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POSTO

Catch me!

Gouri Aunty, how’s your knee now?

Knee… it’s ok now…

My suggestion is to gift a grandchild to every arthritic patitent,

They’ll be cured instantly.

Parents of Arka Lahiri!

Arka…come here… let’s go…

See you…

Hello… welcome…

Please sit

Your grandson has stood third in class…

A+ in all subjects…

Only a little weak in spellings… right?

He needs to work on his spellings a little… Ok…

Actually… as grandparents… what you are doing is amazing!...

But I think his parents should have been here today…

Actually, they are extremely busy in Kolkata…

His mother works in the loan department…

Though I usually write down everything for her…

She’ll get all the information…

Thank you…

This has to be signed…

Ok… I usually sign this… on behalf of them.

Posto!

Posto don't run!

'Bithi maa'!

Bithi catch him.

Posto stays in his own world, plays on his own

He laughs, he walks.

While walking along, sometimes he thinks hard

What if we could bring down the clouds from sky and get drenched?

Posto!

Posto likes to draw, he likes to dance.

He likes to shiver during winter.

His life sometimes gets stuck in routines and schedules

In the midnight, spirits come out and call him “Posto”

Running around in the grass, as evening falls, fireflies dance and carry him away.

Posto takes a dip in the pond and dries himself under the sun which seems so far.

Inside the hollow of a tree, inside his mind,

Posto secretly stores a lot of unknown.

Runs like a train, flies like an aeroplane

Does his maths and then throws stones in the pond

He lets the stones skim across the surface of the water

If he gets caught and someone starts chasing him,

he comes back home panting. Posto!

He smells the flowers and lies down in the open fields

He adds his dreams one by one.

Only if dad could buy him a rocket...

He could fly to the moon in search of hidden treasure.

Posto!

Running around in the grass, as evening falls, fireflies dance and carry him away.

Posto takes a dip in the pond and dries himself under the sun which seems so far.

Inside the hollow of a tree, inside his mind, Posto secretly stores a lot of unknown.

Posto!

Who's there?

Is it Uncle’s birthday today?...

Yes darling… give him a kiss…

What are these?...

These are Uncle’s diaries… music notations…

All these were written by him…

Come on… we have to whatsapp Mummum now…

Now come on… let’s start…

English?...

A+…

Bengali?...

A+…

Maths?...

A+…

Social Science?...

A+…

Spellings?...

B+…

Ok now…Music and Dance?...

A++…

Mummum when you return

bring me loads of gifts…

Come home soon…

All my savings went into chit fund from the bank…

When I kept it at home… 500 and 1000 notes were banned…

How will I pay back my loan?

I can pay back only if I get my vehicle stolen…

If the vehicle is sufficiently loaded I'll get maximum insurance.

I’m not getting that opportunity.

How do I pay the theives?...

500 and 1000 currency notes are useless.

And thieves don’t accept payment in cheque…

If you don’t clear the loan payment within a week…

then my agent will go and claim your vehicle wherever it is…

That’s final…

Madam…why are you getting angry?...

Good morning… Hey… slow down…

Your client was here… loan defaulter…

Why are you late?.... HR is very upset…

Daughter was puking… what do I say?...

She just started puking after breakfast…

Gave her medicine and had to wait…

After she felt better, dropped her at her crèche and came here…

What happened to your babysitter?

Who?... Sleeping beauty?...

My God! She's always sleeping…

My daughter is crying but she is sleeping!

My neighbour woke her up twice...

I am not lucky and relaxed as you... having an in-laws run crèche…

I’m not lucky… you are lucky…

At least you see your child at the end of the day…

You can have her smell…

For me, it’s only Whatsapp touch !

See your own child in Whatsapp…

Learn to take advantage of a situation…

What we failed to do…

Sir, Prakash Roy’s wife is ailing from cancer…

All these paintings will at least cost 50 lakhs… We got it for 15…

Don’t behave like sentimental 'bongs' Arnab…

This is exactly why 'bongs' can’t do business…

They can’t…

Try and understand the situation…

Artist is in distress… so squeeze him…

This… this… all of this…

He would have given it all for 5 lakhs…

Yes…

5 Lakhs for paintings worth 50?...

Sir, don’t forget I’m an artist… and belong to an artist's family…

I can’t cheat…

So you think I’m cheating?...

Sir, we haven’t got our salaries for the past 6 months…

Labours have not been paid their dues… you have declared your company lock out…

Now you’re buying the paintings of artists in distress… at their weakest time…

Isn't this cheating?...

Get out!...

I said get out!...

You are sacked henceforth…

My pleasure sir… In fact I’ve brought my resignation letter.

Where should I put… I’ll put it here?...

God bless you…

This is the 6th time...

you’ve quit your job…

Should I just accept everything?...

He won’t pay the labour but buy a Jaguar for his daughter…

Throw lavish parties… should I accept that?..

Don’t put chillies…

Do you think I like dealing with truck drivers and nasty owners in the loan department?...

So many times I requested H.R. to shift me... management didn't agree...

You know where all I have to travel by myself...

Metiaburuj... Panagarh... Raiganj... Durgapur...

Have I quit?...

How much is it?... Twenty rupees…

Why are you so impatient?...

What will you do now?...

I’ll be a house husband…

But I won’t work anymore, No 9 to 5 job for me…No chance…

I’ll bring Posto home from Shantiniketan…

I’ll do what we have always wanted… He’ll stay with us…

You’ll change your decision in a few days… take up a job...

What'll then happen to Posto? Come here!

Decision won’t change… Give me that binocular...

and that magic slate…

Open your mouth now…

I beg of you Ma… don’t give such big bites…

my throat hurts…

Have you seen what drama he has learnt!...

Naughty!

They are here!!!...

That’s it!...

They are here!... they are here!!...

We are here! Come here now!

Pizza! Pizza! I’ll have pizza now!

Pizza… Pizza!

No… you won’t have pizza now… You are having dinner with chicken stew…

If you have pizza now your tummy will hurt…

Come on… eat this…

We’ll keep the pizza in the fridge… You can have it for lunch at school…

Let him have pizza , Ma…

No…not with his stomach full…

You could have waited a little… He has chicken stew everyday…

He could have had pizza today…

How am I supposed to know that your train will be so late?

There’s a time for everything…

Wait… slow down! What are you doing?...

And anyway, he shouldn’t have outside food this late…

Ma let him get into the habit of eating outside food a little…

He is becoming too pampered…

Posto… sit quietly and eat…

Come on, take this..

Don’t do that… eat this now…

Babai, Mummum are here and his naughtiness knows no bound!

Now he’ll play around with these toys…

Sit down and eat first… Finish your food!...

He’ll not listen.. Posto!

Posto… listen to me now…

Posto… come here and finish your food!

So...

How is your chest pain?...

Pass me the water please…

The trees are laden with 'bael' this time, right?

And ummm… ummm…'amla'?

Instead of dancing to your wife's strings say what you have to... be a man...

We... we wish to take Posto back with us to Kolkata...

Actually...

I quit my job today....

So I was thinking if Posto could stay with us…

Baba if he doesn’t, he’ll never get to know his parents…

Isn’t it Baba?...

Baba...Baba please... I was talking to you...

Please Baba… just listen to me…

First procure a job...

Earn the qualifications to be a father...

then claim the responsibilities of a 'father'…

And if you can’t give time to your child…

You can do the least by not bribing him with gifts…

Babai, please say you'll play…

They have Granduncles Alu and Khoka including Guruji in their team…

It’ll be you and me in our team… That’s it… we will win…

Babai please play… Yeah fine I’ll play…

Put more pressure here…

Promise? Yes… promise… promise…

Posto… come on…

Let’s go to sleep now… it’s very late already… No… a little while longer…

Don’t be like that darling… Check what time you should be sleeping…

In the timetable…

Umm… 11 pm…

Then?... it’s already 12 now…

Don’t stay up anymore… Come on… you should sleep…

No… please…Mummum will be leaving tomorrow morning…

Don’t be stubborn darling… You’ve school tomorrow morning…

You’ll get late…

Come on… let’s go…

Oof!... Why are you so heartless?

