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Listen, don't you think it's taking too long for dad to get back to Satsang?

I'm really worried all of a sudden.

You won't be.

Your dad will be gone as soon as he leaves.

Now I have to make him sleep.

Look, what's the matter?

After my mother's death, it was the satsang that took care of my father.

Hey, uncle!

What did you catch that you didn't wash your hands in the cold?

Get lost, you idiot!

I won't even let you touch me.

Sat.

Ram Prasad.

What's the matter, father?

The satsang has gone on for a long time today.

Pushpa, father is here. Serve the food.

Father, heat the food. Everything is ready.

The stomach and soul are both tripped up in the satsang.

Daughter-in-law, just give me a bottle of water.

I'll get the work done with that.

A.J.

O.J.

Sunny A.G.

I'm looking about to shoot.

I'll plug right down.

Ma'am, how are you?

I was sent straight from heaven by Nirmala.

She said that I should become your brother at the time of your death.

Oh!

Oh!

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Babuji's jaw has become old like Babuji's.

All his joints have been shaken.

If you scratch it a little, it starts making sounds.

Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch.

We'll have to get it repaired.

Whose? Babuji's?

The jaw's.

Oh.

The morning's shining sun

Had started melting the frozen snow

The sun on the leaves

Was shining like

The gold hair of Devika's ears

Devika's big and picturesque house

Only two people lived there.

Devika and her father.

Devika would take care of the outside world.

And her father would take care of her every need.

So that Devika would never lack her mother.

Now only two people lived in that big house.

Her father and Devika.

What can I cook for dinner, sir?

What kind of joke is this, uncle?

This is not a joke, it's the bitter truth.

You're just getting into writing.

We have to cook the food, right?

It's starting to look like women's food.

Okay, uncle.

I'll cook dinner tonight.

You just rest.

I want to rest, right?

Then please get married soon.

Your nights and winters will be great.

And my days too.

Uncle.

What about your nights?

And if you are so concerned about marriage...

...then do it yourself.

Uncle, look.

This old wall doesn't climb on the new four walls.

If it had to, I would have climbed it long ago.

Look uncle, until this book is published and we...

Don't stand on your own feet.

Don't bring any food grains to this desert house.

Till then we won't climb Ghori.

After that, we will climb only when you say so.

Listen to me, brother.

Chana jor garam.

Lelo babu, lelo chana jor garam.

Rani, 10 rupee ka chana amko bhi lelela.

Tera chana khake toh meri jwani bhi lot aati hai.

10 rupee ka chana toh mai de doongi.

Par yaha khayega, ki sida upar leke jayega.

Chalo bhai, ticket, ticket.

Ticket, ticket, ticket.

I'll start the whole movie here.

Come on, brother. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Get down, get down, get down. Come on, come on.

We're here, we're here. Come on, come on.

Come on, you guys get down.

Sir, please help us.

By the way, everyone has drowned in the river.

But you're dry as well, sir.

We like to stay dry.

We're good people.

No matter what your family is like.

If there is no hustle and bustle in it, then there are many problems.

By the way, call us to your good house sometime.

We will feed you dal and rice.

Move aside.

Come on.

What kind of joke is this?

You are sending people who came after us before us.

Is this a joke?

Is this a joke?

If it's not a joke, then what else is there?

Durga Prasad had called us today.

We have to talk about Devika's death.

Then do it. It takes time.

But he had called us at this time.

That's why we are sitting here for two hours.

I am your brother-in-law.

Are you a big writer?

It takes time.

You are very busy, sir.

Kanshaam!

Hey Ghanshyam!

Yes?

Let him come.

Come.

Yes, I'm sending him.

Greetings, Professor.

Yes, I wanted to ask you about Devika's case.

Oh!

Is that your story?

She is the same girl who is busy with society,

I mean, she is fighting, she won't give up,

she won't back down, she won't leave it.

Isn't it?

That is our story.

Oh! It is your story.

Wonderful!

Nisham!

Yes?

Let's have lunch.

You like it?

Yes, absolutely.

What are you looking at?

What are you looking at here?

Look here.

Look here.

Look properly.

This is what a writer is.

Look at it.

The book he wrote,

his book,

is an invention in the medical world.

In the form of a book,

it's an anesthesia.

Guru, look,

when a big surgeon in this country

is doing an operation,

he will first give a book.

On the first page,

Heartless.

One person is mentally ill, the other is mentally ill.

He will sleep so much that you can operate on him.

Mr. Durga Prasad, I didn't understand anything.

Writing is so easy, isn't it?

Rajesh, I have written four books. I am a writer.

Amitabh Bachchan's era is here and you are selling Rajendra Kumar.

Do you understand?

