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(rousing orchestral fanfare
playing)

(bell clangs,
train whistle blows)

:
Ah...

MAN:
Mm. What are you reading?

Hm?

The Overcoat by Gogol.

Gogol?
Uh-huh.

Mm-mm.

Never heard of him.

Hmm.

(train rumbling,
dog barking, birds chirping)

Seen much of this world?

Uh-uh. I went
to Delhi once.

Every year I visit my
grandfather in Dungarpur.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

:
Not this world.

I mean, England, America.

I was in England
for two years.

It was like a dream.

Sparkling clean streets.

Nobody spitting on the road.

Have you ever thought
of going abroad?

No.

You should.

You are young.

You are free.

You will never regret it.

My grandfather always says
that is what books are for.

Hmm.

To travel without
moving an inch.

:
Mmm.

To each his own.

* *

* *

* *

(woman wailing song
in native language)

Show us.

* *

Hm?

Mmm...

(indistinct conversations
in distance)

It's not just that
she is my daughter...

(father continues
indistinctly)

Uh, my son has been
living abroad...

for the last two years.

He's in New York.

He's doing his PhD in the
field of fiber optics.

Hm?

Hmm... hmm.

Our daughter's best
subject is English.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high
o'er vales and hills

When all at once
I saw a crowd...

A host of golden
daffodils.

:
This was my father's

favorite poem.

Used to read
a lot, my father.

Please.

My child?

Have you ever
flown in a plane?

Will you be able to go

halfway across the world?

Live in a cold city...

with freezing winters...

Huh? Oh!

* *

It is freezing
today outside.

Bread... milk...

apple tea...

The rest we'll buy
from the Indian shop

after I come home
in the evening.

How are you feeling?

It will take you
several days to recover.

After all, you've just flown
halfway around the world.

It is the American way.

Now go, go.

(speaks native
language)

Okay.

Hot and cold
water, too.

Red one and blue one.

Don't confuse
between the two.

You will get burned.

And you can drink water
straight from the tap.

No need
to boil it.

Our washing machine is
just down the street.

I will show you
when I come home.

Now...

Once you are settled,

I will take you
to my department

and introduce you
to my professor here.

You won't believe it.

* *

* *

* *

Just a minute.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

ASHIMA:
I am very happy.

And everything here
is wonderful.

The plane journey
was long but enjoyable.

And I'm feeling fine.

How is Rini?

The house is very nice.

Big, with lots
of windows.

Do you know...

over here...

we get gas all day
and all night.

I mean, who asked you
to wash my clothes?

We only have so much
money to buy...

Where are you going?

Hel...

Ashima.

Ashima?

Open the door, Ashima.

I'm sorry.

Ashima.

Your intention was good.

It was my mistake
not to tell you.

Ashima, please,
open the door.

Please?

Sorry, Baba.

ASHOKE:
Take One or Three train

from here all the way to...

Fulton Street.

Get out of the station,
ask anybody...

* *

* *

Uh...

(singing tranquil melody
in native language)

Do you have a longer frock?

What's that?

Uh... I need
to here.

And hide
those gorgeous legs?

Here we go. Let's get you
under the covers. Here we go.

All right.

Time those
contractions.

Being rescued was the first
miracle of my life.

You are the second.

Mrs. Ganguli,
I'm Mr. Wilcox.

You, um, have
a name for the baby?

One minute.

My husband
is coming.

Yes, the name.

We are waiting for my wife's
grandmother to choose.

Will she be here soon?

She is in India.

She is more than
85 years old.

But there
is no hurry.

Some of my cousins, you know,
they were not named

until they were six years old.

Until then they were all called
by their daknams only.

Daknams?

Pet names.

We all have two names.

One pet name--
daknam.

One good name--
bhalonam.

Unfortunately in this country
a baby can't be released

from the hospital without
a birth certificate,

and a birth certificate
requires a name.

How about "Baby
Boy Ganguli"?

Baby Boy?

Uh, uh, till
the letter arrives.

Afterward
we can change it?

Is that what
we should do?

I wouldn't.

Endless red tape.

Expensive, too.

Sleep on it.

Baby Boy Ganguli?

Gogol.

Gogoloo.

What do you say?

We could call him Gogol.

Till the letter
arrives.

Later we could change it
on the birth certificate.

Mmm.

We would not be here
but for Gogol's blessings.

Hold still.

Hold still.

Don't move.

One, two, three.

Say "cheese."

...Gogol!

Gogol!
Hey, lady-killer!

Think of Gogol's future.

This is the land
of opportunity, Ashima.

He can become
whatever he wants,

study whatever
he desires.

You know,
options are limitless.

Don't you want
to give him that?

Huh?

Here you go.

Thanks.
You're welcome.

Come here.

Yeah.

Fish.

Leave it, leave it,
leave it.

Come. Come.

Don't go so far

that I cannot
see you!

He's too little!

MAN: Welcome to
suburbia, Ashoke.

You have a beautiful
house, Ashoke.

Congratulations.

Everything is bought
in a yard sale.

Ashima does not like it,

but I say, what is wrong
with it, you know?

Even my chairman,
who lives in a huge mansion,

wears a tie he had
bought for 50 cents.

That is America,
Ashoke.

Hey, guys.

