May we march forward With a common goal
May we be open-minded
And work together In harmony
May we march forward With a common goal
May we be open-minded
And work together In harmony
May our prayers be one
As a society
May we have the same mind And heart
And belong to the same brotherhood
May we march forward With a common goal
May we be open-minded
And work together In harmony
May our aspirations Be harmonious
May our minds be in unison
May we strive to reduce disparity
May we be bound In strong fellowship & unity
May we march forward With a common goal
May we be open-minded
And work together In harmony.
My mother-in-law must be your age.
She got a knee replacement.
-Is it? -Yes.
Put her in charge of her grandson. It will heal all her ailments.
True!
Yaman Shastry?
Yaman, come.
Momoji… Come on!
Momoji, come!
No nicknames in school, please!
Come.
-Hello. Please have a seat. -Hello.
Yaman.
English Literature- A+.
Science- A.
Arts- A.
Music- A+!
Obviously!
It's Guruji who nurtured the entire school's music skills!
But…
Maths… B+? Why, Yaman?
Even his dad regularly flunked Math.
I know, that as grandparents
you two are taking great care of him.
But there are certain things only the parents can handle.
Like… there are new-age apps to teach math.
You see, Yaman's parents are busy these days.
-They rarely come over from Mumbai. -Oh.
Is this the app you're talking about?
Yes, Sir.
Okay.
Just wait and watch, he'll score an A+ in Math, as well.
-Alright. -Isn't it?
SAND DUNES
Grandma,
why don't you make my sketch just like you made uncle's?
Yaman…
Come here.
Tell your mother about your report card.
Action!
Good evening, Mom!
Welcome to "Momoji Times"!
Let's start the evening with a good news!
I scored the second position in my class, Mom!
They gave me an A and an A+ in seven subjects!
And who will tell Mom about Maths?
Well, I scored a bit less in Math.
I got a B+.
But now I want my gift.
-Mom, 16 momos! -Hey! Only four!
Please, Grandma!
Okay, Mom…
-Eight! -Eight?!
Four!
Okay, four.
Mom, four. And yes…
I learned a new raga from Guruji.
I'll sing it to you someday.
And I have to play the video game with Dad!
Okay, Mom?
Okay.
Momoji!
-Momoji… -Hey… Yaman…
-Momoji! Momoji! -Mom, not four! At least, ten.
-Okay, Mom! -Momoji!
Please give me the phone…
Swoops past like a wild wind!
A powerhouse of unique mischiefs!
You better not fall for him!
You won't know what you're in for!
Swoops past like a wild wind!
A powerhouse of unique mischiefs!
You better not fall for him!
You won't know what you're in for!
He's a monkey gone wild! He's a cute little wonder!
He's a tiny earthquake! Our naughty boy!
He may be small! But he's a huge deal!
Our naughty boy!
He may look pocket-sized! But he can drive you crazy!
He's a thunder packed In a small packet!
He can change your world In the blink of an eye!
He's smart Somewhat adamant too
You'll want to kiss him He's sweet as sugar
He's a monkey gone wild! He's a mouse on the run!
He's a cute little wonder! He's a tiny earthquake!
-Our naughty boy! -Our naughty boy!
He may be small But he is a huge deal
-Our naughty boy! -Our naughty boy!
Madam.
Madam… forgive us this one time.
A total of 57,414 rupees.
You failed to pay the EMI for four months.
The market is down, Madam.
We're hardly making any money.
-Will you pay with a check or cash? -I prayed to Lord Ganpati,
"God, send a thief to steal my truck.
Then I can pay Madam the EMI from its insurance money.”
But imagine my luck! Even my truck won't get stolen!
I give you two weeks.
If you don't pay up the EMI,
instead of a thief, I'll come and take your truck.
What will you gain from it, Madam? Listen, madam!
Madam… Madam, just a minute…
Pallavi, look at the time.
Boss is waiting for you.
Kuhu has been throwing up. I couldn't leave her alone.
Why, what about your nanny?
Don't even get there!
She is a useless woman!
She sleeps the whole time!
My neighbors go crazy ringing the bell to wake her up!
Besides, not everyone is as lucky as you are, babes.
You have the best creche in the world! Grandparent's daycare!
I'm lucky? Yeah, right.
You can go home to your kid, hug her, and feel her fragrance.
Forget holding my kid…
I don't even get to see him.
I'm just his "WhatsApp Mom".
You published our game without informing me and my team?!
Congratulations, Malhar!
You saw your game's reviews? It's super-hit!
-Congrats, bro! -What about the IPR?
The team's credit? And the revenue share?
Come aside, bro.
I've given you and your team a break in this industry!
To hell with your break!
We worked on the game for five years! Forget about me,
-couldn't you give credit to the interns? -It's my company.
-The credit too is mine, right? -We developed it with our money!
-We'll build another game, bro. -I'm not your bro, you cheat!
Cheat?!
Hey, you!
Don't overreact!
You're nothing without my money, got it?
This is your first-ever game review.
What did you make before this?
"Dhichkao, dhichkao, vroom, vroom"?
You haven't given me a break.
It's you who got a break by publishing my game!
I'll show you!
You…
Hop on, Panchgani, Satara…
Satara! Satara! Get on the bus.
-That's my seat. -I'll sit here today. My reward.
After so long you had a job that you preferred, Malhar.
At what cost?
They took away my credit, IPR, revenue, everything!
Brother, give me one.
Twenty. Chickpeas!
Chickpeas for twenty bucks!
You have some change?
You want it all from one job!
How can you be so impatient?
What was I supposed to do? Tolerate it silently?
Look at me.
The only woman among 32 collection agents.
From Buldhana to Ratlam, to Nagpur for nine years.
-This one? -Yes. The telescope.
From one highway to another.
Did I quit the job?
Malhar, are you even listening?
It's only you that I ever listen to.
Look, Momoji's prize! Nice?
Now what?
What else…
I'll stay at home and develop the game.
Pay him.
-How much? -It's 150 rupees.
I think I should become a house-husband.
-Toy! Toy! -Yes.
Toys for kids!
Brooming, washing, dusting…
I'll do all the chores.
And we'll bring Momoji with us.
Will you be able to convince Guruji?
Look, we have 32 teeth, son.
So, chew 32 times.
Then he'll take three hours to finish his food… Chewing away!
I've only chewed 20 times so far.
Mom, Dad!
My momos are here!
-Shilpi… -Yes, I'm going.
Hi!
-Yay! -Hey!
Yoo-hoo!
Look, what I got you!
-Momos! -And… your favorite toy!
Come, let's go in!
Hey… Hello.
-Momos! -Momos!
-We'll have momos tonight! -Not tonight, tomorrow.
Put it in the fridge now.
Mom, please let him have it.
But he's having rice and lentils tonight. With a lot of ghee.
-Homemade ghee! -Mom,
he eats that stuff every day.
You could let him have momos tonight.
It's his favorite.
We could have if you had come on time.
He can't go hungry until you arrive, right?
It's got flour in it, son.
He won't be able to digest it.
Mom, he must get used to this kind of food, as well.
He's getting too pampered over here anyway.
Come on, the last four bites.
Last four bites…
Yaman,
what has your grandma taught you? Don't waste food. Come on.
Hey, where are you going?
Oh, no… Now I've to follow you around!
Mischievous lad!
Here I come…
Is your chest pain better?
And the blood pressure?
You live on your wife's income.
Obviously, you dance to her tunes.
Whatever you have to say, say it clearly.
We want to…
take Momoji to Mumbai.
I've quit my job.
I'll stay home and look after him.
I'll put my son in the best school in Mumbai.
Best school?
How will you pay for it?
Oh, right.
Your wife will?
Of course.
It's high time he comes to stay with us.
Or else he'll never grow close to his parents.
Guruji?
Guruji…
Find a decent job first.
Earn your own money.
Become a capable father.
Then, we'll talk.
Give him time, if you can.
Not bribes.
