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"Tomorrow, new leaves will sprout" "And new flowers will blossom"
"Fresh new footsteps will leave their mark on new grasslands"
"She did not walk into my life Why, should I enter her life?"
"From waking dawns to sunset dusks..."
"by what right do I take from her... the moments that are hers?"
"In a moment my poetry will be sung. In a moment my story will have ended"
"For only a moment I will live in ecstasy"
"For I have only a moment to live my youth"
"In a moment my poetry will be sung"
"Many have come before me Many before me have sung their songs"
"Some sang their sorrows Some sang their hearts out"
"They lived their moment As I live mine"
"Tomorrow we will separate" "But for this moment I'm yours"
"In a moment my poetry will be sung"
"Tomorrow, there will come another"
"In search for the new couplet In search of the fresh blossom"
"Some will be better poets than I am Some better listeners than you make"
"In that tomorrow, will someone remember me?"
"But why should anyone remember me?"
"Why should this busy world waste its time for me?"
"For in a moment, my poetry will have been sung."
My autograph?
Yes! Your verses are so touching!
Did you like it? - Very much!
Why the autograph? You can keep the verses.
Maybe, you're the one they were written for.
But your name isn't on it... your name, please.
My name? What is my name?
I look at you, and I think I have forgotten my own name.
Write something... for me.
What's your name?
Pooja (Worship)
Then maybe I shall call myself the priest.
Your eyes... have you ever looked in your eyes?
Anything special?
One look into those eyes, and one wishes one could relate.
"In silence I shall worship you Though what I seek I may not have"
"To my the object of my worship, Pooja"
"If I can hold your hand A pleasance will be my journey"
"Success enough it is for me If I win your love for me"
"This question that I ask of you Answer me not if you will not"
"But hidden in your silence lie A thousand words speak themselves"
"Every moment this life I live Each moment I cherish your beauty"
"Every time your lips part for me It is the beginning of a new day"
"In the darkness of your hair The pleasures of a sensual night"
"When I hold your hand A pleasance is my journey"
At times, this looks like a dream.
Back in the hostel, they go to bed with your poetry under their pillows.
Some have even married your photographs.
If girls know you're in love with me, they'll kill themselves.
Poor girls...
Why "poor"?
They fall in love with someone's photograph.
And then they will marry yet someone else.
If not "poor", how else do you describe these creatures?
Is it their fault? Parents never ask a girl for her opinion.
Girls are forced into marriages.
You won't do that, will you?
I'll let you have the answer after I've asked Mom and Dad.
Is that a challenge? Or is it a joke?
Are you propositioning? Or are you testing waters?
I just want to be happy in life. - What does it take to make you happy?
Brighten up my every morning with a smile from these lips.
Bring the light into my nights, with those eyes of yours.
Go on. Flatter me.
Coming from you, I like it.
"Sometimes" "My heart tells me"
"You were created for me"
"Up there with the stars you were"
"Till you were sent down to earth for my sake"
"My heart tells me at times"
"Your body, your soul, your eyes are mine"
"The shade of these tresses were made for me"
"Your body, your lips, your arms are mine and mine and mine alone"
"My heart sings to me sometimes"
"In the tunes of the shehnai" (Shehnai: wind instrument from India)
"We are birds in a nest" "We are to fly away one day"
"We will fly far away"
"The dazzle of the color red in the bride's trousseau
"The sparkle of the dot on the bride's forehead"
"The chime of bangles on the bride's hands dyed in henna"
"The heartbeats that promise those beautiful dreams"
"The magic of the kohl in the bride's eyes"
"The subtle scent of flowers in her hair"
"The faint quiver of soft lips"
"The blush of the heat on her face"
"The musk of her sweat"
"The burning desire of her passions"
"The hesitant jingle of her anklets"
"With finery she is adorned"
"But for whom?"
"For whom am I?"
"My dear father, the palanquin that will carry me away from you"
"Will not pass through these doors"
"Let me go, as if I were a brick in your wall"
"We are birds in a nest" "We are to fly away one day"
"We will fly far away"
Amit, you tell me what should I do.
My parents have fixed my marriage elsewhere.
Had I even mentioned you...
Oh I can't imagine what they would've done!
