Bunty and Babli are two avid dreamers. Two
free souls born into caged small town realities. They grow weary of
being two specks on the horizon. They desire the horizon itself.
so they pack their aspirations in worn out bags, whip a scarf of
confidence around their proud necks and set forth. On a journey across
the length and breadth of the country, spinning circles around the
people they meet.
Born ?Rakesh? in a lethargic, lead-eyed
Fursatganj, he is a man of schemes, ideas, invention and restlessness.
His small Uttar Pradesh town begins to feel a bit too small for his
king size plans.
He wants to be amongst the richest in the
world. He wants to be in jacuzzis. He wants to be in limousines. He
wants to be a big blip on the radar of history. He wants to be big
black typo in newspaper headlines.
In short, he wants out of here.
a parallel universe, in another slump-backed, crinkle nosed small town
called Pankinagar, ?Vimmi?, our heroine, faces the same dilemma. Does
she follow the course every other young marriageable girl does? Or does
she carve new fatelines on her soft as butter palms?
In her mind
(but in her mind alone!) she?s the foxiest thing to ever have hit a
ramp. She?s the hottie the world can just gape at but never touch. She
is Miss India.
So she too decides to fly the coop.
Somewhere along their individual journeys, Rakesh and Vimmi meet, flogged by circumstance but unwilling to concede.
In a moment of mistaken truth, ?Bunty? and ?Babli? are born. And the world gets turned on its head!
follow the duo through caper after caper, in which they meet rajahs,
powerbrokers, shaadi bandwallahs, millionaires, investors, leaders,
ministers, banjaras, elephants, explorers, hoteliers, chai boys and one
very, very upset policeman!
The world sits up and takes wide eyed notice of this pair.
Bunty is the Rakesh that Rakesh always dreamt of being, with a delicious twist.
Babli is the Vimmi that Vimmi never thought she?d become, with another delicious twist.
Together they are more than the sum of their parts.
they are spiritual gurus, bureaucrat and secretary, gangster and moll,
business partners, hen pecked husband and pregnant wife, lawyer and
**** harassed client, vagabonds, caught-in-a-downpour lovers and
lots, lots more. And they seem to be loving every minute of it.
escapades play out against backdrops as varied as the Taj Mahal, the
banks of the Ganges, the saffrons of Benaras, the browns of Kanpur and
Lucknow, the whites of Mussoorie, the tinkling bells of Rishikesh and
Hardwar, the skies of Delhi and all across the vein like network of the
Great Indian railways and highways.
Every mundane reality in
every dusty corner of India is flushed out of its slumber by a splash
of ?Bunty aur Babli? excitement in this, the tale of two dreamers that
blaze the sky like comets. But do not die. Like all good comets they
promise to reappear again. And they do. And how they do all of that is,
seriously, the stuff legends are made of.