"Sunset point on top of a little hill.
When the sun's caresses the edge of the Earth,
you can caress your lips with mine.
As the sunrays caress the clouds.
Please don't make any mistakes.
Because this is my
first kiss."
Oh, God.
Keep reading.
"I have a request.
The evening this happens, utter no abuse with your lips.
Or even an ounce of hatred.
Keep smiling all day, if possible, without a reason.
Caress my lips with yours,
like a butterfly caressing a petal.
Please don't make any mistakes.
Because this is my first…
kiss."
Hey!
Shit.
Pass me that paper.
What is this?
Is this why you come to college?
Come on, get up.
Principal's office.
Get up. Let's go.
So, what they were doing was inspired by this masterpiece.
Who wrote this?
You?
No, sir. We're members of the college magazine editing committee.
This came in as an entry.
-It's anonymous. -Anonymous?
Then how will we nominate this poet for the Gyanpeeth Award?
Sir, a poetess.
This poem was written from a girl's point of view.
That's right.
-It's a girl. -Yes, sir.
Who wrote it?
Who?
I want her name.
I swear on my mother, I don't know, sir.
Do you know that I can rusticate you?
-Mrs. Mandloi? -Yes, sir.
You have 24 hours.
I want the name of this poetess.
Otherwise, I'll rusticate all of them.
This is a college, not a joke.
-Good morning, sir. -Good morning, sir.
Mariam, please save me.
I don't know who wrote the poem. I really don't.
You were there.
Please talk to your father. Please.
In college, even I have to call him "sir."
It's not allowed. I'm so sorry.
-Hello. -Cynthia, where are you?
Going back home from school.
Meet me at Vimmi's place. SOS.
But Vimmi di isn't at home.
Don't you remember?
She's at Nasreen di's parlor getting her bridal treatment.
Then we have to go there. I'll come pick you up.
I know all about her bridal treatment. Bye.
Nasreen di… Vimmi?
Vimmi!
-What? -Nasreen di's office, ASAP.
So what if they got caught?
Why are you bothering me?
It's not like you're getting ready for your wedding.
You're just here to meet your ex!
Cynthu, shut your ears.
-Why? -Do it. Adult talks.
Listen.
Mosquitoes suck blood and fly away.
But bed bugs, they stay in your bed forever.
So, before my bed bug showed up, I was shooing away my mosquito.
And getting rid of an ex before the wedding
is a part of the wedding preparation, okay?
He wanted the iPhone back.
No way I'm giving it back.
Cynthu?
Cynthu! Unplug.
Why are you worrying about Garima?
Because I wrote that poem.
Nonsense.
When did you start writing poems?
Vimmi, I don't want to get married like you.
I want to do something else.
Are you stupid?
Why did you send an adult-rated poem to a college magazine?
Here.
I don't know.
Look at Cynthia. She's so sharp.
She's a coder.
She plans to go to America to MIT.
Will Dad let her go?
I need money.
I was testing.
If Garima's reaction was positive,
I would have sent the rest of my poems to a Hindi magazine.
And you'd use that money to fund her studies in the US?
Are you out of your mind?
You're smart, aren't you?
Try and find a way to save those three.
We only have 24 hours.
Forget about them. Think about my wedding.
And what about those kids?
I'll have to tell Dad everything.
No way!
He'll put a curfew on her.
That's not acceptable.
This is my first marriage.
I'm not getting married without your dance.
Okay, fine, we're coming to your place in the evening.
-Why? -David uncle has invited us for dinner.
So, wait until then. I'll think of something, okay?
If you can't break free Then hustle your way out
If honesty becomes a prison Don't let it confine you
-Wow, "Myna." Wow! -Wow!
Arrey, where are you lost?
Your dad would have been livid if the food had burnt.
Wow, Mumma, so many dishes.
You're a champ.
I found out from Vimmi that she's coming over for dinner.
Even I was told in the morning.
Did something happen in college?
I'm sure something happened.
That's why Vimmi's grandpa is being pampered.
Special dinner for the trustee Sahab.
Check if it's tangy enough.
Perfect.
David, a boy and a girl kissed in college under your watch.
How?
Find out who wrote this poem.
This news shouldn't spread in town.
Okay.
His cousins went from Kerala to Dubai for work.
But he?
Check over there…
-Ended up in Ratlam. -if the food is served or not.
You know, I actually read someplace that
Ratlam is a town
that comes up on a train journey when, you know,
everyone's asleep.
Yeah, man.
-Is it okay? -Yes.
Is everyone here?
Do you want some?
Could be tangier.
Is no one here from the boy's side?
-There, standing with Montu. -I see.
Shyam!
You're right.
He's a cousin of Vimmi's to-be husband.
-Oh. -From Toronto.
-Beautiful house. -Thank you. Welcome to Ratlam.
-Even he's come looking for a bride. -Excuse me.
-I see. -Why don't you settle
Mariam in Canada as well?
Vimmi will get bored alone.
-No-- -Not before graduation.
In our community, a girl's education is very important.
And by when will she graduate?