There are my parents... and here you are...
I don't know what to do! Tell me, what am I to do?
I think you should marry him.
Will you forget me?
I'll never forgive myself the day I forget you.
How will I live this life?
You'll be a good wife. And I'll try to become a good human being.
Will you promise me something?
We'd rather not make any more promises.
I'm asking for my right.
Go on.
You won't stop writing poems.
Writing poetry isn't mechanical...
say like building a house with brick and mortar.
But if you keep writing, it will make me happy.
Yes Amit...
Maybe this is the last time I'm calling you "Pooja".
Decided? After due deliberation? Yes.
May I ask why?
Even for the sake of our happiness, we have no right to ignore...
the wishes of our parents. We can't trample upon their sentiments...
to build a world for ourselves...
That leaves nothing to ask or say. Nothing!
I put together a few poems for my first anthology.
I wanted you to have the first copy. As a gift of love.
With time and circumstance, this becomes your wedding gift.
Now who would have guessed that?
My wedding gift. For you.
Were I a poet, I would've written an anthology for you.
Poetry is my weakness. And this poet in particular.
And his anthology, "Kabhi Kabhie" - "Sometimes".
In every line, he has poured his heart out.
If we ever meet happen to meet this poet...
we'll surely ask him to read his poetry for us.
We'll tell him that he was with us on first night together.
I hear you sing very well.
Will you sing one of these verses? For our first night together...
"Sometimes" "My heart tells me"
"You were created for me"
"Up there with the stars you were"
"Till you were sent down to earth for my sake"
"My heart tells me at times"
"Your body, your soul, your eyes are mine"
"The shade of these tresses were made for me"
"Your body, your lips, your arms are mine and mine and mine alone"
"My heart sings to me sometimes"
"In the tunes of the shehnai" (Shehnai: wind instrument from India)
"On our first night together I will lift the veil"
"You are shy and you quaver As I take you in my arms"
"My heart asks me"
"Will you love me like this all my life?"
"Will you always look at me with love in your eyes?"
"I know, you belong to someone else"
"But still..." "Sometimes"
"Sometimes" "I think of you"
Get up.
What happened? Well, what...?
If I walked down to the reception looking like this...
and told the well-dressed receptionist, "Good morning, miss"...
imagine what she will say? - She'll say, you're shameless.
Get up. The sun is shining through. - The sun never rises on a honeymoon.
They say, the honeymoon is a night of days.
Even if the sun happens to rise, all you have to do...
is keep your eyes screwed tight. That's all it takes to make a night.
Haven't you anything else to do? - No.
You know before marrying you, I used to think that...
a man must never marry. Just waltz through a dozen affairs.
But having done the deed, my philosophy is completely changed.
Marriage is a checking account in a bank: encashable at will.
Encashable only if you have a balance.
Else, your check is likely to bounce.
Let's find out, sweetheart!
Back, son? Well, what have you decided?
I've given up thinking, Dad.
You think poetry is the only thing that needs thinking?
You think I don't think before I act?
I didn't mean that, Dad.
That Amit, who used to write poetry... I've left him far behind.
It's your son Amit who is standing in front of you.
And what if you happen to find your old self once again?
In the first place, I'll refuse to recognise him. But if he's adamant...
I'll shake his hand, I'll smile and I'll walk past him.
I hope you aren't getting emotional?
No father.
It isn't that I don't appreciate your poetry.
I've read your book several times over.
You're a very good poet. - Let's not discuss it, Dad.
No, I'm telling you the truth.
But I don't have another son. I don't have a daughter.
You're the only one I have in this whole wide world.
And my business. And no matter the size...
this is the dream I cherish. I wish you'll make my dream come true.
It's what every father expects from his son.
I won't disappoint you, Dad. You have my word.
I won't give you a chance to complain.
I'll fulfil your dream in every possible way.
I promise you.
Vicky! Bravo, my boy!
You aren't riding a mule. It's a horse! Gallop!
Look how fast he's riding.
He'll take a few falls before he becomes a good rider.
He isn't a coward like you. Stop worrying.
My son is a lion!
I know, great lion! - A lion! Like me!
Gitty up!
Excuse me, Miss Pinky... - How do you know my name?
