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Look at them!

Not here, there. Near the betel shop.

The officer over there has sent me to take 500 rupees from you.

-What? I should pay 500 rupees? -Yes.

How much?

Here.

Follow your heart

Listen to what it says

Follow your heart

Follow your heart

Listen to what it says

Don't listen to anyone

Choose your own path

Why should you be afraid of the world?

Follow your heart

Follow your heart

Listen to what it says

We are always happy

There's no sadness for us

Whatever we set our mind to

We get it

We create waves wherever we go

There's no end to our fun

We're footloose and fancy-free

The whole world stops functioning

The sky bows down to us

Whenever we move

Follow your heart

Listen to what it says

No restrictions for us

We are not bound to anything

This world is free

And so are we

Our names will go down

In the books of history

We will rule the past and the future

Why should we get stifled

On this road of life, my friend?

What's the point of living in shackles?

Follow your heart

Follow your heart

Listen to what it says

Come on!

Forget about America. You're going to miss your flight tonight.

-Move! -What is it?

Will you fly and go?

There are ten more signals on the way.

You've to reach home first and then the airport.

Seems tough, buddy.

Now you'll have to celebrate your birthday here, with us.

No one can stop me from going to America.

What have you done?

Officer, neither will you get a raise

nor a promotion by arresting me.

I'll give you 2000 rupees. Okay fine, take 3000, huh?

Look. I don't have more than 5000.

What do you lack?

You have your parents' money, unlimited freedom.

All that you lack is a goal.

A purpose.

Our culture and tradition have gone out the window, Pandey,

thanks to these foreign TV channels.

No one is bothered about the current generation.

They are not to be blamed though. It's their parents

who spoil them.

What do your parents do?

I'm all alone.

I was four years old...

...when my dad died in a plane crash.

Sit.

-And your mother? -She's alive.

She remarried, so I have a father too.

He's a big industrialist.

Their pictures are published in newspapers.

They are an ideal couple.

-But your mother... -What do you want to know?

I told you.

She's very beautiful and married to a rich man. She's busy in her life.

She can't keep me tied to her all the time.

-But that doesn't mean... -Saying is easy,

but you don't live in a house

where you need an appointment to talk to your mom;

where money is given to you unasked because there is just too much of it.

I don't know about you but where I live, there's no place for emotions.

-Give me your residence phone number. -No sir, don't call them here.

You don't know anything.

-Don't worry, I'll have a word with them. -No sir, please.

Sir, this is his license. His residence phone number is here.

Hey!

Dad.

Dad, give him some money and get me out of here, else I'll miss my flight.

Rahul, didn't you feel any shame maligning you parents?

You know I was lying.

-Dad. Flight! -I'm scolding you for lying.

You're getting out of control.

Friends, parties, coming home late at night...

Late at night? No, Mom! I come home early morning.

It's no use talking to him.

Son, you've made a mistake.

-Go and apologize to the DCP. -Apologize and me!

Dad, you know I've never done that.

Then rot here.

All right. Let me rot here then.

Let me serve a sentence of six to eight months.

Dad, do you remember you promised me,

you'll send me to America on my 21st birthday?

Remember, Dad?

Never mind. It's my birthday next week.

I'll celebrate here. I'll cut my cake with these criminals.

After all, they're my friends and family now.

But think...

"Millionaire Niranjan Khanna's only son in lockup!"

-Nandini... -Don't you fall into his trap.

He always emotionally blackmails you.

It's because of your pampering he's here today,

and we had to come to a police station to get him released.

-We can discuss this at home. -Yes, Mom, he's right.

We can discuss this at home. Dad, give him money.

Nandini, shall we?

Come.

-Mr. Bhosle, we want to talk to you. -I don't want to hear anything.

I've filed all charges against your son.

Just hear us out for a second.

-I don't want to hear anything! Go away! -Sir, please.

Please hear us out.

He's an amazing storyteller.

I swear I had sold the Gateway of India to those foreigners.

They had even come all excited to take it away.

Hardly had they managed to move an inch,

this grumpy DCP Bhosle came there,

and brought me here. The Gateway of India was only slightly damaged.

-So that's why it's getting repaired. -Yes, the boys had hammered it a little.

If you know someone who'd want to buy the Taj Mahal, the Red Fort, the Qutub Minar,

bring them to me.

I've got all the necessary papers ready.

I'm a master of such crooked jobs.

I'm the best! Yes! Keep my card.

It has got all my contact details.

Had I seen the signatures of Tata and Birla,

I would've cleaned out their accounts by now.

-Hey, go to sleep! -Hey, I'll sleep only when I get home.

Understood? Go call my parents.

-They left long back. -What?

Nandini, is this right?

I had to wait for a long time to fulfill my desires.

I've struggled a lot to be where I am today.

I don't want... the same for my son.

I love you very much.

You're a very good man.

And I want my son to be like you.

This might be just a prank for Rahul,

but the cars could've caught fire, people could have died.

It was due to God's grace that...

This is our chance to reform Rahul.

Believe me. It's in our son's best interest.

Mr. Khanna, what can I do?

He either has to pay a fine or go to jail.

Your Honor, we'll pay the fine.

Sending him to jail won't serve any purpose.

He's a spoilt boy, sir.

He lies and bribes, doesn't respect elders

-and the law means nothing to him. -He has made a mistake, Your Honor.

But he needs to reform, not serve a sentence.

We know... we're responsible for this.

We tried hard but to no avail.

Only you can do something now.

All this is beyond my powers.

I have to work within my limits.

Punish him in a way that makes him realize his mistakes.

He must know what's right and wrong.

-Please, Your Honor. -I can't do anything.

-Let me go in there. -You can't. Stop.

Your Honor, please listen to me.

How did you get in? Get out!

Sir, I've been trying to see you for the last four weeks

and you have avoided me every time. It won't happen today.

-There are people here. -Neha Sengupta from India Times.

I'm writing an article to evaluate the Indian penal system.

-I won't take long. Just five minutes. -No.

My first question:

You've been passing verdicts for the last 25 years,

but have you ever found out

whether that verdict has reformed the culprits or not?

Otherwise it defeats the purpose of punishment.

-Look, you... -Yes, I know. Everyone says the same.

-"I'm bound by law." -Right. I don't make laws.

I cannot punish according to my whims and fancies.

-Look, please leave. -Where are the results, Sir?

There are a zillion cases still waiting for a hearing.

Many people are rotting in jails due to this.

-Who will throw light on this truth? -Listen, I work eight hours a day.

I've taken only ten days off in the last 25 years.

A judge working within the limits of law can't do anything more.

-I cannot do anything. -You can do a lot, sir.

It all depends on you.

During my research, I found this.

In America, a judge made an accused

do community service for 200 hours.

After serving his punishment, he changed so much,

he became an example for the world.

Look, President Bill Clinton has honored the judge.

Sir?

Sir! Why can't you punish offenders like this?

Why can't we have something like this?

I've passed many verdicts in the last 25 years.

But today's verdict is not a punishment, but a lesson.

The punishment under consideration is an aspect of the country's law,

which has been overlooked by my peers.

But I'm confident, with this unique judgment of mine,

a change will come about in the Indian judiciary.

Rahul Khanna is a brazen and spoilt brat.

He has no experience of life.

I want him to be an ideal citizen of India in the future.

The elders with their experience of life

are the best choice to teach values to the younger generation.

Keeping this in mind,

I'm sending Rahul Khanna away from the city,

to Ashiana Nursing Home

to serve the old for a month.

