Horn and Ivory

Those far away skyscrapers

my dreams are lying there,

waiting for their turn.

Seeing them from here,

from this island,

I feel the distance.

How long will it take to reach there?

Months,

years,

maybe never.

Who knows!

Hi, baby!

What's up? Having party tonight?

Nope, I'm shooting tomorrow.

What!? On your birthday?

Yeah. Doesn't matter.

After so long I got this,

and, you know it's good, running character.

I'm really feeling good.

By the way, where are you Madam Director?

Producer-hunting, for my script.

Same stuff, nothing new.

Okay one day you will hit the bull's eye.

Best of luck.

Thanks. But...

Myra listen, there's a problem.

What?

Bunty bhai wants his money back.

What the hell! Why?

I'm paying interest every month.

But that doesn't matter.

He is lashing out that you're not even taking his calls.

So what?

One week, Myra.

What?

He wants the whole amount in one week.

Motherfucker! But... how?

Oh, God! It's like the whole universe is after me now.

You know, I have to vacate the bungalow next month.

Aunty's son coming to India, permanently,

so I have to look for another place.

That means, I need more money.

Oh baby, you are concerned now,

then, find a way.

How? You know I'm not working enough.

Yeah, Myra, because you are rejecting offers.

Annie, I'm not here to play fucking mother or grandmother characters.

But Myra, this is reality.

Sorry... leave it. Let's meet tomorrow.

It's your fucking birthday!

Go to hell.

Okie dokie, baby, see you tomorrow. Bye.

Bye.

Sometimes survival takes

you straight into the dark tunnel of debt

with no way to come out,

except a miracle.

Like a pot of gold,

at the end of a rainbow.

Free coupon is over,

Myra.

Myra.

Yes Mom, hi.

Maria told me Anurag is coming to India?

Yes, he is coming.

Where are you planning to stay?

I don't know yet, I will look for another place.

Maybe, enough of your adventures.

It's a great time to come home.

Mom, I am not going back anywhere.

Darling, we all miss you,

and want to see you here at home.

Mom, please don't start this topic again.

How many years have you been living there?

If something was to happen,

it would've happened by now.

Mom, ok bye, I need to work.

Myra!!

This time?

What the hell? Who's there?

Bastard

fucker.

I hate this twelve-at-night greetings.

Birthday is tomorrow, not this fucking night.

Hello, Newton.

Hello, Myra ma'am?

Yes...

Ma'am, your tomorrow's shoot is cancelled.

What do you mean?

The all shoot is cancelled or only mine?

Ma'am actually, the thing is...

Newton,

and you telling me this now, in the middle of the night?

I really don't know, ma'am.

They just told me to tell you right now.

I'm so sorry, ma'am.

Fuck!

Annie, I'm not here to play fucking mother or grandmother characters.

But Myra this is reality.

Leave it. Let's meet tomorrow. It's your fucking birthday!

Oh, no, no, not today.

Now what?

Happy birthday, babes!

You got the flowers?

And your favourite wine.

Where's the party?

At your funeral.

Oh, come on...

Why? Where is your whore now?

She was just a friend.

I know who is she.

You dumped me for that bitch.

And what happened to all your promises?

Just come with me Myra, I will launch you big

and will make you a big star.

All industry dances on my fingers.

Yeah, that's true.

Ha, ya? Really?

I will open the door of big roles for you.

Producer-hunting is still on baby.

My foot!

You just making me fool for your pleasure.

I was so stupid!

Oh baby!

But not now if you're trying to patch up.

Grow up Myra.

Okay, let's have a party tonight,

at my place.

And you know, I met one of your fans.

Some sort of CA.

Rich guy!

Interested in movies.

I'll introduce you to him.

I don't care.

Go to hell with your false promises.

And don't call me again.

Myra!

Coming, coming.

Bunty bhai?

Surprise!!!

Tried calling you many times.

You know?

But,

no response.

Anyway

happy birthday, dear.

Just came to know about it from Annie.

So I thought,

why not have a personal visit and wish you?

Hmmm?

So you live in this bungalow?

Yeah, it's mine.

Very big bungalow!

Are you crazy?

Ha, ha!

I know, I know.

I will arrange your money very soon.

I'm trying, Bunty bhai, trust me.

Trust?

Last warning

seven days,

and then,

I will forget that you are Annie's friend.

You understand?

You better understand!

Okay, deal.

Now you're leaving? Or staying for birthday cake?

Ahh... I don't like cakes.

I don't like.

I like money.

But I have a sweet surprise for you,

and you'll love it.

And this was,

for not taking my calls.

Seven days.

Hmmm?

Ah ha ha

one more thing.

Cakes are bad for health.

Better luck next time.

Fuck.

Fucking bitch.

Fucking bitch.

Work hard

and you will get what you dream of.

My foot!

Pseudo stories,

I hate them.

They only fill you with inferiority and sadness.

Truth is,

nobody cares for your dreams.

And why should they?

Annie... Surprise!!!

Hello you. Birthday queen.

Umm... nice to see you.

I have been calling you like crazy,

and you were sleeping?

Wow!

Myra?

What is this?