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"Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart goes on..."

Wait, what is this, Naman?

These aren't even my lines. Okay, here they are.

"Everything finds its own place Eventually

"Like the rising sun Announcing its time of arrival

"Like the birds That toe the invisible lines

"That demarcate Their own little piece of sky

"Still they make their nests In the same trees

"To which they will eventually return

"Like the sunshine

"Aware of the courtyards On which it casts its light

"On the crop that needs it to ripen

"On the playground Waiting for its daily rendezvous

"Like the dream homes

"That are the same, but different

"For some, it is merely a roof Over one's head

"For others, it is a lush farmhouse Complete with a mango orchard

"Everyone finds something To their liking, and so will we

"Maybe in a leafy neighbourhood Flanked by mountains

"Even we, Sujan Will find our own place"

These are a few verses published today

from my poem titled "Home."

And, coincidentally, today is the day

we perform the inaugural rites for our new home.

Within the next ten months,

we have to move out of these government-assigned quarters

and into our new home.

This dream home will be home to four wide-eyed dreamers.

The first child is always the parents' favourite.

Which is why Jigyasa is the happiest here.

Come on, you guys!

But she is not happy right now

because, as usual, even on such an auspicious day,

the Joshi family is running late.

This here is Naman.

He overshot his dad's height by the time he was in seventh grade.

Just like his sister, he's punctual, devoted to his studies

the apple of his parents' eye...

NOT.

You're only allowed to drink water.

Till the holy rites are done.

Why would God get salty over me eating something sweet?

It's just a matter of two hours, child.

Eat whatever you want after it's done.

But only vegetarian.

And tell Jigyasa, if she breaks the car horn,

the money to repair it will come out of her allowance.

Of course. I'll tell her.

Discipline is Sarla Joshi's middle name.

-And this is done... -She teaches English.

Student's grades are verified twice,

and the inventory at home four times.

Vice-Principal of Sunrise Government School,

and the Principal of this house.

India versus Pakistan.

Here we go, boys! I think that's an out!

Yep, that's out.

-Are you done bathing? -Yes.

I finished a while ago. Give me five minutes.

But you left the hot water outside.

And this is me.

Umesh!

Whether Sarla's in a bad mood

or the kids are agitated,

turning anger into amusement

is a special talent of yours truly, Sujan.

Aha! Keep at it, Jigyasa.

Otherwise, Mom will never come down.

Why don't you scram?

Yes, Akshara. You're up, right?

Not just me, the whole colony is. Thanks to your horn.

By the way, nice pair of kicks you have on.

Right? Trekking shoes for the trip.

And I managed to stuff my tent into a bag. It's in the boot.

Nice one, girl.

Rishikesh might not be Spain, but this road trip will be epic.

Anyway, what about JLo, Makkhi and Neha? What's their status?

Definitely single.

Anyway, your boy Kartik's coming, right?

Hey, listen, pick me up last, directly from the plot.

We're running super late for the rites.

No kidding, sis. Those three have gone to your house.

Mummy!

-Let's go, let's go. -There she is.

Here are the holy basil leaves. Whole ones.

-Okay. -Seems like yesterday

that Sarla showed us the plot.

And it's time for the inaugural rites already.

Hey, my husband, Mr. Chamoli, had helped with the plot.

It kicked off his career in property dealership.

He brokered four room rentals.

I wouldn't exactly call it "property dealership."

Quit your yapping, all of you.

Where's the copper pot?

Here it is!

Hey, Mummy!

-Mummy! -Yes?

Can we get a move on? How much longer?

My goodness!

How can you breathe in jeans that tight?

Oh, yeah? Aren't you cold wearing sleeveless?

-Jigyasa. -Mummy, please hurry up.

-I can't miss the seminar in Shimla. -Okay, okay.

Get your papa. He's inside.

What is he up to? Papa!

Hold on. I'll just count the betel leaves.

There should be exactly 11.

Prithvi, Pujara,

Pant, Pandya, Pandey...

All five Pandavas are in form.

Why choose to field first then?

Joshi, brother, you're a poet. You're thinking from the heart.

Cricket is a cerebral sport.

Did you analyse the pitch report?

What's going on, Papa?

Nothing, child. I was just getting an update on Mr. Chamoli's health.

He has a major constipation problem.

Yes, yes, that's why I'm drinking this guava juice.

Papa, can we leave? We're already late.

Of course, I'm ready.

And your clothes?

Right, almost ready... Here we go.

Two minutes and--

There's one betel leaf missing!

Hurry up, come on!

Naman must have already reached the plot with the priest.

-All right, let's go. -Today!

Oh, no, take your time!

I'm the one wearing a yellow T-shirt, eating white momos at Rawat Momos.

You might be reminded of a certain Tiger Shroff from Baaghi 3.

Mmm... okay!

Hey, chump. This is your plate.

Oh...

I like your headlight sticker.

Hello, uncle.

Gulati... I mean is Rishabh here too?

His Highness doesn't wake up this early.

Uncle, better keep an eye on your plate.

If someone swipes a piece again, I won't give an extra piece.

Sorry, uncle. I had a momo from your plate by mistake.

Why don't you take one from mine?

It's chicken, right?

I wish, uncle. But today on this auspicious day, only paneer...

Wait...

Did you get the chicken momos?

-Chicken momo. -Chicken momo!

It's written right here. Rs. 80 per plate!

Going on and on about chicken momos.

The contractor is king.

You want house maked?

Give respect.

Owner or labourer,

everyone sits at the contractor's feet.

-Repeat? -The contractor's feet.

Yeah!

Mister!

No, I can't help you with directions!

Huh? Pappu Pathak?

Hey! It's the owners. Come on.

Time to get to work.

Hey! Namaste, madam!

I couldn't recognise you from afar.

Is that sir?

Namaste, sir!

I'm Pappu Pathak.

I'm the contractor. I'll make house.

Looks like he's busy... By the way, what does he do?

-He's a poet. -Oh, I see!

Public sector or private?

He writes poems.

Oh, sorry.

Run out! Damn, saved again...

Oh, God, we're going to be so late!

Not if I can help it! Meet Shankar.

He's going to dig the hole for the rites.

You need anything, you let him know.

He's an all-rounder labourer. Excuse me, okay?

All right, over to you.

-Good morning, teacher madam. -Good morning.

Get in the car.

I will, but where should I stow my darling duo?

I'll need some space...

Okay.

Such a heavy bag of clothes for a three-day seminar?

-They're not clothes. -Huh?

-Books! It's books! -Hey...

Hey, Mummy, can you call Naman?

-He'll definitely make us late. -He'll be there.

I told him to not to speed. Come on.

Damn you to hell!

Look what you did!

If you love speeding so much, why don't you go fly a plane?

Leave the roads for us mere mortals!

I was speeding to avoid missing the auspicious time window.

-Ask the priest. -He's telling the truth, sir.

-Telling the truth, are you? -Sir, sir!

Hold on, one minute.

Let's do this.

He'll say sorry, then you say sorry,

and it's done! A mutual settlement.

Only the police can settle this. Don't move, both of you.

The police? Sir!

He'll say sorry to you, and you can cuss at him.

Isn't that a fair deal?

Go on. Say you're sorry.

Okay. I'm sorry. Hmm?

-Hop on. -Sir!

You didn't cuss at him? We're still waiting!

I'm also sorry. Off you go. Scram!

THIS 40x60 FEET PLOT BELONGS TO SARLA JOSHI. IT'S NOT FOR SALE.

It's so dirty.

There's so much garbage.

Full toss, and it shoots out of the stadium...

Planning on getting out of the car anytime soon, Papa?

Not while its moving, child.

They're averaging over 10 runs per over.

Looks like India's going to lose today.

No, it won't.

Dhoni would never let such a thing happen.

Dhoni's long retired, my friend.

-He is? -Yeah.

Never mind then.

Never mind? You seriously didn't even know about...

Wait. Who are you, mister?

-They call me Shankar Dhoni. -Dhoni?

Whenever someone's chicken ran wild in the village,

I was the one they'd call.

I'd invoke Dhoni and just dive,

landing with the chicken in my outstretched hands.

-Really? -My track record is

an even 10 chickens, two pythons and five rabbits.

That's incredible!

And that's why the entire village calls me Shankar Dhoni!

Oh, I see.

-Mr. Dhoni? -Yes?

Would you like me to move the car to the plot?

You don't have to walk there to dig a hole.

-Yes, madam. -Like hell! Get out!

Oh, sorry, madam...

You too! I need help prepping the space for the rites.

Yes, of course. Sorry, madam.

Umesh, enough with the jokes!

-Mummy! -Yes?

If Naman doesn't get here soon, I'll have to leave the rites halfway.

-I'm calling him. -All right.

-Anytime today. -Right away!

Your phone's ringing!

Your phone! It's ringing!

This is the plot? What a ruckus.

Stay seated; I want to talk about something important.

Okay, go on?

May I talk to you as a friend?

You may.

But I will still expect full payment for my services.

I don't really believe in these things, but...

you don't think the accident had anything to do with me eating chicken?

I absolutely do.

You ate chicken on an auspicious day. What did you expect?

Can't you chant a prayer to nullify its effects?

According to sacred texts, that is not possible.

It isn't?

So... this thing about the chicken and the accident

can stay between us? That's possible, right?

Impossible, my friend!

Some outstanding striking from this batsman today.

There is no doubt--

Honestly, that's just shameless behaviour!

Who are you calling shameless?

Er... our team!

That's the third catch they've dropped this match.

I don't even feel like watching anymore.

-Good. You don't have a choice. -Huh?

-Swear on me. -Absolutely not.

You explicitly forbade me not to swear on this auspicious day.

Can you stop, Umesh--

-What happened? -What the...

What happened to the scooter? Huh? How did it happen?

It's nothing, Mummy. I just...

had a bit of a headache. Ow...

And what does your headache have to do with the broken headlight?

My head was spinning, so I lost control of the scooter. Right?

-Are you hurt? -Just a few scratches--

Oh, you're hurt too.

I forbade this poor child from eating anything in the morning.

I'm fine, Mummy! Now, how I can help... Ow...

No, my son. You just rest up.

Jigyasa will handle all of it.

-Sister, is everything ready? -Yes, it is.

I have all the items you asked for.

You won't find anything missing.

Where's the coconut?

I forgot about that, Sarla.

You had one job!

Now, what will I smash for the consecration ritual? My head?

Nothing does the job better than a coconut, though.

Without that, the rites will be incomplete.

-I'll get one in a jiffy-- -No, you won't!

If you go, you won't come back till the cricket match is over.

It's okay. Naman can get it. Off you go!

He can't; he's not feeling well!

Oh...

Jigyasa, you go. And get some juice for your poor little brother, okay?

Naman, my child, go rest in the car till she comes back.

It hurts...

Jigyasa, where are you, man?

Listen, I'm so sorry. I'm running later than expected.

Oh, Kartik had brought some pudding for you.

What do you mean "had brought"?

Did you think Makkhi would be able to resist dessert? Anyway, hurry up--

-At least listen to me-- -I have to go. Bye.

Whatever.

Uncle, one juice, please.

Fourteen...

Is the coconut shop far from here?

It's nearby; you'll get your coconut. Are you new around here?

Yes, actually. I've been here since I launched my start-up 2 months ago.

Start-up?

A start-up means a few individuals get together

to explore a unique business idea--

I know what a start-up is.

One of my ex-students has just acquired funding of 20 million.

What is your start-up about?

All religious rites available for hire, online or offline.

From baby-naming ceremonies to funeral rites, an end-to-end solution.

-I see. -For more details,

you can log on to our website.

-I see. -Oh, a website?

www.WeWillStartTheFire.com.

And next month,

we're launching our very own app.

That's great.

I'm just waiting for our inaugural rites to launch.

If you had booked an online ritual,

I would've smashed a digital coconut hours ago.

Exactly.

Could you hurry up?

Here you go.

-Jigyasa? -Oh, namaste, uncle.

Namaste. What's wrong?

Today's generation, I tell you.

They eat halwa and then hashtag it as "pudding."

I'm referring to the scooter. How did the headlight break?

It was perfectly fine when I saw it at Rawat Momos.

Don't ask. This Naman, on the way, he...

One second.

What was Naman doing at Rawat Momos?

-Is that deep enough, madam? -Yes, good.

But you'll need to fill it back afterwards.

-Okay. -What will you do in the meantime?

No problem, I'll just spend some time with Roli.

Oh, great! Does your wife work around here?

No, no. Not my wife.

My life.

Rolled tobacco.

-Oh. -Made in Ranchi.

-I see. -Yes.

-And-- -Sarla!

-The coconut's here. -The coconut's here!

Hurry up, Jigyasa! Give me the coconut.

-Here. -All right.

We also need five bricks for the consecration.

Aren't there some on the plot? There they are!

Yes, but we need them near the hole, child!

