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"Sunset point on top of a little hill.

When the sun's caresses the edge of the Earth,

you can caress your lips with mine.

As the sunrays caress the clouds.

Please don't make any mistakes.

Because this is my

first kiss."

Oh, God.

Keep reading.

"I have a request.

The evening this happens, utter no abuse with your lips.

Or even an ounce of hatred.

Keep smiling all day, if possible, without a reason.

Caress my lips with yours,

like a butterfly caressing a petal.

Please don't make any mistakes.

Because this is my first…

kiss."

Hey!

Shit.

Pass me that paper.

What is this?

Is this why you come to college?

Come on, get up.

Principal's office.

Get up. Let's go.

So, what they were doing was inspired by this masterpiece.

Who wrote this?

You?

No, sir. We're members of the college magazine editing committee.

This came in as an entry.

-It's anonymous. -Anonymous?

Then how will we nominate this poet for the Gyanpeeth Award?

Sir, a poetess.

This poem was written from a girl's point of view.

That's right.

-It's a girl. -Yes, sir.

Who wrote it?

Who?

I want her name.

I swear on my mother, I don't know, sir.

Do you know that I can rusticate you?

-Mrs. Mandloi? -Yes, sir.

You have 24 hours.

I want the name of this poetess.

Otherwise, I'll rusticate all of them.

This is a college, not a joke.

-Good morning, sir. -Good morning, sir.

Mariam, please save me.

I don't know who wrote the poem. I really don't.

You were there.

Please talk to your father. Please.

In college, even I have to call him "sir."

It's not allowed. I'm so sorry.

-Hello. -Cynthia, where are you?

Going back home from school.

Meet me at Vimmi's place. SOS.

But Vimmi di isn't at home.

Don't you remember?

She's at Nasreen di's parlor getting her bridal treatment.

Then we have to go there. I'll come pick you up.

I know all about her bridal treatment. Bye.

Nasreen di… Vimmi?

Vimmi?

Vimmi?

Vimmi!

-What? -Nasreen di's office, ASAP.

So what if they got caught?

Why are you bothering me?

It's not like you're getting ready for your wedding.

You're just here to meet your ex!

Cynthu, shut your ears.

-Why? -Do it. Adult talks.

Listen.

Mosquitoes suck blood and fly away.

But bed bugs, they stay in your bed forever.

So, before my bed bug showed up, I was shooing away my mosquito.

And getting rid of an ex before the wedding

is a part of the wedding preparation, okay?

He wanted the iPhone back.

No way I'm giving it back.

Cynthu?

Cynthu! Unplug.

Why are you worrying about Garima?

Because I wrote that poem.

Nonsense.

When did you start writing poems?

Vimmi, I don't want to get married like you.

I want to do something else.

Are you stupid?

Why did you send an adult-rated poem to a college magazine?

Here.

I don't know.

Look at Cynthia. She's so sharp.

She's a coder.

She plans to go to America to MIT.

Will Dad let her go?

I need money.

I was testing.

If Garima's reaction was positive,

I would have sent the rest of my poems to a Hindi magazine.

And you'd use that money to fund her studies in the US?

Are you out of your mind?

You're smart, aren't you?

Try and find a way to save those three.

We only have 24 hours.

Forget about them. Think about my wedding.

And what about those kids?

I'll have to tell Dad everything.

No way!

He'll put a curfew on her.

That's not acceptable.

This is my first marriage.

I'm not getting married without your dance.

Okay, fine, we're coming to your place in the evening.

-Why? -David uncle has invited us for dinner.

So, wait until then. I'll think of something, okay?

If you can't break free Then hustle your way out

If honesty becomes a prison Don't let it confine you

-Wow, "Myna." Wow! -Wow!

Arrey, where are you lost?

Your dad would have been livid if the food had burnt.

Wow, Mumma, so many dishes.

You're a champ.

I found out from Vimmi that she's coming over for dinner.

Even I was told in the morning.

Did something happen in college?

I'm sure something happened.

That's why Vimmi's grandpa is being pampered.

Special dinner for the trustee Sahab.

Check if it's tangy enough.

Perfect.

David, a boy and a girl kissed in college under your watch.

How?

Find out who wrote this poem.

This news shouldn't spread in town.

Okay.

His cousins went from Kerala to Dubai for work.

But he?

Check over there…

-Ended up in Ratlam. -if the food is served or not.

You know, I actually read someplace that

Ratlam is a town

that comes up on a train journey when, you know,

everyone's asleep.

Yeah, man.

-Is it okay? -Yes.

Is everyone here?

Do you want some?

Could be tangier.

Is no one here from the boy's side?

-There, standing with Montu. -I see.

Shyam!

You're right.

He's a cousin of Vimmi's to-be husband.

-Oh. -From Toronto.

-Beautiful house. -Thank you. Welcome to Ratlam.

-Even he's come looking for a bride. -Excuse me.

-I see. -Why don't you settle

Mariam in Canada as well?

Vimmi will get bored alone.

-No-- -Not before graduation.

In our community, a girl's education is very important.

And by when will she graduate?

-Your glass is empty. Come with me. -Yes! Let's go.

Soon. Soon.

They have winter vacations right now.

Probably in six months, okay? Chill.

Auntie.

-Vimmi? -I called.

But she said the house is infested with mosquitoes.

Look, there she is.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Here, you keep this.

What is this?

Don't ask.

Oh, God. I said, "Break up."

But that "mosquito" doesn't understand the meaning of break up.

I also said, "Forget it, suck my blood."

Listen, you keep this iPhone.

-I'll take it back after my honeymoon. -Vimmi.

-Yes? -Did you think of anything?

About what?

Garima! I couldn't. Sorry.

Here comes my bodyguard. Come on!

-Hello! -Hello!

He left straight for Raipur after college.

-Greetings. -Family--

Oh, come.

He is Jagdish Sisodiya.

-Okay. -Do you know Harish Bhai,

the owner of the rubber stamp and stationery shop at Kothari Market?

-His only son. -Oh.

-Greetings. -He was Mariam's one-sided lover.

Chocolate. Teddy bear.

He used to send everything. You get it, right?

But well, as soon as David uncle found out,

he called him home on "Rakhi" and…

He is Mariam's "Rakhi" brother.

Now, our poor Jiggy is a bodyguard without pay.

Cake?

Sir? Could we talk to him about my pizza shop?

Bete, there's a time and place for everything.

Son, would you like a drink?

Auntie-ji, it's Tuesday.

At least have some cake. It's from the church.

Of course. It's prasad.

Why don't you come with me?

I'll introduce you to Shyam.

Shyam?

Vimmi, call Jiggy, quietly. I have an idea.

Jiggy Bhaiya!

-Jiggy Bhaiya? -Yes.

-Can I ask you a question? -Sure.

How much do you love Mariam?

More than my life.

As a brother.

So, you'll protect her?

That's my duty.

But she doesn't consider me her older brother.

She does. She just keeps it to herself.

But now she'll express it openly.

Really?

Well, I have Jesus Christ's prasad in my hand.

If it's righteous, she'll be protected.

It's horribly righteous.

What's the job?

May I come in, ma'am?

Yes, Mariam, come in.

Ma'am, this envelope fell out of your box yesterday.

I was wondering

why this letter didn't have an envelope.

This puzzle is solved.

Ma'am, Atul and Garima won't be rusticated, right?

I'm there, don't worry.

Thank you.

David sir, the children are innocent.

This poem is actually anonymous.

It wasn't written by any student of our college.

Look at this envelope, and the stamp on it.

This poem was sent from DDCP College of Devas.

This is not from our college.

Write a letter to their principal.

This is their matter.

And what about the students?

Give them a strict warning and let them go.

And remember, communicate with Aggarwal Sahab.

That Principal David has caught the culprit and solved the case.

Thank you.

Sir.

Yes!

It worked! Vimmi!

-"Myna" is finally free! -Yes!

And the bedbug has arrived.

So, at the wedding… Only dance, dance, dance!

Thank God!

Your hair is so dry.

Aren't you using coconut oil these days?

Mom, can you tie this?

Mimi, you're looking so cute. Hold this.

What is this?

Dad got this for me.

With this deep neck?

She's looking so pretty.

And me?

You always look pretty, dear.

So sweet.

Mom, why did Dad get this dress?

Smile, smile, smile.

You're taking a selfie.

Selfie? No.

This is… I'm doing it. Wait, wait.

Wait.

You're taking a selfie again. Let me.

Don't cut out the flower.

Uncle Sebi is looking for grooms for Priya.

So, I thought I should start your process as well.

Smile, dear.

Yes.

Sebi said boys these days like a modern look.

Very good.

WhatsApp it to Sebi.

One more.

Last, okay? We're getting late.

Shawl. Before we leave.

Greetings, Mr. Aggarwal.

What's happening, Ismail Bhai?

Where is Robo?

There's an auspicious time for the wedding.

Mr. Aggarwal, you know,

whatever may be the auspicious time for the wedding,

but Robo comes out

at his own auspicious time.

Let the baarat begin without the band.

The horse's back is getting uncomfortable for my son.

At the wrong place.

Janaab, the people of our town believe

if a baarat begins without Robo's singing,

the marriage doesn't last very long.

They say the groom gets jinxed

at the wrong place.

You want to risk it?

-No, no. Please, just hurry up. -Please, Ismail Bhai.

-Hurry up! -Come with me.

What drama is this, Abba?

Robo always takes this long.

Who's this Robo, man?

Robo? He's the superstar of Ratlam.

-Star? -Yes.

He's an artist.

The situation is a little delicate.

He'll be singing soon.

-Sing… -Okay.

Look, if there's no Robo, there's no New Modern Band.

He's our ace of spades.

He's a bloody joker.

And now he can't even…

sing in that high pitch!

-The divine note. -Exactly.

That is precisely what

makes him a star.

Dad, your star is burnt out,

his voice is gone.

Which is why I'm begging you to replace him.

And anyway, the youth doesn't care about this divine note nonsense.

I named you Rafi.

-Rafi. -How is that my fault?

No, it's you that's my fault.

I thought if I had a singer at home, it would save me all this trouble.

But you're tone-deaf.

It's okay.

That's why until you get another singer,

make do with this joker.

Fine.

Now watch

how I "make do."

-Hurry up. -Sure.

Just keep walking, there's Veena Vyajanti auntie.

I can't stand her face.

She's become a star teaching people how to cook pakodas on the Internet.

Stealing our mom's recipes. Thief.

How much do you think she earns?

Thousands. Per week.

Uncle used to be the boss, but now he's the servant.

-Auntie, greetings. -Welcome, dear.

You're busy sipping tea here, Rahu.

What's your boss up to?

He's gone into a shell

because he can't hit his divine note.

Now, he's busy mourning his fate.

Then, change his fate.

Change his horoscope and get this program going.

Change his horoscope?

No, Rafi Bhaiya. His horoscope is a disaster.

It's an absolute ruin.

There's no hope. None at all.

Can't you lie and give him hope?

Get him out or find another job.

I can't do that.

You can't play with horoscopes. It's a sin.

You should never…

You guys are strange.

If I don't predict the future, you yell at me.

If the prediction is wrong, Robo Bhaiya will yell at me.

You decide who you want yelling at you.

I'm going to make the announcement.

Get him out.

I'm going. I said I'm going.

Sit inside.

Sit.

-Robo Bhaiya, Rahu here. -Mic check. Mic check.

Hello, greetings, and welcome to all.

Presenting the pride and glory of Ratlam.

Your very own world-famous, New Modern Band!

You know, I checked your horoscope today.

It says you're destined for love!

Honestly.

Be it night or day,

funeral or wedding.

The moment you come out and sing,

you'll find your brand-new love.

In fact, you'll even hit your lost divine note.

Honestly.

If my prediction goes wrong this time, you can kill me.

Believe me.

Are you coming?

In the end,

last but not least, our singer,

the heartbeat of young hearts,

the soul of the party,

the divine singer with the divine voice!

Robo Kumar!

Is this the superstar?

One, two, three,

start!

Sing and dance

Here's the New Modern Band

To make this a happy marriage

Here's the New Modern Band

Sway harder

Here's the New Modern Band

To make your heartbeat

Here's the New Modern Band

-With Kishore's naughtiness -Yes!

-Rafi's attitude -Yes!

The soul of Lata Didi's song Is the Modern Band

-OP Nayyar's composition -Yes!

-Laxmikant Pyarelal's violin -Yes!

RD's Pancham And Rehman's keyboard trend

Dance, dance, dance, Mariam!

Go and steal the show, my darling.

You've saved your batchmates from Uncle David.

Shall we go?

Wow!

Cynthia, let's go.

-Where? -Let's go dance.

-Shall I go? -Go.

Take off the shawl.

-Why? -Just take it off.

Because this is my wedding, not your dad's.

-Come. -Mimi.

Yes.

Are you done?

Okay, bye.

Bye.

Let me see.

Come, dwell in my heart

Come, dwell in my heart

Come, dwell in my heart

-Fall for me, or let me fall for you -No dancing.

-Jiggy. -Our sisters don't dance in the streets.

Come, dwell in my heart

-Leave my hand? -Oh, really?

"Hello-hi" when you need me, and "tata-bye" when you don't.

-Listen, you-- -I'm holding nature's prasad.

You said you'll call me your brother.

Don't you ever grab my hand again, okay?

Are you going to sing or wait for an auspicious time?

I've seen what I had to.

One, two, three, start!

My queen, my sweetheart

My queen, my sweetheart

Come, dwell in my heart, o sweetheart

O sweetheart!

Come, dwell in my heart!

Come, dwell in my heart!

Come, dwell in my heart!

Come, dwell in my heart!

Come, dwell in my heart!

Come, dwell in my heart!

Scissors.

Cynthu.

Go inside and cut the internet cable.

And get your phones as well.

Take out your poems.

Hurry up.

Tear them.

Tear them.

Tear them.

Tear them!

Why do you try to speak when you can't?

Burn them.

Tear them.

Put it in.

Pick them up.

I need to get you married.

But, Achaa, she is only 20.

So?

So?

Twenty isn't young.

I admit kissing isn't unnatural,

but if she kisses some random boy.

Can't allow that.

I'll get her married, and then…

she can do as she pleases.

Vatsala!

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

Mariam!

It's okay.

Ga, Ma, Pa…

Where is Dha?

Moaning in the corner.

What's wrong with him?

There's Julie in the bungalow across the tracks.

He was chasing after her.

The owners gave him a proper thrashing.

His behind is swollen.

Why?

What do you mean by "why"?

Do you know how old Julie is?

And look at Dha.

They're no match for each other.

Dha, don't worry.

Love is all about fate.

When the stars align, age doesn't matter.

Then Akshay gets a film with Kiara,

-and Salman with-- -No, no.

Robo Bhaiya, my prediction can be wrong as well.

A fluke, a total fluke.

Predictions can be wrong.

But that divine note I hit was true, wasn't it?

That it was.

-Even the mare turned to look. -That she did.

Are you crying?

What will crying do?

Uncle Seb will come over.

And I'll definitely get married.

Mimi, run away.

-Take money from Dad's cupboard-- -And do what?

Go where? I don't know anything.

Science, cooking… I'm a big zero.

Remember when I did that beautician course at Nasreen di's parlor?

After your face pack, Verma Auntie had to shave off her eyebrows.

And what will happen to you if I leave?

No. I won't go alone.

Whatever I do, I'll do with Mom and you.

For both of you.

Mimi, become the Veena Vyajanti of poetry.

What?

We'll start your poetry channel on the internet.

Even if you're good at nothing else,

your poems are good.

Very good.

And imagine, if the channel gets popular, you'll even get paid.

But how will we do it?

I'm here. We just need phones.

Dad took our phones.

Will this do?

Absolutely.

Come, let's make a video.

But this has no data.

The mosquito probably cut it.

Wait.

There are some psychos who still give free Wi-Fi.

Without a password.

Who is this "Psycho"?

Maybe the new tenant in the barsaati.

Who cares?

What do we call the channel?

Call it "Rotli" since you're such a crybaby.

"You're such a crybaby."

Should we name it Myna?

Myna. Brilliant.

The little bird that can't shut up.

Who flies away from her home to collect food.

For her mum and sister.

Nice.

We'll only record audio, okay?

"You gave the fire…

I saw the smoke.

My words…

fly in the air like sparks.

Little sparks, burning bright.

Whispering to me.

One little spark

took the shape of a Myna.

And slowly whispered in my ears.

Said…

let my fire burn in your heart.

And stay focused on the goal."

No, not my face.

Dad will find out. We can't.

"Let others do what they want.

But you stay focused.

Myna…

decide your own path."

Actually, you know what? One second.

What are you doing?

"Let your restlessness become your strength.

My words fly in the air like sparks.

Little sparks, burning bright.

Whispering to me."

Three poems.

Ten views.

Five likes?

At this rate, I'll have a grandson…

and I still won't be like Veena auntie.

If Sebi uncle finds a half-decent guy--

We still have six months.

Appan said he won't do anything until graduation.

-Influencers, how are you guys? -Look at this.

There are two types of viral videos.

One, instant viral.

Like the peanut song.

The peanut vendor one.

It went viral within two hours of being uploaded.

And the peanut vendor became a millionaire overnight.

Thanks to his subscribers.

Within no time.

And the second is the slow and steady kind.

Like Crazy Dubey.

Crazy Dubey has been uploading videos for three years.

After working hard for over three years,

he finally reached three million subscribers.

And my video is also for the "slow and steady" ones.

Because my situation is the same as the "slow and steady" one.

Even though I'd like to be instantly viral.

There are three basic rules to becoming an internet star.

First, think out of the box.

Second, listen to your viewers.

And don't hesitate to collaborate with new people.

Last and most importantly,

"Do what has to be done tomorrow, today. And what has to be done today, now."

Those who wait till tomorrow to implement their ideas

will find their dream of becoming an influencer shift to the day after.