During this sentence, neither Rahul Khanna can't visit his home

nor his friends or family go to visit him.

Rahul will have to follow every rule of the nursing home.

If he misbehaves during this period,

tries to escape,

or if there's even one complaint against him,

his sentence will be doubled.

Despite this, if he doesn't change, he'll be sent to jail.

Sir, you won't believe this.

Judge Murthy sent Rahul Khanna, Niranjan Khanna's son,

to serve in a nursing home for a month.

I'm so happy!

I never expected Judge Murthy to pass such a verdict.

What a conclusion for my article!

I'm putting it on the front page tomorrow.

Look, my article is also ready.

Throw it away.

Do we print gossip magazines?

And what will come of this news? Rubbish!

"A unique judgment." "A change in law." What will you write?

It'll be news only when the boy changes, or remains the same.

Neha, how many times do I need to remind you...

...that such sensational news only help to sell newspapers.

And that is of no value. Why did I start this paper?

Why am I running it today?

I've always told you: Think before you ink.

Ask yourself why you are writing it.

If you were a true journalist, you would've gone with the boy.

You would've stayed there and analyzed him closely.

Then you'd have given me your article and I'd have printed it on the front page.

So if I go and stay there for a whole month,

you'll not call me back come what may.

Not even if you're missing me.

Okay, I won't call you.

I've signed the property papers.

Henceforth, I'm leaving you forever.

I sever all ties with you.

-I'm no longer your son. Goodbye! -Wait, Son.

It's just a matter of one month.

-I'll book the next available flight. -No.

I'll have to serve another month. I can also go to jail.

-Why waste your money? -We aren't your enemies, Rahul.

-We did this for your good. -Yes, you should be given an award.

How could you do this to your only son?

You sent me to live with a bunch of old farts.

I doubt whether you're my parents!

Rahul, we'll come with you.

If that place is bad, we'll speak to the judge.

No, not at all.

I sent you to speak to Bhosle once. I'm still suffering for that.

Now no more risks. You've done what you had to.

Now leave me alone.

Rahul.

Let's go, officer.

Mr. Bhosle, listen to me. I'll run away from here,

but I'll be around and come back after a month.

The judge won't know anything.

Just ask for anything that you want, even if it's cash.

Please listen to me. You don't know what kind of people live there.

They are very old.

Post Office, Khapoli Zip Code: 400090

Neha, you've to get me out of here. You don't even know me.

But thanks to you, my America trip,

my birthday and my life, everything's ruined.

Now get me out of this mess.

Well, you're partly to be blamed for this.

-Really? -Since childhood, you've been pampered.

So you feel the world functions according to you.

If you don't change, you'll be useless, because you're well off anyway.

So what will be the purpose of your life?

I think the nursing home will make you a better person.

-Really? -Yes.

Shall we go? Mr. S.V. Pandit is the founder of this nursing home.

He was a rich man. He worked in the British Army.

After retirement, he came here and lived with his friends.

He was alone and had lots of money.

Needy people started staying with him.

Mr. Pandit did something really good.

Before dying, he donated everything to the home.

There's a solicitor, Vikram Saxena.

He manages the home now.

-Neha, you'll be there for a month too? -Yes.

If you misbehave, try to escape,

or even if there's a single complaint against you,

your sentence will be doubled or you'll be sent to jail.

Yes, whatever.

Why are you putting our luggage up there?

-The old man asked me to. -You call me an old man, huh?

Let's ask them.

-But I'm not feeling cold. -You'll feel it.

Will someone tell me where we are going?

Why are you putting everything on the roof?

-Keep a few things inside too. -What are you saying?

Could you please pass me my hat?

Pass me my hat.

-Where do I keep this, Chitra? -23... Again, you interrupted.

Why did you remove your beanie? You'll catch a cold.

-I'll wear it when I feel cold. -I know you since you were a kid.

-Once you catch a cold... -You're always in a mood to fight.

Go and do your counting.

-What's going on? -Don't know.

Sir, can you tell me what's going on?

Where are they going?

I've been asking since morning, but no one is willing to answer.

-Saifuddin! -Yes?

-Did you keep your bag? -Bag?

-Mr. Bhosle? -Mr. Saxena!

Where are these people going?

They are going to Kashi for a month.

How is that possible?

The court delivered its verdict, but it was your duty

to find out whether we'd be here or not.

But why would you do that, isn't it?

According to you, we can't go anywhere outside this place.

Mr. Prajapati, I agree we made a mistake.

Why don't you take him to Kashi too?

No! Wait a minute!

Look, I've been sent here for a month.

I won't go to Kashi with these old people.

-I'll either stay here or go home. -So it's decided.

Send this brazen fellow to jail.

-We're leaving for our pilgrimage. -No, please.

Please sit down, Mr. Keshav.

Listen, there's one thing...

They have been canceling this trip for the last three years.

-I don't think they would cancel it again. -And they shouldn't.

Opportunity seldom strikes.

You're going for a good cause. Who am I to stop you?

You please go.

-Please carry on with your trip. -You go out. Out!

But...

But... How rude!

It's a matter of just one month. Please agree.

I'll get you a 50% discount on your train tickets.

What about the accommodation? Who will pay for it?

I'll take care of your accommodation.

And what about transportation?

-I'll arrange a state-sanctioned bus. -Then there's no problem.

We'll go next month. All done.

-What? -We have a proposal.

We can go to Kashi anytime.

Besides, the money that we'll save

-can be used for a trip to Tirupati. -And what about our arrangements?

No! We'll go, and we'll go now.

-Keshav, Desai, let's go. -Yes, let's go.

Chitra has packed everything. Let's go.

No, I'm not going anywhere.

It's inauspicious if someone stops you while you are leaving.

Once, a distant relative was going on a pilgrimage.

Someone stopped him, so he didn't go.

And what's strange is, the train he would've taken

met with an accident and he was saved.

I'm not going when I have an example to follow.

Then we must not go.

-Look, Mr. Prajapati... -This does not make sense.

Who has seen the future? I'm going.

-Who else is coming with me? -I am.

Mr. Prajapati, we aren't rich like you.

We have to cut our coat according to our cloth.

Mr. Bhosle, we've decided we'll go next month.

I knew!

I knew you could even mortgage yourselves for money.

What a shame! No one has the courage to take his own decision.

They are like a herd of cattle.

Wherever the herdsman goes, they follow.

Why did they have to agree with the cop?

Had we refused, he couldn't have done anything.

You need to be strong to make things happen.

You need courage.

I was barely 13 years old when I decided to leave home.

Hiding in a ship, I reached Burma from Calcutta.

My first job was to break stones.

And my last job was polishing diamonds.

Only those people are greedy who have never seen money.

But I had a lot of money.

Even today, I'm respected in the diamond market.

Mr. Prajapati, are you going somewhere?

Don't irritate me, Saifu!

Just to save a little money, they canceled the pilgrimage.

He's offering discounts. They need a discount to see god.

And Subramanium... he can never be trusted.

He was a clerk all his life.

He began working with a meager salary of 300 rupees and retired with just 1300.

A saving of 800 rupees was a treasure for him!

Neither did the idiot come on the trip nor did he let the others come too.

Saxena!

This is my room. Mr. Pandit had given it to me himself.

Yes, you're right but there are two people living in every room.

Then let him stay in the verandah.

That's not possible.

He'll have to stay here.

Let me remind you if you've forgotten:

I've pledged my entire property to this trust.

We can talk about that later.

Should I give away my property before dying,

-No. -And beg on the streets

for the rest of my life?

Mr. Prajapati, it's just a matter of a month.