And you need to draw swastikas on them. Paint and brushes over there.

-Get to it! Quick! -Here...

Now I need you to throw these mustard seeds in all directions.

Okay.

This will rid your plot of all negative energies,

such as ghosts and vampires.

This vampire hunter is ruining my vacation.

-When will I get to Rishikesh-- -Hey, Jigyasa!

Where's my juice?

Hey, that's my juice! I'll tell Mummy.

If you want her to find out about the chicken momos,

then go ahead.

My sweet sister, the whole bottle is yours! You want more?

-Okay. Now calm your mind. -Yes.

-Focus your attention. -Hey!

Naman! Son, you aren't well!

Go rest.

Yes, Mummy. Sis said the same thing.

But since she got me that juice,

I'm feeling really fresh.

"Sis"?

-Talk about sibling love. -Yes, yes.

Let's move on.

Repeat the mantras after me.

[chanting Sanskrit mantras]

You know, it doesn't look like he learnt that shot from his coach.

Slam! Like a clap of lighting he was off--

Where are you?

I...

I got carried away

by the transcendental energy of the mantras.

-Don't lie to me. -But...

Whenever you hear rhyming words, you start to think of poetry.

-Yes! -All the time--

Look, I don't know what's going on with you two.

I have reading and naming ceremonies scheduled after this.

Sorry, sorry. Let's continue.

We'll start from the top. Focus your attention.

[chanting Sanskrit mantras]

Hurry up.

I'm sorry! You can pick me up in 45 minutes, I promise!

We left, Jiggy.

You left? What do you mean?

I've been planning this trip for three years!

I've been lugging around this heavy tent in the car.

I'm lying non-stop to my folks, and you just left--

Look, JLo wanted a holy dip in the Ganga before sunset.

I'll call you back.

Naman, Jigyasa, time for the consecration!

Listen!

Wow...

Prepare the pot for consecration.

Naman and I will place the bricks.

What... Only one side has a swastika, and it's in reverse?

Yes, I read about that one in a chapter on Hitler.

That's how they do it in Germany, so I thought--

Are we in Germany right now?

First, you eat chicken, and then you make this international swastika.

You're not taking this seriously.

Hey, let's just calm--

[speaking in Sanskrit]

Forget about Germany, and think about your motherland.

Never mind; you can't do it...

What's wrong!

Sir!

What happened?

The bricks...

Should we just throw a rug over it?

Then how will we perform the rites?

-But if it crawls out-- -No!

It's a banded racer. Non-venomous.

Then why would the priest run?

He ran then, but he's really running now.

Running?

Hey! Where are you going?

What is the point of placing snakes of silver on the bricks?

The Snake God himself has manifested at the site of consecration.

This is a sign from the King of all serpents.

You need to make good on this morning's mistake.

Only then can the rites continue.

This morning's mistake?

What mistake?

Naman, what happened this morning?

The thing is... all morning...

All morning Jigyasa has been lying to you!

She's not going to any seminar. She's going camping.

Her tent's in the boot. Check it yourself.

You snitch!

You're the actual snake, dripping with venom!

Mummy, he ate chicken momos in the morning!

Isn't that right, sir? Tell her!

Aren't you two ashamed of yourselves?

Y'all are so grown up, but--

Damn, he dropped a catch!

How could such an experienced player drop a catch like that?

Madam, let's cancel the rites today.

Please make my payment online.

I will get you 2% cashback on the blessings.

I'm off. Goodbye.

Sarla, listen...

Listen...

Who knew that eating a single chicken momo

would disrespect God this much!

You didn't disrespect God; you disrespected Mummy.

In fact, we all have.

She's been getting everything ready for the rites for the last four days.

Not for herself, but for her entire family.

Today, all we needed to do was come and stand by her for four hours.

And we couldn't even do that.

-Yes, Akshara? -We'll be there in two minutes.

No, I won't be coming camping.

-What? Why? -Because today...

Today the Joshis have their home inaugural rites.

Huh?

And it will happen.

Well done!

I told you it will happen today.

Naman, start the prayers.

Sarla will come once she sees the offering.

But how will we conduct the rites without a priest?

Boy, watch your father weave some magic.

WeWillStartTheFire.com!

Wow, Papa!

What?

-Rain? -Papa?

Save the items!

Pick this up! Cover it with the rug!

Oh, God!

What are we to do with this unseasonal rain?

Everything's going wrong today!

Now how will we do the rites?

What do you mean how? Time to put your "books" to good use!

A house isn't simply a structure Made of walls and a roof

For the ones who live in it A house is a home

For the loved ones we upset With our callousness

We must win them back With affection and sincerity

Sometimes our prayers Will lead to success

The other times Our efforts will lead the way

For photographs to capture The memories of a lifetime

We must first make them Memorable together

A house isn't simply a structure Made of walls and a roof

For the ones who live in it A house is a home

And with that, the home inaugural rites are complete.

Now quickly get the layout designed, Sarla.

What do you mean "get it designed"?

I told you to have Mr. Shastri do it.

Oh, I... Yes, I forgot about that...

Oh, God! Umesh! You...

Mrs. Chamoli, could he read my palm?

Mine too.

Let's not disturb Uncle's focus. Later.

Okay, so,

for bringing peace and prosperity to the house,

the shrine must face the east.

Imagine this: it's 6:10 a.m. and the birds start to chirp.

Sunrise follows at 6:11 a.m.,

and, exactly at 6:12 a.m., the first rays of sunlight

will light up the main door of your house. Boom!

This is the floor plan of your house.

-All hail the Goddess! -All hail the Goddess.

Didn't I tell you? Uncle doesn't design a house;

-he weaves it. -Yes.

He's been "weaving" the same house for the last 48 years.

One second.

I don't see my separate bathroom in this floor plan?

Look, the thing is, if you want a separate bathroom for the girl,

then the study needs to go.

No, the study is crucial for the both of us.

And then where would we put the other table anyway?

No, that won't do at all.

She needs to read, and I need to write.

If there's only one table, all we'll do is fight.

Bravo, Mr. Poet!

No, you need a study.

T.G.T. Mudita, that primary teacher,

always holds prayer meetings in her huge study and lords it over us.

If the vice-principal's new study doesn't come with bragging rights,

what is the point of building a new house?

That's right.

No, the study's not going anywhere.

But, Mummy, you promised me a separate bathroom.

Child, why do you have a problem with a common bathroom?

My problem isn't with a common bathroom. It's with Naman.

Hey! If you have a problem with me, go find another brother.

What does the bathroom have to do with it?

A lot. I use the iron rod to heat up the water in the morning.

But you use it all up.

And you leave the bathroom as filthy as a railway station toilet.

So, clean it and then use it.

Sorry that my pee doesn't smell like roses.

-Good point. -Oh, please.

You can't afford to speak.

Didn't you have an upset tummy at 2:00 a.m. last night?

Do you realise how thin the bathroom walls are?

I could note down the entire proceedings step-by-step if you want.

Jigyasa!

That's why I want a separate bathroom.

And I want a gym.

-A gym? -Yes.

There's no place in the floor plan for useless things.

If Tiger Shroff's mom had said that,

then every other gym wouldn't have his posters

plastered across its walls.

How about I plaster my hand to your cheek?

Naman, my boy. Gyms are only for bodies

that show some potential.

Oh, and you show great potential for architecture, is it?

Joshi, tell your son to shut up.

Mummy, did you even check his college degree?

Are you sure he's an architect and not an astrologer?

This 16-year-old boy

is asking me, Shastri Prajapati Pant,

someone with 48 years of experience, for his degree?

Mr. Shastri--

This is why I don't work with government employees!

Uncle...

He wants a gym. She wants a bathroom.

How about a swimming pool too!

Do you expect me to build a palace on your tiny little plot?

Thing is this floor plan is the best I can do.

Use it if you like, or else tear it up and throw it away.

But please hand over the pending payment to my nephew.

-I'm off. -Uncle, please!

Uncle, wait!

Look at the mess you made.

Uncle!

"Architect."

Mr. Poet.

If you want to make the foundation in time,

we'll need the floor plan in three days.

Or Rs. 8,000 will go down the drain every day.

Papa, who's this new architect of yours, by the way,

because of whom I had to miss my class?

The great poet Shashi-Sun Dehradunvi...

-Huh? -His son.

And who is this Mr. Dehradunvi?

You know, Shashi! He was the one who got me my first poetry break.

I have always wondered how I'd be able to repay him.

So, today I will give his son a break.

And now he will wonder how he can repay me.

Papa, I hope he's a modern architect. A contemporary.

He's carrying Shashi's DNA.

He'll be timeless, just like his father.

A fusion of 14th-century Mughal architecture

and 18th-century European motifs.

Your house will look like the Taj Mahal from afar

and like the White House up close.

And the interior will resemble the luxurious Ambani abode, Antilla.

Whoa!

I used to dream of being born in the Ambani family.

And today...

These yellow walls and blue curtains complement each other so well.

Prithviraj Chauhan's palace had the same colour scheme.

No, I'm serious.

-But, Mister... -Sonu Suman.

-Dehradunvi. -Okay, whatever.

You're sure that the study, bathroom and gym will fit?

Of course.

But the previous architect said it was simply not possible.

Maybe it isn't possible for an architect.

But artist Sonu got his degree at MIT.

MIT!

Motihaari Institute of Technology.

In fact, our college doesn't produce architects but artists.

An artist's only limitation is his imagination.

Wow!

It seems Shashi has the Midas touch.

First, he gave the country an excellent poet,

and now an excellent architect!

Sorry, I meant an artist.

Okay, his art may not have limitations, but our plot does.

How will all three things fit?

They will absolutely fit, Miss...

Jigyasa.

They will absolutely fit, Ms. Jigyasa.

Just that there will be differences in size.

-It is said... -Of course!

You can't always get What you want

You might get A fancy five-star commode

But not the bidet you can afford

-Three... -Come on, give me two more!

Two!

Come on, last one!

One..

Okay, three. Done for today. Your turn.

In a few days, we'll work out in an actual gym.

But, if the gym is small, how will we do group workouts?

Group workouts?

But it's just the two of us, Gulati.

But with a bigger gym, Latika, Esha and Divya will join us too.

Divya?

But she doesn't even know my name.

She will, and she might take on your last name too.

Just figure out how to make the gym bigger.

Three...

A bathroom is a basic human right.

If we can't design the house according to our specifications,

then why are we building it?

I mean we could've just bought an apartment!

-What's wrong? -Let's take a drinks break.

Whoever this Sonu is, he's from MIT, right?

Yeah, maybe.

I know some MIT boys pretty well. You remember Chetan?

The guy who got your name tattooed after the second date?

The same one.

I have a brilliant solution.

-But you won't do it. -You're wrong, sister.

I'll do anything for my bathroom. Tell me what you're thinking.

Wear your hair down.

This is your work, isn't it?

Oh, yes.

They're a few verses from my next epic.

Hand it over.

Hey, these are my students' answer sheets!

When the Goddess of inspiration whispers in my ear,

I have to commit it to paper right at that moment, Sarla.

I mean, the dining table is but an extension of your staff room.

We've never had a single dinner on it.

Always covered in notebooks, report cards, answer sheets...

Where am I supposed to find a blank page?

This is why the new house needs a really big study.

Preach, Sarla, preach.

We'll need to convince the kids somehow.

Some convincing has to happen, but not to the kids.

-Oh! -Yes!

12 inches.

Got it!

Hi.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

First, she kills me and then asks me how I am.

-Hey, isn't this-- -The Yamuna Expressway.

-Coffee. -Thank you.

What's the Eiffel Tower doing in the middle of the expressway?

Surrealism.

I like creating difficult designs.

Wow! Very impressive.

Sonu, since you have so much experience with difficult designs,

building a big bathroom for me will be easy-peasy, right?

Shouldn't be a problem,

but a small gym will give you the same results.

When all the world sleeps at night, Tiger sweats it out in the gym.

The gym is a man's second home.

And how can a home be small, my dear Sonu?

If his mother's delicious cooking doesn't nourish him,

then I highly doubt a gym would help him get big like Tiger Shroff.

Sarla, put some more. Don't hold back on the buttering.

Of course. Here you go, son.

Anyway, Sonu...

Once I retire, I want to read Tagore and Tolstoy at my leisure.

And I want to write revolutionary poetry like Dinkar and Nirala.

But, so far, I've never had a place to sit and write.

Yes!

No self-respecting poet would ever "sit and write."

They all write standing. Look at any of Kumar Vishwas' videos.

-A bathtub? -Yes, a bathtub.

Every girl has a dream,

that she may lie in a foamy bathtub, with froth flying everywhere.

From Pooja Bhatt to Alia Bhatt,

they've all luxuriated in bathtubs.

When will my time come?

Do you think he's always written as badly as he does?

I mean... the poet inside him has no place to come out.

