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Jaya, wait! Jaya!

Please stop, Jaya!

Jaya!

Stop!

Jaya!

-Please, Jaya! -I'm not crazy...

No! No!

I'm not crazy!

I'm not crazy!

I'm not crazy!

I'm... I'm not crazy.

-Okay. -I'm...

I'm not crazy.

Calm down.

Calm down.

(song playing)

(indistinct chatter)

-Jaya. -Yes?

Get us some tea.

Right away.

Partha.

-The interior decor is fabulous! -Yeah!

You got a south-facing balcony, boss! Damn nice.

Well-connected area too.

Yeah.

How big is the flat?

This is um...

It's 2200 sq. ft.

Don't talk like a dumba**.

Partha! What's wrong with you?

You're not just with your friends.

Your elders are here too.

-Partha... -What did he just say?

-How can he treat her like that? -Abused her in public...

This is 2800 sq. ft.

I'll obviously get mad when she calls it 2200 sq. ft.

It's my hard-earned money. I'm paying off the loan.

If the super built up area is 2800 sq. ft.

then the carpet area should be 2200 sq. ft.

No, it's around 2300 sq. ft.

Don't comment on what you don't know. Ruined my mood!

Sorry.

Why are you apologising, Jaya?

Fry the nuggets. We'll have them with tea.

Jaya's pumpkin fritters are delicious too.

-That too-- -No need, Jaya.

No need to make so many things.

-Need some help? -Should I come with you?

No, Jaya can do it herself.

I've been here for two days.

She hasn't let me help at all.

Wants to do everything by herself.

You all just sit tight.

Have the sweets.

Hmm.

(indistinct chatter)

Why do you talk like that? No need to swear at her.

She's infuriating!

Nowhere to be found!

I'd kept it right here.

Why the hell did you even touch my documents?

They're important documents.

I'd kept the important papers here.

You don't even know which ones are important.

No exposure to the outer world.

But she'll still fiddle with my things.

-I have an important meeting-- -It's not there.

Then look for it, damn it!

Yes... I'll find it.

Just give me some time.

Damn it!

Impossible to live with a dumbf**k like you.

What did you say?

Nothing.

Take memory supplements. So forgetful.

What are you staring at?

Look for it!

Mom!

Mom!

What are you doing?

It's so smokey in here!

You're so forgetful.

Forgot to switch on the chimney.

Go... Go outside.

Have some water first.

Here.

DISGRACED

It's a beautiful painting, Partha.

Did Jaya paint it?

Yeah, well.

Had nothing better to do at home.

"Nothing better"? It's amazing!

Yeah but I can't praise my own wife.

Or your husband will tease me.

So what?

Big deal.

Saswati, let's check on Jaya.

Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

Jaya's working now, right?

If you can call it work. She's at an NGO.

Not really a job. Teaches stitching, making pickles...

It's a self-help initiative.

That's good.

Your daughter, Shruti, is in high school now.

Jaya was there for her when she was younger.

But us?

We've been working parents.

Our kids were practically raised by their nannies.

I wouldn't allow it.

Call me old school if you will.

But I didn't have to force Jaya.

She has no ambition anyway.

But I forced her.

Even if it's something petty like making pickles

she'll at least go out.

Forced her?

Why did you force her?

See, we're nearing 40.

Shruti is in high school. What will Jaya do at home?

She'll watch TV and gossip with the other women.

I was totally against that.

An idle brain is the devil's workshop.

I didn't allow her to work before but now I think she should.

You're lucky it's Jaya.

Saswati or Nandini would have put you in your place!

What do you mean?

You said you didn't "allow" her to work.

But now you're "allowing" her.

No offense but...

Saswati or Nandini aren't my type.

Hmm.

Women like them are fine as friends or colleagues but...

Not wife.

Just a second.

Jaya!

Did you go to Darjeeling to pick the tea leaves?

It's done, it's done.

Great! Come on.

Excellent!

-Here. -Yes.

-Tea? -Thank you.

Yours.

Thank you.

-Let me serve tea to our mothers. -Hmm.

