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ELECTION SYMBOL GOURD

MRS. KRANTI DEVI

ELECTION SYMBOL PRESSURE COOKER

The world can't move without Lord Rama

And Lord Rama draws strength from Hanuman

The world can't move without Lord Rama

And Lord Rama draws strength from Hanuman

Oh, without Lord Rama…

Hey!

Prahlad, what is this?

There isn't even one poster of mine here.

Of course there are fewer posters in the East.

Why?

The residents won't allow us to stick posters here.

They think putting up posters

ruins the wall's appearance.

Ruins the wall's appearance?

Don't all of Bhushan's posters make the wall look bad?

Bhushan must have messed with their heads.

It's all about that East-West thing.

I clearly said my poster should go on that tree,

but instead, there are two of his posters up!

Unbelievable!

I can't see a single poster.

Pradhan Ji!

Look at this!

Your poster is stuck down below,

but Banrakas has pasted his poster right over yours!

Let me just…

Hey, man, you ripped the gourd poster!

No, I didn't rip it.

Potatoes!

-It's okay. -Fresh, round potatoes!

-Hey, Vikas. -Yes?

Weren't we out of potatoes?

Yes, we were.

-Should we buy some? -Yes.

Hey, potatoes! Stop!

Two kilograms, please.

I'm about to run out of potatoes too. I'll take one kilo.

Heard that? One kilo for him, two for him.

And you, Pradhan Ji?

Two kilos for me as well.

Listen clearly.

Two kilos each for them, and one kilo for him.

Two kilos each for them, and one kilo for him.

That's five kilos total. Be reasonable.

Sachiv Ji, you need not pay me.

-What do you mean? -I mean…

Bhushan Bhai has already covered the cost of all these potatoes.

-It's all free. -Damn it…

Man, do you see us as moochers?

Keep your potatoes to yourself!

We don't want free stuff!

-We don't want it. Take it away. -Giving it away for free!

Scram!

Thinks he's some kind of saint doing charity!

These are the tactics Banrakas has been using to win votes, Pradhan Ji.

-He's unbelievable… -Let's get out of here.

-Yes. -Enough of East Phulera.

-Cast your vote. -Sure.

I'll vote for the gourd.

Yes.

Hello?

Come on, man! The person speaking is the one you called!

This is Pradhan Ji. Who are you?

Yes.

Okay.

Abhishek sir…

why do you think Saansad Ji wants to meet us?

We'll know when we get there.

The MLA and Saansad are on good terms, right?

Why do you think Vidhayak acts like such a scoundrel?

Saansad regards him as a brother.

And they belong to the same party.

He's the reason Vidhayak acts so high and mighty.

Without him, he wouldn't last a day.

I hope he doesn't try to pressure us into dropping the case against the MLA.

-Probably. -Listen…

-Right. -Even if he tells you to drop the case,

make sure you refuse politely.

Oh, come on! I know how to say no to the big shots

without offending them.

-Don't worry about it. -Handle it carefully.

We're already at odds with Vidhayak. Let's not pick a fight with Saansad too.

-Saansad… -Papa!

Here you go.

Yeah.

If I were looking for a fight,

I wouldn't have bothered with this expensive Cobra perfume.

-Here you go. -No.

Oh, just spray some!

Pradhan Ji, put some on me.

Aren't you a little too…

-There you go. -A little on the back.

-That's enough. Let's go. -Come on.

-Spray some on Prahlad. -Oh…

-Give him a spritz. -No.

Don't be shy.

-Hey… let's go. -You…

-Come on. -Here you go.

-Take it. -Come.

KUTUMB

There's a good chance

Saansad Ji might ask us to withdraw the case against Vidhayak.

But we can't give in.

-Alright. -We must refuse him gently.

Carefully.

It shouldn't damage our equation with him. Understood?

The minute he gets here,

let's sprinkle in some praise.

-For whom? -Saansad Ji.

So that he doesn't feel offended later.

-Sir? -Just randomly praise him?

Let's just compliment the farmhouse and say how beautiful it is.

Come on, man! This isn't new.

I'm sure everyone praises the house.

-Look, he's coming. -He is?

-Greetings, Saansad Ji. -Namaste.

This Prahlad, the Upa-Pradhan of Phulera.