Come on, Dad! Save your planet!
My player will defeat you!
Wow, boy! Move aside.
Seems like you will win the game!
-Momoji, it's late! -Mom, move!
Come on, you have school tomorrow.
No! I want to sleep here! With Mom and Dad!
You have school tomorrow, dear. You won't be able to wake up.
And what's the timetable Guruji set for your sleep?
It's 10:00 p.m.
Yes. And look at the time now.
It's 11:15 p.m. Let's go to sleep.
Or Guruji will be angry!
Big Boss wants Grandma to leave right now!
She doesn't let me sleep with my mom and dad.
That's not nice. Where did you learn that?
He keeps watching the TV with Shilpi.
But there's only one Big Boss in this house.
That's Guruji.
Now, come!
If we sleep early, we can wake up early.
And we can go to school early!
Right?
Every single time she does this.
Why can't she let him sleep with us for one night?
Why does she forget that I am Momoji's mom?
Not her.
Hello.
Is this an appropriate time to call?
No phone calls now.
I'll come and talk to you at Kolhapur tomorrow. Now hang up!
It's okay, baby.
You go.
And you?
I'll be here.
Chintu has come down from the USA.
I'll be meeting him tomorrow.
Did you talk about Momoji?
Am I worthless?
Tell me!
He thinks I'm worthless.
Do you think so, as well?
And what has he done?
Spent his life in a century-old ancestral home.
And he thinks I'm the one who is worthless?
I have decided!
I'll go to his school and talk to his principal tomorrow.
I'll take Momoji along no matter what!
I'm not leaving my son behind over here!
Sadashiv Bapat passed away after four days of fever.
Asad Hussain. 15,000 platelet count!
He died, as well!
Umesh Kulkarni…
from Shanivar Peth.
Even he died after four days in a coma.
Dengue is very common these days.
It's spreading everywhere.
You should return soon.
Okay? You two must return as soon as possible.
By morning, okay?
Sorry…
Oh my God!
Wake up, Son.
You're getting late for school. Come on.
Just five more minutes.
There are 300 seconds in five minutes.
You shouldn't waste even a second. Come on.
Let the kid wake up properly. Then you can teach him.
Come on, my dear prince!
We have to go to school now!
Three times forward. Open your mouth.
Three times backward.
-Three times above, three times below. -Very good. Come.
Come on!
Good morning, Mom!
Good morning, Son.
Come.
Shilpi.
-Tea. -Coming!
Shilpi,
-Yes? -bring his tiffin.
-Yes, I'll bring it. -Shilpi auntie… Shoes!
-Mom, should I help with it? -Yes, the tie…
Shilpi, tea, Shilpi, tiffin, Shilpi, shoes…
Shilpi, Shilpi, Shilpi!
-Stop grumbling. -Why doesn't this shut?!
What will happen if I'm not here?
-Madam, I'll bring you tea. -Oh, no, Mom! It's too tight!
-I am sorry, dear. -I'll fix it.
Momos! Momos!
Grandma, pack all of them!
Will your tiny stomach be able to fit them all?
I have a huge stomach, Grandma!
Mom, why did you slice the apple?
Grandma gives me the whole of it.
A sliced apple turns black after some time, that's why he's complaining.
You don't bother. I'll give him an entire apple.
Momoji!
Momoji's momo party!
Good morning, Dad-boss!
-Good morning, Momoji! -Bye!
Come on, you're late!
Come on, fast.
-From school, get your… -Come, or else you'll get a late slip.
I won't bring it.
Otherwise, we won't be able to finish the project.
I'll complain to the Big Boss.
Mischievous lad!
Say bye to everyone!
Bye, Grandma. Bye, Mom. Bye, Shilpi auntie.
Bye, home.
Bye, garden. Bye, gate.
-Bye, bird. -Bye, caterpillar.
Bye, trees.
Bye, car.
Say… Bye, trees!
Guruji, when Freddie Mercury was only 12,
he started his band in Panchgani!
-Is it? -You know who he is?
World's biggest rockstar!
I see!
Shivaputra Siddharamayya Komkalimath.
What was he named when he was five?
-Kumar Gandharva. -Very good!
Son, India has given the world some of the greatest singers.
Pandit Bhimsen Joshi, Vidushi Kishori Amonkar,
tabla maestro, Alla Rakha,
sitar player, Vilayat Khan…
Many eminent musicians of our land made this place their home.
It's not wrong to know about Freddie Mercury.
But first, get to know your roots. Got it?
That's how one can achieve one's place in this world!
-I got it, Guruji! -Right!
After completing chores of several houses,
I have to come and make their laddoos!
Is there some festival to prepare laddoos?!
It's the same demand every day!
I'll get your tea.
Very annoying!
I won't accept it this time.
Keep it, Mom.
It's for Momoji.
There's enough for Momoji.
Whatever you gave in the last eight years,
we put it all in the savings.
Besides, our pensions, Guruji's music tuitions…
It's enough for us.
You keep it.
Malhar doesn't have a job.
Mom, I earn enough for both of us to live comfortably.
Please keep it.
What will we do with so much money?
Everything is for Momoji.
But I couldn't do anything for my son.
Tightly hugging him to sleep,
staying up with him,
bathing him,
school, breakfast, tiffin…
making sweets for him like this…
Pallavi, Ayesha, Tara…
All of them are working mothers, Mom.
Pallavi is a single mom, yet she manages to take care of her kid.
All by herself.
-I can do it, as well. -Twelve hours of office.
Whatever is left of your life, is wasted in traffic.
How will you do it?
Momoji was only three months old.
Remember how sick he was?
Malhar called me up,
and I rushed to your place…
without letting Guruji know!
That was the first time I saw him!
You two had tightly wrapped him in a quilt because he had a high fever!
You came and immediately put him in ice water.
I was so scared!
Did you two know how to handle a baby?
But now he has grown up.
Let him come with us, please?
I'll hire a nanny, Malhar will work from home…
We'll manage.
I… miss him a lot.
Taste it and tell me how it is.
This is the historic ground of Panchgani's Shastry Mansion!
And I'm Sunil Doshi!
And this is Prakash James Wilson!
Team Oldies are being led by,
Mr. Manohar Shastry!
And facing him as a bowler
-is Mr. Pinku! -Hey, hey!
Rascal! Take my name with respect!
-Okay, Pinku Mehta! -Better.
And suddenly Mr. Malhar Shastry has joined the Kids' team.
You come here. I'll hit on that side.
Why are you taking orders from him? You're on my team!
My driver takes my orders.
Park right there.
And even before the match begins,
-sledging starts! -Forget it, bro.
Momoji…
What's going on?
What is this?
-Momo is running away from the field! -Hey, Momoji!
Where's he going? Momoji is simply running.
-He's running and he's running, -Running…
-and he is running! -Mom! Mom!
Oh!
-Be good to Grandma and Guruji, okay? -We are a team.
Don't worry, Mom.
What a touching moment!
Momoji kisses his mother, she kisses him back.
Go!
Momoji getting a grasp over his emotions,
prancing back into the field!
It reminds me of an incident in 1996…
Shane Warne's mother, Brigitte Warne
had entered the cricket field!
She too placed a kiss on Shane Warne's forehead.
-Very good, Momo! -Very good!
Get back to the game!
Come on, Momoji! Come on!
And now, we get back to the game with all valor!
And…
What a shot! And it is a six!
-Six! -Wonderful!
Okay, Grandma.
I have no respite.
The day will go by but my work won't finish.
I'll miss my TV soap.
I won't be able to watch it anyway!
It's just too much!
The tiles are ancestral, brother. Careful.
It's time you changed them, sir.
Your medicine.
This is what your son is doing here.
Drinking.
Where's he?
He went to Chintu's place. It's his mom's death anniversary.
He'll be celebrating mine any day!
What rubbish!
Why did you let Yaman go with him?
-Well, he is his father. -Father, my foot!
Where are you off to?
To bring the kid.
