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Indian (General) Indian (Hinglish)Transcript
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It was now 1979. I was 24 had played smaller roles in about six movies. I was determined to produce a film and also firm that I would somehow create a life for myself in this in the world. One day I traveled to Mango, hoping to convince officials off Karnataka Bank to offer me alone to make my movie. I had a day's worth of talks with them and after a six hour bus journey, returned to Bangla. At the time, my roommates were Massardi and Vinca Deborah, the boy who had introduced me to be a Mushuc. We were no longer in bonus Marty, but had shifted toe a short naeger nearby. That day, when I returned from Anglo, I was on my way to the room when a tailor who lived in lodgings behind hours stopped me and said, I'm very sorry about what happens. It shouldn't have. What happened? I asked, Were you not in Bangla, sir? Then how do you not know? Tell me what happened. I repeated yesterday. Some people attacked your brother with swords and machetes. His legs are badly hurt. You must go to the hospital for a moment, I couldn't think straight. My brother Basant Kumar, lived in Canada for a and had come to Bangla to watch the test match between India and Pakistan. He loved cricket and would come to the city every time there was Imagine he didn't know too many people in Bangla, so he would always stay with me. Why would someone attack him? The dealer had no answers and my room was empty. I got into a rickshaw and went to Victoria Hospital, where the Taylor had told me he had been admitted. My roommate Venkata bind to others. Roger and Maha Deva were already at the hospital. Bank it up. I came up to me and held my hand. There is no need to worry. It's not serious, he said. It seemed to me that they were more concerned about convincing me that all was well, then showing me to my brother's room. When I walked in, I was relieved. But since legs were bandaged with knee, but he seemed quite collected. He then told me what had happened like me, but sent was obsessed with fitness. Whenever he was in Bangla, he would exercise regularly at the Hannah Montana go, Jim. I frequented the day I was in mango bus, and then a friend Nagra Jew, were near the gym discussing the day's cricket match when a man in an autorickshaw charged at them, almost running the two over in a rage bus and had shouted at the autorickshaw driver. The man merely stared at him, suspecting the driver had too much to drink, percent or not gradual that this wouldn't be the best time to confront him, and they decided to head back to my room. In about five minutes, the driver returned with a gang of men in door to rickshaws and on three motorcycles. The moment he got off, the driver pointed at my brother and said, That's him. One of the men screamed. I know him good. He is honey. Besides, boy, another man from the gang attacked my brother, slashing his leg with a machete. Who is Huddy? Prasad wasn't screamed, but the men ignored him somehow. Despite his wounds, he managed to escape. He ran for the nearest house, seeing that the door was open. He rushed in blood, now gushing from his wounds. Once inside, he forced the door shut inside two women and a man drools in terror. The gang fell upon the door. The man in the house appeared out of the window and recognizing one of the Attackers shouted at him, You got to go away! This boy is badly injured. The ******* is how deep Assad's boy. The man yelled back. This is in the end of the matter. He then led the others away. As soon as my friends heard about the incident, they took my brother to the hospital and informed Venkat Oppa Mahadevan, a few others. The doctors immediately real my brother into the Operation Theatre and performed what they said was a major procedure to save his legs. When I spoke to one of the doctors later, he said an inch more and he would have been a cripple for the rest of his life. What? Your brother is strong. Me. He should recover completely in about a couple of months. I decided then that I wouldn't spare the people who had attacked my brother