You want to separate me from my mummum…

See what happens to you…

Hey… What is all this?...

From where have you learnt all this?...

Naughty boy!… from where, huh?...

He is imitating a villain child character from a daily soap…

Wait and watch what he does…

Ok ok… now wear your slippers…

Let’s go…

Good night!...

Good night!...

Was it necessary for Ma to take him away?

He could have slept with us...

Would we have a problem?...

Doesn’t Ma remember that I am his biological mother?

I need my son's touch..

In fact, I think she does this deliberately...

Hello...

I'm going to Durgapur tomorrow... Ask the client to come over there...

No... I won't speak over the phone...

Yeah... also send in the car early...

What?...

What happened?...

Baba thinks I'm worthless...

Apparently I don't have what it takes to be a father...

Ok...

Bonny is here from UK...

It's his mother's death anniversary... I'll go there...

Then...

I'll go to Posto's school...

I'll meet his Principal...

Then I'll take him to Kolkata... Till then...

I'll stay in Shantiniketan itself...

Rafiul Islam from Siuri... 43 years old...

Has died...

Ghulam Mohammed Hossein... from Dubrajpur...

Died from a day's fever...

Shantiniketan...

...has deadly dengue...

Don't stay here for long...

Leave...

Move aside...

Put on the mosquito net...

Get up now honey...

A little more please... No more... come on we'll get late for school...

Come on... come on..

So many problems since morning!

So much work!

Don't be naughty now... come on...

and these schools start so early...

I'll get your tea sister...

Sir, your tea...

Don't do that... almost done...

Teeth have to be brushed properly...

Come on...

Here, wear the clothes...

We'll get late otherwise...

Goodmorning Mummum...

God knows if Sir had his tea or not...

Running around like this since morning...

Give the whole pizza... the whole thing...

No... I won't give the whole thing...

Tummy will ache... have a slice... No give the whole thing...

Why are you cutting the apple?

It becomes mouldy if you cut it...

Ma gives me the whole apple...

It's ok... eat the pizza today... have the apple tomorrow...

Come on... you'll get late now...

Get the creative writing copy from Joydeep...

And don't leave the Art and Crafts notebook in school...

Bring it back... I'm reminding you.. Don't leave the Art and Crafts notebook back....

I will leave it in school... What?...

I'll also not get the creative writing notebook from Joydeep...

Okay... Then wait and watch what happens to you...

Tata Posto!... Bye bye Babai...

I'll make you sit in the garden at night...

Then they'll come down from the trees and grab you...

Then you'll see... come on... here you go...

Why have you made my bag so heavy?...

If something happens to me then you will be solely responsible...

Look at his drama!

Naughty!

Bye bye Ma... bye bye mummum...

Bye sweetheart...

Bye darling!... Go safe...

Didn't you get biscuits for your sister?...

I'll get them... Get those homemade cookies too...

How long will you be there in Durgapur?...

Two days...

Your son has quit his job... have you heard?...

There was nothing other than two trees?...

This whole area was then looked after by the Bearded Man...

He was very strong and this tall!...

Did he have moustache?..

Yes... moustache rolled up like this...

With a bamboo stick in his hand...

Was the Bearded Man a dacoit?...

Ummm... Yes...

Ma please keep this... What is this?...

This is for Posto... Ma please don't say no...

Trust me, I earn enough... For both of us... Ma... please...

Let Anu start earning again...

Anyway your father gets his pension...

Giving out tuitions... What else do we need?...

Whatever you have given us for Posto...

Everything has been saved...

We haven't spent a penny...

Whatever you've given us for seven years...

Seven years!...

You know it... that we are still alive...

Only for Posto...

I couldn't even be part of his childhood...

Taking him to school... preparing his tiffin for school...

Bathing him... feeding him...

Sleeping together...

I got nothing...

Even I could have done it Ma...

Trust me, I could have managed...

How are my friends managing it?...

Arunita, Sathi, Debarati... They are working mothers as well...

They are still managing...

Arunita is a single parent... divorcee...

She is bringing up a 5 year old daughter all by herself...

Does everyone have the luxury of living with grandparents?...

I miss Posto so much...

You couldn't have managed...

You couldn't have darling...

Anu had just joined his job then...

Used to get his salary every alternate month...

You had this small one room flat in Kolkata...

You had also just joined...

How could you have managed?...

You don't have anybody from your side of the family...

Look at me... Look at me now...

Is Posto unhappy here?

Are we not raising him properly?

I haven't said that Ma...

Ma all that I'm saying is that Arnab has time now...

I'll also get some time out...

Ma please let us take Posto with us...

Whatever you've told me is fine...

I dare you to go say this to his grandfather...

He'll chop you in to pieces...

Don't I've enough trouble already?...

On this soft and sunny winter morning...

Today's famous cricket match's commentary is being made by...

Me... Khoka...

From this ground in Purba Pally...

Today's famous match..

Grandpas Vs Kids...

In the Grandpa's team we have...

Haren, Achintya, Bubla and that famous pair...

Dinu and Alu...

In the kids team we have Akash, Joydeep,Kaju, Chota, tiny Bunty...

...and our little Posto!...

Go safe...

Yeah... Call on reaching...

Yeah... I'll call surely...

Anu has taken his bowling position.

He is rubbing the ball on his pants...

Dinu takes his stance...

Dinu who plays like Vinu Mankad...

Wait wait... one second... one second...

My Mummum is leaving... let me just go meet her once...

What is this?...Wicketkeeper, Posto is running towards the boundary line...

He is running across the field... a white car is standing there...

Bye bye Mummum...

Wicketkeeper Posto is being cuddled by his mother...

Listen now... don't be naughty... be a good boy... ok? Promise?...

Give me a kissy...

Go on...

What an emotional moment!

How wonderful!

Posto is now back in his position as wicket keeper...

Anu has taken up the bowling mark...

Dinu is ready with his stance...

Anu has started his run-up.

He bowls a short length ball...

And Dinu has hit it...

It's a four!

Ball has crossed the boundary.

Where has your infamous son taken your grandchild?

They've gone to Bonny's house.

Irresponsible...

Spineless...

Dependent on his wife...

that's who your son is! He is your son too.

Hey, listen!

Why do you drive using half clutch?

That's why it gets damaged so often!

There are so many fireflies...

Do you know what they are called in English?

Firefly!

Do you know why do they light up like this?

They use their light to send signal to their friends...

And say 'Let's go on a trip'... 'Let's lay eggs'...

And how do they light up?

They have a chemical in their tummy... that is how they light up...

Who told you all this?

Guruji...

Ok... so do you know what are fireflies called in Japanese?

What?...

Hotaru...

Why?...

Because the Japanese believe that when our loved ones leave us oneday...they become fireflies...

Like Uncle?... Hmm...

Guruji... Ma... Me and Mummum...

All of us will become fireflies one day...

Me too?...

Fireflies…

Countless in numbers…

Let’s catch a handful of them…

And tame them!

Lighting up the night sky… Fireflies…

...have dimmed the stars!

Pick up the light from the trees...

And pour them on us in all seriousness!

The uncanny evening is filled with fun...

The light bugs fly around like pieces of phosphorus!

Are you listening to the whispering tales?

Only fireflies that give light...

The fantasies they weave along…

Spread your hands to the sky...

And lets lose our way on our bicycles…

We have arranged for some food for everybody...

If you would kindly step in please..

Papa... What now?

Bhuvanda is not giving us fish...

I have asked Bhuvanda not to...

Bonny are you leaving this week?

No... we are going to be here for a while...

Aunty didn't get much time with Tubai and Tublu right?

