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Come, come. Greetings.

Welcome. - Hey!

Hey! Hey! Listen to me.

Look here. - What happened?

Babusona is not here yet.

Babusona is not here yet?

No. Did he tell you anything?

No, he didn't tell me anything. Call him once.

Listen to me.

I saw on the news that a bus had an accident...

and sunk in the Ganges near Belur.

Oh come on! He is in Sector 5.

One is in north, the other is in south.

You have no knowledge of geography.

Now call him.

I'm coming.

The groom has arrived. Why are you not here yet?

I've booked the cab. I'm at Salt Lake.

This is your cousin's wedding.

Did you've to go to work even today?

Mother, I can't explain this to you.

Now hang up or I'll get delayed further. Bye.

<Reciting the wedding chants>...

Move. - You're here.

Finally you are here.

Everyone was asking for you.

Did you tell everyone that my nickname is Babusona? - So what?

How is this a bad name?

Don't call me Babusona in front of others.

Hey! Don't delay now. Come. - Where?

<Reciting the wedding chants>... - Give me your hands, girl.

Now the wedding ritual begins. Everyone cheer.

Why are you wearing a suit?

You should've worn dhoti and kurta. You would've looked nice.

Mother, no one wears a dhoti and kurta nowadays.

It's quite outdated. - What are you saying Babusona?

Don't call me Babusona.

Your son? - Yes.

This is your aunt. Seek her blessings.

He has grown up.

He's the one who is finding it difficult to get a bride, isn't it?

I'll be back. Please carry on.

It's his destiny. We couldn't find a nice girl for him yet.

What a coincidence, both our sarees are green.

This is destiny too.

<Reciting the wedding chants>...

<Reciting the wedding chants>...

Bapi, this is Sunanda. She's an M.A. in Sanskrit.

Remember Sheelu aunty. Sunanda is her sister-in-law's daughter.

You remember Sheelu aunty, don't you?

The one who drowned in the river.

Father, I am really sorry.

No, no. She survived.

Yes. - That's great.

Why don't you guys talk.

Yes, both of you talk.

Hey! Listen to me. Come with me.

Talk.

You are in IT, isn't it?

Yes. You? - I am pursuing my Ph.D.

They're talking. - Where do you live?

Next to Bhabani Bhavan. You may know my father.

Ranabir Sinha. Additional Commissioner of Police.

Oh. - He is an encounter specialist.

I'll be back. - Okay.

I don't know what I must do next.

I'm tired of talking to your father about this.

What else do you want my son to do?

You send him to work in the morning.

What else will he do after he comes back at night?

He is Babusona. I am your Khokasona.

No one needs to do anything, mother.

My son will remain a bachelor.

And we will only celebrate weddings of other's children.

Hey Babusona, why don't you like any girl?

Try the ayurvedic juice, son.

Give it to your wife. Maybe then she'll be fine.

No one has to worry about my wedding.

Please. This is my request.

Babusona.

Hey! Why don't you check his astrological birth chart?

He's a young boy but he isn't even in a relationship yet.

You want to get your son married.

But for that we've to arrange a room for them first.

Why? Mother's room is quite large.

Are you crazy?

If we give your married son that room, then where will mother stay?

Why? In that ground floor tiny room.

This is why my mother hates you.

I hate her too. - There's no point of this conversation anymore.

Yes, tell me.

Send me two nice romantic lines.

Now? - Yes. I need to send it to Ivy.

Listen, text it to me. I'll forward it.

Hey Ivy, I'm your HIV. - Oh come on, Ayan.

You don't write so poorly.

Let me be today. I am very tired.

Good morning sir.

Hello. - Good morning sir.

Good morning sir. - Hello sir.

Good morning. - Good morning.

What the hell dude?

You couldn't help me with just two lines.

A creative genius like you couldn't help me.

It's hurting. - I wish to hurt you.

Now tell me, what is it?

Nothing. - There must be something.

Write two romantic lines, please. I'll forward it.

I'm late to reply.

For Ivy?

No, no. Not Ivy. This is for Ria.

What a girl she is!

Hey! Please help me.

The wedding season is around the corner.

I'll propose to her as well. - It may just work.

Hey bro. Are you done with mine?

Yes. When done with fights...

you must push it out of life.

My girl friend's appendix got removed.

One day you'll get a Nobel for this.

Please forward it.

Yes.

Oh wow! You help everyone.

When will you help yourself?

I get very stressed to talk to a woman.

I feel like I am being too greedy.

This is a stated fact. When someone is good in theory...

it doesn't mean they'll ace practicals too.

Got it. Now remember this.

Send me the text. - Okay.

Babu, here is your Horlicks.

I won't drink it. Give it to grandma.

Babu drink it first.

I don't trust daughter-in-law. - Oh!

Currently she's watching a show called Pishohari.

In that show everyone kills everyone through poison.

She thinks I might do the same.

What if I find a bride myself?

No, no. Why will you find? I'm there.

I will find a bride. - No.

No I didn't mean like that.

I was saying...anyway...

Why don't we take him to an astrologer?

He will be able to read his hand...

and tell us why we are stuck.

Oh come on. Astrologer.

I know where it's getting stuck.

Hey Babu! You could've been an NRI. - Why?

Buladi's aunty's son looks like an idiot.

Even he found a bride.

Yes. Nowadays brides seek NRI husbands.

Yes. - That would have worked.

Your company could send you abroad for work.

Hey Babu! Drink the Horlicks.

You drink it.

I don't like any of the leaders.

They are all useles.

What else? They've ruined our country.

Hey Bapi! Come, come.

Hey! What's up? Come, come.

Hey!

Come, sit down. - You're here at this time?

Did you get done early today?

I have night shift today.

Night shift? Good.

Mukul isn't here yet?

No.

He got married in November.

We are in February now. His wife doesn't let him leave the house.

He too is a lost cause now that he's married.

Whenever I call him he says he's busy. - What is his scene?

You don't understand why he's busy after his wedding.

It's good. Let him be busy.

When one is married they forget their friends.

They forget about the good times too.

First Bhugol wasn't coming now Pantu too.

Let that be.

Listen to this fresh news now.

Yesterday at the market your father and Manu...

uncle were having an important discussion.

What discussion?

Your father was worried about your bachelorhood.

He was asking how old Manu uncle's daughter is.

Who is Manu uncle?

He is the fisherman at the market.

Disgusting. Look at your condition.

Hey! You work at IT.

You're making a quotation for everyone in this world.

You help people with their love lives.

You've set so many people's affairs too.

Then why are you in this state? - I fear that it might go wrong.

I fear that the girl may slap me if I try to sweet talk her.

Why will anyone slap you?

I just wonder. What if they slap?

And for that you don't approach anyone.

You are in deep soup, Bapi.

The thing is I fear it the same way I fear tigers.

You think a girl is like a tiger.

Okay.

Okay.

Is this a critical case?

Your name is Ayan Das.

Yes.

The name is wrong. It's problematic.

What are you saying?

He's a cusp between Libra and Virgo.

If his name started with an H, it would be great.

Haren Das?

Add another H. Double H.

Won't that be too much?

No, no. If his name is Harihar Das...

then the wedding will get fixed in a day's time.

Oh!

And when you spell your name in English, spell it with a double R.

Harrihar.

Show me.

There's a big hurdle ahead.

What are you saying? No astrologer told us this before.

So you think I am lying?

No, no. What are you saying? She didn't mean to say that.

She is a mother after all. - Oh.

Show me.

He'll cross the hurdle. - Are you sure?

Yes, yes. Any death related hurdles will be crossed over.

But there is an issue.

His name Harrihar, spelled with a double R.

He has to write this name on a white paper...

with a red pen 108 times daily.

Oh my god.

Atleast for 7 years.

I'll get some notebooks and red pens today.

Yes, yes. - Get it immediately. And mine?

I can't change my name.

If I remain a bachelor for that, then so be it.

Oh no! - And I won't write anything either.

Don't say like that. Listen to your mother, son.

And you want me to change my name?

Look at him. He sneezed.

Babusona, I've repeatedly told you to carry a muffler with you.

Mother, don't call me Babusona. My name is Bapi.

Oh god! - Why are you getting angry? Why don't you understand...

that we worry about you. We want to get you married.

My stomach hurts anyway.

Now Akhtar apparently has intestinal cancer.