Leave my hand! - Never let go of the hand!
That's what my Dad says. - You know what my Mom says?
What? - If a boy ever holds your hand...
make sure you slap him so hard...
that his cheek comes out looking like India's map!
Go ahead with your cartography.
Now my Dad also says that if a girl is shy, you can conclude...
What's this Dad business? Are you still a baby?
If your Mom meets my Dad, she'll fall in love with him.
Give my scarf back.
You don't ask for a gift to be returned.
Now where would you find a boyfriend like me?
Who would fall for a scarf worth four-and-three-quarters?
Where do you think you're going, lady?
"Being in love isn't wrong"
"No one has ever escaped the passion"
"So what if we have kissed?"
"So what if we have made love? We are one at heart"
"It's just that this has happened for the first time in our lives"
"But being in love isn't wrong"
"I am mature" "You are mature too"
"We'll lead the life we choose to live"
"Why listen to them who don't mean anything to us?"
"Being in love isn't wrong"
"What is custom? What is tradition?"
"What is religion? What is society?"
"Don't be afraid of your enemies Don't be shy to tell your friends"
"No one has ever escaped the passion"
"Being in love isn't wrong"
I've won one more cup, Dad!
Well done! Congratulations!
There's more goods news. - Go on, son.
I'm in love.
Bravo, you jerk! Who's the girl?
What's the matter, sir? You look elated.
Matter to be elated over! My son is in love!
After all, he's your son! - Right! My son!
I send him away for studying, and this jerk falls in love!
Let's talk business. Where are you constructing the hotel?
Near Shyam Nagar. At present there's no 5-star hotel there.
Has work commenced? - Yes.
But it's up in the mountains. It'll take time to complete.
Your hotels in Delhi and Bombay drive people crazy!
Now, why does a person go to a hotel?
Because he wants to do something without telling his or her spouse.
Just walk into a hotel, and you'll think...
you've just walked into a lingerie show.
Excuse me, I have to go and see this bore.
Get on with the good work. I'll see you at the site
when I get some free time. I can't say when, though.
This is a neat racket, Doctor Kapoor.
I've built this house out of reading this baumanometer.
Just a gimmick to get the rich man's goat.
There are simpler ways to treat this.
Now let me say hi to your wife.
Say it straight. You want a drink. - You're getting smarter. Keep it up.
Stop boring me. And you must be getting late?
Funny doctors pretend they don't drink.
Hey Shobha! Where are you? Anybody at home?
Hi there. Sit down.
What this you're watching?
Even I can do that. Look here.
Today is a Wednesday. Pooja is coming on tv.
I thought I escaped Pooja! And here she is! Boring!
If you don't want to watch it, make yourself a drink.
The whisky is over there.
Suit myself!
I heard about the great Delhi hospitality.
No reaction?
Come on Vijay Khanna, help yourself.
Today we introduce to you Mr Amit the famous poet.
He's my favourite!
Ms Pooja, you must give the audience my greetings.
Which you have said and they have heard.
I believe they will be glad to have this introduction.
What next after "Kabhi Kabhie"?
"Kabhi Kabhie" was my first and perhaps my last anthology.
Years ago, I stopped writing poetry.
What is a life without poetry, art and music?
How can you live such a dry, drab and lonely life?
That's the life I'm living.
But I'll assure you it isn't an existence without purpose.
Love, it is said is what makes a man write his first lines.
Or maybe love is what impels a man to stop writing poetry.
But tell me, is this hearsay? Or is it a personal opinion?
The audience is still waiting for your answer.
I have said what I have to. And those who can, will understand.
On behalf of the viewers and myself, I will ask you...
to start writing once again. For our sake.
And now that we are here, how about reading one of your poems?
You might have heard my poem titled "Kabhi Kabhie".
I have heard it. I have read it too.
"Kabhi Kabhie" is one facet of my life.
Long before that, I had written another poem...
which reveals the other side of my life.
Here it is...
"Sometimes My heart tells me"
"Life could've passed in The shade of your long tresses then"
"The sorrows That burden my heart today"
"In your eyes would have found solace"
"But that was not to be And such is how it is"
"Not you, nor your desire, Nor the pangs are"
"Life drags on as if Life needs no support anymore"
"There is no path, no destination No light upon my path..."