Okay, friends. Get to work.

See you. Take care.

People make videos like this as well?

The internet has everything.

Like Myna's heart-touching poems.

That no one listens to.

There is one.

This is a historic moment.

Myna's first comment.

An instant beginning to your slow and steady.

Show me!

-Not like this! -Cynthu!

You'll have to pay a price.

Cynthu, don't blackmail me! Show me!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you--

Mariam!

Boys!

128GB.

For you.

Vatsala!

Come.

It's your boy, Laddoo!

I want something like this.

Like this… something.

Wow. It's called beatboxing, Abba.

But I can play better patterns on my drum.

Dhol Dada,

Let us talk.

Rafi.

I explain.

We even play the drums in a modern style now, Dada.

I don't think you can handle it.

Dad, I not think they able.

Wait, son. They are experienced people.

-They can do it. -Yes. He's absolutely right.

Dhol Dada , don't you sing the tabla notes anyway?

Just do it like that.

His teeth are loose because of chewing too much tobacco.

When he speaks loudly, two pop out to say hello.

If he tries this, all thirty-two will march out.

Holy shit!

Can I try?

Bareek.

Let Robo hear it once,

he'll get all the notes.

There are no notes! That's the point.

There's only…

swag.

I don't do anything that doesn't have music in it.

There is music, Robo.

If only you understood this modern-style rap.

It's pure music.

Words come one after the other,

like the bogies of an engine.

Coming-going Eating-drinking

Chameleon, vermilion, pavilion

Very hard! Very hard!

-Very hard! -Yeah!

Mr. Gupta, don't let your future daughter-in-law see these antics.

She'll never forgive you.

Robo, why don't you admit

that this new kind of music, this rap…

You have no idea about it. You not know.

Calling yourself the New Modern Band doesn't make you modern.

If you don't learn this new style,

you'll be out begging in the streets.

Mr. Gupta, can I talk to Laddoo alone?

Yes. Laddoo.

Of course, Dad.

It's your boy, Laddoo! Decipher!

Fuck that shit!

Laddoo, we know your father well, that's why we're not saying anything.

Otherwise, I'd be singing at your wake not your wedding.

But, Robo, this is what the youth like.

You're a youth?

Then why are you ordering those pills from that doctor in Indore?

Has your youth dried up?

Who told you this?

Because Robo Bhaiya takes his pills too.

To calm his youth down.

-My youth doesn't listen. -Doesn't listen.

Laddoo Bhaiya, you focus on your wedding…

and let an artist do his job.

I was disheartened…

Hey, Robo, you lover boy…

I cried my eyes out

Why…

-Oh, Robo. -Why don't you say something?

Discipline him.

He's right.

What's music without music?

Bullshit man, what fuck?

Dad, these old-style singers can't do it.

-They're known for their work-- -Please stand up! Dad, please stand up!

-Please stand up. Dad, please stand up! -Listen to me!

Listen to me.

They're experienced people. They'll manage.

-Laddoo Bhaiya . -Come on.

Okay, Ismail Bhai, I'll call you once I'm home.

He's right.

Why don't you admit that he's your real son,

and you picked me off the streets?

What…

THANK YOU FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO SERVE

Avrachan John.

Chetta?

He has a job in Delhi.

Ministry of Agriculture.

He's been given a government quarter.

Mariam. Come here.

Come here.

Stand there.

He's a regular at the Parliament.

Take the stool.

He's saying he'll show you the Parliament.

Straight.

What car does he drive?

This.

Average.

What do you say?

He's alright, sir.

Jiggy, if you want to go home, then you can.

Why?

He's part of the family.

Stay.

Okay, sir.

Sebi.

Yes, Chetta.

Show us the boys you have chosen for Priya.

They are…

The boys you've chosen for Priya… Show us.

They aren't that different than these.

This is Mathew. He's an orphan.

Nice boy.

Has a small job in the US.

And?

And… that's Ronnie.

He runs a departmental store in the Gulf.

-Who is that? -A small store.

That's Ronnie's…

No, no, this one.

Oh… Yes, him.

He's Roysten.

He's an investment banker in Dubai.

It's just his mother.

The elder sister is married.

He has a four-acre farmhouse in Trichy.

Sir, it's written down there.

-Yes, a small four-acre farmhouse. -Sir, I…

I want him.

Sebi.

Yes, Chetta.

I want him.

The guy from the Ministry of Agriculture?

No, no. Him.

Roysten.

Yes. Roysten.

Chettathi, he wants to get married next month.

Then how is it possible?

She's got her exams in May.

Yes.

So?

What's the problem?

What's the problem?

She can write her exam after the wedding.

Sebi?

Remember?

Even she took her exams after marriage.

-Right? -Yes.

Yes!

What's the problem?

Actually…

-I… -Do you have a problem?

I…

Nonsense. Can't even talk.

-Chetta-- -Sebi, no problem.

Roysten wants a traditional girl who is fluent in Malayalam.

Since I stayed back in Kerala, Priya learned it by default.

Mariam is cosmopolitan.

She knows more than one culture.

She writes poetry.

She obeys her mother-father. She's God-fearing.

What more do they want?

We will…

present Mariam and Priya both.

There's no difference for me.

Mariam is my responsibility as well.

Jiggy.

Organize a photographer.

Okay.

For Sunday.

You wear a sari.

Jiggy.

Before mass, take a photo of her lighting a candle.

And then we'll…

-Roysten. -Yes.

We'll send the picture to Roysten's mother.

Let both Mariam and Priya apply.

And we'll see who gets lucky. Right?

-Chetta, that's not possible-- -Shut up!

Sir.

Shall I leave?

-Go. -Thank you, sir.

-Organize the photographer. -Okay, sir.

You don't want our happiness?

You have such arrogance about your money?

Bloody vanilla farmer!

If it wasn't for the vanilla farm,

you would be wasting away at a toddy shop!

Just because of your fate, you have everything.

Thank your fate.

Your God!

If only you had learned Malayalam…

it would have fixed your speech.

-Let me re-heat this. -No!

Rose had…

said…

he will create problems.

He has always created problems in my life.

Your father.

Myna has to become successful.

If only we could read the comments.

Let's read them now.

Uncle Seb's phone.

And the password?

Who's the genius?

I unlocked it for him.

Criminal mind.

First comment. "Nice poem."

"Reading is so-so."

Another comment.

"Add some music.

If it becomes a song, I'll click on the like."

They're all from different accounts.

Oh, God. Now how do I add the music?

It's a feedback. It's a positive sign.

People only give suggestions when they like something.

So much drama.

Why are the lights still on in your room?

Do I have to remind you every day?

Who do we collaborate with?

Joseph sir from church.

Worship…

Every Sunday, he plays bridge with Appan. He'll tell him.

Wakankar!

The Maraach one?

No.

Soni madam's son. Rocky.

O beloved, wherever Wherever… wherever you look

Wherever you look, you will see me

They're Jiggy's friends. We can't risk that.

It's all risky.

Mariam, how will you become the next superstar?

Nasreen, is it done?

Yes.

Nasreen di ?

It's not that good, but it'll do the job.

Works!

And it has an internet connection.

Listen?

How can I live…

Stop it!

-Without you? -What is this?

Stop this!

-How can I live… -This is utter nonsense!

Shut him up!

Without you?

Someone stop him!

-Not a moment of peace… -Turn it off. Don't make me get off.

-He'll do it. -Turn it off.

-Without you? -He'll do it.

He'll do it. Turn it off.

I…

How can I live…

Without you?

How can I live…

It's not my father's funeral.

Stop it, asshole!

You call this a wedding?

Do they sing these kinds of songs?!

Stop this nonsense!

Next song…

He's turned my wedding into a funeral!

The song is coming.

Get lost bloody two rupees village people!

Take your shitty band and get out of here!

-He'll sing… -Get lost!

No food for any of them!

Bloody nonsense! Bullshit! Fucker!

He's turned his wedding into a funeral.

Why isn't the procession moving?

Because she lives up there.

-Who? -The divine note one.

You only said… make him fall in love.

Now he's in love. Deal with it.

So now he'll have us sent to jail?

A 1975 model truck is dreaming of a 2000 model scooter?

-He'll get us all killed. -Robo, you idiot.

Get him out of this romantic nonsense, understood?

-Go! -Wait a minute.

-This is not done. -Go to hell!

Sometimes you tell me to mess around with his horoscope.

-Then you ask me to change it again-- -Listen.

I'll move all the stars around in your damned horoscope.

Do you get it?

I'll fire you right now.

Just do as I say.

Hey! Get this procession going!

Hey, Rafi!

Rafi Bhaiya, sometimes you tell me to do this.

Sometimes you tell me to do that.

That's not how it works.

We want to bring in the new corporate culture, right?

That's how it works there.

I'll give it to you in writing, Manoj.

I'll strip this idiot naked. Or my name isn't Laddoo.

Have you seen enough?

Embarrassed enough?

Now we will do as I say, Abba.

Come out and deal with this mess.

What is corporate culture?

How do I live…

We have one.

Robo Bhaiya ?

Appan will never suspect.

But can he do the music?

I'm sure. He's such a big star of Ratlam.

There must be something special about his music.

Remember what he said in the video. Collaborate and take risks.

Think out of the box.

Mimi, you are getting desperate.

-We should be slow and steady-- -We don't have time.

We'll have to take the peanut vendor route.

And this sari is so nice.

Even if you wrap a goat in this, some NRI will marry her.

Mom!

-Yes? -I can't tie this sari.

You can call me after you're married as well.

Coming!

But how will you meet Robo Bhaiya?

And when?

You're the smart one. Think of something.

You couldn't attain something you desired.

But you will keep trying.

It charges your mind. Prayer.

What does it do?

Which charge?

I am in the church.

I'm in the church.

Imagine you prayed for two hours.

Your mind is charged spiritually.

Now you are spiritually praying.

Right?

And imagine your mind…

I'm in the church Sharma-ji.

…is spiritually charged for 20 hours.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

And even if you don't pray for 40 hours…

I'll just get it done. Right away, yes.

Continue praying… Continue to progress.

The pump is still on.

Mariam.

The pump for the upstairs tank is still on.

The water is overflowing into Mr. Sharma's place.

Go turn it off quickly.

Quietly.

Amen. We'll stay blessed.

I had switched it off.

Have a blessed life.

Did you switch it on again?

Amen.

My queen, my beloved

My queen, my beloved

Rahu. Tell me an auspicious time for me to declare my love.

I can't wait any longer.

Whenever you propose to her, she'll reject you to your face.

To your face.

Why?

It says here in your horoscope. Clearly.

See?

But didn't this also say she's my love?

Yes, that too. But this is also written.

I didn't notice it earlier because it was written in small print.

What a strange, confused horoscope.

Because it's yours.

All the stars are singing their own different tunes.

Imagine!

Forget the stars.

I will say "I love you, do you love me?" to her.

I'll deal with whatever happens.

Robo Bhaiya, you are destined for love, but only one-sided.

As soon as you say I love you to her, you will lose your divine note.

Then you won't be able to sing.

And if you stop singing, then your sixteen band members,

their families, your nine doggies, their families,

all will be out on the street.

Robo Bhaiya, you should enjoy the joys of one-sided love.

And let the stars do their job.

Got it?

And…

what if she shows up here on her own?

Sure, then you can openly express your love.

Rahu?

You were going great all the way,

why did you mess up in the end?

-Where did I mess up? -Didn't you just say…

"If she shows up here then you can openly express your love!"

Bhaiya , even if we align all the stars,

that will never happen.

The sun can set in the east,

but Mariam will never show up at his doorstep.

-She's here. -Who?

Mariam is here. Keep the door closed.

Where can I find Robo-ji?

Hello.

-Who is it, Rahu? -My misfortune.

Come in.

Yes.

What the--

-What happened? -Coming.

He's coming.

Sit.

No, thank you.

Sitting canceled.

-Some tea, then. Rahu? -No, I don't drink tea.

Tea canceled.

Actually, my name is Mariam.

I write poems.

I needed your help.

Can you compose music for my poem?

Of course.

I even have a channel on the internet.

Give it.

Can you write it down, please?

Write it down, quickly.

Please.

The pump for the upstairs tank is still on.

The water is overflowing into Mr. Sharma's place.

"I may be wrong, not right.

I may be an illusion, not reality."

Look towards Father.

Don't smile. Don't smile.

"I am like a hot air balloon."

Thank you.

"Like a fountain without water.

I will glow, I will shine.

I will shine as me.

Every part, every piece.

Every word, every sonnet… I shall carry with me.

-Like a glass bird." -Greetings, Uncle.

-"Like a doll made of wax." -Uncle…

Where can I find Robo-ji?

"I might be like an unbaked pot.

If I am not me, I am no one.

If I am not me, then I am nothing.

I may be wrong, not right."

-Very good. -Wrong, wrong, wrong.

It's good.

Rahu, check my horoscope too.

When were you born?

If I knew that, I wouldn't be blowing my horn.

1857. His father was in Bahadur Shah Zafar's army.

-Check mine. -Mine too.

What is this nonsense?

I'm trying to make a song here.

The poem was written by a girl.

It should be sung by a lady.

-Do you see any lady here? -No, Bhaiya .

-Do you? -No.

Nonsense.

There's that girl, right? The Anuradha Paudwal of Ratlam?

-Let's get her to sing it. -Yes.

Who?

That…

Binni Maheshwari?

-Right. -Yes.

Great.

Fantastic.

Sharma-ji, give me a note.

I am like a hot air balloon

Like a big balloon

Like a fountain without water

Like a big fountain

I'll splash and shine

Every part, every piece

Every word, every sonnet

I shall carry with me

Like a glass bird Like a doll made of wax

I might be like an unbaked pot

If I am not me, I am no one

If I am not me, then I am nothing

My voice.

Balloon…

Fountain…

Balloon…

Fountain…

I'll splash… I'll shine…

How do you like my song?

How do you like my song?

How do you like my song?

My love's written this song

My love's written this song Sing it…

Amazing.

Very nice.

-Great, isn't it? -It's great.

Thank you.

He stayed up all night to make it.

This is Binni Maheshwari-ji.

The Anuradha Paudwal-ji of Ratlam.

-Sir. -It's okay, no need.

That's her husband. Billu Bhaiya .

He has a computer and internet.

You should upload the song.

-Upload it, upload it. Don't waste time. -Yes, upload it.

It's an auspicious time.

Don't think too much. Just do it. You only have five seconds.

Five, four, three, two, one…

-It's done. It's done. -It's done!

-Superb. -That's great!

Very nice, excellent!

Congratulations on the beginning of this new collaboration.

-Sit. -Yes.

-Sit. -Yes.

-Here. -No, thank you.

No, hold the plate.

Congratulations. First viral video.

It will go viral.

Prepare to give autographs.

This is for you.

I can't take this home.

When will I get a new song?

Soon.

My notes are…

-Alright. -Let's go?

Okay, thank you.

-My plate. -Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

What was that?

That didn't work.

Where is that two rupees singer?

How can I live…

Without you?

Stop!

You tried to turn my wedding into a funeral, isn't it?

Robo!

I put your singing career in the grave.

I dig your grave!

And now look at this.

How can I live…

How can I live…

And now this video

will be watched by the whole town!

And then they'll say that Laddoo took his revenge on the arrogant Robo.

I took revenge!

It will look real hard!

Real hard, my dear Robo!

But Bhaiya , who performed this miracle?

How can I live…

Abba , this, this, this! This is the sound the youth wants!

We'll find the one who did this.

Now throw this Robo out. We don't need this white elephant.

-You just shoot your mouth off-- -I'm not listening to you anymore!

Rahu. Bareek.

Find out who is responsible for this digital disrespect!

Go!

What were you doing that for?

-We'll all lose our jobs. -That remix was solid!

He was doing something like this.

Yes.

What is this " gubba-gubba" ?

I made a huge mistake.

Maybe people will like it.

He's a big star.

Are you out of your mind?

Is it about them liking it or us?

Money.

Money is more important than good or bad.

My heart burns, my soul burns There's a mist under my eyes

My heart burns, my soul burns There's a mist under my eyes

My heart burns, my soul burns There's a mist under my eyes

My heart burns, my soul burns…

My heart…

Stop!

My heart…

Come, Bhaiya .

This…

If our poem can have music like this…

then there's no stopping us.

Psycho?

That DJ lives in this barsaati.

The one who ruined your song.

This music is fascinating.

How many artists are in his band?

One man only!

-It's called cool music. -Shut up.

-Why would you say that? -Covered in a mist

Rahu, what does the horoscope say?

The horoscope?

It says…

you're screwed.

Meaning?

Robo Bhaiya , beat me with a stick, beat me with a shoe,

but listen to me carefully.

The love house in your horoscope is threatened by a snake.

Means?

This means some black snake will keep you away from your love.

-African snake. Black mamba. -Yeah.

Rahu, you ass…

Do you read the future or the past?

You tell me everything late.

I'll tell you what's going to happen.

For the sake of his divine note, Robo will crush the head of this serpent.

Be it a white mamba or a pink one!

He's a black mamba.

Shut up.

It's rocking, it's rocking.

I want this music.

My heart burns, my soul burns…

We have to meet this psycho.

My heart burns, my soul burns There's a mist under my eyes

What are you doing here?

Poem.

We came for the next poem.

My notes are getting restless. Can we get a new poem?

On this terrace?

Wasn't the song good?

No, it was really good.

Maybe my poem was bad.

Myna didn't get any likes.

And without likes our collaboration has no meaning.

Look, Robo-ji, I'll come see you.

But you shouldn't come here like this.

I got scared.

Sorry.

Sorry.

It's okay.

- Bhaiya. -Yes?

I think your chances of making her my sister-in-law are diminishing.

Shut up.

Tell me, how do we get down?

The same way we came up.

The excitement got me up, but now I'm nervous.

Be brave, Bhaiya .

One leg…

Bhaiya!

Are you alright?