Hey, kids,
catch it.

ASHIMA:
Gogol?

Where are you?

Hey, Gogoli.

Poor Baba.

He's probably
feeling very left out

because of his sister
Sonia's naming ceremony.

Is he going to be called Gogol
in school?

No.

We have decided on a good name.

Finally.

What is it?

Nikhil.
Bah.

The all-encompassing one.

Of course they will turn it
into Nick, you know.

Gogol?

Hey, Gogol.

Missing your sister's
ceremony, huh?

Hey, Gogoli.

I found him!

GOGOL:
I don't like the baby.

Sonia, eat this.

And now will be
the grand finale.

Ashima.

What will your baby
girl's future be?

She wants everything.

Ask her
to pick up the pen.

Hey, Sonia, pick
up the pen.

Pick up, pick up.
Be the first female...

Put the dollar
in her hand.

Pick up something, Sonia.

American girl
must be rich.

She's not picking
anything.

So...

how did you like your first day
in big school?

Great!
Oh.

And what is this?

"Due to your son's
preference,

"he will be known as
Gogol in school.

Mrs. Lapidis,
Principal."

Hmm.

And what about your
parents' preference?

Hmm?

ASHIMA:
In this country
the children decide.

He wants to keep Gogol
and not Nikhil as his good name.

Fine.

No big deal.

With a president named Jimmy,
there is nothing we can do.

As long as our kid is
happy, you know.

So late?

Hello.

Hello?

MAN:
Hello, Ashoke...

Don't, don't worry,
I, I will.

ASHIMA:
He told you something
you're not telling me?

Yesterday when
your father was

playing patience
on his bed,

he died of
a heart attack.

* *

Gogol, go on.

Go on.
Look, Baba, Gogol!

Ashima.
G-O...

...G-O-L!

ASHOKE: Oh, very good,
very good.

Come on,
we'll lose the plane.

Huh? Come on,
come on.

Push, push, push...

Not your ordinary
guy, Nikolai Gogol.

Hey, Gogol, it's your namesake.

Today, he is respected

as one of Russia's
most brilliant writers,

but in his own lifetime
he was understood by no one.

Least of all himself.

One might say

that he was an eccentric
genius.

Yo, Gargle, way to go!

Shut up!
Hey, Mr. Hatch!

Mr. Epstein!

I will see you both
after class.

Thank you. Out. Come on.

Out.

Thank you,

gentlemen.

Now, Gogol was reputed
to be a hypochondriac.

He was deeply paranoid,

frustrated, friendless.

He never married
and he fathered no children.

Ooh.
Towards the end
of his life

he proceeded
to commit slow suicide

by starvation.
GIRL:
What?!

Did you guys know
all this stuff

about him when you
decided to name me?

That he was paranoid, suicidal,
friendless, depressed?

ASHOKE: You forgot to
mention that he was

also a genius.

I don't understand
how you guys could

name me after someone
so strange.

And don't call us "guys."

Sometimes when I
close my eyes

and listen to you both,

I feel I have given
birth to strangers.

Just because you're graduating

does not mean you can
behave like this, Gogol.

So, I'm two inches
away from her.

Her luscious lips part.

Just as I'm
about to kiss her...

she looks at me and she says...

"What's your name?"

Gogol Ganguli.

End of Seduction 101.

Plain Jane
loves your name.

:
Gogol, Gogol, I love you.

Gogol!
Oh, Gogol!

Don't bogart
that joint, man.

You know, of all
the frickin'

Russian writers
in the universe...

...why'd they have to go
and choose the weirdest?

What the hell's wrong
with Leo or Anton?

Shit. You know, I just want
to sit 'em down and be, like,

"Man, Gogol is your
favorite author, not mine."

Shit.

What?

I got the thing. Oh, shit.

Hey, where you going?

See ya!

Good-bye, Air India!

Whoo-hoo!

(woman singing in native
language on TV)

:
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

They have been here
for two hours already. Come.

This is our son, Gogol.

Sorry I'm late.
ASHOKE:
Hey, Gogol.

Mr. and Mrs. Mazumdar,
they just moved

into New York from London.

Oh, wow, that's far.

WOMAN:
Hey, Gogol...

Hey, Mira Mashi.
I'll show you something.

And this is our
daughter, Moushumi.

Both the same age also.
Oh.

They'll have
a lot in common.

Oh, I'm sure.

GOGOL:
Hi.

:
Hello.

What are you reading?

Bonjour Tristesse.

In French.
Oh...

Want to go
watch some TV?

I detest American television.

MIRA MASHI:
Gogol...

Come and sit next
to your Mira Mashi.

Come. Come.

Why are your eyes so red?

Someone's envy has
definitely...

I'm fine.

Ashima...

Chilies.

Nicky?

Hmm. Oh, Mira Mashi.

I promise you there
are no evil eyes

in the United States
of America.

That is what you think.

You be careful
where you're going.

What is the name?

Yale.

There will be plenty of girls

in this Yale place

who will want
to trap you.

Have as much fun as you want.

Mm-hmm.
But...

BOTH:
Marry a Bengali.

* I admit it *

* What's to say? *

* I'll relive it *

* Without pain *

Gogol?
* Backstreet lover
on the side of the road *

* I got a bomb in my temple *
Hey, Baba.

