Baba Sehgal: Oye hoye, Santa Claus! Isn’t it August only? Idli dubega sambhar mein/Christmas to December mein!
Tagore: Dustu chhele, it’s me, Gurudev.
Baba Sehgal: Chha gaya Guruuuuu!
Tagore: Come again?
Baba Sehgal: Sorry, that was Sidhu paaji’s line. Jab mian-biwi raazi/muhavra marega Sidhu paaji...
Tagore: Dustu chhele, you speak gibberish...
Baba Sehgal: Coconut matlab nariyal/are you Tagore the Real?
Tagore: What nonsense! Hey, hey, keep your hands off my beard. I shampoo it daily.
Baba Sehgal: Aha! Chamak a gaya shampoo se, GF layi Thimphu se (plays tabla on the food tray).
Tagore: Keep quiet please, will you?
Baba Sehgal: Sure. OK, how much did your national anthem sell?
Tagore: What do you mean?
Baba Sehgal: I’m sure not more than my “Thanda Thanda Paani”?
Tagore: This is surreal! Do you even know the anthem?
Baba Sehgal: Don’t underestimate me Gurudev! (begins playing tabla on tray) “Sa re jahan se achha...”
Tagore: (sighs) Clearly one man’s anthem is another’s anathema...
Baba Sehgal: Achcha Gurudev, did the Bangladeshis pay you for writing their anthem?
Tagore: Are you crazy? Where was Bangladesh then?
Baba Sehgal: In Bangladesh, of course! Gavaskar bhi Sunny, Leone be Sunny/aap Gurudev too much funny. By the way Gurudev, you wrote so many jingles...
Tagore: (massages chest) Poem beta, poems.
Baba Sehgal: Same thing. Which one is your favourite?
Tagore: (cheers up a bit) “Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high…” Do you know when I wrote it?
Baba Sehgal: Dadiji maike jaane ke baad, hain na? hain na? (attempts high-fives and bursts into laughter).
Tagore: (sighs) I have to get down here. They are supposed to send someone with a car.
Baba Sehgal: Can I tag along? Just sing once: "Aaja meri gaadi me baith jaa, aaja meri gaadi me baith jaa..."
Tagore: Sorry, the only song that I feel like singing is one of my own, “Ekla Chalo Re..."(deboards)
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