Sarla, if only there was a good study in the house,

I'd have won a Jnanpith Award by now.

Look, I'm on the cusp of adulthood.

I'm a young woman; I need to start wearing make-up.

You tell me.

On the dining table, in the common room,

next to a bottle of coconut oil...

is that any place for my Bobbi Brown concealer?

Hmm?

These parathas taste just like Mummy's.

Where was I?

On the cusp of adulthood...

Yes! And that's why I need a separate bathroom.

A school of 2,000 students runs on four toilets,

three urinals and one water hydrant.

Yeah.

Why does Jigyasa need a big bathroom to cavort around in?

No, Sarla, you're absolutely right.

One bathroom is more than enough for four people.

Yes.

Read the Clean India Mission report and see for yourself.

I have read the whole thing myself.

How much Tagore and Tolstoy will they read?

Is there anything left?

Everyone knows nobody really reads after college.

If she didn't finish her college reading,

why are we being punished?

I don't have two children anymore. I have three.

You won't disappoint your mummy from Dehradun, will you, son?

And your new dad as well.

Come on then.

Wow!

You hold that pencil so well.

The next time I want to apply the eyeliner, I'm coming to you.

If you have any doubts regarding the bathroom,

call me.

-Sarla, could you pass the pickle? -Yes.

Sarla, look, I have decided.

"Satisfaction with what is given."

Whatever floor plan Sonu designs, I'm going to approve it.

Sonu who?

The person who's designing the floor plan of our house.

Oh...

The same person we met yesterday?

Yes.

He seemed like a clever one.

I think we should go with whatever he recommends.

-Exactly. -Yes.

You absolutely should. My brother Sonu is so clever.

"Brother"?

Since when is he your brother?

He is older, so he's like an older brother.

Out of respect, Papa. Our values, you see.

One minute. Why do you have eyeliner on?

Eyeliner? Where? I don't.

Okay, so what if I have?

Modern women dress for themselves. Not to impress anyone, okay?

And I'm going to sleep with it on. What will you do?

I'm going to get this morning's leftover parathas.

-He finished them. -Who?

All 12 parathas?

Yes, that's why he isn't very hungry.

Yes, I was simply overeating.

Great. That means we will have to listen to

the potty podcast again tonight.

-Here you go, son. -Thank you, Mummy.

That's enough, Mummy. The samosa's fully green now.

My son, you have made the floor plan so quickly

that you green-lit our whole house.

Have you... seen the floor plan?

Nope. As soon as Sonu called, I went out for snacks.

Jigyasa's bathroom found a place in the floor plan, right?

Yep!

-And Naman's gym? -Yep!

It's there!

And our study?

It's in there too.

Thank God!

-There are many other things. -Really?

-There's parking in the living room. -Wow.

The sewer line empties into the bedroom.

Sewer line?

And the cherry on top, no stairs to go to the first floor.

What is this maze you've created?

What?

Instead of a flight, we'll use portable stairs.

We'll do what?

Portable stairs.

It will save on both, space and cement.

Son, if space was an issue,

why are there six fountains placed at the entrance?

Daddy, the entry is inspired by the House of Parliament.

And why is my gym beneath the ground?

It's an underground gym, bro.

And why does my bathroom have two doors?

Because one of them opens to a tunnel that leads to the gym.

And what is this giant "H" in the backyard supposed to be?

That's for the helipad, Mummy.

Now whether you want to go to Bali for a vacation

or to Badrinath for devotion,

you can take off from your backyard itself.

Buddy, Shashi's progeny turned out to be a dud.

Now who will make your floor plan, Joshi?

We'll need to find another architect.

It's not as easy as you think.

You hired the previous ones thanks to your network.

You'll need at least a week to find a good one.

The labourers will sit idle.

We'll bleed Rs. 8,000 a day.

Why don't you take this money back? I'll speak to Uncle.

-No, no. -Please!

Not at all. Mr. Shastri asked for his money.

-Yes. -So, it's okay.

Don't take these old farts so seriously.

Don't call him that. He's an elderly gentleman.

If you expend that much respect on the elderly,

you'll spend your whole life chewing on guavas, like me.

But you like guavas, right?

Far from true. It's mangoes I love.

-Really? -It was my mother's demand

to plant only guava trees in the garden.

Barely two harvests in and she was gone.

And I've been stuck eating guavas for 25 years since.

And every time a seed gets stuck in my teeth,

-I curse her. -Damn.

I saw in a WhatsApp forward recently

that they have seedless guavas in France now.

-What? -Yep.

If guavas don't have seeds, how will they pollinate?

Yep! That's what. Huh...

Naman!

Get out! You've been playing games for an hour!

What is it?

Gulati, he's trapped! Aim at him!

Hold on, I'll do it myself.

Could you learn how to aim in real life too?

Useless.

I completely forgot that

I won't have to deal with report cards and answer sheets anymore.

Hmm?

After retirement, answer sheets, homework, report cards...

I won't have to deal with any of it.

Even if I end up taking four-five private tuition classes,

I can manage all that on the dining table.

Hmm.

And students can eat snacks too.

And, as far as books go, just look here.

I only read when it's bedtime.

That's true.

So, did this Mr. Tolstoy only write bedtime stories?

Oh, Umesh!

No...

I don't think a study is of that much use.

We can manage without it, right?

Actually, I have no problem. My kind of talent

can manage just fine writing on the toilet even.

But...

having a small library inside a small study

has been a dream of yours since before you became vice-principal.

Now tell me what's really going on in your head.

How many more years do we have in us, you think?

I can't give you an exact number,

but I know I'll live five-six years longer than you.

Don't glare at me! It's just that you stress a lot.

I don't want our kids to remember us the way Chamoli remembers his mother.

My goddess, just say what it is that you want.

For the sake of our guavas,

I don't want our kids to miss out on mangoes.

Mr. Shastri made you bend over backwards,

but at least he gave us the floor plan in a jiffy.

A jiffy? All he had to do was replace the study with a gym and a bathroom.

Poor Mr. Chamoli.

All his life he has had to contend with curmudgeonly family members.

Wait, who told them to start digging?

-Hold on, pull over. -One minute.

What the...

-Mr. Pappu! -Hey there!

Didn't you say they couldn't start digging till the floor plan was ready?

They started digging only after we got the floor plan, Mr. Poet.

But we have the floor plan with us!

The god of justice is generous beyond compare.

Yesterday we didn't even have one plan, and today we have a pair.

Hold on! Did I just make a poem?

But who gave you the floor plan?

We did.

The same one that the ancient Mr. Shastri made in the first place.

But what about your gym and bathroom?

Sis explained to me that girls don't like bulky; they like lean.

So, I've decided to join group yoga.

And Naman has vowed to clean our bathroom every other day.

-Huh? -Yeah.

Yeah.

Such a drastic change overnight?

I told you the bathroom walls are really thin.

In the new house, the dining table will be used only for dinner.

Come here.

What is it?

What is it, she asks.

You couldn't have done this earlier? Could've saved me a lot of bending.

-Mr. Pappu? -Yes?

Make sure the foundation is deep.

If the kids want to add an extra floor someday,

the base should be strong enough to take the extra weight.

Okay, Mr. Poet.

Boys, go deeper!

What do you do When you reach a crossroads

And you want to go one way But your people want to go the other?

What do you do When, for breakfast,

You want to eat mangoes But your family wants guavas?

What do you do When you need to go to work

But a loved one used up All the hot water?

In this entanglement of dilemmas

Just keep one thing mind

If you cannot understand The ones you call your own

The heart can grow distant

Whether you are building a house Or carrying on a relationship

A deep foundation is important

Jigyasa, your phone!

Jigyasa... Oh, dear. It won't stop ringing.

♪ Some call me crazy ♪

♪ Some think I'm a maniac ♪

Sonu?

Mummy?

Marvellous!

Sarla, these walls are solid, just like our family.

Always ready to support one another.

Papa, why do you always resort to such histrionics?

Resort to what?

Oh, looks like that family support might come in handy.

-What's wrong? -Mummy's calling.

Oh! Mr. Pappu, you called? Be right there!

Hey!

Er... Mummy, I just remembered.

I wanted to show Akshara my room. Yes, Akshara, go on?

Can you hear me?

There he is, my darling son!

Your grandma's calling. Let's talk to her, okay?

-Yes... -Look--

Right away, Papa!

Hey! Naman!

God be with you, Mummy.

It's Monday. You should be saying, "Praise be."

Praise be, Mummy.

Praise be.

And why are you doing a headstand?

You're holding the phone upside down.

I see. I'm holding it wrong.

Your teacherly ways only work in school.

Come on. Turn your phone around.

Of course. Here you are.

Atta girl.

All right. Now give me a tour of your house.

Let me see if it's up to the mark.

Uh, sure...

This room here is our living room,

-and this is the bathroom. -And look at this.

Finally, next to my medals, a 55-inch smart TV,

on which I will secretly watch, in 4K,

-the news. -Wow, Jigyasa.

You'll have a room of your own and a private life too.

Privacy from Naman mainly,

which is the reason behind this thick wall.

My younger brother takes my phone and swipes right on all the creeps.

And then I have to chat with them.

So annoying.

All these unplanned second children are like that.

Take Naman, for example.

He puts his ears to the wall to eavesdrop on my conversations.

That's why I go up to the roof to talk to Kartik.

The other day, he sent me a heart emoji with a thank you.

Shh!

-What's wrong? -Look behind you.

You jerk! Do you think you're some hotshot detective?

Hey, are you crazy!

Haven't you started curing the walls yet?

-Oh, Ma... -They will all crumble!

There. They're already crumbling.

Book my ticket. I'm coming.

No, Mummy! The walls aren't crumbling.

I'll make sure the curing is done.

Now, look, this is the bathroom,

this is the entrance to the living room,

-and this is the kitchen. -Hold on.

What is that show of vulgarity all about?

That's not vulgarity; that's Umesh.

I know it's Umesh. I was asking about the bromance.

Mr. Pappu and Umesh are eating buns.

"Mr. Pappu?" Call him what he is, the contractor.

If you get too friendly and start to trust him,

next thing you know he's ripping you off

and selling the material to someone else.

You think everyone from the maid to the milkman is out to get you.

-That's not how it works. -That's the excuse you gave me

when you refused to eat the herbal mix during your pregnancy.

Look what happened. Compare your sisters' kids to yours.

What's wrong with my kids?

-You jerk! Die! -Mummy!

Hey, Sarla, listen...

Mr. Pappu needs some more money for the cement.

What's it going to be, cash or wire?

Cash, probably.

If there's any change, get a popsicle for your little one.

All right then.

Why stop at "a popsicle for the little one"?

We could've sprung for a silk saree for his wife too.

Oh, yes, I completely forgot Rekha.

Hey!

Do you have to get so familiar with everyone?

And then I have to deal with the consequences.

Here, shove yourself inside my phone!

Move over, fatso!

Shut up! Pin-drop silence!

You both will do the water curing tomorrow onwards. Every day.

I'm not crawling anywhere with her.

Not crawling, curing!

Hosing the walls down with water. Useless.

Curing? Why would we do that?

What have we hired them for?

The chances of your wedding this year are pretty good.

-Are you serious? -Put it there!

Leave your walls to outsiders, and they can shrink.

They don't last.

Close the door.

You messed it up again!

I could've compiled two sets of code by now.

I was fine with chatting.

Why did you have to set up this damn date?

If you can run all my codes,

then I can run your love life, yes?

Fine, but is this make-up necessary?

Do you like Kartik?

A code runs with the right syntax, correct?

Why do you feel the need to format it neatly?

As in? It's basic hygiene.

Exactly! Make-up is the basic hygiene of dating.

Oh!

I see. Go on?

One second.

Why did you use this analogy for Kartik?

Because I love watching you blush.

Had your fun? Can we focus now?

Why don't you wear the dress I wore at the farewell party--

One minute, shh...

You snaggle-toothed jerk!

You were spying on me again!

Spying for what?

I was waiting to bathe. Come on, move!

You need to learn your lesson. One second.

Mummy!

"Educational content." So?

Why are you showing this to me?

You're right, Mummy. Why would you need to look at my notes?

Mummy, keep clicking. You'll find something eventually.

Okay...

"Biology notes." So?

Correct! So?

Should I not be studying or compiling notes?

How would it look if Vice-Principal Sarla's Joshi's son failed in class?

No, my darling son!

Mummy, you don't know what your darling son is up to.

But you're about to.

Keep going.

Mummy, the milk is boiling over!

"Ma'am Mia."

-A new teacher? -Yes, Mummy, an award-winning one.

You haven't heard of her? Keep going.

Don't open that folder, Mummy! Don't!

It... has Gulati's naked pictures! Don't open the folder!

Prawn?

-Jigyasa. -Mummy?

Change the password immediately.

-Okay. -And then tell me

who has the largest shoe size in this house!

