In the yellow-light area of suburban Mumbai (Peela Bazaar it’s called, as Laal Bazaar is already a trademark of other movies), there’s a culmination of all sorts of women and their body-shops. This particular shop is very popular. That’s because this movie is about it. Anyway, the employees of this shop are very philosophical to say the least. Once, during the nightly ritual of wearing revealing dresses and braying like wild donkeys, one of the employees mellows down her dressing sense. She wears something that reaches below her waist. The shocked colleagues say that it will be difficult for her to find a customer if she does that. So this woman yanks her skirt up and starts laughing philosophically. This is when that dialogue comes in, ‘Arey behen ke jhumki, neechey kar!’ (Dear sister’s earrings, kindly put it down). The next night, something even more morbid happens – Rambha walks in. She’s apparently a choosy employee. Only people with immense wealth can afford her services. All the honorable gentlemen in that area try their luck, but no luck. A particular cop and the area thug also try, but she says, « Mera badan mera property hai. Chahe mai isse commercial rakhu ya residential yeh meri marzi. » (My body is my property. Whether that will remain commercial or residential falls under my humble jurisdiction).