PRATAP: This world class airport and your first rate sedan. Are they not in tune with the ‘emerging India’ buzz?
SFX - The car doors are slammed thrice followed by the sound of the speeding car.
SEKHAR: You deserter, you took the first flight to the U.S. when India was in dire stairs.
PRATAP: Why blame me for not wanting to sink in our socialistic mire. Who did foresee then that our own P.V. would clean up the things with his reform broom? Tell me if you know a soothsayer who had predicted. I want to consult him.
SEKHAR: Is it for a prediction about the U.S. recession?
PRATAP: Don’t think the U.S. is only about materialism. I’m altruistic in my quest for a zest-filled life.
SEKHAR: What’s up your sleeve?
PRATAP: You hold the key now.
SEKHAR: Why did you hold-up all these years?
PRATAP: What do you want to know first, the reason for my inaction or the cause of action?
SEKHAR: Let’s get into action…
PRATAP: In Vimala’s reflection.
SEKHAR: Oh! The old flame still singes.
PRATAP: It’s nothing cut and dry about it Sekhar. It’s all mixed impulses and hazy emotions. My initial impulse was of a childhood friend, I wanted to share her grief. Then my love on hold came to the fore. I’ve here to explore know not what.
SEKHAR: In the shadow of her widowhood.
PRATAP: Has she lost much, you know what.
SEKHAR: What if and if not.
PRATAP: Don’t tell me you don’t know how it matters.
SEKHAR: What if she’s balloon like.
PRATAP: Sadly, it would be a platonic retreat.
SEKHAR: I know but …
PRATAP: It’s not fair I press you for her statistics.
SEKHAR: I too don’t see her statistically.
PRATAP: One competitor less, isn’t it?
SEKHAR: So you presume she inspires.
PRATAP: Oh, don’t kill me, tell me …
SEKHAR: You can ask my wife, her cousin of sorts.
PRATAP: Why didn’t you tell that before?
SEKHAR: It’s like the pot calling the kettle black. You didn’t think of me all these years and you expect me to remember you had a crush on Vimala which is history now.
PRATAP: With her too?
SEKHAR: How am I to know?
PRATAP: Okay baba, come to the point.
SEKHAR: She’s no less a Liz Hurley herself.
PRATAP: Oh, you’ve an update on middle-aged women.
SEKHAR: Without eyeing them (V.O. a car horn)
PRATAP: Now I’m full of hope.
SEKHAR: Is it because I don’t eye her.