"Through darkness my life meanders In this darkness, my way I will lose"
"This I know will come to be, my love"
"But still Sometimes, my heart tells me"
"Sometimes, my heart tells me"
It has been so many years.
Yes. Many years. I've started losing count.
Come, let's go somewhere. I have so much to tell you.
Yes. I want to listen to everything you have to say.
Caught you red handed! I'm smart too.
Very pleased to meet you.
Long before I became her husband, I became your fan.
Did you tell him about our first night together?
I asked her to sing one of your poems.
You know, Pooja sings very well! She's also your fan.
Mr Amit... - Yes?
I have a small request. - Tell me.
Come to my house and join me for a drink.
I'd be very happy. Pooja would be happy too. Yes, Pooja?
If that's so important, well let's do it.
It's coke for you isn't it, Pooja?
Come on, why don't you take a drink at times?
I've taken up a lot of good habits from you. Spare me this one.
Ever since she married me, she has been getting smarter and smarter.
What's your opinion? - I haven't one.
It's a matter between husband and wife.
You aren't an outsider. Our relationship is very old.
I've known you for years. As a poet.
But Pooja, you missed something in that interview.
Missed? - Yes.
You never said anything about Mr Amit's poetry.
There's pathos in his every line.
The pangs of love...
as if he was scarred.
At least you could've asked him who she was.
Not your fault, you know. You didn't fall in love.
You don't know the lover's plight.
That poem of yours...
"Sometimes if we cross paths You will pretend not to know me"
"Sometimes when my name is mentioned You will feign ignorance"
"Of me? You have never heard"
"Sometimes if we cross paths You will pretend not to know me"
"Sometimes when my name is mentioned You will feign ignorance"
"Of me? You have never heard"
Look, I don't build houses, I build homes.
And walls and doors and windows don't make homes.
It takes people to make homes.
How they think, how they feel, how they live their lives...
and the people who visit their homes ...their friends, their foes...
The house they live in, pictures what they are.
It means, a man's status is revealed from his residence.
See me in my office on Monday. I'll give you the details.
Where's Mr Amit? - He has left.
Without as much as telling me? These poets are really moody.
Looks like he has suffered.
That question during the interview was a good one.
That girl has ruined his life.
All you men think alike. In the end, it's the woman who gets all the blame.
Men are selfish. We never even think what the woman has to go through.
By the way, your son called. - Anything special?
Very special! - What?
Is that why he called? - You don't know this, Pooja.
When I first fell in love, I wanted to tell everyone!
Whenever I was alone, I used to scream at the top of my voice, "I'm in love"
Not over and over and over again... Look, over there.
Such a beautiful place!
For ages, the mountains have stood here. In silence.
As if they've been waiting all this while for us.
And the golden sun lying on the snow over there.
And the trees standing like hermits worshipping nature...
And you don't even seem to notice.
"I can't take my eyes off you"
"Nature's beauty means nothing to me"
"My desire isn't sated yet"
"Nature's beauty means nothing to me"
"Your eyes burns with desire"
"Like the fire upon snows"
"My body is on fire"
"Nature's beauty means nothing to me"
"There lies a sea of colors and fragrances"
"But we don't even know if it's the day or the night"
"A whole Universe I can feel within myself"
"Nature's beauty means nothing to me"
"I see the shadow of my eye-lids in your eyes"
"In your face I can see my emotions mirrored"
"I have never had enough of you"
"I always crave to meet you...
Goodbye kiss!
I'll call you. - I'll wait.
What are you gaping at? - The scene.
Keep going. - Sure.
Where's Papa? - Inside.
Is Pinky home?
Pinky...? No.
But I just heard her voice.
An illusion, maybe? - Very strange.
Give yourself a treatment, doctor.
Pinky my baby!
Where's my tape recorder?
Shut your eyes... - Done.
Now say, "Open Sesame"
Open Sesame - Louder.
Here comes your tape recorder.
Keep yourselves company. I've a lot of work to do.
I'll cook up a sweet and...
potato in sour sauce. Right?
Your coming has brightened up our lives!
Without you this house looked so empty.