But, he's gone with his dad…
Sir, clutch.
It will be a loss for me if you drive the car with your foot on the clutch.
-I'll deduct it from your pay! -Take your medicine first.
SHASTRY MANSION
WET WASTE DRY WASTE
Dad, look! Fireflies!
So, tell me, why do fireflies glitter?
They signal their blind friends with the light.
Really?
But tell me,
where does their light come from?
It's the luciferin chemicals inside them.
Luciferin chemicals?
You're quite wise!
Guruji taught me!
You're a firefly, a star
My nights are moonless
When your eyes sparkle
My sadness vanishes
Why are you this lovely?
Your laughter is infectious!
When I go away from you
My eyes well up
Your tiny palms
Their touch give me hope
Your nascent fingers
Give meaning to my life
You're a spring of joy
You're a sweet mischief
You're a spring of joy
You're a sweet mischief
Your sweet, witty words
Teach me something new every day
Please remain just as you are
My sparkling firefly!
May life's struggles
Never perturb you
May you never grow up
My thoughts scare me
A star, awake through the night
My friend through dark times
Your naive chatters
Are lullaby to my ears
You're a firefly, a star
My nights are moonless
When your eyes sparkle
My sadness vanishes
Uncle, I am here for a month…
to sort out the property papers.
Let me know if you need any help.
After all, we were neighbors for 42 years.
Of course.
Mom, he wants chicken!
Come inside.
Auntie couldn't spend enough time with Niki and Vicky.
Yes, Son…
No…
I have a cough and a bit of a breathing issue.
No, I'm okay.
Mom's okay, Son.
Though…
she fell down in the bathroom ten days ago,
the orthopedic surgeon said she needs a hip replacement.
It's alright, any way you're coming.
We'll get it done when you are here.
And… the toilet needs repairing.
We'll start with it once you come.
For now…
we're using the servant's toilet.
Hello?
Hello…
He hung up! Disconnected!
Man, you're such a good liar!
The thing with these NRIs is…
the moment they find out there is some issue with the toilet,
they take a U-turn right away!
Kids these days are like that!
At least your son still bothers to call you up.
That useless son of mine? He doesn't even call!
Does he have a kid?
No.
Let him have a kid.
He'll fly you and your wife there in business class!
I'm not lying!
He will show you the glam life of America,
the nightlife of Las Vegas,
and even the Statue of Liberty.
And then, he will destroy any liberty you two have.
Where in the USA will they find cheap and emotional caretakers like us?
You know, Doshi…
Caretakers in the USA… What are they called? Nanny!
-Nanny. -Do you know how much they charge?
Hundred dollars a week.
Rubbish!
Hundred dollars for an hour.
-What?! -Yes!
And if the kid cries for more than ten minutes, 25 dollars extra.
-What?! -Yes!
So, they teach the kids not to cry for more than ten minutes!
-Really? -Yes!
But why don't you let your son come?
What's the use?
I raised him, got him married, and gave him property. All's done now.
What's left now?
Tell me one thing.
You do all the duties for your grandson.
Taking him to school, helping with his homework,
-why do you do it? -Why?
If you refuse,
you'll be sent to an old age home.
Yes!
Whatever you're doing, it's basically a tax payment for your old age.
Old age tax.
Has Yaman returned?
He isn't back yet.
Not yet?
Okay.
Look at him, a dedicated nanny.
You remember the talent hunt fest?
Of course.
Your first web design.
And your first business deal.
Not just a business deal! For those times,
a turnover of 20,000! Cheers to that!
Honestly, bro,
half of Panchgani is still using our websites.
So, have you finally learned to handle business negotiations?
Sir, it's you who went to Stanford, not me.
You know how I had to make it from Panchgani to Mumbai.
After my elder brother Lalit died,
I just fled, bro.
Fled from this situation.
And then I met Mallika.
But I didn't tell my folks about marrying her.
I knew they wouldn't understand.
Now, my life revolves just around my son and my wife.
That's why you dumped your kid with your parents.
-Hey, you! -I'm just messing with you.
My mom forcibly took him and brought him here.
He was just three months old.
We weren't being able to take care of him.
And Mallika's job was very…
demanding.
To be honest,
I was still struggling.
Let me tell you something.
When your kid lives with you,
he grows up seeing our struggles and sacrifices.
Bro, dad's shirt drenched in sweat,
mom serving food, making pasta even after a hard day of work,
dad chopping veggies while he's on a conference call, like this.
Mom drops him to school, then goes to her office.
Dad is struggling and yet he finds time for the kid.
Mom, dad, son, all that struggle! All that chaos and adjustment!
That…
That is family!
That is life, buddy!
It's beautiful!
Why do we go to our grandparents? To get pampered.
But I must tell you that pampering can spoil the kids.
To grow into a self-reliant being,
the kid needs his parents.
That's our job.
Cheers to parenthood!
Bro, I'll just check on Momoji.
I'll be back.
Hey! Shit!
Don't worry, sweetheart! Nothing has--
Nothing has happened… Nothing's wrong!
It's all good…
Why did you leave me alone?
What happened?
Mom, we were playing "Game of War."
-What! -He was the tyrant.
Don't worry. You will be fine.
-I'll get some medicine. -No, just ice, please.
-It's nothing! -Why did you leave me alone?
No, I was right here.
I was here, Son. I was right here.
That's a lie. You were not here.
I kept calling out to you so many times!
But you didn't come!
They were beating me up.
Hey, this isn't beating up. It's just a game, Son.
I've fallen down so many times, I have hurt myself, as well!
That's how we become strong! Right?
I don't want to be strong!
I want to go home!
To Grandma and Guruji!
Momoji?
Look, honey, these things happen.
We fall down, we get wounded.
No need to get your grandparents worried by telling them, okay?
This is our secret, okay?
Honey,
you'll remember, won't you?
Yeah!
Hey! Momo!
-Grandma, Guruji! -Momo!
-Hey, Momoji!
What happened? Why are you crying?
-Yaman? -He's crying.
What happened, Son?
-What happened? -What's wrong with the kid?
-All the kids… -What did you do to the kid?
All the other kids made me the tyrant in the game,
and they hit me a lot! They hit me hard!
I was bleeding!
-Oh, no! -It's noth--
-Son, don't lie! Nothing serious, Mom! -Let me have a look, Son.
What's wrong with you?! Why'd the poor kid lie?
But it's no big deal. The kids were playing,
he must have got hurt.
What were they playing? A video game?
It's alright.
Is it hurting? Yeah?
Wait.
It's swollen up? It's okay, I'll put medicine.
It's alright, you will be fine.
He won't ever be fine. You know what his problem is?
He never plays with kids his age! He's always with you people!
He has no friends! He doesn't know how to make friends!
He has already grown old!
-He's behaving like… -Like? Like who?
Like who?!
Mom, remember how many times I've hurt myself?
Bruised knees, elbows, I still have marks!
Wounds are a part of growing up, Mom!
Where were you when he got wounded?
Where were you?!
You couldn't take care of him for one evening!
And you want to take him to Mumbai?!
You think the kid's a mobile game?
You'll be alright, dear.
I gave you medicine, right? It will heal.
Son… Son…
Why did you do this?
Okay?
Good!
-You look tired, why so? -There's repair work going on at home.
I see.
-Mom! -Mom!
-Bye! -Bye!
-There he is! -Guruji!
There he comes!
-Guruji! -Here he comes!
Hello, Doshi Grandpa!
Son, just call me grandpa! Come.
-What did you do in school today? -I had fun!
-Really? Now, let's go. -Great!
I'm a good monitor, Guruji. My voice has power now.
Class! Be quiet!
Stand in line! Am I not a good monitor?
You are!
I'll check everyone's homework daily.
I won't let them waste their tiffin.
And you know, Guruji… in my class…
Guruji? Guruji!
Get up, talk to me! Are you hurt?
Guruji…
Please get up, Guruji!
Help!