Is it hurting?

Not more than a broken heart.

Thanks God.

You didn't die for love.

My heart burns, my soul burns There's a mist under my eyes

There's a lock on the door. But there's music playing inside.

-Cynthu, bring this with you. -Yes.

What are you thinking?

Check.

What does he do?

Is he a delivery boy?

Where did he go?

Where did he go?

Look up there.

Come on.

I don't know how to cook.

Why are we lying?

-Sebi. -Yes, Chetta.

Mimi is right.

We won't lie to Roysten's family.

We won't give the option of Priya…

to Roysten.

Chetta, Priya likes Roysten.

Sebi.

Have you ever heard Mariam say, "I like this, I dislike that?"

What kind of a father are you?

You just tell Priya

that Uncle Dave will find her a better boy than Roysten.

-David, achaa -- -Vatsala!

If you had taught your daughter Malayalam and how to make puttu,

we wouldn't have to do this.

Write an email to Roysten's mother today

and fix an appointment with her for me.

I'll discuss everything with her.

-This cannot be-- -Everything will be okay.

This is wrong.

What can we do?

You don't do anything. I'll do it myself.

I have all the information.

The snake's real name is "Psycho".

The short form "Psy".

He came to Ratlam three months back.

He does a few part-time jobs across the tracks.

But works full-time for Shubham Bhaiya.

He edits wedding videos for him.

That's where he met Laddoo.

And he edited this video on that bastard's brief.

Forget the video, he cut off our balls.

He rides a "Hero Honda" motorbike.

He's a fierce pilot. Fierce!

And he drinks black coffee,

-without sugar. -Without sugar?

-Yes! -Yuck.

And he chews gum.

He is a math tutor for high school boys.

AC, TV, fridge… he repairs them all.

He smokes Marlboro cigarettes without the stuff.

-I see. -And when he smokes, he blows rings.

No friends, brother.

And no family.

Where he goes at 9:00 p.m.

and when does he come back?

-I have no idea. -Why didn't you find that out?

Because after 9:00 p.m., I finish at least half a bottle.

Okay, team. Attention!

How's the energy?

You see?

He's trying to be Salim at Akbar's age.

Hasn't this love story been written by you?

Who told Rahu to convince him that he needs an Anarkali?

Oh really?

Okay, fine. I admit my mistake.

But you are a wise man.

Before he sinks us, throw him out of the band.

First, seal the deal with that DJ fellow.

We shouldn't take off our pajamas for a pair of pants

that never shows up.

Go! Your baby is crying.

Go feed him some milk.

And let me tell you,

if I don't replace this tone-deaf trumpet with techno,

my name isn't Rafi.

Shut up!

I can't see a thing.

It's our job to watch Black Mamba.

Why is she watching him?

Why are we following him?

He doesn't want to meet us.

Appan has changed the rules of the game.

Priya is out.

If Roysten says yes…

We need Psy.

Why don't you find out more about Psy on social media?

What else am I doing?

Snooping on him with his own WiFi.

I can't find anything.

Look.

He changed the WiFi name again.

"Do not follow me", in capital letters.

Let's go, Mariam! Learn how to make puttu !

Making puttu is your destiny!

Make puttu . Make babies.

If it's a boy, then find him a bride who can make puttu .

And if it's a girl, teach her how to make puttu .

Perfect!

Stop saying puttu!

I love puttu . Puttu with papad . Puttu with sugar.

Then you marry him, you cook.

Look.

If the black one gets cut, Myna wins.

And if it's the red one, then Appan.

Bet?

Bet.

Mimi?

Can we talk?

Sure, Uncle.

-Both Priya and Rose are here. -Hi.

Hi!

Actually,

Priya and Roysten have already met.

Oh!

And they like each other.

I couldn't say this in front of Chetta .

Priya really…

likes Roysten a lot.

I don't know what to do.

I told you to talk to Mariam.

How much do you expect Mimi to do?

Daddy, is Mimi supposed to get rid of your fear?

Just go and tell him.

-No, I can't-- -Auntie.

Do one thing,

call Appan after Uncle Sebi reaches Kerala.

And say that Roysten's family sent a proposal for Priya.

And his mother said that she only wants Priya.

She doesn't even want to see my picture.

Simple.

You won't feel bad?

Never. I love Priya.

See, I told you.

Genius, Mimi.

Uncle!

Don't tell Appan before reaching Kochi.

Okay, beta.

-Genius. -Myna will win. Yes!

The song has 32 new comments.

What?

And they're only increasing.

Robo's song is a hit.

He's a star for a reason.

-Good, right? -Very good.

Numbers, Mimi. Numbers.

On the internet, numbers rule!

The black kite flies away.

-Celebrate! -Yes!

Put it over there.

This too.

Bye, Uncle.

Bye, dear .

You're going with Uncle, okay?

Stop at Station Road, at Jain uncle's jewelry shop.

And get a gift packed for Priya.

I've spoken to them.

Priya has made such a big sacrifice.

Only for you.

Okay? Come on.

Get in. Quickly. Get in.

Pull the seat back.

I'll definitely miss my train today.

What mess have you landed us in?

This is Ratlam's traffic.

It'll clear in two minutes.

Don't do that.

It doesn't help.

How did I get stuck in this?

Uncle Sebi?

-I have an idea. -What?

The pizza, pasta, and ice cream shop that I'm going to open on campus…

its USP will be homegrown vanilla.

Completely organic.

So you'll be able to supply pure vanilla, right?

How many trucks do you want?

Truck?

-Can't I get a small bottle? -No. You can't get a small bottle.

My train!

-Wait, let me check. -How will that…

It's Ratlam, Uncle. It'll clear up in no time.

Good Lord!

Come on.

Aren't they increasing too quickly? These subscribers and comments?

Give me your phone!

Amazing words and a fantastic tune.

Channel hit.

All comments are the same.

And "channel" is spelled wrong.

Come on.

Something is wrong.

Like those…

troll armies.

Bots on the internet?

Come on. Learn to enjoy success.

Give it to me!

We are only telling you to support one channel.

And you are showing such an attitude.

Get lost.

Get lost.

Show me your phone.

Come on, show me your phone

Hey, Raja Babu !

Take out your phone and subscribe.

I did it. What more do you want?

-You did? -Yes.

Get going then. Move.

Come on, take out your phones and subscribe.

-Give me your phone. -What are you doing?

-Take out your phone and subscribe. -Which one?

Search on YouTube, it's called Myna.

Myna?

-Why should I? -You have to, madam.

She's a talent from Ratlam. Can't let it go to waste.

-Unlock this phone! -I'll unlock it.

It's a bad channel. Why should I?

I don't care. You have to do it.

Madam, unlock your phone.

You have to do it. You have to support her.

You must subscribe.

And make everyone with a phone subscribe as well.

Doesn't your Robo Bhaiya feel ashamed doing such things?

So these are Ratlam's bots.

Bhabhi?

Say namaste!

-Come here! Come here! -Namaste.

Stop all this right now!

Yes.

Did you hear that?

Subscribe and turn off your phones.

Whatever you might say, Robo Bhaiya is a genius.

Are you crazy?

It's an everyday nuisance.

Holding up traffic.

-Where are you going? -To hell.

Shall I turn the car around?

WAY TO UPSTAIRS

Where is she going?

Your favorite is up to no good again.

Don't we have to buy the gift as well?

I'm missing this train for sure.

This is Ratlam, Uncle.

One train leaves and five arrive.

Shut up! Stop saying Ratlam!

Robo-ji, what you're doing is wrong.

I've stopped.

Now,

I'll never play the trumpet again.

Not this.

Your men are threatening people on the streets. That!

That? That's my marketing plan.

By slapping people?

Look, I came to you because you're a big artist,

so I want you to set my poetry to music.

So it sounds beautiful and people follow it.

But willingly.

Not forcefully.

Even I want to earn money, but not like this.

Please stop all this.

-Bareek! -Yes, Bhaiya .

-Tell everyone to stop marketing. -Okay, Bhaiya.

-And get some tea. -Okay, Bhaiya .

-I don't drink tea. -Tea cancel.

I have a piece of land near Jawra, I can sell it if you want money.

No, no, no! Please.

Don't do anything like that.

Just think of me as a silly girl and forget me. Please?

So…

any new song?

I don't have a new song.

Are you giving it to that guy on the roof?

That…

Look. Please, calm down.

If I need help, I'll come to you myself.

Please stop all this, okay?

-Okay. -Thank you. Sorry.

Bye.

Careful!

-What happened to her-- -Hey!

What happened?

The dust from her feet.

Where is it?

Bye.

The music is off. Mimi is back home.

Don't worry.

I'm holding a steering wheel, I won't lie.

Being an older brother comes with a lot of responsibility.

You won't understand.

Okay. Bye, Jiggy Bhaiya.

If you need any help with the pizza shop, let me know.

Okay.

Cynthia?

Should we delete the channel?

No one likes our poems.

No one's heard your poems yet.

-What is this? -A sign from the universe.

Why are you giving me Veena Auntie's letter?

It's from some company called "Book My Sitara".

Maybe we'll find a clue in there? Should we open it?

No way. We can't open someone else's letter.

Return it to her.

I'm not angry!

Rose. Your husband should have told me this.

Rose, if Roysten has proposed to Priya, then who am I to stop them?

I'm not angry!

Oh, my God. I'm happy!

I can't dance over the phone to show my happiness, right, Rose?

Please.

Please tell Priya that Aunt Vatsala

-and Uncle Dave are very happy. -Aunt Rose.

I told Uncle Sebi to call after he reached Kochi.

Okay?

Rose.

Always scheming.

And Sebi is spineless.

Before Mariam's photo reaches her, Roysten's mother contacts Priya.

They think I'm stupid.

Always.

Bloody vanilla farmer.

Did you see how he hid Roysten's photo in a separate folder?

These people don't know me.

I left Kerala long ago, but I still have connections in the Diocese.

Sebi's out.

I will get Mariam married… to Roysten.

I'll go to Kerala.

Be it today or tomorrow.

You must be ready.

Okay?

Hello?

Good evening Father Joseph! This is David Bastian.

-Principal. Degree College, Ratlam. -Cynthia, open the letter.

A cheque for 25,000 rupees.

Does Veena auntie make so much money?!

If this BMS pays us this much money, we'll be sorted.

Appan won't be able to say a thing after seeing this much money.

I'll stand up to him and let the money do the talking.

Hey, Cynthia!

If we want to do this, we need Psycho.

If we tell him that he'll get paid, he'll agree.

How?

By changing the name of our WiFi.

Mimi.

Talk Shop…

How will this help?

There are only two Wi-Fis here.

He will know. Just wait.

Look.

Come now.

Psycho is greedy.

What do we do?

We should go.

Should we?

It will be okay. We should go.

But Appan?

Let's go.

Come, let's go.

Okay.

Which poem are you going to give him?

I have a few. Let's go.

Give something sensational. The internet needs sensation.

-Hi! -Hi!

I'm Cynthia. This is my sister Mariam.

Hi.

Hi.

Yeah.

Talk shop?

Can we come inside and talk?

Let's talk here.

We saw your work.

I mean we heard it.

-No, I mean we saw it. -Which one?

I do a lot of things.

Wait a second.

-Wow, you bake as well? -It's hot.

Thank you.

Laddoo Bhaiya's wedding video…

that was your work, wasn't it?

That video has needlessly made me famous in this town.

Had I known, I wouldn't have done it.

Bareek.

-Yes, Bhaiya . -What's the news?

Myna is in Black Mamba's lair.

Oh no! Get some rum. We'll have to drink today.

Today as well?

Okay, I'll get it.

This is great!

So?

Actually, I have a channel.

I recite poetry.

So I want you to give music to my poetry.

What's it called?

Myna.

Myna?

You have a big contribution to making it.

Me? How?

We used your WiFi to launch the channel.

How many subscribers?

Around 1200.

They were increasing, but we stopped it.

1200 is nothing.

What's your budget?

Budget? Why?

You said this is a business deal.

I charged 20,000 for Laddoo Bhaiya's wedding video.

We don't have that much money.

We have a long-term proposal for you.

We want you to become our business partner.

Why?

There's a company called BMS.

"Book My Sitara?"

We mentor internet influencers and manage them.

There are many frauds like this.

There's no point.

Trust me.

They're not frauds.

We saw a cheque of 25,000 for Veena Vajayanti.

Yeah.

These days, everyone wants to be an influencer.

Gamer, singer, comedian.

And your idea…

it's too far-fetched.

Mimi is different, her poems are amaz--

If you see my poetry once, you'll know.

Come dwell in my heart

Let's do one thing.

Let's shoot.

I can't do this.

Why?

I don't want to be seen.

Then how will you become an influencer?

Through my poetry.

You're wasting my time.

No.

Sorry, I can't help you.

Why?

On Facebook, millions of girls pretend to be Katrina or Deepika,

but they get nowhere.

Whoever you are, whatever you are, show yourself.

I'm sure they have their reasons.

Then overcome those reasons.

And come back to me when you have the courage to own your work.

Sorry.

Your cupcake sucks.

Simon, go back.

Simon, go back.

Britishers, go back.

He'll get lost. Go fast.

Just go quickly!

Hello.

No, I'm not ignoring you.

I'm making arrangements.

Have I ever missed a payment?

We broke Simon's vehicle.

Well done.

Bhaiya,

gift.

What are you doing here?

Sorry for troubling you at this hour. Can I borrow your scooter?

Is this a rickshaw stand?

Someone broke my bike.

Why?

Maybe someone doesn't want me in this city.

Do you do something illegal as well?

Look, I have to get somewhere, it's important.

Myna's music was also important.

You don't understand.

Did you understand?

Promise me you'll make music for me.

Okay…

promise.

Keys?

I'll return it at night.

Don't wake me up. Keep it under the pot.

And listen, if you use my scooter for anything illegal,

my Appan is friends with the police commissioner.

-They're chaddi-buddies . -Okay.

Myna has learned to fly.

Wednesday.

I want an A+.

Three days, no TV.

Study properly.

This is only for you. Only emergency calls.

And whenever you get time,

learn traditional dishes from your mom.

And please, talk to her in Malayalam.

We might have to go to Kochi any time.

But, David achaa ,

they have made their decision.

-If God doesn't want-- -What are you saying, Vatsala?

Father Joseph called personally.

Father Vincent is coming to Indore from Kerala.

They are very close to Roysten's family.

He said to present her case to him.

If this wasn't God's wish, why would Father Joseph call?

But you called Father Joseph, right?

You always demoralize me.

Always.

Nothing like that.

Drop me to the station and come back here.

He'll come twice a day.

If there's any problem, talk to him.

Okay?

Mariam.

Don't worry at all.

I'll get Roysten for you, okay?

I won't let Uncle's evil design succeed.

Okay? Don't worry.

And listen, no phone for Cynthu.

Only studying.

Oh!

Eat your meals on time.

And don't lose your temper.

When do I lose my temper?

This car is too high.

Psy messaged. The song is ready.

Let's go.

Hello?

Yes.

What happened?

-Hold this. -Should I get a band-aid?

No, leave it.

Let's go.

I sent it last month.

No.

Yes, I know.

No, I know.

I don't have enough money. I'll send it as soon as I have it.

Yes.

He's talking about money.

Okay, I'm hanging up. I'll send it soon.

Yes.

Coffee?

No, thank you.

We got your message.

Yes, the song.

I'll play it.

-Breakfast? -No, thank you so much.

Should I make Maggi with eggs? I make--

Just play the song.

Please?

Patience, patience.

The fruit of patience is sweet.

And doing things right is a treat.

Sit.

Thank you.

Do you know how long it took me to crack this song?

I listened to your poem all night.

I kept thinking, how do we…

make this international?

Right?

This hesitation in you, how do we hide it?

And how do we make it sensational,

so that people notice you in one go?

It has to grab you, right?

Yeah.

Let's hear it?

Finish your coffee first.

It's so hot it'll take hours to finish!

Let's hear it?

So meet… Myna.

When I was five Even the moon was five

Cute and shiny

Talked about the fairies

When I was five Even the moon was five

Cute and shiny

Talked about the fairies

Five! Five! Five!

Five! Five! Five!

I was five

Five! Five! Five!

When I was five

Crazy, right?

You didn't like it?

No…

it's nice.

But different from what I imagined.

So I'm a little surprised.

That was the idea. To surprise you.

Cool, slick, edgy, international.

-Terrible. -What?

No!

Nothing.

Let's go.

If you didn't like it, say it. Why are you scared?

You know, I don't know how to cook.

So whenever I have to eat my own cooking,

I mix it with lots of tomato ketchup.

Squeeze a lemon in it.

I make it so tangy, that it loses its real taste.

So you don't even know what you're eating.

Everything you say is like poetry.

This isn't funny.

I've tried a collaboration before.

Actually, I expected too much from you.

I thought you were different.

I thought you'd understand, but you understood nothing!

Mimi…

My dreams might never come true, but they're honest.

And you've made them plastic.

Thank you, but I didn't like it.

Mimi, Appan will reach Kochi soon. We don't have time.

So what should I do? Should I dance?

Should I dance to get likes?

What should I do? Do anything to just become a star?!

I have dreamed the impossible.

I thought you'd create magic.

I ran when I saw your text.

I even got hurt.

But I thought your music would lessen the pain.

But no, I'm so stupid.

Let's go.

You have an exam, right? You have to study. Let's go!

"When I was just five,

the moon was five too.

Cute-shiny.

Talking to me about angels,

with twinkling eyes.

Playing hide-and-seek.

Back then the moon was my uncle.

When I was ten, the moon turned ten too.

Hops and bats, merry-go-round.

He would explain friendship to me.

I would cry all night with my face on the pillow.

And he would wipe every tear.

The moon was my buddy.

Soon I turned 15.

And the moon turned 16.

He and I would stare at each other all night.

I would sing love songs.

-He'd play the violin." -Are you crying?