Write something different.

Write something different.

Write something that is very strong.

Add some spice to it.

You know, add some spice to it

that will make you feel like reading.

So that every time a person wants to read a book,

write something that the people want.

And do you know what the people want?

If Guruji didn't know, I wouldn't be running this business.

Oh, Raghu-Pati!

You were born in the wrong age, Sarvapati.

Go on, go on, go on, write.

Did you understand?

If a crow makes a sound of a peacock, a peacock doesn't.

I'll be back in a minute, sir.

He thinks our literature is cheap literature.

Ablisher wants hot spices.

Spices that burn the body and the body.

Hot spices.

Like we're not writers, but a butcher or a butcher.

Wait a minute.

I get it.

This is a wrong PIN code on the right page, my friend.

Please understand.

What do you mean?

I mean...

You have a note worth 10 rupees.

I do. Why?

Give it to me.

Today I will make you a better writer than Salim Javed.

Come on, let's start the movie.

Has it started?

Go, go.

It's opening.

Come on.

What happened?

Gopal, I don't like it. Why did we come to such a place?

This is the real treasure.

You will see.

Come on, Gopal.

I don't understand this language.

Then why are we here to watch this movie?

No, I can't hear you.

This movie is not for understanding.

It is for feeling.

It doesn't have an ear-play.

It has the other ear-play.

My dear.

Gopal.

Gopal.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

What?

I'll be right back.

Hey, Rajaram!

Rajaram!

What happened?

Rajaram!

What happened? Is everything alright?

Why did you leave me?

This is your spice.

It will burn your body and mind.

You want me to write this?

This is not spice.

This is fragrance.

This is the real spice, my friend.

This is the most spicy street in the life of the people.

Gopal, we write the literature.

We don't write the street and the market.

We print the garbage.

Got it?

That's the literature.

What's sold is written.

What's sold is what's sold. Got it?

Talk.

Raja Ram, try to understand.

Sex is as fun as it looks.

The child will come to study.

Understand, my words will be heard.

You understand what I am saying.

Looking at this cow dung,

your mind is filled with cow dung.

Clean it up.

Otherwise, your mind will be ruined.

Rajaram.

The one who is

the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who

By the way, call us anytime for your good food.

We'll serve you dal and rice.

Eat something different. Something spicy.

Eat some spices.

5 feet 3 inches in length.

38, 30 and 38's life-saving round eyes.

And intoxicating eyes.

All these things have the same name.

Rani.

The trouble of selling hot and sour chickpeas in buses

was the only thing that kept every bus driver waiting.

But that day,

the flowers of her special favor

were only on me.

My eyes were on the wine.

Not the one in the bottle,

but the wine

that was being poured from her throat

and was trying to make room in her breath.

The moving bodies of the human beings

took us closer to the Queen.

For the first time, I saw the Queen's body so closely.

And for the first time, our breaths collided.

The

Thank you.

We both took full advantage of the bus being empty.

We took control of whatever seat we wanted.

I was like a child in that world.

What to tell with which hand?

Which toy to make mine?

Which toy to build from which wall?

I couldn't understand.

I just kept on believing and kept on fulfilling my wishes.

Time was like a mirror.

And I unknowingly,

poured my youth into the queen's body.

Either the driver was lost on the way

Or the sun kept promising not to wake him up

The rice and lentils kept on serving

And I kept on eating

Sometimes the rice was on the top when the lentils were down

And sometimes the lentils were on the top when the rice was down

Masala!

You're making me go crazy

Rajay!

You changed the meaning of the word Dal and rice?

What a thing!

Durga Prasadji, a writer is a creator.

If you have the talent to write a story for a Deva,

then your fingers can stand up.

Stand up, man.

Stand up, man. Stand up.

And how many people are there to stand up?

How many people are there to stand up?

You mean to say, you'll print this?

He'll print this masala and print the notes too.

There will be a lot of people chanting,

Raja Ram, Raja Ram, Raja Ram, Raja Ram.

This story will be read by this day.

No Durga Prasad, we can't name our family after such a writer.

Our family name will be ruined.

Izzat family, Rajya...

You don't agree?

Yes, absolutely.

Such a well-educated person has said that.

Dirty books.

What?

Dirty books.

Dirty books rarely get dusty.

Dirty books rarely get dusty.

Understood?

Your old book,

Yes.

can be dusty.

Rajesh, this spice bottle,

Oh, okay.

It's nothing.

It can't be dusty.

Please.

Anyway,

your name

doesn't go with it.

It can't go.

For this, we need something different.

For this, we need something different.

For this, we need something different.

Mastram.

What?

Mastram.

Mastram.

Mastram.

Mastram.

Mastram.