I had asked Ma to come over to UK several times...

...asked her to sell off this house and live with me...

We'll all live together... spend the rest of your life with us...

She didn't listen... look what happened..

No no... I can't possibly go...

I'm having that breathing trouble again...

Your mother's blood pressure has also become very unstable...

In this state... I won't be able to travel abroad.

What?...

You're coming?... My goodness! When?

During the fair?...

You can come...

But... the bathroom is completely out of use...

We are having to go to the fields for the morning rituals...

Yeah... I'll let you know if I feel any better...

I'll call you later...

You lied to your son?...

You won't get it...

If I tell him that I'm fine he'll drag me to USA...

What?... Yes...

And if you say that the bathroom is broken down...

No NRI will ever try to come home...

Your son is inviting you... Why don't you go to America?

You know why is he calling us to America?...

To raise his kids...

Where will you get such free babysitters like your old parents?

Do you know the creche charges there?

How much the babysitters charge?...

They'll squeeze away your last penny...

You'll go to America... in the beginning it's all fine...

You'll be treated really well...

You'll see the Niagra falls... go to Hollywood...

Visit the Statue of Liberty...

And in a couple of days, they'll make you the baby sitter!

You'll turn into a statue... No liberty...

You and your wife are left raising the child...

Changing nappies... wiping poop...

And your daughter-in-law is roaming around in Miami...

...with full liberty...

You...for example, come daily to school to fetch your grand daughter...

Why tell me?... Why?...

Because if you miss a single day...

They'll shunt you off to an old age home directly...

And if you stay at home... They'll make you eat only boiled vegetables...

I've raised you, educated you... even gave you property share...

and sent you abroad... I'm done...

Responsibilities again!... no way!

These days my heart starts racing at my son's calls...

If my son really loved me why would I feel like this?...

Has Posto returned?...

Not yet?...

Look at him...

Dedicated babysitter...

Do you remember our catering business?

Huh... what are you saying!

At that age... our very first business venture...

And we made profit man!

We made profit...

and you ditcher!... you flew off to Cambridge!

Cambridge brother... can't ignore...

That is when I got involved with Susmita as well...

Susmita got pregnant before you got married right?...

I mean... as you had told me...

On one hand she is pregnant...

Don't know where we'll live...

struggling artist...

that is exactly where everything went wrong!...

Finally we settled in Kolkata leaving Posto with my parents...

Now I feel that the decision to keep Posto here, was a correct one...

Otherwise we couldn't have done this struggle...

I don't think so...

I think the decision was wrong...

See... every child should see his or her parents' struggle...sacrifice...

However hard it might be...

That creates respect and love for their parents...

The child doesn't even know how you earn the money...

the father returning home at night...

his shirt all sweaty from the day's work...

Ma, making his favourite dish, after getting back...

making a special one...

In the morning father busy with his conference calls...

Mother is running...

mother, father and the child...

all of them are struggling for their own existence...

fighting for their own space...

That's life! that's reality!

Why did we go to our grandparents?

to be spoilt by them...

But parents should bring up a child!

I mean... that is my take...

Understood?

What you understood...

I failed to understand these past seven years...

I'll just go and check on Posto.

Get up! What are you doing?

What the hell!

Why is it bleeding?... What happened?... How?...

It's okay it's okay... What happened?

It's nothing... We were playing WWF...

Always upto mischief ! Leave the room at once!

Oh my god! It's bleeding...

Nothing... nothing... he'll be fine... Why did you go leave me alone?...

I was just in the next room... Wait one second...

You weren't here and they were beating me...

Nobody beat you... You just got hurt while playing...

Do I get some antiseptic?...cotton?... Nothing... check if you could get some ice please...

Nothing has happened champ!

One gets hurt while playing! I have gotten hurt so many times!

Don't worry don't cry. Here... let me see...

Nothing... nothing... There's no blood anymore...

Listen don't tell anything to Guruji and Ma... You just got hurt a little...

And that can happen to anyone right?...

So Posto... remember what we discussed... ok?

Ma... Ma... Ma...

Open the door...

What happened?... What is wrong sweetheart?...

I was beaten up by all the kids there.

They hit me on my nose... It was bleeding from here...

Why?... How did it happen?

Everybody was beating me...

Why are you lying Posto?... What are you saying?...

Why would such a small kid lie?

Nothing happened Ma... He got hurt while playing...

That's fine... you get hurt while playing...

Let me see... what happened...

Come here... come here...

Wait... I'll check your nose with a torch...

Does it hurt here? Ah!...

Here?...

Oh!... it is all red inside...

Wait I'll give you a dose of Arnica... You'll be alright...

You know what Ma?...

He isn't going out... he isn't mixing with people...

Not making friends... He is gradually becoming old...

He is behaving like a...

Like whom?...

Ma he has to mix with other people...

Haven't I played in my childhood?... Haven't I got hurt?...

Didn't I get hurt here and there?...

He is so fragile, I can't believe he is my son.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?...

You couldn't take care of your son for one evening...

Irresponsible!

When he got hurt where were you?...

You dare blame him! I am ashamed that you are my son...

You'll take him to Kolkata...

You'll kill him if you take him to Kolkata...

Bloody irresponsible!

Why did you say such things?

You spoke so rudely... he left the house...

Good that he has left...

Very good...

Hey... is something wrong with you?...

Are you ok?...

A little tired... that's it...

Guruji...

End to all troubles.

Ok... come on now...

See you, Okay!

When I was younger...

My voice didn't have much strength.

That is why they didn't make me the class monitor...

Now I am all grown up... and I have power in my voice...

That is why they have made me the class monitor now...

What did you do as a monitor then?...

As a monitor I told Joydeep and Arjun...

make sure that you do your home work...

Take care to finish your tiffin.

And when Ma'am is teaching in class ... don't talk...

I also told them...

Guruji!

What happened Guruji? Get up... Guruji get up...

I'm feeling unwell... Guruji get up!...

Help! Help!

Anybody here?

Guruji! Guruji get up please... get up!

Guruji please...

A bridge lies spread across Ajoy river...

Roads on its banks...

A few fishermen sit with their nets...

Spread like spider webs...

A few nurses from the city come here to enjoy the sun...

They like this river...

May be not just that...

May be it is a masculine name...

Wow! Wow Momo!...

It started in Kolkata...

The biggest food chain right now...

they are now spread across India in 6 cities...

with 52 outlets...

They have got an investment of 10 Crores from India Angel Network...

Do you know how much they started off with?...

Thirty thousand only...

Can you believe it? So?...

26 years old Sreemoyee Chakraborty in London...

Has started her own pop-up business...

Restaurant... Calcutta Street...

Why are you telling me all this?...

Are you going to do something?...

We shall do something...

Start-up business...

Food chain in UK...

Investment is mine...

Brain and labour... yours...

Of course conditions apply...

You have to give a minimum five years of guarantee...

You can't leave in the middle...

We'll have an agreement...

Get Susmita and Posto to London...

Posto will grow up with Tubai and Tublu...

Susmita can join us... or she can do her own thing...

Big decision... take your time...

It will take time to set up the restaurant...

Interiors will be yours...

It'll be a hit!

Mark my words...

But there's one thing...

Start up business in a middle-class family...

means career suicide...

You take care of your daddy issues, brother...

Hello?... yeah...

What?...

I'll be there right away...

I have spoken to them in Kolkata...

So they'll first do a TMT... treadmill test...

If its positive then they'll go for Bypass or angioplasty...

But now... you shouldn't delay any further...

Immediately you have to go...

These are your father's medical insurance paper...

And some money...don't say no.

Come sit with me...

Spend this money on your father... test and doctor's fees...

Nowadays you tell us nothing about yourself...

Today...

Something really good happened...

Bonny has offered me a business partnership...

A restaurant venture in London...

He wants me to take my family along... He will invest...

Do you have to discuss this now?...