Rahul will stay here.

Bye.

But this room is mine and my rules will be followed here.

-Sure. -What I say has to be done.

-Of course. -My routine won't change.

I've been using this room for the last seven years.

So the rules to be followed here will be mine.

-Of course. -No one will touch my things.

-All right. -And until I ask any question,

no one will talk to me.

-No lights in my room after 8 p.m. -Sure.

The windows will be closed,

-and the fan will not run at full speed. -Fine.

I always listen to the radio before going to bed.

-No music after that. -All right.

And I'll use the bathroom first in the morning.

-Okay? -Rahul, got it?

Yes.

-One more thing. -Yes?

Only I'll have the right to make or break any rule in this room.

Heard him?

Hitler died but left a butler behind.

And I won't tolerate any rudeness.

You haven't been sent here to relax.

Keep my bag in the storeroom.

What?

Keep my bag in the storeroom!

Kept it.

You!

Your turn.

Are you now happy to see me suffer amongst these old men?

Rahul, don't call them old.

-They're your elders. -Exactly!

Rahul, you've been sent here to learn something from them.

Really? And what will these old farts teach me?

You better realize you've to spend a month here.

And the sooner you realize this, the better.

-Really? -Yes.

Should I remove cobwebs from the walls for a month?

Wipe the floor, cook for them,

dry their clothes and when they can't sleep at night,

-sing lullabies for them? -Correct.

-Come, let's play chess. -Yes, Uncle!

Where am I stuck?

There's no zest for life here

Where am I stuck?

There's no zest for life here

In just a couple of moments, I'm scared

Life here is very boring

I can't see any way to escape

I don't know who I'm stuck with

I just don't understand anything Nobody understands

Where am I stuck?

There's no zest for life here

I'm simply lost without my friends

Memories haunt me

I don't know How to do away with the misery

This place is nothing short of a jail

This place where all of you stay

It's a colorless, dreamless life here

Wake up, run with me

It's a difficult life here

Life here is

As we want to lead it

It has got all shades of life Got it?

Where am I stuck?

There's no zest for life here

There's no hatred here

Just love

Everyone here is

Close to each other

This is heaven

We stay amidst laughter

Our hopes are alive

We are thoroughly happy

You're just an innocent kid

You don't know anything

You're like an old weak tree

You'll break if you don't comply

Don't be stubborn Just listen to me

We are never

Scared of difficulties

You'll agree with us

When you know us well enough

We'll prove you that even old people

Can be productive

If you don't listen to us You'll repent

Where am I stuck?

There's no zest for life here

Whoever meditates on You Will get Your grace

Meditating with a mind free of sorrows

At least keep the fan on. Even the windows are closed.

Wealth and happiness comes To your place

All sorrows go out of the window

Hail lord Jagdish!

You are my mother You are my father

I need your blessings

Hail Lord Shiva!

Hail Lord Shiva!

Hail Lord Shiva!

Hail Lord Shiva!

We shall meet again tomorrow morning.

Hail India!

Stop the music.

Stop the music!

-What? -Stop the music!

Get up! We have to go for a morning walk.

Get up.

Get up.

It's 4:30, we have to go for a morning walk.

Get up! We've to go for a morning walk.

Get up!

-Now? -Yes.

Morning walk is meant for mornings.

-You go! -Get up!

Get up!

No!

Get up!

-No! -Get up!

-Let me sleep! -Get up or I'll complain about you.

Let my gait be like the breeze

Ever moving, never stopping

-Why are you so happy? -Because I have got another day to live.

This is the way to remain happy

-How old are you? -I'll be your age in a few days.

-Why are you making me walk? -Tired?

At your age, I found diamond mines in the mountains of Burma.

It was said that in over 2000 years,

whoever dared to go there, did not come back alive.

That fuelled my desire to go there.

I lured six Kabai with money to come with me.

-What is Kabai? -Tribal men.

They eat everything, even human beings.

But mine were better.

In our 15-day journey, I lost four men.

-They must've run away. -No.

One was taken away by a tiger.

Two were drowned in quicksand and one was bit by a snake.

But I didn't give up.

I fought death at every step and moved on.

On the 21st day, when I crossed the jungles,

I saw huge diamond mountains shining across the river.

The world's largest diamond mine stood before me.

-Why have you been sent here? -I haven't been sent here.

I've come here of my own accord.

People like us who spend all their lives looking after their families,

need a peaceful atmosphere at this age.

Hence we come here.

We can breathe easy in a peaceful atmosphere.

You mean everyone is at this nursing home of their own accord?

-I don't believe you. -Who are you to believe it or not?

Assume whatever you wish. It makes no difference to us.

Idiot!

Did you read this?

A 19-year-old boy from Malabar Hill

killed his 84-year-old grandfather.

Upon enquiry, the boy told the police

that he and his family were fed up with his non-stop chatter.

He was mad and made their lives miserable.

So one day, he poisoned him.

The old man vomited and he was saved.

Two days later, the grandson pushed him from the terrace.

He broke his leg and hands, but he survived again.

Finally, the grandson strangled him in the hospital.

And this way, a family got rid of a burden.

-Can this be true? -It has happened.

Journalists can't lie.

They are good people. They write only the truth.

-I know them very well. -I'm going to the city for a few days...

-Vikram. -Yes?

Why don't you take the measurements for the curtains too?

-We need new curtains. -But these look fine.

We're old, not dead.

-We'll like it if we get new curtains. -Okay. I'll get new curtains.

Excuse me.

-Who is the manager here? -Yes?

-Hello. I'm Vijay Mathur. -Saxena.

-She is my mother. -Greetings.

I'm going to Canada for a month for a training...

-Okay. -...with my family.

She cannot come along.

I don't want to keep her alone at home.

We have no relatives to look after her.

If she stays here, I don't have to be worried.

-For just a month? -Yes, for just one month.

When I return, I'll take her back.

Okay. She'll have to sign a few forms.

I'll take her along.

Come, Mrs. Mathur.

Excuse me.

-Tell the truth to your mother. -What?

I am a man of the world.

Tell your mother you are never going to return.

What are you saying? I'm not leaving my mother here forever.

You have no idea of my situation.

I want to take her with me but she doesn't want to come.

Look son, when you won't return...

...your mother will be shattered.

And such people... don't live long.

Tell her the truth.

Vijay. Son, you're leaving me here.

That doesn't mean you will do as you please.

Take care of yourself and everyone.

Now you're the eldest.

And remember, you must write a letter to me every week or call me.

Mom...

...I'll take your leave now.

Welcome to our home, Mrs. Mathur.

-Anuradha. -I'm Prajapati.

Come.

You won't have any problem here.

We've designed the rooms here with due thought.

It's a very nice place.

To be honest, I was a bit scared

about this place.

I mean, nursing homes aren't like this.

Why not? That's how they should be.

Does the sun give less light to the old?

Does the moon shimmer less for them?

We soak in the rain and sweat in the sun too.

Is it wise to categorize according to one's age?

I wish everyone were as understanding as you.

Come. It doesn't matter what others say, but you must be clear.

Anuradha... you've got only one life to live.

One-third of it is spent in obeying your parents.

The other third in carrying out responsibilities.

Now, are you living the remaining third of your life as you want to?

Think about it.

Isn't old age a blessing?

Complete freedom. No responsibility.

We're living here comfortably. We do as we please.

I can assure you, a month will pass by so soon,

you won't realize it's time for you to leave.

I know my son will never come to take me back.

I'll live here now.

-Biscuits. -Anuradha, tea for you.

