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What is this?

What concepts are these?

This is just bullshit. This is just crap. Writing is rubbish.

Did you read it?

What do we want? Good simple stories

which have morals or values of philosophy of life.

Stories that have messages or lessons for society.

This is just rubbish.

You organized a talent hunt.

But these are the entries we are getting. Have you read them?

Just cussing, sexual content, violence. Are these the entries we want?

This is what we are being offered.

Ma'am, we are extremely sorry for that.

But we have received a new entry.

Navras Katha Collage.

The stories are quite interesting, right?

Please go through them. Please.

Why don't you mail it to me? I'll read it.

- Sure. - Go. Just go.

- Just leave, please. - Okay.

Thank you, ma'am.

Hello. Greetings.

How are you? All well?

I am not well.

Today is a very important day in my life.

I am very emotional and very sad.

But I am very happy as well.

I feel like telling you guys about a lot of things.

My dear mom-dad.

My hero.

Go get the sign of the man who wrote "Your father is a thief" on my hand.

- He acts well. - My mom-dad is not a thief.

I know your dad is not a thief.

He is a player.

My baby. Great.

Here's the token money.

- I got money. - Don't sit with your legs wide apart.

Do you know where my mom-dad found me?

In a garbage pile.

My baby. My baby.

If you wanted to discard the baby in a garbage pile,

then why did you give birth to her in the first place?

You should have used a condom. Perverts.

Why are you shouting? What happened?

See. They had their fun and then threw away the child.

Is it a boy or a girl?

Yes. What is the gender?

It's a girl.

- What sort of parents are they! - My baby.

Look, the baby is so cute.

Henceforth, I am your father as well as your mother.

So what am I to you?

Mom-dad.

I will call you Koyal.

And this is how I got the name Koyal aka Kuku.

Yes.

He never said no to me.

It is just not possible.

I am the twinkle of his eyes.

Mom-dad.

Mom-dad.

May I ask something?

Shoot.

I want to marry.

You want to do what?

Marry.

Marry?

Mom-dad, I really like Mr. Rohit, my tutor.

I really like him. I will marry only him.

- Hello. - Want to come?

No. Send her.

She charges 2000.

No problem. Send her.

Hey, come on. He is calling.

If I don't get to marry him, I'll consume rat poison.

Mom-dad, you will get me married to him, right?

Mom-dad, you will, right?

May I ask something?

May I?

What is your favorite song?

I don't listen to songs.

My and my mom-dad's favorite song is the same.

- Shall I sing it for you? - No.

I don't know

How much I love you

- But I can't live, can't live-- - Wow. Really nice.

- Nice. - Without you

Thank you.

What?

Mom-dad, I am sorry.

But I am suffering in this marriage.

I never wanted to marry your daughter.

I wanted to go abroad.

I married her only for the 300,000 you promised.

But you gave me just 200,000.

This is wrong. This is cheating.

If you promised 300,000, you should have given me 300,000.

Never mind. I'll pay our money back gradually.

As soon as I start earning,

I'll return the entire amount.

But just think about it.

How can a normal man like me spend his entire life with your mental daughter?

I made a mistake.

Forgive me if you can.

And as far as money is concerned, I'll return it.

- Mom-dad. - Your not-to-be son-in-law.

- Mom-dad. - Hide it. Hide it.

Where did he go?

- He is nowhere to be seen. - Dear...

Where did he go?

He went abroad. To Dubai.

- Dubai? - Yes.

But why didn't he take me along?

You were fast asleep.

So he didn't take you.

He'll go abroad.

He'll earn loads of money

and call my darling daughter there.

My baby.

Will he call today?

Yeah. He will call you.

- God knows. - And then you can ask him.

- God knows. - Sure?

Sure, my child. Sure.

Koyal.

- Pull to the side. - What happened?

What happened?

Kukku.

Kukku.

Come on now.

Get lost.

Why did you waste my time if you didn't have to come?

- Get lost, you scum. - Bloody pimp.

Mom-dad. Mom-dad, listen.

- Kukku. - He has still not called me.

He will call at any time. He called me.

He will call any time.

You? Why you? Why not me?

Mom-dad, I am telling you. If he doesn't call me in five minutes,

I'll consume rat poison.

Please don't do anything like that. He will call you.

- Sure? - He most certainly will.

For sure. Just wait. He will call. He will call.

Koyal, how are you?

I am sorry. I came here without informing you.

You.

Why did you go away?

I want to give my Kukku loads of happiness.

So that she is always happy.

You are my Princess Kukku.

So I want to be a very rich man.

So I had to go to Dubai. Right?

I'll quickly earn a lot of money.

I'll call you over to Dubai very soon.

- And then began... - You like Dubai, don't you?

...a unique tale of romance

where a father started talking to his daughter as her husband

for the sake of her happiness.

Guess who?

My heartbeat.

I gaze at you, my love

The mirror stares back at me

I gaze at you, my love

The mirror stares back at me

Have some shame

Don't hold my hand

Have some shame

Don't hold my hand

I can sacrifice for you, my beloved

Ward off the evil from your pretty eyes

There is no word on that scum.

Don't worry.

I'll let you know as I find out.

Wait. Wait.

Call me once he returns.

Okay. I'll inform you once he comes.

Kukku, tell me something.

You...

Do you love your mom-dad more than me?

First mom-dad, and then you.

What did you say?

You love mom-dad more.

Destiny played games with you

Who has felt your yearnings?

Now I can't be with my friends

Where can I go without you

I am upset with myself

I can't be truthful to myself

I am upset with myself

I can't be truthful to myself

I can sacrifice for you, my beloved

Ward of the evil from your pretty eyes

Well, the fast for Karva Chauth is around the corner?

Is it?

Tell me. What does my queen Kukku want?

- All the things for the makeup. - That's it?

I'll send it from Dubai.

Well, I have something. Come close.

- I told you. Skirt. Bangles. - Bangles.

- Vermilion. - Vermilion--

When will you do business if you are on the phone all the time?

How will you provide for yourself and for Koyal?

Quiet. Quiet.

It's Koyal. Go.

Die then.

Lord, you have snatched away the gems

Leave the light of my eyes behind

Your heart has no home

Tears from your eyes

Koyal, listen to me.

I am a little busy.

So I can't make it for the Karva Chauth.

Why?

Then I'll consume rat poison.

Vijender.

Happened before...

What happened? Get up.

Get up. What happened?

My Kukku will consume rat poison.

She is dying. She is suffering.

Yes. Let's go.

- Come and save her. - I will do something.

- Find him. - Get up.

This is my first Karva Chauth.

And if you don't come I'll consume rat poison.

And then this will be my last Karva Chauth. Yes.

Here you go.

I have traced that scumbag.

Talk to him.

Hello.

Rohit.

Son, have I made a mistake?

Son, Koyal loves you a lot.

She'll die without you.

She is a really nice girl. The poor girl will die.

Son. Darling, you want money, right?

I'll give you money.

I-- I can give you up to 30,000.

You eunuch, shut up.

I earn one lakh rupees a month here.

And do you think I'll come back to India for your 30,000?

For your cheap mental daughter.

Listen, don't call me again.

Or I'll get you beaten up so badly

that you will be born mental like your daughter in the next life.

Listen.

- She is not mental. Kukku is not mental. - Listen.

- Here. Let me talk. - She is not mental.

- Kukku is not mental. - What did you say?

What did you say to him?

What did I say?

Tell him. Tell that eunuch to stop this rubbish.

His daughter is crazy.

You are worse off than a eunuch.

Listen. Whoever you are.

- I dare you to come to Dubai. - Yes, I'll show you what I am.

Come here to Dubai. Show me.

Do you know how high Burj Khalifa is?

If I throw you off it, you will be squashed like a pumpkin.

I'll shove the Burj Khalifa up your backside. You scum.

- Hang up. Hang up. - Just come here once.

What happened, Rukko?

Rukko. Get up.

Come quickly. Quick.

What happened?

- Take him. Quick. Come on. - Take me to Kukku.

Kukku.

My baby.

Mom-dad?

Mom-dad.

Mom--

Mom-dad.

Mom-dad. Mom...

- Rukko. - Mom-dad. Uncle.

- Rukko. - Mom-dad.

Uncle, please check. Mom-dad.