Bonny wants to make an advance payment right away...

Can you imagine Ma?...

Posto will grow up in U.K...

What?

Posto... Posto will study in London...

Have you lost it?...

Have you told this to your father?

I think that is why he had a heart attack...

Ma I haven't told anybody... only you...nobody knows!

The two of you can go to London... Dubai... Open restaurant, food joints, salons...

Posto won't go...

Ma you know that ultimately Posto will live with us...

If we go to London... you think we'll leave Posto here?

No....You want your father to leave us forever?...

Ma...Don't you dare bring this up again! Shut up!

But listen to me once...Quiet!

See your father has a very complicated blockage...

For which we aren't going for any angioplasty or bypass...

Instead we'll keep him in a medical program..

At least for 6 months...

In case he has a chest pain again... Or any further complications...

Good afternoon... in that case we shall go for an angioplasty...

Actually he is above 72 right?...

At this age... we shall not go for a bypass...

Do you realize...what will happen if the operation happens now?...

No UK... no business...

Nothing...

Vodka...

I don't think he'll need the bypass right now...

But still man... every time things are settling in life...

Then only...

Don't think about all this now... Why not?

These days...does anyone receive an offer like this?

Tell me... will they?...

Ma and Baba need your support right now... Exactly!... that is what I'm trying to ...

Once I go to UK I'll be able to support them the most...

They have to realize that they have grown old now...

Once Posto's burden is gone, Ma and Baba will be the most relaxed...

And they don't understand...

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Posto's case isn't that easy...

I can get that as a mother and you can't?...

It's very very delicate...

Posto has been living with them for a very long time now...

This has to be handled very slowly...

With time... little by little...

Posto has to get accustomed to our life...

You and your father both are raving mad...

We also have to understand Ma and Baba's situation honey...

Nowadays...

Deliberately...the man sleeping in the living room insults me...

Do you see that or you don't?... Tell me yes or no...

He insults me...

I know...

Don't react...

No... don't react... as if you didn't even hear...

Somebody has to keep his calm... right honey?...

Raving mad...

What is this?..

Where are you going so early ?...

Home...

Meaning?...

You're going home like this... all alone?... meaning?...

I'll not stay here a minute longer...

Slow down...

Why are you overtaking?... There's no need for all that...

Baba I'm driving at 60 Km per hour...

This is a high way... we can speed upto 100... let me drive please...

Driving on the highway is a different proposition...

It's not everyone's cup pf tea...

Put on the indicators... I have... long time back...

Do you use half clutch?...

Baba will you please let me drive?... We'll get into an accident now...

Someone who has no control over his life or character...

How can he control a car?...

Meaning?...

Meaning those who are alcoholics...

They are not good drivers...

How is my driving related to this?...

I really don't understand...

What an experience I had in Kolkata!

I woke up last night out of thirst... was looking for water...

Saw a bottle on the table... thought it must be water...

The moment I drank it... oh my God!...

My insides were on fire...

There's alcohol in the kitchen...

Alcohol in the refrigerator...

Bottles beside the window...

Bottles even in the garden in Shantiniketan...

Oh my God! How terrible!

You have to be sent to the rehab...

It's a blessing that Posto doesn't live with you...

How will he live?

Alcoholic, jobless father...

How can a child live there?

I am an alcoholic... happy?...

I'll lead my life the way I want...

You don't like anything about me...

My life... my nature... me getting gifts for Posto...

Nothing...

You just don't like me... That's all...

And yes... I am not jobless...

I am starting a business... Going over to UK...

The deal has been closed...

And I'll take Posto along...

From now on Posto will live with his parents...

I am worthless right?

I don't have what it takes to be a father...

Today I'm challenging you Baba...

I'll take Posto to Kolkata... I'll take him to UK...

Lets see how you stop me...

Hey... What are you doing?..

Baba... close the door...

Baba what are you doing?... Baba...

Baba close the door...

Baba...

Baba please I'm begging of you...

Oof !

Baba please get into the car...

You are not well... Baba please...

Baba... Ma will scold me...

Baba... Ma will kill me...

You're unwell...

Baba, I'm begging of you...

Please get into the car...

You're unwell...

Baba, this is looking really awkward... please...

I'm begging your forgiveness...

Hey... where's your father?

Baba got off ahead... Meaning?.

You let him get off in this state?...

Baba doesn't listen to me... He got off...

I was scared of this...

The moment I heard you're returning together...

I knew something will go wrong...

Posto finish your food... I'll write to Posto's principal tomorrow...

I'll take Posto away to Kolkata... I won't stay a second longer in this house..

Have patience... it's still a week left to his holidays...

Then we'll see... Posto... No... we have to go before that Ma... Posto!

See... see how he has become... Doesn't listen to me at all...

Posto... come here...

He does this only when you are around...

Eat... stand and eat... finish your food...

It's already so late... he still hasn't returned...

You shouldn't have left your father alone... Ma, Baba doesn't listen to me...

What you do is beyond me!

Where are you?

What is this?...

Didn't I ask you to...

sit quietly and eat...

One tight slap!

Lower your hand...

Lower your hand right now!

You have no right to discipline him...

Nobody has the right to hit him in this house...

He is my son!

You were challenging me, right?

Even I'm telling you...

I'll see how you even take Posto to Kolkata...

Leave aside London...

I'll see you in the court ...

Your honour!...

Today is a fascinating day!...

One can call it historic as well...

Dale Carnegie has said...

When dealing with people... you remember...

you're not dealing with creatures of logic...

but the creatures of emotion...

today is the day to experience that...

We know that...

In the court of law there is no space for emotion...

Emotion, principles and this fight with law is an old one...

1890...

Guardian and Wards Act... in its clause 19 says...

In the presence of the father... anybody else

...can demand the right to guardianship...

This is that case...

My client, Mr Dinen Lahiri...

Has claimed the right to guardianship of his grandson, Arka Lahiri...

What is important here is that...

the Honorable Supreme Court has time and again stressed that...

in case of guardianship and child custody...

First and the paramount consideration is the welfare of the child...

And not the power or rights of the parents under any statute...

His parents are alive...

... in a happy married relationship...

Then one might ask... why this case?...

Because ever since his birth... Arka...

Has been brought up by his grandfather Dinen Lahiri...

Arka's father had officially written a letter to his son's school...

that in their absence... they stay a little far away...

Mr Dinen Lahiri and Gouri Lahiri...

will be the guardians of Arka..

My honour...

We have seen this sort of cases between parents...

But today's case is between the grandfather and father...

My client Mr Dinen Lahiri is a socially responsible citizen...

He has been a professor for 33 years...

This should be noted that he has not claimed parental rights...

He has claimed the guardianship...

Naturally...

A few questions may arise here...

What is proper guardianship?...

Parents have come and visited for seven years... gone back...

Today they are here to take Arka abroad...

Is he the true guardian?

Or the man who is bringing up Arka... educating him... nurturing him...

Arka is growing up under his guidance and love...

He is walking towards a secured future...

Dinen Lahiri is claiming guardianship to keep that innocent child with him...

Who is the rightful guardian then?

The biological parents?

Or the caregiver parents?...

Who is the guardian then?..

Devaki or Yashoda?...

Who is the guardian?...

That's all your honour!...

Milord!

This isn't even a case...

If this case goes on... then parents..

will never want to keep their children with their grandparents...

They'll be scared... yes scared...

In today's world... which is the world of working parents...

These grandparents should stand by their children...

Help them... but instead they are becoming barriers...

In the path of their future...

This case is trying to take away a child from the rightful love of his parents...

This case is against progression...

The most regressive appeal I've ever heard your honour!

Now we all know that there are people in Kolkata... who buy their own house in Shantiniketan... right?

Now they appoint a caretaker to look after the place...

But the owners visit every weekend...

they pay the electric bills... tax... now...

After 7 years... if these owners decide that they shall sell off the house...

and shift somewhere else... then what will happen?...