-You must be tired. -Blanket for you.

-It gets very cold here. -Take it.

But it is sometimes very hot too, so I've brought a fan.

Keep on the table.

-Make yourself at home. -Okay.

-My glasses? -Here they are.

I told you. It's not even four hours and he left his mother.

You haven't come here to relax.

Go and check the accounts in the office.

I've reformed many young boys like you.

When I used to go out in Burma,

all the naughty boys would hide around.

You're nobody.

You! Please come in.

Come in. Please.

Why have you kept these dirty towels on the chair?

Come, sit down.

Come.

-You don't have diabetes, do you? -I had, but not anymore.

Besan ladoo. I made a few in a hurry.

I love them a lot.

Is he your grandson?

He? No. He is doing community service.

He'll stay here for a month and serve us.

He was arrested.

No one was ready to keep him in their room.

So I thought I'll keep him.

The entire responsibility of this place is on me.

Rahul dear, go and finish your work.

-Is she your wife? -Yes!

She was no ordinary woman.

-She was the princess of Burma! -Rahul!

-Theirs was a mind-blowing love story. -Rahul,

do you remember the court judgment?

Forget it. Their love story has romance, tragedy, drama,

and mind-blowing action.

-Rahul, you've to finish your work. Go! -Okay.

Your shirt buttons and buttonholes are not aligned.

Neha!

Neha!

-Come with me! -Rahul!

-Have it, please. -No, you have it.

-What? -The old man is wooing her.

What did I do? I was just showing you.

When someone likes someone, they try to make them happy.

-Why? -Love.

When you're in love, you want to keep the other person happy.

And it's a two way thing.

The other person also does the same.

Forget it. You're too much.

I showed you such a nice scene

and you have to lecture me on love.

What's your issue if Mr. Prajapati likes Mrs. Anuradha?

-He must be feeling so good. -What are you trying to say?

Will she fall in love with him?

-It's possible. Why not? -Really?

Tell me something. If I keep you happy...

...take care of you, will you also love me?

And to keep me happy, will you help me get out of here?

Never.

What if I say everything you want to hear?

-What if I look into your eyes and smile? -No.

What if I hold your hand and keep it on my heart?

And if I say all the sweets things that will make your heart pound?

Shut up, Rahul!

You say something

Let me say something

Let our story begin

You say something

Let me say something

Let our story begin

It's the story of our love

The confession of restless hearts

Try to know what's in my heart

Agree to whatever I say

Know it and give your consent too

Know it

You say something

Let me say something

I slept in your arms

And found peace

One beautiful woman Makes the evening beautiful

Let me name you love

I'll go against all traditions

On your command I'll leave the world

I can't stay without you Even for a moment

I'll cry and die

Try to know what's in my heart

Agree to whatever I say

Know it and give your consent too

Know it

Know it and give your consent too

Know it

You say something

Let me say something

Let our story begin

Neha, don't leave.

Just listen to me. Please! I'm terribly bored here.

Ask the judge to relieve me. I've changed.

I promise.

I got up early today. Even took Uncle Prajapati for a walk.

Take the life insurance policy and the pension slip to the office.

Give them an application again.

If you don't do that, my pension won't be increased.

I read in the papers today

that applications will be taken until the end of this month.

-Done? -A little more.

-There's no more space. -Just one more line.

I've got no news from you for a long time now.

Is this important?

Why will he write you a letter When there's no problem?

Letters are not written to share problems.

They are also written to share happiness.

"Your father." Done.

-Here.. -Now go and post it too.

-I won't go so far. -Prajapati, who will go to post letters?

-Send Rahul. -I'm not going.

All right, get a paper.

I'll write a complaint against you to the court.

You can't do that.

It is. So?

Just because I'm sent here doesn't mean I'll do all your work.

-Who will travel so far to post a letter? -You.

-Neha, come with me. -Are you crazy?

You won't get a better opportunity to know about me.

I'd like to tell you how I am changed as a person.

-What were you saying, Aunt? -What was I saying?

Grandpa, your letter.

Gujral, your letter.

Mr. Desai, your letter.

Mr. Wadia, your letter.

Badruddin, your letter.

-Saifu! -What?

Didn't you feel no shame to do something so cheap?

Look at this.

Mr. Sharma's pension application.

Mr. Desai's letter, life insurance policy,

Mr. Gujral's letter to his lawyer... everything is ruined.

All due to your recklessness.

Okay.

You don't understand the language of love.

We didn't trouble you until now but things have gone too far.

You'll have to mow the entire lawn by tomorrow evening.

Alone. No one will help you.

Is that clear?

Mr. Prajapati, why has he been punished?

Son, what's the harm? It's work-cum-exercise.

At your age, I used to break walnuts in my palm.

Why are you lying? Your mother had given me a nutcracker

-to break them for you. -You don't remember anything.

I remember everything. Your mother gave me only two things.

-You and the nutcracker. -There you go again!

Son, you made a mistake. Go and apologize to everyone.

Rahul, I would have helped you...

...but if my sister finds out, she'll scold me.

Keshav!

Keshav, what are you doing here? You'll catch a cold. Go inside.

Rahul, you haven't started your work yet?

Tell me if I'm wrong.

I'm not worried about myself but don't you have any self-respect?

-What happened to my self-respect? -What happened?

He treats you all like a herd of cattle and you tolerate it.

Who are you talking about?

The one who commands you all.

He takes decisions about everything? Forget everyone else...

-I cannot even say it. -It's not like that.

Not sensible, say influential.

He's both healthy and wealthy.

-So you all are afraid of him. -Who told you that?

Tell me, did he ask anyone while making his decision?

No. Forget the others, did he ask you?

You're the most educated among all.

Anyway, forget it. It isn't his fault.

You agree with everything he says.

But Subbu, how can he decide alone?

Don't you have any right over me?

So what if I don't live in your room?

Shall I tell you something? Don't feel bad.

Have you noticed...

...ever since Aunt Anuradha has come,

he doesn't let go an opportunity to belittle you.

He's always doing that. Why?

Is he the only one who's been to Burma? Is he the most intelligent?

Most brave and handsome?

No. I don't know how all you agree to his demands. I wouldn't.

Given a chance, I would look into his eyes and say,

"I've pardoned Rahul."

Mr. Prajapati, I've pardoned Rahul!

Pardoned him?

From now on, decisions will be made after consulting with everyone.

Rahul's punishment wasn't decided with everyone's consent.

So I pardoned him.

Who says so? He won't be pardoned.

Once I take a decision, it doesn't change.

Who are you to decide?

Government of India? What you say will be done,

and we'll only scream?

One who cannot work, what else will he do?

Mind your language.

Your body and voice won't scare me.

He has been throwing his weight around here for the last seven years.

Our clothes, our food, everything is decided by him.

He doesn't listen to anyone.

Listen, you idiot!

People accept the decision of those who are respected.

What respect do you have? "I did this, I did that.

I chopped jungles, blasted mountains."

Is a man respected by his tales?

They're not tales, they're facts.

I haven't spent my life being afraid.

I've actually worked. I didn't go through files like you.

I've played with diamonds. And I quit it all on my own.

No one asked me to retire.

When I came back, half of Burma was crying.

-That is called respect! -Respect, huh?

Have you come to my home and seen how I'm worshipped?

Then what are you doing here?

Go where they treat you like a god. Go!

Krishna, your father here.

Get the car soon. Take me away from here.

I'm not happy here.

Come quickly!

Dinner is served. Come.

The one to feed me is alive.

I'm not so unfortunate that I'll have to stay here.