-"Oh, my beloved moon." -No.

Thank you.

Should we upload this?

Yeah.

Let's go?

Thank you.

"Back then the moon was my uncle.

When I was ten, the moon turned ten too.

Hops and bats, merry-go-round.

He would explain friendship to me.

I would cry all night with my face on the pillow.

And he would wipe my tears.

The moon was my buddy."

Hey!

I had set the fielding on this side!

That's a six!

I hadn't paid a single EMI yet.

Why did you say you trust me?

You're different.

I mean, you're not like the other boys of this city.

Meaning?

It means, you…

Look into my eyes when you talk to me.

"Hey!

Don't measure me up.

Don't have new dreams.

Hear me out.

Every year I would celebrate my birthday,

and grow a year older.

Can't fit in my own dreams anymore."

Where are you going?

"I offer a cake to the moon,

and he gives me a gift."

Should have parked even further away!

So that you can do your cardio.

"Every year he would measure my dreams.

Don't be my uncle or my buddy.

Be my aunt, O moon.

The chill type…

and answer my questions.

Why am I on this earth?

Why am I inside the house?

Why can't I stay up all night like you in the sky?

Why not hide behind the clouds?

Or shine among the stars.

Why can't I glide aimlessly on paper like a pen?

Why can't I wear high heels and take a fall?

Without a designer dress, can I not write my life's story?

O Aunt Moon

Why can't I see the world like you do?

Why can't they see me?"

Who's this?

Black Mamba.

Black serpent.

Isn't he too short?

He's just been born.

Now I'll chant a spell and wave him around.

You have to insert this nail into his mouth.

As soon as the nail's in his head,

your enemy will be attacked by illnesses,

suffer terribly,

and be out of your way.

Then your love will enter your life.

You and your lost melody will be back, forever.

Set.

Snake out, myna in.

Myna in.

But Rahu, I have a question.

After all this, will that Mamba bow before me?

He won't even dream of your name.

-No one will know of this secret. -Get out of here.

What's the point of fighting a fight,

where the opponent doesn't even know who defeated him?

What?

I can match you, nail for nail,

with knife stabs in his ass.

Before Robo Bhaiya became a singer,

he was a pro with the knife.

He could carve a figure of eight on anyone's ass.

Even doctors couldn't make head or tail of the wounds.

I'll give him a cut so fine, even a doctor won't be able to stitch it up.

When thunder roars, the wound will shiver.

When he sits to shit, he'll feel the sweet pain.

Shitting or peeing, he'll think of your brother's face.

He'll say thank you when he gets up, and sorry when he sits down.

He'll flee from Ratlam,

and forget my love forever.

Very nice.

Don't bring such cowardly plans to me.

This is my fight. I'll fight it my way.

"Fight it your way."

What are you going to do?

We'll go to his house and challenge him.

And say, "Come out, you son of a snake!".

And when he comes out…

-Wait for it. -This is a pro with a knife.

Wait for it.

You missed.

Who are you?

Black Mamba.

Psycho.

I'll go get the knife.

Stick it. Stick it in.

Here you go, Robo Bhaiya.

The nail. Shove it in.

Shove the nail.

Here you go, Robo Bhaiya.

Rafi Bhai called me.

So?

Show him, Robo Bhaiya. Show him what you can do.

He's scared, Robo Bhaiya.

Come on.

What is he doing?

What's going on?

This…

It's his knife.

We were praying.

-For what? -Well…

it's Rahu's birthday.

And the knife?

Please come.

Please come.

Aren't you a DJ?

-Yes. -You know karate too?

Black belt.

Come, Abba.

It's Rahu's birthday.

The knife isn't gonna cut it, Robo Bhaiya.

Go check what they're cooking in there.

Okay.

Walk straight, moron.

Okay.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

What say? New Modern Band.

All famous. Ratlam number one.

Rafi Bhaiya is speaking in English.

I told you to learn English.

All weddings, ceremonies, funerals…

That also… doing us.

Proprietor, Ismail Bhai.

One.

You can speak in Hindi.

-I thought since you're a DJ… -No.

I'm not a foreigner.

Of course!

I absolutely loved your DJ music.

Brilliant!

Thank you.

And we want that music for our band.

Exactly what you did for Laddoo's wedding music.

Can't we mix the old and the new?

Abba, people don't want the old anymore.

Tomorrow, that local businessman Bindal…

his son is inaugurating that big shop. What is it called?

Bindal Mall.

When we spoke to him about the inauguration, he clearly said,

"This is a modern-age shop, so we want modern-age music."

Otherwise, their shop won't get any publicity.

And attracting the public is necessary, isn't it?

Yes. But…

All that is fine. But I don't do this kind of work.

Don't worry about the money.

We'll pay you whatever you ask for.

Rafi is giving him work.

We'll have to speak with Ismail Bhai in private.

Get up.

If I do this, your old band won't be needed anymore.

So be it.

Because if we don't change with the times,

then New Modern Band won't be needed anymore.

Isn't this too much?

Bindal Seth will pay.

New age music, new age fee.

Abba, he's going to get posters and pamphlets printed.

Don't worry.

Here's your advance.

What will be your name on the poster?

DJ Psycho?

Yes. DJ Psycho.

DJ Psycho. Fantastic!

Give me a photo.

Is that necessary?

It'll be printed on the poster. Your face is your identity.

Fine. I'll send it.

Can I ask a question?

This guy with the knife upstairs… who is he?

-He's our lead singer. -Used to be.

Not anymore. Don't worry about him at all.

No, the thing is…

I think he has a problem with me.

I found my bike broken a few days ago.

He can't do anything.

He's like a packet of chips.

Looks big but it's all just air.

So done?

Done.

Done!

See you.

I'll see him out, Abba.

You're the first DJ in town.

How do you expect to find DJ-type clothes here?

They'll only have outdated, filmy clothes.

You won't get anything good here.

Good is what you make of it.

Do you have any fabric?

Yes, sir. What color?

Jiggy! Come in.

-Hello, Auntie. -Hello.

-How are you? -All good.

David sir has been calling Mariam. She wasn't answering.

So he asked me to come over and check.

It's a bit urgent.

-Really? -Yes.

She has been in her room all day. Cynthu, go check.

-Maybe she's studying. -Okay.

Mimi.

Cynthu says that you're a ghost.

Cynthu says so?

And you?

Why did you leave Bombay and come to Ratlam?

To meet you.

Very funny.

Hello, Vimmi Di. Is Mimi with you?

No. What happened?

No, I think she ran away with Psycho.

Do you want to be seen? Or be hidden?

Bhai, leave the hood open like this.

-Okay. -I'll give you the measurements.

Okay, sir.

Wow.

I would've made a curtain out of it.

I can't do all of this.

You're great at what you do.

Water?

It's Ekadashi today.

So I'm fasting. No food or water.

Then what should I offer you?

-Just your blessings. -Live long.

I've left the helper boy in charge of the shop.

Mumma, Mimi isn't getting up.

-What happened? -She has a headache.

What happened?

Please wake her up.

In half an hour, that priest from Kerala wants to connect on a video call.

Let me see.

Where is Mimi, Cynthu?

She…

What's going on?

-If your Appan-- -I'll tell you everything.

Let's find Mimi first.

Her scooter isn't outside.

-Really? -Yes.

Where did it go?

Do you want something?

No, it's okay.

-Mariam. -Yeah?

This?

This?

In this town?

Impossible.

There will be a riot if I step out like this.

Ask him.

I sent the neighbor Billu to get some curry leaves.

On the scooter?

Shampoo too.

Alright.

It'll look nice on you.

Try it.

In my next life.

Let's go. We need to wrap up your photo session

and get home before dark.

My adventure for the day is done.

Psy! Let's go.

-Shall we? -Yes.

Let's go.

One second.

Let's go?

Psy!

-Cynthu? -Mariam, are you crazy?

-What happened? -Appan has been calling on your phone.

-Oh, shit! Hold this! -Hurry up!

-Come! Sit in front! -What happened?

Cynthu!

I have to go. I'm so sorry.

Hurry up!

She is always roaming around.

Your bag! Mimi!

How are you? Do you have a fever?

No, Appan.

Very good.

Father Vincent wants to speak with you.

Father Vincent. Mariam.

Hello Mariam. How are you?

Your father is telling me,

you really really like Roysten.

Yes, she likes him very much.

Say, you like…

The question is whether he likes you.

That is why I have come.

I've to come and talk to him to give her a chance.

Because she really loves him.

Is she ready?

Has she worked on it?

Yes.

Dear, do you remember? Second Peter…

chapter three, verse nine.

The Lord is not slow in making his promise…

As some understand slowness…

He…

He…

He is…

-Mariam, He is patient with you. -Patience…

Patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish,

but everyone to come to repentance.

You know that, Mariam.

-She is nervous. She had a fever. -Mariam.

You have to learn it by heart.

How you learn to breathe.

Priya knows all of them.

Yes. She also knows.

Roysten's mother, Mrs. Abraham.

She's a childhood friend of Father Vincent.

So he said I'll go and speak to her.

I said okay.

-Only try. -Yes.

Okay?

David, I cannot go against the wishes of God.

-If he likes Priya, he likes Priya. -Yes.

-That's it, David. -Yes, yes. Of course.

I'll call you back, okay?

Take your medicine. Okay?

Mumma?

What happened?

He scolded her because you weren't around.

He said a lot of mean things.

Mumma.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No one tells me anything.

Neither your Appan nor you.

Everyone does as they please.

Mumma.

What are you doing? Tell me at least.

If I'm lying, I should know what for.

Mumma . Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Who was that boy?

I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything.

Rafi is trying to save his identity.

And there is nothing wrong with that.

Forty years ago,

when I quit my ancestral legacy, the "Shehnai",

and picked up the clarinet,

to create the New Modern Brass Band.

People said all sorts of things.

They said Ismail quit the old and adopted the new.

It was the need of the hour.

Now once again, it's time for change

and we should change.

Ismail Bhai, what Rafi is calling old is a skill.

It's not some sound coming from a box.

And how can a skill ever be old?

You found me on the steps of this very mosque.

My grandmother died begging on these steps.

You raised me like a son and made me an artist.

For what?

For this day?

Ismail Bhai,

it's a small request, give me one chance to fight back.

There's no point in going down without a fight.

Ismail Bhai, you were the first to bet on this Robo.

Do it again.

And not just for me, but for all the artists

who have blown out their lungs playing the trumpet.

Ismail Bhai, please?

Rafi!

Listen, come here.

That businessman of yours, what's his name? Bindal?

Bindal.

Isn't he the king of gambling?

Yes.

So there won't be just a DJ show at his mall.

We'll have a competition.

New Modern Band vs…

-DJ Psycho. -DJ Psycho.

And people will bet on them.

Either he wins or the DJ.

Bindal will make a fortune

and Robo will get another chance.

And if the show is a hit…

-We'll do more shows. -And?

-Make more money. -And?

Wow, Abba.

Don't ever tell me again,

Abba doesn't have "business sense".

Thank you, Rafi Bhaiya.

Thank Abba, not me.

And you, don't mess it up this time.

If you do, I won't be able to convince Rafi again.

Ismail Bhai, don't worry.

I'll lock that snake up in a box

and drop him so deep in the jungle,

he'll never touch my myna again.

I'm trying to save your life, your identity.

and you're still…

Ismail Bhai, my love is my identity.

And there is nothing wrong with trying to save my identity.

Nothing wrong.

"The moon was my uncle."

How do you like the channel, Mumma?

"The moon turned ten too.

Hops and bats, merry-go-round."

-You don't like them? -"He would explain friendship to me.

I would cry all night."

I'm scared.

What are you doing?

Your poems are nice.

But what will your Appan say if he finds out?

And how are you going to make money doing this?

Veena auntie made money too.

Using your recipes.

It's pretty easy nowadays, Mumma.

And once that's done, I'll take you two somewhere far away.

We'll order food every day.

We won't even have a kitchen at home.

Will you come?

Little Myna.

Be careful.

Okay, I'm very tired.

I'll get some sleep.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, dear.

Poor Mumma.

No one ever asks her what she wants.

And on top of that you!

What's wrong with you?

Going shopping with Psycho.

Cynthu, Mumma's sleeping alone.

Should we sneak into her bed like we used to when we were children?

For your kind information, I'm still a child.

Remember how Mumma gave the seven dwarfs Malayalam names?

Sahji, Joji, Joju.

I used to fall in love with the dwarfs.

Who has the time to wait for the prince?

I used to wait for the prince.

While finishing a tub of chocolate ice cream.

Come, let's sneak up on her again!

Let's go!

You're Bhim, I'm Arjun and Mumma is a Kaurav.

On three, okay?

Three, two, one.

Attack!

Are you mad? I can't come.

What I did today was pretty scandalous.

Everyone is upset with me.

Only for ten minutes. Please.

It's important.

Then say it on the phone.

By the way, how was your shoot?

I wanted to show you the pictures.

So you want me to jump a wall right now to see them?

Tell me on the phone.

Come over or I…

Or what?

Or I'll die in this cold.

Open up!

Go away!

Keys.

Now go!

For you.

But why?

We can hang up now.

-Take it? -What is it?

See for yourself.

I can't accept this.

Fine, then throw it in the dustbin.

Why should I throw it? You throw it.

I gave it to you. It's yours now.

Do whatever you feel is right.

This is not right.

You don't like it?

It's nice. But that's not the point.

Then what is the point?

Someone's giving you a gift. Take it.

You wanted to wear it, didn't you?

If not in front of the world, wear it behind closed doors.

But don't kill your desires.

Ditcher! I'll wake Mumma up.

Hi.

Tomorrow is my first gig. It's a new job.

I came to invite both of you.

Please, come.

Okay, bye.

Cynthu. Sorry.

Meeting, ASAP.

Who gifts a dress like this?

In the first couple of meetings?

Cynthu, ears.

This Psycho only wants sex from you.

Cynthu!

And what if it's true love?

He can do whatever he wants.

The point is, what is Mimi doing?

Going out shopping with him.

He asked for my help.

By the way, how's your channel Myna doing?

How many new subscribers do you have?

We have to get to the BMS competition and make money

for which I wrote them an email.

What's happening on that front?

Aren't you looking after that?

Did you ask me for an update?

Did you check how the new video is doing?

Veena Vyjanti didn't become an internet influencer so easily.

We need to post a new video every week.

I should have known, this would be beyond you.

What have I done?

I only went to buy a dress with him.

No. You like spending time with him.

You write his name in your notebook.

I'm observing you.

Falling in love, what a wonderful thing to happen.

Wonderful or disastrous?

Appan will have Roysten's address by now.

If we don't focus on Myna, then there is no chance.

What should I do?

Make some money first, then think about other things, please.

Fine.

Cool, I'll keep this dress.

Give it back.

I'll have to return it to him.

Give me the box too.

Psy and Robo are having a competition in the evening.

I'll wait for it to end.

You're coming for the competition.

No excuses.

Namaskar to the people of Ratlam.

Salaam to the people of Ratlam.

We have arranged a musical contest for you to enjoy.

A battle between divine melody and techno beats.

In one corner is DJ Psycho,

and in the other our very own Robo.

They are going to fight till the end.

At sundown. This evening. This evening.

-Give me. -Get down, get down.

Are you forgetting something?

-Come on. Come on. -Did you get everything?

-Come on. -Dada .

Dada, come on.

-Get down quickly? -Listen.

Hear me out, today man will be fighting a machine.

-Crush all his machines. -Don't talk too much.

That's all the equipment you need?

-Yes. -You get away cheap.

No no, it's pretty expensive.

Look, Rafi Bhai, I'm doing it this time

because I need the money.

But…

brass bands are an art.

You just slam that Robo down so hard,

that he can't get up.

Is this music or wrestling?

Sorry. Let's go.

Yes.

I mean, it's like wrestling, but with music.

BINDAL MALL PRESENTS MEGA COMPETITION

One!

Two!

Three!

Start!

It's a face-off

It's a face-off

Between the new and old

Between art and a toy

Between a legend and a child

Child! You!

You are such a child

You are such a child

NEW MODERN BAND

You are such a child

Such a child

Your melody is a disaster

Disaster!

Such a child

Such a child

Such a child

Your melody is all jumbled up

You look like a cool dude But broke when it comes to talent

Go back. Go back. Simon, go back!

Go back

Go back

Simon

Simon, go!

Jumbled

Simon… Jumbled

Jumbled… Simon… Go!

Go!

Go!

We are the real players

Go back

We are sure to win

Go back

One who wins her love

Go back

And win this battle

Go back

Go!

Go!

Bareek!

Amazing!

This note is mine

This talent is mine

This world is mine

This love is mine

Like this divine note

She is mine

Hey!

Don't measure me up

Hear me out

Don't measure me up

Don't measure me up

Don't measure me up

They all sold out, Ismail Bhai.

Robo-ji.

You sang well.

Bye.

-It's those guys, right? -Yeah!

-Losers! -Yeah!

This is so embarrassing.

She was only looking at that snake.

What is written is written.

Forgive me, Robo Bhaiya.

We crossed over to the other side.

That box was magical.

Robo Bhaiya, we were intoxicated by the music.

We have lost this battle.

We haven't lost the battle.

If we had, why would she say…

"You sang well."

It might have been dim,

but I could see the light of love in her eyes.

Twenty years ago, you used to see lanterns in Sheila's eyes as well.

We must fix that snake for good.

Until now, we were using might.

But now we must use our cunning.

Should we unleash a virus on him?

We'll attack his infrastructure.

We'll break that box!

Okay?

Get up.

Get up, dada. Put the booze down.

-Let's go. -Let's go.

And get my binoculars, Bareek.

Let's go, Sharma-ji. Let's go, tune this guy.

Come.

Hi.

Hi.

I wanted to talk about something.

Tell me.

I can't accept this.

Okay.

Anything else?

Whatever it is you're thinking…

It isn't going to happen.

