Shikara

Muthi camp.

Muthi camp, next stop!

Professor sahib, your stop. The refugee camp.

Sorry.

There you go. Don't drop it.

-You have a package? -Yes.

For whom?

Shiv Kumar Dhar.

Congratulations, Teacher-ji.

What's all the fuss about?

Teacher-ji, you've proved, step-by-step, we can even climb Mt. Everest.

You've been writing letters every week for 28 years

and I've been sending them.

Never mind all that. Show him the letter.

Yes, of course.

The President of America has invited you to Agra.

They've booked the presidential suite for you in a 5-star hotel.

Congratulations, Teacher-ji.

How are you planning to go, love? By plane or train?

What do you mean? You're coming, too.

By plane.

Really? You'll take me with you?

Please sit, everyone.

But what will I wear?

My favorite color.

-Isn't it beautiful? -Very nice.

Thank you, Dhar sahib.

Dr Shiv Kumar Dhar. My wife, Shanti Dhar.

He's the President's guest.

This way, sir. The car's waiting.

Welcome, sir. Welcome, ma'am.

This way, please.

-Thank you. -This way, please.

Welcome to the presidential suite, sir.

Living room

with your DVD collection.

What a room!

Master bedroom.

With your bar and some champagne.

And that, ma'am, is your private pool.

Pool?

Only the President must have a room like this in the White House.

Consider this your White House for the day, my love.

Sir?

And this is your bathroom, sir.

If you need anything, please let me know.

Thank you.

Shiv, this bathroom is bigger than our entire house!

-It's so beautiful. -Yes, beautiful.

What must it cost?

At least 6000 rupees.

More likely 100,000.

Oh, my God!

Shiv, look! Our names are on TV.

I'll show you something even better.

Look at this.

-"Love in Kashmir"? -Remember? "I want more love."

I remember it all.

Scene 20, shot four, take one.

Cut! Cut!

I need more love.

Give me a nice Kashmiri couple in the background. Quick!

Madam, we need you for one shot.

-Me? -Yes, please come.

Sir, you too. Only one shot.

Sir, you need to stroll across and talk.

-What should I talk about? -It doesn't matter.

But act like lovers.

Ready, sir.

Hello.

Ready, sir. Going for a take.

-Take two. -Music!

Cut! Cut!

Hey, Romeo and Juliet! Why so far apart?

Closer. Hand-in-hand. Okay?

Yes, sir.

Don't let go of her hand.

It's "Love in Kashmir"!

Excuse me! Don't hold my hand.

He said, "Hand-in-hand."

So what? Don't touch me.

Music!

Cut! Magazine change.

You guys keep holding hands. I want more love!

It's "Love in Kashmir"!

Let go of my hand.

You're reading "Shikara - Love Poems". But you disregard love itself.

The verse on page four is beautiful.

"Entwined together, you and I Never to be parted, you and I

"Through searing sunrays Through stormy dark days

"Walking the path of love..."

Have you read this book?

Well, no one has.

It barely sold five copies.

How do you know the poem then?

Because I wrote it.

-You? -Yes, yours truly.

Shiv Kumar Dhar.

And you are?

Shanti.

-Shanti? -Shanti Sapru.

Shanti Sapru.

You have great taste in poetry.

What else have you read?

We're ready, sir.

Music!

Scene 20. Shot four. Take three.

Cut! Cut! Where did the Kashmiri couple vanish?

Get them back.

Where are you going?

Stop!

Where are you going? Come back!

Sir, they've gone.

Get me another Kashmiri couple.

It's "Love in Kashmir"!

92! Well played!

Well played, Lateef!

Lateef!

Your friend is here, says it's urgent.

Shiv, what happened? All okay?

Listen to this verse.

"Dreams of you consume me Day and night

"Like spring surrounding me, Never leaving my sight

-"As time..." -Are you nuts?

You pulled me out at 92 runs for a poem?

-I want you to give it to someone. -To whom?

My future bride.

Would she marry someone else if I'd scored eight more runs?

You hit a century every week. This is my only chance.

-Where to? -Kashmir Nursing Home.

She's a nurse.

-Is she pretty? -Worth missing a century for.

Then he caught my hand and didn't let it go.

Why didn't you pull it free?

How could I? He's my favourite poet.

-Come early, you two. -Yes, Sheila-ji.

Excuse me, are you both nurses here?

Yes.

-And you are? Shanti? -Yes.

Shiv Kumar Dhar has sent this poem for you.

-Who are you? -Lateef Lone.

Childhood friend, philosopher and guide.

"You make my eyes starry

"Please don't tarry... Let's just marry."

He wrote this?

Not exactly. They are his feelings, but my words.

I lost the note he gave me.

I'll come back with the note.

-Don't bother. -Why not?

Tell him it's improper to send love letters.

Please listen.

Hear me out.

The proper thing to do is to meet my father.

Dinanath Sapru from Ladripura.

Congratulations, my friend!

I hear wedding bells!

Thank you, Almighty, for the spring blossoms are upon us

Thank you, Almighty, for granting this love to us

My love, I yearn to see you

O for a glimpse of your radiance

My love, I yearn to see you

O for a glimpse of your radiance

The long wait is ending!

O for a glimpse of your radiance

The angels sing in praise of the bride's ethereal beauty

The Almighty's benevolence has rained from the heavens

-Get ready to pose. -I'm ready.

Shall we start with a family photograph?

One second, cousin Naveen.

Lateef! Abba, please join in.

Take the family photograph first, son.

It's incomplete without you, Abba.

-Say "Cheese!" -Cheese.

Why say "cheese"?

Never mind the "cheese". Just smile.

Naveen bhai, one with you.

Lateef, click one please.

Be careful with it.

Naveen bhai is my hero. He studied medicine in London

but chose to open a clinic here in Kashmir.

Look.

His London school Dean gifted this coat to him.

Naveen was his best student.

Get your Ph.D and I'll gift you this coat.

Because you're my best student!

I love you.

-Love you! -And all the best to you.

Thank you.

Lateef, what's going on here?

It's my cousin's wedding. Take his pictures.

-He's married now. Focus on me. -As you wish, lover boy.

You're no help.

Shanti, please put in a word to your friend.

I represent Kashmir in cricket. Last week I scored 171 against Delhi.

-Please tell her. -I'll call her. Wait.

Aarti!

You know Lateef.

He scored 171 against Delhi in his first innings.

Really? And in your second innings?

Zero?