This is Sachiv Ji…

-Sir. -Abhishek.

-This is Vikas. -The Assistant Secretary.

And this is my pet…

Dragon.

Dragon.

That's a beautiful name. Amazing!

-Right? -Yeah.

It's not just his name. He's really beautiful too.

What a personality!

Look, sir.

Personality.

Yes. Look at the eyes.

-Beautiful indeed. -Yes.

What color are the eyes?

They seem blue to me.

No. Looks yellowish to me.

Huh!

Hey!

Vikas, get him!

It's okay, don't overdo it.

Sit down.

Let's sit.

I'm a frank guy…

and I appreciate frank people.

But only as much as the situation calls for.

Unlike Chandu.

Who is Chandu?

Vidhayak.

Former Vidhayak.

So, tell us, why did you…

want to see us?

What do I say?

Vidhayak Ji's been calling nonstop.

Sorry. I mean, the former Vidhayak has been calling nonstop.

Tell him I'm busy.

Okay.

Does anyone know that you've come here?

No, sir.

-No one else knows besides us. -Just us.

Chandu has been removed from the party.

News just came in from the high command.

That's why he's calling repeatedly.

Why the long faces?

It's good he's out.

Vidhayak Ji is--

I mean, the former Vidhayak's a bit of a strange one.

Making him the Vidhayak was a big mistake.

He's so temperamental that nobody can figure out his next move.

Yes.

The MLA's actually got some strange traits.

Sometimes it's a dog he kills, sometimes it's a pigeon.

Sometimes he storms into the village carrying a gun.

That just makes things tense in the village, so…

Strange traits? He got Pradhan Ji shot for no reason.

What can I say about him? He's just…

He's the reason I catch heat from the higher-ups.

He used to follow me around, calling me "Bhaiya," so I made him the Vidhayak.

But not anymore.

I'm done.

Our party needs someone who is mature

and has a clean image.

Prahlad.

Yes?

You're not running in the Panchayat election.

May as well go for the Vidhayak seat.

Potato does the deed It fulfills everyone's need

Potatoes are fantastic!

Bhaiya, wait!

How much? Two and a half kilograms?

-Sure, if the price is reasonable. -Move.

What's the rate?

It's for free, ma'am.

It's from Bhushan Bhaiya to all the villagers.

We don't want free stuff!

We can buy potatoes if we want!

He thinks free potatoes will win people over!

Get out of here!

I knew this would happen.

-What did you say? -Nothing.

Relax.

She's scary.

Get some potatoes!

-Fresh, round potatoes! -Hey!

Get back here.

Come here.

What does she want now?

-What happened? -Wait.

Careful, ma'am.

If these are free, can anyone take as many as they like?

Well, he didn't exactly say no.

Fine then, put the rest of the potatoes in a sack and give them to me.

What? All of it?

-Yes. -We're saving you the trouble.

Hand them over and go home.

Yes.

Go being a sack.

What will we do with all these potatoes?

Let's worry about that later. Just bring the sack.

-Okay, I'll be right back. -Yes.

What are you thinking about?

Saansad Ji…

Pradhan Ji also has a clean image.

But he's not the father of a martyr.

What's the problem?

The problem is

my son's name will be associated with this election.

I don't want that.

Do you know who ordered the raid on your homes?

The former Vidhayak.

And who saved you?

Prahlad, I made sure nothing harmed your reputation.

Don't let me down.

Fakauli deserves a competent Vidhayak.

You all need to help him resolve his moral dilemma.

Come on.

If Bhushan Bhaiya says something, handle it.

I was told to distribute potatoes in the village, and I did just that.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye. Leave.

Get going.

Where's Butkun?

He went to his in-laws'.

Okay. These are potatoes.

-What do I do with these? -Make samosas, what else?

And whoever drops in for tea,

give them some samosas too.

Tell them they are from me, free of charge.

Samosas aren't made with just potatoes.

I need more ingredients.

Well, you get them.

-We'll take care of the cost. -Yes.

Just make sure to tell everyone

it's from me.

-Okay? Do you understand? -Yes, understood.

-Alright. -Goodbye.

-Get to work. Goodbye. -Make sure the samosas taste great.

-What a brilliant idea, Mom! -Yes.