What am I thinking?

We are professionals, and we'll stay that way.

Nothing more.

What can't happen?

You know what I'm talking about.

Don't try to be over-smart.

Can we write poems for each other?

"Why can't a girl propose to a boy?"

You read my diary?

I didn't read it. It…

fell and I saw it by chance.

Give it back!

Robo Bhaiya, I'm here. Should I cut it?

What are you waiting for? Cut it!

Okay.

I have cut it, bhaiya.

Robo Bhaiya, the electricity has been cut. The path is clear.

Let's attack!

What happened?

I think you should go.

Why?

Just go.

What happened?

Go!

Please.

Go.

Please.

Mimi!

Mimi!

Mimi! Mimi! Come.

Mom!

Mom!

-Mom! -Do something!

What happened?

Do something!

Mom.

What happened?

I was studying.

She got on a stool to get the jar of rice and…

I always do.

But why do you?

You could have called me.

She did.

You weren't there.

Please don't tell your dad.

Mom, wait a second.

What happened to her?

You guys wait outside. I'll examine her.

Nurse.

Mariam, can I get you something?

Sit down.

You can leave. I'm fine. Thank you.

I'll wait for the doctor to get done.

No, seriously. I'll handle it. Thank you.

-You're angry. -No.

Mariam, I'm sorry.

Why? Because you pushed me?

It's fine.

Mariam, I'm sorry.

It's fine.

Thank you for showing me what you feel about me. It's okay.

-Mimi, I was-- -What do you expect me to do?

My mom is in the hospital.

Should I look after her or you? What should I do?!

-The doctor is calling. -Yes.

No, not you.

Sir, he's calling you.

She's my mom.

Yes, but the doctor has asked for him to be sent in.

What can he do that I can't?

Mariam, it's okay. I'll see.

Have a seat, madam.

Sit down.

Mimi. BMS sent an email.

They like the song. They want to talk.

Is this the time to talk about BMS?

It's not my fault it came now.

-What happened? -What did the doctor say?

She's fine.

Can we see her?

-They'll let us know. -What did the doctor say?

Cynthu, two seconds?

-Mariam. -What happened?

One second. Just sit down.

Mimi.

Just sit down. One second.

Tell me what happened.

The doctor said…

-Actually… -What did he say?

What did he say?

Your mom and dad are still trying.

Trying what?

She's pregnant.

They're trying for a boy.

Because of her age…

her blood sugar is very high.

She is okay, Mariam.

-It's okay. -It's fine.

-Mariam, she's-- -Fine.

I said, don't!

Leave!

Leave.

Mom.

Don't you like us?

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Where is the gentleman who was with you?

The guy? He ran off.

I tried calling Principal Sir, but his phone was unreachable.

He's gone to Kerala to take care of some business.

He made contact with Roysten's mother.

Fine.

Once I speak with him,

he can decide what to do.

What needs to be done? Tell me.

Look,

it's an early pregnancy.

Her sugar is high, and so is her blood pressure,

which is very harmful to the kidney.

That's why she fainted.

You've had a history of such problems.

This has happened before.

So what's your advice?

This time, it can be dangerous.

But one pill can take care of it.

It hasn't even matured yet.

So she should take the pills.

We should ask your dad.

I tried calling him, but he's unreachable.

And if we can't reach him?

Can we wait?

We should do it as soon as possible.

The doctor is suggesting a sonography.

By then, we might contact your dad.

So we know if it's a boy or a girl?

You know this is illegal, right?

Look, I've been trying to tell her that.

Actually, doctor, I want to talk to my mom alone.

Sure.

-Hello, Auntie. -Please leave us for a minute.

-I went to the house, it was locked-- -I said leave, please!

Is this what you want?

Maybe you don't like us

-but we want you. -No, Mimi.

No, I don't want anything.

I just want you two.

I don't want anything else.

Come here.

I never asked God for anything else.

I just want you two.

I'm really sorry, my babies.

Really sorry.

If you want this, we'll gladly welcome the baby.

We'll shower him with lots of love. Promise.

Yes.

There is a life in me.

-How can I-- -You decide, Mom.

By choosing what to do.

Not because you fear Dad.

You can blame it on me. Tell him I forced you to do it.

But do it because you want to.

It's okay.

Mimi.

Mimi.

Yes, what happened?

Did the doctor give you the pill?

I can ask.

I want it.

-Mimi. -Yes.

This is my choice.

I'm not scared of anyone.

I have you two, that's enough for me.

Okay.

Let's do this.

Yeah.

What the…

I swear, Robo Bhaiya.

I checked the birth chart thrice. She can't be pregnant--

Pregnancy can't be detected in the birth chart.

It's detected in a urine test.

Urine?

Urine.

"Number one."

Piss!

-How dare you talk about her piss-- -Hey!

-This is my job. -What kind of job is this?

Last night, I saw them kissing on the lips.

But in one night?

It can't happen through a kiss.

They have to copulate to have children.

Not necessarily.

My neighbor Madan used to work in Delhi.

He didn't come to Ratlam for six months, but his wife got pregnant.

I used to go there.

What rubbish…

That snake is spewing his venom.

The roof was already connected.

This could be an old connection.

Where is the snake?

He fought with her at the hospital and left.

Hopped on his bike and disappeared.

He hasn't returned home since.

He impregnated her and ran out on her.

If David sir finds out,

he'll throw her out on the street.

Where will she go with her fatherless child?

Will sister-in-law have to beg on the streets with her baby?

No.

No one will beg while I'm here.

I'll marry her.

What's going on?

You can't marry her.

She's Christian and you're--

Then I'll become a Christian for that orphan.

Find out how to become a Christian.

-I think you have to take an English test. -What?

Maybe…

-Are you a priest? -No.

-Then go ask a priest. -Okay.

I'll become a Christian for that orphan.

Very nice.

Very nice.

Explain it to him.

-Next time, don't go touching urine-- -Hey!

Don't let anyone find out about this.

Okay.

Shall I go then?

Yes.

Listen.

Don't go around touching piss.

Who does such things?

This is my job.

Cynthia, bring my bag.

Thank you, Uncle.

She did the right thing by taking the pill.

BP, sugar, everything is normal.

But Principal sir…

I'll take care of it.

-Please. -Okay.

I'll head out. Take care.

Did you get through to your dad?

Yes, but I haven't told him yet.

Let him come home, then I'll tell him.

A week to ten days later?

We're sure to get yelled at. Let's avoid it for a few days.

Why is the gate open?

Murderer.

Bloody murderer.

You're a bloody murderer!

You're a murderer!

Murderer.

What is it?

What is it?

What is it?

What is it?

Mimi, no.

-What is it? -Mimi, no. Please don't.

-Achaa, please no. -Hey!

Mimi, no.

-What is it? -Achaa!

-Achaa! -Mom.

What is it?

What is it?

Child, no. Don't.

What is it?

"A little blue sock, which mother had woven.

I wanted to show it to him and ask who shattered dreams.

But my voice betrayed me.

My situation betrayed me.

Everyone betrayed me.

How do I reach the end…

when the beginning betrayed me?"

-Come on. -Make one more.

-Yes, one for me as well. -Enjoy it.

-Rahu… -Dada, just check if this fits all right?

You want a drink?

Yes.

Do it properly.

Deck him up in style!

Yes!

No need to measure his chest, it's 56 inches.

That's it.

Look, you'll wear this suit to the church.

They'll sprinkle holy water on you, then give you wine to drink.

-Wine? -How much? This much?

Just a sip.

That won't be enough for Robo Bhaiya.

That's all the wine you need to become a Christian.

It takes more to become a drunkard.

Why do I have to wear these boots?

-Robo Bhaiya. -I'll have to take them off in the church.

You don't have to take your shoes off in the church.

Really?

What will we call you after you become a Christian?

-Do I have to change my name? -Yes.

Once he becomes Christian, his horoscope will change completely.

We'll find a name from the new horoscope.

Why will it change?

The priest said you'll be born again.

-Born again? -So your horoscope will change.

Then how about Robert? Robert!

We'll choose a name she likes.

-Absolutely. -What passion!

But how are you going to propose to her?

-Are you done? -Yes.

Bye.

Here you go. Have fun. Make a good one.

Sure.

I have…

thought of something.

I won't… I won't ask

-"I won't ask." -Bravo!

I won't ask whose sin this was

Give me an NOC

And I'll abide by you Always, always, always

Because I love you

Like a fool

Damn.

Find a new beat. A new beat!

We'll have to follow Ismail Bhai's advice.

We must change with the times.

Yes.

Will I have to sing in English?

-Yes. -Absolutely!

And that too rap… Just like that black mamba.

-Yes! -Good God.

But who will write the song? My English is useless.

What about Pyaare's son?

He goes to an English medium school.

Yes!

-Made in foreign! -Right.

-Can he write it? -Great.

Very nice.

Then we'll get that "yo."

-Yo! -Like this.

Yo!

Wow!

Very nice.

David.

No discussion, Vatsala.

You did what you had to do.

Now, let me do what I have to do.

It wasn't easy getting this appointment with Roysten's mother.

But why marriage?

If not marriage, then what?

Can she be independent?

Get a job?

I'm not just her father, I'm her professor as well.

I look at all the other students.

She can't even speak properly.

How can she become independent?

Did you see the rage in her eyes last night?

Control her.

If she loses her temper in front of them, she'll never get married.

She'll stay with us until she's old.

Should I reheat it?

What are you doing?

BMS sent another email.

This Saturday. They're asking you to perform in Jabalpur.

They'll pay 25,000.

And if their algorithms like Myna,

they can pay 150,000.

And get us more shows.

Show Dad you can be independent.

When he sees you're making money, he'll cancel the wedding.

But it says here they want 100% original content.

Psy used samples.

We don't have the rights.

So tell him. He'll fix it.

But where is he?

He hasn't come home since last night.

I hope he's okay.

Go find Psycho.

We have to reply to BMS now! Come on.

But I haven't even brushed my teeth yet.

You have to fix the music, not kiss him. Come on.

Is Psy here?

Not since the competition night.

Any message for him? Tell me.

Wait, where are you going?

Sorry.

-Congratulations. Sorry. -Thanks.

Psy?

What drama is this?

This is not drama.

Then why are you running away?

I am not running away.

Can we at least talk?

I don't want to talk to you!

-I insulted you. I'm sorry. -Leave me.

You don't know what was going on. My dad--

I don't want to know, okay?

Why the ego?

It's not ego. It's realization.

We are different. We can't be together.

Why?

Why are we different?

Watch your head.

Fine. We're different.

But what about our collaboration?

Listen,

there's a performance in Jabalpur this Saturday.

We'll get paid.

Cynthu forwarded me the mail.

So?

They want an original song. I cut and paste music together.

I don't know how to make originals.

Then let's think of something.

There's no point. I can't do it.

Please, for my sake. Dad will get me married.

So what should I do?

Are you angry?

The other day, you pushed me, and I felt bad.

Can I not feel bad?

That was my first kiss.

Fine.

Forget Mariam.

But don't leave Myna, please.

What happened?

My life is already pretty fucked up.

Whatever happened is my fault. Just go now.

But what happened?

That kiss was a mistake.

I'm just a horrible boy. Please, just let me go.

I just dropped David sir at the station.

I saw you, so I stopped.

What are you doing here?

I came here to meet the wedding videographer.

It's good to be prepared.

Yes.

Get in. I'll drop you home.

No, thank you.

Something isn't right.

I have a bad feeling.

There were marks on his wrist.

As if someone had tied him, and he tried to free himself.

Your own ship is sinking, and you're worried about him?

If he doesn't want to share it with you, then forget it.

Think about yourself.

We must perform at BMS.

What good will I be out there alone?

I won't be able to do anything there without him.

Listen. Should we check his room?

What's the point? It's locked.

So, what's your plan?

Wow.

Are you done? Can we leave?

Psy?

Psy!

No one's answering.

Where is he wandering about without his phone?

Give me the pin.

"Sarthak Bhaiya". Should I pick it up?

You Idiot! You thought you could get away from me?

I know you're getting treated at that Chibba Clinic.

I'll come to Rail Nagar, okay? Hello.

What is Chibba Clinic?

Is he ill?

Then why isn't he telling us?

Shit.

And who's this Sarthak Bhaiya?

This boy is in trouble.

I have to go there.

Rail Nagar? No one goes across the railway tracks.

You can't go alone.

Robo? Are you out of your mind? Why are you concerned for him?

We have to help him out.

I'll take Robo with me. You handle it here.

Open the door.

Open the door. Bloody nuisance.

Hello.

Can I come inside?

Yes.

Robo Bhaiya, sister-in-law--

Mariam-ji is here.

-Hello. -You?

Are you going somewhere?

I was coming to see you.

-Bareek, some tea. -No tea.

Tea cancel.

Actually, I have something important to ask you.

I need your help.

Yes, I know.

The ward boy told me.

Yes.

You know, Psy?

He's missing.

I know. He ran away.

I don't know. He left without saying anything.

What can you expect from people like him?

Sit down. You shouldn't be standing in this condition.

-What happened to me? -Come, sit.

-Come. Sit. -Please.

I know everything.

Don't worry. I'm here.

How do I tell you, but I…

I wrote a poem.

"Dear, madam. To your kind attention.

To whomsoever it may co…"

-Bareek. -Yes.

Give me a beat.

-Yes. -Give me a beat.

Hello!

I am Robo

Dear, madam. In your kind attention To whomsoever it concerns

I am Robo, I do filmy art

With your permission, I gradually start

In rap style, I open my heart

I open my heart for you, open my heart

Remembering this English poem Was hard enough for me

I know your story I feel very, very sorry

Very, very sorry, madam. Very, very sorry

This all world gone totally corrupt

Noticing a single lady These men pounce so swiftly

How badly they pounce! How soon they pounce!

Pounce from the left Pounce from the right

Be it from upside or down

They want to pounce Pounce, pounce, pounce!

I know that new friend of yours Psy

Very cunning fellow, oh my!

Knows how to betray And leave in a jiffy

First traps girls and runs away Disappears in thin air

Curse him!

You dropped in love You are so naive

Psy was a bloody fool He was a perv

He showed his stunts, showed his tricks

Made very, very, very false promises

He kissed you on the lips And then did this!

What rubbish is this?

Rubbish?

I thought I was doing a good deed.

What good deed is that?

My English might be terrible,

but my heart is uncorrupted.

The ward boy told me that Psy

got you pregnant and ran away.

Are you… out of your mind?

No.

I'm ready to be the child's father. I'm ready to become a Christian as well.

I love you, Mariam. You're my divine note.

Why don't you say anything?

What should I say?

This is all very strange.

This is not what I thought when I came…

First things first, I'm not pregnant.

I was at the hospital for a completely different reason.

And what you just told me…

About your feelings…

I would never even dream of that.

Then why did you bring that poem to me?

As a friend.

Friend?

I'll tell you what the problem is.

My father is in Kerala fixing my marriage, which I don't want.

I want to get out of here, and I need yours and Psy's--

How do I explain this to you?

I don't know what I did to make you feel this way.

I'm sorry.

But I don't feel this way about you.

I respect your feelings.

Try…

You should try to do the same.

But…

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Then what help was she asking for?

Mariam! Stop…

What are you doing here?

Cynthu told me you were here.

What happened?

It's okay.

It's okay. Let's go.

Come on.

NEW MODERN BAND

Mariam, this city is like this.

In fact, the whole world is like this.

They can't see.

They can't see a girl as a friend.

They want some kind of relationship.

Mother. Daughter. Sister.

But a friend?

The boy whose help I need right now…

needs help himself.

He's in Rail Nagar, at some Chibba Clinic.

What's he doing there?

That's what I need to find out.

We have to go.

Do you have the courage?

Stop.

-Are you having trouble breathing? -Yes.

I have a chest congestion.

Does it hurt anywhere else?

Yes, I have a headache as well.

We have a patient here.

We don't have any Muslim patients here.

Nasreen Didi.

But there is no one here--

Check, please. A boy called Psy.

Look.

He's in bed number three…

But he's a DND patient. No one's allowed to meet him.

But what happened to him?

We don't have that information.

I'll be back in a jiffy, okay?

Didi, listen!

It's not allowed, please.

Your eyebrows are looking like a jungle.

Come to the parlor, I'll do them for free.

But, di-

DR. A. B. CHIBBA

Psy?

He's unconscious.

He'll stay that way for two days.

What happened to him?

He's undergoing treatment.

He gets electric shocks every day.

He'll need three more doses.

Until then, he'll just lie there like a vegetable.

But why?

Madam, he went against God's will.

He became gay.

Gay?

Man-to-man love.

No woman.

And now he's having them shock the sin out of him.

Good God, what have they done to him?

Mariam, let's go, let's go.

Allah!

What are you doing here?

They told me you're here, so I had to come.

Sorry.

You asked for my help as a friend,

and I misunderstood it for love.

Robo, what you did was very wrong.

I've come to make amends.

When you said no, I was very disturbed.

I didn't know what to do. Should I harm myself or you?

But then I looked at him.

He was in love with Julie who lived across the tracks.

When Julie said no, he quietly came back.

He didn't cry or force her.

I've spent a lifetime with them, it's the least I can learn.

Sorry.

Now we'll only be friends and only if you agree.

Let's save Psy?

Thank you.

Let's go.

I have a complete report about what they're doing here with Psy.

Many employees here were married to my music.

They all respect me.

-Hello, Robo Bhaiya. -Hello, Pappu. How are you doing?

-Just-- -Get out. I'll see you later.

We must get Psy out of here.

Don't be afraid.

Come with me.

What is he?

Come, come.

-Move it. Hurry up! -Hello, Robo Bhaiya.

We must ask first.

If we wait for an answer, they'll shock him to death.

-Bareek. -Yes, bhaiya.

-Get a stretcher. -Stretcher.

-Dr. Chibba. -Robo?

What are you doing here?