You go and eat.

Please leave me alone.

Start eating.

He'll go home and have rice and sambar.

Why are you not eating?

Let him go. He is a family man!

Let him go to his family.

It's good. We've one person less.

Your home is four hours away from here.

And you've been sitting here for the last ten hours.

What do you think? Your son will come and take you back?

-His car must've broken down. -You've lost it!

One who didn't come for seven minutes in the last seven years, will he come now?

You left him and came here,

because you couldn't bear his family's carelessness.

You began to feel suffocated living quietly in one room.

So you came here to live a respectable life.

Where will you go from here now?

When will you understand that this is our home now?

Instead of packing your things,

you should've caught me by the collar and said,

"Why should I leave?

If you have a problem, why don't you leave, Prajapati?"

Our bond isn't going to break because of that boy.

We've spent seven years together.

I won't let you go so easily.

-Happy birthday Rahul! -Happy birthday!

Are you crazy?

How could you all just barge in here?

Go away.

PP...

...you know, your wife's and Aunt Anu's faces...

Subramanium, there's news for you.

-In Madras... -I'll read news the that concerns me.

You read that which concerns you.

-Dad. -How are you?

How are you, Dad?

And listen, I...

We're coming over to celebrate your birthday.

No, Mom. They don't celebrate birthdays here.

Don't worry, we'll convince them.

No, please don't come here.

-What happened to them? -What?

-Why did they leave? -Obviously, they're angry with you.

Angry!

-So now? -Apologize, maybe they'll forgive you.

Apologize? And me?

Okay, fine.

Whatever I did, I'm...

I didn't work as hard to defeat King Kong.

That's okay but what did he apologize for?

Mr. Prajapati, let's have a party. What do you say, Sister?

No party for that moron.

Forget it. It's his birthday today.

-We must throw a party. -Yes.

Look, do whatever you want to do for his sake.

I am not going to give a penny.

No problem, I'll give the money,

-but will you come to the party? -What's wrong with you people?

Why throw a party for him?

When he leaves, will you cry for him?

-No party. -That's not done. He's alone here.

Throwing a party on his birthday

-is our duty. -Yes!

We'll have a party he'll remember all his life.

And if you throw him a party,

he'll also realize that apologizing is not a big deal.

Do as you please but don't expect anything from me.

-I'll only come to eat. -Where?

-It feels so good on such occasions. -Just keep it on the table.

-Everyone's smiling, everyone's happy. -Move out of my way.

You need excuses to feel happy...

...as you can never be happy for no reason.

Mr. Prajapati, your letter.

What is it? Is everything okay?

What happened?

-Mr. Gujral. -What happened? Whose letter is it?

Any problem, Prajapati?

"Ashiana Trust wants to inform every resident of Ashiana Nursing Home...

that this home is shutting down.

Within seven days of receiving this notice,

the inmates may find another place for themselves.

We won't be responsible for anyone living here after that.

Vikram Saxena.

Ashiana Trust."

-How is that possible? -What will we do now?

Is everything ready? Cake, candles and music?

He's coming. Keep everything ready.

Pleasant and unique You're one in a million

Pleasant and unique You're one in a million

Pleasant and unique You're one in a million

We felt you were like

A moon in a dark night

A cluster of stars surrounds you

A cluster of stars surrounds you

A cluster of stars surrounds you

Innocent and plain

You're like a prince

We love you

We promise

Be it happiness or sadness

We'll sacrifice our lives for you

Mad boy, smile!

Mad boy, smile!

Mad boy, smile!

We have dreams

The nights are unknown

I've to tell you

The secrets of my heart

Even though you trouble us We think of you as ours

You don't know this secret

You don't know this secret

You don't know this secret

We pray for your long life

Kiss you and pray for you You never face any trouble

You can sleep in my arms like a baby

I feel like a mother with you around

You're sweet and unique

You're our support

Done?

Happy?

Can I go now?

Until today, I thought that maybe, you're not such a bad person after all.

But you proved me wrong, Rahul. You're a selfish man.

Love, realization, emotions, they mean nothing to you.

Do you know their present condition?

They laughed to keep you happy.

They sang to please you.

All this despite receiving a notice...

...informing they have to leave this place within seven days. Forever!

-What? In the next seven days? -Yes.

-Will this place close down? -Yes, Rahul.

-Will they all leave? -Yes.

-Forever? -Forever!

Residents of Ashiana have received a notice of eviction.

Ashiana will be shut down within seven days.

Under the circumstances, I request you to grant pardon to Rahul...

...and permit him to come home.

Just because the place is shutting down, I'll pardon him?

He can be sent elsewhere for the remaining 15 days.

My son hasn't committed a major crime.

He made a mistake and we wanted him to realize it.

And he is doing that.

But I punished him in order to make him a good citizen.

If I pardon him now, all that will be of no avail.

-I can't pardon him. Sorry. -He has changed, Your Honor.

He knows now what's right and wrong. He has realized his mistakes.

Obviously, the purpose of your punishment is served.

Your honor, even criminals are pardoned for good behavior.

So why not Rahul?

Okay.

Fine then.

If Rahul can bring a letter from the residents of Ashiana,

which clearly says that after going there, he has changed a lot,

become a good person,

and his remaining sentence may be waived,

then I may pardon him. I just may, you know.

No problem. I'm sure they'll give him such a letter.

Four years ago,

we borrowed seven million rupees from the bank for repairs

and construction of Ashiana.

Today, adding the penalties and the interest, it's 13 million.

I couldn't repay the amount despite my best efforts.

-Because the entire amount... -Sign.

...was spent in running this place.

The bank is taking possession of this place to recover the amount.

This place will belong to the bank after seven days.

-Sign it. -After that, we have to obey the bank.

But Mr. Pandit formed a trust. All the money was for this place.

Uncle Subbu, 20 years back, 50,000 rupees meant more than 5 million.

Besides, Mr. Pandit didn't leave a large sum behind.

He invested in some mutual funds and shares which have no value today.

-A large sum is needed to run this home. -Uncle Subbu.

Where will it come from? But don't worry.

I promise to start Ashiana again.

But how long will it take?

At least 12 to 15 years.

Then save that place for our graves.

Mr. Prajapati, if only I could do something!

Goodbye.

Hello, Shantiniketan Nursing Home?

Can 20 people be accommodated at your place?

Pardon? I'm Prajapati from Ashiana Nursing Home.

But where will the others go?

Please try.

We'll manage even with less space.

Ajit, it's me, your father.

This place is about to be shut down soon.

So I'll be coming home in a couple of days.

Yes, it's shutting down for good.

Yes. Now what can be done?

It is tough indeed.

But don't worry. It won't be any trouble.

We'll live as before.

Son... tell daughter-in-law...

...that I...

...I'll stay quietly in my own room.

But...

But what, Ajit?

Ajit?

Ajit?

Prajapati, what happened to all those tall claims?

We discussed so many things: "We can do as we please.

Old is gold. Freedom." What happened to all that?

What is happening with us?

We don't have a shelter even at this age!

Is old really gold? It's all lies.

No matter what we say, the truth is... nobody needs us.

If it's only about money, why don't we all contribute?

I mean, if all of us can dish out a little, it will be sufficient.

Keshav, you're right for the first time.

I've 50,000 rupees in my fund. I'll give that.

My money is of no use if I can't use it to save my home.

Correct!

-I've about 250,000. -And I've some jewelry.

We can contribute 150,000.

I'll tell you my share after I check my passbook.

-But be assured, I'll give them all. -I'll give 50,000.