Mom-dad.

Mom-dad.

Mom-dad.

My dearest mom-dad left me.

What is love?

How should you fulfill it?

One should learn it from him.

Days went by.

I would feel so lonely in the house.

Then I started a YouTube channel and asked about Rohit.

Then I understood that he is marrying someone else in Dubai.

God has cheated me.

But I love him a lot.

And in this life, I'll die as his wife only. Yes.

Uncle, please come.

Come sit.

This is my dear police uncle.

He is going to take me to Dubai. Isn't it?

We'll go to Dubai. I'll attend my husband's wedding.

I'll dance. Right?

And I will stream my husband's wedding live from Dubai.

Yes. Do watch it.

Unison with my beloved

LOVE

Ma'am, did you call me?

Who is this writer?

I want to meet him.

This Navras Katha Collage.

Just fix a meeting as soon as possible, please.

Sure, ma'am. I'll do that.

Who is the writer of Navras Katha Collage?

WHY?

Hello, prime time news for today.

According to our sources,

history will be created at 6 am tomorrow.

A day eagerly awaited by all.

How is it?

- Excellent. - Look at mine.

- Superb. - How is-- is mine?

Awe-- Awesome, bro.

Talk wi--with manners.

I am talking respectfully.

Okay fine. Don't fight.

Will a card do wonders?

- I don't... think... - Think so?

Yes, I think she will agree.

Try giving her the card.

Sonu, why don't you give her?

All the best. Please go.

- Okay. - Okay, go.

- Shall we go too? - Should we go?

- Yes. - Let's go.

Ru-- Ruana.

I'm sorry, Ruana.

Brother, she-- she ruined it again.

But it's your mistake.

My mistake? It's his mistake.

Stay in your limits. It's your mistake.

Wow. As if you guys are saints?

What about this stammerer?

It is you-- your mistake.

No, your mistake.

It is your mistake.

Who instigated us?

- Not my fault, I hadn't instigated. - Not mine.

- You all are at fault. - No, it's your mistake.

Stop!

Listen to me.

Tell Ruana,

Jaggi's flight it about to land.

Arrival is at 6.

Let's go to receive him.

He is right.

Sonu, please go.

What's stopping you? Just go.

- Goo-- Good idea. - Yes.

- Go. - Okay, go.

Go.

Ruana, Ruana.

Jaggi is landing tomorrow.

Arrival is at 6, do-- do you want to receive him?

How will we go?

Ruana.

The bus has been arranged.

Arrival is at 6.

He will be facing you after one minute past 6.

Okay.

Yes.

Thank you, Ruana.

Yes.

She agreed.

- She agreed. - She agreed.

She agreed. She agreed.

She agreed.

She agreed.

She agreed.

She agreed.

When a beauty throws a tantrum

She looks prettier

Want to hear a joke?

Yes, bro.

If there were a world competition for sulking.

Then who would win the gold medal?

Obviously, Ruana.

How long now?

Forty minutes and we will reach there.

Have it.

No.

But isn't it your favorite?

Not anymore.

Ruana's silence humiliates us.

Since I-- I am here,

I am having sleepless nights.

Can't-- can't get peace!

It's all because of Jaggi.

All of us are here because of him.

How long?

Just five more minutes.

How long?

Three minutes.

Two minutes.

How much more?

One minute. Thirty seconds.

How much more time?

Ten seconds.

Five seconds.

How much more time?

Four seconds.

How long more?

Three seconds.

- How much more time? - A second.

How much more time?

He is here.

Ruana, Jaggi's soul has arrived.

Why?

Why?

Why?

- Why? - Why?

- Why? - Why?

- Why? - Why?

Why? Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why? Why?

Uncle, I have missed my bus, and I have to reach home.

Hop in, dear. Get in.

Thank you so much, uncle.

Get in.

Come.

Come.

Perfect.

Jaggi.

Would you-- you like some water?

Jaggi, what are you doing?

Shut up.

- Be quiet. - Jaggi, no.

- Jaggi. - What are you doing, Jaggi?

- Uncle. Please leave me, uncle! - Jaggi!

Uncle, what are you doing? Please let go of me.

Dad.

Dad.

Please leave me. Uncle.

Uncle, please. Mom.

Please leave me, uncle!

Please leave me! Mom. Dad.

Uncle, please.

Mom.

Uncle, please no! Please, uncle! Don't.

Hello, prime time news for today.

Jaggi, the main accused in the heinous crime of rape and murder

in Ruana Khanna's case,

was hanged at 6:00 a.m. today.

His four accomplices were hanged one year ago.

Finally, justice has been served to Ruana.

Ruana, I am sorry from the heart.

We raped you and ruined your life.

We shouldn't have done that.

After death, we realized the agony, a girl goes through after being raped.

Wish a rapist understood that while he is alive.

Why did we realize our mistake only after death?

Wish every man would realize it while he is alive

that a man is born because of a woman.

It is a woman who raises him up.

Man falls in love with a woman,

and marries her too.

Ruana.

And what's more surprising is,

man instead of respecting her,

plays with her honor.

Why?

Why?

Why did we realize this after our death?

Wish people with a similar mindset understood it in their life time.

That women should be respected,

not raped.

That woman is the creator.

She gives life.

That woman guides your life.

We don't have the right to ruin her life.

Rape shouldn't occur.

DISGUST

Rape shouldn't occur.

The city of Mumbai.

The city of dreams.

It has fulfilled the dream of everyone who has striven to achieve his dream.

Mumbai is quite naughty.

It troubles you a lot when you first come here.

It teases you. It makes you cry.

It makes you work so hard.

Only then does it embrace you.

Purshottam Laal Mishra. One of India's greatest actors.

Someone who made the world sit up and acknowledge him

through his art and hard work.

When he first came to Mumbai, he slept on the streets.

He did all kinds of odd jobs.

He survived on vada pav for days.

And when it was his time to shine, he gave us movies

which earned one billion consecutively.

He has worked in Golden Jubilees like The Brother-In-Law Was On The Roof

Naughty Pigeon on The Porch, Love Story Of A Ghost,

Because The Son-in-law Was Once A Son

Beat it, You punk. Acted in such golden jubilee hits.

The lifetime achievement award goes to Mr. Purshottam Laal Mishra.

I would like to tell you only one word.

Massage.

- Folks, message. - Message.

Message for you

Message for you

Audition.

I will screw you up. Dumbass.

I want to ask you something, mom.

What is my father's name?

Whose illegitimate child am I?

Sorry. Not fit the bill.

Bro!

Sir.

Sorry. Not fit the bill.

Sir.

The noise of his dreams wouldn't let him sleep.

Sorry. Not fit the bill.

Or the concern for his future.

But an artist always wakes up

with renewed hope in his eyes.

He'll be seen walking on long roads.

Even with blisters on his feet, he'll be seen smiling all the time.

The artist.

Sometimes he'll be poked fun at.

Sometimes even his own would feel he is useless.

The victim of the wheel of time. The artist.

Then the day will come when all the shortcomings become his qualities.

Every person who has ever taunted him will act like his own.

He'll forget all that bitterness and embrace everyone.

The artist.

Mother Goddess.

Haven't you tested me enough?

I don't want anything.

Wealth, money, gold. Take everything I have.

Give me a child, O Mother Goddess. Give me a child.

Who is this moron? It's me.

Sandy, get a close up on Mother Goddess.

What is the continuity of the next scene?

The next scene. This scene is...

- Sir. Hello. - Hello.

Who are you?

Sir, I am from your village Gorakhpur

- where you would get a cut. - Cut?

What cut?

I swear. The Jhakaas Barber.

He messed up your mustache. He cut the right side of the mustache.

- Oh, him? - Yes. He is so vain about it.

Are you his brother?

Don't mess up my mustache here.

These guys are violent.

No. I have come here to be an actor.

- Really? - Character artist. Like you.

Like Nawazuddin Siddiqui.

He is not a character artist anymore. He is a hero.

But he looks like a character artist.

Tiger Shroff, Hrithik Roshan and Shah Rukh Khan look like heroes.

People like us can never be heroes.

- Would you like some tea? - Yes.

- Come. - Some biscuits too, please.

Dada, get some tea and biscuits.

If anyone gives me an earful, I'll not give you guys a dime.

Tell me.