-Your glass is empty. Come with me. -Yes! Let's go.
Soon. Soon.
They have winter vacations right now.
Probably in six months, okay? Chill.
Auntie.
-Vimmi? -I called.
But she said the house is infested with mosquitoes.
Look, there she is.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Here, you keep this.
What is this?
Don't ask.
Oh, God. I said, "Break up."
But that "mosquito" doesn't understand the meaning of break up.
I also said, "Forget it, suck my blood."
Listen, you keep this iPhone.
-I'll take it back after my honeymoon. -Vimmi.
-Yes? -Did you think of anything?
About what?
Garima! I couldn't. Sorry.
Here comes my bodyguard. Come on!
-Hello! -Hello!
He left straight for Raipur after college.
-Greetings. -Family--
Oh, come.
He is Jagdish Sisodiya.
-Okay. -Do you know Harish Bhai,
the owner of the rubber stamp and stationery shop at Kothari Market?
-His only son. -Oh.
-Greetings. -He was Mariam's one-sided lover.
Chocolate. Teddy bear.
He used to send everything. You get it, right?
But well, as soon as David uncle found out,
he called him home on "Rakhi" and…
He is Mariam's "Rakhi" brother.
Now, our poor Jiggy is a bodyguard without pay.
Cake?
Sir? Could we talk to him about my pizza shop?
Bete, there's a time and place for everything.
Son, would you like a drink?
Auntie-ji, it's Tuesday.
At least have some cake. It's from the church.
Of course. It's prasad.
Why don't you come with me?
I'll introduce you to Shyam.
Shyam?
Vimmi, call Jiggy, quietly. I have an idea.
Jiggy Bhaiya!
-Jiggy Bhaiya? -Yes.
-Can I ask you a question? -Sure.
How much do you love Mariam?
More than my life.
As a brother.
So, you'll protect her?
That's my duty.
But she doesn't consider me her older brother.
She does. She just keeps it to herself.
But now she'll express it openly.
Really?
Well, I have Jesus Christ's prasad in my hand.
If it's righteous, she'll be protected.
It's horribly righteous.
What's the job?
May I come in, ma'am?
Yes, Mariam, come in.
Ma'am, this envelope fell out of your box yesterday.
I was wondering
why this letter didn't have an envelope.
This puzzle is solved.
Ma'am, Atul and Garima won't be rusticated, right?
I'm there, don't worry.
Thank you.
David sir, the children are innocent.
This poem is actually anonymous.
It wasn't written by any student of our college.
Look at this envelope, and the stamp on it.
This poem was sent from DDCP College of Devas.
This is not from our college.
Write a letter to their principal.
This is their matter.
And what about the students?
Give them a strict warning and let them go.
And remember, communicate with Aggarwal Sahab.
That Principal David has caught the culprit and solved the case.
Thank you.
Sir.
Yes!
It worked! Vimmi!
-"Myna" is finally free! -Yes!
And the bedbug has arrived.
So, at the wedding… Only dance, dance, dance!
Thank God!
Your hair is so dry.
Aren't you using coconut oil these days?
Mom, can you tie this?
Mimi, you're looking so cute. Hold this.
What is this?
Dad got this for me.
With this deep neck?
She's looking so pretty.
And me?
You always look pretty, dear.
So sweet.
Mom, why did Dad get this dress?
Smile, smile, smile.
You're taking a selfie.
Selfie? No.
This is… I'm doing it. Wait, wait.
Wait.
You're taking a selfie again. Let me.
Don't cut out the flower.
Uncle Sebi is looking for grooms for Priya.
So, I thought I should start your process as well.
Smile, dear.
Yes.
Sebi said boys these days like a modern look.
Very good.
WhatsApp it to Sebi.
One more.
Last, okay? We're getting late.
Shawl. Before we leave.
Greetings, Mr. Aggarwal.
What's happening, Ismail Bhai?
Where is Robo?
There's an auspicious time for the wedding.
Mr. Aggarwal, you know,
whatever may be the auspicious time for the wedding,
but Robo comes out
at his own auspicious time.
Let the baarat begin without the band.
The horse's back is getting uncomfortable for my son.
At the wrong place.
Janaab, the people of our town believe
if a baarat begins without Robo's singing,
the marriage doesn't last very long.
They say the groom gets jinxed
at the wrong place.
You want to risk it?
-No, no. Please, just hurry up. -Please, Ismail Bhai.
-Hurry up! -Come with me.
What drama is this, Abba?
Robo always takes this long.
Who's this Robo, man?
Robo? He's the superstar of Ratlam.
-Star? -Yes.
He's an artist.
The situation is a little delicate.
He'll be singing soon.
-Sing… -Okay.
Look, if there's no Robo, there's no New Modern Band.
He's our ace of spades.
He's a bloody joker.
And now he can't even…
sing in that high pitch!
-The divine note. -Exactly.
That is precisely what
makes him a star.
Dad, your star is burnt out,
his voice is gone.
Which is why I'm begging you to replace him.
And anyway, the youth doesn't care about this divine note nonsense.
I named you Rafi.
-Rafi. -How is that my fault?