I'll never leave you. - But you'll have.
Why? - Someone will marry you someday.
Isn't it possible to I bring home the man I marry?
You mad girl, go to your room and change.
My patients are waiting.
Ramdeen, Govind where the hell are you?
Come up here Can't you hear me?
What happened sweetheart? - Everything is in a mess!
Who removed my photograph from here? Who came in here?
Your father used to come to your room.
He missed you.
He comes here and sits here for hours.
He fiddles with your things.
He took your photograph. It's on the table by his bed.
He kisses the photo every night before he goes to bed.
My baby, I can't live without you.
Yes, it's me.
What are you up to? - Nothing.
When are you seeing me? - I just left you.
Can I come over? - Why?
I can't take my eyes off you.
Go on... - Buddy, so when are we meeting?
Eleven tomorrow?
Are you on grass or something?
Just came in from the garden.
Yes. Daddy is here. And he's fine.
He's in his room making plans for a new house. For us.
So Daddy's breathing down your neck? Scared of Daddy?
Not at all.
Eleven sharp tomorrow, then?
On one condition. - What?
Not now, man!
Look, at times, a man is helpless! Try to understand.
Then I won't come.
Now don't do this. Eleven tomorrow, right?
No... - Pinky, please man...
In my time, I've had my share of flings.
This is just your first time.
Dad, just you wait and watch.
As if you've won the the cup for the greatest casanova.
Call it my jackpot in the derby.
Who's this girl? Tell me.
Making friends with Dad could be profitable.
She's from your part of the world. - From Delhi? And I don't know her?
She's in school with me. Her father is a doctor.
Dr R.P. Kapoor
You mean my doctor's daughter? Made my day!
Didn't I say, my son will show his colors someday!
You fool! Did you hear that?
Your son is in love with my doctor's daughter.
What? Look he's feeling shy.
Come, let's launch the attack!
I had warned him to take care of his daughter. Let's go.
But in this state...? - What do you mean?
Let me change my dress.
What for? For impressing people? I've been impressed for years!
What are you laughing at you jackass? She's your mother!
Come on, pick her up. - What are you doing?
Was that an important caller?
Yes... a friend, she came along with me from the hostel.
And you like her a lot? - Yes.
Ever since we've met, it's as though, we're in love...
It happens doesn't it Dad? You meet someone for the first time...
and you get involved for a lifetime.
It happens, especially to people your age.
What's his name? - What?
You're caught.
Won't you tell us your girlfriend's name?
Hey Doctor, come out man!
Doctor, didn't I say my son will show his colors someday?
With your permission?
God bless you.
Let me take a look at you. Shobha she looks just like you.
You used to be my friend's wife. The relationship is changing.
Henceforth our relations have changed.
I have a right to flirt with you from now on. Right, doctor?
With Pooja's permission.
As if he needs permission.
He's the father of a grown-up son, and look at him.
Still up to childish pranks. - I'm young at heart!
Come into my arms, Shobha!
What are you doing? You're wet! Fatty, I'll fix you!
Who is it on your mind? Dad kissed you before he left, didn't he?
Shall I ask you something? - Ask.
When you were in college, there must've been...
an ambulance trailing behind you. - Meaning...?
I mean, men must've been fainting left and right.
Apple-polishing, is this? Shut up.
You must've liked someone. Else you wouldn't be humming.
Look, don't tell lies. Tell me the truth.
Those were the days in college. Those days are gone.
But we weren't like you.
You meet a girl in the morning, and by evening, you're engaged.
In your times, people went platonic for six months!
For a year afterwards, hello's, how-are-you's and niceties.
By the time you get to start a relationship...
she gets to know that her parents have fixed her wedding elsewhere.
Which leaves the poor Romeo to play uncle to Juliet's baby.
Pinky looks so happy. She's very lucky.
The boy is so nice. And it's a good family.
What are you thinking about?
She's going to get engaged. And then, comes the wedding.
Don't worry. I've put together a dowry for Pinky.
I'm her mother. I know my duty.
I'm not talking about that. - Then what is it?
Look, Pinky's in-law's live in the same city.
In a way that's good. We can keep seeing here.
That's just why the secret can longer be kept a secret.
