Good morning, Mumbai. Welcome
to our new show “Mahatma’s Magic”. Hundred years back,
a cool dude came to our country! Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. Bapu showed us the right way
to live our life. Sadly, we’ve forgotten that path today. I want you to imagine that Bapu’s
with us in the studio! You tell us your problem and we solve it with Gandhism! In return, we seek your support. Our friend is very unwell. He’s in a critical condition. But he doesn’t think he’s sick. I hope he will understand
if you guys convince him. Dial now, Mumbai! Bapu, we’re going live.
Stay with me! Wow… our first call.
Got disconnected! No, we got cut off.
Let’s call him back! Okay. Why did you disconnect? Hey, what’s eating you, buddy? – You can’t help me.
– Give it a shot. – I need Rs. 700,000.
– For what? I lost my father’s savings
in the stock market. My friend said
he would double my money. Dad was saving to buy a house. Now how do I get it back? – That’s very easy.
– Simple. – How?
– Reduce expenses. Work more. Pay it back penny by penny. Work twice as hard spend less and save your money. Was that your solution?
It’ll take me 10 years to earn so much. – What do I do now?
– First… you must be brave,
admit the truth to your father. First, don’t be a wuss and confess! – I’d rather commit suicide!
– Are you crazy? Why make your father suffer
for your mistake? Think your dad will enjoy
seeing your dead body? Those shoulders you rode on as a child will now bear the weight of your coffin. For six months
he won’t believe you’re gone. He’ll keep calling your phone hoping you’ll answer. Bloody idiot. – What should I do?
– What’s your name? Victor…Victor D’Souza. Listen, Victor.
He’s your father. Don’t hide the truth from him. One day, I woke up.
Found my dad was no more. There was so much
I wanted to share with him. But I never did. – Where’s your father now?
– In his room. – What’s he doing?
– Don’t know. The door’s closed. Open the door. Go in. Don’t think, Victor. I said just go in.
Don’t think. Go in. Now what?
What have you done this time? What are you standing there for?
What is it? Tell him…
Is there a radio in there? – Yes.
– Whom are you talking to? Turn on the radio. Mr. D’Souza. Your son wants to tell you something. Mumbai city is listening in. Speak up, Victor. Tell him. Daddy… Dad, I wanted to tell you earlier… Don’t beat around the bush, Victor.
Get to the point. Tell him. Daddy, I’ve lost your Rs. 700,000
in the stock market. Don’t raise your hand, Mr. D’souza. If you hit him now he will always be
scared to speak the truth! Dad, I’ll stay away from
the stock market. I’ll do any job.
Deliver newspapers. Tutor kids. I’ll save every penny and
pay you back. I know what you’re thinking,
Mr. D’souza. How can he earn Rs. 700,000
delivering newspapers? But you’ve got your son back, sir. Silly chap wanted to kill himself. He’ll get onto the right path now. Dad, Uncle Francis runs a taxi service. He’s always looking for drivers.
Could you recommend me? Dad, if I drive a cab,
I hope you won’t be embarrassed. – I won’t drive in our neighbourhood.
– Enough. Don’t make me cry.
Go in. Give me your phone.
Hello? Sir, I don’t know who you are… or what you said to my son. But I do know that today
my little boy… has become a man. God bless you! Sanju, what was it like
to shoot those scenes? To be on the radio, talking to Victor,
all of that. What was it like? I mean, it was… amazing, it was a lesson for me also. I mean, it was just an eye-opener,
so much of learning for me as an actor.
I’m not there in the scene I’m in the radio station with her. But, even to tell those guys to do this it meant a lot to me.
I’m telling you personally. It wasn’t just teaching everybody,
it taught me a lot of things as an actor. You know what moved me is…
there is a line, saying… I had a lot to say… – But I couldn’t tell my father…
– To my father… yeah. You know, I felt that that came from
a very personal space. – It did. Yeah.
– It did. It just felt very emotional to me. This is coming from somewhere else.
It was just so sweet, it was nicely done. I know, but Raju writing that…
You know, it was unbelievable. I couldn’t believe when
he read that scene out. I mean… It was very personal. Good morning, Mumbai. Welcome to our new show “Mahatma’s Magic”. 100 years back,
a cool dude came to our country! Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. Bapu showed us the right way
to live our life. Sadly, we’ve forgotten that path today. I want you to imagine that
Bapu’s with us in the studio! You tell us your problem and we solve it with Gandhism! In return, we seek your support. Our friend is very unwell. He’s in a critical condition. But he doesn’t think he’s sick. I hope he will understand
if you guys convince him. Dial now, Mumbai! Bapu, we’re going live.
Stay with me! Wow… our first call.
Got disconnected! No, we got cut off.
Let’s call him back! Okay. – Hello.
– Why did you disconnect? Hello? Hey, what’s eating you, buddy? – You can’t help me.
– Give it a shot. – I need Rs. 700,000.
– For what? I lost my father’s savings
in the stock market. My friend said
he would double my money. Dad was saving to buy a house. Now how do I get it back? – That’s very easy.
– Simple. – How?
– Reduce expenses. Work more. Pay it back penny by penny. Work twice as hard spend less and save your money. Was that your solution?
It’ll take me 10 years to earn so much. – What do I do now?
– First… you must be brave,
admit the truth to your father. First, don’t be a wuss and confess! – I’d rather commit suicide!
– Are you crazy? Why make your father suffer
for your mistake? Think your dad will enjoy
seeing your dead body? Those shoulders you rode on as a child will now bear the weight of your coffin. For six months
he won’t believe you’re gone. He’ll keep calling your phone,
hoping you’ll answer. Bloody idiot. What should I do? What’s your name? Victor…Victor D’Souza. Listen, Victor.
He’s your father. Don’t hide the truth from him. One day, I woke up. Found my dad was no more. There was so much
I wanted to share with him. But I never did. – Where’s your father now?
– In his room. – What’s he doing?
– Don’t know. The door’s closed. Open the door. Go in. – But…
– I said, open the door and get in. Don’t think, Victor. Just go in. Go in. Victor, get in. Open the door and get in, I say. Now what?
What have you done this time? What are you standing there for?
What is it? Tell him… Is there a radio in there? – Yes.
– Whom are you talking to? Turn on the radio. Mr. D’Souza. Your son wants to tell you something. Mumbai city is listening in. Speak up, Victor. Tell him. Daddy… Dad, I wanted to tell you earlier… Don’t beat around the bush, Victor.
Get to the point. Tell him. Daddy, I’ve lost your Rs. 700,000
in the stock market. Don’t raise your hand, Mr. D’souza. If you hit him now he will always be
scared to speak the truth! Dad, I’ll stay away from
the stock market. I’ll do any job.
Deliver newspapers. Tutor kids. I’ll save every penny and
pay you back. I know what you’re thinking,
Mr. D’souza. How can he earn Rs. 700,000
delivering newspapers? But you’ve got your son back, sir. Silly chap wanted to kill himself. He’ll get onto the right path now. Dad, Uncle Francis runs a taxi service. He’s always looking for drivers.
Could you recommend me? Dad, if I drive a cab,
I hope you won’t be embarrassed. – I won’t drive in our neighbourhood.
– Enough. Don’t make me cry. Go in. Give me your phone. Hello? Sir, I don’t know who you are… or what you said to my son. But I do know that today my little boy has become a man. God bless you! Lucky, I’m going to share
a secret with you. I see Mahatma Gandhi. Looking at you so lovingly! Who… Gentle waves, the setting sun.
You and her, alone on a boat. Raju said when you come close
to the camera you don’t look so calculating. So I went up to the camera… like this. Munna!
Raju says, cut.