What do I say?

I am confused as to where life is going.

Wherever I go, they say I do not fit the bill.

I have heard of a hotel bill, an electricity bill, a ration bill.

This industry has this weird do not fit bill.

And after a long time, I understood that if you don't fit a character,

they say you do not fit the bill.

Absolutely.

I got the chance to audition for Ladies Kuku drawstring after much difficulty.

The director told me to improvise something on my own.

I prayed to my mom and dad. Looked into the director's eyes and said.

Kukky Drawstring, the protector of your mother and sister's honor.

The director kicked me out.

If someone gives me advice, I try to follow it.

I met a gentleman when I was struggling.

He asked me to arrange 15,000 and he'd send me to shoots every day.

I'll make sure you get 300 rupees every day.

- Is it? - I somehow arranged 15,000.

- And gave it to him. - So did he send you on the shoot?

He did. He made a part of the crowd.

The director would call me by the shirt I was wearing and not my name.

Yellow shirt. Red shirt. Come here. Come here.

I haven't come here to be a part of the crowd.

I want to be the character artist who attracts a crowd.

Like you.

A big director called me just last week.

Directly for the shoot.

He gave me five pages of dialogue. Monologue.

In Hindi. Memorize it.

I prayed to my mom and dad,

memorized it and recited it before the director.

And this is a man of God who will save you.

Very good.

Now go and make our hero memorize this line.

Actually, he doesn't speak Hindi that well.

Got it?

You'll make it big now.

Go get him to memorize it.

Scumbag.

I was furious.

Sir, when will these days of struggle end?

I have promised Gulabo.

"I will become a famous actor very soon

and ask for your hand in marriage from your father."

Sir, the people here...

make me feel like a zero.

Have tea.

Open the biscuit pack, please.

- Keep the tea here. - Yes, sir.

Okay, tell me something. Have you done an acting course or something?

Yes.

Acting is in my blood.

I have been doing plays since I can remember.

Sir, I have come up from rock bottom.

I was the ape in the ape army.

And then I was Jamavant the next year.

And Angad the next year.

And then Billu Pakoda gave me a major break.

He offered me Sita's role.

It was the turning point of my life.

It earned me a lot of fame.

You can learn the intricacies of acting from dramas. No doubt.

Yes. I joined the Shankar Shambu Drama Troupe.

He said I'd have to compromise.

I heard a lot of people have their future through compromises.

I was ready to compromise too.

But one look at my face and people would say I do not fit the bill.

Shambu sir I will have to compromise for the first time.

I was thrilled.

I said, "No problem."

Tell me. When, how or where do you want me to compromise?

I will do it.

Sir, when I went to his house,

I saw he was in female attire.

In a petticoat and blouse.

He gestured and asked me to come closer.

He asked me to untie my petticoat.

- Untie it. - Why should I take off your petticoat?

Untie it.

He came close to me and started fondling my body.

I was furious. Ahh!

I wrung his right hand and locked his left hand.

That day I understood what compromise actually is.

- It is such a dirty thing. - Stop it, Purshottam. Stop it.

Compromise.

Why should we sell our honor to earn honor?

This is so wrong.

These are the bizarre things that I have been facing for the last year.

Actually, my father wanted me to be a literature professor like him.

And I wanted to be an actor.

I told him. We had a massive argument.

But he was just not ready to listen.

I told him angrily.

"A monkey doesn't know the taste of ginger."

22nd May.

I came to Mumbai from Gorakhpur.

Mom gave me 15000.

With my mother's blessings and the 15,000 she gave me,

and with the dreams of becoming a character artist like you,

I landed here in Mumbai.

I struggled a lot.

A lot.

I never wasted money.

I would wake up late on purpose.

So that I can could save on the morning breakfast.

I would have lunch directly.

I would go anywhere people would tell me to go.

To this audition. To that audition.

And what I would get to hear?

You do not fit the bill.

Sir, when I check the message every morning,

I feel it is a message for an audition.

When the phone rings,

I desperately pray that it is a call for a shoot.

I anxiously wait for work to come my way every second.

And when I go for an audition with this hope,

and I am told I do not fit the bill,

it leaves me heartbroken.

The experience of the last six months tells me

that my dreams will never come true.

But hope tells me to wait.

But there is no fixed time limit to this wait.

I am just walking.

Just walking into a deep, dark tunnel.

Trying to rise above this mental stress that I might get lucky.

And that day arrives.

When a man studies medicine, he gets a guaranteed job after five years.

And in our field, there is no telling when you might get work.

There is no guarantee.

Will this uncertainty last for a day,

a week, a month, a year, or forever?

Have no clue.

I am just struggling along.

These days of struggle and unemployment.

These days of hopelessness and troubles.

The days of me being told "I do not fit the bill".

When will they end?

I have no clue.

I am broken.

Sir, you are a big artist.

Sir, get me some work.

I beg you. Get me some work.

- What are you doing? Get up. - I'm ruined.

Get up. Sit. Sit.

- Sit. - Get me some work, sir. Get up.

Look,

I can't be of any help.

Because only you can help yourself.

How, sir?

It's very simple. It's not difficult.

Just place your hand on your heart. Pat it.

Caress it. Show it some love.

And slowly say.

"My son, our time will come.

Our time will come.

Time will come. Time will come."

- Say it. - Time will come.

- Time will come. - Slowly. Softly.

- Time will come. - Yes.

- Time will come. - Yes.

- Time will come. - Now close your eyes.

- Now close your eyes. - Time will come.

- Time will come. - Yes.

- Time will come. - Yes.

Time will come. Time will come. Time will come.

- Time will come. - How did it feel?

It felt great.

I felt a great deal of peace.

This is how it works.

Things will happen as you feel.

If you think negatively, negative things will happen.

If you think positively, positive things will happen.

But you have to think only positively.

Smile and laugh.

You bet. You won't even realize when you reached your goal.

Do you believe in the universe?

- Yes. - Like they say.

I tried so desperately to get you

that the entire universe rallied along to unite me to you.

This happens for real.

Because the words you utter don't die

till they find their destination.

This is how it is.

And listen, don't look at your defect as a shortcoming.

This is your effective point.

Defect will be converted into effect, my friend.

Is it?

Believe in yes.

All your "Nos" will be converted into "Yes".

You won't realize when you've reached your goal.

Son, this is how it works.

- Hello. - Purshottam.

Speaking.

The director loved your audition. Congratulations.

You are selected.

Come and sign the contact tomorrow.

- The shoot starts next month. - Really?

Sir, got the chance to work in a big movie.

Didn't I tell you?

This is just the beginning, son.

There is a lot more to come.

One more thing.

Henceforth if anyone tells you that you do not fit the bill,

then tell him this.

It's okay. I do not fit the bill.

But when I fit the bill, you can't afford my bill.

COMEDY

Laughter. Making people laugh. Staying positive.

Kills all the negativity so easily.

Wow.

Well done, Mr. Purshottam. Outstanding.

Simply superb.

THE TOY

Do something that makes you happy.

Suicide is not the solution to anything.

Hello, Disha Therapy Center for women's counseling.

For you. With you. Always.

Your name?

Simran.

Please continue crying.

You find peace of mind if you cry and let it all out.

Actually, according to me, crying is a good therapy.

Madam, I can't find peace anywhere anymore.

Neither by crying nor by laughing.

Nothing can give me peace.

I guess I'll find peace only after I commit suicide.

Cowards commit suicide.

You are right. I am a coward.

I can't bear this anymore.

My husband, Vivek only thinks about

how to beat me up or how to put me down.

This is not the solution.

Do you know what he did last night?

Simran, are you okay?

Simran.

No. No, madam.

I am not okay.

REAL MEN DON'T BEAT UP WOMEN THEY STOP OTHERS FROM DOING SO

He... He...

He banged my head against the wall 20 times.

Only because I was friendly towards his friends.

After that...

After that...

What after that?

He stripped me naked

and threw me out of the house at 3:00 a.m.

I kept shivering as I had no clothes on.

I kept sobbing softly.

I kept calling out to Vivek so that our neighbors don't listen.

I tried covering my naked body with my shaking hands

and kept pleading.

Vivek, please. Please open the door.

I will not laugh...

or talk to anyone hereafter.

Please open the door.

And he...