Guruji! Guruji…
Want to strike a partnership again?
What?
Stop being cryptic, Chintu.
Look, you're more interested in "learning games."
Like that Bangalore-based gaming company.
That company was sold for 360 million dollars.
We could do it, as well.
Your games, my investors.
Your ideas, my management.
The revenue sharing will be 60-40, but…
a 50-50 IPR.
And… 100% credit!
We can do it, man!
I seriously feel you need to get out of this place, bro.
Just come to the USA with Mallika and Yaman, I'll see to the rest.
I'll take care of everything else!
What are you thinking about? Your own gaming studio!
Your freaking dream, brother!
Hello…
What?!
I'll be there right away!
I have spoken to a hospital in Mumbai.
First, they'll conduct a TMT.
If…
they suspect a blockage in the treadmill test,
then, an angiogram.
And if the angiogram comes out to be positive…
then we immediately go for an angioplasty.
Or, a bypass surgery.
Here are the insurance papers. And keep this money.
It will help with the treatment.
-I'll manage it myself, Mom. -But how?
You've even quit your job.
These days, you don't tell me anything.
Mom, come, sit.
Sit.
There's some good news.
Chintu gave me a business offer.
He wants to start a gaming company in San Francisco.
He's paying me in advance!
I'll be taking Mallika and Momoji to the USA! Mom, just imagine,
Momoji will study in the USA!
Did you tell this to Guruji?
-Is it why he had a heart attack? -No, you're the first to know!
You two can go wherever you want.
Open a gaming parlor or a food joint, if you will in the USA!
Momoji is not going anywhere!
Momoji is our son, right? Hope you know that?
-Eventually, he has to stay with us! -Just shut up!
Malhar,
he will be on the cardio program for some months.
His medicines, his lifestyle,
and most important thing, no stress.
If there's chest pain again, we go for a bypass surgery.
He has to be very careful. Okay?
What should I do?
Stay for three months or go away?
Or wait for the bypass? Tell me, what do I do?
Give it some time.
Wait and watch.
Vodka mix.
This one?
Whenever something positive is about to happen in my life,
some problem or the other springs up!
It's a great offer.
Don't miss it.
You go. I will manage everything here.
I won't go without you!
I'm only going if you're coming.
And we will take Momoji with us.
And leave Guruji alone in this condition?
He needs our support.
If Momoji comes to the USA with us,
it will unburden him!
How can they keep up with the kid at their age?
They're not getting any younger!
It's not that easy.
But we must understand their situation, as well.
Being a mother, I can understand. But you don't?
Momoji has lived with them for seven years.
Seven years!
But you…
and your Guruji…
Both are adamant.
Guruji?
It's not even seven, where are you going?
-Home. -Home?
Guruji!
Go slow.
I'm driving at 60.
That speedometer is not working.
After all, it's your car.
Careful, these are hilly roads.
It's an open highway.
Did you overtake that guy without giving an indicator?
I had already given an indicator.
Switch to second gear. What's the hurry?
Actually, why don't you drive? Come on!
We'll get into an accident if you keep poking me!
Last night, I woke up suddenly.
I was very thirsty.
There was no water in the bottle.
I opened the fridge.
No water in there, as well.
There was a bottle on the kitchen table.
I took a gulp from that.
My throat, chest, stomach…
Everything was burning!
What was in the bottle?
Vodka mix.
In the fridge, in the kitchen, on the table… Vodka mix!
Even in Panchgani, under the bed, outside the window,
in the garden… Vodka mix!
You should be sent to rehab!
Drunkard!
Fine! Alcoholic, spineless, characterless, I am all of that!
But it's my life!
I'll live it however I want! Do whatever I wish!
You have a problem with everything I do!
Me, my character, my lifestyle, you have a problem with it all!
And if you're talking about my career, well, I'm not worthless!
I'm starting a business!
I'm moving to the USA with my family!
With Momoji!
And I challenge you!
I will take my son with me to the USA!
Let's see if you can stop me!
Guruji, what are you doing?!
Guruji! Hey, shut the door! Hey!
What the heck, Guruji?! Hey!
Gur-- Guruji!
Guruji! Stop!
Guruji, what are you doing?
Guruji, please! I'm sorry!
Please, Guruji! What are you doing? Please sit in the car!
Guruji, please! Don't make a scene on the road, please!
Guruji, please!
Where is Guruji?
On the highway, he got out of the car.
What do you mean?
And you let him?
In this condition?
Mom, I begged, I pleaded, I fell at his feet.
But does he ever listen to me?
I knew it.
Something is bound to go wrong when you two are together.
Momoji, don't run around. You'll hurt yourself.
Mom, pack Momoji's clothes. I'm taking him to Mumbai today.
His vacation is just a week away. You can take him then.
No, Mom. I can't wait anymore.
He's very naughty when you both are around.
How will you handle him?
-Momoji, go, eat. -Come. Open your mouth.
You shouldn't have left Guruji alone. God knows where he is…
-Oh, God, protect him… -Momoji, go there right now.
Does he ever listen to me?
-Momoji! -Momoji,
look what you did! Can't you hear? You just won't behave!
Hey, come here!
-Son! -One tight slap and--
Stop right there!
Lower your hand!
Leave the kid!
How dare you!
You have no right to beat him!
No one else does either.
You challenged me, right?
That you'll take him to the USA?
Malhar Shastry,
I accept your challenge!
Now, we shall only talk in court.
The plaintiff.
Mr. Jitesh Mehta.
Your opening statement, please.
Your Honor,
to quote Dale Carnegie.
“When dealing with people, let's remember,
we're not dealing with creatures of logic.
We're dealing with creatures of emotions.”
And Your Honor, I know that inside a courtroom,
there is no place for emotions.
So, I do not wish to talk about my client Manohar Shastry's emotions today.
I'll only talk about his legal rights.
Your Honor,
according to the 1890 Guardians and Wards Act, Section 19-
A guardian can claim the legal guardianship of the kid
if the father is deemed unfit to be a good guardian.
And most importantly, the Honorable Supreme Court
highlights one point repeatedly, regarding child custody.
There is no legal right bigger than
the child's happiness, interest, and welfare.
Not even the power and the rights of the parents
under any circumstances!
Seven years ago, since Yaman was only three months old,
he has been living with his paternal grandparents.
Your Honor,
This here…
is a letter from the school records.
Mr. Malhar signed it himself.
He has declared over here,
that in the condition of his absence,
it's the grandparents who are the kid's guardians.
No, my Lord.
My client Manohar Shastry doesn't want the right to be the father.
He just wants the right to be Master Yaman Shastry's guardian.
So, here a vital question arises. Who is the legal guardian?
The kid's parents?
Who have only visited him every two weeks for the last seven years?
Or the grandparents?
Who, for those seven years, responsibly raised the kid,
and sheltered him with affection.
With all their love!
And now, when that kid is seven years old,
the father comes claiming
that he'll take the kid to America! Why?!
Who gave this father that right?
Your Honor, who are the real guardians?
The kid's biological parents who never cared?!
Or the care-giving grandparents of the kid?
Who is the guardian?
Devaki or Yashoda?
That's all, your Honor.
Defendant.
Ms. Shalini Patwardhan.
Thank you, my Lord.
Your Honor, my humble question is,
is this even a case?
"Who is the rightful guardian?"
If the court begins to entertain such cases,
parents will be scared to leave their kids with their grandparents.
It will set a bad precedent, your Honor.
In today's times, grandparents must support their kids,
who are working parents…
instead of obstructing them from advancing in life.
Your Honor, this case wants to rob a child of his rightful share of parental love!
The case is against advancement and against the child, as well!
It's the most regressive appeal I've ever heard!
If I have your permission, I'd like to present an example.
Thank you, my Lord.
Many people from Mumbai
buy homes at places like Karjat, Lonavala, and Panchgani.
Weekend homes.
They hire a caretaker,
to submit the electricity, water, and cable bills on time.
The caretaker takes a good salary for doing this.
