Taxi 9211 | 2006
Two. It's an interesting number. Two sides of a coin, two halves in a day, two ways to look at life, two guys in our story--and two hours in which to tell it. Two hours that tell the story of a day in the life of two opposites. Raghav Shastri, an Insurance Salesman to the world, but a caustic, instinctively witty cabbie in reality, who needs thirty thousand rupees by the end of today. And Jai Mittal, the equally acidic heir to a resourceful business family, who needs a bit more. Three hundred crores actually. Also by the end of the day. Jai needs to contest his father's will in court--and Raghu's cab to get there. Raghu needs every rich sucker he can get as passenger. So the two meet. And a predictable cab ride kicks off a roller-coaster journey that leaves you laughing in a most unlikely place--the edge of your seat. Because on either side of the seat that divides them are our two problems. Two attitudes, two egos, and two distictive brands of humour.