet).

Today is her birthday.

Neha's mother. - Okay.

Tell me, why does this only happen to me?

People give such nice gifts on birthdays.

What did I give? Rebukes!

So now, give her a gift.

The 'gyani' says a gift converts failures into victories.

A gift?

Is this my shirt you're wearing? - Yes.

You have, right? - Yes. - I always help you? - Yes.

Then, come with me. - But what do I have to do? - Come on. Get up!

No, Birju. I'm getting scared!

There's no reason to be. I'm going inside. Follow in five minutes.