Oh my god! Now what?

Mother, please relax.

Don't emotionally blackmail me.

I won't change my name.

Hey Bapi!

Let's go visit the doctor.

You don't understand that I was lying. Bapi!

No, not Harrihar. Why Harrihar?

We can name him Haripal or Singur.

Even Tarkeshwar is nice.

Oh come on! Are you guys joking? I won't change my name.

Don't say like that.

How do you like Bakreshwar, mother?

It sounds heavy too.

It seems like a strong name.

Change it to anything but Harrihar. - Why?

Disgusting son. You forgot your father's name.

Your father's name was Harkumar.

Why do you speak so distastefully all the time?

Yes, she's right. You really do speak distastefully.

Father, don't say like that.

Oh god! I am going from here.

I don't think I'm lucky enough to see my son's wedding.

Khoka. You won't be spared.

Why don't you spare us?

You guys fight. I am leaving.

Daughter-in-law you're doing too much drama these days.

Father.

Father.

Father.

Father, what are you doing?

I mean...

Show me. You drink?

No, no. Not at all. This is a medicinal dose.

One teaspoon is a glass of water.

Disgusting, father. You were my idol.

Why?

I remember in my childhood...

you would go to the market to buy milk.

I too wondered...

that when I grow up, I'll do the same.

How is that a revolutionary idea, son?

Shut up!

And now you drink. Disgusting.

Hey! Listen to me. Let me give you a suggestion.

Marriage is the cause of all cancers.

Don't marry Haridas. I mean...Haragopal.

Oh come on! What is this Haridas, Haragopal and Harrihar.

I will leave this house now. Bye.

Go. Hey, listen to me.

Don't tell your mother.

Oh god! No one cares.

I don't want to change my name...

but my parents are insisting on it.

Maybe this will help with the wedding.

This is why I keep saying to shift to the south.

You won't be able to evade the pre-historic mindset of the north.

Marriage is like a T-20 match.

The quicker you make runs, the quicker your career shoots up.

Got it. This astrology and arranged marriage, just let it be.

Upload nice pictures.

The ones you clicked in Thailand.

Upload that kind of pictures on a matrimonial site.

Then you'll find plenty a woman.

I don't have any.

What do you mean? You haven't been to Pattaya, Thailand.

No.

Kashmir or Himachal?

Atleast Darjeeling and Gangtok?

No. I've recently been to Ranaghat with my parents.

So what can I do if I didn't get an opportunity?

Let that be. I'll photoshop Ranaghat into Rhine river bank.

And you fill up the form.

What do I fill up? What are you saying?

I'll upload your pictures to gayeholud.com...

No, no. This isn't needed. Who knows who'll show up. - No, no.

What do you mean who'll show up?

Do you know what kind of women are there? Brilliant women.

Have you met the girl I'm currenty dating?

Did you introduce us?

Come.

Ria.

Hi! What's up?

Come, come. Hi!

Hi babe! - Hi!

Anyway, meet my colleague Ayan. Ayantosh.

And she is Ria. My special friend.

Hi Ayan. Come sit.

Yes, let's.

Oh.

Hey Charlie.

Yes. - One Martini for me.

Shubho? - Yes. Beer.

Ayan. What do you want to have?

Salted lime soda. - Yes, sir.

Lime soda? Okay.

Anyway, what's your plan for tonight?

Actually, paa isn't well. So need to get back home early.

Ayan, where do you stay?

I live in North Calcutta. - Oh!

So you don't drink beer?

I do but very little sometimes.

You'll drink today.

Hey Charlie! Cancel the soda. - Get a beer.

That's like my boy.

Only Ria could do this.

By the way, you're looking gorgeous tonight.

Absolutely stunning.

What do you want, bad boy?

Whatever I get, naughty.

We'll see about that.

Oh my goodness.

Beer's here, sir.

You know Ayan, Shubho writes so well.

I fell in love with his whatsapp texts.

Thank you.

Bill. Thank you.

Thank you.

Come on man, cheers. - Cheers.

Actually the ones who are creative...

women act crazy about them.

Women love creative men.

By the way Shubho, what did you write that...

my sweetest memory...

are my heavenly moments spent with you.

You told him too?

Yes, I have.

Oh. - Shubho writes too well.

He sends wonderful texts on every occassion.

By the way Ayan, you're also quite good-looking.

Has no one ever told you that before?

Who will. He barely has any friends.

Oh. Don't worry.

Hey! That's my favourite song.

Come baby. Let's hit the floor.

Oh yeah. Come. - Come.

Hey.

Why didn't you pick up my call?

I worry so much.

Why are you so late?

Hey! Why aren't you saying anything?

What happened?

Oh, you are sleepy.

Okay, go to sleep.

Hey Babusona, why did you get so late?

I'd work. - What kind of a mother are you?

Why do you send your son to work so late at night?

Did I send him to work?

If your son were an NRI...

my son wouldn't have had to work.

We can't even find a bride for him. - We found one bride somehow...

but she vanished after having a look at our pre-historic house.

Why don't you vanish too.

Who asked you to stay here?

Did you see? She insulted me right in front of you.

Will you guys stop now.

And none of you need to worry about my marriage. Please.

Babusona. - Let him go.

Everything happened because of you.

You've bothered me from the day we got married.

If I'm so bad, then why did you marry me?

I thought you'd progress.

I didn't lose hope. I bought a lottery ticket yesterday.

What will I do with that?

Give this house for re-development.

The corporation will put a notice soon stating...

this to be a uninhabitable property.

Oh Khoka. Did you hear her? She says the same thing repeatedly.

Don't listen to me if you don't like to hear this.

Oh no! This is what I feared.

Oh, look at her. - What is she doing?

Why did you've to talk about re-development?

That worsens her asthma. - That's it.

Okay. I won't talk about it again.

She said she won't discuss it again. - Yes.

She said she won't. She did.

What did I tell you? She'll be okay immediately.

Did you see? Oh thank you.

Babusona. Hey Babusona.

Babusona. Hey! Babusona.

Babusona. Open the door.

Babusona. She fell.

Who? - Your grandma. She fell in the toilet.

Oh god! - Mother. Where did you fall?

In the washroom. I can't get up.

Shake your hands and see if it's working.

Yes both the hands are moving.

Just the hands won't do. Legs are important. Are your legs working?

Oh god!

It is not moving. - That's it.

Mother fell in the toilet.

Her legs have swollen like a bucket.

My legs are hurting. Oh god!

Go inside and check.

Hey grandma. - Mother, this is the time for...

cerebral attack. Are you getting one too?

No, I just fell.

Oh Khoka, come inside.

Go inside, father.

How will I go inside? She doesn't have a towel.

She is naked inside.

So what? She is your mother. - Yes.

No, this can't be.

She has gone inside without the towel.

Yes grandma, father is coming. - Oh god!

Oh god!

What happened?

Too much moss here. I fell too.

Hey son, please come. - No, no.

Babu, now you go.

I have a lot of work to do. I can't.

Go, go. - Someone come and help us.

Mother.

Now tell me how will I get someone to this weird home of mine.

Everyone is doing there own thing. And the condition of the house...

But the house and I are in the same condition.

How can you lose hope?

There are many women in this country. You'll surely find someone.

Like she'll pop from nowhere.

Move, move.

See what I do now.

Matrimonial site?

Yes. I found a cyclone like Ria...

from this website.

Now let me make you a profile.

I am sure someone will like you.

Then you'll get to know her. And...done.

Hey, has Ria's father met you?

Why? Am I a fake?

I'll convince Ria's father in 2 minutes. Got it.

These are bad times.

If your mother were alive I wouldn't be so worried.

What will I say now?

You aren't listening to me.

Tell me.

I don't like your attitude.

I am very offended.

Yesterday you came back at 1:30am...

the day before at 11:45am and then...I don't remember.

What is all this?

I had work father.

Women don't work till this late at night.

Father, the world has changed.

No. Nothing has changed in my house.

My home still upholds those old values...

and those traditions. - Father, what is your problem?

Why are you so insecure?

If your mother were alive I wouldn't be so worried.

The boys these days...

are so weird. I feel like slapping them.

Why?

I don't know. I have an allergy.

By the way...are you...anyhow...

I mean anyhow do you...

Why don't you ask me clearly? Yes, I love someone. - Oh god!