Mastram is the name of the spice.

This is an advance.

25,000 copies are sold.

Call me a dog.

Let's go, Durga Prasad.

By the way, Raj, what's the next song of Masram?

I haven't found it yet, Durga Prasad.

When I see it, I'll write it.

I don't want to be a singer.

I

Must have a good idea. Okay. Okay

I'm

The

world

I am going to the hospital.

Dog, scoundrel, girl, bald head.

A woman who is funny and

fat, you can see everything.

It will break slowly.

I am 20 years old.

4 years ago, I was in love with a student who studied with me.

His touch made my body and body run like a shirt.

I'm not a fan of the

fake news.

Quiet. Quiet.

If you are in pain, you need your friend's shoulder.

Wow.

If you are in pain, you need your friend's shoulder.

And if you are happy, you need a stick on your friend's neck.

Wow. What a saying. Wow.

Now, you won't be able to have tea.

Now, you will have to cut the goat,

you will have to digest it with whiskey,

and the party will be over. Right, sir?

Son, that's why elders are saying that

If you want to be friends, then be friends with me.

Listen!

If you make friends with such a fatso,

then even if you have to blow your hair, you'll still ask for a party.

When you were in love with Umair, you didn't take the punishment of your parents.

When you were kissing secretly, why didn't you talk about dowry?

I kissed her in the moment.

In the moment?

Love is based on trust.

Love is not a feeling, it is a responsibility.

Never trust it.

Okay?

I am not a fool.

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My nephew can cook mutton for you.

Gopal, do you understand?

What?

She is such a beautiful girl.

I don't understand.

Uncle, let's be 27 or 37.

We won't marry until she doesn't like us.

Don't marry her.

Uncle.

Look at her once.

Uncle, looking at her is...

Enough!

Mama, mama...

Gopal!

I'm going to see a girl tomorrow!

Okay, mama.

I'm going.

Brother, you've drunk Gopal today.

Oh!

It's just the beginning.

Wait, wait, wait.

This...

This...

What's this mark?

Which one?

What's this mark?

Gopal!

Huh?

This?

Hmm.

This is a childhood mark, my friend.

Childhood?

How?

From school days.

School days?

Masterji's stick.

You too, you decent boy.

Did you eat sticks?

Did you eat sticks at the school?

Tell me in detail.

In detail?

If I tell you in detail, this is the story of those days.

When I was standing on the hill of youth,

and was searching for my existence.

After 10th grade, for good education,

I got my uncle admitted to a new school.

The school was new, it was good,

but it was only for boys.

Boys' school,

means a dry tree that yearns for a drop of water.

In the name of the female population,

a young teacher used to come to teach us.

Then one day,

there was a flood in that desert.

And such a flood that all of us

Water became water.

A teacher was summoned.

Who was waiting for the whole school.

She walked like this.

She laughed like this.

The heartbeats of all the people stopped.

In the heat of the summer.

The heat was increasing.

When one day she was in our class.

Miss Rita, from Delhi.

And from Diversea too.

She came to teach us biology.

But the focus of the whole class

was only on her geography.

Which is

Baksh.

Which is...

Anything funny?

Okay, so let's move on.

The most important thing about it, which is

right here, this one.

And this is called Yoni.

In English, it's called vagina.

It's a thing that's supposed to be played on one hand, so it's called vagina.

Any confusions?

Teacher, can I go to the toilet?

Yes, go but come soon.

Will he come? I'll come.

Ma'am, may I go for a wash?

Okay, come fast.

Ma'am, may I go to the washroom?

Ma'am, can I go to the washroom?

Everyone wants to go to the washroom, please.

No washroom?

No teacher.

No, no, you can also go.

I don't have an eye.

Geeta's thoughts were modern

and Rajesh Khanna's was very big fan

This thing spread like fire

throughout the school

Some people

Like Rajesh Khanna, they started cutting my hair.

And the school's headmaster and master came before time.

And after time, they went home.

But before going home, they would go to the island.

Where the whole school was focused on Ms. Rita.

I was busy with my books.

That day, the class was over.

And the school too.

But I was studying in class as usual.

And then, Miss Rita saw me.

Rajaram, what are you doing?

Sit down.

Well...

Well...

I don't understand the difference between English and those words.

See, ovum, sperm, muscle, cell.

And this chapter, human body temperature,

that's not even a part of the book.

What are you doing on Saturday and Sunday?

We'll stay at home on holidays.

Do one thing. Come to my house.

I'll take extra classes and explain everything to you.

Okay?

This is for human body temperature.

Everything.

Here. Thank you, teacher.

You're welcome.

Now go and play a little.

You know, all work and no play

makes Jack a dull boy.

He's a Raja Ram.