There's allopathy and homeopathy,

but have you heard of slap-o-pathy and punch-o-pathy?

Robo, don't try anything,

or I'll call security.

And kick-o-pathy.

Come on, let's go.

-Bareek. -I'm right here.

One, two, three, start!

They're all my friends. No one's going to stop us.

You might have sung at their weddings,

but Chibba supplies them with Viagra pills.

Where's Rahu?

-What have you done? -Sorry!

Get that wheelchair!

-You should have said something to him. -Let's go!

Take him.

Someone get him!

-Come on! -Let's go!

Security! Catch them first.

Let's go.

That rung his doorbell.

Close it quickly.

Where are you going?

Someone stop them.

Hey, stop!

Mad lady!

They closed it.

Let's go.

David.

-Roysten's mother… -Yes.

likes Priya a lot.

Yes.

And she's going to get them married.

I told you this over the phone.

-Yes. -And you still came over.

Well, I came to meet everyone.

To meet Shajju, Sebi. To meet you.

Okay, now you do one thing.

Please bless Priya and Roysten, okay?

-Shajju. -Yes, Father.

In the evening, bring him to the chapel.

-Yes, Father. -I'll pull out a list of the best grooms.

For Mariam.

What happened?

David. Please listen.

Everything in life is not smooth sailing.

Learn to accept life as it comes.

Yes, Father.

In today's sermon, I'll be talking about ego.

And you have to attend it, without fail.

It is the ego that takes people down the wrong path.

So please don't miss it.

Please do attend it, okay?

-Yes, Father. -God bless you.

Thank you, Father.

Where are you going?

Sebi's house is this way.

To Roysten's house.

But Father just said--

I don't want to go.

My ego is taking me.

Stop.

What are you guys doing here?

Resting.

Getting you two here on a stretcher took the life out of us.

Bareek, can you do me a favor?

Yes.

Take me back to the clinic.

No. We don't have permission.

Whose?

Mine.

Thank you, Bareek.

I'll take it from here.

You guys can leave.

Let's go.

What's going on here?

You tell me.

I said I don't want to talk to you.

And you forcefully brought me back?

Forcefully?

They were torturing you.

They were treating me, I asked them to.

For what?

You have to tell me.

Don't you think you owe me this much?

Don't be selfish.

In the ninth standard,

all the boys started being interested in girls.

And I was interested in them.

This one time, I held a boy's hand…

and said…

"I like you."

He laughed.

Everyone started making fun of me.

My uncle found out.

He started abusing my mother.

He said, "He's like this because he's your blood."

My father died when I was young.

So she had to bear the brunt of Uncle's temper.

I'd get angry.

Mostly at myself.

I started pretending

to be like everyone else.

Talking about girls with the boy gang.

Going to the gym. Riding bikes.

Uncle was happy.

Mom was happy.

I was sent to Mumbai.

Uncle's son Sarthak Bhaiya was struggling there.

I had to help him out.

I started working in different fields.

Then I met him.

Nick.

Nick…

was happy with being gay.

He used to say, "This is what I am, who I am".

One day, Nick proposed to me.

He took me out to dinner.

Nick kissed me and I kissed him back.

I liked it. It felt easy.

But Sarthak Bhaiya recorded us.

I said, "Sorry, bhaiya, please. It was a mistake".

He said he'll show the video to my uncle,

and make my mother's life hell.

He started asking for money.

Nick kept saying…

"Leave all this and come with me".

We'll talk to your mother, she can stay with us.

I spoke to my mom.

Mom said she wouldn't speak to me until I changed.

I found out about Dr. Chibba's clinic in Ratlam.

He guarantees treatment.

I came to Ratlam.

They started with hypnotherapy. I thought…

it's making a difference.

When I met you, I thought it was a sign.

I thought I was getting better.

I kept getting involved.

But that night I realized I was wrong.

I'm sorry but I was confused.

I didn't know what to do.

I went back to Dr. Chibba, and he said he had one last option.

It's an advanced treatment. Electro-shock therapy.

I said,

"Do it."

I have to change at any cost.

I want to talk to my mom.

I want to change.

I want to finish this course, please.

That Chibba is a good-for-nothing fraud!

He'll kill you.

I've known him for years.

He used to sell medicinal powder on trains.

Then he started his own fake clinic.

He gets his own daughter's asthma treated at the Civil Hospital.

If you don't believe me, I'll show you.

Psy.

Come on.

Let's use our poetry, our music…

to change the way the world thinks.

Why should we change ourselves?

We'll talk to your mom and find Nick.

Once we get through this BMS.

BMS.

You are so selfish. You only think about yourself.

Listen, don't break her heart. No one does what she did for you--

Please, stop lecturing me.

I had…

a grandma.

If you have to ask, she was a beggar.

She used to sing for pennies, but…

what she had to say was really deep.

Don't tell the fish to grow wings and fly

Mister.

She'll fall on the surface and squirm

Mister

Isn't he singing really well?

Listen, what if…

The three of us get together?

Can't happen.

Why?

Don't look for jasmine flowers

On rose branches

Don't look for jasmine flowers

On rose branches

Lemon trees

Lemon trees can never sprout mangoes

Never sprout mangoes

The day Mariam gets married,

my share of 73 acres…

The land on which Sebi is vanilla farming,

I'll transfer it all to his name.

What?

Forever.

After all, he's farming.

The land should be in his name, right?

Mimi? Priya.

Congratulations.

Why?

Your wedding has been fixed.

O perishable one

-Roysten. -Know your place

Remember, I told you about Senthil?

That guitar player?

I still feel I love Senthil a lot.

You're lying, right?

Congratulations.

Congratulations, Mimi.

Everyone is very happy.

And it's all thanks to him.

But tomorrow, Roysten's mother, Mrs. Abraham, she'll give you a call.

Mimi!

Mimi. Don't do this, dear.

-Sebi. -Yes?

Just remember Mariam should not find out about this.

If she does, I'll donate the land to the blind school.

And remember, I have a share in the house too.

If I take it back, you'll be out on the streets.

What are you doing, Mimi?

I'm your older brother.

I don't want to do that.

-Mrs. Abraham. -O perishable one…

-All okay? -All okay.

Yes.

True comfort is in being yourself

True comfort is in being yourself

-Don't tell the fish to grow wings and fly -You scared me.

Is this you? You played hockey?

I was the best.

Twenty-three years ago, I was exactly where you are today.

Your Appan had sent a proposal.

Your grandpa was no more, so I had to decide.

Marriage or hockey.

Marriage was the traditional safe choice.

I got married.

A choice no one could blame.

I was scared of the unknown.

I was scared of my own freedom.

How can anyone be scared of freedom?

Just like you're scared today.

But how can I prepare alone?

Just say yes, and I'll handle the rest.

Okay.

One kilo of rice powder.

Five hundred grams of tellicherry pepper.

Kerala black pepper.

You'll get everything from Kerala Bhandaar in Indore.

Mimi's interview is tomorrow evening. Get it before that.

Should I send my boy?

Actually, David sir asked me to stay here.

Jiggy, your sister's marriage is at stake.

What if your boy messes things up?

-No, I'll go myself then. -Yes.

-Bye, Ammi-ji. -Bless you.

Don't tell

Don't tell a fish to grow wings and fly

Mister

Gendalaal-ji!

If David sir finds out what's going on here,

there is no telling what Grandpa will do with you.

-Go. -Mariam, go for it.

-Where is Cynthu? -She'll come. Go on.

Go on.

Cynthu.

I hate you.

Okay.

You were my hero.

I liked you. But not anymore.

Cynthia, now--

Next, you'll say, "You're too young.

You won't understand This is for adults."

I just have one question.

What?

You called her selfish.

A girl who's always doing things for those around her.

She saved your life

and you can't even make music for her?

And it's not about music, it's about supporting her,

as a friend.

Last night I said too much, I was upset.

I was coming over to apologize.

Whatever you want to say, say it with your music.

We are running out of time.

We'll solve your problem later.

For now, just make music.

For BMS?

BMS wants original songs.

I scavenge samples and assemble them.

I don't know how to make music.

I do.

Not music.

A new idea per minute.

Interested?

Okay, Mimi, let's start the rehearsal.

Don't be nervous. Start confidently.

Position.

But alone?

We're here.

Spotlight on Mariam.

MC will come to the mic and say, "Ladies and gentlemen, etc-etc".

"Blah-blah-blah."

And let's hear what our very own Myna has to say.

"It had white plastic flowers.

But smelled like the real ones.

Long silver ribbons,

glittered like gold in the sun.

My shiny new cycle

made everyone jealous.

But it used to scare me.

Scared…"

"Scared I was of falling.

Of boys making fun of me.

So I never climbed atop the cycle I feared."

If the ducklet will fear to hatch

He'll suffocate to death

If the frog doesn't take the leap of faith

He'll remain in the pond forever

If the ducklet will fear to hatch

He'll suffocate to death

"I don't know whether there's victory or defeat beyond fear.

But there's a huge world beyond fear.

Unique, exciting, scary…

mine.

And where fear ends,

is where my future, my life begins."

If the ducklet will fear to hatch

He'll suffocate to death

So today we announce our band,

Myna, featuring Psy and Robo.

The band will travel to Jabalpur tomorrow by the 4:00 p.m. train.

With their original piece.

Tickets are done. Courtesy Vimmi.

God!

Your Appan just sent a message.

Mrs. Abraham wants to interview you tomorrow.

What time?

-Three. -Fu--

Fun.

Which other "F" word can she use in front of her mom?

To get Mariam to the train station,

we'll have only ten minutes.

You guys will take her luggage with you.

Hold her seat on the train.

That's hard. Number one.

Montu will take Mariam in the car.

Montu!

You'll drive really fast.

She cannot miss this train at any cost.

Why bother with all this?

I'll pull the emergency chain.

The train will stop. Don't worry.

We'll all go to jail.

He's right.

Vimmi's plan is final.

Vimmi, what will you do?

Take this fake brother for a spin.

Superb.

Hi, Jiggy.

I drove at 100 kilometers per hour

to get these raw bananas from Indore here in time.

You're so amazing, Jiggy.

By the way, what's happening with your pizza shop?

David sir has said that once Mariam gets married

we'll start the process.

Don't you think you're aiming in the wrong direction?

Meaning?

I mean, David uncle can't give you permission for your pizza shop.

That's only possible with my grandpa's signature.

I went to see your grandpa.

He said he won't allow "Western Culture" in his college.

Pizza isn't Western.

It's just a piece of bread.

What is it called?

Tandoori bread.

Where the topping is cheese instead of butter.

Pizza is a completely local item.

You're just not a good salesman.

I never thought about it that way.

Do you want to talk to Grandpa?

He's at his farmhouse. With the local confectioner.

He wants to start his own canteen.

But if you start the conversation, I'll support you.

Now?

But David sir has asked me to stay here.

Think about it.

Because if you don't speak up now,

your dream of a pizza shop will never become a reality.

I'm only helping because you're Mariam's brother.

No, let's go.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

Okay, let's go. Johra Road.

We'll have to stop to get some eggs.

Anything for you.

Roysten loves payasam.

Oh!

Oh!

Dear, how long did you fry the dal for the payasam?

340 minutes.

Sorry.

Ten minutes, medium flame.

Oh!

Good.

Come.

Robo, listen.

-Platform number four. -Nasreen is calling.

Pick it up.

Nasreen, what's the position?

She's reciting Bible hymns in Malayalam.

Will she make it in time for the train?

Because if she won't, what will the two of us do over there?

She'll be here, Robo Bhaiya. What about Vimmi's plan?

Donali dada.

Okay, just five minutes. Let her come.

Here you go, Robo Bhaiya.

You baked a cake.

Plum cake, right?

Yes.

What's happening now?

The cake's postmortem.

She just isn't letting her go.

-Out of the way. -Let them through.

Let people pass.

Here's an idea. Turn off the electricity.

No, that will just delay the whole thing. Please.

-No. She'll have to end this meeting. -David.

You have groomed your daughter very well.

She's a wonderful lady.

Then what do we do?

Pray.

Just one second.

Hello.

Roy.

Hi, Mariam.

Hi.

Hi.

I am Roy. Sorry for the surprise.

We should…

spend some time together.

I mean…

conversation and all.

Yeah, sure.

Come on, let's go.

Come on. Come on.

-Robo Bhaiya-- -Out of my way.

-Robo Bhaiya… -Move!

Rahu, Bareek.

-Robo Bhaiya just tell me… -We'll have to stop the train.

-Stop the train? -Yes.

-But why? -Let's talk to the TC.

It's not possible today.

I have a meeting.

After that, maybe?

After mom's decision.

See you then.

-Bye. -Bye.

Bye, Roy.

He's busy.

How soon…

By when will you decide?

I want some more time.

Tomorrow I'm meeting Father.

I'll let you know after my discussion. Is that okay?

Robo Bhaiya.

We can go to jail for this.

-Stop, Robo Bhaiya. -Let's talk to the engine driver.

Where is he going?

Please. He's out of his mind.

But he's harmless.

-What are you doing? -Where are you going, Robo Bhaiya?

-Robo Bhaiya, come up. -The train will run over you.

-What are you doing? -Come back.

-Okay? -No problem.

I'll be here.

-Bye, dear. God bless you. -Bye.

Bye.

I'll call you back later.

Where's Montu?

Now what?

-The train will run over you. -Turn it off. Please.

Stop it, Robo Bhaiya!

-Robo Bhaiya please get out of there. -The train will run over you.

He's going to die.

What is he doing? Has he lost his mind?

He'll run you over!

Wait a minute!

Just a minute. Keep the train engaged.

Montu!

What is he doing?

I will call… You…

Please… Don't give him food to eat.

Keep him in jail for a couple of years and let him go.

That's enough, Robo Bhaiya. Let's go!

This man is going to die.

-Call her! -I am calling her! She isn't picking up!

The cops will get us!

The police are here. Robo Bhaiya the cops are here.

Mariam's here!

Let's go! Come on, hurry up!

Run, run. Fast.

Run, Robo Bhaiya. You'll miss the train.

Get in! Just get in!

Just get in!

Where is Mariam?

-Where is Mariam? -Mimi, run!

Mimi!

Come!

Come on Mariam!

She made it.

Go live your life!

What happened?

Grandpa hasn't arrived at the farmhouse.

Let's get there and wait for him.

There's no farmhouse.

Then where are we going?

For a ride.

Meaning?

I mean Jiggy Boss, you have to understand something simple,

that you won't go to Mariam's house for the next three days.

And you won't try to find her.

And if you don't do this then…

Then?

Then I'll speak with Grandpa,

and let alone the pizza shop…

Even the stationery shop you run in college?

I'll have him shut it down.

But where has she gone?

You see, Jiggy Boss.

I've got fire in my hand. I won't tell you.

Play me some music.

You just played me, forget about the music.

"Climbing on is tough.

The brain stops working, and hands and feet start flailing.

But once I dared to climb atop the cycle of fear

and broke the fear cycle.

Rooted my feet firmly on the pedal, and turned the life in my direction.

Then getting off was tougher."

If the clouds fear to fly How will we get rain

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

What happened?

His box is out of tune.

This box is a computer. It can't be out of tune.

Are you going to teach me about melody?

I am not teaching you. I am telling you, it's true.

It's in tune. It's an electronic system.

And this is a God-given system.

Even the greatest artists tune their instruments to my voice.

-I see. -Unbelievable.

She left.

-Your fault. -Your fault.

If the ducklet will fear to hatch

He'll suffocate to death

If the ducklet will fear to hatch

He'll suffocate to death

-Hello. -Hi.

Sandhya.

Mariam.

Nice mehndi.

Was the wedding in Ratlam?

In Mandsaur.

We came to Ratlam to catch the train.

Sorry,

I don't know you.

Are you a big star?

No, no.

Actually, I'm trying.

Not to be a star, but to be independent.

Your poetry is the real star.

I wish I had recorded it.

Actually, it'll be up on the internet soon.

"Myna", my channel's name.

This is my first trip alone.

With two people I barely know.

Same story.

This is my first trip after marriage.

With 50 people I barely know.

I mean I know Shishir well.

But new relatives, a new world.

I was feeling quite nervous.

Then I heard your poem.

I felt better.

Now I have to climb on the cycle of fear

and overcome it.

Which I shall.

Can I take a selfie?

With me?

Yeah, sure.

-Thank you. -Welcome.

Can I say something?

This is the first time someone has taken a selfie with me, so…

thank you.

Just wait and watch.

When you get famous, everyone will want a selfie with you.

That's when I'll show this selfie to everyone.

And say, "Myna is my friend."

Thank you. That's so sweet.

This is for you.

Thank you.

Passengers please pay attention, train no. 10002…

Mimi.

That's them.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Hi. -Hi. Hi.

-Gurmeet. -Gurmeet.

-Kaur. -Singh.

I know it's a little confusing.

So Doctor says to call him Singh and call me Kaur.

-Absolutely. -Singh-Kaur.

And you?

-Psy. -Hi.

-Mariam. -Hi, Mariam.

-Robo. -Hi.

Give me a twenty on the taxi, please?

Luggage, you too. Yes.

-Welcome. -Welcome.

Thank you.

Welcome.

You too.

-Shall we? -Let's go.

This way.

-There's no end to delusions or desires -Hey!

Why are they blabbering about a "doctor"?

Are they on some kind of medication?

They're going to sell your kidney.

Quiet.

Doctor heads BMS.

Doctor is our guru.

Doctor is our friend.

Doctor is our mentor.

Doctor is our idol.

Doctor is a visionary,

who dreamed of making a small city like Jabalpur,

a part of the larger world.

She knows the pulse of the internet.

She has a solution for every problem on the internet.

That's why she's called the Doctor.

She could have been an influencer herself…

but no, she completely dedicated herself

to helping others become influencers.

You guys rest now.

You'll meet Doctor in the morning.

We're trying.

I didn't understand a word she said.

