The actual add from Luqaman's perspective.
Luqman: Main kisi waderae ki Aulad Nahi , na kisi.............., main kis ki aulad hon ye main nae nahi batana.
Pher: Main Aik Tharki Insan hon, Zindagi main kuch kar guzarnae ki Khawahish Jagi, to main nae wohi kia jo Aik Tharki Admi karta hae, wo bhe openly.
Phir Logon nae mera mazaq udaya, per main bhe intahi baesharam, main datta raha, laga raha, main aik clown hon, wo clown jis sae bachae dar jatae hain, han main bachon ko drata hon, main Luqman hon.
Pher: Soch ka azad hona zaruri hae, main aik Dabba hon; main ye manta hon, jahe koi mujhae roke ya meri phatti hoi awaz ko band karnae ki duhai dae, main to bakwas karon ga.
Pher: han main aik pervert hon jo Parkon main track suit pahan kar banchon main bethta hon.
(Agae do bachae bhagtae hain is barae main baat karna yaha mozou nahi ho ga aglae frame main)
pher: Main bachpan sae hi piano bajana seekh raha hon or abhi tak seekh hi raha hon, piano bajana mujhae aj bhi nahi ata lakin main himit harnae walon main sae nahi aaj bhi main piano bajaana seekh raha hon, ya piano mujhae bajana seekh raha hae......., kuch to hae akhir, hmmmm.
Pher: Main hon aik pervert, meri shakal pae saaf likha hae.