I feared this would happen.

Why? Would you be happy if I hated someone?

Boy? - Ofcourse father. I'm straight.

Thank god.

Before taking this sedition... - What?

Oh. I mean before taking this decision...

why did you not bother informing me?

Why will I inform you?

Is this your relationship or will you get married?

Oh god! Crazy man. - If your mother were here I wouldn't...

She left. Brilliant!

Paris, Prague, Athens, Rome.

Look at the pictures.

All the favourite tourist destinations you've travelled.

But I am in trouble.

Why?

It's all fake. Not just me...

but no one in my entire family has...

ever stepped foot outside India.

No one has ever gone?

No. Moreover, if you upload these pictures...

then people will misunderstand me.

No, no. I can't fake it.

Oh god! This whiny character of yours.

This is the reason why everyone has a girlfriend but you don't.

So I should lie and get one?

Stop this rubbish.

You should've been named whiny drama queen.

Look at this. Your picture and your name.

Oh god! Ayan Kumar?

It sounds like a singer's name.

You've to or else no girl will come in a 100 km radius of yours.

Did you get that?

Look I increased your salary too.

15 lakhs per annum.

You'll be the reason for my doom.

Even my father hasn't earned so much in so many years.

Oh cut that crap. All is fair in love an war.

Your page is ready now.

Now women will call you. Don't worry.

You'll get thousand proposals by tomorrow morning.

But will it work?

I can't think so much now.

You learn to impress women first.

Okay, come with me.

Look at how I impress Ria.

Selfie.

Yes. Why not?

Come.

Yeah, that's good. - Nice. - Okay, just 1 minute. Excuse me.

Hey brother, you are great.

What did you learn?

This is quite hot.

Has to be. Got it. See...

nowadays girls only like hot dudes.

Got it? No one cares about boys like you.

If you want a girl then be stylish.

You have to be confident.

And that fear of yours. You've to get rid of it.

But Shubho women like men...

who are dependable.

And you, get up. Get up.

What's with this hairstyle?

You have to change it.

This isn't working at all.

You've to get a nice hair style. - Yes.

Very true. - And these two buttons...

must be left open. Open it.

Open it.

Listen, you must over haul yourself. Got it?

Like go to a good salon.

Get a nice hairstyle done.

Upgrade yourself.

See, this is looking nice.

Be a little smart and confident.

Then the person you're looking for will definitely come to you.

Now who wants coffee?

Right.

And listen once you change yourself...

Imagine you are in a club or a cafe.

You saw a pretty girl. What will you do?

First start with eye contact.

Move your head a little. What's up?

Show me now.

What's up?

Hello.

Want a ride?

Catch hold of him!

Come with us! - What did I do?

Oh god! Let me go. - Come with us.

Why are you taking me? - We'll teach you a lesson.

Come with me. - What did I do? Father!

God help me.

No officer. None of them is my son.

Not your son?

No, you are making a mistake.

Not my son. - Hey!

Father! I am Bapi.

Bapi? - Can't you recognise me?

This is my son's voice.

Who is this?

What has happened to you Babusona?

What else...

He's acting all weird. Show him to a doctor.

All our prestige is gone now.

We are finished.

He dressed up like this...

and did something to some girl. And that girl is an anti-homeo...

or something. - Ayan!

Hey! What happened?

Why did the cops catch you?

Father, this is Shubho. He's my colleague.

And that is Ria. - Greetings.

His fiance.

What? - Fiance as in girlfriend. - Oh.

He is Shubho's girlfriend?

Oh. Come over sometime. - Yes.

Hey! Go and sit in the club.

Go play cards there. - Oh no!

We've guests. - I'll take care of the guests.

You go and play cards.

Go now. Go. - Sit down.

What are you doing?

So what happened Ayan?

Nothing much. It was my mistake. We'll talk about it later.

This happened to you because you wore these torn pants.

Police will obviously catch you if you wear pants like this.

Grandma, this costs 5000 rupees.

You bought this with 5000 rupees!

Oh god! The utensil seller will only give...

an alumunium bowl in exchange for this.

Grandma. To impress women one must wear such clothes.

Exactly. It's impossible without an attire like this.

What if he gets arrested in order to impress women.

He'll never be able to marry then.

I don't understand why we are discussing this.

I won't marry. That's final.

I will remain a widower for life.

You mean bachelor.

Bachelor lives like a king.

And dies like a dog.

Disgusting Babusona. I never imagined that...

my son is capable of doing things like this with women.

Who is Babusona?

Mother, why don't you offer them some...

tea or coffee. What will you take? - Get them some tea.

Why are you creating drama here. Go and get some tea coffee. Go.

What are you doing sitting here?

I have some work. You go.

Crazy woman!

Everyone is not the same Shubho.

Everyone can't be.

How can you push him to become like you.

Who will care about him if he doesn't change. You tell me.

But he is a nice boy.

Is that enough?

He's a weird mashed potato. Someone like Babusona type.

If he goes out his mother calls him up.

Asks him if he's able to cross the road.

Asks him if he's eating his lunch properly.

Have you taken your handkerchief and...

all he keeps saying is yes mother.

What happened?

I am missing my mother.

His family is exactly like my mother's family.

That old-fashioned. We would all live together.

We'd eat together and have fun together.

Everything changed after my father became successful in business.

We shifted into a luxurious apartment and left that old home.

The entire thing is relative.

Why relative?

This like and dislike in people and their sentiments.

You know what I dreamt of all around?

I want to be in relationship with my first love.

And I will be his first love too.

You are my first love.

I know. Your face indicates that...

this is your first true love.

Shall I call a cab? - Yes.

Have you booked the cab? - Yes, come.

Now it's done.

Hi Shubho. How are you?

Hello. I am talking to you man.

Do you recognise me?

No. Who are you?

Kamini. Remember me?

Kamini...

You forgot about Jamshedpur?

We were dating then.

I don't understand what you're saying.

You're making a mistake. Who is she?

Is she your current girlfriend?

Hi! Did you tell her about Soha?

And about Jinia?

Who are they?

They are... - Let me tell you.

These are his girlfriends from Jamshedpur.

Oh. - He had many girlfriends there.

I don't know what he is up to here.

I didn't expect this from you, Shubho.

You just told me that I'm your first love.

Yes, first love. - Go to hell.

Ria, our cab is here. What are you?

Bye Shubho. - Ria.

Go to hell. - Ria, listen to me.

Don't touch me you liar.

I didn't lie. What I'm trying to say is that...

Shut up.

Hello. - Greetings. I'm Sumedha Mukherjee.

Are you Ayan Kumar?

Yes, that's me.

Did you upload your profile at gayeholud.com for a match?

Oh, yes. Did you call in that regard?

Yes, I am calling in that regard.

I am Shreya's mother.

Shreya's mother?

I don't want to marry anyone's mother.

I want to marry a spinster.

No, no, no. I mean...not for me.

I am calling for my daughter Shreya.

Oh. Her name is Shreya?

Yes, Shreya.

Actually we used to live in Mumbai.

We've recently shifted here.

If we could meet once, that would be great.

Babusona. - Hello.

Who is on the line? - No one.

I'm calling you in a minute. - Okay.

Tell me who is it? Tell me. - You go from here.

Why did you disconnect the call? - You go, I'm coming.

Why are you pushing me out? - It's no one. You go.

Hey! Listen to me.

I can hear you but if you can't hear...

me then I'll increase my volume.

Look at me.

I'm crying. - Oh god, why?

Our son is a changed boy.

I went to his room. Someone had called him.

He shooed me away from his room.

Listen, we won't get him married.

That'll be nice. We've a house, we can't buy another apartment.

And if we've to get him married then...

he'll have to stay separately.

Impossible. As a mother I can't allow that.

Don't you read the newspapers? Couples get into affairs...

if they live separate from home.

The girls have affairs.

And the neighbourhood men...

Correct. - Yes.

First they call them brother and then...

they get into an affair with them.

Hey! I just remembered.

Didn't you've a brother like that who taught you guitar?

Yes, Raghu. You remember him? - Yes.

Okay. Who all are their in your family?

I live with my parents and grandmother.

Do you have an old family home?

No, not that old. Somewhat old.

Why did you come back here?

For my daughter's job. She works in the IT.

Salt Lake, Sector 5.