What secret?
You know fully well. But you'd rather have me speak about it.
I don't know any secret. - We shouldn't be selfish.
I can understand, how painful it's going to be for you.
But we should make a clean breast of it.
Have you ever thought where this is going to end?
Even I'm scared when I think about it.
But how long can we keep it a secret? Besides, the Khannas are our friends.
When they come to know, we'll lose face.
Then why are you asking me? Go and keep up your face.
You always get your way with things. Do whatever you want.
I knew long ago that Pinky could never be your daughter!
You're such a bore and she's such a sweet girl.
We're the bridespeople, after all. You have the upper hand. Go on.
I won't let you off lightly. We don't measure people...
by labels and families. It's the heart that counts.
Am I right Pooja?
He wants my opinion?
Don't you let go of your chance.
I need someone to second me. Besides, you're my wife.
Will you ever speak against me? - Sure. That's what wives are for.
I think you should tell Pinky everything.
Are you out of your mind?
Pooja, you don't know Pinky.
I don't think it's a good idea to tell her.
The earlier we learn to trust our children, the better.
Tomorrow they shouldn't blame us for cooking up things.
When a child falls, he bruises himself.
If the child was pushed, the wound could run deep.
Today, Pinky is a girl. Tomorrow, she will become a woman.
She might never forgive us.
This is not true! Tell me Papa that I'm your daughter!
Pinky my child, I... - I'm my Mama's baby! Tell me!
Yes! You're our daughter, dear. Our darling daughter.
Then why did you say that I have another mother?
I don't have another Mom. Even if it were true...
you should never have told me. - I told him, but he insisted.
Shobha, we shouldn't be selfish.
If it's selfishness to be a mother...
if it's selfishness to crave for a daughter's love...
then I'd rather be be a selfish woman.
Pinky my child...
how long could we have kept this a secret?
After the wedding, when the documents relating to your inheritance...
are handed over to you, the truth would surely out.
Your natural mother is still alive. We are your foster parents.
All of a sudden, there comes up a name.
A name that never concerned me. Someone I was never related to.
And today, she's my mother. I have become her daughter.
But what difference does it make?
A lot of difference!
You pick up a plant you have cared for...
you pull it out by the roots, you throw it away...
and you say that it makes no difference to you!
It will kill the plant! It will kill me!
I forgot it. I'm not Pinky's mother. I've forgotten it for years!
And today...
What difference does it make?
She deserted you after you were born.
And today, she means so much for you?
And those who gave you all their love... they mean nothing to you?
What do I do? Today I hesitate even to ask for a cup of tea in that house.
To think that I used to throw a tantrum...
every time I wasn't given what I wanted.
When I didn't like the food, I'd smash the plates.
But today, I haven't the guts to say a word.
Great! This is how you pay your parents back!
Is this how you repay their love for you?
Just because somewhere there's a woman who gave birth to you.
So that's why she's your Mother.
Why rake up the past? What've you got to do with her?
Listen to me. Forget the story.
This is not a story. There is someone.
She bore me. She is my mother.
You know what the word mother means? This one word has changed my life.
She has snatched my family away!
What about our love, the wedding, our life together?
I can't say anything now. - Or you don't want to?
Please, Vicky. Try to understand me.
I don't even know why my mother deserted me.
What was her problem?
I don't even know who my Dad is.
I wish to know about myself. Why don't you understand?
What do you want to do? - I'll meet my mother.
Then? - What do you mean?
I mean, what after that? - This I can't tell now.
Because you don't know? - Yes.
When do you wish to go? - As soon as possible.
Very well. We'll both go and see your mother.
You aren't coming with me. - Why?
Because this is a personal matter.
Am I an outsider? - I didn't say that.
Alone! In a strange place! Among strange people...!
I can take care of myself. - But I'm coming with you.
Where have you been all morning?
Have you had a drink before? - Beer.
Only one peg.
Had a fight with Pinky?
What's the problem, son?
What difference would it have made had God not created woman?
You wouldn't have been born.
God has created woman so that you can grow up and abuse her.
You're becoming indecent day by day.
I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about Pinky.
She picked a fight with me, and she walked out on me.
Where has she gone? - To find her newfound mother.
