Gulmohar (2023) - full transcript

Yes, I'll tell them today.

Everyone's here.

Perfect time. Okay, bye.

Adi, stop.

Brother!

-Your photos always turn out bad.
-That's right, Amu.

-Got any good photos, Amu?
-No.

Your husband always ruins my photos.

Careful, sweetie.

-Oh! "Sweetie"?
-Shut up, brother.

No, he's standing here. It seems
I woke you up at the wrong time.



No. We're having a party.

How was your presentation?

Good, Grandma.
My boss will review it now.

-Amu, Amu!
-Yes, Grandma?

A brandy for me. Small, okay?

See this, Grandma.

-Your work is done.
-Thank you, Arun.

-Okay, bow to me!
-Sure.

-Ma, have you seen my drink?
-No, I haven't.

Come, take a photo with your aunt.

You okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

My mother has sold our house.
My son refuses to live with us.

It's fine.



He's working hard.

-Give him some time.
-Time?

Have we needed time
to correct ourselves?

How are you, Uncle?

Is the packing done?

-Adi, how's your app progressing?
-It's okay.

Is it on track?

It's nothing but the arrogance
of youth!

I'm always caught in
these father-son quarrels.

Who knows what Adi wants.
He never says anything.

Where were you, Kusum?

Not for me.

-Kishore, a drink?
-No, man!

Don't be worried.

Friction is normal between
father and son. It's healthy.

Kamal, there was no friction
between my father and me.

-Cheers!
-Cheers!

Have you written your song?

-No.
-Why?

So much time for a song?

-Grandma, your brandy.
-Is this a small?

It's small.

Arun bhai, those were
different times.

Mama, go easy.

Kusum and everyone, come here.

-What, Uncle?
-Stop that western music.

I'll tell Reshma.

A song for you. You'll be
swimming in my melody.

-And people who can't swim?
-They'll drown.

We don't want to drown!

Your son-in-law will accompany me.

Come on, my boy. Sameer!

Very good.

-Uncle, did Amu write this song?
-As if.

She only writes songs
for her sweetheart Ankur.

-Write a song for me someday.
-Don't tease her.

They are lovers like Laila-Majnu.

Uncle, let her be.

Avinash, please.

Kusum, this is for you
and all you foolish Batras.

And to this final night
in your beloved home, Gulmohar.

C-sharp.

I'll be back.

Louder, young man.

♪ Inflict sweet pain on me ♪

♪ Slay me with your smile ♪

Beautiful.

♪ Inflict sweet pain on me ♪

Film Sameer!

♪ Slay me with your smile ♪

♪ I am an age-old admirer of yours ♪

Does Uncle Avinash sing for you
every day?

Two drinks get him in the mood.

So, give him two drinks every day.

♪ To your every gesture
I surrender my heart ♪

♪ Grace me with your kindness ♪

No, no.

♪ Inflict sweet pain on me ♪

♪ Slay me with your smile ♪

Sir, I'll put Mr. Kamal
on the line. Hello?

Hello? Damn network.

Radheyshyam Tiwari, what's wrong?

Mr. Sudhakar called.

His son is inside the house,
and his phone is switched off.

I never know what to say
to father or son.

Yes, difficult.

Who can make the old man understand?
He's so stubborn.

So, I say one thing to the father.
Another to the son.

♪ The truth of love spreads ♪

♪ Wrapped in sweet perfume ♪

♪ No one is as lovely as you
No one is as mad as me ♪

♪ In every heart dwells
The mystery of love ♪

♪ On every face a smile ♪

♪ Live life to the fullest ♪

♪ Bestow on me
The gentle touch of love ♪

♪ Inflict sweet pain on me ♪

♪ Slay me with your smile ♪

♪ Inflict sweet pain on me ♪

♪ Slay me with your smile ♪

-Superb!
-Well done, Arun bhai.

You're a gentle star!

-Sorry, sorry.
-Don't be shy.

♪ Love is that endless story ♪

♪ Flowing eternally ♪

♪ In every wave of life's journey ♪

♪ Traces of love can be found ♪

♪ These moments ♪

♪ These shadows of memories ♪

♪ Accept these precious gifts
Of love ♪

♪ Inflict sweet pain on me ♪

-Reshma, come.
-No, no.

♪ Slay me with your smile ♪

♪ I am an age-old admirer of yours ♪

♪ Your enchanting ways
Are so pleasing ♪

♪ To your every gesture ♪

♪ I surrender my heart ♪

♪ Grace me with your kindness ♪

♪ Inflict sweet pain on me ♪

♪ Slay me with your smile ♪

Bravo, Uncle Avinash!

Thank you, everybody.

Wonderful, Avinash.

-So nice! Superb!
-Brilliant!

Sir, your father called me
because your phone was off.

-Your curfew has begun.
-You're dead!

-It's very late. Neena, let's go.
-Yeah.

Sorry, dears. Father beckons.

Why don't you tell your father
you're here?

I'll also tell him alcohol is
flowing freely. Come for a drink!

He'll kill me.

See you.

Bye, Adi.

-Bye.
-Be safe.

Uncle, next time you must sing
in their new house.

Bring your father next time.

We'll mix martini in his lime juice.

-Great idea!
-He'll start singing too.

♪ Punishment for all ♪

He'll faint!

He's not the fainting type.
He'll make us faint.

Come on, don't remind me
of that grumpy old man.

I can't believe

this is our last night here.
Mama?

34 years. 1988, January.

How time flies!

Well...

It's your last night here.
A drink is a must.

You have Indu's permission.

-Permission?
-Indira Ma has stirred!

-The Goddess Indira.
-Ten hands.

Don't forget
I'm the one living with her.

You'll get me into hot water.

-You're loving this.
-Okay.

Now, everyone, be quiet!

Silence!

Reshma, wait two minutes.

I have something to tell you all.

Just listen to me
and don't interrupt me.

What is it, Mama?

The thing is...
it's Holi in four days.

I want us to celebrate Holi
together in this house.

But tomorrow--

Yes, Indu, I know.

The packers are coming.
We have to leave the house.

I want to celebrate Holi here, Indu.

Kusum, what a fantastic plan!

Uncle, please.

Mama, what are you saying?

Arun, Holi is
our favourite festival.

Daddy regarded it as the start
of the new year.

So, why can't we stay on? Please.
Why not?

Mummy, our suitcases are packed.

The packers will arrive at 9 a.m.

How can we stay
in all the dust and chaos?

We can always come here
on the day of Holi.

Celebrate here, then go.

But we planned to stay in a hotel
for a week,

then move to the new flat.

This last-minute change of plan...

Hotel cancellations...

I'll pay for all that, Indu.

Just say yes, please.

Mummy, please understand.
It'll be uncomfortable for everyone.

Only four more days, Indu.
We'll manage.

Mama, why are you being stubborn?

There'll be packers everywhere,
and a big mess.

Everything will be topsy-turvy.

-There'll be no space for us.
-Space?

There were 14 of us living in
a one-bedroom flat in Jamshedpur.

Remember?

Please, Arun. Let's stay together
for these four days.

-Then we'll all be separating--
-No one's separating, Mama.

Except your grandson.
He refuses to live with us.

He prefers to rent a house.
"I want to fund my own life!"

Sitting out of a co-working desk.

-Have you thought about Divya?
-Papa, it's not like that.

Divya, please don't defend
his stupidity.

Papa, Adi and Divya have decided to live
on their own, so why are you objecting?

Why did Daddy build Gulmohar Villa?

Why?

So that we could all live together.
Right?

That's the meaning of a home.
Right?

You and Sameer are living
with your in-laws, aren't you?

-Must you always compare?
-Don't argue.