After a good three hours, he opened the door.

And he said,

if I laughed again without reason,

I'll strip you naked along with your daughter and throw you out.

Divorce him.

In this day and age?

Tolerating domestic violence is a big crime in itself.

Suicide is not a solution.

Do not worry, but retrospect.

Be a fighter. Not a coward.

Find a solution.

If you commit suicide, the world will forget you in no time.

Do something where your daughter can be proud of you when she grows up.

Please come here for the 15-day counseling camp.

It's free. You will feel better.

Okay. Madam. I'll come.

Hello. Disha Therapy Center for women's counseling.

For you. With you. Always.

- Your name? - Rajkumari.

- Pinky. - My name's Rati.

Myself Kavita.

- Myself Ruksana. - I am Sunita.

- Hello. - Mamma.

Hello, Gungun.

- Mamma, where are we going? - Hello. Gungun.

- Mamma, tell me. - Hello.

- Where are we going? - Hello.

- Are you there? - Mamma.

- Are you listening to me? - Mamma, tell me. Where are we going?

I wonder when men will realize

that hitting a woman is not manliness.

Stopping the violence against women is manliness.

A man comes into this world through a woman.

In a sense, a woman is akin to God.

So why doesn't hitting a woman make him a sinner?

I can understand your pain all too well.

God has made us women sentimental as well as mental.

Despite all the tortures we endure, we are not able to do what we should do.

No one understands how big a thing mental torture is in a marriage.

The scars of physical torture might go away in time.

But the mental torture your husband puts you through

makes your life miserable.

And you slip into depression which makes your condition from bad to worse.

But until we dare to say stop, nothing's going to change.

If your husband slaps you,

tell him stop. That's enough. Stop.

If your husband is raping you, then say it's enough. Stop.

And if your husband is insulting you, then say it's enough. Stop.

And if your husband even thinks of hitting you, then tell him beforehand.

Enough is enough. Stop.

Enough is enough. Say stop to domestic violence.

- Vaidesh. My child. - Mamma.

- Did you get my doll? - Here's your doll.

Hemlata. Hemlata, where is the money?

I don't have. I don't have it, Peter. No.

- I don't have it. - Please.

For my sake. Where is the money?

It is the money for Vaidesh's operation.

- Hemlata, please give it to me. - Peter, come to your senses.

- Peter, come to your senses. - I want to do drugs.

I want to do drugs. Please give me the money.

Come to your senses.

- I beg you. - Have you gone mad?

- Give me the money. - Get up. Leave me.

I am in pain.

- I am suffering. I am suffering. - I don't have money.

The money is for Vaidesh.

- I want money. - Have you lost it?

I am suffering. Don't you get it? Give me the money.

- I am suffering. I am suffering. - Come to your senses.

Where is the money? Where? In the bag?

Where is the money? Where is it?

I want money. Where is the money?

- I want money. You whore. - I don't have it. No.

- Give me the money. - I don't have it.

Damn it. Where is the money?

Hello. Disha Therapy Center for women's counseling.

For you. With you. Always.

Your name?

I WANT TO BECOME BHAGAT SINGH

Come on.

I am coming. Wait up.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom. Mom.

Mom. Who is Bhagat Singh?

Finish the milk till the count of three. Then I'll tell you.

One, two, three.

Very good.

Now tell me.

Son, Bhagat was born to serve the country.

He sacrificed his life for the country.

He was born in Banga in the Lyallpur district on 27th September 1907

which is now in Pakistan.

And on 23rd March 1931,

he was hanged with his comrades Sukhdev and Rajguru.

He was a true patriot.

How did he become a true patriot?

The 1919 Jallianwala Bagh massacre

impacted Bhagat's Singh's young mind greatly.

After that incident,

all he would think of was freeing his country.

26/11. Not just Mumbai. The entire country shuddered yesterday.

Some cowards from Pakistan opened fire on innocent people randomly.

The terrorists are still wreaking havoc.

The Indian army has them surrounded.

Mom, I will grow up to be like Bhagat Singh.

Mom. Mom.

Mom. Mom.

Mom. Mom.

- Mom. - What happened?

- Mom. - Tell me. What happened?

- Mom. - Why are you so happy?

- Your son has got a job. - Really? Oh, my God.

- So what's your job? - It's a government job. Pest control.

- I have to eliminate pests. - Really?

You bet.

There will be loads of money in your account every month.

In my absence, the Indian government

- will take good care of you, mom. - Really?

Yes.

Just bless me so that I can serve the country diligently.

Make us all proud.

Let me cast away every evil eye.

May he protect you.

Mom. My mom.

MY SON DALER IS MISSING

THE INDIAN GOVERNMENT HAS MADE HIM DISAPPEAR

Hello? Is anyone listening?

Is there anyone who can understand

- a mother's pain? - What is wrong with her?

Brother, my son is missing.

My son. For the last five years.

See, sister. Do something, please.

- Please help, sister. - Have patience.

- Has everyone gone deaf? - They'll find him.

Sir, you are a senior police officer.

Find my son. Do something.

I wonder where he is. In what condition.

Please find him.

My son has been missing for so long. Find him, please.

Find my son.

Do something.

Someone help.

Has everyone gone deaf?

Yes.

We will go deaf.

If you get caught, we'll disown you.

We do not know you.

Do not worry, sir. Daler will happily sacrifice his life.

But he won't say a word against his country.

So from today, your name's not Daler.

It's Maksood Khan.

You'll be given the identity of a Pakistani resident.

And the smarter you work in Pakistan,

the more you get paid.

It means more risk you take, the more will be your salary.

Your family is our responsibility. That's a promise.

Speak up.

Speak up.

Speak up. Speak up.

You are an Indian snitch, aren't you?

- Speak up. What is your country planning? - I won't.

Why have you come here?

I'll get you talking no matter what.

Let alone the nail.

Even if you skin me alive, I'll not say a word against my country.

- Yes? - Sir.

Daler Singh is caught by the Pakistani ISI.

He has been in Pakistan for the last five years.

Sometimes as the delivery boy. Sometimes at the meat shop.

Sometimes at the barber's shop. Sometimes outside the mosque.

He has been spying on us under disguises.

- Get him talking. - Yes, sir. But...

What if Daler breaks?

- He won't. - He will break.

He would rather die than betray his country.

His punishment should be so horrifying that it sends a shiver down his spine.

He won't break.

DALER

Happy birthday, Daler.

My country is my pride

Sacrifice my life for thee

You are my glory

And my identity

Sir, Daler is not ready to talk.

Dial up the intensity of the torture.

His punishment should become a precedent for all the Indian spies.

So that no one dares to spy on

- my country again. - So you won't talk?

No.

- Daler. - My country is my identity

Come on. Get talking now.

You are my faith, you are belief

Sir, he is a real scum.

Your blood flows in my veins And my existence is your boon

Sacrifice every drop of my blood

Sir, I beat him up, but he isn't talking.

Find my son for me.

Your veil is my shelter

Raised in your lap

Mom.

Scarified himself for the country.

MISSING

Daler Singh has been missing for so long now.

But there is no word on him.

But the government is not taking accountability.

But the people are still demanding answers.

People's voice cannot be suppressed.

Say.

Long live Pakistan.

Long live India.

Long live Pakistan. Say it.

Long live India.

Say long live Pakistan.

Long live India.

Long live Pakistan.

- Water. - Sir, he wants water.

Water.

Long live India.

Here you are. Drink it. Water.

Long live Pakistan.

I won't eat. I want my Daler back.

I want my son back.

Get him back for me.

Get me my son.

Daler's mother goes on a hunger strike. She wants her son back.

Will the Indian government wake up?

Keep watching. Samachar Live.

Water.

There was filth, and rats in the jail.

The food was not proper.

So Bhagat Singh went on a hunger strike.

Mom, where did he get all that courage from?

It was the love for his country.

Sir, Daler Singh is on a hunger strike.

He hasn't eaten in 40 days.

Force the scat of Pakistanis down that slime's throat.

I told you.

He would rather die than break.

It's been 40 days.

And Daler's mother is still on her hunger strike.

Everyone knows where Daler is.

But the Indian government is not taking action.

The people want to know why.

Mom!

MISSING

Sir, Daler's mother is no more.

So sad.

Bloody this system protocol. Damn.