Now, say, the owner wants to sell this house.
And the caretaker says, “No! Take my permission first.
I've been taking care of this house for seven years, so, even I own it.”
Would you deem him correct in claiming so?
Your Honor, this case must be dismissed immediately
because it's just a ruthless effort of an adamant father
to destroy his son's life.
Your Honor, this case is a testimony
of a parent's cruelty against their own child.
Objection, my Lord!
Miss Shalini Patwardhan is forgetting a point here.
There's a vast difference between a caretaker and a grandparent.
A caretaker charges money to take care of the house.
We're talking about blood ties here!
And for your kind information,
my client has never charged a penny to take care of the kid.
-Objection, your Honor. -Of course, they have.
His client did take money.
We made an FD out of it for the kid!
-Statement… -Just a minute.
In spite of being a senior, my learned senior looks like
you haven't done your homework well.
Your Honor,
my client gave Mr. Shastry's wife
a monthly sum for the kid's upkeep.
I see a clear give-and-take story in these blood ties.
It's sad, but that's the bitter truth of this case, your Honor.
-Shalini madam. -Yes?
I have in fact done my homework impeccably.
Your Honor, this here…
is the bank statement.
She says that her client paid my client for the kid's upkeep.
Yet my client never even touched a penny from that.
Every bit of it was put aside as the kid's savings and FDs.
Wow.
Your Honor, my capable opponent has come up with great proof!
It's like, a bribe was surely put on the table.
But then the receiver says, “I never touched it!”
After all, the money is lying in his client's account!
So, what are we talking about?
Your Honor,
no matter how kind you are, all you get in return are brickbats.
That is what happened with my client in this case.
That's all for now, Your Honor.
In our present society,
this case is very important.
Because it is about the future of a child.
And I think
we should discuss this with utmost responsibility.
Hence, the next hearing of this case…
will be on the 5th.
The court is adjourned for the day.
Hey! Stop the truck! Get him out of the vehicle!
Enough of chasing you! Get off!
Seize his truck. Get off!
-Hello. -Get down!
-Come on! -Get down!
-Yes, Malhar? -Get down!
-Come on! -What happened at the court?
-Get down! -Did the judge dismiss the case?
No, this will go on for a while.
But he must've said something, right?
The next date is on the 5th.
I… I'll call you back.
Your wife is a frequent visitor here.
That's how we became friends.
Her job is such, after all.
I know.
Hospital and court visits… I don't even wish it on my foes.
Make two cups of tea.
-Yes. -With lots of sugar and cream.
It must be very hard for you.
After all, he is your father.
And these days legal battles have become a joke.
"The crow was fed by him and it shat on my roof.
Sue the neighbor."
"The rain took down the roof. Sue the plumber."
Your dad's the same.
The suing kind.
There will be a cross-examination next week.
Will you manage?
I hope… he won't be humiliated.
The father files a case against the son,
and their dirty laundry won't be washed in public…
How is that possible?
For the first time, Manohar Shastry was insulted publicly in court.
Because of you.
I forbade you, yet you continued to take money from daughter-in-law.
Now, everyone will think we took money to raise Yaman!
Your Honor,
allow me to call Mr. Manohar Shastry to the witness box.
-You're allowed. -Guruji.
You were… a music teacher?
For 42 years.
But you got a four-year extension even after retirement.
-Yes. -Why?
Maybe they liked my work.
Or, maybe it was difficult for the school management
to find a good music teacher after me.
Who is there in your family?
My wife, who was an art teacher at the same school.
I have two sons.
Both were born in Satara and grew up in Panchgani.
What about the other son?
He passed away.
Twelve years ago.
Please tell the court about how you spend your day.
I wake up at 06:00 a.m.
Then, my wife Urmila gets Yaman ready for school.
Then I take him to school at 08:00 a.m.
The school is nearby, so we walk there.
Then I return home, have my breakfast, and rehearse music.
Then, at 02:00 p.m., we bring Yaman back from the school.
Then we feed him and put him to sleep.
At that time, I do some reading and writing on my own.
When Yaman wakes up, I take him out to play.
Then, after we're back, we get to music sessions.
The other students come over. The classes are at home.
And then, homework, dinner…
Then we sleep at 10:00 p.m.
So, from morning to night, it's all about Yaman!
Your Honor, at his age people suffer from breathing issues.
But every breath of this man is only Yaman.
Tell me.
Did you ever take your wife on a trip?
Yes.
We once went to Varanasi.
And… Yaman went with us.
So, how did Yaman come to stay with you two?
Well, he was born in Mumbai.
His parents live there.
When he was three months old, we received a call that he was very sick.
So, my wife rushed there.
And she saw that they were unable to handle the sick kid.
My daughter-in-law was busy, she's a working woman.
And my son wasn't yet settled in his career.
So, we thought it wasn't right to leave an unwell kid there.
And then, we all decided…
We all decided together,
that it was better for Yaman to stay with us.
So, you were supposed to enjoy the retirement days
but now you have to tend to the kid.
Didn't this make you angry?
Well, I won't lie. Initially, I would get irritated.
We couldn't sleep properly at night.
The baby would cry. Giving him medicines on time,
and promptly changing his diapers.
I had to completely stop my music practices.
But as he grew up,
we started enjoying it.
I taught him something new every day.
A new word, or tune, or raga…
It was lovely.
Earlier, I used to think of what I'd do with my time when I retired.
What if I go mad?
But God had already taken care of that.
And… Yaman's parents?
They come over on the weekends.
But I won't blame them.
It's their time to work, to earn.
They are busy. It's alright.
In spite of knowing this, you want Yaman's legal guardianship.
Why?
Yaman is a sharp kid.
He is the class monitor.
He scores the highest in class. And he loves nature.
Besides, he is studying in the best school in the country.
Anyway, our Panchgani is known for education.
Taking him away from this environment…
is like uprooting a sapling.
If you change the soil all of a sudden,
-the sapling will fail to flourish. -Why do you think so?
Look…
My son is going to the USA.
To start his own business.
And business has its own risks.
Besides, a new country and environment.
Along with new expenses.
My daughter-in-law will have to take a job.
So, who will take care of Yaman in this situation?
Unless we get a proper guarantee that Yaman will be taken care of,
we would like to keep the kid with us.
Your Honor,
he has stated why he wants the right to legal guardianship.
Your Honor, it's a common thing now
that grandparents play the role of parents.
In America, 30 million kids live with their grandparents.
Your Honor…
Please, have a look at this.
And look at page number 33 of my petition.
These are instances from China, which are way more confirming.
In fact, schools in our country celebrate "Grandparents' Day", as well.
Because 80 percent of grandparents
either do co-parenting or full-time parenting.
My client, Manohar Shastry is no unique case.
He is just representing today's truth.
So, I request the court,
as a teacher of thousands of kids,
as the father of two sons,
my client Mr. Shastry be honored with the legal guardianship
of Master Yaman Shastry.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Miss…
Shalini Patwardhan.
Oh, finally.
Thank you, Your Honor.
I thought I'd never get the chance to speak today.
Why, even in class I never stopped you from speaking!
The history of grand-parenting, the geography of Panchgani,
data from all over the world… Your classes were no different.
Beating around the bush. Prescription please.
So, sorry, Mr. Manohar Shastry,
you have been made to stand this long at your age, but…
what can we do?
By the way, how old did you say you are?
Seventy.
If you don't mind me asking,
at what age did your mother die?
At 59.
-And, your father? -At 65.
At what age did the rest of your family members pass?
Somewhere around 60 to 65.
Wow. Even life has given you an extension period.
Seventy and batting. And batting so well!
Touchwood! This prescription…
Is it yours?
Yes.
Please tell the court what kind of a prescription it is.
It is a cardio health program.
And some tests.
Why?
My… heart is a bit weak.
And what if the tests reveal it's way weaker?
Then, angioplasty, bypass.
Will you be allowed to go home right after the bypass surgery?
