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A-pass Brajesh sold bras in Manphodgunj. Perhaps his destiny was sealed the day Babuji named him Bra-jesh. Under normal circumstances, Brahmins were not supposed to be businessmen. But Kumud Bajpai had brought along a hosiery shop as dowry and there was no looking back. Only front. One glance and Brajesh could estimate, ‘Madam, 38D will be perfect.’
Together, they had produced and raised Binny, their twenty-year-old daughter who they lovingly called a ‘happy-go-lucky’ girl: happy to spend her father’s money while different fellows got lucky.
Binny was now an undergraduate student at the University of Allahabad and classmate Gajendra-going-bald was besotted with her. He would smile in her general direction throughout the entire lecture. One day at the lab, she had leaned over his workbench, letting her dupatta slip to allow a peek at her cleavage and had pouted, ‘What is in your hands?’ A lot was in his hands later that evening. Now, Binny was in love with Rahul, or, to be more precise, his situation. You see, Rahul was a rich man’s son and stayed in a palatial bungalow with an army of alert minions. When they yelled, ‘Ramu, Tiwari, Jagdamba’, servants would jump out of the pores of the house in an instant to serve them. But, unknown to Binny, Raja was in love with her and had won over Brajesh’s heart by eliminating goon Ramlal from the encroachment next to Kumud Hosiery and Bedding. To complicate things further, her parents were looking for a suitor. She had asked best friend, Manjul with feigned exasperation, ‘Marriz… marriz… why human beens need to do a marriz? Why?’
But Manjul was a pious girl, easily outraged into calling out to God.
Let’s help Chumki elope with Azhar. Hey Bhagwaan.
Let’s eat two-two ice-creams. Hey Bhagwaan.
Binny’s latest plan was so alarming that Manjul was compelled to summon all possible gods, some even borrowed from other religions, to express her utter and complete shock.
Will Binny choose ‘gorment’-job-holder Tarun or Sanskari-N.R.I Harsh? Would Raja be able to win her heart? How long will Brajesh be able to keep the suitors on hold with excuses like: ‘My mother’s death-birthday is coming’,’Kumud’s chacha has became a widow’, or ‘Our family pandit himself is in Planet Saturn’? Will Binny execute her dangerous plan?
Band, Bajaa, Boys! is here to take you on the laugh-o-coaster of your life!