Raja Ram. Exactly.

Why did you stop?

Start with extra classes.

What will happen at the teacher's house?

The teacher called me to his house for extra classes.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt as if someone had given me a clue.

Raja?

Good morning, teacher.

Come. Come.

Hmm. So tell me.

What problem were you not understanding?

Miss, I am not understanding the entire chapter of body temperature.

Show me.

So, the human body temperature is also known as euthermia or normothermia.

And the human body temperature ranges between 36.5 degrees Celsius to 37 degrees Celsius.

So ma'am, does that mean everyone's body temperature is the same?

No, not at all.

Body temperature depends on a lot of factors.

Like stress, anxiety, sex,

the reproductive status of the subject at the time,

also the time of the day when the body temperature is being measured.

Not just time, even the place in your body

where your temperature is being measured.

If you look at the temperature of my hand,

it's completely different from the temperature of my face.

And the temperature of my face is different from the temperature of my neck.

Why don't you actually touch and feel it?

No, on my face.

What?

Hey!

How will you understand?

Is it there?

It's warm, right?

Feel it?

It makes a difference, right?

It's different.

Okay, touch my neck.

Doesn't it look like it?

Okay, you know what?

Let me just show you something.

Stand up.

Stand up.

Yes.

Now touch my neck.

Turn it down.

Touch my cheeks now.

That temperature in the class had increased the teacher's and my temperature.

Perhaps we were trying to find out who among us was hot.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

I want to walk in this fire.

I want to drown.

I want to be a king soon.

I want to keep on doing extra classes.

I want to keep on teaching the future.

And I will keep on learning.

.

After the holidays, the studies that used to take place with books,

She was in the staff room.

And sometimes in the library.

Miss Rita started to arouse her energy again.

I don't know when I took the teacher to the table.

There was no attendance register on the table and no book.

and the teacher's invitation.

The teacher had already taught me.

And I had already learned.

No!

No!

Oh!

Mm!

Mm!

Oh!

There might be a place where they haven't taught us.

Okay, Gopal.

Tell me quickly.

At least tell me the target.

Then one day, Ms. Rita came to our hostel room.

We were both unaware of the fact that...

...the P.T. officers were in the hostel.

They saw Miss Rita leaving my room.

And the red color on my cheeks made them understand everything.

Then what?

Viva! Viva!

I was there and Master's stick.

Make yourself at home, nephew.

For the first time, you're going to see a girl like me?

You fool!

Don't you dare do such a thing.

There shouldn't be any hindrance in the relationship.

What do you mean?

Is he a monkey who will kick you?

I know that he's going to meet sister-in-law.

That's why I'm wearing this.

Sister-in-law, please be beautiful.

Gopal, a person should not be judged by his appearance,

but by his character.

Wow, brother-in-law.

Wow, wow, wow.

This is the first time you've spoken about your heart.

Now tell me, brother-in-law, what kind of girl do you like?

Uncle,

a girl who understands me and my love.

That love

which is the second name of trust.

That love

in which there is a sense of responsibility.

That love

which is just ours.

Wow.

Wow, nephew!

Great!

Come on.

Ah! Finally the auspicious time has come.

Absolutely, brother.

Is sister-in-law showing us?

She'll be here soon.

She's preparing some sweets.

Madhu's father?

Please come here for a minute.

Brother, I'll be back in two minutes.

Yes, sure.

What happened? Where's Madhu?

Maharani ji is in her room.

She won't take the tea and go in the tray.

Is this a thing?

Why are you staring at the girl?

Haven't you seen a girl before?

Uncle, for the first time someone is showing off their respect.

Showing off a girl.

I am not used to it.

Try to understand.

Keep your mouth shut.

He has come to see a girl.

Take off your cap.

Take off your cap.

I am taking it off, uncle.

Come in, sister.

Brother, Madhu.

Wow, the samosas are here.

Nice, sir.

You scoundrel! What are you doing here?

I am talking to you, scoundrel!

You?

What are you saying?

He is not a scoundrel, he is a royal uncle.

He is our future relative.

Get lost, scoundrel!

Is this a misunderstanding?

I don't have any misunderstanding.

I will tie my daughter to a rock and throw her in the well.

But I will not get my daughter married in this scoundrel's house.

I think you have a misunderstanding.

This dog scoundrel is a girl.

Sister, I am apologizing. There is no misunderstanding.

I am not mistaken. You are a scoundrel.

It's possible. It's possible.

You are mistaken.

They are abusing the child.

They are abusing the child.

Thank you.

I am going to the hospital.

Mr. Nair has transferred to our neighbourhood.

I have heard that his wife is younger than him.

I need some sweets.

What?

Can you give me some?

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