Oh my god! Me too.

You have travelled the world.

Paris and Italy. My daughter is very impressed with your profile.

Yes, Paris and Italy.

I'll ask Shreya to get in touch with you.

And do meet each other once.

That would be nice. - Okay.

Bye then. - Yes, bye.

Yes! Yes! Shreya!

Oh wow!

Mother.

Your dear Raghu can come teach guitar and...

if I complain then that's my mistake.

It is your mistake.

What are you guys doing?

Let that go. Leave it. What is all this?

Babusone, don't get married.

Men are just betrayors.

You will have fun and backstab me.

So what happened if Raghu came taught guitar?

Did I say that? You said it yourself.

You just said that married women flirt with neighbourhood men.

You are suspecting me?

Yes, I am.

Babusona, don't get married.

I am telling you. Don't get married.

Shut up now.

You tell me to get married and then you say don't.

Am I your toy?

I will marry.

That girl will call me and I'll meet her.

Now go and do what you want.

Did you see? He isn't married yet but still he's so outraged.

Ria listen to me. Ria please.

Hey! Oh! Ria please listen to me.

What did you think? You bloody liar hyprocrite.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Liar.

Ria, please try and understand. - What do I understand?

That girl Kamini said all that had to be said.

You are my first love Ria. All lies.

You've said the same thing to every girl...

that they're your first love. - You're my first love.

You are lying again?

I am not lying.

Kamini did say the truth.

But I was only friendly with them.

Nothing more than that.

And this is the first time I'm truly in love.

All lies.

Ria, please listen to me.

Please. - What?

Ria, please listen to me.

I am not lying.

I would've told you everything about those girls.

But I never got the time or opportunity.

And you said that life is relative.

Who will fall in love with whom, is unpredictable.

Didn't you say that?

Leave me. - No Ria, listen.

Ria I only love you.

And no one else.

Our present life is a present and not our past life.

Ria, I have only loved you.

And I'll only love you. I won't be able to live without you.

What?

My knees hurt.

Get up now. No need for this drama anymore.

Hey listen, you've to help me with something.

What?

You've to introduce me to your father.

But before that you've to prove your love.

The phone is ringing.

What is this?

Hello. Who is it? Loan?

No I don't need a loan. Keep the phone.

What is the matter?

I'm supposed to get an important call.

Hey! Call. - This is my phone.

So what?

Hello.

A baby is born? Whose is it?

If a hippopotamus has had a baby in the zoo...

then what can I do? Keep the phone.

Yes, Ayan.

But she didn't call.

No, no. She'll call you. She may have been busy.

Why don't you call her?

I have told her about you.

You can call her around 8pm.

Okay. - Bye.

Mother, save me.

What is the matter daughter-in-law? Why are you so excited?

Look at your other daughter-in-law.

Yes, it's time.

Blood hound!

Mother, look she has fire coming out of her nose.

Hello. Is this Shreya?

This is Ayan.

Hi Ayan.

Can you hear me? Hello.

Hello.

I am the daughter-in-law.

You can't force him to re-marry. - Please turn down the volume.

You are married?

You dumb nut. And you're calling me.

No, no. Hello.

Hello.

Dumb nut?

Grandma, can't you hear at a decent volume?

But daughter-in-law must be stopped.

Do you know you've impacted my life negatively?

The real blood hound must be...

Turn down the volume. - Hey!

What is this? Let me see my show.

I can't hear if the volume is low.

Oh god!

I will take revenge. I will.

Damn it!

Ayan?

Yes, Ayan. Tell me.

There is a problem.

When I was talking to her my TV volume was very high.

So she thought I am married.

I don't understand this.

When she called me our TV volume was quite high...

so she heard the show and thought I'm married.

I understood. No problem.

I will ask her to call you again.

She didn't tell you anything, right?

No. She just called me a dumb nut.

What nut? - Dumb nut.

No, no. I am very sorry.

That wasn't appropriate.

Actually she was...

raised in Mumbai so is quite straight-forward.

You please don't mind.

I think if you guys meet, you'll like each other.

I'll ask her to call you. - Okay, thank you.

Okay aunty. - Take care. Bye.

Dumb nut!

You didn't do the right thing.

No, no. You should've been more weighted.

Why did you have to call her?

So what? Everyone is not like you.

So calculative.

But one must take some time to play around.

Shubho, that's not fair.

I can't do that.

I don't know what she must be thinking.

Anyway, where does she live?

Jodhpur Park in South Calcutta.

She is actually from Mumbai.

That's fine.

But you won't call her again.

Hey! Wait a minute.

How does she look like?

Beautiful. Just like you.

But her behaviour must be like yours. Nice and decent.

If this good for nothing was like you...

then I'd be happier.

So, let's leave.

Hey! Where are you guys going?

My would be father-in-law is about to face me today.

I am pumped since morning.

Anyway, let me know if she calls.

All the best. - Bye.

Come.

Shreya, I will surely love you.

Hey come on! I can't... - Hey!

Is she new in here?

She could be new but that doesn't matter.

But she is quite good.

Look at how she's looking at us. See. - Awesome.

Should I service your car?

Are you talking to me?

No, no. No English, only Bengali. - You shut up!

Friendship? - I love you.

Learn to respect women.

Women are not goods.

Respect every woman.

Get out of here now.

Bike? - What bike? Get out.

Out. - Run, run, run!

Out I said. - She is fierce.

Oh god! Yes, mother.

The boy is calling you so many times.

I promised him you'd call back.

Can't you call him once?

What must he be thinking?

Okay, mother. I'll call him once I'm at work.

But let me be clear. - What?

If he acts too smart I'll kick him out.

Oh god! No. Now when did he act smart?

If while talking to you his TV volume is up...

so how is that his mistake?

You call him once, dear.

Okay, fine. You hang up now. I'll call him. Bye.

Hello. One minute please. Yes, tell me.

Are you in the toilet? My voice is echoing.

No, no. I am in a big hall room.

Why though? - You asked me to get in touch. So I called.

Actually last day we'd a misunderstanding.

That's okay. But...

I won't be able to talk so much before meeting you once.

Yes, yes. We must meet.

How exactly are you? Like, are you a mamma's boy?

or are you a yo-yo type?

I'm not a mamma's boy. Yo-yo sounds okay.

Good. I anyway dislike mamma's boy type.

But why?

Let that be. Anyway let's meet at Sector 5.

Come to Calibu-Calibu.

But why will you hit me?

I meant Calibu-Calibu. Okay? Bye. - Oh, yes.

Bye.

Calibu-Calibu.

Your PAN no.?

AKQPT1898K...

Aadhar card no.?

Father, PAN card and voter ID has all details.

What will you do with his Aadhar no.?

It will be needed.

Are your parents from Bangladesh?

No.

So by birth you belong to this country?

Yes.

Oh. Do you have a certificate?

I can't show the papers.

Because my father is dead and my mother is at Haridwar.

But can you prove that you're a citizen of this country?

Father, you've started again.

I will leave if you continue this.

Oh god! He could be an illegal immigrant.

I will think about that later.

I got him here to get introduced to you. That's all.

You are very stubborn.

I am doing this for your good.

You cannot trust this new generation of kids.

But if your mother were alive I wouldn't have had to worry.

Father, stop now.

Hey! Will you marry her?

No, no, no. I mean yes, I will.

Hello Ayan. What happened? Did you meet her?

Where is Shubho?

I must meet you guys before I meet her.

Okay. - Do you have a car?

Oh god! She means Calibu. It's a lounge in Sector 5.

Search the internet. You'll find it.

I mean she is from Mumbai.

God knows what'll happen.

Get up.

Suppose I'm Shreya, your girlfriend.

I'm waiting in front of Calibu. Now come on.

Hey! Shut your mouth.

She's my girlfriend. Why is your jaw dropping?

Look at me carefully. - Okay.

What?

What?

Oh.

I am hurt. Stop. Oh god!

You are hurting me.

I'm sorry. - Never do this Ayan. She'll slap you if you do this.

A girl is meeting him for the first time...

and he should pick her up and say I love you?

I'll be back. Disgusting.

Ria.

Come now. Let's discuss this calmly.

Hey! Shreya is calling.

Hello. - Hi Ayan. Do you like Shayari?

Shayari? I don't know any girl of this name.

Who told you this?