-You're young, so hush.
-Please. I am not that young.

-That's it!
-I'm not a kid anymore.

Mama, go to bed.

Reshma, tidy up the room.

One more thing.

What?

I have bought a small house
in Pondicherry.

I'm going to live there from now on.

Okay, good night.
Good night, everybody!

Kusum?

Pondicherry?

Puducherry, Papa.

Payal.

What's happening in this house?

-Did you know about this?
-Me? How could I know?

How could you not?
You two are her only friends.

Yes. But we're not astrologers
to predict her future plans.

-When did you start?
-Over a month ago, Kusum-ji.

I have done well.

I'm feeling very relaxed.

Seriously!

Jeetu, let's go.

I think you should start too.

Reshma, where's the tea?

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

-Nandi, Reshma.
-Thanks is "nandri."

-They're just the final changes.
-I know, Adi. But--

-It's urgent, Koshi.
-Yes, I understand,

but I can't ask my team
to work for free again.

Your ideas are great,
but I can't be out of pocket.

You still owe us money.

I'll get the investment soon.

Tell me when it comes. Promise,
I'll get the coding done then.

Saw the match last night?

-You knew about her Pondicherry plans?
-No. I swear.

-Get me the pickle jars.
-Morning, Mama.

Morning, child.

-Good morning, Papa.
-Morning, dear.

It's terrible, Madan-ji.

Even aristocrats are selling
their homes.

Skyscrapers are changing the look
of Delhi.

Turn here.

Hey!

Hey, He-Man. Where's Gulmohar Villa?

-This is it.
-Arun Batra?

Where's the entrance?

Don't behave like a clown,
just tell me.

Let's go. Carry on with
your push-ups.

What a rude fellow!

I told you to park carefully.

Has the old man arrived?

Sometimes you drive the father,
sometimes the son.

You're blessed with a great job.

Chhote Dada-ji, water.

Surekha isn't here yet,
so who'll make his tea?

Want some tea?

Tell Indu to make him some tea.

And your special lime juice for me.

-What's this new drama?
-What drama?

Your new home in Pondicherry.

I bought it with my own money.
I want to live there.

The children are grown up.
They've got their own lives.

Now I want to live my life.

You've been too lenient
towards your family.

They'll get even worse if you go.

Sudhakar, I'm 76.

I have only a few more years left.

I don't want
any more responsibilities!

I want some peace.

Peace?

As if your life was
full of struggle.

You have always been selfish.

You left Jamshedpur for Delhi.

Separated me from my elder brother.

Reshma, where's the lime juice?

Your knot is fine, Arun.

Fine is not fine enough.

-Phone directory?
-It must be perfect.

You're even packing this scrap?
Mr. 1968...

you've got a cell phone now.

Indu, some things should stay
the same. Must everything change?

Change me then.

One crazier than the other
in this family of yours!

-Calm down.
-Quiet! Tell your mummy.

She springs a big decision
on us so casually.

But you'll never question her.

What can I do?

Nobody ever asks my opinion.

-Not Mummy or your dear son.
-Don't drag Adi into this.

Okay. I'll drag myself into this.

Who is it?

Chhote Dada-ji is here.

So?

Mummy asked you to make him tea.

Tea, tea, tea.
These Batras and their tea!

Tea, tea, tea.
We Batras and our tea!

Cheers to tea!

If my elder brother were alive,
would he allow this?

If he were alive, we wouldn't
be selling Gulmohar.

-But I had to.
-Am I to blame for that?

Did I say you were?

The builder is buying
all the neighbouring houses.

Despite the economic dip,
he's paying good money.

What's the point of fighting him?
He's a gangster.

And a friend of yours.
You benefit too.

-My friend?
-Yes.

Mummy, the packers are here.

Do you know what you want
from the storeroom?

Reshma!

Reshma!

Did you put those two trunks
in my room?

Surekha hasn't come yet.

Such lame excuses!
Ask Jeetu to help you.

Didn't you tell Jeetu to help
with the packing?

Jeetendra!

-Morning, Mama.
-Good morning, son.

Greetings, Uncle.

-Has the drama started?
-Him and no drama? Not possible.

There are many in this family
to pick on,

-but Dad only picks on me.
-Patriarchy, sonny!

I can't wait to leave.

We all go our own way
and live life as we choose.

Take both trunks to Grandma's room.
List the packers' names.

Reshma, when you pack
the prayer room,

put everything on my bed.

You're getting her to pack
the prayer room?

Religion, caste... they all exist
for a reason.

Okay, Sudhakar.
Indu or I will pack it.

Stop fussing about everything.

It's not good for your health.

Is gulping down brandy at your age
good for your health?

So, that's the real problem.
You weren't invited to the party.

No. That's your private affair.

I have never interfered.

A daughter-in-law of the Batras
drinking with her grandchildren!

But when did you ever listen
to anyone?

You do as you please.

Okay, Mummy. I'll be off.

Bye, Uncle.

By the way, does he know
about the house?

You must tell him.

Your tea is getting cold.
Drink it.

My God! Is this full of rocks?

You've become so weak.

I'm not weak. You are.

Ask Reshma to help.
Why did you call me, Jeetu?

Drop it. Let's go.

I'll go. But you should
use your brains.

Tell you what.

While you're packing,

hand her a flower
and ask her lovingly,

"Dear Reshma, may I help you?"

-With full confidence--
-Grandma has...

Shall we?

No, no, we can carry it.

How?

Reshma, help him.

Mr. Sudhakar may be leaving.
I must go.

What are you staring at?
You two, go upstairs!

Reshma Saeed? Reshu?

-Irfan!
-You work here?

-Yes, I am the cook.
-Masha Allah!

-And you?
-I'm the packing company supervisor.

You're a big shot now.

I told her in school
that she should marry me.

-Irfan and I were in school together.
-Not just together, but "together!"

Go away!

-♪ When I saw you ♪
-You are still the same.

-♪ I started dreaming-- ♪
-Hello!

I'll get the other trunk.

Listen, sign this.

Your friend outside has checked
the inventory.

Here's the list. Just sign.

-I'll sign it.
-The watchman must sign, Reshu.

Odd fellow.

Are you married?

-That was a disaster.
-Why?

-I'm divorcing at 4 p.m. today.
-Oh, sorry.

Don't be sorry. I'm happy.
I want out.

-Are you married?
-No. I'm happy.

You were waiting for my divorce?

♪ Hope fills my heart once again ♪

You still blush, Reshu.

Uncle was quizzing Mummy
this morning.

I ran, but Indu got trapped.

Neena said you tolerate him
because he's your uncle.

We know how difficult my father is.

Come on, we're family.

-Rs. 10 for the kachori.
-I don't have change.

I'll add it to your account.

Listen, Kamal.

We have to cancel the hotel booking.

Will you talk to Suri?

Don't worry.

It'll be done.

Your mother hit a real sixer!

Pondicherry? Out of the blue?

Who knows!

Sometimes I think, though we live
in the same house,

we don't know each other.

Your father owns a big business
and a huge house. So why rent?

Just do your job, please.

Okay. I'll do my job.

-Shall I show you another flat?
-No.

You don't like what you can rent
in your budget.

What you like, your wife doesn't.

What she likes, you can't afford.

This was the only flat possible.

Listen to me.

I'll persuade them to reduce
the rent by Rs. 500.

What will 500 do, Rani-ji?

Okay, I'll get them to throw
in a cooler.

Use it in the tiny bedroom.

You'll have kids. It can be
their room, like a nursery.

I'll let you know.

Tell me soon.

We have the registration,
verification and other paperwork.

I said I'll let you know.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay?

Okay.

-Thank you.
-God bless.

God bless the jobless.