-Who? -It wasn't me! It was Gulati!

Did you think a house simply builds itself?

You have to watch it like a hawk!

Yes, Mummy.

Dearest mom-in-law, if we sit around the plot like hawks,

how would we get any work done?

Point the camera towards him, please.

Watching videos on your phone while laying on the couch all day

is not "work."

Regardless of what you both say,

Mr. Pappu's heart is pure.

Aww. They seem to have gotten awfully close.

But you should beware, Sarla. Keep him on a short leash.

Every brick must be accounted for.

148...

150...

-Madam! -152...

Are you going to count them all?

Indeed. 154, 156, 158...

-Try JIGYASAROCKS. -Why?

That's probably how she felt after she got you beaten up.

Try it.

Naman, Jigyasa, curing time.

"Management, e-banking services, standard booking..."

Naman.

You stay; I'll go do it.

Damn it.

How many more left?

That's it. Didn't we say four?

Here's your bill.

-Thank you. -One minute.

What is this here?

-Try GODISGREAT. -What?

She has exams coming up.

Maybe she's praying for luck. Try it.

Naman, Jigyasa, curing time!

"Mode of transport: rail transport, water transport,

"air transport. Transport in--"

Hey, Naman. I'll take care of it today as well. Okay?

You can go next week. Okay, bro? You're welcome.

Oh, no, I'm so late--

Oh! You're leaving at 4 o'clock?

I'm going to take a piss. In the public bathroom.

Can I go to the toilet, ma'am?

"May I go to the toilet?"

-Hey, Naman-- -You're going this week too,

and I can go next week onwards. Correct?

Y-yes... Useless.

-I got it! -What?

USELESSNAMAN!

Take it easy, guys. Ma'am's in school today.

I can't see properly, Shankar!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

This is too much!

I'm still standing here because we are friends.

Else, I would not have endured such humiliation--

Mr. Pappu!

She inherited her distrustful nature from her mother.

What can I do?

When I leave the room to go pee at night,

she thinks I've gone to raid the fridge for ice cream.

I swear!

For the sake of our friendship, please don't take it personally.

I will talk to Sarla.

This is… This is too much.

We don't even have a back-up, man.

Now, how will I reunite with my poor Mia?

Naman, Jigyasa, curing time!

Pick up that book.

Hello, sister. You look nice.

Ha-ha. Your book's upside down.

Loser.

LOSERNAMAN.

Who puts on perfume, make-up

and a summer dress

to hose down walls with water?

What's it to us!

At least I am rid of shitty curing chores.

Got it.

I know how to get Ma'am Mia out of jail.

Come with me.

What a pair these two make!

Brilliant batting.

Kohli's shot marks the 50-run partnership...

No one can break up Chiku and the Hitman!

Absolutely right.

-Some more green chutney, please. -Yes.

Showing a keen presence of mind...

Mr. Pappu!

-Mr. Pappu is here. -Yes.

-Make one for him too. -Of course.

With extra filling and extra butter.

Sure.

-With extra betel nut, yes? -Yes, sir.

Yes.

I could only pick up four sacks of cement from the Joshi plot.

I'll pick up the rest later.

You will get your material, don't worry.

Just keep my share ready.

So, my dear son-in-law? Has your relationship gone sour?

Just think, the man who commits such daylight robbery,

what could he be up to in the dark of the night?

Hmm.

I'm going to teach this Pappu a lesson.

Wait.

If you want to catch him red-handed,

why give him a chance to wash his hands?

When he comes to the plot to steal cement at night,

you can catch him in the act then.

Yes.

Like Caesar, I was betrayed by my own.

A stranger could never inflict such pain.

A few sacks of cement was all it took

for the love I freely give to be flushed down the drain.

Mr. Pappu, goodbye.

Why is she over here,

cramming instead of curing?

That's a menu. People don't come to this cafe to study.

Who would date that fatso?

Another fatso.

Look.

Oh, boy!

Instead of spraying water on walls,

she's painting the town red!

-I have to tell Mummy. -Hey!

If you tell your mother, how will we get away with blackmail?

And what about my family's honour?

You pick.

Either your family's honour...

or Ma'am Mia.

I told you we'd get the password.

Not just the password.

Guess who's going to do my Math homework too?

Just yours? Mine too. Yes.

Well, it's my computer,

my sister,

I was the one that took a beating. What did you do?

I brought the binoculars.

It was such an expensive pair of binoculars.

I used to sit in the staff room

and keep an eye on the students of 8B.

And you lost them.

We don't need them though. We can see everything in full HD.

Anyway, it's Wednesday.

Mr. Pappu will go to the cinema with Rekha.

He won't come today.

He will definitely come.

We received 30 sacks of cement today.

The smell of new cement will pull him towards us.

What... is your plan, exactly?

Did you think I'd let us starve?

I packed some dinner for us too. It's in the backseat.

Naman doesn't have any desire to shed blood.

Give me the password to the computer and this secret...

shall remain a secret.

Naman doesn't have any desire to shed blood. Nah!

Naman doesn't have any desire to shed blood...

Naman doesn't have any desire...

The food, the apples,

the mosquitoes, the match... it's all finished.

You don't want to play Ludo.

Then can I go to sleep?

We need to stay alert!

We wouldn't be in this situation

if you hadn't gotten overly friendly with "Mr. Pappu."

I knew it from the beginning

that this man would lead us down the garden path he was building.

I caught 40 students cheating in the last exam.

I can identify the cheating types on sight.

You fell asleep?

We have to stay alert!

But why was she crying?

I don't know, dude. She never cries.

She's locked herself in the bathroom since she arrived.

Well, why don't you put your ear to the wall

and get to the bottom of it?

No, man. It doesn't feel right.

Hey, there are no secrets between siblings.

Go listen in. Go on.

♪ This evening Is stunned into submission ♪

♪ Why is there so much hurt here? ♪

♪ Happiness seems Like it is far, far away ♪

♪ How could you explain this To a stranger? ♪

Hey! Get up! Wake up!

No, I won't go on stage.

-Huh? -What's wrong?

Wake up. I told you he would come. Look.

-Let's go. -Come on.

Good morning, Pappu.

Good morning!

Mr. Poet, ma'am, what are you both doing here at the crack of dawn?

We could ask you the same question,

Pappu the contractor.

Meaning?

-I don't get? -You will.

First, tell us where you were last evening.

At the plot?

Really?

So, you didn't go to Prince paan shop to get your fix at exactly 5:30 p.m.?

It's possible.

I go for paan five times a day,

but I don't really keep track of the time.

And did you come straight to the plot right after?

Oh.

I understand now.

So, I shouldn't be taking breaks? Is that what you want?

I get that you are an English teacher,

but you can't subjugate me like the English did us!

Stop beating around the bush, Pappu.

Do you want to say anything?

Hmm. Mr. Papp...

Pappu, I'm really disappointed in you.

For some money,

you betrayed your Mr. Poet?

Mr. Poet?

You too?

Umesh saw you taking four sacks of cement from the plot yesterday.

What else have you smuggled from here?

Look, Mr. Pappu, just be honest with us.

I promise you that we will not escalate this to the police.

Why not?

Okay.

Come inside with me. Come on.

Count them yourself.

I took four sacks of cement away

and replaced them in under two hours myself.

And I do this every week.

Taking the low-quality cement back,

and bringing the high-quality replacements back to the plot.

As your contractor, it is my job to protect you from fraud.

Oh!

Your dialogue delivery would make even Shakespeare feel shy.

Who is this Shakespeare Shy?

If he is as innocent as he claims to be,

did he come to the plot at dawn to meditate?

Yes, Mummy?

Both of you come to the plot right now.

This early in the morning? Why?

It's a surprise, my darling son.

-Get over here. -Huh?

There they are, the devil and the demon.

I hope I didn't ruin your sleep,

my dear angels?

You did, Mummy, a little bit.

Tired from all the curing you do every day, right, my son?

How is that going, by the way?

The curing...

is going well, Mummy.

Very much on track. Right, Naman?

Absolutely, it's going great!

Sometimes I take a shower under the hose myself.

Just like living in the rustic outdoors!

Tell me the truth!

Mummy, I haven't showered in four days!

Every morning at dawn, Mr. Pappu comes to the plot.

Ruining his own sleep. Why?

Why?

To do the curing, because no one else comes to do it at all!

Mummy, it's not Naman's fault.

-Only I'm to blame. -What do you mean?

Meaning, instead of doing the curing, I was going every day

to a cafe to...

To what?

To a cafe, Mummy--

She does research work with Akshara.

Huh? What?

Jigyasa...

is teaching Akshara how to code,

so I was the one who volunteered to do the curing.

And then... I got bored one day, so...

Give me one of your slippers, Umesh!

They are brand new, Sarla, please.

Okay, get me a spade then!

Papa, give her the slipper, please!

-Slippe-- -Let it go, please; he's a kid.

Don't you dare set foot in the house unless you've done any curing today!

Okay? Get out of here!

Let's go.

Papa, you guys carry on. I...

Your ear's busted now.

The thick wall is up too.

Now how will you get all your clues, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Sorry, man.

I won't do it again.

And don't worry.

Your cafe secret will stay one.

We were only dating for two weeks. I took it a little too seriously.

He was more interested in his bike over me.

This was going to happen eventually.

Just tell me his name, sis.

Gulati and I will go rough him up!

Are you mad? Let it go.

Anyway, whatever happened, it was for the best.

And thank you.

For last night.

I really needed that alone time.

"Prawn masala"?

Password.

Why are you laughing?

I'm just wondering where Mummy...

orders seafood from.

Prawn Hub?

Hey, watch it.

Sorry, did you fall?

What if I had fallen?

Anyway, you're going to do the curing from now on, right?

Says who?

You can't take your eyes off a wall

There is certainly something About it

It signals the beginning Of this journey

Of building a home From the ground up

A wall knows all your secrets

It hears all But doesn't say a word

It divides the house Into many parts

But it turns invisible In a home that's filled with love

It gives you full permission...

GO STUDY

...To live your life as you see fit

In exchange for a few days Of toiling and curing

It protects you every day Come sun or rain

Sometimes the wall is a friend Or a grandfatherly figure

But always someone you can count on

It captures cherished memories

And some secrets it keeps to itself

Joyous moments, hilarious pranks Benign protestations

It can accommodate every scenario

You can't take your eyes off a wall

There is certainly something About it

-This area is shaping up nicely. -Yes.

Agreed.

Obviously, thanks to my curing.

Oh!

It's Mummy! She's calling!

Here, your grandmother's calling!

Yes...

What just happened?

My mother's calling. Mummy...

Hand it over. I'll handle Grandma.

-Huh? -I'll take care of it. Here.

I seek your blessings, Grandma!

1034,

1035,

1... 0... 36...

And...

Son, can we do the rest tomorrow?

Absolutely not!

The elders have said, "A home does not simply build itself."

For it to happen, you need to be as sharp as a hawk!

Keep counting. Let them come.

-1037, -Hmm.

1038...

37...

Ugh!

All right. Turn your face towards the mouth.

Where is the mouth?

-Wherever you like. -Oh.

Here you go.

Mr. Priest, could you make haste?

Making haste is the devil's hobby.

-Naman, son... -Yes, sir?

Sacrifice the pumpkin at the feet of the Mixer God.

-Where are the feet? -Wherever you like.

-Whoa! -All...

hail...

the great God...

Vishwakarma--

All hail! All done!

-Let's go, come on-- -Pappu, have some patience.

Child, why don't you give our labourer friends some offerings?

Hey!

These slackers get nothing!

Sure, give them the offering.

But only after the roofing is done.

-I don't want it. -Hey...

What's the rush? Let them eat.

Eat? Then labourers take a back seat.

Anyway, his coddling has spoiled my labourers.

You feed them buns for breakfast,

which makes them burp with every swing of the spade.

Not today, not today.

Pappu, I can't even lift a pen on an empty stomach.

How can you expect them to lift a spade?

See this machine here?

It's busier than Ryan Reynolds.

Yes! It was quite the struggle to get its dates.

If we don't use it well today,

then work will get stalled for two weeks.

-Two weeks? -Correct!

And these very labourers

will not work five extra minutes beyond their 8-hour shift.

And anyway,

his chanting has wasted half an hour.

Blasphemer! You dare disrespect the chants!

The demon Rahu shall curse your new home.

Sir, please don't take it personally.

Rahu dare cast his evil eye on my project?

I will cast an eclipse on Rahu himself.

Hey! Two people wait here.

The rest of you, to the roof! Off you go.

Hey, Shankar! Move it!

Now the labourers won't stop, and neither will the machine.

All hail the Goddess!

Let's rock!

Who the hell switched off the machine?

CP.

DCP.

Dehradun...

City Planning.

Here you go. Time to bring on your eclipse.

"Rock."

-Happy Teachers' Day, ma'am! -Oh!