* I got a 16-gauge
buried under my clothes *

How are you feeling now?

Yeah, I'm feeling
a lot better.
Uh-huh.

Thank you.
Good.

* I could control myself *

Listen.

I have never given
you any presents

apart from what
your mother buys, but...

for your graduation,

I have something special.

* Oh, try and mimic *

* What's insane *

Thanks, Baba.

* I am in it *

* Where do I stand? *
I ordered this

just for you
from the bookstore.

Took four months to arrive.

* Indian summer
and I hate the heat *

* I got a backstreet lover
on the passenger seat *

* I got my hand in my pocket
so determined, discreet *

* I pray *

* Once upon a time *

* I could control myself *

* Ooh, once upon a time *

I hope you like it.

Very nice.

Thanks, Baba.

* *

Thanks again.

You know, I feel a special
kinship with Gogol

more than with any other writer.

Do you know why?
Yes.

Gogol's your favorite author.
I know, Baba.

Apart from that,

he spent most of his adult life

outside his homeland.

Like me.
Right.

But...

there...

there is another reason.

Hello?

Hmm?

What's the other reason?

No, there isn't.

Okay, good night.

Good night, Baba.

We all came out
of Gogol's overcoat.

One day you will
understand.

MAN :
Your attention, please.

Indian Airlines announces

the departure of their
flight IC408 to Calcutta.

WOMAN :
Ladies and gentlemen,
on behalf of Indian Airlines

and Captain Das Gupta,

we hope you enjoy your flight.

WOMAN:
Flight IC408.

* *

Take out the luggage.

Gogol!
Hi, Daadima.

Earphones.

Earphones!

(speaks native
language)

Oh, New York and Calcutta.

What's wrong with you?

I want to go home.

I have something
that'll cheer you up.

Here. My planner says

that there are only

89 days left to go.

What is wrong with you?

What, are you hot?
You're hot? Here.

Have some ancient
air conditioning.

Go away!

You are going out?

Jogging.

Jogging?
Running.

On the street.

I'm in training.
Training?

Yep. Don't worry, Daadima.

I'm not gonna go far.

Chotu?

Chotu?
Ah. What?

Oh, good morning.

Gogol, Gogol, Gogol!

Gogol!

Stop!

Gogol!

Stop!

They sent you to follow me.

Heart.

Chotu... die.
Don't die.

Want to go back?

(man singing
in native language)

(engine hissing,
brakes squealing)

There is something
I always wanted to ask you,

but never had
the courage.

All those years ago,
why did you...

say yes to me?

You were the
best of the lot.

Huh?

Better than the widower
with four children

and the cartoonist
with one arm.

GIRL:
Please?

You have
an extra...?

Oh, my God...

I also liked
your shoes.

Oh. Oh, okay, okay.

You want me to say...

"I love you"...

like the Americans?

Eh.

Huh.

Huh.

(rock music plays over
headphones)

(bell clinks,
indistinct chatter)

Stop sulking, Sonia.

You actually look really
great in that outfit.

It suits
you.
Shut up!

Hmm.

Why don't you get in,
my American son?

Sonia can sit
on my lap.

Come on.
No. Because
being pulled

by another human being
is feudal and exploitative,

and I don't want to be part
of something like that,

because...
Hmm.

(humming
and clicking tongue)

Ma, stop!

It's embarrassing me!

Okay, guess where
we are going tomorrow.

Another
relative's house?

No.

The botanical gardens,
for the hundredth time.

To Agra to see
the Taj Mahal.

Are you serious?
You're not kidding?

Really?

Mm.
That's
awesome, Ma.

Oh, my God!

It's a wonder
of the world.

(music plays over loudspeaker,
loud, overlapping chatter)

Come on.

We should have taken
the plane.

It's right here.

Huh?

* *

I've always wanted
to come here with you.

Just imagine how much Shah Jahan
must have loved Mumtaz

to make this for her.

Other husbands also love
their wives, Ashima.

Only we cannot afford
to build Taj Mahals.

Hey, guess what?

I think I'm gonna major
in architecture.

What about engineering?

Come on, Baba.

Architecture has everything.

It's got engineering, drawing,

aesthetics.

Our family
Shah Jahan.

* *

Show you something.

Look.

"Gangrene."

What the...

Can you
believe this?

I'm gonna catch
the racist punk who did that.

ASHIMA: Don't be
upset. Come on.

Frickin'
welcome
home.

Just some kids
having fun.

GOGOL:
So,

I've been thinking a lot
about my name.

"Gogol's" fine
on-on my high school diploma,

but can you imagine "Gogol"

on a résumé or a
credit card after that?

What are you trying to say?

I'd like to change my name back
to my good name.

ASHIMA: What is
done is done.

Now Gogol has become
your good name.

It's too complicated now.

You're too old.

And anyway,
you have only yourself

to blame.
Oh, yeah.

It's my fault
'cause I was four years old?

That's right, Goggles.

Ow!

Anything is possible in America.

Do as you wish.

An excellent choice, sir.

GOGOL:
I'm home.

Hi, Nick.

Hello.

Hi, Lydia.
How you doing?

Good. Have
you got it?

Yup.

Where's my girl?

Where's my Master
of Fine Arts?

Congratulations.

Thank you, Daddy.