Adi, I'll call you back. I'm in
an important meeting. Okay, bye.

We've seen a growth of 5,000
to 10,000, to 15...

Well done, Akanksha.

Professionals are doing great.
We've seen a great turnover.

Well done, Gaurav!

We're now ready to scale up.
We're moving to a bigger office.

So, no more working
in these cramped boxes.

♪ Days and nights ♪

♪ Without you ♪

♪ Have passed me by... ♪

-Lower it, lower it!
-Switch off the lights here!

-Wires are spread all over here.
-♪ Those lively times-- ♪

Why don't you guys sing?

These lyrics are dumb
and not on the metre.

I need the final lyrics.
Use simple words that people get.

Send them back to school.
"Simple words"?

Amu, just do your thing.

You don't need to force Urdu
into every line.

Wow! If you don't get it,
you assume it's Urdu.

Go. There's no time left.

Amu!

Amu!

Amu... Amu.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
spoken like that.

Okay, forget it.

Move into your Gurgaon flat quickly.

My place is just 10 minutes away.

-We can hang out, jam every day--
-Ankur.

Amu, what's wrong?

You're ignoring me.
You wanted space, you got it.

You wanted time. Then--

Hey, you love birds, calm down.
We're performing in 3 days.

Just tell me if you've met
someone else. Say something.

Ankur, I'll call you later. Please.

Deepika, make her see sense.

Amu.

Ankur, you guys keep arguing.

Hold it from the other side.

Hold it carefully.

Don't make noise!

-Keep it.
-No.

When an elder gives you something,
say thank you and accept it.

-There's no need--
-Keep it.

Bless you.

I'm glad Reshma will stay with you.

Who knows what the builders
will decide once we go.

I hope they'll look after
Param and Jeetu.

You're the one leaving town,
Mummy.

See you later.

Move all this out of the way.

How can he become impure
if he touches the glass?

Chhote Dada-ji has always refused
to have anything Reshma serves.

Stop buttering me up, Surekha.
Why were you late?

Yesterday was exhausting.

Sure, you're the only one who works.
Everyone else lazes around.

Correct.

In the new house, I'll only cook.

You will do the washing and cleaning.
I'm warning you.

I promise. Their new flat is close
to my house.

I'm sure sir bought the new place
for your convenience.

The food is free, so eat!

-I'm bearing him because of you.
-What? You're "wearing" me?

It's English that's bearing you.

You flunked 10 times, didn't you?
Eat. Food will stir your brains.

-Thank you. I flunked 5 times, not 10.
-Good for you!

One must fail to succeed.

Wait and watch!

"Wait and watch!"
Showing off his English again.

Is the builder demolishing
the whole house?

Seven new buildings will take
its place.

Each building will have 14 floors
and a garden.

Delhi is changing forever.

I'm so glad we're celebrating
Holi together.

Remember last Holi when Jeetu
was wailing?

How could I forget?

He got drunk and lost the photo
with those male stars.

Couldn't you have posed with
Madhuri Dixit or Aishwarya Rai?

Why go to Mumbai and click a photo
with Jackie Shroff and Anil Kapoor?

-Clear the table.
-Why did you hit me?

You deserve it.

Remember? How could he?

A drunk Jeetu's real cost
was his dear photo lost!

-What?
-Clear up.

If only Arun sir had bought a big
bungalow, we'd all be together.

-Nice thought!
-I know. Do your work.

-Reshu...
-Irfan, are you leaving?

Have you eaten?

I'll eat later.
Give me your phone number.

98...

"Reshu"?

I'll call you
after my court case is done.

Brother, why is she "Reshu"
to him?

Paint the ceiling properly.

You've got two hours
before our things arrive.

I'm sick and tired of these boxes.

-Is Papa still angry?
-I'm angry. He's upset.

Put the books on a towel.
Or else they'll get dusty.

-Why are you angry?
-You heard your grandma's decision.

Oh, sorry. Decisions, plural.

Ma, relax.

Let her do as she pleases.
Just enjoy your fancy penthouse.

She wants to settle down
in Pondicherry. All alone at 76.

How will she manage by herself?
Even at this age, she wants adventure.

And your papa, "the ideal son,"
never questions her.

I'm really worried about
his anxiety.

Ma, don't you get anxious.

You're always thinking about others.
Think about yourself.

Be quiet. Just go to your Romeo.

They're all so stubborn.

Put this box over there.
Open that one first, please.

Wow, Dad. It's beautiful.
What a terrace.

It's Gurgaon, but it's not bad, eh?

Gurugram, Papa. Gurugram.

-It's the new party hang-out.
-Careful!

It's beautiful.

And huge.

What a stunning view.

Adi is crazy not wanting
to live here.

-Hush.
-What?

It's such a big flat.
We could move in too.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

The meeting just went
on and on.

Divya, I've been waiting
all afternoon.

I know. I didn't even get time
to eat.

What did the agent say?

She wants Rs. 5,000 more.

Okay, cool. Signed the lease?

Rs. 5,000 a month extra.
Rs. 60,000 per year.

Okay, Adi, 5 x 12 = 60.
I know.

Divya, do you have any idea
what 60,000 means?

Plus registration, bribes--

I know there are other expenses.
But we like the flat.

Our situation is not that bad.

You have a secret money tree?

-Yes, I do.
-Okay.

Relax. Let's sign, please.

Don't worry.

Are we being silly...

wanting to live on our own?

-It's what you wanted, Adi.
-Yes, but how will we manage?

We will.
How do other couples manage?

But the man in the couple
earns something.

You want to start that
"I am a man" bullshit?

Why are you getting cross?
I'm just... I'm just saying--

Saying what, Adi?

Okay, so you're not earning now,
but you will someday.

-Start-ups take time.
-It's been two years, Divya.

So? Keep going.

-Till when?
-Only you can answer that, Adi.

You married a guy
whose future is so uncertain.

-Are you dying?
-Come on!

Snap out of it, Adi.

We rarely get any time together
and you...

Call your investor,
follow up with him, meet him,

use his money, develop your app.
Simple.

Divya, if life was so simple...

Okay. You complicate everything.

-What are you doing?
-Okay, Adi. I'm off.

-Divya.
-Please.

Divya!

Less ghee for me.

Kishore.

No reading while eating.

Grandpa, you have to read this book.

It's well-written.
It has logic and clarity.

It really makes you think.

Read sensible books.

You should be mature enough
to understand other points of view.

Blindly following one ideology
and concluding something is foolish.

So, my thinking is foolish?

What else is it?

Keep supporting oddballs
and you'll get brainwashed.

Dad, this is what the majority
think today.

Ha! The majority.

Your views and your thinking
sound extreme.

Or maybe he just has clarity?

What clarity, Papa-ji?

The people he works for
fund criminals and murderers.

What clarity can they give him?
He'll become one of them.

-Is that your plan?
-Absolutely.

Today, the job. Tomorrow, crime.
The day after, murder.

Well done!

Why can't you work
with honest people?

-Mom, nobody is honest.
-Work for yourself then.

Look at your cousin Adi.
He studied computer science too.

-He is an entrepreneur.
-That old love story again.

I make good money, but you praise
the guy who doesn't.

At least I don't live off
my parents and wife.

Shut up!

Drop it, Kishore.

Talk of home truths
and we're always in the wrong.

What are you saying?

Was he not speaking the truth?

Adi has a start-up. He's trying.

Arun could've easily funded
his app,

but Adi is trying to find investors
himself.

Maybe one day
he'll be on the Forbes List.

Adi is struggling
despite his MBA degree.

What struggling?

Adi and his father
are living off my brother's money.

But Arun expanded
your brother's business overseas.

He should be indebted, Kamal.