It feels like

people think I won a lottery,

not that I lost my son.

Right?

Trying to toss money, reputation, and a ticket to politics at me!

I don't want it!

Prahlad Ji, people's sympathy naturally comes with it.

There's no getting around that.

The sooner you accept it, the better.

And how long will you keep pleading people to carry out the roadwork?

We're talking about the Saansad here. He'll do it if I make the request.

Why do all of this?

I already made that request.

He said, "Tell that to Prahlad.

He'll take care of it after he becomes the Vidhayak."

Prahlad Cha…

sympathy from people gets you a lot of votes.

You'll lose your spot if you can't live up to what they expect.

He has just offered you the ticket.

You haven't won yet.

Plus, the Vidhayak will obviously contest from some other party.

Or maybe he'll have a family member run instead.

You'll have competition.

Prahlad Ji, sure people will sympathize,

but winning their votes won't be easy.

Prahlad…

You can see how things went for me in the Panchayat election.

Nothing would make me happier

than you getting the Vidhayak's ticket.

Your victory will work in my favor. Do you understand?

Alright.

JAN JANARDHAN PARTY

That must have been a difficult decision…

but you went through with it.

You put your emotions aside and prioritized the welfare of the people.

This is what defines a true leader.

You're going to go far.

SAANSAD

Saansad Ji…

it would be great if you could visit the village during the election campaign.

No way, I don't want to get involved in these small-time elections.

You handle it.

Okay, if that's what you think is best.

Alright.

Hey, open the gate.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Bhaiya!

Open the gate. Vidhayak Ji is here.

Saansad Ji isn't at home.

If he's not at home, then where is he?

Why isn't he answering my calls? I've been trying to reach him.

Been calling him nonstop. Hey, come on, open the gate!

-He's not home. -Tell him Chandrakishore Singh is here.

Understood? Will you open the gate or not?

-Who is it? -I won't leave until I've met him.

Do you understand?

-Open the gate! -Listen…

Fine, don't open the gate. I'll scale the wall.

Open up!

-Go hide! -Hide where?

-Just hide! -Bhaiya, I'm coming!

If he sees you here, he'll lose it.

-Hide. -Hey, come here.

Get over here.

Get down on all fours, like a horse.

I said, get down on all fours!

Do it properly!

Wait, get in here!

-In here? -Just hide!

-I'll get in the front. -He'll spot you there!

I'm not going anywhere until I see him!

-Bhaiya! -Hide.

Bhaiya, come on, stop! I can see you!

Bhaiya, get the door opened.

I'm talking to you!

Chandu…

Get the door opened!

Note down his name.

What's the matter?

Why are you shouting?

What happened?

I didn't shout. I was calling you.

"What happened?"

Like you're totally in the dark here! Don't you know what went down?

The party high command has made this decision.

If they don't like you, what can I do?

They don't like me?

Why not?

-What do I lack? -Chandu…

does a lion ever lack anything?

Lion? I'm a lion?

The king of the jungle or the circus performer?

I've turned into a circus lion.

Bhaiya, don't beat around the bush.

Not with me.

When I was expelled from the party…

you should've raised your voice.

Tell me if I'm wrong.

What do you think?

I didn't raise any objection?

I nearly grabbed the party's general secretary by the collar.

You must know…

my hands are tied, Chandu.

Bhaiya…

I have been wronged.

This is really wrong, Bhaiya.

Really wrong.

Bhaiya…

You're like my brother.

Please forgive me.

Anger makes me…

lose my direction sometimes.

That's okay.

This is normal between brothers.

Alright.

So tell me…

who's taking my place?

The party high command will make the call.

Party high command.

-That was one heavenly whiff! What is it? -What…

I just got a whiff of something unique, and it smells amazing.

Oh, it's incredible! What scent is it?

Have you applied some oil?

-Is it from those flowers? -Is it?

No, these aren't fragrant…

No, it's not the flowers.

Smell it!

Can you smell it? It's totally different.

I think the smell's coming from the car.

-From the car? -It must be the car perfume.

-It's my car perfume. -Car? You know, it's so--

Every time I go to Lucknow, I come back with tons of attar.

-Is it from the car? -I'll get you some.

Car? Where is it?

Go bring the car perfume.