Shayari as in poetry.

I saw in your profile that you write poems.

That's why I called to ask.

Hey! Did you write this on my profile? - Hello. What happened?

Hello. - Yes, yes. I write poetry.

I love poems.

Have you read Gulzaar?

Gulzaar? Yes, yes. I've heard many of his songs.

That one from Mowgli.

Hello. Did you read Rumi?

Rumi? How strange!

I didn't know my aunt writes poetry.

Aunt? Not your aunt Rumi.

Rumi, the Urdu poet. Do you know any Urdu poem?

No, no. Not Urdu, only Bengali.

Then let'e hear a Bengali poem.

Yes, sure.

There was a cow in Kumarpara...

There was a cow in Kumarpara. - What?

Hello. What did you say?

We are meeting tomorrow maybe then.

Okay, bye. See you.

Bye. See you.

Hey! You wrote on my profile that I write poems?

Yes. You've written so many poems in your diary.

But I didn't write those. Someone else did.

So what? Take credit for someone else's poems. - Really?

Wait let me show now. - What are you doing?

What is it? - You wait.

What are you doing?

Listen to me.

Why did you have to write that?

I wrote that to impress women. To make you look good.

I will kill you.

Hit him properly. He only lies.

Oh god! Why did you've to write that?

Moreover, you cut pasted me and sent me abroad.

Now if she asks, what will I tell her?

Tell her, I'm not going abroad today. - But I'll go again soon.

Exactly. If she talks about abroad, just avoid it. - Okay.

Exactly. If she talks about foreign countries...

you talk about Calcutta. Simple.

Right. Bring her back to Calcutta if she utters the word foreign.

All the best dude. Go.

Thank you.

Wish me luck.

Here is some luck, take it.

Want more? Go now.

Bye. - All the best.

Babusona, are you going somewhere? - Yes.

I'm waiting for you. There is a door in front...

and inside it I am waiting.

You recite poems now?

Yes grandma, poetry.

Awesome! See you.

Oh god! Khoka, hey Khoka.

Your son is reciting poems now.

He's definitely in love. Now what will happen?

Hey! What are you doing here?

Oh Babusona. I came here to wish you luck.

Very shiny!

Very good. You don't look like a Babusona.

Listen. Take some chocolates.

Chocolates on first day?

What first day and second day?

Learn to bell the cat.

I'd proposed to Julie with chocolates on the first day.

But Julie is gone.

Yes, that's true. But... - Not just Julie.

Julie, Tia, Rina, Meena are all gone now.

And the one you're currently dating you aren't sure about her too.

Life is actually like the drops of water on a lotus.

God knows, who will remain for how long.

Let that be. Brush up on Europe.

Europe? But why?

For your on-site work trips you go to Europe.

Check it up on the internet while in the cab.

Okay. - Go.

Hey! Come with me and help me please.

What help? Where will I come?

I have to meet Ria.

I think she is the final one.

And remember everything I told you.

Maintain eye-contact. Okay? - Yes.

If she's a tiger, then you're a lion.

Now go my lion. Go.

Hi Ayan. - Hello.

Are you going somewhere?

Do you've an invitation? You're so dressed up.

Yes, we've a go-as you-like party at my office.

I will go there after this.

But such a shiny blazer in this hot summer afternoon?

Anyway. In Mumbai we'd talk about this.

Calcutta boys don't have a dressing sense.

You may think so.

But Calcutta boys have an individuality.

They have their own identity.

Really? Then let's go. - Yes.

Yes, let's go. - I mean let's go for a walk.

Coffee?

No. Let's get some fresh air.

Come. - Come.

Actually my mother wants me to get married to...

a boy from Calcutta and settle down here.

And so I came.

But I love Mumbai. What a city!

Calcutta is good too.

If you stay here for a while you'll see how special this place is.

So what's so special about Calcutta?

There's a lot of speciality, but it's difficult to explain.

One second.

This is for you.

Sorry but I don't eat chocolates.

Oh god! Do you have diabetes?

Does it look like I have diabetes?

What are you looking at?

No. Your mother praised you a lot.

Naturally she will. She's my mother.

Oh, yes. You went to Paris, isn't it?

Yes. - They've amazing roadside cafes there.

Where did you stay in Paris?

Right behind Eiffel Tower. Champ De Maa...

What?

You were talking about Parisian cafes.

Calcutta has a beautiful coffee house. Let me take you there. Come.

Come.

Here.

In a metro? - Yes. Let's take a metro first then we'll take a cab.

I want you to have a full experience of Calcutta.

Credit where it's due. This is a clean metro station.

Yes. Calcutta had the first metro in India.

It is still the best.

But it seems like Calcuttans are very...

proud of their city and heritage.

Ofcourse we are. That's our train. Let's go.

This is Calcutta's famous coffee house.

Wow! It's really big.

And very different.

Sit down. - Yes. Here? - Yes.

Thank you.

This was an important place for our cultural history.

It's our heritage.

Everyone visited here.

Shakti Chattopadhyay, Sunil Gangopadhyay.

But who are they?

You know them? Your friends?

They are famous poets of Bengal.

But you listen to Urdu poems so...

Yes, I know Urdu. You know nothing.

Why? Mirza Ghalib lived in Calcutta. At Free School street.

And as much as I know he was an Urdu poet.

Wow! Do they've Shayari in Bengali?

It's better to not share what's in your eyes.

Sometimes it lies and sometimes it doesn't.

Did you write this?

Another one?

The face is soft, and words tumble upon words.

I get drenched now that I know you, even if it isn't raining.

What is this rain?

I mean, if it suddenly starts raining...

a person is inconvenienced. But one likes it too.

Suppose...

a sudden shower in the summer time.

The cold feeling that lingers...

can't be hated nor loved.

Ayan Kumar, you write really well.

Thank you.

And your family?

You may not like my house.

It's in North Calcutta. Slightly cramped up and old-fashioned.

Back dated.

Coffee?

Hey!

Got it? I always keep my word.

I'll get my mother's knee replaced.

You think the doctor knows everything.

Hey, look! - This is Calcutta's Baghbazar.

We've come to the banks of the river Ganges.

Careful.

Thank you.

Come.

Hey Ayan. Is she your fiance?

No, no. - No. Just friends.

This is Shreya. She lives in Mumbai.

And this is Adi.

Shammi, Indra. - Hi.

Jaideep. He is an Engineer.

Indra is in publication and Adi is in share market.

And Shammi has a Biriyani shop.

Lighter? - Yes, yes.

Yes, we have one. Where did it go?

Excuse me.

I'm coming.

Nice. - Wow! She is brilliant.

it's beautiful.

Better than Mumbai?

Don't compare.

No, no. Want to ride a boat?

Shreya.

The dusk time is so strange, isn't it?

Why?

All the old times come back to me in a flash.

I'd a boyfriend named Puneet in Mumbai.

We separated three months ago.

What happened if I may ask?

He was a habitual liar.

In fact he only spoke lies.

And you must know about him.

I cannot tolerate liars.

In fact you must be wondering why I brought Puneet up.

Because I strongly believe...

that if our relationship rolls on...

we must know everything about one another.

But Shreya, I don't need to know all this.

You must listen to me.

We spent a long time together.

In fact we went to Goa for a vacation.

Is that okay with you?

Yes, yes. But don't bring this up in front of my family.

Could you forget Puneet yet? - No. I couldn't.

And the ones who claim they forgot their relationships...

are just lying.

So Ayan, did you never have a girlfriend?

Her name was Teena. My first love.

Ayan. Baby Ayan.

Ayan. Ayan Baby, where are you?

Ayan. - Who is it?

Hi. - Oh god!

No, actually I am looking for Ayan.

Who are you? Daughter-in-law!

Look who is here for Babusona.

Hey Babusona. Where are you? - Who are you?

Baby. I've been looking for you.

Where were you?

Why are you here? - Surprise.

By the way, who are these people?

Who is she? What is she?

Baby...I mean friend.

None of your friend should come to our house wearing such outfits.

Excuse me. You're standing half-naked in front of a woman too.

What about that?

What is she saying? A traditional towel is our cultural outfit.

A traditional towel is our culture.

This is our culture then. The Gen X culture.

And you didn't tell me this is your culture.

Disgusting Ayan. Break up!

No, no. Baby.

You claim a poem from me...

but these are just words strung together.