-No. -No?
How long will they keep you?
-Ten days. -So, you're in the hospital.
Your son and his wife are abroad.
Who is going to take care of the kid?
Urmila… My…
-My wife. -How?
Doesn't she have osteoarthritis?
Surely her joints give her a tough time.
Can she run around with the kid?
Unfair to expect it, right?
The ECG.
Here… Is this ECG yours?
Is it yours?
-Mr. Shastry? -Yes.
When was it done?
Recently.
Your Honor.
Mr. Shastry, I'm feeling concerned, why did you have to do an ECG?
Please tell the court.
I…
fainted on the road, so…
And how did you reach home?
-In a taxi. -So, the onlookers must've helped.
-God bless them. -No. Yaman.
-What? -My grandson,
Yaman.
Help! Help! Help…
I have prepared my grandson to be strong in such situations--
“Strong”?
Your Honor, a seven-year-old saved his 70-year-old grandpa!
You think you've made him strong? You're really something!
A man who is fighting for his grandson's guardianship,
so that he can care for the kid… Look at the state he is in!
It's clear who is taking care of whom here.
Like you said, “How will I spend my time after retiring?”
Is that why you need a grandson?
You don't really love him.
You need a support system for your old age.
And your grandson is just that!
Now, think about that child!
Helplessly trying to hail a cab on the road!
Can you imagine?
Have you thought about this, Mr. Shastry?
Grandpa, please do think about your grandson sometimes.
I've never seen a more adamant and selfish man than you.
Your son and his wife want to go abroad to flourish in life!
You're stopping them?
Okay, last question, Mr. Shastry.
You just said that you had two sons.
One of them passed away. I'm really sorry.
What happened to him? How did he die?
Tell us, Mr. Shastry.
Objection, Your Honor.
This incident has nothing to do with this case.
-Of course, it has. -It's totally irrelevant.
Your Honor, I'm not used to orating like him.
I just want the court to see some facts.
-Allow me, please! -Objection, Your Honor.
Your Honor, two more minutes. I'll prove
why this tragedy is relevant to this case!
Objection overruled.
-You may proceed. -Grateful, Your Honor.
Tell me, Mr. Shastry.
How did your son die?
Alright, I understand your sorrow.
I'll say it myself.
This is the death certificate.
Whose is it?
Excuse me, Madam?
Whose is it?
Yes?
Shalini… Shalini, please.
I am sorry, Your Honor. Can I please step out for a…
-moment… -Well, you may.
Shalini, please don't ask him such questions--
Malhar Shastry.
I'm not here for a friendly match with your Pinku uncle.
This is my playground and I decide my strategy.
If you don't like it, just leave!
But do not interrupt again!
Understood?
Sorry. If you may permit, may I proceed?
Please continue.
Tell us, Mr. Shastry, how did your son die?
Cardiac arrest.
How could he have a cardiac arrest at 24?
Stress.
Oh.
Overdose of…
-drugs. -Drugs?
Oh.
What kind of drugs did he do? Was he an addict?
No idea.
-No idea? -No.
You didn't know what was going on with your kid?
And this one?
Do you know this?
Your son's status update on social media.
Posted a few hours before death.
Looks familiar?
What does it say?
Please read it out for the court.
Guruji, I--
-I didn't hear you, sorry. -I…
Your Honor cannot hear you. So, please… louder.
Guruji, I am sorry.
I could not.
“I could not”?
Why was your son saying sorry to you hours before dying,
Mr. Manohar Shastry?
Objection, Your Honor.
This is a very sensitive matter.
By using this tragedy, Ms. Shalini wants to break
my client, Manohar Shastry.
That must be your style.
I just want to throw light on some facts.
Your Honor, please tell my able opponent lawyer to stop interjecting me!
Objection overruled.
You may continue.
Grateful, Your Honor.
Tell us, Mr. Shastry.
Why was your son saying sorry to you hours before his death?
What was his pain that you failed to fathom, even as his father?
Say something, Mr. Shastry.
He has nothing to say!
-You recognize this? -Yes.
Your Honor.
The outburst of a 24-year-old young man.
His depressed heart calls out.
Lalit's diary.
"Father."
"Oh, Father Submerge your dreams
In my tears
Oh, Father Submerge your dreams in my tears
Burdened by the weight Of your heart
I die every moment"
My present time is lost
How do I put it in the past?
Oh, Father, your pride…
I shall gulp down its poison and leave
Oh, Father, your pride
I shall gulp down its poison and leave
Mr. Shastry?
What were these dreams of yours…
that became poison for him?
Lalit was a very bright kid.
My most talented pupil.
Music was his dream.
Poetry gave him hope.
Indian and Western classical music… he was very good at both.
Such artists are rare.
All I wanted was…
for him to set up a music academy in Panchgani…
so that a great talent like him could flourish in this very town.
That's all…
That's all!
Set up an academy in Panchgani.
So he can stay back with me.
That is why you tied him to his roots.
This is why he choked to death, Mr. Shastry.
He too had the option to go away.
Mumbai, London, Berkeley, he could've gone anywhere.
Just as Malhar now wants to go to the USA.
But had Lalit tried to step out, you'd have filed a case on him, as well!
Mr. Shastry, say the truth.
Did you also insult your elder son, like you humiliate the younger one?
“Useless.
Spineless.
Drunkard.
Living off your wife's money!”
Mr. Manohar Shastry,
the cardiac arrest didn't kill your son, your adamance did!
This is a suicide note, not a death certificate!
You already lost one kid, and will soon lose another.
What will you do with the third's custody then?!
That is all, Your Honor.
Do you know about planchette?
They call dead people.
They say Tagore did it for his son who passed away.
I want to do it, as well.
I want to ask Lalit…
if I was the reason for his…
Do you think…
that I am responsible for Lalit's death?
Can I say something?
Give the kid back to his father.
Don't be so desirous.
We have done all that we could.
Return him now.
Lalit's diary…
and death certificate…
You had given them to Malhar,
right?
If you give up your son,
then you'll definitely lose him forever.
You know what,
when I brought Kuhu home from my mom,
she stopped talking to me.
Can you believe it? My own mother wouldn't talk to me!
But I was adamant…
that I want my kid to be here, with me!
Yes, after that… things have never been easy.
I mean, managing the office, home, and Kuhu simultaneously.
But trust me,
being with your kid is the best feeling in the world.
I'll come back soon, Mom.
I've to take Momoji to Mumbai for his passport.
Keep him ready.
Will you be able to take care of him?
Why not?
Anyway, I have no work apart from the court visits.
Enough for today. Okay?
Talk to Guruji.
What do I tell him, Mom?
Know this,
he is going to lose this case.
It's better that you learn to live without Momoji, as well.
His sudden departure may bother you.
Sing with an open voice, Son.
Concentrate on the tune.
Continue, Son.
What did he say?
Malhar wants to take Momoji to Mumbai.
-Why? -For his passport.
We should let him go.
Have you gone mad?
I should send him with the man I'm fighting against?
His lawyer will brainwash my kid!
I know his plan! Passport, my foot!
Why do you bring court discussions home? It will affect the kid!
Shit!
Yaman.
-What's the word you said? -Shit.
Where did you learn it?
From Dad.
Heard him?
Not our son, but we will take the kid to Mumbai.
We.
Four fingers.
Very good.
Give me both your thumbs.
Wow! Nice!
Mom?
Will you get me the world's longest train?
Why?
I'll take the world's best mom around the world in it!
Buttering me up?
Where did you learn that from?
Mallika, Chintu has transferred five lakh rupees.
-Already? -Yes!
Money transferred. Passport work done.
The case has to be done with now…
See…
This man is always…
my life!
-Sorry. -Let's go to sleep.
We're done!
Momoji, go, finish your painting.
Go.
Guruji,
I need to…
Actually, I need to talk to all of you.
What is with this court case?
It's an ego battle between the father and son.
But you two never even thought about me?