Then the caretaker will oppose that...

he'll say that to sell off the house his permission has to be taken...

Why?... because he now claims to be the owner of the house..

because he has looked after the house for these 7 years...

This case should be stopped immediately...

Because this is a combative father's insensitivity towards his own son...

Objection your honour...

Nivedita ma'am...

a caretaker gets a salary to look after the house...

But in blood relation... where you are nurturing your next generation...

Monetary transactions have not taken place...

Objection your honour... monetary transactions have happened...

My client, has regularly given money to Mr Dinen Lahiri's wife, Gouri Lahiri...

For looking after Arka...

Monetary transactions happen among blood relatives...

For your kind information, I'd like to inform you...

that money has been all saved in the bank in Arka's name...

My client hasn't even touched it...

This is similar to that historic comment...

that the money kept on the table as bribe...

remains untouched... claims the bribe taker!

This case rests today...

For me, this case is extremely important...

And very sensitive in the social context...

5th is the next date for the second hearing of this case...

The court is adjourned for the day...

Seize this car...

Don't listen to anything!

Hello... Nothing much happened today...

They just presented the case today...

Nothing happened?

5th is the next date...

Hey, I have to hang up call you later...

So Mr. Arnab...

Brick falls off the neighbour's wall... sue the neighbours...

Crow drops garbage in your compound... the neighbours get sued for that...

Maid forgets to pay the bill... CESC gets sued for that...

Your father has that north Calcuttan trait to sue everybody...

You'll have tea right?... Not me...

You?..

Nemai... give me two teas please...

So?...

Next day will be cross-examination...

He'll be able to bear it right?...

Will Father be insulted?...

If a father can sue a son...

he has to face the consequences...

Without my knowledge...

You took money from your son...

For that I was...

...insulted in the court today...

How many times I warned you against taking it...

Your honour, today I shall call upon the main witness of this case... Mr Dinen Lahiri...

Usually...

...a person retires at 60...

Why did you retire at 63?...

Possibly they liked my work...

And the department couldn't find a proper replacement immediately...

Your son and wife are alive?

Yes... I have two sons...

One is alive... the other has passed away...

Were these sons raised by you?...

Yes here... in Shantiniketan...

How do you spend your days after retirement?...

If you could share your daily routine with us...

Daily routine means...

waking up in the morning...

After freshening up...

I wake my grandson up...

Then I take him to school...

The school is nearby... I walk him to school...

From there, I may go to the market... or bank...

I finish all that...

Then I bring my grandson back from school...

I usually study in the afternoon... Read the newspaper...

Once my grandson's afternoon siesta gets done...

I take him to the playground...

After getting back from there... we usually practice music...

Then we sit to study for a while...

Oh dear!...

It's all about your grandson...

So you spend almost ten to eleven hours after your grandson...

Tell me, after retirement...

have you ever been on a trip with your wife ?

Not really...

Once along with my wife,

my grandson... and a group of my friends...

Had gone to Varanasi once...

So how did you become responsible for your grandson?...

He is my...

second child, Arnab's son...

When he was born... seven years ago... here in Shantiniketan...

At that point, his father and my daughter-in-law... were not exactly settled...

That is when we unanimously decided... that Posto...

By Posto, I mean, my grandson... will live with us...

That is why he lives with us...

And my son and daughter-in-law had agreed to this at that time.

Didn't you feel annoyed? Irritated?

It was supposed to be your retired life...

I'll not deny that I did get irritated in the beginning...

I even used to get annoyed at times...

Waking up at midnight... looking after the baby...

Staying up at night time and again...

Probably then I...

But later... gradually I started liking it...

Slowly I started enjoying it...

Before retiring I'd always be a little anxious...

About how will my retirement days be like...

Will it be a cursed existence?

But when my grandson came along...

I felt like...

God has heard my prayers.

So he has sent him along...

I found a new meaning to my life...

And your grandson's parents?...

They stay in Kolkata...

come during weekends... they even take my grandson along at times...

I don't blame them...

They are genuinely very busy...

So then you are not Arka's biological father...

then why are you claiming his guardianship?...

See...

Arka is regularly getting class ranks in his school...

He is a very bright and brilliant student... He is a very good singer...

Taking him away from this environment of Shantiniketan forcefully would be like...

Uprooting a tree from its roots...

It would be like that I feel...

My son is also going to start a new business...

Till the time I am sure of my grandson's future...

Till then I... rather us... me and my wife...

We are not going to let our grandson go...

Milord... this was Dinen Lahiri's statement regarding the case...

This is a regular incident...

In India, mostly all grandparents are playing this role...

Why only in India?...

In USA...there are 7.5 million children who much like Dinen Lahiri's grandson...

Are being brought up by grandparents...

Please check the No.33 page of my petition...

Milord the numbers are even greater in China...

Most schools in India, nowadays, celebrate Grandparents' Day...

Because 80% children…

Either get co-parenting or full-parenting from their grandparents…

Therefore my client, Dinen Lahiri’s case is not an absurd story…

This is the reality…

Thus, I would request the honourable court…

That keeping my client’s experience as a teacher…

His experience of bringing up his two children…

And also his role in Arka’s life since his birth till date…

To consider all of this… judge accordingly…

And give Arka’s custody to my client…

Thank you…

Opposition may proceed…

Oh God!...

Finally…

I thought I won’t get a chance today…

You’ve got it now…

No, I mean... history of grandparents…

branching out in various countries… It's fine!

Mr Lahiri… you shall have to bear with us for a little longer…

How old are you?...

73…

When did your mother pass away?...

60... 62...

Father?...

72...

Do you remember anybody else's expiry ages?

Uncle also... seventy...

Wow...

You've got an extension in life as well?...

Early death history in family...

And you're still going strong at 73?...

Good… very good…

Have a look at this medical prescription please...

Whose is this? Mine…

What does it say?... If you can please read…

Names of medicines... and a few tests have been suggested for later…

Test… What tests?...

Heart related…

And if the test results are positive?... then?...

If test results are positive…

Angioplasty or Bypass might happen ... that’s it…

Oh God!...

So if you have a by-pass surgery…

Then you'll be able to return home the next day right?...

No…

No?...

How long will you need to stay?...

Maybe 10 days… or more…

Oh dear!

But your son and daughter-in-law will be abroad at that time...

Then who will take care of your dear grandson during this time?...

My wife…

Your wife?...

But as far as I know…

Your wife is a patient of osteoarthritis...

Alright…

Take a look at this ECG report…

Whose is it?...

Mine…

When and why did this had to be done?...

Kindly elaborate…

4th November…

I was coming back…

Had a sudden black out…

and fell down…

My God!...

How did you return home?...

In a rickshaw…

Who summoned the rickshaw?...

Passerbys?...

My grandson was there with me that day…

He called the rickshaw…

Could you please give us some details?...

I started feeling unwell…

And…

fell down on the side of the road…

Pick up my Guruji…

Guruji! Guruji!..

I wonder what would have happened if my grandson wasn't there that day...

That means a seven year old grandson... is saving his 70 years old grandpa....

Brilliant!...

meaning the man who wants to become a guardian...

What has happened to him?... He has fallen...

And whose guardianship he wants has become the guardian...

Brilliant milord...

Milord, Mr Dinen Lahiri is the most selfish and combative old man I've ever come across...

Old people need sticks...

his grandson is the same to him...

He is using his grandson for his own sake...

We get these toys that run on key in the fair...

To him, his grandson is just like that toy!

Your honour,

Arka Lahiri has a bright future in front of him....

He'll study abroad... in London...

And he is preventing that?...

His family history…

His health condition…

wife's health condition... You've heard it all…

I really don’t understand that how can he claim guardianship of Arka...

Just imagine Milord…

Just imagine the trauma the child had to go through on that day...

It is our duty to take care that a day like that is not repeated in that child's life...