My poems are at your doorstep.

It's written with love.

Good one.

Even though I didn't get the meaning completely.

By the way, did you write this?

No, no, no. Rabindranath Tagore wrote this.

The one who taught us how to love. He has all the answers.

Like how even today, you couldn't forget...

Puneet and I couldn't forget Teena.

He has answers to every question.

By the way Calcutta lover, I'm very hungry.

And this sunset isn't helping my hunger.

Sorry, sorry. I completely forgot.

Do you've the chocolate you got last day?

But you said you don't eat chocolates.

Which girl in this world doesn't like eating chocolates.

But who brings it is important.

You were a stranger then.

But not anymore.

But I didn't get chocolates today.

Forget it.

How many days did you stay in Prague?

Will you eat Biriyani?

Why? Do you get Biriyani in Prague?

No. Calcutta has amazing Biriyani.

Wait, I'll take you one day.

This Calcutta Biriyani with an entire potato.

That's too much.

Remember Wajid Ali Shah?

He put the potato in this biriyani.

Britishers wouldn't give money. So he came up with this idea.

He thought the potato in the biriyani would increase it's quantity.

Since then there has been potatoes in Biriyani.

I don't know if it's true or not.

But this is the story that goes around in Calcutta.

Where did he live?

Metiabruz. That's actually Mitti ka Burj. A mud caste.

Really? There's a lot of stories in this city.

But I must say that Calcutta Biriyani is the best Biriyani.

And it's better than Mumbai's Biriyani also.

Don't compare.

Oh! - Want some Phirni?

Phirni?

10:30pm! Oh my god!

I've to finish my food in 15 minutes. Hurry up!

Wait! We are going to Victoria after this.

No way. - Come please. You'll love it.

Hey, where did you stay in Brussels?

Brussels? Near the office...

Where is the Phirni, waiter?

Let me check.

Hey! Ayan, your food. - Phirni.

What happened? Why are you so quiet?

Nothing. Actually my mother told me that she and dad...

would often come here to hang out.

In their college days.

Actually in those days there weren't too many places to hang out.

So you're saying that couples only...

visit Victoria Memorial to romance.

No, no, no. I thought so at least.

Can we not go inside the memorial?

Yes. - I've heard there's a lot to see inside.

Yes. We could go but right now it's shut. We'll come another day.

Okay.

Do you smoke?

No, I don't like all that.

And smoking is injurious to health.

Actually life itself is injurious to someone's health.

If you like it, then you're addicted...

and if you don't then withdrawl.

How are you liking Calcutta?

Very good.

Oh. Jaideep, Indra, Adi and Shammi...

were asking if we could do a day-outing sometime.

Yes, why not. If they're all free, then let's plan for a weekend.

Yes, they will be free.

Okay. Hey! Should I drop you home?

No, no. I will drop you home.

Okay. - Come, let's go.

Thanks for the Biriyani.

Tomorrow then?

I have work from home.

But I'll be free after 3pm.

Okay. Then we'll see the places we haven't...

seen in Calcutta after 3pm.

I am not here to roam Calcutta.

But it feels nice to explore with you.

Hey! Why does your phone keep buzzing all day long?

Who is it? - Mother.

Why?

I think they're worried, it's quite late.

I'll leave now.

And can I say one last thing about Mumbai?

If this was Mumbai then we wouldn't...

have stuck to holding hands only.

But I don't like that type.

So then good night?

But...forget Teena.

You are giving me hope? - Yes.

And you forget Puneet.

Yes I will.

Okay, bye. - Bye.

Yes mother. - Your grandma had an asthma attack.

Why are you so happy about that?

Ask him to come home.

It's too late. I will talk to him.

You don't have to say anything.

Should I give you some holy water from the Ganges?

Oh my god! You'll ofcourse say this.

You are apparently a cultured woman.

Oh god! Shut up now.

Why have you called me and started talking among one another?

Babu, it's quite late. There's dew outside on the road.

Put a handkerchief on your head.

Mother, please update yourselves.

Why?

If this were Mumbai women could've roamed around all night freely.

You won't understand. Now hang up.

He disconnected the call.

So how did you like him?

Good. He is okay.

Okay? And family? Did he talk about them?

Yes. He has his parents...

and his grandmother.

You know mother, his mother kept calling him.

But how did you like spending time with him?

How did you like the boy?

Decent. A little extra decent.

Not Puneet types.

He is simple.

Life doesn't stop for anyone.

You both grew up in two different cities.

The two cities are so different.

Now you take a call if you want to live with him or not.

This is why I was avoiding matrimonial sites.

Imagine you met him somewhere random.

And if you don't like him it's okay. No one is forcing you.

Hey! Listen to me.

Did you tell him you enjoy travelling abroad?

His page indicates that he has travelled to many places in Europe.

Yes, but he didn't talk about this much.

Oh.

But he's not Puneet.

And he doesn't brag.

Again? - Why?

Because from now on you must think that...

Puneet is not Ayan either.

My dear girl.

No matter what you say, I feel a little trepidition.

Is it about the fish?

Oh come on, I'm not talking about the...

fish it's about that boy Shubho.

He is so strange and weird.

What did Shubho do?

That rugged hairstyle and beard.

Father, that's the trend. Not every one is like you.

Wearing the same shoe everyday.

And once it breaks you buy the same pair again. - Don't talk to...

Father, you're very boring. - Shubho isn't like you.

As in? So you'll call your father boring?

Is this how I raised you?

If your mother were alive... - Oh god! The same dialogue.

Listen father, the world outside is changing drastically.

If you don't match it's pace you'll be weeded out.

And I'm getting married to Shubho. Whether you like it or not.

Therefore please fix your issues with Shubho at the earliest.

Why don't you think once again?

If your mother were alive... - She wouldn't have stopped me.

Hey! What happened? Tell me.

Wonderful. Shreya is good. I mean very good.

She isn't like other Bengali girls. She's amazing.

Tomorrow we are meeting again.

I am very happy for you.

Okay, listen. Ria and my wedding date is fixed. - Yes.

Oh wow! Congratulations.

And if all goes well then you too will get married.

Congratulations in advance.

Thank you.

Hello.

What are you doing?

I was thinking.

About me?

This happens in Mumbai too, isn't it?

Pulling my lef, are you?

Can I not?

Hey Babusona. Is someone dead? You got a call so late at night?

No one died. You go. - Phone call this late at night?

Hello.

Your name is Babusona?

Yes. What can I do now?

If one had the option of changing their...

name in childhood, then many would.

There's a boy in my neighbourhood...

his name is Dadu. You know how old he is?

Only 13 years.

Won't you sleep?

Not sleepy yet.

Why? - You know why.

Can you see me?

Yes. And you?

Yes. But not in my bedroom, somewhere else.

Some wonderful location.

Which isn't Calcutta or Mumbai.

Maybe...

Here, take this. Sit down please.

Here is your tea.

You've tea, she'll be here soon. She's getting ready.

How is everyone at home? Your parents? - They're good.

And grandma? - She too.

That's good to hear.

My daughter is very picky.

I really want her to get married in Calcutta.

You are from here too?

Yes. I studied in City college and Shreya's father was in Jadavpur.

We met at Jadavpur's coffee house...

and our relationship started from there.

I really wanted us to get married in Calcutta.

In absolute Bengali style.

That didn't happen?

No, no. We did get married.

But in Mumbai.

I had a very sly classmate.

She didn't want me to get married to Shreya's father.

My father was very orthodox. She went and...

told my father about our relationship. That's it.

My father was so angry. There was so much drama at home.

What a scene! We went to Mumbai and got married.

But yes, we couldn't forget Calcutta ever.

We always wanted to come back.

Mother. - Come, come. You look lovely.

Let's go.

Come.

Let's go. Bye aunty. - Bye.

Enjoy.

Bye. - Bye.

Eat please. - Darjeeling is a must.

You must go there with Ayan. What a place!

But I really want to go to Europe.

Like Rome, Paris, Vienna... - Did you go to Puri?

No. I was in Mumbai since childhood.

How would I go?

But I've travelled to many countries for work.

Shreya, are you guys still just friends? Or have you moved ahead?

How does that matter to you?

Eat quietly. - Oh god!

Cold drink? Coffee?

Yes, black. - I'll be back.

Hey! Stop the game now.