Thank you all so much
for coming.

This means so much
to me.

Drink! Celebrate!

Beep, beep! Excuse me,
darling. Sorry.

Ooh. There we go.

Cake?

I still can't believe
it's over already.

Hey.
I'm gonna
get a drink.

Hi.

Nick.

Open it.

You like it?

Yeah. It's beautiful.

LYDIA:
Hello!

Oh, I want you to meet
the young Indian architect

who has so captured
Maxine's heart.

Oh.

This is Pam Burton,
a dear college friend,

and this is Nikhil Ganguli.
How do you do?

Maxine, look
who's here.

It's very nice
to meet you.

You, as well.

Now, how old were you
when you moved to America?

I was actually born in New York.
I'm from here.

I once had a girlfriend
who went to India.

Came back thin as a rail.

I'm sure.

I was horribly
envious of her!

Don't your parents want you
to marry a nice Indian girl?

I don't care
what they want.

This is what I want.

Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick,

Nick, Nick, Nick,
Nick, Nick, Nick...

ASHIMA:
Sally gave them to me

before anybody else
could check them out, huh?

Ah. Reading Chekhov.

What perks I get
from my wife, the librarian.

Mmm.

MAN:
What, are you blind?

MAN:
Today, huh?

Uh...

WOMAN: Hey!
MAN:
Lady, get out of the way!

(speaking
native language)

You have to learn
to drive faster.

Don't talk to me.

I will have an
accident, huh?

If you keep on driving like
this, you will have an accident.

Everything's fine, Mom.

Mom, why are
you calling me?
Hey, hon.

ASHIMA: Because you're not
at your apartment.

Shh, whoa.

You are never
at your apartment, Gogol.

In the middle
of the night,

I have called and
you are not there.

I am, Ma.

I need my sleep.

I turn off the phone.

Ooh.

Gogol, are you there?

Yeah, yeah,
I'm here, I'm here.

I want you to come
home next Saturday.

Then you can
come with us

to the airport the next day.

Baba is going to teach in Ohio

for six months.

You remember or not?

Yeah, I remember, Mom,
but what's the big deal?

He's only going to Cleveland.

Sonia's not coming home.

Sonia lives in California,
Gogol.

: Mom, I can't come
home that weekend.

I'm going on a vacation
with my girlfriend.

Her parents have a place
in Oyster Bay.

Mom?

Would you mind if we went
to go see my parents

on the way
to Oyster Bay?

You mean I'd finally
get to meet them?

Mm-hmm.

I'd love to, baby.

:
Oh, that's too much.

I'm back...

You know, he is willing
to go on vacation

with someone
else's parents,

but not to
see his own.

Oh, forget it,
this is America.

As soon as the kids turn 16,
they're gone.

I lost the company
of my parents

when I first came
to this country.

Now I feel I'm losing my
family all over again.

Besides, what kind of a
girl is called Max, huh?

Maybe it's a boy.

There are some things
you should know.

Um, no kissing,
no holding hands.

My parents are not
Lydia and Gerald.

I've never seen them touch,
let alone anything else.

A little depressing.

Ah, a little bit.

You know, you really don't
have to get all this stuff.

Come on,
why are you getting truffles?

God, they won't like
them, will they?

:
No.

Come on, Nick, everyone
loves truffles.

GOGOL:
Ma, we're here.

Ma.

Hi.

Ma, this is Maxine.

Max, this is my mother.

Hello, Ashima.

It's so nice to
finally meet you.

Mm.

These are for
you and Ashoke.

Oh.

There was no need.

Thank you.

Please come in.

Come.
Thank you.

Please sit.

I will get drinks.

It's nice.
Thank you.

This is
where you grew up, huh?

Yeah.

Thank you.
Nikhil's father
is upstairs

with the man from
the alarm company.

Why on Earth are you getting
a security system?

It was your father's idea,
now that I will be on my own.

You know,
even in good areas like this,

these days there are crimes.

Ashima,

I've been admiring
what you're wearing.

Is this,

uh, a kanta?

:
Oh, yes.

I grew up with fabrics.

My mother curates textiles
at the Met.

The Met?

The Metropolitan
Museum of Art.

You remember, Ma,
I took you there.

It's the museum with all the
steps and the Egyptian temple.

Uh-huh, I remember.

My father was also an artist.

That painting
you're seeing there...

that is his painting.

Oh, it's nice.

MAN: We're all
set, Mr. Ganguli.

ASHOKE: So it'll be installed
tomorrow, all right?

Uh-huh.

Let me give
you a receipt.

Hmm, it's really lovely.

Thank you, Mr. Odin.

GOGOL:
Hey, Baba.

Hi.

This is Maxine.

Max, this is
my father.

Hello.
Hello, Ashoke.

How are you?

Fine.

Fine.

Hmm.

This is the best Indian
food I've ever tasted.

Nikhil's mother has been cooking
for the past two days.

It's better
than this boy here makes.

ASHOKE:
Oh...

I forgot the ice cream.

Nikhil, come with me
to Breyer's, would you?

Sure.

I'll come with you.

Why don't you stay here and
keep Nikhil's mother company?

We'll be back
in no time.

Yes?
Okay.

ASHOKE:
I wanted to tell you
something before I leave

for my semester in Ohio.