Mr. Lahiri how many children do you have?...

Two...

Both are alive?...

No... my first child passed away...

How?... how did he pass away?...

Objection your honour...

Death of a child is a very traumatic experience....

Reminding a father of that....

Milord that death has relevance in this case...

Has no relevance...

It has milord...

You need to give me time...

Objection overruled…

I'm grateful, Your Honour…

Tell me… go on… How did your son die Mr Lahiri?...

Ok... leave it... I’ll tell you…

Look at this…Is this death certificate familiar?...

Whose is this?...

My son's…

Excuse me, I have something to say…

Please don’t ask my father all this … please…

Mr Arnab…

I'm not playing a friendly benefit match with Mr Chatterjee here...

If it's painful for you... please step outside...

This is my court… and here I decide the rules ...

Look at this?

Do you recognize this?...

My son’s…

How did he die?...

What is written here?...

What is the reason of death?...

Death due to cardiac arrest…

What is the age that's mentioned?...

30 years...

Cardiac arrest at the age of 30!

Heart attack at the age of 30!

Why?

Stress...

overdose of drugs...

He was on drugs?... Was he an addict?...

What sort of addiction?...

I don’t know… You don’t know?...

I’ll tell you… I’ll tell you all…

Do you recogsise this?

On this last page... what is written here?...

Go ahead, read…

This is your son’s journal isn’t it?...

Do you recognize it?...

Yes…

Hmm…

Milord…

On every page of this journal…

You can find the frustrations of a 30 year old young man…

His pain has been noted here…

At times he has written…

All diseases will drain…

In the name of my father…

And at times…he writes...

All the mistakes made…

Will wash away the mark left by death…

Here look at this last page… look sharp…

What does it say?...

I’ll tell you…It says…

To my father…

Let all songs stop in the book of songs…

Then?...

Give me eternal silence…

Wash away…

Wash away…

Silence…

Give me more silence…

Then?...

Let all songs stop in the book of songs…

Iman-Kalyan...

I couldn’t…

What couldn't he?

What silence?... Wash away what?...

Why couldn't he?

Why does he say this to his father time and again?...

Objection your honour!,,,

My client is being emotionally blackmailed...

This isn't blackmail…

This is the truth... the real picture...

Please give me sometime... milord please...

Objection overruled…

Thank you, your honour…

Tell me, why does he keep repeating this to his father?...

Father! I couldn’t… Tell me...

Apu was my first child...

My best student..

Not only the environment of Shantiniketan…

He had made Tagore's songs his life...

He really wanted to...

become a teacher here...

and spend his days like that…

But he didn’t get the chance…

Though he had all the qualifications...

This incident caused me a lot of pain…

I was very heartbroken...

he, too, broke down..

Unable to get a chance used to eat away at him...

At him?...

Or did it eat away at you?...

Be honest… didn’t you blame him for not getting through?...

The way you blame all your children…

Didn’t you blame Mr Arnab?... Didn’t you call him jobless?... Alcoholic?...

He is not worth being a father…

Haven’t you mocked him in front of his son for quitting his job?...

Mr Lahiri…

You couldn’t keep your first child…

It wasn’t stress… or depression…

You, virtually, pushed him towards suicide …

This is practically a suicide note… And you are to blame for it… You…

You couldn’t even keep your first child…

How do you even imagine keeping your grandson?

And… that’s all your honour.

Fierce gales speed forth Clouds darken all directions

Oarsman! Time to steer the boat.

You hold tight the rudder I will unfurl the sails...

Row, row, row your boat Heave and Ho!

In it’s chains time and again Echo the clash of cymbals...

Doubt-laden cries they are not.

The boat can endure the anchors no more.

Restlessly it rocks therefore...

Row, row, row your boat Heave and Ho!

I’ll have to take Posto to Kolkata, Ma…

For his passport…

Anu...

Will you be able to take care of him?...

I’ll be at home…

I have nothing to do apart from going to the court…

Blessings...

My respect... Guruji.

I’ll have to tell your father…

What’s there to tell, Ma?...

Ma, please understand this clearly…

Baba is going to lose this case…

So, lessen your attachment towards Posto…

Gradually, let him go.

Otherwise, while giving him up completely...

It'll hurt more...

No… no…

Don’t look downwards…

Look up… look up… yes…

Yes… open your voice…

Sing in clear tones.

Come here…

Anu wants to take him to Kolkata… Why are you obstructing?...

Let them go...

Have you gone mad?...

A legal fight is going on… You don’t get its seriousness?...

You’ll send the person concerned to Kolkata?...

They’ll brainwash him over there…

Put the London bug in his head…

All this is happening on the advice of that evil lawyer woman…

Don’t I know that?...

Why are you dragging your court case into the house?...

Shit!

What did you say now?...

What did you just say son?...

Shit… I said shit…

Where did you hear this from?...

Who taught you all this?...

Dad...

I’ve heard it from Dad…

Do you have anything to say even after this?...

If he really needs to go…

We shall take him along…

Left hand…

now right…

Will you buy that big train for me?...

Yes, you brat! I’ll buy you all the toys…

And only then I’ll be your best Mummum…

Hello… hello…

Bonny has transferred Rs 2 Lakhs…

Wow…that’s superb!

Passports are done…

All done…

I’m just worried that if the case still goes on…

Posto!...

Come here and eat…

Be careful and eat… And finish that drawing…

You come and check my painting once it's done.

Okay.

Dad, I have something to say to you…

In fact, this concerns all of you…

What is this legal case Dad?...

It’s your and Arnab’s ego fight…that’s it!

But...

none of you are considering my feelings…

Dad, at Arnab's single request I'm quitting my steady job.

Haven’t thought about my career even for once…

I’ve only thought that Arnab is, finally, getting some space for himself…

I’ll stay beside him.. support him…

So that he gets some confidence.

I’ll take care of my family…

Whatever job I take up in UK, will be new for me…

That’s a new life for me…

Why do I need that?...

All of you are aware that my office has repeatedly wanted to promote me…

But I didn’t take it…

Because accepting that would mean shifting to Mumbai…

Going away from my family… from Posto… That is why I’ve stayed back…

Let me speak Arnab…

Both of you’ve said a lot till now…

Let me speak today?...

I never had any problem with Posto staying with you…

He is getting the same love that he’d get from my parents if they were alive…

Ma even if nobody else knows…

But you do…

Leaving Posto behind with you...

I took injections to stop my breast milk…

I’ve gone through that pain as well…

If as a mother…

as a woman… I’ve been able to make this sacrifice…

Then you should be able to do it too…

Why aren’t you being able to do it?...

Dad, I just have one question…

Why can’t Posto live with his mother?...

What wrong have I done?...

Do you think I’ll not keep him happy?...

Baba you’re forgetting one thing… Apart from Arnab, there’s me…

As a mother I have an equal right…

Till date nobody ever questioned by ability in my office…

But you are continuously doing it…

I know Dad… what Posto means to you…

Apu…

My elder brother...

Your unfinished sculpture…

You’ve once lost to destiny… but not again…

That is why the music practice…

Those cricket matches…

Going to the playground…

The same songs…

Your same wait outside the school…

You are looking for 'Apu' in Posto, Dad…

Please don’t stop Posto…

Because you didn’t let Apu leave this place..

That was his frustration… And you know that…

He didn’t get a chance to teach there… because of internal politics…

Because you were a teacher there…

your son did not get a chance… and who got punished for that?...

My brother… Apu…

Dad, even you got a place at SR in Kolkata…

Why didn’t you go?...

Like Barin uncle, if you had accepted, things would have been different…

You know it very well dad...

that Barin uncle, today, has a music school in USA.

Why didn’t you go Dad?.. Why?...

Whatever Shantiniketan had given me…

I wanted to return that favour…

It’s a different world now, Dad…

Now after Apu passed away…

...all your anger was channelled towards me…

It was as if...