I'm thinking I'll tell Ayan to take me to Rome and Prague.

He has travelled it all.

He can plan out our trip.

Who travelled? - Ayan.

He has travelled everywhere in Europe.

Europe?

He hasn't crossed Baidyabati and Baruipur in his life.

Europe! He has lied to you.

He went to Antarctica a few days ago. Didn't he tell you?

Come on. Let me show you.

This is his profile in the matrimonial column.

This is Ayan in Paris.

These are photoshopped.

He goes to Paris and how can we not know.

He went to Jamshedpur once. Didn't he share those pictures?

Bapi will travel to Europe and we won't get to know.

He is lying a lot these days.

Hey Shreya! - Shreya!

Hey! Where are you going?

Hey Shreya.

Listen Ayan. You are a liar.

You've never gone beyond Baidyabati and Baruipur.

And you cheated on me.

You are a cheater.

I mean...Shreya. Oh god!

Shreya. Hey Shreya!

Believe me I didn't want to do this.

Shubho did it to make my profile interesting.

Liar. - No. I agree I haven't been abroad.

But my office told me to go abroad a couple of times.

Ayan I didn't want a boy who travelled the world.

I asked you so many questions about Europe.

You could've told me the truth if you wanted to.

But no you didn't. You lied.

I was scared.

What if you learn the truth in the first meeting and never return?

I really wanted to trust you.

But you...

Shreya.

Here, have some coffee. You'll feel better.

And...

He's calling repeatedly. Take his call.

No mother.

I'll never talk to him again. - Hey!

What did the coffee do? Drink it.

Mother. - What is it, dear?

I will go back to Mumbai.

I will talk to my office tomorrow.

Listen to me...

Come on Ayan. You can't give up like this.

I understand she's angry. Give her some time, she'll be fine.

Let her calm down. Then you can say sorry.

If it comes to that, we'll apologise on your behalf.

Let it be. Not you at least.

You could have avoided this.

Shreya said such mean things to me. - What's the point now?

I did it for your good.

But Ayan, you must say sorry to her.

But she isn't receiving my calls.

And neither replying to my texts.

How do I apologise?

What do I tell him? And about what?

Mother, what's left to uncover now.

Okay I get it. He uploaded a photoshopped image.

But he could've admitted it. But no...

he could roam the city with me but not tell the truth.

I got to know because his friends told me.

I know he has made a mistake but...

if you talk to him once then...

No mother. I cannot marry this boy.

Listen dear.

Don't get angry.

We should at least get to know why he uploaded a fake profile.

You don't want to know?

No mother. I don't want to know anything, please.

I still feel that we should go to his home once...

and talk to his parents.

And then what if he doesn't have parents?

What are you saying? - It could all be a lie.

Lie? So many lies?

I don't know.

No mother, you are right. - As in?

Yes. - I need to know.

Yes, absolutely. - I must know how big a liar he is?

You come with me. - Where?

Get ready. We'll go right now. - Right now?

Maybe later... - No mother.

Get ready right now. Let's go.

Oh god! What a crazy girl.

Oh god!

Oh god!

Your wife is such a crazy woman.

She kicked me and threw me to the ground.

My feet is so swollen now.

Please relax mother. You can see I'm mincing the turmeric.

I'll put the paste and you'll be fine.

My wife isn't from this family. What do I tell her?

Why talk to her? Kick her like she kicked me.

No mother, don't say that. We are non-violent people.

My grandfather was a freedom fighter.

My wife can be difficult at times.

What? What difficult? Tell me.

When have I kicked you?

And look at you. You are so old...

and yet you lie.

What did you do to me this morning?

I was walking...

and you put a stick out and I tripped and fell.

Now you tell me, who kicked who.

Yes, tell us. Swear on your heart and tell us the truth.

No one kicked anyone. My destiny kicked me.

Being born in this family is the biggest tragedy of my life.

My birth was not in my hands.

But I can decide to leave this house.

Bye.

Oh god! How will he live here when his mother is like this.

Did you hear that? She insulted me in front of you.

Let me mince.

Yes mother. - Let's see what...

Here he is.

I shouldn't say anything? You're just an idol.

Won't you ask us to come in?

Yes, come with me.

Come. Sit down.

What do I do? She is my mother...

Just a minute. My mother keeps busy and the maid didn't come too.

I'll remove this. Sit please. - Yes, okay.

Come, sit down.

We are okay.

Tea or coffee? - No, no. Nothing. - Babusona.

Who are these people?

These are thos people. I mean them.

I got his profile from gayeholud.com. - Yes, yes.

They saw my profile and came here with...

a wedding proposal. - Proposal?

Shreya. - Shreya.

Give me your hand.

Now repeat after me, I'll speak only the truth...

and nothing but the truth.

I will... - Who is she?

Another police case? - No, no. Tell her something.

Your son has a police case again. - No mother. It's not that.

I'm telling you there's no police case...

Oh god! - What happened?

Hey...you?

What are you doing here?

How did he get here?

He is my father. - His father.

Your father?

Let's leave right now.

Right now. - You got me here mother.

Yes, I did. But now I'm asking you to leave. Come.

Come. - Go, go.

What did you do?

The mortar fell on my feet. - What?

What did you do?

Tell us. - Don't be quiet. Tell me now.

Hey! You are Premnath Das, right?

Am I making a mistake?

Should I tell them what you did in college? - No!

Yes, I want to know everything right now. - Let it be.

I don't want more trouble at this age.

Disgusting man! A jealous fellow.

Jealous? You'll go and romance in college and I won't tell anyone.

Hey! Shut up! Not a word from you.

Jealous, jealous, jealous! You come with me.

We can't be here anymore.

Hey! Why were you jealous?

What did you do?

The mortar fell on my feet and nobody bothers.

Did that fall on your feet? I'll now bang your head with it.

Good that it fell on you.

I will teach you a lesson.

What did you do? - Father.

Mother. Hey mother.

Have the tea, it's getting cold.

You do as you please.

My head is seriously not working anymore.

Mother, there is nothing to decide anymore.

I won't stay here any longer. Enough is enough.

I just have to attend a friend's wedding. That's it.

This was my mistake.

I wanted you to get married in Calcutta.

In Bengali style.

But how would I know that the boy would be like this.

Moreover, that Premnath Das. Idiot!

Ayan's father?

Yes. He is a scoundrel.

I'll explain everything to you later.

He tried to create issues between your father and me.

But I don't know why...

but I feel that the boy is a nice one.

Ayan was staring at you in awe.

He was quiet sad.

Mother, he obviously was sad.

Don't decide anything based on my words.

You think about it calmly.

And then whatever you decide I'll stand by you.

Mother, there's nothing to decide.

He is a liar.

How can I spend my life with a liar?

No, I mean...everyone lies a little.

Little bit of white lies.

I know what he did was wrong but...

he didn't know you would walk into his life.

Mother, I never forgave Puneet and neither will I forgive Ayan.

Now let's go. - Wait, let me pay the bill at least.

Waiter. - There's another matrimonial site. We'll try that.

I am not interested at all.

You never listen to me. Come that side.

What happened?

Why are you smiling? - How sweet!

I told you the boy is nice.

Mother. - Don't shut me up.

Mother, let's go. - So sweet.

You come with me. - Call her.

I was coming to you.

Your father got me these two sarees after he got an increment.

I never wore them.

These are for you.

Hey! What happened?

Why are you hurting yourself?

I know what Ayan did...

was a mistake, it was wrong.

But why will you keep hurting?

Mother, let's talk about something else.

I don't want to hear about that liar.

Okay, let it be. Let me tell you an interesting story.

Did you know your father lied to me and took me... to Mumbai?

What? Father lied to you.

Absolutely. - What lie?

When Ayan's father told my father that...

I'm in a relationship with your father.

My father was very angry.

He decided to marry me off to someone else.

And I started crying after that.

I told them I won't marry anyone else.

So I told your father to arrange for something.

Your father came and said that there is nothing to worry.

He said he got a job in Mumbai and everything is arranged.

We only had to run from here.

Then? - That day I trusted your father...

and went with him to Mumbai.

But you know what happened after that? - What?

He had no job and there was no arrangement.

But if your father hadn't lied to me that day...

then I would've never gone with him.

And we wouldn't be married either.

And we wouldn't have never met perhaps.