If my brother hadn't adopted Arun,
he'd be living on the streets.

Any yoghurt, Neena?

Yes.

I don't know what's wrong
with Reshma.

She isn't focusing on her work.

When I stepped out after lunch,
that supervisor disappeared.

-Reshma?
-Not Reshma. Irfan. No packing's done.

Who can ever persuade
your mummy?

When she comes tomorrow,
she'll say,

"Indu, my child,
let's prepare for Holi.

"Make sure this Holi
is very special."

Don't laugh. Sit back
and watch the circus.

So what should I do? Slap them?

You haven't killed a cockroach
in your life.

Slapping them
is asking for too much.

Take those specs off.
You look old.

I am getting old.

So why work so hard?

We have all we need.

The belly must be fed, Mrs. Batra.

At least don't feed it kachoris
on the sly.

-You fake!
-Press there.

You're just like your father.

Always work, work, work.

Don't I look a little
like Daddy now?

Indu, yes or no?

What is it?

Nothing.

Tell me.

Yes or no?

Yes. Always.

What's wrong?

Will we always care for one another?

-Stop overthinking, Arun.
-No, I'm serious.

This house kept us all together.

Now the family will scatter.

Sometimes I feel I've lost grip
on everything.

No matter how hard you try
to hold sand in your hands,

it slips through your fingers.

What a deep thought!

We didn't have an option.

Maybe Daddy would not have agreed.

We tried our best too.

After all, it's Mummy's house.
It was her decision to sell.

You mother-in-law
and daughter-in-law

join hands if I complain about
one to the other.

Typical Stephenian.

"Oh, across the road!"

Yes!

Stop thinking
and stop eating kachoris.

Shall I get you some tomorrow?
Kachoris?

With some tea.

Tea, kachori, Batra.

Together in school.
The divorce night.

-A kick up our ass.
-Shut up! You're talking nonsense.

You should do the talking.

Why are you so scared
to speak to Reshma?

Love isn't about thinking, brother.

Or else you'll stay a watchman
forever, crying out, "Stay alert!"

You don't get it, Param.

Reshma has passed the 10th standard.
She's educated.

I never went to school.

I can't even sign my own name.

The supervisor who was here
met her after years.

The bastard was talking
to her so intimately.

-Were they talking in English?
-They even sang together.

They also follow the same religion.

Our traditions are different.

Brother...

When you fell in love, did you
ask Reshma, "What's your religion?"

No? Why?

Because love is blind.

You can't keep questioning
your confidence.

Balls to confidence!

You don't need an education
to say, "I love you."

A Shah Rukh Khan film is enough.

-Why can't she guess how I feel?
-How can she?

Can't she see the love in my eyes?

I have known you for years.
Do I understand you?

Why test her by showing her
a silent movie?

You have three days left.

Soon she'll move on,
holding another man's hand.

Then keep singing that Mashaal song.

Don't forget me
I'll be missing you

I'm off.
I'm making a video call home.

I'm going. Enough of my wisdom.
Jai Hind. Jai Bharat.

Foolish lovers.

My planets aren't aligned.

-Let it be.
-Close the door at least.

You won't find kebabs
as tasty anywhere.

Remember how you loved kebabs
in school?

Irfan, are you okay?

Is there something wrong
with my hair?

Hush! Everyone is asleep.

Oh, Narain-ji.

-Namaskar!
-Namaste.

You finished your walk
very quickly today.

Yes. I'm tired. How does
your son Arun run for hours?

Namaste.

Good morning!

Good morning, Mama.

You're all alone?
Where's Jeetendra?

I couldn't find him, so I left.

We must get into the habit
of going for a walk alone.

Mama, sorry, I didn't mean that.

-Know Daddy's worst habit?
-What?

He kept taunting people.

He would argue and argue
about everything.

Goodness!

Don't laugh.

I see that irritating Batra trait
creeping into you.

Like father, like son.

Thank goodness your son
isn't like that.

See you.

Koshi, I'm waiting for the investor.

-I know, Adi.
-How many times must I tell you?

The money will come any day.

Cool down. Why are you getting
angry at me?

I did it as a favour to you.

I have bills and salaries to pay.

Your app is solid.
It's a great idea.

But I can't ask the team
to keep working for free.

-Coding is not easy. Please understand.
-Hi, morning.

Okay. I'll try again.

-I'm also on a call.
-But the chances are very slim.

Yeah, it was great!

I mean the market is at 3%
and the brand is at 5% CAGR.

Of course, they will be happy.

We're working 10 hours a day.
Must we work 14 hours?

Turn our homes into offices?

Amu.

Amu!

Hurry up and pack.
They're clearing your room today.

Are you going with Grandma?

There's no end to her shopping
or her clothes.

Amu, where are you? I'll see you
at the shelter home. Call me.

It's so messy.

Divya, can we talk?

I thought we had a rule. If we argued,
we'd make up before we slept.

Well, too bad. We fell asleep.

Why are you behaving like this?

How I am behaving? What about you?

You've become so negative.

What choice do I have?

The app's going nowhere.
The investor is avoiding me.

Living away from the family,
the high rent, that agent Rani...

It's all risky. Sure, I'm nervous--

So? Must you say whatever
crosses your mind?

You're talking nonsense!

Adi, just drop it. I have meetings
till late today. I'm leaving.

-Yeah, of course.
-What?

What "of course," Adi?
What's with that tone?

Nothing. Go.

Seriously, Adi?

If this is how we treat each other,
why should we live on our own?

God spare me!

Today's songs all sound the same.

When does one song end
and the other start...

No one knows, no one cares.

-Thanks, Grandma. Very helpful.
-I'm very helpful.

Do come to our housewarming party.
We're moving to your area.

She's here.

-It's Ankur. Your phone's off.
-Ma, why did you tell him I'm here?

-Keep me out of your quarrels.
-I want out too.

-Good morning!
-Yeah, very good, Papa.

Good morning.

-What's wrong with her?
-Does she ever tell me?

Reshma, bring the omelette.

The drawing room must be packed away.
How can we do it in two days?

It'll be fine, Indu dear.
Don't worry.

Indu, we must start
the Holi preparations.

This Holi has to be very special.

Reshma, the omelette.

Yes, Mummy-ji.

-The poha is really good, Mama.
-Yeah?

The ideal son! Mummy-ji!

"This Holi must be very special."

Reshma,

add extra chilli to sir's omelette.

Come on, madam.

Ankur, why did you call my home?

There must be a reason
I didn't answer you.

Ankur, enough. I don't want
to argue with you.

Where are you, driver?
You're going around in circles.

The villa's name is Gulmohar.

Don't cancel. Hello!

What's wrong?

I'm waiting for a cab.

-I'll drop you.
-No, it's okay.

If you're that rich, pay me.
Come on.

Seat belt.

Rani-ji, I'm on my way.

I'll give you the cheque.
You can confirm the flat.

Okay.

-I have to pay the estate agent today.
-How's work?

Good.

Have you met the investor?

Not yet. But we're close.

"We"? Have you got a partner?

No, I mean it's progressing.
It looks hopeful.

Sameer was going to call you.

-Did he?
-No.

-No? Meaning?
-He didn't call.

You could've called him.

At the party, he was talking
about his rich uncle. Try him.

He's not the right type.

-Why?
-He trades in coal.

So what? He has money.
He could buy your app.

And he lives in Hyderabad,
the technology hub.

I don't want just anyone's money.

I need someone who's passionate
about the app.

-And who is this passionate buyer?
-Dad, there's no buyer.

I'm not selling my app. I'm trying
to find an investor.

Things are moving.
I have meetings lined up.

Do you dress like that
to your meetings?

-Meaning?
-Do you dress formally,

or do you carry your college bag
and wear sports shoes?