The human rights organization demands the reason for Daler's mother's death.

Protests and marches for Daler's mother's death

continue all over the country.

Sir, what do we do about Daler?

The death of Daler Singh's mother has ignited the whole of India.

The human rights organizations have joined in.

They will put a lot of pressure on Pakistan...

Send him to his mother tonight.

Mom, I'll grow up to be like Bhagat Singh.

Daler will sacrifice his life happily.

But he won't say a word against his country.

Sir, we got rid of him.

History has witnessed the sacrifices of a number of revolutionaries.

A number of them have been martyred.

But they are immortal.

Bhagat Singhs are born even today

who are willing to die for our country.

Mom, who was Bhagat Singh?

He was born in Banga

in the Lyallpur district on 27th September 1907.

Mom, I'll grow up to be like Bhagat Singh.

Keep this thing alive.

Keep the air informed.

Let the lamp burn bright.

The thing we sacrificed our lives for.

Always have space for that Indian flag in your hearts.

MARTYR BHAGAT SINGH

I salute all those lionhearted people who sacrificed their lives

for the protection of their country in anonymity.

Next story.

The Wheel of Time.

A poor rickshaw driver with an ailing mother.

THE WHEEL OF TIME

Oh, God! Can't you drive carefully over a bump?

Oh, God.

Yuck, will have to bear her smelly fart the entire life.

They have made my life hell.

The old hag keeps coughing the entire day.

Wasted all the earnings to treat her.

Neither is she recovering nor dying.

Serving her, she'll be here forever.

It's better I die.

My fate is cursed.

My life has been reduced to hell.

How could--

Be quiet, Pushpa.

Don't blabber.

Why? Have I said anything wrong?

It's been years since we married.

We could have had a baby.

But all the money is for her sickness.

My parents had gifted me 20 grams of gold.

But it was used to treat her.

My life is ruined.

Gosh!

- What happened? - Not another word.

Go to your mother.

It's my bad luck.

What did the doctor say?

What did the doctor say?

She needs to get operated.

What?

It will cost five lakh rupees.

Oh, God.

And how are we going to arrange that amount?

- I don't know. - Oh, God!

I'm cursed.

What do I do now?

Well...

Bloody fucker, when are you returning my money?

Sir, I'll pay you back your money.

Bloody hell, pimp for your wife.

Or sell your mother's organs.

Do whatever, but I want my money in five days

which you took for your mother's treatment.

- Bash him. - Get it?

Are you thinking the same thing too?

Come on, have this.

Sister, does Shivsundari Rawat live here?

Can I please talk to her?

She has won a lottery of one crore.

Please call her. I need her signatures.

Has she gone out? No problem.

Hold on. This is my card

with the office address.

She can claim her lottery within two days.

Please send her over. Okay.

Then I am going.

Okay.

- Why? Why did I do? - Stop it.

Be quiet.

Nothing's happened.

I know someone who can help us.

Just stay calm.

She will be alive in five hours.

Hurry up and pay me one lakh rupees.

I don't have one lakh.

Okay 70?

- I don't have. - 50?

- No, no. - 25?

- No. - How much do you have?

I have.

Hurry up and take it out.

- I just have five... - Give it to me.

Pray for Mother Goddess at Kalighat.

Do you get it?

It's been five hours,

she'll regain consciousness now.

Then we will get one crore.

One crore.

One crore.

One crore.

One crore.

Mother... is alive?

- When will you repay me? - I'll repay it soon.

She's won a lottery of one crore.

Didn't Pushpa and I kill mother yesterday?

How is she alive today?

Your mother will breathe again in five hours.

Oh God!

- Can't you drive carefully over a bump? - But how did she become alive?

Yuck, will have to bear her smelly fart the entire life.

They have made my life a hell.

- What is this happening? - All my dreams

- are shattered - I got her back in my auto-rickshaw.

Opened the door.

- Pushpa is blabbering. - The old hag keeps coughing.

- Am I reliving yesterday? - Spent all the money on her.

All that's left now are, trips to the hospital.

Be quiet, Pushpa.

- Why? Why should I? - Don't blabber.

Am I lying?

But all the money is for her treatment.

My life is ruined.

God!

- What happened? - Not another word.

Go to your mother.

My life is doomed.

What did the doctor have to say?

She needs to get operated.

It will cost five lakhs.

- Oh god. - Maybe Alam will call now.

From where will we get 5 lakh rupees? God!

Oh god.

Bloody fucker, when will you repay me?

I'll repay you.

Bloody hell, pimp for your wife.

Or sell your mother's organs.

Do whatever, but repay my money in 5 days. Get it.

Bash him.

Are you thinking the same thing?

Is anyone going to come now?

Sister, does Shivsundari Rawat live here?

She has won a lottery of 1 crore.

Why? Why? Why?

Why did I do?

Enough.

Stop it.

Nothing has happened.

I know someone.

He can help us.

- Your mother will be alive in 5 hours. - Baba.

Come on, pay me 1 lakh rupees.

I don't have 1 lakh.

How much do you have?

- 5000. - Give it to me.

Get lost.

What's happening since morning?

When will you repay me?

- I'll pay you back. - She has won a lottery of 1 crore.

Kill her. Kill her.

Why is my head bursting?

Oh god,

- can't you drive carefully over a bump? - can't you drive carefully over a bump?

- Just keep smelling her fart all day. - Keep quiet, Pushpa.

- Going on blabbering. - Am I lying?

It's been so long we are married.

- Can we have a baby? - No.

All the money is used for your mother's treatment.

My life is doomed.

- Gosh! - Oh no. over.

She needs to get operated.

It will cost five lakhs.

I don't know.

- Yes, what do you want? - Sister.

Does Shivsundari Rawat live here?

You have won a lottery of one crore.

- I'll need her signatures. - So, I will need her signature.

Just keep calm.

I know someone who can help us.

We have two days.

I don't have one lakh rupees.

- Then how much do you have? - I have...

A hundred rupees.

Go away.

She's won a lottery of one crore.

Mother.

Saved you from the bump.

- Cover your nose. - Why?

For this.

Yuck.

Why did I marry you?

It's my bad luck.

Going on treating you...

Yuck, will have to bear her smelly fart the entire life.

- Entire life! - keep coughing all day.

All the money is gone!

- My life is doomed! - Be quiet, Pushpa.

- Why are you blabbering? - Why?

Did I say anything wrong?

Give it to me. You'll cut your finger.

She needs to get operated.

- It will cost five lakhs. - And how will we get five lakhs?

From where will we get?

Not five lakhs,

we will get one crore.

- How? - From where?

Let me switch off the phone.

Alam must be calling me.

Come here, I'll tell you.

After I killed mother...

we will get money.

Oh God.

Bloody hell! He has switched off the phone.

Mother.

Shivsundari lives here.

How do you know?

- Because I have... - Mother.

- won a lottery of one crore... - Mother.

Mother.

Oh my.

Yes, that's the one.

Oh, no.

Mother.

Mother.

Mother.

Mother. Stop.

Why should I wait?

Didn't you kill your mother?

Mother.

What is it?

It was a nightmare about mother.

FEAR

Wow.

Brilliant.

Next story.

WHAT HAPPENED ON THE FIRST NIGHT?

I have laughed so much, now my stomach hurts.

If the wife wasn't there, he would strip.

Does he do that at all the weddings?

Yes.

- Enough. Enough. - Hold on.

- Do you know why I kissed your tears? - Why?

As these are your last tears in life.

I'll shower so much love on you

that you'll never ever cry again.

Hurry up and finish it.

Angana.

What are you doing? Listen!

What are you doing?

Mom, I'm done with this marriage.

Mom, I want to divorce Angana.

- Have you lost it? - Married yesterday and divorce today?

- Yes. - But why?

- I don't know. - Don't know?

What do you mean?

What happened on the wedding night?

Do they want to create a world record?

Of divorcing the next day of marriage?

I hope our son-in-law isn't impotent.

How can I ask my son

whether his gun fires or not?

- Should I give him lessons? - No, it's all in vain.

The date is fixed.

Now they will talk in front of the magistrate.

Attend if you have the time for your son's divorce.

I...

- Do you like Dhrupad? - I'm extremely fond of him.

Dhrupad, do you like Angana?