It is about your name.

My name?

Yeah, Gogol.

There is a reason
for it, you know.

I know.

Gogol's your
favorite author.

I remember.

It is more than that.

It was, uh...

1974 when I was a
student in Calcutta.

Every year I would take
the train to visit

my grandfather in Dungarpur.

I carried one book with me
to read on the journey.

Gogol?

Yes, The Overcoat.

So, in the train late at night,

a Mr. Ghosh befriended me.

He kept trying to persuade me
to leave India...

...I was in England
for two years...

...and I just wanted
to get back to my book.

My grandfather always says
that is what books are for:

to travel
without moving an inch.

And that's when
it happened.

(people speaking
in native language)

* *

ASHOKE:
I kept hearing Ghosh's voice
in my head.

GHOSH:
Pack a pillow and blanket.

See the world.

You will never regret it.

That is how I came to America
and you got your name.

Come.

Maxine will be
waiting for you.

Baba, is that what you think of
when you think of me?

Do I remind you of that night?

Not at all.

You remind me of everything
that followed.

Every day since then has been
a gift...

Gogol.

Samosas
for the journey.

Thank you.

Thank you for lunch.

It was lovely
to meet you.
Bye.

Bye, Ma.

Same here.

Remember to check in
on your mother now and again.

Okay, Baba.

And call to let us know
that you arrived safely.

I will.

ASHOKE:
Drive safely, Gogol.

What did your dad
just call you?

I'll explain later.

MAXINE: I'd never have guessed
they're your parents.
You're so different.

* Well, I don't need
no nine-mil Glock *

* These hands are deadly guns *

* From smoking, drinking,
being a thug *

* I sip Hpnotiq
from a coffee mug, yeah *

* I keep a healthy state
of mind *

* I only drink
and drive at night... *

Oh, we're here.

This is beautiful.

You like?
Yeah.

It's a perfect example
of New England Victorian.

Thus spake
my architect.

We got
truffles!

GOGOL:
Hey, Gerald.
Hey, Lydia.

Hey!

Hi, Boomer! Hi!

GERALD:
Hi, Nick.

MAXINE:
This is my absolute
favorite place on Earth.

I can map my life here.

You know, I envy
you this place.

My parents never felt the need
to be so far away from things.

Where did you guys go?

On the road.

In rented vans, we would
travel with Bengali families

to see other
Bengali families,

inevitably getting
lost along the way.

Dads mulling over AAA maps
on the side of the road.

And when it was time to eat,
we would pull over again

at some rest stop and pull
out a nine-course Indian meal

from a bunch of tiffins
when all I really wanted

was McDonald's
to begin with.

It was kind of fun,
though, you know,

if you didn't know
anything else.

Mm...

Well, you're here now.

Mm...

So, Ms. Maxine Emma Faye,
what's it gonna be?

The museum job or
the book on Montagna?

I don't want to think
about it right now.

I want to
be free!

He never called.

I'm sure they're fine.

Hmm.

It is you I am
worried about.

You know, being alone...

for the first time.

No big deal...

as the children
always say to me.

It is easy
for them, Ashima.

They grew up here.

You will be alone, too.

How will you manage?

But I will see you
every third weekend.

I wish you would change
your mind and come with me.

Hmm?

(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

* *

* *

TELEPHONE OPERATOR:
That was Radcliff?

I do have a number for a
G. Radcliff in Oyster Bay.

But I'm afraid it's unlisted.

Happy Birthday, Gogol.

Happy Birthday, Nick.

Thank you.
Ooh!

Make a wish.

LYDIA:
Yea!

Thanks, you guys.
This is really nice.

You just... see?

* *

Hello?

ASHOKE:
Hello, Ashima?

Hey.

Ashima, I'm in Cleveland
General Hospital.

(Ashima speaking
native language)

I don't know.

My stomach's been bothering me
since morning, and I was...

invited by some Bengali
students for dinner.

Take an Alka

I did.
It didn't help.

I came to the emergency
room because, uh...

all the doctors' offices are
closed today.

So who drove you there?

No one. I am here on my own.

I, uh...

I wish I had come with you.

I was also so selfish--

only thinking about myself.

Ashima...

Don't worry. It is nothing.

Ashoke, what does
the doctor say?

I'm waiting to see him.
There's a long line.

Very long line.

And don't worry.

Hmm.

I am feeling better already.

Huh?

All right.

Ashima...

I'll call you
when I get home.

Okay.

ASHOKE :
This is Professor Ganguli.

Kindly leave a message.

Yes.

"G" for green...

"A" for apple...

"N" for Nancy...

"G" for gold...

"U" for umbrella...

"L" for letter...

"I" for India.

I have already spelled
my name five times.

WOMAN: Uh, I'm just going to
have to put you on hold, ma'am.

WOMAN: I apologize for the wait.
To whom am I speaking?

Ashima Ganguli.

Ashoke Ganguli's wife.
Who I am speaking to?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm the intern who first
examined your husband.

I have been holding on
for half an hour.

Is my husband still there,
or has he gone?

He said he will phone me.

I'm very sorry, ma'am.
We've been trying to reach you.

The patient, your husband...

Ashoke Ganguli,
passed away at 5:35 p.m.

Hello?

It is a mistake.