(indistinct chatter)

Partha bought a flat so early on! What more could I want?

He's a wonderful son.

-And-- -Mother.

Jaya is under a lot of stress now.

Partha forced her to get a job.

Refused to listen to a word I say!

Now that Shruti is in high school, Jaya can't sit at home.

It's not like that.

I enjoy my job.

My life now has a routine.

I always wanted to work.

Partha didn't force me.

It was my decision.

Sharmistha is my friend's sister.

So, I asked to join her NGO.

Women these days...

Talking back to their mother-in-law.

Keep quiet, Jaya.

Not at all. Jaya is not like that.

She's a lovely girl.

Sis.

You call that a job?

You just teach people how to make pickles.

You think that's a job?

We adults are having a conversation. What are you doing here?

Leave the room.

Go to the other room.

Why didn't brother and his wife come, Mom?

He's got a lot of work.

He works at a high post in a big company, after all.

His wife, Churni, is in the same boat.

They said they'll drop in over the weekend.

Why didn't your husband come?

He'd feel better if he met everyone.

Excuse me. I'll check if all's okay outside.

-Don't be late for lunch, Mom. -Hmm.

-You too, Mother. -Hmm.

Lovely girl.

You know what dating apps are?

Of course.

Heard about it from school seniors.

Hey, what's a "situationship"?

Not so loud!

Your mom will hear us.

Mom won't get it.

Especially not an English term.

Hey!

What won't your mom get?

But your aunt will get it.

Aunt! Please don't tell Mom.

I won't.

Shruti, remember what your mom did about that period incident?

I can never forget that.

I was on the phone.

I said, "This is a fact. Period. "

And Mom started asking me if I got my period.

Just imagine!

What? Seriously?

Oh no! Ma'am!

Fire!

In the new house!

-What happened? -Let's go!

Ma'am!

Hurry up!

-What happened? -Hey! Careful!

(indistinct chatter)

-Hey! -Careful! It's dangerous!

How can you be so forgetful, ma'am?

You should've called me.

Why do it by yourself?

What did you put on the stove, Jaya?

Dipanjan wanted fritters...

Completely skipped my mind...

-Ridiculous! -Don't you know you're forgetful?

Remember what happened in your last house?

Turned the gas on without lighting the stove.

Just go away now. Let me handle this.

It's okay. Nothing happened.

Fire in a new house... Let's ask the priest...

-to sprinkle some holy water. -Oh stop it!

Chill, chill. Fire is considered auspicious.

-It's okay. Everything's fine. -What the hell!

Relax, everyone.

-Sorry. -She apologised.

-Really sorry. -She's saying sorry. Relax.

Chill. Relax.

-Let's go now. -Let's go out.

-It's fine. -Accidents happen.

(indistinct chatter)

It's fine. Relax.

Can't you get anything right, Mom?

The guests are coughing.

-Leave it to me, Dola. -It's hot.

-Let it be. -Just won't listen!

Careful now.

It's 2200 sq. ft.

Don't talk like a dumba**.

You just teach people how to make pickles.

You call that a job?

Impossible to live with a dumbf**k like you.

Can't you get anything right, Mom?

-Hey! -Careful!

Hello.

Hello, Jaya.

Hope you remember a board member is coming tomorrow.

So come in early.

Remember...

...our funding depends on it.

Yes, Sharmistha. I re-remember.

I'll keep the gift tray packed and ready tonight.

And congratulations on your new home.

Thank you.

My home.

Seeing Partha's house frustrated me.

He even bought a new car a few months ago.

Must admit he planned his savings well.

But we've been on the same page all our lives.

Same school, college and even office.

How the hell did he get ahead?

No need to get ahead of him.

You know what I mean.

Calling your wife a dumba** in a room full of people?

Come on!

They weren't even college mates.

That's normal for Partha.

He's always been hot-headed.

This is not being "hot-headed", Dipanjan.

He's simply uncivilised.

Only someone like Jaya would accept it.

If I were in her place...

He made it very clear.