Extremely.

Then is it something about physical incapability?

No, not at all.

We had sex that night.

In fact, four times.

Very good.

So, you both are in love.

Immensely.

Then did a witch possess you?

Then why do you want a divorce?

Are you possessed?

- Please maintain the court's decorum. - Sorry, sir.

So, you both love each other.

Then exactly what went wrong on the first night?

What's your name?

Yeah, Angana.

Look, I didn't want to marry at all.

I hate this fuck-all marriage system.

Seriously?

Even I am against marriage.

- Neither did I want to marry. - What?

My mom had made me swear.

Oh, so did my mom.

Swear on me that you'll marry.

Your already 32, and growing old.

Don't you want that your single old divorcee mom--

See you married. Dear.

Do you agree?

Will you marry or not?

Or else I'll consume poison and die.

Is anyone listening? Get me poison?

Do you know?

- Go ahead. - No, your turn.

- No, you say first. - No, please go ahead.

Okay, I'll say.

I feel our tuning will be perfect.

I'm getting that feeling.

Isn't it?

Yes.

Enough. Enough.

Wait. Wait.

- Do you know why I kissed your tears? - Why?

Because these are the last tears of your life.

I'll shower you with so much love

that you'll never ever cry again.

We are about to begin our new life today.

Let's do one thing.

You can do whatever you want.

Okay. Yes.

Okay, what's your birth date?

13th September 1993.

- Why? - 13th September 1993.

I'll tell you what to do.

Let's relive our past.

Okay. Let's recall our past.

You reminisce your past, and I'll do mine.

So, we will get to know each other better.

- Nice. Let's do it. - Okay.

13th September 1993.

Yes, tell me.

Well, I was born,

and my dad had drum rolled on the streets.

He was delighted to have a daughter.

Tell me yours.

I wasn't born then.

I was born on 6th December 1994.

When I was born,

my mom was delighted to have me, but not dad.

- Why? - As dad wanted a girl instead.

Okay 1995, your turn.

As a kid,

I'd go to the bathroom a lot.

Any unforgettable incident?

Yes.

I was 8...

- and my parents had a massive fight. - All the money is spent

on her tuition fees.

- I am losing my mind. - Such a bad fight that

he banged mom's head on the wall.

Mom was bleeding.

It scared me and I fell sick.

My fever didn't subside for a month.

- What about you? - I was seven years old.

I had a dark childhood.

I have always seen my parents' fight.

I am your wife, not just anyone random.

- It's my biggest mistake. - Dare you touch me.

It's my bad luck that I married you.

My parents kept bickering too.

And I was perpetually sick.

After consulting,

the doctor scolded my parents.

Domestic violence,

has weakened his immune system.

Arguing had became a habit for them.

You don't do anything.

- They had started hating each other. - I am going crazy.

They could even kill each other.

- Dare you touch me! - What is your worth. Get lost.

Dad always respected other women,

give importance to them.

This used to hurt my mom.

And it became the reason for fights.

- Who was the woman? - Which woman?

The one you were strolling in the park with.

How does it matter?

I have often seen you with her, in restaurant, parks, theaters.

- Who is she? - So what?

- So? - I don't owe you an explanation, okay?

- Why not? I am your wife. - Stick to yourself.

What rubbish!

One day, mom got angry and left home.

My dad didn't call her for an entire year.

My confidence was nil.

I was filled with anger,

and was irritable. I was breaking things at home.

Dad would get more furious. Wonder why?

They fought the whole day and thrashed me.

My parents divorced in 2007.

They lived separately.

I felt extremely lonely.

Mom was crying constantly.

Angana, I wonder if you miss that person so much,

then why did you get divorced?

All parents attended school functions.

Only my dad never turned up.

And mom, still wore the nuptial thread even after the divorce.

My dad remarried.

Dad called after a while.

I overheard it.

Dad was telling mom...

I miss you a lot, Reshma.

I haven't able to forget you too.

Honestly after you left.

I've realized my mistake.

Let me tell you something.

Sorry, Reshma.

Sorry.

I was delighted.

I assumed that

we would be united.

Maybe dad would come back.

No.

Dad never returned.

Divorce is such a virus

that it never heals.

As there is no vaccine for ego.

Scientist are working on it,

maybe they might have breakthrough.

Well,

there is a vaccination formula for divorce and our bad childhood.

- Would you like to try? - What?

Divorce?

- Divorce? - Yes.

Divorce.

We want a divorce as our...

For our dark, anxious, scary and sad childhood.

Because of our parents.

I don't want our kids to suffer that.

We want a divorce

as our parents were on good terms with each other before the wedding.

But they started fighting after they got married.

Why?

Can a couple only live happily before the wedding?

Post wedding is it just fights and domestic violence?

Selfish parents are not able to comprehend the impact

of their fights on their kids.

And we don't want to became selfish parents in future.

So we want to get divorced.

In fact, we don't want fights, extra marital affairs.

Bickering and violence.

We even hate the word divorce.

We have a phobia.

You know, sir,

divorce isn't between a husband and a wife.

But between parents

and kids too.

Pampering before the wedding and shunning them later.

Why?

Sir.

We just want to be free from the system of marriage.

Dhrupad and me,

want to remain as the couple in love before the wedding.

Lifelong.

We just want to be in love.

As couples are in love only before the wedding.

Thus,

we want a divorce.

Did you hear that?

Your kids have made you introspect in a unique manner.

Priya, it's a wonderful day today.

Priya, I love you very much.

I Love you too.

Promise me, you will never fight with me.

I promise not to fight with you too.

And never ever in front of the kids.

Such wise words.

Yes, it impacts the minds of the children.

It makes them weird while growing.

Two love birds were present in the court today for divorce.

But the love birds in a very unique way,

defined love to us.

We should be proud of our unique thinking.

Life should have a special meaning.

Ma'am you called for me?

Are you married?

No, I will marry next year.

- Don't marry. - What?

Anyway.

Project Navras Katha Collage is on.

This project should be made, and stories should reach out to all.

Did you contact the writer?

Not yet, but I will update you.

- Keep trying. - Yup.

Brilliant.

The next one.

Hello.

When I saw your post,

I just remembered that it is your anniversary.

A very happy wedding anniversary, my dear.

It's okay. Thank you.

Where is my dearest son-in-law?

Let me wish him too.

He left for work.

But he should have taken a leave, right?

I should probably call him.

Mom, don't call now. He would be driving.

Call after an hour.

Mom, it looks like Berry left his phone at home.

I'll call you back.

Okay, dear. No issues. God bless.

- Berry. - Hell--

Berry, where are you?

I have been waiting for you an hour.

We had to go to the gynecologist at 9:00 a.m. for the abortion.

Hope you remember.

Berry, if you don't show up today as well then listen to me.

I am having this baby.

Berry, hello. Hello.

- Why aren't you talking? - Darling, I left my phone.

Berry. Hello. Hello.

Hello. Why aren't you talking?

Are you there, Berry? Hello. Hello.

Shit!

How many have you impregnated besides me?

Preeti.

Oh, my God.

Darling. Listen to me.

- Preeti. - Leave me.

- Lay off. - Let me explain.

What's going on?

I will block her number. I will never meet her again.

I will never meet her again.

- I will end it. - It's all over.

- You have ended it all. - It's all over.

It's all over.

- It's all over. - Preeti. Listen to me.

- It's all over. - Preeti.

- Damn it. - Calm down.

- Our child. - It's all over.

- I swear. - Do not swear.

Do not swear.

Do not swear falsely.

Preeti. Listen. My love...

How could you touch her?

- I... - How could you touch her?

Okay?

Preeti, calm down.

- Kill me. - Calm down.

- Kill me. Kill me. - Calm down.

- I don't want to live. - Our child. My love...

- Okay. Look, Preeti. - I don't want to live.

I don't want to live.

- I don't want to live. - Preeti, stop.

- No. Please. - Leave me.

- Calm down. Preeti. - Let go!

- Leave me. - Preeti.

Preeti.

- Preeti. - Leave me.

Preeti.

Hey...

My love, what are you doing?

Don't drink. It's not good for our child.

My love.

When did you sleep with her?

When did you sleep with her?

Talk.

Well, she had joined us at the Goa conference.

I was drunk.

I was not in my senses.

