Ishq Garaari

Preeti..

I've written somethingwhiIe waitingforyou.

ShaII I recite them?

Here you go then.

''By mingIingtogetherafew words, IthoughtmyseIf apoet.''

''Fromthe time started beating in herheart.''

Howis it? -It's okay.

TeII me, howmuch money do you need?

Rs. 80,the fare ofthe bus.

Rs. 20, I'II have some snacks.

The bus is here.

And Rs. 10fortwo cups oftea.

Give me Rs. 150. -Okay.

Forgetthe accounting, here's Rs. 300.

This is notright. Love and Ioan are two differentthings.

Loan? -IncIudingthese Rs. 300, I owe you Rs. 17000.

I praythe Seed music company Iikes my song.

Listen.. -Yes?

This is yourIast chance.

Ifyou don't succeed, getreadyto take overmyfather'stempo business.

God, pIease don'tIethim succeed.

He shouId handIe my father'stempos.

What did you say? I shouIdforgetyou?

Why did you Iove me ifyou didn'twantto commit?

I reaIIy Ioved you and you..

I shaII neverforgive you.

I hate you.

I hate you, Preet. I hate you.

I hate you.

Whatyou didwas notright.

I'II neverforgetthat you didthisto me.

You've shattered my dreams.

You sawthe resuIt of datingthrough Facebook?

This was boundto happen.

How can Ijustforgethim?

Myheart disagrees.

''Listen, girI, oh bird.''

''Listen, girI.''

''Listen, girI, oh bird.'' ''never take the path ofIove.''

''Listen, girI, never take the path ofIove.''

''NeverIistento yourheart andfaII in Iove.''

''ScoId yourheart, ifyou pIease!

''This heartmisguides crazy, poets,fooIsforever.''

''ScoId yourheart, ifyou pIease!''

''I've written aIetterto my Iife.'' ''I've made itmy girIfriend.''

''I've written aIetterto my Iife.'' ''I've made itmy girIfriend.''

''She has repIiedto me.'' ''She says she is crazy aboutme.''

''ScoId yourheart, ifyou pIease!''

''Listen, girI, oh bird.''

''Listen, girI, never take the path ofIove.''

''Listen, girI, oh bird.''

Whatyou do with me is notright.

I openthe office. I sweep and mop the floors.

You neverdo anything in yourIife.

Brother,why are you getting angry.

I'II go andfiIIthe water.

HeIIo. Hi.. -Yes?

We spoke overthe phone about songs..

Okay. -Oh yes.

Why are you standing? Have a seat. -Thank you.

Okay, so you have written some songs.

Listento the song. It's very nice.

''Where doesthe coIIege's GTroad Ieadto?''

''Where does itIeadto?'' -Justaminute.

To Ludhiana. To Amritsar. Andto Chandigarh.

Sir,we need songs, and notamap.

Such songs won't do any good.

Brother, pIease sing if you have any othersongs..

..oryou may Ieave.

I'II sing another song. ItwiII be ahit.

Mark mywords. ItwiII be ahit.

''How are you, Pooja? Whatwere you doing?''

WhywouId Pooja teIIing youwhat she was doing?

Perhaps she is doing something she can'tteIIyou about. -Yes.

Youwantherto check yourtemperature?

MyIord, my master, do you have anything eIse?

Just give me another chance. Listento this song.

Ithink this songwiII be ahit.Justhearme out.

''We pIough and sowwheat..'' -Justaminute.

Brother,then sow potatoes,then sow cauIiflower..

Andthen sow carrots.

Sir, sing a song, don't teach us howto do farming.

Sir,we have made superstars.

Look atthis.

Gippy GrewaI.. -We made him.

DaIjit Dosanjh.. -We made him.

Miss. Pooja.. -We made her.

Jazzy B.. -We.. He made us.

Brother,work aIittIe hard.A IittIe harder.

PIease Ieave. Goodbye.

It's okay, brother. You can joke aIIyouwant.

But one day,these same songs....

....wiII become the identity of Sharry Mann.

Fine.We wiII pray to God. PIease Ieave.

Let's go back to the viIIage, myfriend.

Nonu. -Yes?

There is no currentinthe boy.

HowwiIIthere be any current, brotherGanesh.

There is no powersuppIy inthe viIIages.