Thank you, thank you so much, children.

-Welcome, ma'am. -Welcome, ma'am.

So, the bribes have started coming in, huh?

Bribes?

Yep. "You give me flowers; I give you marks."

This greeting card and Rosa carolina look like bribes to you?

Ma'am, these plants and shrubs are excuses.

Once these kids are out of school, we're out of their memory.

My kids are different.

Is that so?

Then you must be inundated with calls from the alumni today?

WhatsApp messages at least?

Missed calls?

There! I have one now.

Hello?

Harish! 2003?

Commerce?

I knew it. I recognised your voice.

Huh? What are you on about, Mummy?

Speak. Why did you call?

Mummy, some guy... calls himself CP or DCP...

Hold on, hear it for yourself.

-Sir, we have a permit. -Absolutely, we do.

And we have a copy at home too, most probably.

We're telling you we have a permit!

Pappu, go and switch on the machine.

For operating the machine without a permit,

you will be fined three times.

-I can't get through-- -Hold it properly!

Oh, I forgot.

Umesh! Are you there yet?

Yes, yes, Sarla.

I'm standing in the drawing room. Don't worry.

You did get the permit, right?

Of course! I kept it safely in the locker too.

Come on, man. Yes.

Yes! The locker, here it is.

Okay, hurry back with the document, please.

I will be there in 15 minutes.

Naman, kick-start the scooter. Yes.

Sarla, it might take some time.

Why?

Puncture!

-Oh, Naman is punctured. -Huh?

Can't you be clearer?

-Naman is punctured? -Huh?

Mummy, he's definitely forgotten to get the permit.

How could he forget to take a permit for the home?

What doesn't he forget, Mummy?

Socks, shoes, towel, flushing.

He scours an entire room looking for glasses

that are perched on his head.

Who's the King of Ludo!

Who?

Me. Tell them.

-This son of a... -Don't!

If he really wanted to check the construction permit,

he could've come when we were laying in the foundation.

Why did he land up today of all days?

Exactly. He knows he can cause the most damage today.

Should I write an application for him?

"I beg to state that..."

No one could refute such an application.

No, Mummy.

I think you should scare him with your thesaurus-level English.

Nope, even that won't work.

Handling government officials is an art.

Watch and learn.

King of Ludo!

I was wondering if you'd be willing to adjust--

What do you mean?

-You thought I would take a bribe? -No...

I only take a convenience fee.

A what fee?

You know, so that laypeople like these folks

don't have to face an inconvenience.

-For that, a convenience fee. -Yes!

Problem solved! Yes!

-I will not bribe. -Please talk to her!

No, Mummy. Not a bribe. A convenience fee.

Let's give it to him.

Calling cow faeces a "dung-cake"

doesn't make it fit for birthday parties.

If we don't have the permit, then we will get it now.

But only the Sub-Divisional Magistrate.

can grant us the permit at such short notice.

But will the SDM even grant you a meeting?

Jigyasa, get the car out.

I can hear the file rattling inside.

Please open.

Why are you trying random passwords?

Let me try.

How would you know his password?

Because he uses the same password for everything!

He's just punching it in the wrong order.

He doesn't even know it is possible to use

different passwords for different things.

What's this I hear, Uncle!

No, Gulati, son. His information is outdated.

I used to think that,

since my social security number, phone number, etc.

is the same across systems,

that my password would also need to be the same everywhere.

Please stay away from my dad.

Why don't you say that to your dad?

-Put the password. -Yes.

12th September, so 1-2-9,

his date of birth.

So you used a different password for this one?

The day I found out that passwords needed to be different,

I changed every one of them.

But...

Now I can't recollect a single one.

DEHRADUN CITY PLANNING

Hey, wait. Where do you think you're going in full throttle?

-We want to meet the SDM. -Glad to hear it.

Here's your token. Please wait over there.

32? It's a bit...

-Urgent? -Yes.

So is everyone else's case. Please sit.

Look, buddy, we're building a home.

And the SDM's personal assistant?

-Yes? -Is my friend on Facebook.

Wow!

When you meet her, you can FaceTime with her as well. Sit now.

How long will it be?

When Captain Russell takes the catch.

Huh, what?

Lagaan, Mummy.

The movie is over three hours long. And it's just started.

A three-hour wait?

Those slacking labourers will run away!

So, why don't you go and stop them?

What are you doing here?

Hey!

So you want me to leave the women of the house

fending for themselves here in a government office?

Wow. Those are just not the values I was brought up on.

Token number 11.

-Do you have the token? -Here it is.

You can trash it. Let me figure this out.

-Token no. 11. -Did you walk here? Go inside.

♪ You're beautiful! ♪

♪ You're beautiful, it's true-- ♪

Hmm?

Greetings, Ms. Fatima.

I thought I would say hello before I meet the SDM, as usual.

I'm not Fatima.

Par-vat-hy...

Sorry, the thing is...

Ms. Fatima used to wear a full hijab, so I was a little confused.

Hey! Out! Wait outside. Go!

Crazy fellow.

What happened?

Oh, Bhuvan is caught by the soldiers!

Listen, you didn't throw the token away, right?

Nope. Here it is.

This is an Oscar-level film! Increase the volume.

The same movie plays over here every day. On mute.

I'm watching it for the 15th time.

What was it? What was it...

Uncle, you had one password for so many years.

Which means, when you choose a new password,

-you commit to it. -Hmm.

You are definitely not a passwordiser.

No, no, I'm not that kinda guy.

So, the password you picked that day

-must have come after deliberation. -Yes!

And maybe I even wrote it down somewhere.

Jog your memory, Uncle!

What was on your mind that day?

That day I came straight home with the freshly signed permission letter.

Mr. Chamoli was drinking guava shake on his balcony.

He yelled out to me, "Did you get the permission letter?"

I had the permit in my right hand.

I waved it and said, "I got it, I got it!"

-I got it! -What?

The password is Chamoli Uncle's flat number!

Try it!

No?

What happened next?

Umm... may I call you madam or Charulata,

or just Charu?

Sir, I would like to remind you that this call is being recorded

for training and quality purposes.

It's being recorded?

You talk to her.

Hello, madam, this is the problem.

We have a locker made by your company.

And we've forgotten the password.

How can I help you?

Just tell us where the "forgot password" button is.

Hello? Hello, madam?

Charu!

Where did you go?

I'm here. Not like I could go anywhere.

I'm looking at your details

and it seems that you do not have a smart locker.

Not a smart locker?

Since when are lockers smart? Do they take nootropics?

Nonsense! You're not smart!

I want to talk to your commanding officer. Now!

Hello? Hello?

She put a song on for us.

Yes! Yes!

Yes.

Bhuvan to the rescue again.

Saved them from paying the tripled tax amount.

Brother, do you need some water or...

Madam, why did it skip from 31 to 33?

A most intriguing mystery!

Whatever token number Bhola hands me, I yell it out.

Okay? You can ask him.

Where did they go? 33!

Token 33!

Hello, madam! This is wrong. I will tweet about it!

These bloody servants.

What?

That's the Wi-Fi password. THESEBLOODYSERVANTS. All caps.

♪ Hey, friend, my friend... ♪

-Hey, Mr. Bhola! -Yes?

Why didn't you hand over our token?

I didn't? Oh, no. I missed it.

No worries. If it doesn't happen today, it will tomorrow.

Another demon!

We should file a complaint against him!

That you can do today.

For the senior officer, go straight and then left. Last table.

♪ I'm not scared of anything... ♪

So, I was climbing the stairs,

and the file is in my right hand.

Hey! I'm climbing the stairs and you're asleep?

Could you climb faster, Uncle?

Or cut straight to the house.

Okay, so I'm in my room, and the file is in my left hand.

Why did you switch hands?

You moron, I probably used my right hand to open the door.

And then I called out two times, "Sarla, Sarla!"

And then, "What are you wearing?"

What was Aunty wearing?

No, not Aunty, Jigyasa.

She was going to give her GMAT exam in flip-flops.

-GMAT? -Yes.

Then your password must be 690.

Jigyasa's score.

That's wrong too.

Obviously. We didn't know the score then.

"690."

Excuse me, sir.

I beg to say that this peon of yours is extremely...

Ah, the prodigal son returns at last.

Or should I say the prodigal daughter, Sarla?

Bhola! Some sherbet, please.

Just for me.

So... did madam SDM meet you?

She didn't?

If you do end up meeting her and getting your construction permit,

do obtain the land, water and electricity permits as well.

The thing is

the lack of small permits like that could lead to

you entire plot

being declared illegal.

Wow, that was fast service!

You earned your convenience fee!

-No, no... -No, please!

-Here. -No...

Convenience fee.

So, what have you decided?

He threatened to declare the construction site illegal?

If that happens, we can't run the machine on our plot.

Dogs, goats, cows, buffaloes will be the only things running on it.

Please talk to your mother.

She can make this go away by simply giving him Rs. 30,000.

I would try.

But what started with Mom's integrity

has now also become about her ego.

Correct.

Mummy will not even give that fatso Rs. 3,000, let alone Rs. 30,000.

Will she give that three grand to Parvathy, then?

Will Parvathy accept it?

She seems pretty cantankerous.

Yes, she might've seemed that way because you were talking business

and not charity.

Mummy, what do you say?

Rs. 3,000 is all it could take

to prevent our land from turning into the city zoo.

What will be the point of bemoaning bribery then?

No.

Mummy, your teacherly ethics serve you well in school.

-This is the real world! -Yes.

And Bhuvan himself has said,

"To take the bread off the flame, the tongs must burn their mouth."

Look at this.

These government office employees are just like our labourers.

They start getting ready to leave even before the shift is over.

Hey...

Ma'am, we're running out of time.

I won't commit such a sin on Teachers' Day.

You do it.

Parvathy Venugopal.

Number 32.

Let's go!

But if there are no curse words that demean men,

what choice do I have but to use the ones targeting women?

Your customer is in distress,

and you're threatening to blacklist me forever?

To cancel all my reward points and discount coupons? Nonsense!

That lady kept saying, "Press 9 to speak to the operator."

After pressing 9 for 15 minutes straight,

I am told it is not the locker I need to press 9 on,

but the phone!

Nonsense! Okay?

So, go on and do it. Blacklist me.

The name is Umesh Joshi Sujan.

-Hey! -Oh...

He's not going to remember the password.

Damn it, Papa! Which idiot told you you had to have different passwords!

No, son. Don't malign Ms. Parvathy that way.

Who's Parvathy?

She's the SDM's PA. A decent woman.

And why was this decent woman

so interested in your password security?

She wasn't. I was the one who went to her.

I tried to connect to the SDM Office Wi-Fi using my password,

and it didn't work, and that's when she explained to me,

"Umesh, different things require different passwords."

One minute...

Meaning, you got to know this fact

while trying to use the SDM Office Wi-Fi password?

Yes.

But that's the same day you brought the permit letter home...

Ye-yes...

So maybe you used the same password...

Correct!

That's the password! Tell us.

Tell us the SDM office Wi-Fi password.

Umm...

What is this I hear?

Using school property for weddings?

Come and see me on Monday. 10 a.m.

Respected madam,

we figured, since we made the trip to the temple,

we should pay the goddess a visit too.

We just have a small request if you'd just listen--

Raise your arms up straight, and go stand in the corner.

Sorry?

Right away. Pronto!

Were you the one trying to bribe my PA?

A convenience fee, ma'am.

"Convenience fee."

Calling cow faeces a "dung-cake"

doesn't make it fit for birthday parties.

And you're a teacher, right?

Write in this notebook.

"I will never give bribe." 108 times.

Go on?

Seriously, ma'am?

You didn't recognise me?

Ma'am, it's me, Aruna. Aruna Tripathi?

Roll number 8, 2006 batch.

You caught me cheating in the 8th grade

and made me write "I will never cheat again" 108 times.

-You don't remember me? -Hey!

How could you not remember? Of course you do!

She's a bit tongue-tied; she will speak.

Go back over there.

No?

I'm not surprised.

You must have had so many students.

But we all had just the one and only, Sarla ma'am.

Are you the same Aruna

who would write "return back" instead of simply "return"?

And what was it...

"Free gift" instead of just "gift."

And would come to school "by walking,"

and not "on foot." Right?

Everyone makes silly mistakes in their childhood.

-Right! -In childhood?

Then what is this? Hmm?

What is written here?

"I will never give bribe."

And what should it be instead?

"I will never bribe!"

This is what happens when English classes

are substituted with extra Math classes. What do you expect?

Very bad English.

What?

What... What a coincidence!

The day the roof of our home was to be made,

the day we hired a big machine for the job,

is the same day we came to the SDM office for the permit!

And the SDM happened to be your ex-student, right?

Yes. A coincidence indeed.

You know, I was posted here a month ago,

but it is only today that I got to meet with ma'am.

On Teachers' Day.