Had your sister been at the conference, would you have slept with her?

- Yes? - No. I wouldn't. I mean it...

Hello. No one is available to take your call.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Happy marriage anniversary, sister and Berry.

God bless you both.

Berry, I love you.

You are the best husband and brother-in-law in the world.

You know I always pray that I find a life partner exactly like you.

The most loyal husband in the world.

You are the one-woman man.

I am proud of you.

Happy marriage anniversary, sister and Berry.

God bless you both.

Madam, sign--

I need you to sign this.

May I come later?

Madam, sign here.

Madam.

- Come on. - Madam.

- Let's go to my bedroom. - Darling, what are you doing?

Now you just watch.

I'll sleep with any man

who comes before me right in front of your eyes.

- Watch. Watch. - Leave me, madam.

- Come on. - Let him go.

- What is wrong with you? - Come with me.

- Leave him. Darling. Go from here. - Leave.

- Watch. I'll show you. - Preeti.

Let me go.

- Darling. Darling. - Madam, what are you doing?

- Darling. - Let me go.

Leave me.

- What are you doing? Let me go. - This is how you touched her, right?

Is this how you touched her?

- Run off. - Where are you going? Stop.

Darling, what's wrong with you?

What's wrong?

What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?

You couldn't bear it, right?

You couldn't bear it when I touched someone else, right?

And you slept with some other woman. Damn you.

I made a mistake. I made a mistake, Preeti.

I was not in my senses.

I was not in my senses.

We can't help it. This is how God has created us men.

And God hasn't created us women stupid.

All your men are freaking scums.

Look, now you are crossing the limit.

You can cross the limit and I can't.

All of you are the same. Freaking scums.

You are a scum and your entire family is a scum.

You freaking pimp.

Do not abuse my family.

Do not abuse my family, you scumbag.

- Calm down or-- - Madam grabbed me.

- She scratched me on my neck. - Try to understand, Preeti!

- She was trying to molest me. - You scumbag!

You scumbag. Be quiet.

- Leave me. Quiet. - What?

- I can hear them. They are fighting. - Leave. Quiet.

I will tell the secretary.

I will quit. I don't want to do this job.

Please. I beg you.

Don't do this. We are going to have a child.

- Please. - Lay off.

Don't you dare swear by our child.

Don't you dare swear. You have crossed all limits, you scumbag.

You have crossed all limits

- Gosh! - And then you say it was a mistake.

I wasn't in my senses. What should I do? Should I die?

Should I die? I wasn't in my senses.

Had it been your mother, would you have slept with her as well?

Would you have slept with her as well?

- Don't involve my mother. Got it? - I will.

- Don't involve my mother. - Shut up, you scumbag.

- I said do not abuse my mother. - I will. I will.

- I said do not abuse my mother. - I will abuse your mother.

- I will. - I said do not abuse my mother.

I will abuse your mother. You scumbag.

You are a scumbag. You whore.

You have driven me nuts since morning.

Don't you get it? I made a mistake.

It was an accident.

I wasn't in my senses.

I didn't intend on doing it. It happened.

It was an accident.

Preeti.

Preeti,

Preeti. My darling. Preeti, open your eyes.

Preeti, open your eyes. Preeti. Preeti.

Preeti.

Preeti.

Preeti.

- My child. - She was lunging at me.

She grabbed me from the side. She just wouldn't let go.

FURY

Wrath is akin to intoxication

which a person always regrets in the end.

CHILD

Rubbish, not up to the mark at all.

It was fun today.

At elder brother-in-law's dogs' celebration party.

What nonsense!

For three hours they just discussed the new dog's shit habits.

No, Pammi. He has bought the dog from London.

That's not a joke.

But we are not dogs.

I mean, just because your brother-in-law is super rich,

we'll bear all his tantrums.

And your poor younger brother-in-law.

He is just a clerk.

So, you didn't even glance at him.

May I know why?

- I detest your double standards. - Oh, shut up.

Petty woman! Double standard!

What's wrong with him?

What's wrong with me?

Worthless. Don't you have any manners?

Don't call me a wastrel.

Shut up. Don't call me worthless!

He has no idea about literature, and want to be a film maker! A writer!

Always into social media, playing PUBG.

He can't do anything in life.

Let me teach you about hypocrisy!

No use talking to you.

If that is so, don't talk to me.

Another word and I'll ram into the bus.

Not another word.

Worthless!

What's your password?

Tell me the password. I want yesterday's celebration pics

1234.

Such a weird password. 1234.

Pammi. Please listen to me.

Please.

Please listen to me, Pammi.

Listen, Pammi.

I am very tense, Pammi.

Make me a small drink.

How do I do it?

You have drunk everything.

What the hell are you doing?

Drinking nonstop.

What do I do? I have messed up.

What happened?

Tell me about it.

Just tell me, there will bodies strewn all over Delhi.

What is my name?

- Pinky. - My name is Pinky.

Just watch it. Tell me.

- It's not that, Pinky. - What is it?

When I used my son's phone

- to check my sister's dog's party pics. - Dog's?

Yeah, my sister bought a dog from London.

When I was looking at the pictures,

my name wasn't saved while forwarding.

- Dog's? - My phone number.

I couldn't send the pictures.

My name wasn't saved.

And when I called.

Do you know under what name it was saved?

- What? - Oh God.

- Guess what was the name saved? - No, I will know when you tell me.

Please tell me.

Have you ever hidden anything from me?

Come on tell me. You have always shared everything.

My name was saved as Hmm.

- Hoon? - Hmm.

- Hmm? - Hmm.

What is this? A new slang?

No.

When someone finds you useless on WhatsApp.

And nobody gives you any importance.

- Then he writes Hmm. - Hmm.

So, I have turned into Hmm.

- Hey no. - That's what I am.

- No, you are not that. - Yes, I am.

- My friend! - You are my buddy.

By saving my name as Hmm, son has proved,

that he doesn't like me.

No, buddy.

- Where have I erred in my upbringing? - No, no.

What was my fault that he has named me Hmm?

- Please don't cry. - Am I Hmm?

Not at all.

Tell me something.

If your son saved your name as Hmm?

What would have you done?

I would have given him one tight slap.

It will sting so hard that he will change it into "papa".

- But I don't want to do that. - Then what do you want to do?

I want that my son by his own

will change the Hmm into papa.

- Change Hmm to papa. - Yes. Papa.

You want to correct the mistake.

- Hmm. - Stop this hmm.

Say yes.

Yes, Pinky. Yes.

Saving your name as Hmm means, he is deeply wounded.

We need to know the reason.

Stop doing that. Stop it.

First, you need to change yourself.

Get it. So that he is proud of you.

First, make a list of all your wrongdoings.

When, where and how you have broke his heart.

Get it?

What you keep blabbering.

You'll have to clean your own mess.

Always remember.

To change something in life,

you have to begin from yourself.

Change yourself,

then your son will be changed too.

And the Hmm in your phone will be changed to papa too.

Okay, eat it.

- Gobble up the whole thing. - Hey, no.

Come on, eat it.

First, you need to work on yourself.

So that your son would be proud of you.

He named you Hmm, so he is deeply wounded.

You have broke your son's heart.

To change something in life, you have to begin from yourself.

First, you need to work on yourself.

You have broke your son's heart.

So that your son would be proud of you.

First, make a list of all your wrongdoings.

When, where and how you have broke his heart.

My mistakes and me.

Nice title.

Thank you, read ahead.

Many a times...

Many a times, I have insulted his mom in front of him.

You belong to a pathetic family.

Have they ever respected me?

Never invited me for any weddings.

- So it's about the auspicious days. - Rubbish.

There is a limit.

He wanted to be a film maker.

I always imposed my desires on him.

What is your problem? Why are you irritated with me?

Why would I be irritated?

Make him understand, Pammi. Talking nonsense.

You couldn't be a writer, so better don't preach.

Rude boy, useless!

- I am not useless. - What's wrong with you?

- But-- - I used to burp a lot.

He didn't like it.

I would keep scratching.

He would get very irritated.

It's India Vs Pakistan today. Open the bottles, I'll join you.

I never spoke nicely to anyone.

Useless fellow, talk properly.

What's your problem?

Worthless fellow. Useless guy.

I need to improve my mistakes.

Wow.