So, you have a problem
with my clothes now?

-I'm just asking.
-Not asking, you're telling me.

Hello, hello, hello.
Excuse me.

Relax, young man.
Relax, okay?

You don't need to snap at me.

Be patient.

You shouldn't snap so much
at your parents or Divya.

I never dared to talk to my father
in this tone.

Young man, now that you've decided
to live on your own,

learn to deal with reality.

Look at Sameer
or, for that matter, Kishore.

They have a grasp on reality.

Your Grandpa used to say that
you have to be in touch with--

Dad, I know you were the ideal son.
And I'm not.

Okay, I know.

-Can you pull up here?
-Why?

I'm getting down.
Please stop the car.

Isn't your office in Jangpura?

Thank you for the lift.

King Hiranyakashyap was enraged.

"Prahlad, I am the God
of this world!"

But, for Prahlad,

there was no other god
than Lord Vishnu.

So, Hiranyakashyap called
his young sister

whose name was...

-Holika!
-Yes!

Holika's magical shawl
could not catch fire.

So, wrapped in her shawl,
she sat in the fire with Prahlad.

Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind blew

and the magical shawl
flew off Holika

and landed on Prahlad,
saving him.

Holika and Hiranyakashyap's
evil plans

turned to ash.

So, dear children, remember

truth will always win.

-What?
-Truth will always win.

Amu. Amrita!

-Amu!
-What are you doing?

What are you doing?

You can't avoid everyone
by switching off your phone.

I don't want to talk now.
Go away! See you later.

How long will you keep avoiding us?

-What do you want to do?
-No idea, okay?

I don't know how to resolve
this problem.

-"Problem"?
-Oh, God!

You see this as a problem?

Unbelievable!

You talk of love. Bullshit!

Deepika, please.

I love you.

I love you too.

I really don't understand our kids.
Arun?

-I can't hear you.
-I'm at the workshop.

Amu has been fighting
with poor Ankur all day.

See that painting packed
in bubble wrap? Cover it.

Everything's a mess.

Bring it down carefully.

Reshma!

Easy, be careful.

Reshma!

-Madam is furious today.
-She should be.

You've all gone so slow
because Irfan isn't here.

Shall I tell him?

How many times should I tell you?

Clean Amu's room, please.

I didn't expect this of Adi.
What is this behaviour?

Getting off in the middle
of the road.

We should've been stricter
with our kids.

Forget it.
Youngsters today are like that.

We were young too, Arun,
but we weren't rascals.

We always helped our parents.

Hold it carefully, will you?

Arun, I'll call you back.

Radheyshyam. Jeetu. Help them.

To the left! Turn, turn.

What are you doing?

-Sorry, madam. It slipped.
-What the hell do you mean?

What are you doing?
You call this packing?

Where's your supervisor?
Call him!

Poor Irfan.
His problems are never-ending.

Where's your supervisor?
What's his name?

Irfan, right? Where is he?

He's vanished since yesterday,
madam.

Vanished? Phone him.

-Phone him now.
-It's switched off, madam.

Where are the other packers?

He hasn't shown up,
and his phone is off.

Mr. Nair's packers were better,
madam.

They did a great job in two days,
and there were no problems.

Their supervisor was always there.

Go outside.
Send the other packers in.

They're making me tense.

Careful of the sharp edges, Reshma.

Jeetu bhaiyya.

Jeetu bhaiyya.

What's wrong with you?

Mistakes happen.
Why blame anyone?

What did you tell madam?

You like stabbing people
in the back?

No, Reshma.

-It was a mistake.
-Those workers messed up.

So why point fingers at Irfan?

Do you know what
he's going through?

No, I don't.
And I don't want to.

What are you saying?

Has he gone mad?
Is Romeo drunk?

-Odd fellow.
-What happened?

Jeetu was badmouthing Irfan.

Now he's sulking. Who knows
what he is thinking.

So sorry for the inconvenience.

Our motto is "Forever yours."

We're sending a new supervisor.
You'll have no reason to complain.

-Okay.
-Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Aditya, are they all start-ups here?

Yeah.

-India is shining!
-When do we sign the lease?

I'll let you know soon.

Congratulations!
The flat is yours. Tell Divya.

I'll message you. God bless!

Hi, Aditya.

I discussed the matter internally.

Sorry, the team can't work
on the app till we're paid.

Try someone else. I can suggest
some other coders.

Adi...

Kishore? It's Adi.

How goes it?

I don't know, Grandma.

It just happened.

-We spent time together--
-Amu, do you love her?

Do you love her?

So?

Why be scared?

Back in our time,
it was very difficult.

-Now you are freer.
-What are you saying, Grandma?

When they find out about me,
who knows what'll happen.

Who is "they"?

You can't be scared or hesitant
in love, Amu.

If you love, you love.
Nothing else matters.

You know, there was a time when
what people said really hurt me.

Their words haunted me,
troubled me for days.

I wanted to go to medical college.

Become a doctor.

I didn't get admission.

We didn't have enough money.

I consoled myself thinking,

it wasn't meant to be.

I left Jamshedpur and went to Pune
for my BA.

Freedom!

I have lovely memories
of that time.

♪ I spent my life trusting you ♪

-Hello.
-Hi.

I'm Kusum Roy.

I am Supriya Palekar.

Charming dimples.

The singer?

♪ These long years of waiting ♪

♪ These long years of waiting ♪

Supriya!

♪ Have passed in my loving you ♪

It was a special time.

But so short-lived.

♪ I spent my life trusting you ♪

Kusum.

I reasoned with myself.

It wasn't meant to be.

I left Pune and went home.

Life went on.

Then I met your grandfather.

I fell in love again.

I got married.

We were very happy.
But even today his family believe

it wasn't meant to be.

I had three miscarriages,
one after the other.

After the third miscarriage,

I lost...

I lost the will to live.

I was sitting in the waiting room
of a clinic when a nurse

put a small baby,
wrapped in a red cloth,

in front of me.

It was a beautiful baby.

He kept looking at me.

It was love at first sight.

I asked whose child it was.

But no one knew.

The watchman had found the infant
crying in the parking lot.

I took it as a gift from Him.

That is how Arun came
into our lives.

Since that day,
I've kept telling myself,

it was meant to be.

Amu,

sometimes you should let life
write its own story.

I can't get through.
Mummy didn't tell me anything.

Mr. Sudhakar said Grandma knows
where the house papers are.

Let me ask Arun.

Yes, Indu?

Did you talk to Kamal or Uncle
about the house papers?

-No.
-He doesn't know either.

Can you talk to Mr. Sudhakar?

Am I crazy?

Arun, do you know where
the house deeds are?

No. Ask Mummy.

She isn't picking up.

Amu's phone is off too.

I don't know.

I'll look in Mummy-ji's room.

There's so much junk here.

The fool!

Indu ma'am, Mummy-ji took a file
out of the trunk.

It's on the table.

Okay.

-Mr. Sudhakar?
-He's gone for his walk. What is it?

He sent me to pick up a file.

Grandma was out.
Indu madam didn't know where it was.

Okay. Leave the keys.

-File?
-You know your father.

We've been married for a long time,
so you know him too.

Hello.

How was your day?

-Guess who I met.
-Who?

Aditya. He's applying for a job
in my company.

Seriously?

I gave agent Rani the cheque today.

The flat is ours.

Mama?

Still awake?

I was looking at our old albums.
Sit down. Come.

Adi.

He's so cute!

When was this?

-When we moved here, right?
-Yes.

His sweaters were in the cupboard
for five years.

I aired them out today.

Will you wear Daddy's sweaters?

All right.

I always believed

generations of our family
would come and go...

but Gulmohar would always remain
our home.