True. - Do you get it? White lies.

Hold this. I am getting a call.

Hey! Yes I will be there.

How can I miss your wedding.

I need to get ready too.

Give me some time. I'll get ready and be there.

Chill. I am coming. Bye. See you.

Shreya. - Yes mother.

Don't take any decision in life which will haunt you later.

You are quite sensible.

Love you.

Shreya, I am not a liar.

But this happened somehow when I was making the profile.

Other than that, none of my words or emotions were a lie.

Untill dreams become a reality it remains a lie.

I have never travelled abroad.

I created a fake profile, it's true.

But my love was not a lie.

After Teena left, I didn't want to fall in love again.

But after knowing you, I genuinely fell in love with you.

And now I can't think about anything else other than you.

Maybe you could get out of this easily.

But I couldn't. I am in pain.

I am hating everything.

And Pallabi? She's supposed to come. - I don't know.

Hi! - Hey Shreya!

You finally arrived. We've been waiting.

But where is the bride?

She's upstairs. The groom hasn't arrived yet.

Not yet? - No.

Hey! He is here.

Hold this. I'll be back.

You? - Stop this music.

You cheat, you liar.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

This is your pain.

And you are dancing here.

What's the matter? Why did the music stop?

What happened?

You don't know, he is a cheater.

Okay dear. This is an auspicious occasion. We'll discuss this later.

Now turn the music on. - Yes, yes.

I am going inside.

You come too.

Let's go inside.

Yes. - You are disgusting.

Let's go.

Shreya. - I didn't know that...

this would happen to you because of me.

I thought someone will at least like you.

Then the matter would settle down.

I didn't want to lie to her either.

She was very excited about my trips abroad.

I was scared to lose her.

Even her mother was excited about those trips.

I listened to my mother and I thought...

he may have made a fake profile by mistake.

But now I know what a big liar he is.

He kept telling me that he's in pain.

And here he's dancing at your wedding.

Wow! And you know him?

Ofcourse, I know him. And that's why I'm saying this.

Don't misunderstand Ayan.

Don't punish him for that fake profile.

Listen, I knew everything about you two.

I didn't know you are his Shreya.

I would have fixed this long ago.

And he really loves you.

Only my love is not enough.

She must love me too.

Moreover, my father did something with Shreya's mother.

Your father and Shreya's mother had an affair?

What destiny, man! - No, no. Not an affair.

I don't know the exact details.

But apparently father had some hopes from Shreya's mother.

And that hope remained unfulfilled. But obvious.

Yes, it didn't. Actually father...

created problems for Shreya's parents wedding.

Others make mistake and I pay for it.

That's not fair.

I'll do something to rectify my mistake.

Come with me. - Where? - Hey! Where are you going?

Hey! - To hell. What's with you?

Shut up.

We'll be back. Wait here. Come.

Where are you going?

I don't like all this.

I just want to go back home.

It's not possible for me to stay any longer.

Shreya, please don't do this.

Can you guys give us a minute?

We need to talk about something important.

You guys aren't supposed to see each other yet.

And the groom is here already. That's not good.

We've met a lot, we'll meet later again.

Now please go. I will call you back.

Hi Shreya, I am Shubho.

I'm Ria's fiance and Ayan's close friend.

Actually, I created his profile for him.

I told him that nowadays girls like boys who travel abroad.

I'm telling you the truth. It was my mistake.

Since he has met you, he only speaks about you.

Shreya, please try to understand.

I don't know. I don't get anything right now.

Shreya, I love you.

I just want to tell you this.

Listen, I'll take some time.

I can't be okay in a jiffy.

It's okay. Take your time.

But attend their wedding at least.

Please don't leave. - Please stay.

Ria and I have problems too.

But we sort it out.

There's a saying, love means never having to say you're sorry.

Okay. I'll stay.

But that doesn't mean I forgive you.

And your father has bothered my mother...

I promise that my father will apologise to your mother.

I have something for you.

For you.

Now do the garland exchange.

<People cheering>...

This is not good. Past is past.

Don't dig it.

Past has been dug.

Now the one I had is gone too.

Nothing is past. She remembers everything.

What is my mistake in this? Because I ratted them out?

I'm much more good-looking than Shreya's father.

I tried to tell Sumedha about my feelings...

many a time, in various ways.

She didn't bother.

It's not good to be jealous.

Moreover, her father has expired.

How does that help me?

Because of your jealousy our family is always fighting.

Nothing good comes out of doing bad.

What do you want now?

Right now, a taxi.

Come.

Mother, what happened? - Sorry, sorry.

Sorry. - Sit please.

So this was a long time ago.

At that time I didn't have the guts...

You mean brains. - the brains to handle this.

I was not wise then.

And that's why...maybe...but...also...

Please explain properly. - I made a mistake by telling your father.

If you forgive me and fix a wedding date...I mean if only you agree.

I've nothing to say in this matter.

We'll do as Shreya wants.

Absolutely.

But there's a problem.

Our home is nothing like the lifestyle you're used to.

It's old and my mother won't let me give it to a builder.

But they may stay on their own.

Listen to me. You don't know my daughter.

My daughter is very different.

Moreover, let them decide how and where they'll stay.

Yes, exactly. Let them decide.

So...if you agree then...

next month there is a wedding date.

One second.

So?

Oh god!

Hello, mother. What happened?

Khoka, I am about to die.

I am having an asthma attack.

If you want to meet me one last time then come soon.

Mother, hello. - What happened?

Mother had an asthma attack. God know what'll happen.

I don't know if she'll be alive to see your wedding.

I don't know if she'll get to meet your bride.

I am leaving now.

Mother, oh mother. - Father.

Mother, oh mother.

Should I go? - Yes, go.

Wait, I'm coming too.

Oh god!

Stop the car.

How much? - Oh god!

Why so many people?

That means, my mother died.

Mother, oh mother.

Mother, oh mother. Are you dead mother?

What is this? This is a donation.

This is a donation. Move.

Move aside. Come with me.

Hey! Stop it.

Give it to me. - My mother gave this to me.

I won't give this one. - This is mine.

Don't throw this away. - What are you doing?

You told me you'd an asthma attack and about to die.

No, no. My asthma is okay now.

I've caught all of you red-handed today.

You went to fix his wedding without informing me?

And...

This...this is that poisonous snake.

Mother, stop watching shows.

Really.

Grandma, come here.

You tell me, do you like me?

Yes or no.

I've come here to seek your consent.

I don't put scent and all.

Okay fine.

You tell me, will Ayan and I look good together?

Will I suit this house?

Ofcourse, you'll match him. Just like a jewel on monkey's head.

And this house?

They won't keep this house. They're plotting against me.

They'll break down this house and throw me on the streets.

Who said they'll break this house?

And who will throw you out?

Such a beautiful house.

And this is your house.

So how will they make the apartment...

without breaking down this house?

And where will you stay after the wedding?

We will stay right here.

We'll just re-decorate the house a little.

Who has such a big house nowadays?

And they'll throw you out of your house?

Who can do this?

You are telling me the truth.

You are my darling granddaughter.

You will light up my home.

Shreya. Where are you guys? Come. - Ayan.

Wow! You got her home without informing us.

Anyway, is grandma ready too?

That's it. - Come then. What are you waiting for?

But where are we going?

Come with us.

So grandma, father and mother all agree. Now let's get the priest.

Come, let's go.

Come, come. - Let's go.

Bye. - Bye.

I am the marriage registrar.

And this is the form.

All set? - Yes.

It'll be done once the garlands are exchanged.

Exactly. First the garland exchange and then the vermillion.

Wait, I just gave them the form.

Now they'll fill the form and submit it.

It'll take a month. - We know all that. It will happen later.

Right now they're ready and we'll do these rituals first.

Garland exchange is a family and friends matter.

It can happen in front of us.

Exactly. - But one thing.

No vermillion. I don't believe in all this. - Oh god!

Yes, we'll do it in front of our parents...

in our social wedding.

No, no. No vermillion. I don't believe in this. - Oh hello.

All these fights you can pick up later.

Now do the garland exchange.

They are not married yet.

1...2...3 - 1...2...3...

Yeah! Come on.

Yeah! Congratulations. - One more time.

Again? - Yes, once more.

First the bride. - Oh wow!

Yeah!

You are married. I am so happy.