Guruji, I am quitting my job for Malhar.
Because it's the first time, he's got a chance to fulfill his dream.
You should be your son's strength, why are you pulling him down?
But I'll stand by him.
Because I believe in holding my family together.
Going to the USA, adjusting to the new environment,
and finding myself a new job, won't be easy for me.
But I'm trying to face it.
You all know they wanted to promote me, but I refused.
Had I taken it up, I'd have to stay away from my family and Momoji.
So, I stayed back!
Let me talk, Malhar.
You kept Momoji with you.
I never said anything.
Because I knew, he's getting a lot of love there.
No one knows this, Mom.
But you do, right?
When Momoji was separated from me…
I had to stop my breast milk--
I had to take injections to stop my breast milk, it was very painful!
But I endured it.
If I, as his mother, could make that sacrifice,
then why can't you, Guruji?
Why can't Momoji stay with his mom? What's my fault?
No one has ever questioned my efficiency at my workplace
but at home, you're continuously doing it!
Why are you questioning my ability to be his mother?
Why?
Guruji, I want an answer today.
You have something to say, as well?
Have you ever let me say anything…
that you'd hear me out today?
Look, what I have made!
This is Guruji, Grandma, me, Dad and Mom.
He's painted all of us as elephants.
But why is Grandma's face pitch black?
And is this you?
I know what Momoji means to you.
Lalit.
Your unfinished composition…
So, the same music sessions… Yaman and Kalyan ragas…
The same cricket, the same timetable.
The same prayer songs.
You see my brother Lalit in Momoji.
Please don't stop him from leaving.
You didn't let brother go either.
That was his frustration, and you know that!
You had the opportunity to go to Delhi.
You would've been famous, as well.
You could have had an institute of your own.
Why didn't you go?
Why?
Do you know who was most affected by your decision?
My brother.
My brother!
Your favorite student.
Favorite son.
And I?
Useless.
Worthless.
You must think that…
instead of Lalit…
why didn't I leave this world?
I still don't understand one thing. Why do you hate me so much?
Because I'm average?
I am. I am average.
An average son.
An average father.
But what can I do?
I couldn't be like my brother.
I couldn't be like you either, Guruji.
My desires are minute
Why doesn't the world understand them?
Why do they steer me away
From the danger of my heart?
Yaman?
What a lovely name!
Did you name him?
Yes.
Why?
It's my father's favorite raga.
You love your father a lot?
What do you do?
I'm a Game Designer.
I make new games. Learning games.
Why did you resign?
-They were cheating me. -Oh!
They took away my credit, IPR, and revenue!
My father taught me that one must never tolerate injustice.
Point to be noted, Your Honor.
He quit his job due to his ideals,
not for being useless.
-So, you're going to the US? -Yes.
I got a business offer to set up a game studio of my own.
What will be your routine there?
Waking up at around 6:30 a.m.
-Right. -Then getting ready.
Then taking the kid to school.
Working for seven to eight hours. That's the norm there.
-Yes. -Then daycare after school.
My wife and I will find one according to our budget.
Mr. Shastry was worried about
how they would take care of his grandson.
My wife and I will set up our work timings in such a way
that one of us is always with the kid, giving him time.
Time.
Time, Your Honor.
Now, you tell me.
What is more important?
Quality time, or quantity time?
In this era of rising expenses, both parents must make money.
It's a rat race.
The house EMI, the car EMI…
the kid's education…
investments for their future…
savings for their old parents' health…
How can they manage ten-twelve hours like Manohar Shastry does?
Your Honor, in the USA,
a working parent,
can give their kids 55 to 125 minutes of time every day.
And on average, 90 minutes of quality time.
Parents and kids, both know the time's limited.
So, they want to make it the most beautiful time of their day.
According to psychologist Judy Bartkowiak,
"Focused quality time with parents
is better than ten to eleven hours
of full-time but controlled parenting."
I'm a parent myself.
And I fully agree with this, Your Honor.
Today's fight…
is between Mr. Malhar Shastry's 90 minutes
and Mr. Manohar Shastry's ten to eleven hours.
He has time,
so he can allocate it.
He can even use it to fight a court case.
But please consider my client's situation, Your Honor.
He wants to go to the USA.
To grow, and build his own future.
But what is he doing here?
He is tangled in this pointless case with his father.
I have requested before…
that this case must be dismissed immediately.
Because this case…
is a gigantic waste of the court's precious time,
the most regressive appeal I've ever heard.
This case should be dismissed right here, Your Honor.
So that my client can be free.
That is all, Your Honor.
Mr. Jitesh Mehta,
go ahead.
Mr. Malhar,
how many times have you changed jobs?
Six to seven times…
What were they?
First, I was an Art Teacher, then a Graphic Designer.
Then, a Cartoonist, Radio Jockey…
Even did some Modeling, then a Game Designer.
Wow!
You're a jack of all trades!
So, what job will you do in America?
Gaming startup.
So, modeling is done with?
Your Honor…
maybe this new car will start…
It might get punctured midway…
It can meet with an accident, as well. Anything can happen.
Can the car of this new startup reach the finishing line?
I mean, do you have any business experience?
-No. -Oh.
So, must have done some course, like an MBA?
Will Miss Shalini answer this?
I was a humanities student in college.
I have a background in Art. I'm a professional artist.
Okay…
Do you drink?
-What? -You drink?
Yes.
Regularly?
Two to three pegs at the most.
Does your father know?
Yes.
But I don't drink in front of him.
-Alcohol is a personal matter. -Good.
Very progressive answer.
I mean, you drink and don't hesitate to admit it publicly.
-I don't hide anything. -You shouldn't.
So, you are an alcoholic.
What?! No, I am a social drinker.
Tell me, did you ever hit your son after getting drunk?
-No. -Oh.
I never hit my kid after drinking.
You mean you hit him before drinking?
I went to hit him, out of anger.
He was being naughty and not listening to us.
By then your father came, caught your hand, and the kid was saved.
I wasn't going to hit him, I was just scaring him.
Mr. Malhar…
if this incident had happened in America,
then the Social Welfare people would have put you in jail.
Who is Chintan Kulkarni?
Chintu?
A friend.
On 22nd February, was there a gathering at his house?
Okay, you must've forgotten, I'll remind you.
It was Chintu's mother's death anniversary at his place. Right?
Please explain to the court what a death anniversary is.
A ritual conducted a year after someone's demise.
People visit and read the Gita.
-Sing hymns and all… -Wow!
What else happens? What about food?
There's vegetarian food for all.
Oh!
So, vegetarian food is for the guests.
And for you, there's non-veg.
There was King fish fry…
Auntie's favorite.
And what was auntie's favorite whiskey?
I mean, what was her favorite whiskey brand?
No, you are getting it wrong.
After the rituals ended…
we were sitting outside by ourselves.
Oh, okay, he was drinking out of sorrow.
Correct?
After Chintu's mother's death…
Chintu was grieving.
Hence, he was drinking his mother's favorite whiskey with his friend.
Where was your son at that time?
He was…
He was around.
There was a playroom. The kids were playing together.
Correct. After how long did you go visit the kid?
-In some time… -What did you see there?
What did you see?
All the kids…
were beating up Momoji.
Your Honor,
all the kids were
beating a seven-year-old kid!
No, they were playing "Game of War."
-Okay. -It's a game.
The game is called "Game of War!"
After that?
Then I got him out of there and took him home.
Oh, come on… You just mentioned,
that you don't hide anything.
Don't do this.
That part that you deleted…
please tell us that bit.
He was bleeding a bit from his mouth.
Mouth or nose?
-He was bleeding a bit from his nose, -From his nose!
I wiped it off.
Then what did you tell Yaman?
What did you say?
To not tell my parents. Guruji would get stressed--
Okay…
So you were teaching your son to lie.
Is this what your father has taught you?
-Or was it the alcohol? -Enough, Pinku uncle!
You're well aware that I'm not an alcoholic!