Is there going to be some kind of surgery?

Shall we get you a vasectomy?

To become an influencer you need a unique idea.

Or a talent that's unique.

And we've really liked the talent and ideas of these people.

That's why they're here.

Back in the day, people wanted to be engineers or doctors.

But the new generation wants to become influencers.

You see those people?

Right by the golden statue?

Everyone's stuck in a loop

Have you met him?

They are one of our strongest influencers.

-Big contender for the selection. -Absolutely.

And his specialty is that he gobbles…

not just food,

but likes and followers as well.

Everyone's stuck in a loop

The elders have said

-About this foundation… -This is just an illusion

Even got a tattoo made

Dude, it's just an illusion

-Hi. -Hello.

-How am I looking? -Amazing.

Oh, please.

Uncle, step aside.

Stressing about summer, winter, and rains

Tension

Meanwhile, the frog is busy trying To be fashionable in its well

Session

Been God-gifted since childhood

What's your channel?

Myna. Poetry.

And how many followers?

Not many.

What's your TG?

Target Group?

Anyone who listens?

Words with no meanings Everyone's a drama queen

Told the truth and got caught up in a lie

Feel like an unwanted guest Feel confused if I need tea or I want milk

Well, we received around three hundred entries.

But the one that influenced us the most was a poem which is…

"O Moon, don't be my uncle."

"Be my aunt instead."

"Chanda Maasi."

Meet Mariam from channel Myna.

We loved her poems.

If our computers, numbers, and algorithms like her too…

then she's onto something.

Mariam, recite a poem?

"I am not right…"

So sorry, I just need some time.

Sorry.

Everyone… is stuck in a loop

-Hello. -Hi.

Hi.

Mom is about to leave for church.

I have to ask…

Do you really want to marry me?

I mean if Mom makes a decision and something happens after that…

She'll be heartbroken.

Hello?

What happened?

Roysten wants to know if I want to get married.

How do I lie and say yes to him?

If you say no, you'll ruin the entire plan.

Look, everything is going well.

People already like us. We'll win the BMS sponsorship.

-Say yes. -How can I say yes?

Has anyone told you that his mother's decision is yes?

No, right?

Maybe she'll say no.

It's only a matter of 18 hours.

Everything will be clear.

Pick up. Say yes.

So, what's your answer?

Yes.

It's just an illusion

You did the right thing, Mimi.

Now the evening program should be your only focus.

But, Mom, I'm getting anxious.

I keep checking my phone all the time.

If Roysten's mom says yes, then Papa will call back.

I don't know what to do.

Let's say a few prayers

and then we will all switch off our phones.

We don't want to know what's happening in Kerala.

Concentrate only on today's program.

Once the program is done, we'll see.

Okay?

Let's pray.

God. Please don't let Mrs. Abraham come

between me and my dream of studying at MIT.

-I love you. -All the best.

Bye.

Are you anxious?

A little.

I have spoken to Father and arrived at a decision.

Mariam…

can become a part of the Abraham family.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Great!

Thank you so much.

You know, my daughter will exceed all your expectations.

She's a very good cook.

If you don't mind, I just need to call her once.

She'll be very happy.

I have informed Roy.

He'll come back immediately.

Okay.

And we must conduct the wedding at the earliest.

No problem at all.

We will do it.

We will do it very soon.

We are ready for that.

Just one small request.

If we can do the wedding in Ratlam.

You see, at such short notice,

it will be simpler for me there.

I have all my contacts there.

And Mariam has all her friends there.

And you will be absolutely comfortable. All of you.

Please don't worry.

You didn't even have to ask.

Start the preparations.

Yes. Thank you. Thank you so much.

If you don't mind, I'll leave now.

I'll have to quickly go back and do the bookings.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Okay. Everything should be conducted properly.

-Please don't worry at all. -Okay.

It will be all to your satisfaction.

-Please don't worry. -Yes. Yes.

Yes?

-So, you will excuse me now. -Okay.

Thank you. Thank you.

What time is the flight to Indore?

Check.

She isn't picking up.

There will be a lot of traffic on the way.

It leaves in three hours.

Doesn't matter. Book it.

Via-via. No direct flights.

What time will I reach?

Tomorrow afternoon.

Fine.

God. What an adventure!

Seriously, this is madness.

We still have the evening show to do.

We'll be amazing. Wait and watch.

Am I included in this "we"?

It's a band of three unique cartoons.

Strange, but nice.

Mariam.

Robo.

Psy.

Let's get ready?

One second.

One second!

-What is it-- -I can't do it! Sorry.

I can't!

-I can't stand his attitude anymore. -What happened?

Look.

Oh!

If I go on the stage, I'll go wearing this.

Or I won't go.

A lot of thought has gone into choosing our costumes.

You bring the folk element. That's why something Indian, ethnic.

Not this.

I know you want to shine like a firefly and make me look like a fool.

That's why I brought my own clothes.

-Look-- -If you wear this, I won't go on stage.

-Sorry, Mariam… -Doesn't matter, I'll handle it alone.

Wait a second. Can I speak?

Load shedding.

Robo-ji, do you trust me?

More than myself.

So what Psy has picked is nice.

Wear it.

You'll look really nice. I promise.

Fine. If you say so.

What are you going to wear? This?

No.

It's a dress. A gift.

From him?

Robo-ji, we'll all look nice. Trust me.

Let's go.

Let me wear it for a while.

-Of course. -It's worth 17,000.

Fine.

Thank you.

When I was just five The moon was five too

Cute and shiny

Talked to me about angels

When I was just five The moon was five too

Cute and shiny

Talked to me about angels

Five!

When I was just five

Five!

Five!

When I was just five

Genda Lal.

Genda Lal! Principal David speaking.

Go home and find out

why no one is answering my calls.

Go home and find out why no one is answering my calls.

Yes, and call me back.

Come on!

Guys.

So you guys are next and we have five minutes for the setup.

Do you guys need anything?

-No. -So break a leg.

I'll break your leg.

Robo Bhaiya, it's a saying. He's wishing us good luck.

What a horrible saying!

-Give me your phone. -Why?

The program will go live from your handle.

How else will we check the analytics?

My phone's switched off.

Okay, use my phone to log on to Myna.

But only Cynthia knows the password.

-Okay, let's call Cynthia. -But her phone's switched off too.

Actually, everyone's phones are switched off.

Come on, guys, if we don't log in from your account and pair it with the channel,

you'll be disqualified straight up.

You know that, right?

-Do you have Wi-Fi? -Yes.

Okay, keep your phone on airplane mode and log in to Myna.

-Okay. -Phone.

Mimi.

Connect it, okay?

I'll take care of it. You guys go.

Okay. See you guys.

She has wings, but she bites.

Her dreams are vivid.

Her poetry is fire.

Her words breathe life into a small-town girl.

Her style is unique.

Boys and girls… please welcome Myna.

Start.

One, two,

three, start.

If you read from a diary, will anyone listen?

We, the audience, will give Myna a word

and she'll make up a poem on the spot.

How is that?

Yeah!

I'll give her the first word.

Eyes.

"Without eyes…

how would we wake up?

Without eyes…

how would we sleep?

Without eyes…

we would have no dreams.

Without dreams…

there would be no us."

Kachori.

"Milk and jalebi.

Tea and kachori.

Here comes the rains, instant love story."

Sex.

"Sex…

is what gave life to me.

Sex…

is what gave life to you.

Wonder why you make such a simple thing complicated."

Papa.

Come on.

Hey… quiet.

Pa… pap… papa.

Quiet. Quiet!

Is your train stuck?

Who threw that?!

Tell her to leave.

Check what's going on at the back.

Are you okay?

Mimi, look at me.

Mimi. What happened?

What happened? Why are you silent?

Come on. Come on. Look at me.

Hey…

Robo Bhaiya!

This mess has cost us more than five lakhs.

They broke all the chairs, the big gate we installed,

even the fountains at the venue.

Even we broke a few bones, right?

What happened to you? Doctor is very upset.

I'm really sorry.

I can't pay for your losses.

Of course, you can't.

And your apology is no good to me.

Just thank your stars, I'm not calling the police.

No, what's done is done, Cynthu. It's no one's fault.

Appan sent Genda Lal-ji home.

I made him switch off his phone.

Then I called Uncle Seb and he told me Mrs. Abraham…

I know.

The wedding is next week.

Appan must be on the flight.

He'll reach Indore by 12:00 p.m.,

and Ratlam by 3:00 p.m.

You must make it back before him.

There is a flight that arrives before him.

But it's very expensive.

And Mumma doesn't have the money.

30 thousand.

Cynthu.

Go to my room.

There is a cooler next to the door.

Open the lid.

But that's your money… Sarthak Bhaiya.

We'll see. Take it, Cynthu.

We're coming.

-The bird says -Okay.

I am a devotee of the Lord

Lord shows me the way

Haklati Haseena, right?

Thank you.

Just like the giant wheel in the Navratri fair.

It went up and came down.

Mimi, your father's flight has arrived.

Hi!

Haklati Haseena!

What is this, Jiggy?

Sorry.

Roysten called. Everyone called.

Don't you check your phone?

We've been trying everyone's phones.

How can everyone's phones be switched off?

Nonsense.

We must get a cab before him.

-Shit, yes. -But he'll see us.

So what do we do?

-Sit. Sit. -How can I?

Sit. Sit.

I'm taking a taxi.

-Cover her. -I'll talk to you when I get there.

Great, let's go.

What madness is this? What stupidity is this?

-Move. -We'll slip under his nose.

-Wait and watch. -Come.

Quiet.

He went that way, we'll go this way.

Mimi!

What? What--

Why are we behaving like criminals?

No!

Look at Appan. He looks so worried.

What if something happens to him?

-No, but-- -No!

Their phones have been unreachable since morning.

-Can you please check at home? -Papa.

Mimi, wait!

Oh, they are here.

Veena-ji, they're right here. Sorry, sorry. No problem.

Where were all of you?

I've been calling since morning.

The network in Ratlam has been down.

Cynthu, don't give me some absurd reasons.

No, no. I called Sebi from Shukla-ji's landline.

He told us so we came here to receive you.

You don't understand all this. Come.

-No, no, it's okay. -Father, I have to go to the washroom.

You guys get a cab, I'll be…

Go with her.

Where are you? Yes.

-What happened? -Here.

Will you tell me something or not?

-I'm daddy's little angel. -Having a party?

-I'm daddy's little angel. -Having a party?

-I am daddy's little angel. -Having a party?

Who threw this shoe?

You know, the world of the internet is really unpredictable.

You never know what people may take a liking to,

and you never know how it can change your destiny.

Mariam, last night the world of the internet

made that scared, devastated, stuttering girl a star.

Yeah.

One million views in a single night!

Can you imagine?

Everyone's famous.

You, Sanki Chacha and Cute Chintu.

#HakalatiHaseena.

Now you have this opportunity to earn as much as you want.

There's a sponsorship offer from an English tutoring brand.

You'll get a lakh just like that!

So accept this deal. Pay for my losses and build your future.

What do I have to do?

Shoot a video as Haklati Haseena.

Doctor has already sent me the script.

We'll get a lakh before the wedding. And then freedom.

For you, me, and everyone.

We're doing this. We're doing this, Doctor.

The sky is the limit. All the best.

One lakh!

Lakh!

It's a miracle.

The entry can be from here. Or there. Both work.

Father is here.

Father, Father.

How are you, Father?

It's a miracle, Father.

Everyone said it couldn't be done.

They were discouraging me.

But I remembered one thing from your sermon,

"Where there is a will there is a way."

And just look, Father.

In five days, my daughter is getting married.

Right here in Ratlam. I'm very happy.

Amen.

What have you planned next?

Next?

So we've booked the church space.

And a resort for Roysten's family

-called… -"Vivah Resort."

Vivah Resort.

We've booked that.

And his sister is arriving tomorrow along with her son.

To see the wedding arrangements and everything.

Then when will we shoot?

Focus on stammering. We'll do the rest.

We?

Their relatives will come.

So everything should be well managed.

Thank you so much.

Father, everything has been organized. But…

Excuse me, Father.

Father, there is one request.

We have funds, but if we could get something from the community funds,

it will be a great help.

-I'll see what I can do. -Thank you.

-Have faith in the Lord. -Yes.

Bless you, my child.

Thank you, Father.

Happy?

Aren't you happy?

Dear…

tell me honestly.

Did you do something wrong to make this wedding possible?

For my daughter's sake, I did everything I had to.

Shouldn't you have asked her?

She spoke with Roysten.

She said yes.

But did you ask her?

You should, right?

Dear, Mariam is mature. She won't do anything stupid.

But you know how girls are these days.

They might want to say something but on the inside they…

What will Mariam do?

She can do anything.

Will she run away from home?

What have you guys been cooking?

What have you guys been cooking behind my back?

When I was in Kerala…

your phones were switched off.

Vatsala.

Don't embarrass me.

Understood?

Dear, our daughter…

No, she won't do anything like that.

But…

But what?

She has to spend the rest of her life with Roysten.

And if Roysten loves Priya…

Roysten likes Priya?

She likes something else. You like something else!

Did anyone ask what I like?

So will you do something wrong to get what you like?

What? How dare you say this?

All my life, I did what was right.

What did I get?

I got this!

Ratlam.

I studied hard. Thought of getting into the most noble profession.

I'll become a professor. I became a professor.

I educated my children with honesty.

Back in the village, my waste brother

wasted his life in the toddy shop.

He got the vanilla plantation,

and he became rich overnight.

What do we have?

Is that fair?

And my daughter…

who is more talented and beautiful.

Does she find a decent boy to marry?

She doesn't.

Because NRI kids these days…

want a traditional wife.

All my life,

I worked hard to make my family progressive.

But it seems I missed something.

I didn't know that orthodox is better than progressive these days.

Vatsala…

whatever I'm doing,

right or wrong,

I'm doing it for my daughter's sake.

So don't let me down.

Mariam!

They're coming…

to marry you.

I request you to not mess this up.

If you do anything,

your father will die!

Listen!

Please!

He will die!

Dear!

Sugar! Chocolate!

Open your mouth.

Jiggy.

-Jiggy! -Coming, sir.

Hail to Jesus!

The place where everyone's staying…

at the resort and at our home.

There will be security.

No one will come in or go out without my permission.

Okay, sir. We'll get MLA sir's security.

Right.

Get some rest.

-Just rest. -Enough!

-Jiggy! -Sir?

Don't ask the fish

-Don't ask the fish to grow wings and fly -Chocolate?

-Life-saving drug. -Mister

She'll fall on the surface and squirm

-Welcome, welcome, welcome! -Welcome!

-Hello. -Hello.

-I am Deepti. -Vatsala.

-Bag! -Shut your mouth.

-And this is our special Ratlam welcome. -Just the bag is worth five lakh rupees.

Imagine the limit on the cards in that bag.

Very cute.

He's making a vlog of his Mamman's wedding.

You know, kids these days.

Look at her watch. Diamonds.

Mariam! Forget your poetry and marry him.

Even Veena keeps doing something on the internet.

-Veena Vajayanti! Three million subs! -Hello.

I love your plum cake.

He knows that?

-And Mamman, now these are your in-laws. -Very intelligent.

Everyone introduce yourself.

Vatsala. Mother.

I am David. I am Mariam's father.

Come, please.

Hello. Jagdish Sisodia.

Rakhi brother.

-Those flowers are so pretty. -Yes, come.

Vimmi. Best friend.

Best friend number two, Nasreen.

Cynthia, sister.

And meet the most important person, Mariam.

Presenting from Ratlam…

Haklati Haseena?

-Snake, snake, snake! -Where? Where?

-Where? -Over there!

-Acha. -Where?

-Jiggy! Jiggy, come here. -There is a snake there.

-Don't worry, he'll take care. -Trying to catch it.

Come on! Go and check over there.

Go on, hurry up!

-Going. -Check over there.

No…

careful.

Go and check over there.

-Careful, dear. -This way. This way.

When will we shift to the resort?

I hope there are no snakes there.

No.

There are no snakes here either.

It was the first time.

I've never even seen one.

I hope the resort has heating.

The AC becomes a heater in the winter.

-Yeah. -It's very comfortable.

Okay, fine.

There was no snake there.

You used a distraction technique like a politician.

Why?

Because we didn't want anyone to know that Mariam is Haklati Haseena.

But what is the problem with being Haklati Haseena?

-Should I speak with Roy Mamman? -No.

Roy Mamman will understand. But your grandma won't.

That's true.

We have to keep this secret only until the wedding.

After that, Mariam will tell everyone herself.

Okay. Haklati Mammi.

Respect, bro.

-And Quinton-- -Call my QT.

QT, we have to shoot a video series with Haklati Haseena--

Cynthia, what are you saying? No.

You see, our family is in big trouble.

Appa doesn't have money for the wedding.

We're borrowing from the church committee.

We want to reduce his burden.

We have to do this before the wedding.

What do we have to do?

We have to ferment revolution,

in the eye of the storm.

Everyone is busy. Shoot the video, QT.

Action!

She was only a little girl…

troubled by English.

She was a poet,

but English… she didn't know it.

Papa, dear Papa!

Cut, cut, cut!

You're not stammering properly.

It looks forced.

One more, please.

Three, two, one, action!

Papa.

Dear, Papa--

Cut.

Action!

When I speak in English…

Cut, cut, cut!

-Pick up my hat. -Shoot while they're busy, QT.

She can't stammer.

It is very nice.

We're coming.

I will show you,

we're going to decorate this part.

This entire part… we're going to decorate.

It's going to look beautiful.

Right.

The interiors of the church should be decorated with white lilies.

Can we get white lilies?

-White lilies? -Yeah.

Jiggy!

Yes, sir.

We need white lilies for the interiors.

But we only have marigolds here, sir.

Then color the marigolds.

They'll become white lilies.

He's just joking.

We will get it. Come on.

Oh, wow!