...why didn’t I go instead of my brother…

I still don’t get it, Dad… Why do you dislike me so much?...

I know...

...that I’m not the best…

I’m very very average…

Very average…

Inspite of being an artist, why don’t you paint?...

I wished to create a platform for new talent…

That is why you decided to take up a job?...

Yes… What?...

What job was this?...

Consultant Art curator…

I used to advise them on buying paintings...

Why did you quit?...

They were cheating…

The platform they had created was all a lie…

The platform they had created was all a lie…

I have grown up to my father’s principles…

So couldn’t compromise…

Mr. Arnab… so you’re shifting abroad?...

Yes… with my son and wife…

What will be your daily routine there?...

Could you give us an idea?...

As far as I know...

I’ll wake up around 6.40… and get ready…

That’ll take around 50 minutes…

Hmmm…

Then we’ll get our son ready…

Drop him to the crèche…

Another 40 mins…

7 hours of work… maximum 8…

They have really good daycare centres over there…

Child clubs and crèche…

I’ll check according to the budget…

Me and my wife will give time alternately…

Milord… today we are confronted with a very important question…

Time…

… the quantity or quality of time… Which is important?...

In this age of working parents…

Both the parents have to work… It has become absolutely necessary…

How helpless are these parents…

They are running in a rat race…

They have house loans, car loans to pay off…

The expenses of the child… future investment…

Savings for dependent parents like Mr Lahiri…

They are continuously running…

And they may not necessarily have someone…with 8 or 10 hours to spare.

Then what will they do?...

Milord… in Britain… an average working parent has 81 mintues…

To spare for his child…

81 minutes…

In some countries it’s 91…

Sometimes it’s 138… may be 180…

This is what we call 'quality time'…

These 81 minutes can create a beautiful world between parents and children…

Psychologists say that these 81 minutes is enough to make up…

...the 10 or 11 hours given by the likes of Mr Lahiri…

Actually our fight is primarily Mr. Arnab’s 81 minutes versus Mr. Lahiri’s 10 or 11 hours…

Of course, Mr. Lahiri has a lot of time…

He has retired now… He can definitely sue people…

But Milord, think about my client please…

He is dreaming of going abroad… Work there…

A new life… he has so much to plan…

Instead of all that… he is now here engaged in a pointless feud…

I have said this earlier as well…

This case is nothing but wastage of time…

The most regressive appeal I’ve ever heard of… Your honour, I beg of you…

Please dismiss this case immediately…

And let my client go…

And that’s all your honour…

Now the prosecution may proceed…

How many times have you quit your job?...

6 times… 6 times!

What job have you taken up now?...

It’s not a job… business … start-up business…

What business?...

Restaurant…

Restaurant?... Oh…

So you’ve done a course on this?...

Oh… she’ll answer?

No…

That means… all these years of art… gone…

Now it’s food and all..

Start up…

This means the car will now start afresh Milord…

This car can run smoothly…

Or can flip over…

Do you drink?...

Yes…

Does your father know?...

Yes, he knows… But I don’t drink in front of him…

Oh…

Drinking is very personal to me…

You seem to be a very brave man…

You don’t want to hide your alcoholic trait…

I don’t hide and do anything…

Good…

So you agree that you are an alcoholic?...

I drink… but I am not an alcoholic…I just drink…

But aren’t an alcoholic…

Your honour I go to the temple but I'm not a devotee...…

Have you ever hit your son after drinking?...

Yes?...

No… Not after drinking… Then?...

Before drinking?...

Was about to… in the heat of the moment…

Oh Ok…

My son was being naughty… I was scolding him…

Thank God!

Father came and stopped you!...Otherwise…

But in this country you were spared even after hitting your child…

Abroad you’ll be jailed for this…

Anyway…

Himadri also known as Bonny… who is he?...

Friend of mine…

2nd November… there was some event at his place?...

You don’t remember, is it?...

You don’t remember…

It was his mother’s death anniversary…

Am I right?...

Yes…

What is a death anniversary Arnab?... What happens there?...

One year completion of death of a person…

What happens during death anniversaries in Shantiniketan?...

They talk about memories…

sing Rabindra sangeet…

… read the holy scriptures…

And food?...

Vegetarian food was served.

And non-veg for you?...

We had fish fry… Hilsa fry… Bonny’s mother’s favourite…

And her favourite whiskey?...

Which brand did she have?...

There was a space outside the house…

We were sitting there… after everybody had left…

Such grief because of his mother’s death… That everyone was drinking…

Where was your son at that time?...

There was a separate kid’s room… all the children were there…

Oh right…

So while the elders were being naughty, the children were kept away…

So after how long did you see your son?...

I went and checked on him in a while…

What did you see?...

A few children...

were on top of him… and were beating him…

Oh ho…

Then?...

I brought him back home…

You just said you don’t hide anything…

Did you delete anything in between?...

What a shame!...

So tell us about the part you deleted…

Tell us…

His nose was bleeding… I washed it…

Oh ho…

And what did you tell your son?...

What did you tell your son?...

Not to tell my parents… Because my father had just…

Oh dear!

You taught your son to lie…

Taught him to hide?...

Your honour… this is that father who goes to hit his son while drunk…

Teaches his son to lie…

Can’t even keep a job!..

They go to such parties where parents have to be separated from the children…

Because they are progressive…

They believe in quality time…

They are progressive…

What sort of a society is this?..

Where people drink at their mother’s death anniversary?...

Such progression!...

Very recently…

I recollect an incident like this that happened in Kolkata…

A 'progressive' man's daughter's birthday party was being celebrated at his residence...

...whose grandmother has passed away three days back…

All his daughter’s friends were invited…

They were drinking at the party… within the compound…

a drunken friend of the daughter accidently dies…

That boy was only seventeen years old!...

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Your honour, Arka is only seven years old!...

And this is where that bloody future begins…

They go to parties in which parents get separated…

Children get separated…

Because they are progressive…

Nobody knows where the other person is…

Because they are progressive!...

Why can’t they stay together in parties?...

Why can't they share everything with each other?...

Because they are progressive?...

They are selfish!

Irresponsible!

Your honour, those who can send a 7 years old child to die in a kid’s room…

They can be anything but progressive parents!

Madam Nivedita…

… in 81 minutes you can become the biological parents of a child…

But in 81 minutes you cannot possibly raise a child…

That’s all your honour!

The ball is moving towards you.

Goal!

The way you don’t get good babysitters these days…

Thank you…

Same way if you hand over your child to someone else…Then it’s gone!

You only have to face the consequences…

Diya… Posto…

Come here…

Ice cream…

Here you go… Don’t drop it… be very careful…

Be a good boy… good girl…

I started bringing Diya to my place gradually…

In the beginning, my mother wouldn’t allow it…Can you believe it?...

Then my daughter started being adamant…

She won’t stay without me…

Then everything was so good…

I had also promised myself that… I will get my daughter back…

And I did it…

Now she goes over to her grandparents on weekends…

At times she doesn’t want that as well… Prefers staying with me…

And it’s so good!...

Hello… yes?...

Are you back?...

Posto is with me… Why?...What happened?...

Dad wants to prove in court that how bad I am…

How bad I am as a father…

When I drank at Bonny’s place…

When I’ve tried hitting Posto… He is hitting at the same point continuously…

Yes… Ma…

Ma, he slept late last night and his eyes have a little soreness…

My friend Sukriti is an eye specialist…

She has checked him and has said that there’s nothing to worry about…

Ma, how can we stop his tooth from falling?...

It would have fallen even in Shantiniketan…

Posto is fine with… What do you want Ma?...

What do you and Dad want of us?...

I just want to stay alone with my son and wife…but you won't let us!

Dad has anyway insulted me enough in court…

What else do you want?...

His teeth has fallen off… good! I’ll break the rest of them but I’ll take care…

Posto!

What are you doing?... One tight slap!...