I'll miss this house, Mama.

And I'll miss you.

Arun, you're back.

Indu, our children look so innocent
in these photos.

And look at them now!

Come, Indu, come.

Arun.

Mama, I'll see you later,
okay?

Good night, Mama.

Indu, can you give me
a massage today?

My back has gone for a toss.

What's wrong?

Did the new supervisor show up?

I gave the owner of
the packing company an earful. Idiots!

You didn't really like that mirror.

It'll look strange in our new flat.

Adi and Divya could've taken it,
but... to each their own.

The strap is loose
on the watch Daddy gave me.

You think I'm losing weight?
Indu?

Indu?

Yes or no?

What?

Yes or no, Arun?

Yes, darling. Always.

What happened?

Think about it carefully, okay?

What happened?

In Mummy-ji's room today,

I found the house papers.

And this too.

Your father's Will.

He made his Will shortly
before he passed away.

The Will stipulates...

in the event of his death,
this house will go

to Uncle Sudhakar
and his son, Kamal.

Why is this junk lying here?

Everything is in such a mess.

Arun, stop.

Nothing is in its place.

-Dad?
-What?

All okay?

It's fine. Wait, I'm coming.

I don't like things being scattered.

-Arun.
-What is it?

-Arun!
-What is it?

I'll bury you, bastard!

What's going on? Param.
Irfan, let go.

Mummy-ji, Irfan came to see me.

They didn't allow him inside.

What are you doing? Stop!

-I'll bury you right here.
-Param, stop!

What are you doing?

Param, stop!

Arun!

Stay away!

Jeetu, stop it.

-Sir, I'm Reshma's school friend.
-Don't show off your English.

-You keep meeting Reshma on the sly.
-You have a dirty mind.

-I won't let you see her.
-Uncouth lout!

Me? Uncouth?

-You villager.
-Stop your English!

-You're sick.
-Will you run to your mother?

-He's an illiterate fool.
-You got fired, didn't you?

-I'll bury you alive.
-Like hell you will!

This is my sir's house.

Jeetu!

Daddy! Daddy.

You scared?

You're my brave soldier.

Yes, sir. But don't leave me alone.

It's your duty to protect me.

Very well.

Was I abandoned for no reason?
Why, Mama?

So that we could find you
and you could choose us.

Arun? Arun, can you hear me?

-Daddy has had a stroke.
-A stroke?

-I'm taking him to the hospital.
-Mama, don't worry, I'm coming.

Isn't Adi there?

-Hello, Dad.
-Where the hell were you, Adi?

How could you leave
your grandparents all alone?

We're at Heathrow. Tell Grandma
we're taking off in 30 minutes.

Dad...

-Arun...
-I'm on the flight. Not to worry.

He's gone.

Daddy is no more.

Arun slapped him!

-The gentle star became a wrestler?
-You think that's funny?

Indu, what came over Arun yesterday?

He has never...

What happened, Indu?
What's going on?

-Reshma?
-Here he is. Where were you?

Kamal and Uncle are on their way.

Payal and Sameer too. Please get
breakfast ready for everyone.

Arun. Arun.

What's wrong?

Arun!

Make breakfast for everyone.

Divya, your jacket design
will make great tiles.

Aunty, you're too much!

Reshma, did you add chilli
to sir's omelette?

You know everything.

-Want some fruit juice?
-Juice? I need a shot.

-Started already?
-Want a shot?

-No, Aunty. Not for me.
-Kids today are so boring!

Tell me. Why are you giving
an interview at Kishore's company?

If you need a job, join your papa.

What about your app?

Neena!

Coming! Come on, Reshma.

Ankur rang me up,
but I didn't answer, Amu.

Was your phone off?

He was asking...

I'll take that painting with me.

-Thank you, Reshma.
-Why did Papa call us all today?

Come and sit, Indu.

Aunty, let's answer this quiz.

Divya, I was going to tell you
about the interview.

Adi, not now.

Where is Jeetendra?

He's been missing since morning.
Param hasn't said a word either.

Who knows where Jeetu's gone.

Mama, among your house deeds,

we found this.

In Daddy's handwriting.

His Will.

And it says:

"I, Prabhakar Kedarnath Batra,

"being of sound mind,

"declare this to be my last Will,
written without coercion.

"Because my wife,
Kusum Batra, and I

"had no children of our own,

"we adopted Arun Prabhakar Batra."

-Arun, my son... please let me...
-"In view of the above, I have decided

"that our house,
Gulmohar Villa No. 1,

"be given, after my death,
to my real heir and blood family,

"my younger brother,
Sudhakar Kedarnath Batra.

"After his demise, the house will go
to his son, Kamal Batra.

"As long as Kusum Batra is alive,
she may live in Gulmohar Villa No.1,

"without anyone's permission
or facing any hindrance.

"After the demise of Kusum Batra,

"this property must be given
to Sudhakar Batra.

"I am confident that our adopted son,
Arun Prabhakar Batra,

"or any member of his family
will have no objection.

"If anyone contests my decision,

"this Will must be regarded
as my last Will.

"Witness 1: Sudhakar Batra.

"Witness 2...

"Kusum Batra."

Arun, my son. Please.

I want to explain.

"An adopted son!"

Yes, I was adopted.

What was I thinking?

And there I was trying to save
our home.

How could I save something...

that was never mine?

-I belong to no one.
-What are you saying, Arun?

Maybe that's why

you kept me away
from the house sale.

No, brother.
There's some misunderstanding.

What's going on?
Please say something.

Papa, what's all this?

Arun, this is your house.

This Will... It's nonsense.

Arun, my brother, seriously,
I knew nothing about it.

We're all one family.

We owe you.

I have a meeting. I must go.

Papa-ji.

File, please.

Don't create a scene now.

Arun, please don't be offended.

-I apologise on my father's behalf.
-Kamal!

No need to make me the villain.

This isn't my Will.
It's my elder brother's. He wrote it.

Papa, who is all this for?

-Answer me!
-Answer you?

Don't ask me.
Ask his wife.

She was a witness too.

If anyone has any objection
to the Will,

then let us meet in court.

-What is all this, Papa-ji?
-It's in black and white.

It's the only truth.

A Will written behind one's back
can't be called the truth.

Can you handle the truth?

Everyone knows,
when they left Jamshedpur,

I had to look after everything.

My brother knew blood relations
were all-important.

-Blood is blood.
-Sudhakar, stop!

But it's the truth.

You once said

you found me

and I chose you.

All my life I believed in this lie.

Arun! Arun, wait!

Arun, please!

Arun, believe me.

I didn't hide anything from you
on purpose.

I didn't have the courage.

In a weak moment,
Daddy left this house to Sudhakar.

You really think it's about
this house?

In a single moment,
you showed me I wasn't yours.

"Adopted"?

Daddy never thought like that, Arun.
He loved you.

-It was Sudhakar--
-And you signed too.

Arun, you know

whatever your father gave me
to sign, I signed.

I never bothered to read it.

When I found out,
we had a huge argument.

That's when he had a stroke.

By the time you returned
from London, he was gone.

I kept trying to find the right time
to tell you.

But I couldn't bring myself
to do it, Arun.

Arun. Arun.

You can't go away like this.

This cursed piece of paper
means nothing.

You're my son.
That's the only truth.

Shut up!

Please, just shut up!

Grandma.

Grandma.

Indu.

Everyone, please leave.

Ma...

♪ In sleep, we hear the fluttering
Of the bird of dreams ♪

♪ Fairies ride on a chariot
Made of the moon and stars ♪

♪ We sing and smile
On the flowery path ♪

♪ Like fireflies
Twinkling in the dark ♪

♪ Turning dreams into reality ♪

Where is he?

