"Babuji?"

*father turns head slightly*
*Nods*
*looks up at poster of Santoshi Maa*

"Kya lene aaye ho ab?"

"Babuji."
*voice breaks*
"Main...main aa gaya hu. Permanently."

*Focus on feet*
*View of dried leaves rustling outside*
*Slightly overbearing Cyan tones*

"Iss khandaan me tumhaare liye jagah nahi hai! Jab tumhaari maa sadme me chali gayi thi, tab tum kaha the?"

*Son looks on with shock*
*folds his hands*
*One tear rolls down*

"But.. Babuji..Amrika se VISA nahi mil rahi thi Babuji. "
*gulps*

"SHADAAAAAAP"
*LOUD DRUM ROLL*
*Son looks fearful*

*Father looks at poster*
*Keeps nodding*

"Meri hi galti hai. Pichle janam me maine hi kuch paap kiya hoga ki, Thakurji ne mujhe tumhaare jaisa nalayak beta diya. Saare maryaadayo ko bhoolke, saare bandhano ko bhoolke tum chale gaye Pardes! HOW D-A-R-E (*spits*) YOU!"

*Insert red fire inside eyes using Adobe AfterEffects*
*Dried leaves rustle more*
*Sound of wind blowing fills up awkward silence*

*Son takes a step back, hands still folded*
*Turns his back to walk off*
*Realisation-waale-eyes*
*Turns around again*


"Babuji. Main samajh sakta hoon ki aapka pyaar aur lad paane ke liye mere pass kuch nahi hai.
Magar EK baat yaad rakhiye, MERE paison ke bina
apki Pillbury waali roti *drums*,
aapke Gucci suits *drums*
aur aapka Beach house *drums*

kuch..nahi...rahega."

*Religious music*
*Dhoom tanananana dhoom tanannana dhoom tananannana*
*Angled shots of baffled father*
*Insert few shots of Santoshi Ma grinning in the middle*


*Son gives out slight laugh*
*Tears glint in his eyes*


"Aur Babuji, aapke Jacuzzi ke bill ke baare me toh socha hi nahi. Tch Tch Tch."

*Dhoom Tanana merging with evil laughter*
*Fades*
*Screen goes blank*

*meager voice*
"Beta?"



Dil Pe Chot Lagi Hai Yaara aka DPCLHY.
Coming soon.

PS: My ex-Hindi teacher decided to drop in for some chaai. I guess this is just an after-effect.