I can even drive properly after two to three drinks!
Heard that, Your Honor?
This is today's progressive father…
who teaches his kid to lie!
He knew that his son's with him, but he chose to drink and drive!
Hits his kid after getting drunk.
Can't even last in one job.
And goes to such parties…
where he and his kid are separated!
Because they are progressive!
Your Honor, today's parents don't even know…
what kind of parties their children go to.
What happens in those parties?
-Drugs and alcohol! -You're talking rubbish!
Your Honor, seven-year-old Yaman…
is kept in a kid's room, to die!
Is this progressive?
Miss Shalini?
In those 90 minutes, nor can you raise a kid properly.
Neither can you make a good human being out of him!
And that is why, we "regressives" are better!
I rest my case here.
Thank you very much.
He wanted to prove in court what a bad father I am!
And that bloody Pinku uncle!
That bloody moron just kept hitting me!
Your mother.
Yes, Mom.
He's back.
Park rides don't just break down every day.
His tooth broke.
He isn't hurting.
Mom, Momoji is my kid!
Yes, his tooth broke!
Yes, it's broken!
I'll break all his teeth! What do you two want?
Can't you let me live in peace?
Momoji!
Yaman, what are you doing?!
Hey!
No, it's okay, Mom is here! It's okay!
Have you lost your mind?
-It's okay… -I'm so sorry!
See, Dad is sorry! He is so sorry…
Dad is so sorry…
He's so sorry!
-Everything's alright, dear… -I am so sorry.
Nothing's wrong, Son.
Hey, hi!
-Hi! -Hi!
-Kids!
Kids, come over!
Come, we will go play in the toy room!
Very nice!
The party's going to be fun!
Momoji! Momoji!
Look ahead!
We will all stay together from now on when we party!
But what will we do?
Come! Come!
When you gleefully smile
My heart blooms in joy
In the silly things you say
Believe me, I find God
Whenever you are not around I miss you a lot
I never seem to get tired Of the hundred questions you ask
Darling, all the mischief you make
You create a world Of dream and imagination
You're listening to your heart
With all your naiveness!
You're listening to your heart
Oh, the whims of the heart!
They are the apple of my eyes They are the life in my breath
Every moment of love That we spend together!
When you come to me Happiness knocks on my door
You're the sweetest wish I made Which came true!
Darling, all the mischief you make
You create a world Of dream and imagination
Oh, the whims of the heart
Oh, these innocent indulges
Oh, the whims of the heart
Oh, these innocent indulges
Hello?
Hi.
Oh.
I…
Okay, alright.
Shalini called.
She was saying…
that we need to take Momoji along for the next hearing.
Regarding Master Yaman's guardianship…
we have heard the arguments of the lawyers from both sides.
But…
one of the most important pieces of this case
is Master Yaman himself!
We haven't heard him out yet.
Before the two lawyers…
can begin to question Master Yaman,
I will talk to Master Yaman in private.
Send Master Yaman to my chamber.
Is this a regular practice to call the kid alone?
Come.
Come, Son. Come.
Come on…
Don't worry, nothing will happen.
We are all here.
Go. Come on.
-May I come in, sir? -Come.
Come, son.
Come.
Sit.
-Sit. -How long will it take?
Chocolate?
Thank you.
Tell me something, son…
Your parents want you to stay with them.
They want you to go to the USA with them.
But your grandpa…
Your Guruji wants you to stay with him.
What do you want?
You can't give me what I want.
I'm the District Court Judge.
I can do this much for you.
Whatever you want…
that's what I'll do.
Tell me.
What do you want?
Grandpa…
Grandma…
Mom…
Dad…
I want to stay with all of them.
Can you do that for me?
This court firmly believes in the welfare of a minor.
Where the kid will stay,
in which atmosphere he'll stay…
whether it is suitable for the kid or not,
taking all these points into consideration,
the court will state its decision.
I've heard what Master Yaman wants.
But this is a court.
So, what he wants…
he has to say it in the court.
Son.
Come here.
Come.
Come here.
Don't be scared, we're here.
Don't be scared, okay?
Go.
Come here.
Come… here.
Speak, son.
Do you…
want to stay with your mom and dad…
or with your grandma and Guruji?
Go on.
Don't be scared, speak.
Hey…
Son…
Sir, I withdraw this case.
Please grant custody of Yaman to his parents.
Please.
Yaman!
Yaman, son…
Come here, son.
Come. Come on.
Sorry, son.
I have hurt you a lot.
Please forgive me, sir.
I took so much time to come to this decision.
But what can I do? Attachment is a dangerous thing!
And an attachment to your child is even more dangerous.
I should be free of attachment at my age,
even my wife says the same, but…
a father's heart won't listen.
I once heard…
that a mother hid her son's passport…
so that he couldn't go abroad.
This case too shall become a similar example.
Do you know why I am stopping them?
Because I know…
that once they leave,
they won't ever return.
And I?
I will never be able to meet my Yaman again.
This case was my last attempt to stop them.
That's all.
I have my answer.
But this is a court.
The court will carry out its responsibility.
Mr. Malhar Shastry?
Yes…
And Mrs. Mallika Shastry?
This court…
grants the full guardianship of Master Yaman…
to you two.
I request you both…
that for your son's sake…
find as much time as you can.
So that there's no dearth in his nurture and growth.
-Absolutely. -Thank you.
Master Yaman is a really good kid.
I hope that…
you all understand what's…
in his heart and what he wants.
The case is dismissed…
as withdrawn.
Go…
You have reasons to smile
You have reasons to shed tears
You have reasons to smile
You have reasons to shed tears
Those that stay Even they leave
Those that abandon Even they come to nurture
Oh, life How vivid your experiences are
You have reasons to smile
You have reasons to shed tears
All the belongings
I used to shelter at home
Now they wander, homeless
All the belongings
I used to shelter at home
Now they wander, homeless
No matter how much I call out They never lend an ear
Or maybe they do But they don't look back
These moments Seem to have disowned the past
Those that once abandoned They come back to nurture
Oh, life The vivid experiences you bring
You have reasons to smile
The paths that turned with me
When I walked ahead
Why today Do they turn away from me?
The paths that turned with me
When I walked ahead
Why today Do they turn away from me?
I am the protagonist Of a tragic tale
I am a garden of thorns
These moments Seem to have disowned the past
Those that once abandoned Come back to nurture
Oh, life The vivid experiences you give
You have reasons to smile
You have reasons to shed tears
You have reasons to smile
You have reasons to shed tears
Mom, we'll call you once we reach the airport.
Yes, I'll send you the details as soon as I reach the USA.
We have video calls, we'll talk often.
Okay? Yes, bye.
Mom, pack this one, as well.
Momoji, no more of these. We'll buy new toys from there, okay?
Please, Mom! This is my favorite toy!
Where are your socks?
Momoji!
Come…
Sit properly.
Mom, I don't feel good.
Momoji, put your feet out or we'll be late, and we'll miss the flight.
I don't want to leave Guruji and Grandma!
-Mom! -We'll talk to them on the phone. Come on.
They are leaving.
No, stay there, I'll get the trolley.
Where's Momoji?
Momoji!
Have you seen a kid here?
Brother, did you see a kid here?
Have you seen a kid here?
Madam, a little kid… Did you see him?
-Momoji! -Momoji?
Momoji?
Momoji!
Grandma! Guruji!
Guruji!
Grandma!
Did you miss the flight?
We didn't get on it.
Momoji doesn't want to go.
He was hiding inside somebody's trolley.
When he makes up his mind…
we'll take him with us.
But Mallika and I have to leave.
We have a responsibility to fulfill.
Alright. Go on.
Fulfill your duties.
I'll strengthen this plant and bring him to you.
Okay?
I've come to return…
your Lalit to you…
Dad.
Not Lalit…
Malhar.
Malhar, my son.
My son, Malhar…
Malhar's son, Yaman.
And our daughter-in-law, Mallika.
Now, this is my family!