-I'm talking to you.
-I don't want to talk to you.

Are you playing blind?

Jeetu is a very simple man.

He's uneducated.
He couldn't say what he feels.

But, if you feel nothing for him,
tell him. End of story.

Arun bhai isn't answering
his phone.

♪ If a dream were to shatter ♪

♪ Shards of pain
Would pierce our hearts ♪

♪ Scattered as they are ♪

♪ When a piece of you breaks off ♪

♪ Colours are drained from joy ♪

♪ Unsettled as they are ♪

What, Mr. Batra?

You book the room, then cancel it,
then re-book.

-Your keys.
-Thank you, Suri.

Where's the family, sir?

Is all the packing done?

♪ Gathering those broken pieces ♪

♪ Smiling as we join them together ♪

♪ Lighting the lamp of hope ♪

♪ Turning dreams into reality ♪

Sorry, love. My phone battery died,
so I couldn't call.

I'm listening. Tell me.

Talk!

Indu, I...

Are you out of your mind,
Arun Batra?

Don't we have enough crazies
in this family already?

-You leave home, turn off your phone.
-My phone battery died.

Even when you have 70% battery,
you charge your phone,

as though some top-secret agent
was going to call you.

"Phone battery died."

Everyone does as they please
in this family.

And me, the ten-handed goddess,
must handle you all. Why?

Calm down, have some water.

Don't break it. We'll be charged.

Batra!

Indu.

Everything is now scattered.

-Lost in a fog.
-Arun.

There are so many childhood photos
of sons and fathers.

They carry us on their shoulders.
They play with us.

Birthdays.

Then suddenly there are no photos
till the son's wedding.

How do we become so distant?

Daddy's dream was to own
a two-storey house.

Stairs joining the floors.

"A house with stairs
is a sign of success."

We built a two-storey house.

Our rooms got bigger.

But who knows how we became
so isolated from each other.

When Arun was five, I insisted
we move from Jamshedpur to Delhi.

I didn't want Arun to live
in that hostile environment

where he was unloved.

Everyone called me selfish.

But I only did what any mother
would have done.

I was very angry and ashamed
that he wrote this Will.

If only I had not signed it.

If only I had not stayed silent.

-If only...
-Grandma.

I don't know why, Amu,
we hesitate to tell the truth

to those closest to us.

Dad once gave me a bicycle.

It had stabilisers on each side.

We had so much fun.

One day, the stabilisers
were removed.

I tried hard,
but I could not ride the cycle.

Dad held onto it from behind,
but, whenever he'd let go, I'd fall.

So, he just kept holding on to it.

But I always knew...

Dad was disappointed that
his son could not even ride a cycle.

To be honest,
I've never really made

my father proud.

Divya, I want us to live apart,
so I can stand on my own two feet.

Do something
that will make him proud.

That's why I'm going for
the interview tomorrow.

-Adi...
-Divya...

it's all very tough.

Money, security, rent.

And us.

I'm on edge.

I want this uneasiness
to be mine alone.

And not his.

I'm scared, Indu.

What would life have been
if I didn't have all this?

After Daddy passed away,
I found him.

When I did, I couldn't tell anyone.

I couldn't even tell him.

That's him, Indu.

He is my birth father.

Supriya would always say

we live our lives in secret.

Scared of our feelings,
running from ourselves.

Messing up
what is already messed up.

She was right.

Isn't it strange?

Everything changed so suddenly
in that house.

-If I hadn't come that night--
-None of this would've happened.

Do me a favour.

Find him
and give this to him, please.

Why must I be the carrier pigeon
delivering messages to lovers?

Reshu, he'll come back.

He won't.

Men take longer to let go of
their bruised ego and shame.

-Jeetu?
-Namaste, ma'am.

Madam, I'm returning to my village
tonight.

You've always blessed me
during Holi.

Whatever happened that night,

I apologise on Arun's behalf.

Please, madam.

It was my fault.

I was shouting like
an uneducated man.

You've taken care of me for years.

Madam, I spoke to Param.

Mr. Arun didn't come home
last night.

I waited all night for him.

I don't know...
if he'll ever return.

Things may never be
the same again.

I thought we could celebrate
Holi together,

gather all our memories
before leaving Gulmohar.

Who knew our memories

would get scattered.

Madam, you once said

we should always choose
our memories.

The good ones... must be kept safe.

And the others

must be left behind to be forgotten.

It is difficult,

but we must try.

Kamal, your tea.

I'll come down soon.

Okay, sir.

Where to?

I'm picking up a file from Kusum,
then I'll see my lawyer.

-Neena.
-Yes?

There'll be dinner downstairs
after they light the Holika bonfire.

I can't believe this.

Arun bhai didn't return home
last night.

You've shamed us.

No dinner for me, Neena.

-Let me go.
-I won't!

There's a limit to
your ingratitude.

-You've crossed every line.
-Don't you dare talk to me like that!

Why must I be grateful?

Did Kusum do me a favour,
breaking up my family?

We were very happy living
in the same house.

It's because of her that
my brother had to leave our home.

I sacrificed my dreams
of becoming an IAS officer

and raised you all.

Don't talk to me about ingratitude.

I'm done.

I went through very hard times.

So, you want to be paid back now?

Then Arun should put a price
on his favours too.

He helped with my son's education,
my wife's surgery.

Maybe someday you'll understand me.

Papa, may that day never come
when I understand you.

May that day never come.

I always wanted to go to him,

talk to him and ask him.

On one side of this road is
his past decision that shaped me.

On the other
is my incomplete truth.

I don't know why, Indu,
I could not cross this road.

I could not change anything.

Because you don't want anything
to ever change.

You can't run away from change,
Arun.

That too is a truth of life.

Go.

-He's here.
-Talk later.

Brother! Let it go.

This guy was divorced recently.

He was feeling low,
so he came to see Reshma.

He thought it would make him
feel better.

There's nothing between them.
They're just friends.

There's something for you...

Give it to me.

Reshma sent you this.

Your name is written on it.

Your full name.
Jeetendra Kumar.

Jeetu, what's come over you?

I have been watching you.
I am worried!

-You can't keep sulking.
-Yes.

-For Reshma's sake and mine!
-Let's go.

I've been your friend for 15 years.
Come with me.

-Yes, let's go.
-Please.

Your love story must have
a happy ending.

Stop, Param.
I'm not a loser like you.

When someone calls,
should I go running?

You really are an uncouth lout!

What are you ashamed of?

Stop asking why she'd like you.
Or saying, "She's educated, I'm not."

That's enough.

Just think how much better life
would be with her.

So, make your life better.

Where's the shame
or fear in that? Tell me.

Listen to me.

Don't use your head
when it comes to your heart.

Got it?

Jeetu.

Why the hell am I mixed up
in this?

Open the door!

Stop peeling that.
We have tons to do.

Where is Param?
Mr. Sudhakar is here.

Tell madam. I'll open the gate.

Mummy-ji, Chhote Dada-ji has come.

Surekha is making his tea.

All the papers are here.

Whatever happened yesterday--

I have always believed,

no matter how the world changes,

the foundation of this house
would stay strong

so that the people living here

would never feel alone.

Even in a large crowd,
they must never forget

they are not alone.
They always have someone.

Someone who they have
chosen themselves.

For a very long time,
there were things

no one has told you.

Things that were locked away
in boxes, and everyone,

especially me...
just kept ignoring them.

But now it's time we opened
those boxes.

It's time to speak the truth.

Namaste, sir.

Chhotu hasn't come today.

My knees are weak, so I couldn't
cross the road to you.

Sit down. I'll get you some tea.

After all these years, you crossed
this road for the first time.