He wantedto be a star. Stars waIk with a differentattitude.

Sometimesthese fanstroubIe you aIot.

Oh yeah.

But one hasto pay a price forbeing a star.

Right? -Yes.

Sister,you have too manyfans here.

And you have aIot offans in Vancouver.

True.

Bythe way, brother Jazzy B had caIIed.

He was congratuIatingforthe show in Khanna. -Oh, I see.

Get down overhere, ma'am.

You'II getamini busfrom here forthe big bus depot.

We have to take this carto the workshop.

Bus depot? Whatare you saying, sister?

You can caII me brother-in-Iaw..

..butfrom whatangIe do I Iook Iike a sisterto you?

Whatare you doing overhere?

I'm requesting you, ma'am. PIease get down.

We are getting Iate.We have to take itto the workshop.

Learnto respecta star.

PeopIe Iike you yearnto cIick photographs with me.

UseIess man!

FooI! -Shutup! - Shutup! -GetIost!

Shutup! You are a fooI! You are useIess!

YouwiII not achieve anything in Iife.

Sister, isthis bus goingto Chandigarh?

No. It's going down a deep weII.Jointhem. Stupid.

Why do I have to face aIIthe fooIs?

Sister,teII me something. -Yes?

Did you sing aIIthe songs in it?

Yes. -On yourown?

Yes. -Why?

Whythe ''Why'', sir?

It's such abad song, and yourvoice too is so bad.

We have made stars..

Where are the stars? -Over here, Ganesh. -Give themto me.

Gippy GrewaI. -We made him.

DaIjit Dosanjh. -We made him as weII.

Miss. Pooja. -We made heras weII. -Sister!

They are Iying.

Jazzy B.. - BrotherGanesh, howmanytimes do I saythis?

He made us.We didn'tmake him.

Then do one thing, pair me up with DaIjit orGippy.

Then see howtheirIives change.

She has said such anice thing. -Thank you.

Do youthink thatI am crazy?

Eventhe fritterseIIer Kaka won'tpairup with you.

And youwantto team up with DaIjitand Gippy.

Sister, do you knowhowto cook?

Then go home and Iearn howto do that.

ItwiII be heIpfuIto you.

Singing is notyourcup oftea.

Sister.. -Sweetie, Iet's go from here.

They don'tknowyourvaIue.

Yes, sister Pooja. Let's go.

Theytoo wiII knowwhata precious gemthey have Iost.

Bye. Great managers, myfoot! FooIs!

Nonu. -Yes?

Whatkind of a crazy girIwas she? -She is afooI.

She was addressingthis chairas sister Pooja.

HeIIo, sister. - Hi.

How are you? -I'mfine. YouteII me.

CongratuIations. -To youtoo.

I heard youfixed Guddi's wedding.

Yes, Ifound a goodfamiIy.

YouteII me, did youfind anice matchforSweetie?

No, sister.

I keep worryingforher.

AIIthe girIs ofher age have gotmarried.

Iwonderwhen she wiII getmarried.

PIease don'tmind.

I'm standing outside a SikhtempIe.

The whoIe viIIage thinks that Sweetie has gone mad.

She taIksto herseIf.

I don'tknow. She usedto be fine.

She usedto sing in schooI.

She usedto aIways say, ''Mummy, one day IwiII..''

Whatis hername? ''I wiII become Miss. Pooja.''

She has her posters aII overthe house.

She keepstaIkingto herposters..

..everywaking hourofthe day. -Oh reaIIy?

Then I don'tknowwhenthis Pooja came out ofthe posters..

..and became a part ofherreaI Iife.

Now she can onIy see Pooja around her.

Wake up!

You aIways keep sIeeping.

Look overhere. Did you gargIe today?

Iforgot, sister!

Don'tmake me puIIyourears. -Sister.

ItoId youto rehearse inthe morning.

You didn't do thatas weII, right?

Oh, I haven't rehearsed since so many days.

That's whythatworthIess producersaid so manythingsto you.

But don'tyou think thathe overacted?

My singing is notthatbad.

To teIIyouthe truth,your singing is notthatbad.

Butyou need anice writerand a good music composer.

The one who wiIIwrite and compose great songsforyou.

Then youwiII ruIe this worId. -Yes.

Thank you. ButI am a singer.

Myjob isto sing.