-I'll give 15,000 -I'll give 40,000.

And I'll give 60,000.

My husband left me 50,000 rupees. I'll give that.

You all are crazy!

Who will treat us if we fall ill?

Saxena?

And what's the guarantee that things will work out?

There can be some other problems in the future.

Then whom shall we ask for money?

We don't earn anything.

I'll not donate my savings like this while I'm alive.

You're free to do as you please.

These people will never learn.

Is it a joke to arrange 1.3 million rupees?

They can hardly walk but want to jump!

I'll never be a part of such foolishness.

Let them decide about their own money. They can donate it or burn it.

Why should I care?

This is what you needed, isn't it? To be released from this place?

Go! You've got your freedom.

Now go and blow your dad's money and enjoy with your friends.

Isn't that what life means to you?

Yes, my father is wealthy and I'll blow his money.

I'll also enjoy with my friends. I'm not like you.

I've always shared everything with them.

I've never let them spend. You make tall claims, huh?

Forests of Burma, grand mountains, diamond mines...

If you're that rich, go and help your friends.

But how can you? You don't have anything to give.

From day one, I knew you were lying.

I know you don't have a cent.

Yes.

You're right.

I don't have anything to give.

I've been lying to stay alive.

I was 13... when my father died.

I had to look after my mother and five siblings.

At an age when I should be having fun, I started working.

I started living for my siblings.

Seeing their happy faces,

I felt I was their dad and not their elder brother.

Time went by.

They changed over time.

Though I borrowed money to get my sisters

married into rich families, I was poor.

And an embarrassment to my high-achieving brothers.

When I came home early one evening...

...I heard my siblings talking about me and stopped at the door.

I eavesdropped on them.

They were looking for excuses to get rid of me.

Gone were the days when they would eagerly wait to see me.

I couldn't take it.

So I thought of committing suicide.

But then I thought, "Why should I?

I'm free now.

I can lead a life of my liking."

But how? I was old.

My strength was gone.

I had nothing left except making up tales.

I landed up here.

When Saifuddin asked me on the first day where I was from...

...without thinking, I said I was from Burma.

After that, things became smooth.

Now you know everything.

Go and tell everyone that I'm a liar!

Neha...

...I would've certainly stayed if it would've made a difference.

But I can't solve their problem.

What will you do here?

I'm free today amidst All this beauty

I don't know my destination

I'm free today amidst All this beauty

I don't know my destination

My heart says Have fun and kiss the sky

My heart says Have fun and kiss the sky

I'm no more alone The days of fun are here again

Friends, my happiness has returned

Loneliness will never touch me again

Why should you be bothered now

About what you have left behind

Now that you have found happiness again

Why should you feel sad?

I don't know anything

I am lost

I don't know anything

I am lost

I'm like a free bird No cage for me

I live on my terms

I want to stay away from all the sadness In the world

Try as hard as you might

You'll never be able to forget

Be it day or night

Their memories will haunt you

When you will think about them

You can't help but cry

Your heart will try

But never be able to forget them

PP!

Subbu!

Aunt Anu!

Saifu...

Keshav?

Mr. Gujral!

Rahul?

Mr. Saxena.

-Where is everyone? -They left about ten minutes ago.

But where did they go?

I don't know.

You don't need to go anywhere. We can save Ashiana.

Dad has given a check of 1.3 million rupees.

Let's go and give it to Saxena.

Whenever we try to go anywhere...

...you always stop us.

If you had brought it a few days ago...

...I could have done something.

Now... this place is sold now.

Sold?

But you said you had mortgaged it with the bank.

So how did it get sold?

I had to sell it to pay off my debts.

Vikram, tell us the truth. What is it?

The truth is you can't stay here any longer

because I've sold this place to Arora Builders.

Tomorrow onwards, they'll start building a resort here.

Vikram!

Who gave you the right to sell this place?

Mr. Pandit had left it for the Ashiana Trust.

How could you sell it?

I was Mr. Pandit's solicitor.

I'm the executor of his will.

I have every right to make any decision regarding this place.

You're lying!

Do you have any legal proof?

"After my death, my solicitor Saxena will be heir to all my properties.

He can deal with them as he pleases."

This is a forged will. The real will said something else.

I was there when he donated everything to the trust.

Strange!

How do you remember that when you don't remember recent things?

Strange!

You don't know this, but there's another copy of the will.

Mr. Pandit gave it to me for safekeeping.

Really? Show me then.

One minute.

It's right here.

-It was right here! -Nice try.

Do you realize now why he was sending us to Kashi?

He would've demolished this place when we returned.

He probably thought we were old and quietly leave this place.

He doesn't know who he is dealing with.

We'll complain to the police and put him in jail!

-We'll protest outside his house. -Yes!

We'll take Neha's help and publish our case in the papers.

We'll let the entire country know.

Newspapers won't help. He should be...

We'll create such an uproar it will even shake the government!

This is just the beginning.

We'll call the media and have a world coverage.

We'll throw the real will at Arora's face.

Wait and watch!

He'll be in handcuffs. It will be a slap in the face for him.

We'll be world-famous. I'll tell my grandson:

"See, your grandpa is more famous than Shah Rukh Khan!"

When will you tell him? Will you call your grandson here?

Has anyone tried to contact you in the last four years?

Keshav!

Come on, get up everyone.

-Let's go. -Yes!

Rahul, why did you come back?

I may be a liar, but it's true...

...I've come back for you.

According to Mr. Pandit's actual will...

...Ashiana Nursing Home belongs to Ashiana Trust.

Saxena has hidden the real will.

He made false documents and sold the place to you.

You can't demolish it.

If this is so, you should've gone to the police or the court.

What will you gain by convincing me?

Must I learn from you the ABCs of doing business?

Why are you making so many people homeless?

Mr. Arora, you will find other places to build a hotel.

I'm not used to taking suggestions. The demolition is certain.

You can't do that.

Who will stop me? Who?

I.

Here's the stay order from the court.

Forget about demolishing, you can't be near Ashiana for the next seven days.

-Who is she? -Advocate Nandini Khanna.

I quit my practice as there wasn't any case worth fighting for.

But now I have one. I've filed a case in the court

claiming that Saxena has presented a forged will.

Now the judgment can take seven days... or seven years!

Let's go.

What's all this, Saxena? You said there was no legal tussle.

So what's all this mess now?

Don't worry, Mr. Arora. They threatened us with the will.

But it doesn't exist anymore. I burnt it myself.

I forged Mr. Pandit's signature and made this new will.

No power on earth can prove it is forged.

But what about the stay order?

It's just a stay order, not the judgment.

They have to produce the real will in seven days, which they don't have.

So the case will be dismissed. We don't need to worry.

There's no judgment yet.

The court has granted us seven days to produce the real will.

We won't be able to do anything if we can't find it.

We'll find it.

Our forgetful Saifu must have misplaced it.

Now that we're back here, it will refresh his memory.

Then we'll take it straight to the court.

-Good night. -Good night.

-Thanks for coming, Mom. -One minute.

Dear, you're a lawyer right?

-Yes. -Then tell me?

Isn't there any law in our country

that prevents a person from throwing out his aged parents?

Not yet.

But there should be one. There should be.

Rahul, can I tell you something?

You're a very nice guy.

-It's not in here either. -Just a few power bills here.

Where's the will?

-Check this file too. -Okay.

-I'll see it. -Saifu, try to think hard.

Where's the file with the stamps?

Keshav, be careful, you'll fall down.

Why don't you say it?

What?

That you like me.

Nonsense! Why would I love you?