Useless! Umm, excuse me.

So tell me, ma'am.

What do you need permission for?

The thing is the roof of our new home--

Ma'am! Could you ask for permission for me to lower my hands first?

Naman, I'm busy. Hang up.

Busy, my foot!

We're the busy ones!

Quickly tell me what the SDM's Wi-Fi password is.

Why are you here?

I'm not. I'm at home, and the permit is in the locker.

The SDM's Wi-Fi password is the locker password too.

These bloody servants.

Who are you calling a servant?

THESEBLOODYSERVANTS, all caps. Wi-Fi password.

Useless.

I got it!

The hell you have.

We need a numeric password, not a spelling.

Not the servants thing, try 323.

-323? -Bhuvan's score!

I spent so much time waiting for the permit in the SDM's office,

I watched Lagaan twice.

323, punch it!

3-2-3.

Yes, it worked!

We have the permit!

Well done.

Good job!

"Dear Future Umesh,

"I'm very sure we are going to forget the password.

"Which is why I'm writing it here: 323.

"Yours truly, Present Umesh."

I...

We have the permit though! Let's go!

Come on!

♪ She might be the SDM to you But she'll always be my student ♪

♪ No bribes were made The permit freely given ♪

Okay, okay, Mummy, I will hand it to you.

We just have to keep this permit from getting into Papa's hands.

The men of our house are completely useless.

I'm going to make him write it down 108 times, you watch.

Sarla!

Here it is! I found the permit!

I told you I had gotten it!

Hmm. Now you can use it to write poetry.

Poetry? Why?

Because we also have one.

Wow! Well played!

What a happy occasion!

Today every player gave it their all.

But don't feel bad about the fact that we still lost the match.

-We lost? -Why?

How did we lose?

The sun is going to set soon.

Those slacking labourers won't finish the roofing now.

Why wouldn't we?

Gullu!

Hey...

What?

What happened to your slacking ways? What changed today?

Mr. Poet has treated us all with so much love.

We will repay him by finishing his roof tonight!

Tonight it is!

Let's kill it, boys!

See? Your papa isn't that useless after all.

The roof of a house Also serves as its own bulletin

If anyone asks It is ready to broadcast

How many days of toil it took For it to come into being

Owner and labourer alike Both had a part to play

How, with sacks Full of sand and cement

These artists moulded it As if was their own home

How its stories are now linked To the larger story of the home

Starring characters that We sometimes tend to forget

The walls stand safe in its shadow

As does everyone else Under its all-knowing gaze

The roof of a house Also serves as its own bulletin

We won the match.

Elizabeth had her heart broken.

Captain Russell was demoted,

and the tax was repealed.

When will SDM madam forgive us?

I don't know, buddy.

This is pretty inconvenient.

Just look at the texture,

the mood, the vibe...

I mean, Mrs. Sarla, you really have chosen the best.

Exquisite Italian marble,

regal deluxe plumbing

and the most bewitching maple hardwood work!

Hmm! All of this looks very bitching!

"Bewitching"!

Yes, yes. Hey,

with all these things in place, the house will look splendid.

Can I be honest?

At first, I did not believe Vimla.

But I stand corrected. I can totally believe

that you designed the house in which

India's biggest Bollywood star lives.

Actually, I designed just the parking lot.

Parking lot?

Even the parking lot is around six times larger than your house.

Wow. What a sweet thing to say.

Are you just going to sit there and keep saying "wow" sporadically,

or can you come here and offer your opinions?

Sarla, my ears are connected to the phone,

but my eyes are on the design.

Beautiful. Superb.

Mummy...

Ms. Sayema, I have a request.

See, since childhood, I have always--

Your sister Vimla explained everything.

And here it is.

Whoa!

Mummy, exactly like the one on your wish list!

With this chandelier our house will not just look splendid,

it'll look marvellous too!

You know, Mrs. Sarla, you really do have the most sophisticated taste,

I must say.

But won't this chandelier be too big for your new drawing room?

Man, there are poets,

and then there is Kumud Muradabadi.

Uh...

And then there is this chandelier.

The definition of sophisticated is revealing--

Hey, phones off. Please concentrate on the matter at hand.

Beg your pardon.

Sayema, you can arrange for the delivery of these items.

Oh, absolutely, Mrs. Sarla.

Just as soon as you approve this invoice.

Ah, yes, of course!

Rs. 21 lakh?

Looks like you gave me the bill for that parking lot, Ms. Sayema.

Okay.

If I'd known we were this poor,

I would've never stolen money from Mummy's purse.

I have a simple solution.

Looting a bank is not that simple, Jigyasa.

Shut up, grumbling grandson of mine.

Why does everyone look so miserable?

Vimla's interior designer's budget was four times that of ours, Mummy.

Not ours, just your budget, Sarla. Just yours.

I don't expect that poet of yours is going to contribute.

Mother-in-law, I'm right here.

That's the problem. That you're still here.

Go out and do some actual work.

Mummy, please!

You, call your sister. Come on.

No. I am not going to beg Vimla for money.

I'll talk to you later. Please.

At least listen to my solution.

Let's get a home loan. Best.

Yes, we could.

And when we default on payment, we'll escape to London.

I know the Queen personally.

What?

Do you know what getting a loan entails, child?

We'll have to pay it back in monthly instalments.

Yep.

Your mummy will retire next month.

Who will make the payments?

Who will take responsibility?

I'm asking the two of you.

No!

I am an artist.

I live outside the confines of capitalism.

As if you could live inside it.

What? You're still here, Mummy?

Yep, she needs to go.

Why--

It's not like we're buying a cricket team.

If we take a small loan, we can pay it back.

Mr. Pandey from 403 thought the same thing when he took a loan.

"A small one."

He couldn't pay it back. The bank seized his car

and his scooter too. Now he uses a cycle.

If taking a loan was that simple, the house would've been made ages ago.

For the last 20 years,

I have been saving half my salary every month.

Only then I had the courage to start building this house.

A house is a necessity.

But turning it into a palace is frivolous indulgence.

Us middle-class folks

cannot afford the luxury of fancy interior design.

We will go to the market,

hunt or fight for bargains

and buy every single thing we need to design this house ourselves.

"Interior designer."

Learn from her.

-Your phone's ringing. -I know.

Did you hear that?

For 20 years, Mummy's been telling us

her salary's half of what it actually is

and giving us half the allowance.

You're only 17.

Mr. Shashi, to what do I owe this rare pleasure?

Yes, Umesh Joshi Sujan, tell me

what part of your body is swollen today?

Where does it hurt today?

Pain? What pain, Mr. Shashi?

Every time I invite you to do a reading at a poetry festival,

one of your body parts suddenly starts to give you problems.

Why are you so terrified of reading your poems to an audience?

I... Not at all! I'm not scared.

Really? Then come to the university tomorrow.

To celebrate the occasion of Robust Spice's 50th anniversary,

we have organised a massive poetry festival.

Uh...

I would love to come,

but I have to get some things for the house, Mr. Shashi.

My dear Umesh,

masculine endeavours such as getting things for the house

don't suit poets like us.

Let Sarla take care of it!

Oh, no, the poor thing does it all, but...

I should be considerate as well, Mr. Shashi.

Fine, don't come.

I felt obliged to invite you. Otherwise you'd say to me,

"Superstar Muradabadi was here,

"and you didn't even invite me to meet hi--"

Sorry, hold on, one minute.

Mr. Kumud Muradabadi is attending?

Yep. Will you come?

Next time, along with my allowance,

I'm also going to ask for a driver's salary.

Hey, move!

It's a car, child. Don't drive it like a bullock cart.

Why don't you drive it then? Why are you so scared?

I'm not scared.

But how can I drive in these clothes?

Of course.

Okay, listen, I need your opinion.

Should I wear the green one or the red one?

I think maybe this one.

Yes.

This looks good. It's fine.

It looks great, Papa.

Mr. Kumud will definitely accept your marriage proposal.

-Hold on, turn the car around! -What's wrong!

We left the gift at home!

Goodness, calm down, Papa. It's in the backseat.

Oh.

Thank God.

I thought... Phew.

-Jigyasa... -Hmm?

What if Mr. Kumud doesn't like this gift?

I mean, we're giving a poet a pen.

He must have thousands of them!

I think I should take my name off it.

But it's not like he'd know who Sujan is anyway...

Never mind.

I look fine, right? Once--

Papa, can I drive the car?

Yes, okay, sorry.

Yes, this must be it.

You get Dehradun's cheapest and best stuff here.

Tip Top Lights.

It all looks China-made.

They have made tremendous strides.

Both China and the Chinese.

Ma'am. these cheap ones don't come with a warranty.

If they break down, I'll have to face your wrath.

So, to save you from my wrath,

I should double my budget?

You can take some insults, it's okay--

Mummy! Look at this. It's exactly the same!

I saw it. And then pretended I didn't.

You should do the same.

Mummy...

We won't lose money by just asking how much it costs.

You have a keen eye.

They say it was made for Shah Jahan's royal court,

but it was never used.

Why not?

Well, they had no electricity then.

Ma'am, the price is Rs. 1 lakh only.

Plus GST.

Are you happy now?

Show me the tube lights, come on.

Madam, I urge you to have some foresight.

LEDs are more expensive,

but they will save you money on your electricity bills in the future.

MRP!

Meaning?

Maximum... Right Price!

Selling items for more than the MRP is a punishable offence.

That could lead to up to five years in prison

or a fine of up to Rs. 10 lakh.

Awaken, customer, awaken!

Rs. 30,000.

Or Rs. 10 lakh?

Think about it.

Sorry, ma'am.

Should we close the deal at 30?

You're always going on and on about films.

Have you ever attended a poetry festival?

Have you ever taken me to one?

Look how handsome Mr. Muradabadi looks in the poster.

Hurry up, or all the good seats will be taken. Come on.

-Sir, will you listen to my poem? -No, friend.

It's just two lines!

I have lost everything There is nothing more to lose

My eyes have dried up Like a bottle without booze

Sorry.

-Namaste. -Yes.

What's wrong with him?

He's heavily into elegies. Don't pay him any attention.

-Look for a seat-- -Mr. Sujan!

Oh, Ms. Anamika!

You may ask God For anything that you desire

Such as a meeting With someone you admire

You avoid poetry festivals the way

sad poets avoid humour in their poems.

I...

Oh, my, my...

What is this human personification of slam poetry doing here?

These jeans may be fine for YouTube videos.

This is a poetry festival. We wear sarees here, understand?

Ms. Anamika, this is my daughter.

Jigyasa.

Jigyasa! Oh...

I barely recognised her! She's grown now!

Namaste.

-Hey, Mr. Shashi! Excuse me. -Ask the sound guy

-to attach the mic properly. -Sure, sure.

Or we'll have poets reading poetry to the sound of it ringing.

Got it?

-Mr. Shashi, I seek your blessings. -Hey, Umesh!

Why did you come through there?

The poets are meant to come via backstage.

Mr. Shashi, I am only here in the capacity of a spectator.

As a spectator or as a pilgrim?

Here to see Muradabadi, right?

Namaste, Uncle.

Hey, Jigyasa, how are you?

He's in the green room if you want to meet him.

Yes...

Mr. Pandey, the flower vase should be on the right!

I have to do all the work myself.

Where should we sit?

Here... there are two empty seats.

Hey, where are you going?

To meet Mr. Kumud? Don't you want to present him with your gift?

Have you never been to the temple?

When His Holiness comes on stage,

we will leave it at his feet as offering.

What the hell are you talking about?

You made me drive for three hours,

dressed in your Sunday best, bought a gift,

and now you don't want to even meet him?

We're not here to meet him; we're here to see him.

Don't you know what happened to Icarus?

If you fly too close to the sun, your wings could catch fire.

Papa, you are such a...

-coward! -A coward?

You're scared of reading your poems;

you're scared of driving the car;

you're scared of taking a loan.

And now you're scared of meeting your biggest hero!

Stop calling me a coward.

Well, I can't call you a wuss in front of all these people.

-Hey! -Come on!

We've been riding around for 2 hours in this maze of lanes

to find this shop?

What's so special about it?

Just come in.

Oh!

My Bunty is a student of yours?

Madam, can I tell you something?

He even dreams in English these days!

Have no worries. Your house meaning my house.

Chhotu, begin.

What can I get you, madam?

Flooring tiles, royal flooring tiles, kitchen faucets, bathroom faucets,

half pipe, full pipe, Asian paint, American paint, Chinese paint,

apple wood, maple wood, ply wood...

Or would you like to start with

a glass of water?

Italian marble tiles for Rs. 500 only.

What? The Maurya guy was selling me the same thing for Rs. 400.

I think I'll just go buy it from--

Ma'am, ma'am!

He'll give you Chinese Italian marble tiles!

And I'm offering you Thai Italian marble tiles for just...

Rs. 350.

So, should I pack them up?