You need a large heart to accept your mistakes.

And you are large-hearted.

I call you large-hearted.

- Thank you, bro. - Okay, we will begin

from Pammi.

Cheers.

- You are not even eating properly. - Yes, mom, I will.

- You always say that. - Pammi.

Sorry.

Papa, stop being so fake.

No, I am not faking it.

I am really sorry, Pammi.

I shouldn't have spoken to you rudely the other day.

A husband has no right to insult his wife in front of the son.

Pammi, you and he aren't useless.

But it's rather me.

Pammi, I am sorry.

I got your favorite flowers.

Please accept it.

Let me have the coconut water too.

- What's wrong? He is apologizing to you. - I want more cream.

He has never called me 'son', but he just did.

Be quiet. Talking rubbish.

Lift your legs dear.

Lift up your legs, Pammi.

A bit higher, dear.

Mom, what's this?

What the hell is this?

He hasn't burped or scratched from morning.

He is even doing the cleaning.

And not even abusing anyone.

He didn't call me worthless.

Neither did he tell me that.

Wonder what's up with him.

You look very pretty.

I love you.

I want to deck up for my beloved

Mom, why is he faking it?

Mom?

It isn't fake.

Don't jinx it.

Yeah, man. It was fun that day.

You are looking smart, sonny boy.

I thought of helping her as it's a Sunday.

MY SINCERE SWAR

So it changed from Hmm to papa?

No, Pinky.

It will be very soon. Don't worry.

"My first sexual encounter written by Swar Arora."

My son. Please sit down.

- Have you written it? - Yes.

I wrote it to submit it for the talent hunt.

Very good, brilliant.

Papa, please don't taunt.

Say it clearly if you don't like it.

No, I am not taunting you.

It's too good, Swar.

God bless, son.

Amazing concept.

God bless you.

May you succeed. Live long.

Papa, praised my script!

- Can I ask something? - Sure.

What's wrong with papa?

Why are you casting an evil eye?

Finally, after years he is paying attention to me.

Not abusing, not uttering anything.

It's all happening for the good.

So just let it be.

- All good? - Yes, all fine.

- All good. Is your son fine? - Yes, all good.

What has your son saved your name on your mobile phone?

- Papa? - Papa.

- Papa for you too? - No.

Then? It's daddy for me.

Daddy.

Daddy for you. Papa for you.

Its Hmm for me.

I have got desserts for you.

Halwa-puri!

For you, my son.

- Did you make it? - Yes, dear.

- Halwa? - Yes.

It's a special day today.

It's younger brother-in-law's birthday today.

- Please have it. It's very yummy. - What about you?

First, I'll wish him on his birthday.

Listen!

Hello, brother-in-law.

- Happy birthday to you. - Is it fake or is it real?

I don't understand. I am confused.

- Hello, Swar Arora. - Yes.

Congratulations, mate.

Your concept has been selected for our talent hunt contest.

What?

You'll have to come to Mumbai to sign the contract. Okay?

- I'll mail you the rest of the details. - Oh, my God, really?

- Yes. - Oh, yeah.

Oh, sorry. Thank you.

Welcome, see you soon.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

So has your son changed your name or is it still Hmm?

Not yet.

But I have an intuition it will happen very soon.

Yeah, he was very happy today.

- It's his 18th birthday. - Oh?

I asked him where he wanted to celebrate his party?

Uncle Pinky has a banquet hall.

Mine?

- Yeah. - Okay fine.

I've written a poem for him.

You have turned 18 today

You have turned 18 today

Cheers.

Swar. My son.

- What are you doing, papa? - I have written a poem for you.

Go away.

Come on, guys, let's dance.

Pinky, when will I get to recite the poem?

But everyone is in the dancing mood and you want to recite the poem.

Recite when you get a chance.

Pinky.

Sister-in-law.

- Pammi, I want to recite a poem. - What's wrong with you?

You can recite it at home.

Let the kids enjoy.

Come join in, let's dance.

- Happy birthday! - I have written such a nice poem.

- When will I recite? - How can they hear in such a noise?

- Are you joking? - But I have written it from my heart.

It's okay.

But he is with his friends now, he won't hear it.

Please tell him.

- Why don't you dance along with them? - I'll speak to him.

Be like a kid with the kids.

You are just too much. He will hear it.

- Please tell him. Swar. - Okay, let me talk.

- Swar. - Oh, what is it?

I have written a poem for you.

Papa, please move aside.

Papa, please go away. Don't embarrass me.

- Fine, you enjoy. - Please take papa away.

Listen, Swar.

Listen to me.

Why do you want to recite a poem?

But I have written it from my heart.

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you, Swar.

Happy birthday to you.

- Happy birthday to you. - Happy birthday to you, Swar.

Happy birthday.

Ladies and gentleman.

It's my son, Swar's birthday today.

I will recite since I have written a poem.

What happened to you buddy?

- Let's go. - Let me recite it. Everyone is gone.

Let me recite it for you.

My son turned 18 today.

It feels like yesterday.

When you were born,

our grandpa wrote 'Om' on your tongue.

And you turned 18 today.

The first word you uttered, it was mom.

Your mom was delighted.

As we felt as if we had won the world cup.

And you turned 18 today.

And it seems like yesterday.

Just like yesterday.

You were our cartoon channel.

You would be upset seeing me worried.

He would wait at the balcony.

And you turned 18 today.

You cried for toys.

Cried for the butter on the bread.

And you turned 18 today.

Saved your pocket money to gift your mom.

And you turned 18 today.

My son turned 18.

Your mother understood you all these years.

But I couldn't.

It was my mistake.

Didn't realize my mistake.

And you turned 18 today.

You turned 18 in a jiffy.

And you turned 18 today.

Papa loves you a lot.

Loves you immensely.

And you turned 18 today.

What is my fault?

- Listen. - What wrong have I done?

That you named me "Hmm".

That's not me.

- Please sit. - I am not that my son.

I am not Hmm, my son. I am your papa.

Named me Hmm.

When I dial him secretly,

- Hmm flashes on it. - Yes.

It pierces me, Pinky.

Pinches me hard.

I'm not Hmm.

I'm not Hmm.

My son.

Congratulations, we are making a film on your concept.

What?

OMG. Thank you, ma'am. Thank you.

How old are you?

17. Sorry, I just turned 18.

18. Such depth at your age.

You were able to vision such a concept.

How did it occur to you at your age?

I mean Navras Katha Collage.

You wrote a brilliant story on every emotion.

With a social message.

How did you get the idea?

Except for the last, the emotion for tranquility.

It wasn't so impactful.

But brilliant.

My story was about my first sexual encounter.

Navras Katha Collage! Whose concept is it?

I am sure your parents are very learned and rational.

But I quickly need the story of tranquility.

Okay, ma'am.

- What are you doing on my laptop? - I was--

My laptop is conked off.

I need to urgently send something.

Go back to sleep, it will take some time.

Please sleep.

Your concepts are good, but my stories are not bad either.

I was a writer too.

Don't call me worthless.

You have no idea about literature, and want to be a film maker! A writer!

You couldn't be a writer, so better don't preach.

If you want to save, then pray for him.

- Papa, please go away. - Later...

Proud of you, papa.

Surprise! How did you like it?

Papa.

The first check of my life.

Navras Katha Collage is officially selected.

It was you who wrote it.

Papa. Thank you.

My son.

- Papa I love you. - Love you too, my son.

Can I ask something from you?

Sure, go ahead.

Son, please change

- "Hmm" from your phone. - Please call from your phone.

- Call him. - My phone...

Call me.

Yes, call him.

Yes.

PAPA MY HERO

What does it say?

Say it.

My son.

- My papa is my hero. - Hero.

My papa is my hero.

My name isn't hmm.

- Obviously. - My name isn't hmm.

My son.

- Pinky. - Yes, tell me.

I am no longer Hmm.

It's not Hmm.

Swar changed my name.

Then why are you crying?

You should be happy.

He changed it to, "My papa is my hero".

Hello! I'm a hero now.

Hello, ma'am, I have got the ninth story for Navras Katha Collage.

MY DAD HMM

My Papa Hmm.

PEACE

It's the web of the nine emotions

which shields the man.

When there are nine emotions in us,

our life becomes worthy.

Navras Katha Collage.