Love!

I didn't say "love."

I said "like."

And since you asked, let me tell you...

...that I'm a good boy. I obey you.

I do what you like.

I even came back to help these people.

Besides, I'm not too bad looking either.

-Really? -Yes!

You should see yourself in the mirror first.

The girl who loves you ought to have her head examined.

Actually, it's you who loves me.

-I? -Yes.

-I love you? -Yes.

Yes. Because you brought this up.

You love me, but you wanted to hear it from me.

-Not at all. -Neha, get that blue file.

The thing is, my great grandfather started this paper in 1910.

He was a freedom fighter.

My dad studied at Oxford. I'm going there next year.

Now since it's our printing press, I'll have to manage. I...

Listen.

There's this girl

Who likes me but

There's this girl who likes me

But doesn't say anything

What do I do?

There's this boy

Who looks at me but

There's this boy who looks at me

But doesn't say anything

What do I do?

I feel him all the time

He has made his house in my heart

My heart beats in excitement

He flows like blood in me

I will make my home in his eyes

I will keep him happy forever

I am impatient

When she will accept me

I am impatient

When she will accept me

I am feeling shy What do I do?

There's a girl

There's a boy

What do we do?

We will build a road here.

This is our resort. This is the front view and the back view.

This shrubbery will be removed,

and in its place, we'll have this landscaped garden.

-And this haunted house? -Very good!

We're just waiting for the right moment to demolish it.

-So, how did you like it? -Wait a minute.

-These shanties look very small. -Hey...

-Move aside. -They should have been bigger.

What do you say, Subbu?

Here it goes.

And this slum looks distasteful!

Subbu, this isn't a slum. It's a five-star hotel.

-Let me see. -You don't like it?

-Hey! -Shall I throw it?

-What are you doing? -What's all this?

There is always a health club in a five-star hotel. Where is it?

-It must be here. -What the hell is going on here?

This just doesn't come off.

Don't touch it!

Why is this well here?

It's not a well, it's a swimming pool.

People will come for a swim.

It's cold here throughout the year. Who will swim?

It'll simply take up space. Come on, remove it!

What are you doing?

Why does this face this way?

According to Vastu Shastra, it should face towards west.

-Turn it. -No!

-See this? -What are you all doing?

What's this? Is it a cattle shed?

No, there are cars in it. This is a garage.

It's in the wrong place.

If the hotel faces that way, it should be there.

-Right. -Yes.

This is wrong. Remove it.

-It's a faulty design. -Indeed.

It's up here!

But... I remember.

It's here.

It's here!

Careful.

Found it!

I found my glasses.

I found it!

If Mr. Pandit didn't sign over this place to them,

how were they living all this while?

One minute. Yes, tell me.

Do something, Son! It's important we find that will.

Without it, we can't do anything.

What you're doing is wrong. I'll write about it in the papers.

-You'll get into problems. -Go and write what you want to!

Sister, check this out!

You're a very irresponsible man!

Do you remember Mr. Pandit gave you the will?

We can't do anything else.

We are running out of time.

We'll lose the case in court if we don't find the will by tomorrow.

And Saxena will take over this place.

I'm sorry.

Dad, is there no other way?

Mr. Arora, I have a profitable proposal for you.

At whatever price you bought Ashiana,

I'm prepared to pay

2, 2.5 million more than that.

Just forget about it.

Mr. Khanna.

You are talking of forgetting it?

I'm waiting to demolish it.

I'm just waiting for the court order tomorrow.

After that, I'll come with such an arrangement,

that onlookers will say:

"Has he come to demolish Ashiana or the entire town?"

Mr. Bhosle, if we don't present the will in the court tomorrow,

we'll lose the case.

It's better to lose than to adopt unfair means to win.

Mr. Bhosle.

Please give us the will. We'll be much obliged.

I'm obliging you by not arresting you for forgery.

Please leave.

Saifu.

Think again. Think hard.

What did you do after you took the will?

Did you give it to anyone for safekeeping?

Why would I be so stupid?

Who could I trust with such important papers?

We'll never get it. Got it?

Tomorrow is the seventh day. Saxena will win the case.

Why did this man need to hide it?

And even if you did, you could've told us where it was.

Or framed it and hung it somewhere. At least we could have seen it.

If he had done that, Vikram would've taken it long back.

This way, it's at least safe somewhere.

Yes, safe indeed!

What will we do if we don't find the will?

We'll lose the case, and this place too. We'll become homeless again.

What a simple way we had to get out of this mess!

We only had to show the will in the court.

Do you think I'm forgetful on purpose?

Am I having a great time?

Probably you are thinking I'm in cahoots with Saxena,

and when we lose the case tomorrow, I'll celebrate with him!

Saifuddin! Don't be dramatic!

Everyone is worried.

And under the circumstances we have a right to question you.

I'm fed up of your questions!

I... I'm not a criminal.

But you're all acting as if I'm deliberately hiding the will.

I won't tolerate anyone of you pressurizing me to tell

where the will is.

Neither are we happy to be in this situation.

We're waiting for you to tell us where the will is.

Couldn't Mr. Pandit hand over the will to someone else?

This man doesn't remember what happened a minute ago.

How can he remember something that happened 15 years ago?

Mr. Prajapati, if we lose Ashiana,

Saifu will be responsible for it!

You are holding me responsible!

All of you think that... we'll lose the case on my account!

Mr. Prajapati, do you feel the same way too?

-Could you please pass me my hat? -But I'm not feeling cold.

-You! -If you put all the luggage inside,

where will everyone sit?

Son, you made a mistake.

So go and apologize to all.

Mr. Prajapati may even forgive you.

Else no one can help you in this...

When a son considers his mother to be a burden,

how could she expect anyone else to understand her?

Before coming here, I wondered how I'd live with a bunch of strangers

who aren't related to me in any way.

But all that apprehension was gone when I met you all.

Meeting you, I learned the true meaning of happiness.

I'm happy here. Very happy.

But every morning I wish...

...what I'm going through was just a bad dream.

When I open my eyes...

I find myself back in my home.

With my little granddaughter.

But I know... it's impossible now.

No granddaughter, no son, no home.

I had heard, you lose everything when you die.

But why didn't anyone tell me...

...that you can also lose them before your die?

We live only to die every moment.

I pray, read the Bhagavad Gita, meditate.

But I can't come to terms with the fact...

...that I can't go back to my home again.

I can't be with my son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter again.

This will never happen.

Never!

I'm not the apple of anyone's eyes

I'm not the apple of anyone's eyes

Neither am I anyone's beloved

I'm no use to anyone anymore

I've lost all my utility

I'm not the apple of anyone's eyes

I've lost my luster

My beloved is no more

I'm totally barren

I'm totally barren

I'm not the apple of anyone's eyes

Neither am I anyone's beloved

Where should I settle down?

Nobody is happy with me

I'm just a burden on the earth

I'm the tears shed by sky

I'm not the apple of anyone's eyes

Who have I to call my own?

Who will put flowers on my grave?

Who will light candles for me?

Who will light candles for me?

I'm a symbol of helplessness

I'm not the apple of anyone's eyes

Neither am I anyone's beloved

I'm no use to anyone anymore

I've lost all my utility

I'm not the apple of anyone's eyes

It would be great if everyone returns home.

-What? -Why are we deluding ourselves?

All of them want to go back to their homes.

-Mr. Desai, Aunt Anu... -They are fools.

What's the point of crying?

Just think, Rahul.

Have you ever been to the homes these people left?

Do you have any idea how they were treated there?