He was not there for emergency.

Only for stomachache.

Your husband had a massive
heart attack.

All attempts
to revive him failed.

Is there anyone

in the Cleveland area to
identify and claim the body?

* *

* *

* *

That's why the Blair Building's
my favorite.

Yeah, it's beautiful.

Hi.
LYDIA AND GERALD:
Hi.

Jesse...
Come here, Jesse.

Come here. Jesse!
Jesse, Jesse.

Uh, Nick, your mother
called for you twice.
Sit, sit!

Okay, thanks. I'll give
her a buzz in the morning.

Okay.

What about it?
What about this?

It's nice. It's the
colors for downstairs?
Hello?

Yeah.
For just
that little...

Nick, it's your
sister this time.

I might wear
it for the...

Hello, Sonia?

It's so pretty, isn't it?

Nice.

I like it.
Do you like this?

* *

* *

* *

* *

ASHOKE:
I take 20 rounds every morning
before going to work.

Baba...

I'm sorry, Baba.

* When I was young *

* I thought that life was
about muscle *

* But it's really all
about surviving the struggle *

* On the block
I learned life and death *

* Sometimes it's hard to breathe
so I fight for breath *

* And where I'm from
you don't know right from left *

* Too many obstacles,
so I watch my step *

* Yeah, that's just
the way I live... *

* 'Cause I'm the chosen one,
the torch forever passed *

* From old to young *

* I've been on the grind
for years *

* This life's about pain,
ain't no time for tears *

* Huh, yeah,
man, I came from nothing *

* I kept on hustling
and now I'm something *

* But the pain tries
to drown my brain... *

Ma.

Gogol.

* *

Excuse me, have
you seen Nick Ganguli?

Oh, um, he's over here.

Somewhere.

So tragic
about Ashoke.

Him going like that.

I'm so sorry.

Hey.
Hey.

How are you?
Good.

Thanks for bringing
my stuff.

WOMAN:
Gogol.

Excuse me.

The ceremony's
about to begin.

Do you want to sit?

MAXINE:
Thank you.

Come sit down.

(man chanting
in native language)

So when are you coming back
to the city?

I don't know.

They've given me a month.

More if I want.

I miss you.

I know how hard
this must be for you.

But you guys can't stay
with your mother forever.

You know that.

Listen...

I really, really,
really, really,

really want to come
to India with you

to scatter the ashes.

It's a family thing.

I thought we were
family, Nick.

You were certainly part of mine.

I have so many
regrets, Max.

You're bound to.

Listen...

why don't we still go away
for New Year's?

Like we planned.

It might do you good
to get away from all this.

I don't want to get away.

:
What do you want from me, Nick?

I'm trying to be here for you,

but it's like I don't
even know you anymore.

Max, this is not
about you.

Maxine?

We will all miss
him, you know.

Yeah.

(chanting in
native language)

Gogol.
(speaks native
language)

Father's name?

Ashoke.

(chanting in
native language)

Ashima.

Ashoke.

Gogol Baba.

Maybe you should let

bygones be bygones now.

What do you mean?

Make up with Maxine.

Ma, you never liked her,
did you?

That is not the point, Gogol.

The point is that now you should
move on with your life.

You know,

by the time I was your age,

I had already celebrated
my tenth wedding anniversary.

This is America, Ma.

People have twins
when they're 60.

Oh, Gogol, very funny.

Uh, do you remember, uh,

Moushumi Mazumdar?

"I detest
"I detest

American television."
American television."

Mm, don't be so rude.

You think your accents

don't sound funny
to other people?

Poor thing.

Terrible, terrible tragedy.

You know, she was supposed
to have been married.

But it was canceled
at the last minute.

The invitation cards
were sent out.

The hall was
booked, even.

She's also in
New York-- alone--

doing her PhD.

I told her parents,

"Don't worry, Gogol is also
there. He will call her."

Hey, hey,
hey, Ma!

You don't have time for
one cup of tea, Gogol?

Her parents came to
Baba's funeral, also.

This is the least
we can do.

Okay, look, time out.

Let's say

that I take her out to tea,
okay?

Then what? What are we going
to talk about?

As far as I recall,
she doesn't even speak.

Only reads.
Weird French
stuff, Ma.

Bye, Ma.

Later, Goggles.
See you later.

This is her number.

Ma...
Call her if
you want.

Don't call her if
you don't want.

Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you.

Nikhil.

Yes.

As opposed to Gogol?

Yes.

Excuse me.
Yeah?

Single malt, please.
Thanks.
Okay.

WAITER:
Single malt.

I've never done
this before.

What's that?

Gone out on a blind date
engineered by my mom.

It's not a blind date exactly.

No?

No, we sort of

know each other,
in a way.

Here you go.

I don't remember our
ever talking, really.

Actually, neither do I.

Does your family still live in
the same house I used to visit?

Yeah.

I remember the kitchen.

It had these very
blue cupboards.

Yeah, those are still there.

I was sorry to hear
about your father.

Oh.

How's your mother getting along?

She's all right.

You know, Sonia's been living
with her, so that helps.

So why'd you leave Paris
for New York?

Wouldn't you rather study
French literature in France?

I moved here for love.

Surely you know about my
prenuptial disaster.

Not really.

Well, you ought to.