And you let her go?
To a strange place... to meet strangers...?
What if in a weak moment, she does something wrong?
What else could I do?
I told her, I'm ready to go with her.
But she screamed at me! And she said no one goes with her.
She says a no, and you drop the idea? And you're madly in love with her?
Don't call my love mad, Dad!
Be a man!
If you love her, then follow her to the end of the world.
Bring her back. Prove that you're my son.
Vicky, where are you going?! Ask him where he's going.
Don't you want your son to know his responsibilities?
Let him make his own decisions. Let him stand on his own feet.
My name is Pinky.
I'm coming from Delhi. From Dr Kapoor's...
Who is it, Anju?
Who is this?
My niece.
Your uncle.
How did you come alone?
Weren't you afraid of taking such a long journey all alone?
No news. And no letter. You could've sent us a telegram.
She might've decided on the spur of the moment.
I'm seeing you after years. I couldn't recognise you.
You wouldn't even remember me. You were very small then.
20 years...
Come, I'll show you to your room.
This is your room. Take a bath. The bathroom is there.
Take a hot water bath. You'll feel fresh.
I'll lay the table in the meantime.
What's her name?
Why has she come here?
Why does one come to visit a relative?
And what did you say your cousin's name is?
Mrs Shobha Kapoor
Strange, isn't it? A strange face, a strange name you never heard of...
comes knocking, and tells you, let's play relatives.
Even I was surprised to see her. - So I thought.
She's your cousin from Delhi.
Papa, isn't she sweet?
Come, sit here.
Let Pinky sit beside me.
Come Pinky.
Start, Pinky.
Come on, let me serve you.
Pass the bowl, Sweety.
How was your day?
Invite me sometime for the game.
Don't you play any games? - Sometimes.
How about a match between Pinky and Sweety?
I'm not losing a match. Won't you back me up, Papa?
And I'll back Pinky.
Not one to hundred. One to a thousand!
Come to me, my child. - What's it Papa?
I'll show you a cartoon. Looks just like you.
I don't want to see it. - Why are you angry with me?
Show me all your teeth. Let's see how you look when you smile.
Papa, will you recite that poem? - Which one?
The one you had written about me when I was very small.
Let your Mummy recite that poem.
Recite that poem... - All right.
Come and sit beside me.
"A little fairy came to my house"
"She came riding on a chariot lit with the moonlight"
"Her words were as sweet as honey"
"On her breath, the smell of perfumes"
"Her lips were like wet roses"
"Her cheeks were the color of ripe pomegranates"
"That was the little fairy who came to my house"
"When she came, the spring came with her"
"And flowers blossomed in my house"
"I have seen her a thousand times"
"But I can't take my eyes off her"
"She's the little fairy who came to my house"
"Then I asked her Who are you?"
"She smiled and said I'm your love"
"I've lived in your heart forever"
"This is the first time I've come to your home"
"She's the little fairy who came to my house"
"She came riding on a chariot lit with the moonlight"
What a beautiful poem! You write so well.
Why don't you write a poem about Pinky?
Why about Pinky?
He's my Papa. He'll write about me.
He won't write about anyone else! Not even about you!
You shouldn't talk like that before a guest.
Who is she?
I cannot tell you yet who you are.
How long will she stay in our house?
How long can I hide this?
It's just a matter of a few days.
She isn't going to stay here forever.
The way Mummy was looking at her! As if she's loathe to leave her!
Why did you leave me?
As of now, you will not understand. Neither can I explain this.
Our well-wishers purport to act in the best of our interests.
I've suffered for it.
I haven't seen my daughter in 20 years...
the daughter I bore.
In life, these petty event come and go.
One who understands and adjusts accordingly, is wise.
May I call you my mother?
Not yet.
Vicky you? Here?
Your tears tell me that you've been crying your heart out for me.
Aren't my eyes telling you something? At least you can do me the courtesy...
of asking if I've had a pleasant journey.
Vicky, I'm very disturbed.
So you've met your mother, haven't you?
You shouldn't have come here.
Now that you're here, make sure you don't meet me.
Even if we meet, make sure you don't recognise me.
I have a past and you know that. But there's no place in it for you.
Don't you rub it in!