He wouldn't marry someone like you or Saswati.

Excuse me?

We wouldn't marry him.

Hmm.

But Jaya nearly caused an accident today.

Partha has told me that Jaya is a little unmindful.

Don't you have any manners, Mom?

What?

Shouldn't you knock before entering someone's room?

Sorry.

Mom...

Ugh! Mom!

Your hand is smelly.

Really?

-What smell? -Don't know. It stinks.

Happens when you do house work.

But I applied moisturiser.

But your hand's so rough.

Disgusting!

Stop, Mom!

Go to bed.

Good night.

Let me enjoy my new room in my new house.

Dad is the best!

(singing)

How do I look?

You're not even looking at me.

Hmm?

How do I look?

It was a gift from my college friends.

I'd taken this to our honeymoon too.

-But I didn't end up wearing it. -Thankfully you didn't.

Or we wouldn't have a honeymoon.

Go and change.

You look like a prostitute.

Hmm.

-Speak softly, Dola. -Hmm.

-Or Partha will wake up. -Yes...

-Don't talk loudly. -I'm at work. Bye.

What's this mess you've made? I need to clean up.

Clean this room later.

We're having a guest over at my office.

-So, I'm wrapping gifts for him. -Oh.

How does it look?

It looks good.

But you'll give dried lentil dumplings and pickles?

The women at the NGO made them.

Hey, please pour the tea out.

-Or it'll be too bitter. -Hmm.

-Good morning, Grandma. -Good morning.

Great! You're all ready?

Yes.

-What happened? -Here.

-I'm going. -Yes, yes.

See you, ma'am.

-Come early tomorrow. -Hmm.

Why are you rushing?

Sharmistha wanted me to go early today.

We're expecting an important visitor.

Oh my!

"Important visitor" for teaching stitching and making pickles?

Huh?

-Mom, please smell good. -Huh?

What did I just hear?

Is she going on a date?

Don't forget your lunch.

Yeah.

-Bye, guys. -Bye!

Bye.

Can you drop me on your way?

I'm running late. I was supposed to go early--

No. It'll be a detour.

Please?

Hurry up. I'm leaving right now.

Yes! I'm ready.

Mother, your food is in the kitchen.

Please warm it up in the microwave.

And call me if you need anything.

Okay.

I'm going to be late because of her.

This is what happens when you always listen to your wife.

Your dad would say no straight out.

Back in our day, men who said no were considered real men.

-You done? -Yes.

Be safe. And don't worry about me.

-I'll have lunch. -Out of my way!

-See you, Mom. -See you.

Bye.

-His lunch-- -Your lunch!

Hurry up, will you?

The light's about to go green.

-You won't be late. -Yeah, right.

Huh! Know-it-all.

Traffic signals, maps...

Learn driving too. Then you're set.

Oh, come on!

A**hole!

Are you f**king blind?

-Wait, you bastard! -S**t! S**t! S**t!

-You s**thead! -Sorry.

-You f**king scratched my car! -Sorry, sir.

-I didn't realise. -Bulls**t!

-A**hole! Scratched my car! -Why are you abusing me?

Should I worship you then?

-I didn't cuss at you. -Son of a b***h!

-It was a mistake. -Cut the crap!

-I apologised. -Why drive if you can't?

Mind your tongue.

-Or what, f**ker? -Stop cussing.

I'll break your face, a**hole!

-You scratched my car, a**! -Mind your language!

You know how expensive it is?

-How dare you, son of a b***h! -It was a mistake--

-Stop! -What?

-I've had enough! -What the hell is it?

-Why are you constantly cussing? -Oh f**k off!

-The mirror didn't break. Let it go. -(indistinct shouting)

-We're getting late-- -Shut the f**k up!

Think your dad paid for this car?

I'm getting late. Not you and your f**king pickles!

Your husband's in trouble and you're siding with the other man?

Ogling at boys on bikes, huh?

F**ker!

Don't know if you're f**king mad or just evil.

Get in the car!

-Get lost! Stop abusing! -Shut up, d**khead!