Every other Bengali living
on the East Coast does.

So, uh...

should we make
our mothers happy

and see each other again?

Maybe.

Give me a call.

Okay.

I know why he went to Cleveland.

He was teaching me how
to live alone.

WOMAN :
* Bonjour, monsieur,
bonjour monsieur... *

MAN :
* Bonjour, madame,
bonjour, madame... *

MOUSHUMI:
So of course, my mother is

appalled that I'm not cooking
you Indian food.

You told her I was coming over?

She called today.

What about you? Have you been
giving your mother updates?

Sort of.

Oh, God! I need to add
more liquid.

Are you all right?

God. Um...

Yeah, um, could you
please help me

with my glasses?
Get them off for me.

WOMAN : * Comment
allez *

MAN : * Bien, merci, et
vous *

* *

God, did I really say that?

You sure as hell did.

No wonder you never
talked to me back then.

Hey, I tried.

You were the one who used
to treat me like an untouchable.

How'd you get so sexy?

Paris.

Paris.

After years of convincing myself
I'd never have a lover...

...I began to have affairs.

How many?

How many what?

Lovers.

You don't want to know.

MAN:
But you must understand

that without fire,
this entire ceremony's invalid.

I'm sorry, sir.

I cannot allow you
to light a fire

anywhere within
the hotel premises.

* *

ASHIMA:
I wandered...

lonely as a cloud

That floats on high
o'er vales and hills

When all at once

I saw a crowd

A host of golden daffodils.

You're next, Sonia. Beauty!

(continues speaking
native language)

* *

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.

Mmm-hm, mm-hmm.

Mmm?
Ah.
Hmm.

Hmm?

* *

Mmm!

$101 from the
Banagi family.

All right.
That brings the total...

...to $7,035.

:
Not bad, Mr. Ganguli.

:
I'd say we made
a killing, Mrs. Ganguli.

Oh, hold it, hold it.

Ms. Mazumdar's the name.

We've already discussed this.

Yeah, but I thought, you know,
both names.

Do you know how many
letters that is?

Imagine spelling
that over the phone.

I've begun to publish
under my name.

No one would know me.

Oh, come on, Nikhil.

What if somebody asked you to

change your name?

I already have, remember?

Forget it, I was just
being silly, Ms. Mazumdar.

GOGOL:
But it's our anniversary.

MOUSHUMI:
So, we'll celebrate.
Wish we didn't have to go.

Tonight of all nights.
We promised.

No, no, no, no. We didn't
promise. You promised.

I bought your gift.
Mmm-hmm.

Have you bought mine?
I'm not buying it,
I'm making it.

I'm designing a dream house
for you, Ms. Mazumdar.

So you're just gonna
have to wait.

So, we're thinking Prescott.

I'm sorry Why?
Prescott?

It's a family name.

What does it mean?
The name should mean something.

What does
Moushumi mean?

A damp,
southwesterly breeze.

Well, stop worrying.

If he doesn't like his name,
he can always change it.

I'd never change my name.
It's my grandmother's.

Nikhil changed his.

Really?

What do you mean,
he changed his name?

Nikhil, it wasn't the name
he was born with.

Well, what name
were you born with?

Gogol.

As in The Overcoat?
Yes.

Ah, I get it.

Nikolai Gogol.

Exactly.
What in the
world made

your parents
choose that name?

My father was a fan.

What I told you about
my name was personal.

:
Nobody cares.

It's not just some joke
or conversation piece, okay?

And for you to bring
it up in front of
these people...

These people happen
to be my friends.

You know, I had a life

before I met you.
You can't wish away my past!

You know I can't read French.

It's an offer to teach...
at the Sorbonne.

Don't worry. I turned it down.

I'm going to be a
good Bengali housewife,

and make samosas every
Thursday from scratch.

It's so hard to know
what to do sometimes.

I was looking at this Joseph
Campbell book the other day.

And he says
when you feel lost,

you should close your eyes

and think of when
you were most happy.

Not thrilled.

Just... deeply happy.

It's called
"following your bliss."

You wanna try it?

Well?

Ashima

Hmm.

I've been thinking of leaving.

Is that very
selfish of me?

You know, I thought now that the
children are both well settled.

* *

ASHIMA:
You don't know how

happy I am
that both my children

have found
their life partners.

You don't mind
that Ben's not Indian?

Times have changed.

No, I don't mind.

He's a very good boy,
you know?

And he makes Sonia
very happy.

She is following
her bliss.

You've been reading
Joseph Campbell.

: * Bonjour,
monsieur, bonjour, monsieur... *

* Bonjour, madame, madame... *

I still can't believe my little
sister's getting married.

Better believe
it, Goggles.

ASHIMA:
I have something
to say.

Gogol, I did not want
to tell you on the phone.

Uh, I have decided
to sell the house.

I am going
to do what

your father and I
had always planned.

Six months in India,

and six months here
with all of you.

And then I can
go ahead and start

my singing again in Calcutta.

That is, if any guru wants
a 45-year-old student.

Of course
they will.
Of course, Mom.

I want to be free.

Mm-hmm,
like your name.

GOGOL:
What do you mean?

Ashima means "without borders."

"Limitless."

Mo.

ASHIMA:
No Mo. Your ma.