He's doing his thing. What is he doing?

Making a vlog for his Mamman.

Oh, very good, very good. All the best, okay?

Just take care. Don't let him catch a cold.

Papa, dear Papa.

Please give me--

What are you guys doing?

It's not happening.

Oh my.

All well?

Come.

There, right there!

No, it's not happening. I'm sorry. I quit.

Just call the Doctor. I can't do it.

-Sorry! -Mariam!

Mimi, listen!

Is this some kind of joke?

-I don't want to do it. -What do we do?

-Why? -What can we do?

No, I don't want to do it.

I do worship for you

Why did you say yes if you didn't want to do it?

Doctor, we'll do something. Mimi, you can do it.

It's not about the money.

What did we think?

My poetry is great?

People will get inspired?

It will change people's lives.

It's so powerful?

This inspirational poetry didn't even get 2000 subscribers.

Out of which 1500 were thanks to his threats.

And the rest… because of my stammering.

Which has always embarrassed me.

Mariam…

people do all sorts of things to get what you have.

They roam the streets naked to get noticed.

Maybe.

But I can't.

Once you get married, all doors will be closed.

I'd rather get married than be a joke on the internet.

I took an advance from the brand because you said yes.

How will I face them now?

I have no interest in being Haklati Haseena.

Thank you.

Thank you all for your support.

And, Doctor…

I'm sorry.

Hey, Mimi?

Are you done with your shoot?

You know, I had an idea.

As soon as the money comes in, we'll buy a nice gift for your Appan.

What happened, dear?

-I'm going to delete my channel. -Mimi, what are you doing?

-Are you crazy? -Let me go.

What are you doing?

-Let it go! -You cheated us.

-This is fraud, you get it? -What are you doing?

-I'll charge you with cheating. -Cynthu, let it go!

I'll send the police.

Leave! Leave!

You'll go to jail, okay?

I'm getting married.

You're all invited.

Mumma…

I couldn't do it.

Dear.

We won't get any money.

Dear.

Sorry, Mummy-ji.

David sir has said to get ready for the resort.

Roysten jiju is coming.

Let's go.

Come on!

-They are here, sir. -Get everything ready.

Welcome!

Best decision of your life, Mariam.

Hello, sir. How are you?

Thank God you didn't choose poetry over this lion.

-Hello. -How are you?

This poem is divine.

-He's coming this way. Smile. -Let me see. Cynthia!

-Yes. Hi, hi. -Hi. Hi.

-Hello, Vimmi. -Vimmi!

Welcome.

-Hi, Roysten. -Hi, Mariam.

-Sorry. -Vimmi, come on.

Shall we?

Jiggy, tell them to bring all this.

Awkward, right?

So, tell me…

what do you like?

I mean, asking such a question a day before the wedding is…

what do you say?

Is a little strange.

You tell me, what do you like?

Sports.

My number one passion is cricket, tennis…

I want to watch Wimbledon once.

Finals, center court.

Nice.

And what don't you like?

Lies.

When people lie to me…

it's a sudden put-off for me.

You're happy, right?

So, after the wedding, we'll travel to Kerala

and meet everyone.

Then we'll go to our village. Stay there a while.

We'll talk a lot.

One picture, please.

Sir, a little closer.

That you can decide.

After that, we'll go on our honeymoon.

How are you?

-All good? -Good.

-You have to mark entries. -Okay.

Start making entries. Okay? Don't let any outsider in.

Don't let them in.

There could be a problem,

that's why you've been posted here.

What now?

I have a great idea.

Infallible.

-What? -Move it. Hurry up.

This is the wall of the wedding resort.

This is that Rotten's room.

Roysten.

Such a small room for their son-in-law?

It's not small. Here's the son-in-law.

Fits right in.

Here, here, here, and here…

are private security guards.

If we can't beat the other team at cricket, then?

-Then? -Then?

Take the stumps and run away.

Sharma-ji, here's what you have to do.

Set off a firecracker over here. Bang!

Bang!

They'll run in that direction,

and we'll run away with Rotten.

-Great! -Great idea!

Useless idea.

You know what will happen if we do this?

-It'll be fun! -Mariam's wedding will be canceled.

And what will we do with Roysten?

Chop him and dump him in the river.

-No… -Hey…

What else can we do? Let Mariam get married?

If she wants to get married, who are we to stop her?

Her friends!

Friends don't make or break marriages.

Fathers do that.

Really?

We have to talk to Mariam, not Roysten.

And we need a way to do that.

And if the Doctor really sends the cops, then?

Robo Bhaiya, the cops are here. The police are here.

PAWAN LAUNDRY

Why are the vehicles here?

-Hold him. -They're coming this way.

Get the car.

Wait a second, he isn't here for us.

He's giving his uniform to the laundry guy.

Oh!

Sir. Hello, how are you?

Would you like some tea?

Robo, how are you? All good?

Yes, your blessings are with me.

I have a favor to ask.

You're an artist. You must know.

Have you heard about some Myna?

SP Meera Pushkarna ma'am is here personally.

There are orders to find her.

Urgent.

You sing and dance.

You must know.

Myna?

There is a…

nest outside my window, where a myna lives.

She's a girl. A poet.

Has anyone heard about Myna?

-No. -Not Myna.

She had some sort of channel on the internet.

We don't use the internet.

What is her crime?

Yes?

SP ma'am has come down herself from Mandsaur with a convoy.

And is sitting at the police station.

Must be something serious.

The last time she was this active, there was a bank scam.

Anyway, let me know if you find anything.

Who knows which branch this Myna is sitting on?

-Yes. -Yes.

-Okay, sir. -Okay, sir.

Robo Bhaiya, we have to get into the resort, but…

how?

Mohan?

How many uniforms did he give you?

I knew it from the beginning.

You guys aren't telling me the truth.

Don't worry.

Even I like Haklati Haseena.

But not as my Mammi.

Priya was going to be my auntie.

I wonder what changed.

You and I have the same mission.

We must stop the wedding.

But how?

Vlogger has to become a detective.

The family has to be there. Celebration is a must.

Sorry. I have my doubts about him.

If you don't mind. We must keep an eye on him.

I know it wasn't easy.

It couldn't have been easy.

Making up a boyfriend for Priya,

convincing Mrs. Abraham…

and…

Roy.

Sebi.

Sebi.

You lied for me.

You lied a lot for me.

Rose.

I'll never forget what you have done.

Brother.

Brother…

Please don't mind when I cuss you.

I know what you are doing, QT.

I request you.

Don't show this to Roy, please.

If anything goes wrong, my father will be humiliated.

-I'll be deeply hurt. -Auntie.

Mariam is your auntie now.

Forget all this.

Thanks.

Okay, Auntie.

Auntie Priya.

Hello, detective. Find anything?

I didn't go there in the first place.

-Why? -I had to poop.

Why? Can't detectives go to poop?

You look handsome. Smile, smile!

-Ma'am, could you fix his chain? -Call Mom for the video.

Ma'am, please come.

Come, Mariam.

Just a minute.

So pretty.

You should take good care of old things. Uncle will take good care of it.

That's all fine but it's not playable anymore.

Uncle will check it.

Ismail Bhai?

Tell me something.

Do you know someone called Myna?

Why are you asking my dad?

Go ask Robo.

I did. He said he doesn't know.

-Robo doesn't know? -Yes.

Myna is Robo's life.

You know David sir?

Myna is his older daughter.

She's about to get married at Vivaah Resort.

You can ask my dad if you want.

Isn't that right, Dad?

Let's go.

Fool!

You're throwing your own brother under the bus?

Your own older brother?

You'll be the first one I throw out of the band.

Whatever differences you may have,

he's still your older brother.

What?

Sorry, Dad.

Sir!

I have to go inside.

What name should I write, sir?

-Vijay Pat Bhadoria. -Okay.

Okay, sir. You can go.

Sir?

What name should I write, sir?

Can't you see?

-Vijay Pat Bhadoria. -Vijay Pat--

Sir, the guy who just went in was also Vijay Pat Bhadoria.

If two policemen can have the same uniform,

why not the same name?

Jai Hind.

Sir!

Chaubey-ji!

What?

Open the damn gate, what else?

And your name?

Vijay Pat Bhadoria.

Three Vijay Pat Bhadorias? Impossible.

-What nonsense? -Throw him out.

All the policemen in this city are Vijay Pat Bhadoria?!

-Get out. -Rascal!

How dare you!

Open the gate!

Get the car in.

I haven't spoken to ma'am.

There's a lot of confusion here.

But we have found Myna.

Cynthu!

What are you guys doing here?

I thought the Doctor actually sent the cops.

The Doctor has actually sent the police.

-Oh no! -Will we have to go to jail together?

Not together.

Mariam will go to the women's prison.

We'll be sent to Central Jail, and you to the juvenile correction center.

No one will go to jail.

Can we talk to Mariam?

Where is she?

-She-- -Robo-ji?

Psy-ji? What are you two doing here?

David sir!

If you snitch on us, your sister will get arrested.

Should we let you go?

Will you scream?

Cynthu, call Mariam. We'll explain it to him.

What are so many cops doing here?

So many? We're just two.

-Look there! -Look!

Why is Mariam getting arrested?

Look, only we can save Mariam.

Get your jeep. We'll tell you everything on the way, okay?

Go!

What's in this?

-Beer. -Give it here.

We have to go too.

PAWAN LAUNDRY

Shall we, Robo Bhaiya?

I'll have to tell David sir about this "Myna" nonsense.

David sir will have your neck if he finds out about this.

-Because it all happened on your watch. -Right.

On your watch.

What were you doing?

Me?

What nonsense is this?

I see…

Inspector Vijay Pat Bhadoria!

Hello.

Hello, sir.

Sir-- Madam.

Whatever Mariam's crime is, we've done it too.

If you're arresting her, arrest us too.

Your crimes are far worse than Myna's.

Maharaja Tansen!

You stole a uniform.

You hid Myna's whereabouts.

You two will be reported at a different police station,

and arrested.

Sir, actually they're my band members.

Myna is nothing without them.

But what are they doing in the uniform?

The punishment for stealing government uniform is--

Sorry. Sorry, ma'am. We had to do it.

But we can take care of all the money disputed.

You can assure the Doctor she will get her money back.

Promise.

Money?

Doctor?

Doctor didn't send you?

No. Actually, she has a program for us.

Paid. For Myna.

-Program? -Yes.

I deleted my channel so she couldn't find us.

So, she sent the police.

Sandhya. Remember?

We met her on the train on the way to Jabalpur.

Meera Di is her sister-in-law.

-Hello! -Oh!

My husband and I loved your song on the train the other day.

We want everyone to come to Kolkata.

And perform at my wedding party.

Then I found out that Myna is getting married too.

Mariam.

First gig.

And not for Haklati Haseena. For your poems.

This is what you wanted.

Yeah, but it's too late.

I'm so sorry, but thank you.

At least someone liked my poems.

That's good enough for me.

Myna, don't ever stop writing poems.

Is it possible to stop breathing?

Anyway, I'll have to leave now.

Appan, Roysten, and the others are waiting.

Bye.

I'll have you dropped--

No, it's okay. Vimmi has a car. We'll manage.

Thank you.

Cynthu, let's go.

Ma'am, when is the program in Kolkata?

Day after tomorrow.

She'll be there. Don't cancel it.

How?

One last try.

Thank you, ma'am.

Sir, we'll…

have your uniform ironed and delivered.

The MLA's vehicle will soon be arriving. Be prepared.

I'm grateful you took the time to come here.

Namaste. Namaste.

Sir, MLA sir is coming.

Please escort him.

Please come.

Please, move the car ahead.

Thank you very much.

Please welcome them.

Please, sir. Please, sir.

Madam, thank you so much. Come.

Namaste.

Jiggy! Who invited you?

Principal sir!

Your daughter's getting married. We don't need an invitation.

Okay. No filmy songs, okay?

Principal sir!

They've prepared Ave Maria to sing.

Yes, thank you. Please.

-What happened? -They're here. Go. Quick.

Namaste.

I know I was asking you to get married.

But now I have doubts, Mariam.

You have to dance at my wedding.

And if you don't, I won't say "I do".

Idiot.

Please come.

Roysten has arrived.

Yes. Hello!

-How are you? -How are you, sir?

I hope there was no problem.

-Please. Please come. -This way.

Looking good, right?

You guys go. I'll come with Mumma and Cynthu.

Where is Cynthu?

Must have gone with Appan.

You're looking beautiful, dear.

They're here!

But today I feel, I should begin the marriage ceremony,

without delay.

David has worked hard for this wedding.

So for a change,

let's begin the marriage ceremony.

Looking beautiful.

You're looking gorgeous.

Son, can you please join me?

Very nice.

Mumma, where's Cynthu?

Come.

Achaa.

-Achaa. -Yes.

Cynthu?

-Where is Cynthu? -Didn't she come with you?

What is this, Mariam?

You stand here.

You stand here.

-She'll come. -Without Cynthu?

She'll be here.

Stand here.

Stand here.

Start walking.

You stand here.

Smile, smile.

Mariam, smile.

Mariam.

For your happiness.

All rise, please.

Who gives this woman to this man?

I do.

Please be seated.

Please sit. Sit down.

Are you okay?

Actually, Cynthia is not here.

Father, one second.

We will wait for Cynthia.

No, no, she's coming.

Cynthu is coming.

Father, please carry on.

Hello, everyone.

My Mimi is getting married.

And before she gets married,

I want to recite a poem.

Cynthu, Cynthu, please sit down.

Sorry. She's very excited. Cynthu, please sit down.

After the ceremony.

Please sit down!

Sit.

Let her speak.

Okay. Keep it short.

Mimi, this poem is for you.

Knock, knock, knock.

Who is making all that commotion?

Heart.

Your heart.

Which keeps beating for you.

O heart, don't speak to me now.

I am busy.

I have to study, please my teachers.

Okay, do it.

I'll come back later.

I go to school, college…

I read books.

The heart had called out to me.

I totally forgot.

Again next day…

Knock, knock, knock.

Who is making all that commotion?

It's me.

Your heart.

Which keeps beating for you.

What is this?

Focus on me.

Listen to me.

I am with my mumma in the kitchen.

Making her happy is my duty.

I will talk to you later.

I go to the kitchen.

Temper the dish, chop the veggies.

Cook food, and forget all about my heart.

Again on the third day…

Knock, knock, knock.

Who?

Who is making all that commotion?

It's me. Your heart.

-Which? -Keeps beating for you.

What kind of a joke is this?

Whose stupid poetry is this?

Please, sit down. Please.

This stupid poetry is mine, Appa.

Then finish it.

And don't start stammering because of your Appan, Haklati Haseena.

Just go for it!

Mariam, after the wedding.

Let her, Uncle David.

Sir.

Let's hear it.

This is my band.

You have a band?

Knock, knock, knock.

Who is making all that commotion?

Heart.

Your heart.

Which keeps beating for you.

O heart,

I am trying to make my father happy.

Fighting against my wishes for him.

I will talk to you later.

I cuddle my dreams,

scare my desires,

put out my wishes.

Fade away.

Knock--

Knock, knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

Who is making all that commotion?

Who is making all that commotion?

Who is making all that commotion?

It's me, your heart.

Which keeps beating for you.

O heart,

what is it that you want?

Focus on me.

Sorry, O heart.

I am busy pleasing the world.

I have to make my husband happy.

I have to make the society happy.

Making my friends happy. Making my boss happy.

Then when will you focus on me?

Little later.

And then I continue living for this world, society,

friends, boss, and everyone else.

Making them happy…

and die one day.

Knock, knock, knock.

Are you in there, my heart?

I am,

but I am fading away.

Waiting for you…

to listen to me.

What do you want, O heart?

What can I give you?

A little happiness,

some love,

and do what your heart says.

Otherwise,

like a flower that withers…

I will wither too.

And never be able to do…

what I can for everyone else.

Please.

Listen to me.

Please.

That was beautiful, dear.

Roy.

Deepti.

I spent my whole life raising you two.

I want to go on a trip to Rome.

Alone.

I want to see the Sistine Chapel.

Okay, Mother.

Mariam.

Even I couldn't have read a better sermon.

God has blessed you with so much talent.

Don't ever lose it.

You think so beautifully.

It was like my heart was speaking to me.

Your poem has given me strength

to speak my heart.

I need to say something.

Please don't get upset.

And even if you do, who cares?

Mariam I was going to marry you because of my mother.

Honestly,

my heart…

only thinks of Priya.

And I also know,

Priya thinks about someone else.

But, you know,

it's what it is.

Priya only thinks of you, Roysten.

And no one knows this better than me.

There, I've said it. My conscience is clean

Sorry, David chetta.

David sir! I also have something to say.

Even I have something to say.

Now nothing else needs to be said. We have a flight to catch.

Let's go?

This is our first paid gig.

Here's the key to the chariot.

Mariam.

Mariam.

I am sorry.

I am so sorry.

Sorry!

-I am sorry. -It's okay.

-I am sorry. -It's okay.

It's okay.

I am sorry.

You have to go now.

You have to go.

For your happiness.

Go.

Thank you.

Go.

Sing and dance

Here comes the modern band

For a happy wedding

Here comes the modern band

Sway harder

Here comes the modern band

Playing the modern beat

Here comes the modern band

-Kishore's mischief -Yes!

-Rafi's grace -Yes!

The soul of Lata Di's Music is the modern band

-OP Nayyar's composition -Yes!

-Laxmikant Pyarelal's violin -Yes!

RD, Pancham, and Rehman's keyboard trend

Let the groom and bride sing

Here comes the modern band

Mother-in-law and father-in-law come

Here comes the modern band

NEW MODERN BAND

-Udit Narayan's smile -Yes!

-Alka Yagnik's style -Yes!

Kumar Sanu's songs bring Peace to the heart

-Shreya Ghoshal's melodies -Yes!

Mithun's dance steps

Arijit's Singh's punches Like an old friend