Arnab... no no!

No no no... it's okay! Posto… Posto…

Ma is fondling you...

Dad can scold at times, isn't it?

Dad is saying sorry…

See, see… dad is crying…

Don't cry like that... nothing has happened…

Why me?...

Posto come here…give dad a kiss...

It was wrong of me ...very wrong!

Do you blame me for Apu’s death?...

Rumour has it… That after his son’s death…

Rabindranath conducted a planchet…

Even I want to do a planchet…

I’ll ask Apu…

If he blames me or not…

I can’t see you like this…

Give back their son…

Don’t get attached anymore… We’ve done whatever we had to…

Apu’s journal…

Apu’s death certificate…

How did Anu get it?...

You gave them to him?...

Welcome! Welcome!...

Happy anniversary... Congratulations...thank you...

What did we do on our anniversary?

I, really, can't remember!

Oh, really!

Kids… come on… get into that room…

A lot of games have been arranged… Go in there…

We'll play spot jumping!

Arghya… Yeah tell me…

Susmita and I have to leave…

We have to go see the lawyer once…

What are you saying !

Posto… come here…

Why? What are they saying?

Come one, man.. don’t be a spoilt sport…

I've an appointment... that's why...

Okay then… bye… take care…

Thanks a ton! Bye.

What shall we do now?...

What should we do?...

We shall now play…

We’ll paint…

We shall make fireflies!!...

We shall now sing and dance!

Total fun!!...

Tonight with this light and colours Let’s play a game of fun.

We’ll chase butterflies and life won’t be boring at all.

Come let’s do this, make festivities in the bedroom

Tell me what are your plans, Let there be music and fun full on.

We’ll not turn on the lights anymore Let’s party ‘Home Shanti Home’.

Be friends with the darkness here Let’s party ‘Home Shanti Home’.

Wish we’d spice up life And ride on the fireflies.

We’ll become jokers And spread madness around!

Come on let’s do this We’ll change all the orders.

Damn we are right! Do whatever with our lives!

Even if there’s a black out tonight Let’s party ‘Home Shanti Home’.

Our family has one headline Let’s party ‘Home Shanti Home’.

We’ll dance all night now! Shanti Home!

Mess up the steps, still no regrets! Shanti Home!

This party goes on all year! Shanti Home!

And the three musketeers are back! Shanti Home!

Come let’s do this Make festivities in the bedroom.

Tell me what are your plans Let there be music and fun full on.

Even if there’s a black out tonight Let’s party ‘Home Shanti Home’.

Our family has one headline Let’s party ‘Home Shanti Home’.

What happened?...

Nivedita called…

The judge wants Posto to attend the next court session…

What?...

In this legal case regarding Arka Lahiri…

We’ve listened to both the parties…

I’d like to hear what Arka has to say…

But before that I’d like to speak to Arka personally…

Mr. Aloke please send Arka to my chamber…

I don't want to go. Don't worry, it'll be okay.

Go, my dear, … nothing will happen…

You are a brave boy… Nothing will happen…

Sir, can I come in?...

Come here Arka…

Good Boy! See… all these are for you…

Come here with me…

Your parents wish to keep you with themselves…

And your grandfather…

What is this going on?...

He has taken the child to a separate room…

He’ll get nervous… Alu… stop this immediately…

Yes… yes… sit down…

What do you want?...

I can give you… whatever you want…

You can’t…

Why can’t I?...

I’ll give you whatever you want…

Tell me what do you want…

I want to live with Guruji, Ma, Dad, Mummum altogether…

Can you give that to me?...

This court believes in the welfare of minors…

So where will the child stay…

In what conditions… Whether it is favourable or not…

We shall consider that…

After speaking to Arka, I’ve learnt of his wish…

Even then in this case… I’d want him to say it aloud…

Come here son…

Come…

Tell me… whom do you want to stay with?...

Your parents or your grandparents?..

Your honour…

I withdraw my case…

I can’t keep my child in this pain anymore…

You please hand him over to his parents…

I don’t want anything…

Come here… come to me darling…

Your Honour…

I’m extremely sorry…

I have taken so long to come to a decision…

But, actually the thing is…

This affection is a very terrible thing…

Especially when it is towards your children…

I know...

One should let go of all possessiveness after a certain age…

My wife keeps telling me that…

But what can I do?... It’s my heart after all…

It's a matter of my heart!

I had once heard of this selfish mother…

Who stole her son’s passport to stop him from going abroad…

May be this case of mine will become that sort of an example…

Do you know why I sued my son?

Because I know it in my heart…

That they are going now…

They will never return...

So that I can hold them back…

That’s why I made a last attempt…

I have got my answer…

Even then… the law shall follow its course…

Mr. Arnab… Mrs. Susmita… you can now take full responsibility of Arka…

And give him a little time…

Keep him in good care…

He is a beautiful child..

And please try and understand what his soul wants…

The case is dismissed today...

as withdrawn…

Why couldn't something like this happen?

Everyone has grown apart from each other

Stranded in the middle of nowhere

Lost their way back home.

Homeless...

Why couldn't something like this happen?

The scared rabbit can't even lift its head up.

The loving fingers knit no longer, Life has come to a stand still.

Like a multi-storeyed dream...

No one knows which floor belongs to whom.

All that I am left here with Is an empty space...

Why couldn't something like this happen?

Everyone has grown apart from each other.

Stranded in the middle of nowhere

Lost their way back home.

Homeless...

Why couldn't something like this happen?

The scared rabbit can't even lift its head up.

The loving fingers knit no longer, Life has come to a stand still.

Yes Ma… I’ll call you from the airport…

Why won’t Guruji and Ma come with us?... Tell them to come with us…

Give me that leg…

I don’t like this at all… I won’t go without them…

Take this outside…

Wait a sec...

Get in.

They have started for the Airport…

Get a trolley, will you?...

Darling, stay in the car... I’ll get the trolley.

Sit quietly, ok?...

Posto come...

Where’s Posto?...

He was right here… Where was he?...

Posto… Posto!...

Ma… Ma

My darling...

Ma I’ve come back…

My precious one... What happened?...

Did you miss the flight?...

Left it…

Posto is not ready to leave with us Dad…

His mind is not ready yet...

Can you really uproot a plant this easily?...

Susmita and I will have to leave…

We’ll fix everything over there…

Guruji…

I’m returning your Apu to you…

The day he really wants to come to us…

The day you can give him to us from your heart… We shall wait for that day…

Not Apu…

My Anu…

Anu’s son, Posto…

And Susmita…

This is my family…

Don’t you worry at all…

Your mother and I, along with Posto…

We’ll visit you soon…

Guruji?...

We shall all go together?...

Absolutely…

Yes darling.. we’ll all live together…

Like every year…

We are celebrating Grandparents’ Day this year…

Today’s main attraction is…

A special part of Rabindranath Tagore’s 'Post Office'…

To be performed by Arka Lahiri and his grandfather…Shri Dinen Lahiri…

How is this island, that you talk about Fakir?...

It is a very surprising place indeed…

It is the country of birds…

There are no humans there…

They don’t talk… or walk…

They only sing there and fly around…

How wonderful! Is it beside the sea?...

Definitely, beside the sea…

All mountains are blue there?...

They live on the Blue Mountain..

During dusk… the rays of the setting sun falls on that mountain…

And the flock of green birds return to their nests…

In the colour of that setting Sun… mountain, birds… it is such a spectacle…

Are there springs on that mountain?...

Of course!

How can there not be springs?..

It looks as if molten diamonds are flowing…

And how splendidly they dance!

Playing music on the pebbles…

The springs wind their way through the land…

And then jump into the sea…

No doctor can stop them for a second…

If the birds had not taken me for a simple mortal and set me aside…

Then beside those springs… along their thousands of nests…

I will create a small nest for myself…

And spend the rest of my days watching the waves of the sea…

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