Hey, Ma. What's up?

Uh, Gogol, there's a buyer
for the house.

Are they meeting your price?

Yes.

Then do it, Ma.

I have told them they will have
to wait until after Christmas.

Both of you are coming,
aren't you?

Of course.

It will be the last party
at Pemberton Road.

I know.

I don't see it.

Ooh.

So, this year...

Mm-hmm.

...they're renting a house
in the Pyrenees for the summer.

Oh.

And I told them
we might join them.

Astrid and Donald
for an entire summer.

Can't.

Yeah, but the Pyrenees
are so beautiful.

Pierre says it's
possibly...

Who's Pierre?

Hmm?

Are you having
an affair?

Are you?

(train cars whirring
and rattling)

Who is he?

Someone I've known
a long time.

Why?!

I saw myself
becoming my mother.

I saw myself stuck.

Look, maybe it's not enough
that we're both Bengali.

That's not why I love you.

So, when are
you giving us
the good news?

Just because
your mother's going

doesn't mean you have
to forget about us.

Yes. You must
come over.

You should
not feel shy.

Hey...
Hey.

Remember, we're
your family, also.

Mm-hmm.
And we're
still there.

Thanks.

Dude, I am never gonna
remember all these names.

It's all right, man.
You don't have to.

Just call everyone Auntie.
You'll be fine.

Sonia?
Where's Moushumi?

* You are not far wrong
if you think... *

Ah.

Take into considering
our evolutionary stage.

Uh-huh.

* ...morals could lose... *
Nah. Nah.

Lose, lose.
Morals lose.

And about morals,
we care a hang if you think...

* You are an awful good... *

(distant singing
and chatter)

* From the above...
*

* ...Neither fish
nor flesh... *

Ah.

We all came out
of Gogol's overcoat.

One day, you will understand.

Hey, Gogoli.

Hey, Ma.

Oh, Baba...

Everything is okay?

Hmm, between Moushumi
and you, hmm?

Ma, Moushumi
found someone else.

Some... some old boyfriend.

A French guy
named Pierre.

For once, somebody else's name
bothered me more than my own.

Oh.

It is all
my fault.

I am sorry, Gogol.

Ma...

Ma, it has nothing
to do with you.

We're different people.

We wanted different things.

I will not go back
to India now.

I cannot go.

Oh, you have to go.

Listen to me...

you know, I-I know that
I'm supposed to be devastated.

Everybody's gone,

but... I know this is
gonna sound crazy, but

for the first time in my life,
I actually feel free.

Look...

Look what I found.

It's Baba's graduation gift
from high school.

See?

ASHOKE:
"For Gogol Ganguli.

"The man who gave you his name,

from the man
who gave you your name."

There are no
accidents, Gogol.

Baba made you find it.

He is with us.

* *

ASHIMA:
Don't go so far

that I cannot see you!

He's too
little!

Jump, jump.

The camera.

It is in the car.

All this way, and no picture.

Huh?

We just have to
remember it then, huh?

Will you remember
this day, Gogol?

How long do I have
to remember it?

Ah, remember it always.

Remember that you
and I made the journey,

and went together to a place

where there was nowhere
left to go.

ASHIMA:
For 25 years,
I missed my life in India.

And now,
I will miss my life here,

and all of you

who became my family.

I will miss

living with my daughter

and the surprising
friendship we formed.

I will miss phoning my son

at all times of day or night.

And I will miss
this country

in which I had grown to know
and love my husband.

And though his ashes
are scattered in the Ganges...

...it is here, in this house,

in this town,

amongst all of you...

that he will continue
to dwell in my heart.

Hear, hear!

Long live Ashima.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Cheers.
Cheers.
Cheers.

Cheers.

Thank you.

GOGOL:
"After several minutes
blushing all over,

"he begin reassuring them
quite simple-heartedly

"that it was not
a new overcoat at all.

"That it was just so,
that it was an old overcoat.

"Finally, one of the clerks,

"even some sort of assistant
to the chief clerk said,

"'So be it.

I'll throw a party instead
of Akaky Akakyevich...'"

ASHOKE:
Pack a pillow and blanket.

Go, see the world.

You will never regret it,
Gogol.

(woman singing
traditional Indian melody)

* *

* How many roads
have I wandered? *

* None, and each my own *

* Behind me the bridges
have crumbled *

* No question of return *

* Nowhere to go
but the horizon *

* Where then will
I call my home? *

* Nowhere to go
but the horizon *

* Where then will
I call my home? *

* How many roads
have I wandered? *

* None, and each my own *

* Behind me the bridges
have crumbled *

* Where then
will I call my home? *

* Where then will I call
my home? *

* Where then *

* Will I call my... *

* Home? *

(atmospheric electronic
music plays)

* Someday *

* The wind will change
and you will see me clearly *

* One day *

* But that's a million
somedays from today *

* Lately *

* The sunshine makes
a different shape around me *

* Lately *

* My music has a different sound
to show me *

* Oh, lately *

* I ask questions
of the world *

* No one's listening *

* Falling, falling *

* Falling *

* Or am I flying? *

* Flying, flying, flying *

* Or am I falling? *

* Falling, falling *

* Falling, falling *

* Falling... *
(female backup singer
wails accompaniment)

* Or am I flying? *