Hmm.

Madam, this is the best waterproof paint.

My house has no plans of going swimming, Mr. Cheema.

Chhotu, get the cheap stuff for madam.

Yep, that's the one. Bring it here.

Hey, Chhotu! Chhotu!

This is the best one.

-With copper fittings. -No.

This is an automatic system.

This one. Pack it.

Mummy, should we get this?

No!

Ma'am, please.

Please.

Papa, there's really no need to be so nervous.

You have filled more books with poetry

than the number of years he has walked the Earth!

Difference is I have only written those poems, never recited them.

Mr. Kumud ascended to greatness five years ago.

Where I am on my path is not even close!

-Papa, please! -Hey, listen...

You're acting crazy.

Please listen to me. He must be offering prayer right now.

Jiggy!

Jig-gy!

-Kum-- -If you want an autograph,

please buy my book from the counter first.

Uh, no...

Actually, Mr. Kumud, my father...

is a huge fan of yours.

Like Gen Z fans are about K-Pop?

Just like that. Right, Papa...

One second.

-Where-- -Come on!

This is Papa...

Mr. Sujan, is that you?

No, I think you have me confused with another Sujan.

This is how I look.

I know.

The photo that accompanies your poems

in the Dehradun Daily is even worse.

Umesh Joshi Sujan!

You... know about me?

I've known your poems

since I was an unknown poet.

-Would you like some juice? -No--

I...

will go purchase your book so you can sign it.

All right.

Umm, actually, I got this small thing... for you...

Uh, sorry, here it is.

You shouldn't have!

What is this extra Rs. 30,000 for?

Tax, madam.

Huh?

But--

Madam, I made a higher profit selling my sister's dowry.

I'm sorry, I cannot go any lower.

So much GST? We could buy another chandelier in this amount!

I just don't understand this Grand Service Tax!

I mean... Gandhi Service Tax.

Get the items packed up. We'll be right back. Come on.

Sure. Chhotu, get over here!

You flatter me by giving me such a lovely present.

Not at all.

I don't have anything I could possibly present to you.

What?

I got to meet you, which is the greatest gift of all.

If only you performed at festivals,

we would've met ages ago.

Yes...

Sir, the stage is set.

All right, I should get ready then.

-Mr. Kumud? -Hmm?

How do you deal with the butterflies in your stomach before a performance?

I just have to think about it to feel them in mine.

A great poet once said,

"Only if you take a leap

"Will you rid yourself Of the fear of falling"

"If you don't jump into the water You will never learn how to swim"

What's the big deal in writing; that's what we poets do best.

But why would you jump into the water if you don't know how to swim?

Please show them to the VIP seats.

Yes, sir.

-See you on stage. -Thank you.

But what's the problem, madam?

Is the chandelier's rate too high?

I can take two bulbs out and make it 20, if you like.

Another time. Right now, please...

1, 2...

28, 29, 30.

Done.

The items will be delivered to your house before you reach it.

Please pay the transport guys.

-Yes. -Okay then.

What is it?

You bought just one thing that you liked, the chandelier.

And you returned that too.

Son, chandeliers only look good in palaces.

Hmm? Let's go.

Amazing, Mr. Muradabadi!

-Thank you all. -One more!

Who told you You must remain quiet in a crowd?

-Wow! -Amazing!

Pay attention, this one is specially for you.

Whoa!

Who told you You must remain quiet in a crowd?

Here is your chance The perfect opportunity

To say what you want to say Out loud

Wow! Incredible.

The world is not ready To hear my voice

Let it be remain silent That is best

-Wow! -Amazing!

The world is not ready To hear my voice

Let it be remain silent That is best

A gesture is more than enough

For I keep my secrets Close to my chest

Wow!

To that I say,

Youth is fleeting

Youth...

is fleeting

Don't hold back

Mr. Muradabadi...

And we shall brace for attack!

Wow!

To these sore eyes You present such a sight

To these sore eyes You present such a sight

Mr. Dehradunvi, calm down

You seem to be getting A lot of pleasure from my plight!

I usually close every recital with a new poem.

But today...

I will present to you a new poet.

Please put your hands together for

your very own poet,

Umesh Joshi Sujan!

No, no, no.

-Get up! -Please get up.

-Mr. Sujan, come on up. -Papa, please go!

-Go on, Papa! -Please put your hands together.

Go!

Keep the applause going.

-Mr. Kumud... -You were right.

Why would someone jump if they don't know how to swim?

And that is why,

you need someone to give you a push.

My gift to you.

All right, Umesh.

Which poem are we going to hear today?

Hello? Hello? Testing...

Wow.

You are truly one in a million, ma'am.

So many things in such a small budget?

So many years of experience in roaming the streets of Paltan Bazaar

had to amount to something!

Yes... But tell me one thing.

Why are you treating this beautiful abode of ours

like it is a junkyard? Why?

Why?

What?

Is this supposed to be a faucet?

Don't expect any water to flow through it.

It's likelier that the faucet itself will flow away.

And this wire?

Did you see that commercial in which the man gets electrocuted?

Expect the same fate if you use this one.

And this paint?

It won't even be able to handle its first monsoon in Dehradun.

And these tiles.

You know how those kids in a karate class

demonstrate their chops by breaking stacks of tiles?

These are the same kind. Buddy, show them.

I got all these things according to the budget.

You will have to use these!

Ma'am.

If a student in your class aces all tests through the year,

but fails his final exam,

won't his report card say that he failed?

What do you mean?

I mean, we've done top-class work on the house since the beginning,

Why settle for less than the best and compromise at the last stage?

Look...

if we use these things that you hold so dear,

then the house will look like a ruin within the year.

-Wow! -Amazing!

I made a poem, didn't I?

Think about it.

Boys! Paan break!

Papa, what was that third poem?

"Rivers without Water."

Yes!

People were not just cheering for that one;

they were whistling!

It's like they forgot it was a poetry festival.

I want to come again next time.

Only if you wear a saree.

So, Papa...

Why did Mr. Kumud want to see you again before we left?

To give me something.

What?

Suspense!

What? Just tell me!

What to do, what to do...

I think a loan is the only option.

From the bank?

If we can't pay it back,

we'll be humiliated by the whole neighbourhood.

I will not ask Vimla for money!

I will not, right, Naman?

You could.

But if we can't pay Aunty back,

then Grandma will humiliate us.

Ugh, you're confusing me, Naman!

Honouring us with his presence

is the Great Poet Sujan

to meet his Queen, Sarla.

Wow!

Have you been drinking?

Nope, but I have been swimming. Wait.

Sarla Umesh Joshi.

Your orders are to turn the new house into a magnificent, opulent mansion

so that great poets may grace it with their presence

and meet with Sujan.

Did you win the lottery or something?

Not the lottery,

but a loan.

I will take the loan, and I will pay it back as well.

What is this?

A winner's check, Mummy!

Like in Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?

It's a party favour, moron!

From the mentor to his disciple.

Hmm! For the Great Poet Sujan's first poetry festival,

a payment!

-You! -Yes!

-On stage! -Yeah!

Yay!

How did this happen?

Sarla,

sometimes us middle-class cowards

just need a firm push.

I'll be right back.

Wow!

Mummy.

Call the interior designer.

Now there will be a mansion.

Hello, hello? Testing...

Umm...

Those people who go to the beach

But, at the last minute, Step back from the water

Those who turn around midway Before reaching their destination

Those people who give in Without putting up a fight

They fasten chains Around their own feet

To them I have to say

Just keep walking

Don't look back in apprehension

Even the sky knows your potential

Why don't you fly And test it out for yourself?

The falcon does not fear the weather

It does not let that affect its flight

There is no victor If there is no fighting

You cannot cross a river By simply thinking about it

When the boat breaks A wave's momentum

The fear of drowning recedes with it

A traveller shall soon grow weary Of his travels

If he does not know How to traverse difficult roads

Only if you take a leap

Will you rid yourself Of the fear of falling

If you don't jump into the water You will never learn how to swim

What is that tiny handwriting? I can't read it.

A winner's check for Rs. 1 lakh

only to Umesh Joshi Sujan!

Is that so?

So, you think you're Ambani now?

MR PRAKASH CHAMOLI 301

So...

Sarla cannot know about this.

Okay? Jigyasa?

-Yes. -Decoration is your department.

Mrs. Gulati, cake is your department, okay?

And, Chamoli, samosas are your department.

Hey, can I make cake instead?

Mrs. Gulati can make the samosas.

Why?

We don't want to eat guava cake, okay?

You make the samosas.

Isn't he romantic, this brother of ours?

Don't you bother planning a party for me, okay?

He's a poet.

He literally makes a living being romantic.

One minute.

Wearing a dress is allowed at your surprise party, right?

Oh, dear...

This is our last anniversary with you folks.

Wear whatever you like.

I mean, I wasn't asking, simply informing.

She did ask though, didn't she?

Anyway, I got it, Mrs. Gulati.

Just make sure that you don't wish Sarla on the day.

Like every year, tomorrow morning I will start the day

with her favourite songs.

I will bring her ginger tea, and give her a single red rose.

She will think everyone forgot.

It's going to be so much fun!

Got it, Jigyasa.

I shouldn't wish Gulati because we plan to surprise Mr. Chamoli.

And Mr. Pappu will wear a dress.

Papa is going to surprise Mummy on their anniversary. Don't wish Mummy!

Useless.

Oh!

Today is their anniversary?

So, we're getting them a gift too?

Yes. It's been ordered. It should be here by evening.

Good job.

Make sure you put my name first this time. Last year, it was yours.

The only name to go on the gift

will be of the person who put in the effort of finding it.

And I won't share credit this time.

You won't share credit?

Then they will think that I didn't get them anything!

-They'll think I'm such a bastard! -Aww.

Then why don't you get a gift of your own?

A gift of my own? Jigyasa...

Okay, you can write my name second.

Write it somewhere?

Just my initials, maybe? Hmm?

Sis?

Dear Sarla, good morning.

Congrats on another year

of landing a husband with all 36 astrological marker...

Dear Sarla, good morning.

Congrats on another year of landing a husband

with 36 perfectly compatible astrological markers.

Yes.

-Good morning! -Shh!

You could think up 36 excuses if you wanted, Mr. Pappu.

Anything to get out of completing the work on time.

What?

I gave you enough notice for today.

Could you reduce the volume, please?

Yes...

That's not my problem.

Just finish the work ASAP.

Something must be done about this music of yours.

I don't understa...

Did you pluck this off my rose plant?

Not like I do it every day!

But today is a special day.

Why?

Is it Rose Day?

Rose Day? Have we ever celebrated Rose Day?

Today it is...

The tea is quite bland.

Did you eat up all the sugar in the house?

Maybe. After all, today is a day filled with sweetness!

"A day filled with sweetness"?

What's so special about today?

You really don't remember?

-Oh, yes! -Yes!

Today is the day the nameplate for our new house arrives!

Yes! I should inform Pappu.

I told you to get "Joshis' Orchard" on the nameplate.

And what did you do?

"Good Folks' Home"

Sounds like a retirement facility.

I mean... That's what people may think...

You made me do all that curing.

I thought it was my house too.

Forget about us kids, you could've at least thought about Mummy.

Look, child--

Now that he's contributed a few bucks,

he has proclaimed himself owner of the house.

And, Papa, why is Sujan even your name?

"Sujan" literally means "good people."

But you're just one person. It doesn't make any sense.

Child, Sujan means--

Hold on! In whose name do all the deliveries come?

Naman's. So the nameplate should say

"Planet Naman."

The nameplate will say "Joshis' Orchard."

It has been decided.

When? It's too western, Mummy.

I see.

So, shall I change your toilet to an Indian-style one, child?

Madam, please listen to me.

We have to finish all the work today.

But you have the wrong nameplate.

With your permission, should I just paint the name on the wall?

-With paint? On the wall? -Indeed.

So people wonder if this is a house

or the office of the National Literacy Mission?

Why should I deface my home because of this man's mistake?

Okay, fine.

I make a huge mistake. There.

I will fix it right away.

-Come on, Mr. Pappu. -Okay, Mr. Poet.

Hey, Papa. Why don't you take Mummy too?

Yes. Absolutely, I'd like to come. Let's go.

All right then. We can stop for onion fritters on the way.

No chance.

-Paneer fritters? -No!

Orchard...

Orchard, orchard... Nice.

-It's a nice name. -It means "garden."

Of course.

Found a gift yet? Useless.

What makes you think I haven't found it already?

Gulati?

Her gift...

Let's not sabotage it.

Why? What is it?

-A PlayStation! -A PlayStation?

It's a VCR, you idiot.

Jigyasa is giving them the most overdone,

cliched gift in history.

She will play Mummy-Papa's wedding video

and then they will cry.

She will?

And Mummy will write away all my inheritance to her!

I will not let that happen while I am alive.