-What brand is it? -Some new brand?

-He's getting it! -Which perfume is it?

Let me find out the brand.

The print is really tiny.

What scent is it…

Wow!

Hey!

Oh my goodness!

Help me. My hand is stuck.

That's the party high command's plan.

My goodness!

So, this is the plan.

Good grief!

What in the actual hell!

What a terrible betrayal!

JAN JANARDHAN PARTY

Look, Chandu.

To hell with Chandu!

My name is Chandrakishore Singh.

And things are pretty clear to me now.

Like I told you, it's the party high command's decision.

Bullshit! Party high command's decision!

It's all…

your doing.

Chandu, you should go home, take your BP medicine, and get some rest.

If you had a problem, you should have said it outright.

I would've stepped down.

What was the point of putting on a show?

You spun a web of deceit and completely cut me off from the system!

-Stop talking nonsense. -Nonsense?

Do you think I can't see? Do you think I'm blind?

I see everything clearly.

First…

you framed me in that dog murder case and snatched away my seat.

After that, you got him shot and trapped me again.

And then you had me kicked out of the party.

It's like you just keep pounding away at someone

until there's nothing left of them…

and they die.

Death on the spot.

See that?

That's how the game of politics is played. Politics!

We're just pawns in this game.

You might be the pawn, but we aren't.

Pawn!

What?

-Didn't get that? -"You might be the pawn, but we aren't."

My God!

This is unbelievable!

You're getting the party ticket

from the very person who got him shot?

Have you lost all your self-respect?

You got me shot, darn it!

-Me? -Yes!

Really?

I got you shot?

Okay.

If that thought brings you comfort…

then so be it.

Excellent.

Look…

guns aren't really my language.

Have faith, Pradhan Ji.

I trust you, Saansad Ji.

Hear that, Chottan?

They're so blinded

by their hunger for power that they've become like Dhritarashtra.

You're using your son's martyrdom to your advantage.

Out.

-Chottan! -Yes?

Let's prepare a non-veg meal today.

We'll have chicken today.

It's been a while since I ate chicken.

-Sure, we'll grab a chicken on the way. -Sure thing!

Let's go.

Hey!

Don't even think about it.

You're thinking.

I'm just watching.

Let's go.

"Don't even think about it."

This is from Pradhan Manju Devi.

This is from Pradhan Manju Devi.

-This is from Pradhan Manju Devi. -I see.

-Tasty piping hot samosas! -Unbelievable.

See that?

The flour is hers,

but the potato inside is all mine!

Tell me, what's better,

flour or potato?

-Potato. -Yes!

So remember

whose potato you are biting into.

Whose is it?

It's Bhushan Bhaiya's, man!

-Bhushan Bhaiya's. -Yes.

-May I? -Eat.

Pradhan Ji!

Pradhan Ji, stop!

Yes?

A small request for your wife.

Please tell her to keep her tricks in check.

Did you speak to Vidhayak?

Go on, catch up with him.

-He's having a bad day. -What?

What? Go and ask him.

Let's go.

But…

Why is Vidhayak Ji having a bad day?

Something seems off, Bhaiya.

ONE FIX FOR PHULERA'S PLIGHT STAMP THE GOURD AND SET THINGS RIGHT

I believe…

Vidhayak is being honest.

I also believe Saansad was behind the shooting.

I think the same.

Me too.

Pradhan Ji…

instead of filing a case against the man who got you shot

and sending him to jail,

you expect me to take the Vidhayak ticket from him?

Such is politics!

Prahlad…

if you don't want to contest,

then forget about it.

That's not what Prahlad Cha meant.

What else did he mean then? What did he intend to say?

There's a chance Saansad was behind the shooting.

So what if he got me shot?

What's wrong with that?

He also ensured I came out unharmed!

-What are you saying? -What are you saying!

If a bullet to my shoulder helps you win the Vidhayak ticket,

helps Rinki's mother win the election, and gets a road built in the village,

then I'm absolutely fine with it!

Do you understand? I'm not dead, am I?

Do you hear yourself?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Son, this is politics!

It's not some doll game where everything's always perfect!

It's all about lies, tricks, and deceit!

That's how the game's really played!

Play if you can, otherwise just quit!

Just doesn't get it!