Why would Nausher Wadia go home?

Once, his son beat him up so badly

that his eardrum was shattered.

Simply because he refused to sign over his house to his son.

Forget that.

Have you seen anybody's son come here to visit their parents?

Then why do they want to go back?

-Why aren't they happy here? -Because they are parents.

They can't forget their children.

They can't believe that their children don't need them.

They've forgotten they were thrown out of their houses.

So will they live like this for the rest of their lives?

Yes.

We are happy to live like this.

To live as we want to.

We won't go back to our homes again.

We'll die...

...but we won't go back to that place from where we were kicked out.

Saifu?

Saifuddin!

Saifu?

Open the door!

Open the door!

-What happened? -What happened?

-What happened? -Open the door, Saifuddin!

-What happened to Saifuddin? -Saifuddin, open the door!

Saifu!

Open the door!

Open the door, Saifuddin!

Open the door!

Open the door, Saifuddin!

Let me die. I want to die.

You all are losing Ashiana due to me.

I'm your culprit. I want to die.

I want to die.

Saifuddin!

Where can we find a friend like you?

Where will we find another forgetful Saifuddin?

Tell me.

We don't want to build a home on our friend's grave.

We don't want it!

We don't want it!

This court had granted seven days

to the residents of Ashiana to produce the actual will

and prove Vikram Saxena was a fraud. As they have failed to do so,

his will stands valid,

and the court rejects the appeal of Ashiana residents.

They are hereby ordered to vacate it.

Also, Mr. Vikram Saxena gets the right

to take whatever steps he deems right to pay back the bank.

Your Honor, keeping your judgment in mind,

my clients have just one request:

May you and the police be present during the demolition.

Never mind if we lost. We haven't lost courage!

What happened was for the best.

We'll go to different places and turn them into another Ashiana.

What if we lost this place? We haven't lost our spirit!

Yes, you're right!

Come on, Chitra, let's start loading our luggage.

Seasons change.

Birds migrate to faraway lands.

They don't take their nests with them.

Residents of Ashiana are warned...

...to vacate this building in the next 30 minutes.

This building will be demolished soon after.

Come, Mr. Desai, your luggage is here.

I'm very tired. Let me rest.

Get up. You can rest on the bus.

I don't want to go anywhere. You all leave.

Don't be stubborn. We'll have to leave.

You go ahead. I'm not stopping you.

Don't be childish!

-Get up, else they will... -Will they crush me? Let them.

That way, no one will have to look for a place to bury my corpse.

What are you blabbering? Come on, get up!

Didn't I make myself clear that I won't go anywhere? I mean it.

What's going on here?

Have we come here to see this drama?

We have a court order. Why aren't they leaving?

-Relax. -Get them out!

-Mr. Bhosle. -Sir.

Don't be so adamant. It's no help.

Why put your life at risk?

I'm not risking my life. My life is my risk.

Let me be free from such a humiliating life.

These people won't budge.

I'm not stopping anyone. Let them ride a bulldozer over me.

Instead of dying at some new place, it is better I die here.

It's too much. I can't keep changing homes.

I don't have the strength to keep on moving.

I'm tired.

No one can get me out of here now.

So what can I do? He has always done what pleased him.

Why have you come to plead his case? What do you know about him?

I even left my job for his sake. And, excuse me,

we didn't ask him to leave.

-He left on his own. -Yes.

-And that made things very easy for you. -What?

Mister, he's my father.

I know him very well. So please stop lecturing me.

So what if he raised me? Took care of me?

All parents do that. That's their duty.

Does that mean I have to be his slave all my life?

He should also be considerate. He's old now.

I'm aware of the duty of a child.

And I've done it to the best of my capacity.

But he should also understand that he's old now.

He is retired. He should relax, play with the children,

do yoga, go for morning walks. But no!

He has to interfere in everything.

"Why is it like this? Why is it like that?"

He can't hold his tongue.

We have to bear the embarrassment.

He just says anything.

It has become difficult to lead our own lives.

We just want a little freedom.

We aren't asking for anything else. Nothing else.

So you killed him.

You severed all ties with him

and sent him off to a nursing home.

Isn't this as good as killing him? What was his fault?

That he didn't know that an old man had to keep quiet?

That a wife could influence a man?

Don't forget he has a right over your life too!

Today, you go on criticizing him.

How can you forget what he did to give you a better life?

How can you forget when he sat by your bedside and nursed you?

To ensure you get good education,

he worked overtime.

How can you forget he celebrated Diwali in old clothes

because you wanted new ones?

He must have done you countless favors in your 30 years of life.

And when your turn came to return those favors,

you threw him out not only from your house, but from your life too!

Just see to it, Mr. Desai...

...just see that...

...your son... doesn't forget what you do for him.

Never!

Dad!

Dad...

Forgive me, Dad.

You're a little early.

I'm not dead yet.

For God's sake, please don't say such things.

I must not talk, but you all can behave just as you please?

Dad...

...I've come to apologize for my mistakes.

You will feel sorry only for a few days.

Then everything will be just the way it was.

-Go back, both of you. -No, Dad.

No, Dad.

I can't live with the fact... that I hurt you.

You never hurt me.

I've always blessed you.

I always prayed to God...

...to spare you my misfortune.

Because... you have a son too.

Go.

You're so lucky, Mr. Desai.

Your son has come to take you back home.

Don't humor me.

There's no home for me anymore.

This happened many years ago.

Mr. Gandhi was invited to inaugurate a home for the lepers.

He just said one thing:

"I'll not come for the inauguration...

...but the day this place shuts down, I'll come to celebrate.

Because what's the use of a place...

...which separates a person from his family?"

Today you have an opportunity to shut down one such place.

Today is the beginning of realizing this dream.

Today, there's a ray of hope in the darkness of despair.

Don't let this opportunity go waste.

Please don't do it.

We must accept the truth, Mr. Desai,

that we've always hoped to go back to our own homes.

Don't send back your son disappointed.

You must have forgiven him several times.

Today, please forgive him one more time for our sake.

Because when you will be gone...

...we'll remember...

...that one son came back to take his father home.

And we'll live with this hope...

...that someday our children will also come to take us back too.

Please go, Mr. Desai.

Give us the hope and go.

Please, Dad.

Please come back with us.

Please.

Move the cars.

Bring the bulldozers.

Come on, move it!

Come on, bring it!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Keep moving!

Keep moving!

Keep moving!

Keep moving!

Keep moving!

Come on!

This is Mr. Pandit's real will. Stop those bulldozers.

How can this be the real will?

I had hidden the real will behind Mr. Pandit's photo!

-What? -Yes!

Why are you all looking at me like this?

How can I forget such an important thing?

-Your Honor, take this. -What's this?

This is the real will.

Your Honor, stop the bulldozers!

Stop the bulldozers!

Please! Stop them!

Stop!

Stop!

Vikram Saxena tried to sell Ashiana through a forged will.

He also misguided the court.

Arora Builders has abetted him in this crime.

For cheating and committing fraud,

the court orders that they be arrested and tried.

It is also directed that they pay for the damages

caused to the property.

As per the actual will, Ashiana is the property of the Pandit Trust.

No one can sell or demolish it for personal interest.

Ashiana Nursing Home will remain there forever.

Aunt!

Follow your heart

Listen to what it says

Follow your heart

Follow your heart

Listen to what it says

Don't listen to anyone

Choose your own path

Why should you be afraid of the world?

Follow your heart

Follow your heart

Listen to what it says

We are always happy

There's no sadness for us

Translated by: Chiranjib Sahoo