You just need to swipe the wedding video cassette

and meet me at the momo corner.

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

through the woofer, so to speak.

WEDDING

"Half day on Friday. See you on Monday."

Come on, Mr. Pappu. Let's go to another store.

Hey, Sarla!

That will take too much time.

Let's go back home.

The nameplate will be made today. That is final.

It is thanks to an attitude like this

that no work gets done.

Sorry, Sarla. I forgot that the marble shopkeepers

take a long weekend off.

You forget everything.

On the day of the inaugural rites, you forgot the coconut.

On the day we needed it, you forgot the password to the safe.

But when it came to ordering the nameplate,

you didn't forget to give your exact specifications.

Is this fair, Mr. Pappu?

I see what you mean.

Okay, so I forget about trivial things once in a while,

but I remember the big things! Or you'd like me to forget them too?

I see what you mean.

What job has he done well? Tell me.

On Saturday, I sent him to tally the cement inventory.

No tallying was done,

but we did get a poem on cement by the end of the day.

I see what you mean.

You married a poet, so you'll get poems.

If you wanted someone who could tally,

you should've married an accountant.

I see what you mean.

What do you mean? Is he right or am I?

Are you a man or a pendulum?

I... see what you mean.

Doggie! Want a momo?

Come here, come here!

You think I'd give you my food? Scram!

There you are, Gulati!

I have stolen the cassette! Where should we bury it?

Bury?

We're going to upload it online.

This is your gift.

Whenever Aunty and Uncle feel like watching the video,

they can watch it from their phones, laptop, TV, anywhere!

In the era of the smartphone,

Jigyasa's VCR will be reduced to a relic, like the pager.

And all the inheritance shall be yours!

You're right!

Who even uses VCRs when you have the Internet?

Jigyasa is so 90s,

she still uses a mug of water instead of a bidet shower!

Hey, you!

Jigyasa is so 90s, she looks for vintage shows on Hotstar!

Jigyasa is so 90s, she doesn't think freedom is a feeling

but a George Michael song!

Hey, look behind you! Behind you!

Yo, Jigyasa is so 90s, she thinks that--

Gulati!

Look at that!

Buddy, your parents' wedding is splashed across the street.

Please ask her

who solved the interior designer problem?

Who solved the interior designer problem?

Tell him lording his money over me may not be the best approach.

If I start to list my contributions over the last 23 years,

it could be embarrassing for him.

Don't lord your money over her...

As if it hasn't been smooth sailing for the last 23 years of marriage.

And that happened only because I, just like an obedient student,

agreed with everything she said.

"Should we move into government-assigned quarters?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"One child is too little. Shall we have one more?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"These government-assigned quarters are too small."

"Should we build a house of our own?" "Yes, ma'am."

"Should we have the nameplate read 'orchard'?"

which I don't even know the spelling of, by the way.

Still, "Yes, ma'am."

Forget naming the house,

I didn't even have a say in naming my own children!

That's... too long, Mr. Poet.

I've been the one to adjust always.

But his obduracy knows no bounds!

He has voiced his desire to go home

around 17 times in the last two hours!

I had to name the children because he wanted to name them

Sophocles and Aphrodite!

Kids would've been walking around like characters from a Greek play.

And the first person to forget the spellings

of those very names would have been him!

What is this fixation with my forgetfulness?

I still remember that, the first time I met you,

you were wearing an orange top.

With hands bedecked in green glass bangles,

you served me onion fritters!

Hmm? And I'm the one who forgets?

You've let this structure of bricks and stone

take over your whole life.

To the extent that you forgot

that the real beginning of our story took place on this very day.

WWW.THEGOPISAHI.TK

Happy anniversary, Sarla Joshi.

I planned a surprise party for you at home,

which is why I kept pushing to go back home.

But, of course, you want the nameplate today.

So, go ahead!

It's not looking good.

The parts that have been damaged

will need to be cut out.

But you can save it, right?

I can.

But I don't know if it will ever work how it used to.

Now all we can do is pray to the Goddess.

Hey, Jiggy...

Your idea of playing the wedding video

as a gift is so unique.

Right?

Just make sure Naman doesn't take all the credit.

He makes those puppy eyes, and you forget

that you're his sister, and not his grandma!

Yes, girlfriend. You're right.

On the day of Krishna's birth,

I decorated the entire house with peacock feathers.

And that demon came to the ritual without a tee shirt on.

He tucked one feather in his hair to imitate Krishna,

and guess who Mom praised?

If that doesn't make your blood boil,

then it isn't blood, it's water.

Don't be fooled by those puppy eyes;

that isn't your brother, it's a defrauder!

Correct.

Where did the "ver" go?

What's wrong with it? "Happy Annisary"!

Ver-y late, your parents are.

Where is the golden pair? The samosas are getting cold.

They'll be here any minute, Uncle.

They've gone to get the new nameplate.

Nameplate! Wow.

When will you build a house like Mrs. Sarla?

When you become the vice-principal like Mrs. Sarla.

Where's the party tonight?

What the hell are you wearing?

Winter collection, Brada.

More like Vulgari, am I right?

Ah!

What are you doing, dumbass?

You've been on your feet for so long.

They must be hurting. I thought I would massage them.

As they say, a sister is equal to a mother, right, sis?

-But not like a grandma! -Shoo!

Oh, let me do that, sis.

Listen, it doesn't matter if you fall at my feet or massage them,

the gift will have just my name, okay?

Exactly right.

In fact, I think even our new nameplate

should have your name on it. Right?

Jigyasa Junction.

Reverse psychology.

They're here. Let's go, everyone.

They're here?

Aunty, we're at full capacity here. Find another spot!

Please save me.

-Happy anniversary! -Surprise!

Sorry.

What's wrong, Mummy?

Looks like there's been some turbulence.

Hmm.

Something has gone terribly wrong.

Seems to be the theme of the day.

Why did they have to fight today?

So...

Is the surprise party cancelled?

Yes! Cancelled!

Hey!

You can't cancel it just like that!

I didn't spent Rs. 5,000 on this dress,

Rs. 1,500 on these heels and Rs. 700 on waxing for nothing!

Okay, please calm down.

Give me two minutes. Let me try some cajoling.

Aunty! Why are you meddling in their business?

It's their house; let them fight,

or even break each other's heads. What is it to us?

Worthless boy!

Sis...

If you end the fight so soon,

then the emotions will simply be repressed.

The best way to get a fighting couple make up

is to let them fight and get it out of their system.

Reverse-reverse psychology!

Shut up, Sigmund Fraud.

He doesn't have a gift,

which is why he doesn't want the party to happen. Useless.

Let's go.

Not like you have a gift either.

Mummy, do you want water?

No. Don't annoy me. Leave me alone.

Okay.

Papa, do you want some water?

Sure?

Hmm?

Okay, I'll get some anyway.

They tore up the notes and threw them away.

Mrs. Chamoli.

I told Mr. Umesh so many times not to put so much ginger.

It gives my husband acidity.

But, no. "Sarla likes it. She likes it."

She said, "Umesh likes it." What does that mean?

I understand you're her husband, but this is too much love.

Spare a thought for us guests too.

I mean, we aren't here to help with vegetable prep, right?

No sugar, again.

So? You can put some in.

Mehta Aunty doesn't know your taste very well.

I offered to make it so many times.

But Mehta Aunty?

She just wouldn't listen.

Papa, some sugar?

They didn’t drink the tea.

-Should I just drag them both out? -Sit down.

Okay, can we eat the samosas at least?

This man, really.

Gulati! Bro, Mummy is so upset.

Papa is moping too.

The atmosphere in the house is funereal; it's amazing!

So, Jigyasa's VCR gift is cancelled?

Not just the VCR,

the whole anniversary party is cancelled!

Saved by a whisker.

Why don't you come over? There's cake.

Let's get the cassette repaired anyway.

It's the only memento from Aunty-Uncle's wedding.

Fine, if you really want to.

Hey!

That's a great idea!

-Right? -Yes.

Yes, but you should probably return it, Jigyasa.

-You'll get a refund. -Shut up.

This is what will lure Uncle and Aunty out.

Hey, why don't you go home?

Sis, why is she meddling in our private affairs?

No matter how expensive a car is,

it won't run without fuel.

Why do you want to go down the road

that leads to you committing fratricide at such a young age?

"Fratricide"?

Yes, when a person kills their brother.

As if it would be easy to kill you.

You'd be surprised at how easy it will seem.

When you find out that...

Momo...

The dog... everything splayed across the street... Gulati...

I just wanted to gift Papa-Mummy with...

Parental conflict causes childhood trauma.

It's all the dog and that dog Gulati's fault.

You were right, sister.

I keep bad company.

Hey!

Did they get married twice?

It's working!

Wow, Aunty looks like a movie star!

This is a movie star.

Very nice idea, sis. Very nice.

Jigyasa Joshi always has the most unique ideas.

[Sanskrit chants playing]

Make an oath that you will always protect her.

I'm afraid she will have to protect me.

Hold your horses. We know our vows.

I swear

that every time you want to recite a poem,

I will make space for it.

Well, I would like to recite one now. May I?

You may.

I cannot promise that Promises won't be broken

But I swear that

Every day, my love for you Will not go unspoken

Mmm...

-4/10. -That's it?

I swear that,

even if you put salt instead of sugar in the tea,

I will drink it with joy.

So, that means making the tea is my job.

Fine. If you displace your anger with the school kids towards me,

I won't take it personally.

But no corporal punishment, please.

I swear

I will not get too pedantic about your terrible English.

My English, terrible?

Unpossible!

I swear,

if a rift appears between us,

I will be the one to cross it and say sorry.

That concludes the marriage ceremony.

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

-Happy anniversary! -Happy anniversary!

-Who's idea was this, uh, Jigyasa-- -Papa, actually...

Like every year, this gift is from Naman and myself.

Yes, Mummy.

It was my idea, and Jigyasa ordered the VCR.

I see... But those who forgot wouldn't have any gifts, right?

-Yes, the top was orange. -Hmm.

-The bangles were green. -Yes.

But I made eggplant fritters, not onion.

-Is that so? -Hmm.

Sarla Joshi doesn't forget a thing.

All right. I will get ready for the other party, okay?

The other party?

Riding out of here on that second-hand scooter...

man, you'll look like such a dumbass.

Jiggy, you didn't just pass your college exams,

you passed your middle class too!

What do you think?

It's amazing.

I wanted the nameplate installed today

so that all the work would be officially over

and I could present you with the house keys.

Happy marriage anniversary.

Happy anniversary!

Can you all believe this?

Husband and wife both spending all day trying to surprise the other!

But we already knew!

-You did? -Of course.

Sarla planned everything a week ago.

It was you who put a spanner in the works

by making your plan last minute.

Yep.

Did you think I'd wear this dress for your little surprise?

Hey, Mr. Poet!

You have yet to see

the real surprise!

-"Soojan House"? -"Sujan House"?

Sujan House?

While I was sitting in that room, I thought

it's not such a bad name.

Why should we pay for your mistakes, Papa?

"Soojan House?"

Seriously, Papa!

What were you thinking when you picked this name

as your nom-de-plume anyway?

I'll tell you what I was thinking, okay?

And I wasn't the only one who chose it, we all did.

Listen carefully.

S for Sarla.

Umesh.

Jigyasa And Naman.

Sujan House.

Our house.

And by the way, it's "Sujan."

Not "Soojan."

Whoa, Mr. Poet!

This is the most meaningful house we've ever made!

Put it there, Mr. Pappu!

Okay, that's enough. Can we go inside now?

Of course, let me open the gate. What's the big deal?

Why is it that We build homes anyway?

Why do we feel this need For an abode?

You can find the answers To these questions

Only once you fulfil The dream itself

Every brick adds up To make that home

Which, in every way

We can call our own

Where every corner Has a story to tell

When you come home, tired

Here is a place you can dwell

Where every problem in the world Seems small

Memories are made here

With family, friends And neighbours all

Where the stairs Lead up to happiness

And lay bare everything That is unspoken

Where everyone has a favourite spot

Every moment peaceful

From deep introspection To a passing thought

Where every day Is a reason to celebrate

And on every face a smile

Where there are tears too

Of joy, more than once in a while

Where every day is an excuse To eat, drink and be merry

Where relationships Are fostered every day

Maybe this is why we build houses

Maybe this is why We need a home to call our own

What are you listening to?

Silence.

It's so peaceful here.

Whose decision was it to call it "Soojan House"?

-You idiots. -Grandma?

Why not call it an orchard or something?

What are you gawking at? Help me up!

You know my knees are weak.

Mummy!

Why am I seeing you outside a video call?

Oh, your sister didn't kick me out.

It was I who decided

that I will spend the last few years of my life

with my favourite daughter!

Does this room have an AC?

Okay. I'll need a hot cup of tea, right away.

Also, could someone bring my bags inside

so that I can unpack and finally settle in?