Please sit.

Why are you late?

You were busy playing.
I know.

We must paint the wall today.

The paint is in my room.

-Go, get it.
-Yes, sir.

Wait, wait!

-Have you eaten anything?
-No.

Go and eat inside. Go.

I got this wall painted last month.

I noticed it the other day.

Those two thugs...

Didn't the police do anything?

The police don't do anything
for people like us.

We have to manage alone.

Why alone?

Don't you have any children?

55 years ago, I had a son.

I wrapped him up in a red shawl

and left him
in a hospital's parking lot.

You just left him there?

Never tried to find him?

Never tried to find out
where or how he was?

You just left him?

Sir, maybe it was God's will.

If only...

God has nothing to do with it.

We make our own choices.

I'll go...

Sir, do you have any children?

You must wish

all the happiness
in the world for them.

I wished him to be happy too.

From that day to this.

I wanted him to have
the happiness he deserved,

which I could not give him.

You can't just wish

for your child's happiness.
You have to make them happy.

You can give

because you have received.

Miran! Where are you going? Wait.

Come here.

Where we are born,

where we are raised

could be in destiny's hands.

But what we want to become

and who we become...

that is in our hands.

Eventually we are... what we are.

That is our legacy.

I haven't been lenient towards
my children, Sudhakar.

I have only taught them
to be free in life.

And that's an inheritance

you cannot leave
on a piece of paper.

I have a degree
in computer engineering.

And an MBA.

I've been an entrepreneur
for the last 2 years.

The bright young minds of India,
huh?

But your app didn't work out.

Am I right?

Okay, Mr. Batra,

-your brother... Cousin, right?
-Yes. Kishore Batra.

Because of his recommendation,
we called you here.

But we don't want people

joining us because of
our attractive pay package

and then go home and put
more energy into their start-ups.

We take good care
of our employees

so they can help
our company grow.

If we give you this job,

are you willing to give up
your start-up?

No.

I beg your pardon.

-Excuse me.
-What?

I'm so sorry. Can I borrow Aditya
for two minutes?

What's happening?

-I'm so sorry, ma'am. Just 2 minutes.
-Who are you?

Adi!

What's happening over here?

Sorry.

What "sorry," Mr. Batra?

-Are you crazy?
-Listen to me.

You don't need to do this.

We can manage for a while, Adi.

No more fancy dinner dates.

We'll go to Himachal instead
of Switzerland for our holidays.

Affordable, beautiful, cheerful.

At least you'll do
what you really want to, Adi.

Don't give up now.

I know we keep trying
and we keep falling.

But, if we fall, we must
stand up again, right?

Cycling isn't rocket science.

-What if I don't get the investment?
-Accept your papa's money.

What's all this

"I won't take money from Dad;
I'll do it alone"?

That's so 1970s.

Even Hindi films have moved on.

Don't you think Papa would be proud
to be a part of your dreams, Adi?

Life goes by too quickly.
We can't waste it.

Trust me!

We'll get by.

Just go in and say no.

Is this some kind of a joke?

-Ankur.
-What?

So, now you're in love with a girl?

If you love, you love, Ankur.

Nothing else matters.

What about our love?

A lie?

Miss Ghalib Batra-ji,
you've written a lovely song.

Fits perfectly on the metre.

Ankur, let's go. We're getting late.
We're next. Let's rock.

Everybody, give it up
for Nisa and Dhruv Shetty!

Ankur.

Ankur.

Ankur, listen.

What?

I'm sorry.

The king of the D.U. music circuit!

Ankur!

And finally joining them
is their queen,

Amrita!

What's wrong, Ankur?

Ankur.

What's wrong? Play!

♪ Those days and nights ♪

♪ Laden with precious gifts ♪

♪ Those moments past ♪

♪ Filled with togetherness ♪

♪ Those lively times ♪

♪ Those silences ♪

♪ Those loud conversations ♪

♪ Those whispers ♪

♪ Those stories ♪

♪ Alive in me ♪

Brother...

if people like us want
to change our lives,

the only solution is education.

Despite flunking five times,
I haven't lost hope.

In life, we only need
hope and love.

Brother, can you tell me
what's written?

Don't forget me
I'll be missing you

Your photo wasn't lost.
She stole it.

-Yes, Divya?
-Reshma, get everything ready.

Kishore!

So sorry. You helped with the interview,
but I can't accept the job.

I'm happy hot-desking.

It's peak time.
You won't find a cab easily.

You know how to ride a bike,
right?

Thanks, brother.

Happy Holi!

Indu, shall we go?

This was our home, Sudhakar.

We did not build it with bricks
and mortar

but with loving relationships.

Relationships that were not made
with blood

but with our hearts.

But how could you understand that?

I could've sent this file
to you,

but I wanted you
to come here personally

so that I could shut the doors
of our house

to people like you. Forever.

Kusum...

It was meant to be.

♪ Those faded walls ♪

♪ With their old portraits ♪

♪ Those cheerful rooms ♪

♪ Marked by time ♪

Indu?

♪ Those mirrors
Reflecting the past ♪

Yes or no?

Yes.

Always.

♪ Those moments are everywhere ♪

♪ In the garden of stories ♪

♪ Our dreams blossom ♪

♪ Yours ♪

♪ And mine ♪

♪ Those signs are what we seek ♪

♪ Those shared joys ♪

♪ And solitude ♪

♪ Those eyes that cried and smiled ♪

♪ Those glances that hide ♪

♪ A part of you in me ♪

♪ Those fragments define me ♪

"One day I will come back"

"Don't forget that"

Mummy-ji, shall we light it?

Yes.

♪ In the dawning light ♪

♪ That embraces one and all ♪

♪ O Preserver of all ♪

♪ Under whose protection
We survive ♪

♪ Those who part from us ♪

♪ Those who drift away ♪

♪ Those ties will always ♪

♪ Remain sweet ♪

♪ Those memories ♪

♪ That flow in me ♪

Arun.

Mummy-ji.

♪ Look at the bright flowers
Strewn everywhere ♪

♪ Flower buds rain
On tender bodies ♪

♪ No escaping
Those intoxicating eyes ♪

♪ We fall in love
With your playful ways ♪

♪ The magic of spring envelops us ♪

♪ We meet on Holi ♪

♪ We come alive on Holi ♪

♪ Bathe me in colour ♪

♪ Let us dance on Holi ♪

♪ We meet on Holi ♪

♪ We come alive on Holi ♪

♪ Bathe me in colour ♪

♪ Let us dance on Holi ♪

Kamal! Happy Holi!

Kusum, come on.

-Here.
-Give him some.

-♪ Shall I untie my hair? ♪
-♪ No, no! ♪

-♪ Shall I encircle you? ♪
-♪ No, no! ♪

♪ All I see is you ♪

♪ Stop teasing me
You crazed lover ♪

♪ On the pretext of Holi ♪

♪ Why tease me? ♪

♪ On the pretext of Holi
Why must you tease me? ♪

♪ We're all one on Holi ♪

♪ All colours dipped in Holi ♪

♪ Spray my body with colour
And dance ♪

♪ We're all one on Holi ♪

♪ All colours dipped in Holi ♪

♪ Spray my body with colour
And dance ♪

♪ Signs of love tell me a story ♪

♪ Desires of the heart
Soar to the sky ♪

♪ Surrender your hearts
To the purity of love ♪

♪ Let us bathe
In the music of love ♪

♪ The songs of spring
Make us dance ♪

♪ Every heartbeat on Holi ♪

♪ When we meet on Holi ♪

♪ Spray my body with colour
And dance ♪

Kusum,

did you know the singer
Supriya Palekar has retired

and now lives in Pondicherry?

Really? Oh!