I didn't come here to enjoy myself.
Watch this!
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K-Pax CD1
K-Pax CD2
Kabhi Kabhie (1976) CD1
Kabhi Kabhie (1976) CD2
Kadosh (1999)
Kaena The Prophecy Xena CD1
Kaena The Prophecy Xena CD2
Kaho Naa Pyaar Hai
Kahpe Bizans CD1
Kahpe Bizans CD2
Kairo (2001)
Kajmak In Marmelada (2003)
Kal Ho Naa Ho CD1
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Kalifornia 1993
Kama Sutra A Tale of Love 1996
Kangaroo Jack
Kanto Wanderer 1963
Kanzo Sensei CD1
Kanzo Sensei CD2
Kaosu (Chaos)
Karakter (1997) CD1
Karakter (1997) CD2
Karan Arjun
Karate Kid 2 CD1
Karate Kid 2 CD2
Karate Kid 3
Karate Kid The
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Kate And Leopold
Kate and Leopold (2001)
Kavkazskaya plennitsa - Kidnapping Caucasian Style (Leonid Gaidai 1966)
Kaze No Katami - The Wind Carpet (Kamal Tabrizi 2003)
Kdo chce zabit Jessii
Keeping The Faith
Keeping Up Appearances 01 - My Name Is Bouqet
Keeping Up Appearances 02 - Welcoming The Dishy Vicar
Keeping Up Appearances 03 - Visiting Acquaintanance Stately
Keeping Up Appearances 05 - Daisy And Her Toy Boy
Keeping Up Appearances 06 - How To Manage Christening
Keeping Up Appearances 11 - Googley-Eyed Registrar
Keeping Up Appearances 12 - Coctails With Greek Millionaire
Keeping Up Appearances 13 - Unfortunate Prospect
Keeping Up Appearances 14 - Playthings For Daddy
Keeping Up Appearances 15 - Three Piece Suite
Keeping Up Appearances 16 - Picnic For Daddy
Keeping Up Appearances 17 - Very Merry Hyacinth
Keeping Up Appearances 18 - Sea Fever
Keeping Up Appearances 19 - Angel Gabriel Blue
Keeping Up Appearances 20 - Historical Pageant
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Keetie Tippel
Kekec (Joze Gale 1951) CD1
Kekec (Joze Gale 1951) CD2
Kellys Heroes (1970)
Ken Park (2002)
Kenny Rogers - Live by Request
Kes (Ken Loach 1969)
Key Largo
Khakee CD1
Khakee CD2
Khakee CD3
Kid Stays in The Picture The
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Kid The CD2
Kids Return 1996
Kids Return CD1
Kids Return CD2
Kiki delivery service
Kill Bill CD1
Kill Bill CD2
Kilometer Zero (2000)
King Boxer
King David
King In New York A 1957
King Is Alive The
King Kong vs Godzilla 2 (1962)
King The (2003) CD1
King The (2003) CD2
King of Comedy The (1983)
King of marvin gardens The
Kings Go Forth (Delmer Daves 1958)
Kinjite Forbidden Subjects (J Lee Thompson 1989)
Kiss Me Kate 1953
Kiss Me Stupid - Billy Wilder 1964
Kiss Of Death
Kiss of the Dragon
Kiss the Girls
Kitchen Stories
Kites Over Helsinki
Kitne Door Kitne Paas (1999)
Kjrlighetens Kjtere
Klumps The
Klute 1971
Knafaim Shvurot
Knife In The Water 1962
Knight Rider 1x03
Knight Rider 1x04
Knight Rider 1x05
Knight Rider 1x06
Knight Rider 1x07
Knight Rider 1x08
Knight Rider 1x09
Knight Rider 1x10
Knight Rider 1x11
Knight Rider 1x12
Knights Of The Round Table
Knights Tale A
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Koi mil Gaya (2003 Hindi)
Kral Sokolu
Krull 1983 CD1
Krull 1983 CD2
Kuch Naa Kaho 2003
Kukushka 2002
Kumokiri Nizaemon (1978) CD1
Kumokiri Nizaemon (1978) CD2
Kung Fu Hustle 2004
Kushi 2003
Kyun Ho Gaya na