No, it's you that's my fault.
I thought if I had a singer at home, it would save me all this trouble.
But you're tone-deaf.
It's okay.
That's why until you get another singer,
make do with this joker.
Fine.
Now watch
how I "make do."
-Hurry up. -Sure.
Just keep walking, there's Veena Vyajanti auntie.
I can't stand her face.
She's become a star teaching people how to cook pakodas on the Internet.
Stealing our mom's recipes. Thief.
How much do you think she earns?
Thousands. Per week.
Uncle used to be the boss, but now he's the servant.
-Auntie, greetings. -Welcome, dear.
You're busy sipping tea here, Rahu.
What's your boss up to?
He's gone into a shell
because he can't hit his divine note.
Now, he's busy mourning his fate.
Then, change his fate.
Change his horoscope and get this program going.
Change his horoscope?
No, Rafi Bhaiya. His horoscope is a disaster.
It's an absolute ruin.
There's no hope. None at all.
Can't you lie and give him hope?
Get him out or find another job.
I can't do that.
You can't play with horoscopes. It's a sin.
You should never…
You guys are strange.
If I don't predict the future, you yell at me.
If the prediction is wrong, Robo Bhaiya will yell at me.
You decide who you want yelling at you.
I'm going to make the announcement.
Get him out.
I'm going. I said I'm going.
Sit inside.
Sit.
-Robo Bhaiya, Rahu here. -Mic check. Mic check.
Hello, greetings, and welcome to all.
Presenting the pride and glory of Ratlam.
Your very own world-famous, New Modern Band!
You know, I checked your horoscope today.
It says you're destined for love!
Honestly.
Be it night or day,
funeral or wedding.
The moment you come out and sing,
you'll find your brand-new love.
In fact, you'll even hit your lost divine note.
Honestly.
If my prediction goes wrong this time, you can kill me.
Believe me.
Are you coming?
In the end,
last but not least, our singer,
the heartbeat of young hearts,
the soul of the party,
the divine singer with the divine voice!
Robo Kumar!
Is this the superstar?
One, two, three,
start!
Sing and dance
Here's the New Modern Band
To make this a happy marriage
Here's the New Modern Band
Sway harder
Here's the New Modern Band
To make your heartbeat
Here's the New Modern Band
-With Kishore's naughtiness -Yes!
-Rafi's attitude -Yes!
The soul of Lata Didi's song Is the Modern Band
-OP Nayyar's composition -Yes!
-Laxmikant Pyarelal's violin -Yes!
RD's Pancham And Rehman's keyboard trend
Dance, dance, dance, Mariam!
Go and steal the show, my darling.
You've saved your batchmates from Uncle David.
Shall we go?
Wow!
Cynthia, let's go.
-Where? -Let's go dance.
-Shall I go? -Go.
Take off the shawl.
-Why? -Just take it off.
Because this is my wedding, not your dad's.
-Come. -Mimi.
Yes.
Are you done?
Okay, bye.
Bye.
Let me see.
Come, dwell in my heart
-Fall for me, or let me fall for you -No dancing.
-Jiggy. -Our sisters don't dance in the streets.
Come, dwell in my heart
-Leave my hand? -Oh, really?
"Hello-hi" when you need me, and "tata-bye" when you don't.
-Listen, you-- -I'm holding nature's prasad.
You said you'll call me your brother.
Don't you ever grab my hand again, okay?
Are you going to sing or wait for an auspicious time?
I've seen what I had to.
One, two, three, start!
My queen, my sweetheart
Come, dwell in my heart, o sweetheart
O sweetheart!
Come, dwell in my heart!
Scissors.
Cynthu.
Go inside and cut the internet cable.
And get your phones as well.
Take out your poems.
Hurry up.
Tear them.
Tear them!
Why do you try to speak when you can't?
Burn them.
Tear them.
Put it in.
Pick them up.
I need to get you married.
But, Achaa, she is only 20.
So?
Twenty isn't young.
I admit kissing isn't unnatural,
but if she kisses some random boy.
Can't allow that.
I'll get her married, and then…
she can do as she pleases.
Vatsala!
It's okay, it's okay.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
It's okay.
Mariam!
It's okay.
Ga, Ma, Pa…
Where is Dha?
Moaning in the corner.
What's wrong with him?
There's Julie in the bungalow across the tracks.
He was chasing after her.
The owners gave him a proper thrashing.
His behind is swollen.
Why?
What do you mean by "why"?
Do you know how old Julie is?
And look at Dha.
They're no match for each other.
Dha, don't worry.
Love is all about fate.
When the stars align, age doesn't matter.
Then Akshay gets a film with Kiara,
-and Salman with-- -No, no.
Robo Bhaiya, my prediction can be wrong as well.
A fluke, a total fluke.
Predictions can be wrong.
But that divine note I hit was true, wasn't it?
That it was.
-Even the mare turned to look. -That she did.
Are you crying?
What will crying do?
Uncle Seb will come over.
And I'll definitely get married.
Mimi, run away.
-Take money from Dad's cupboard-- -And do what?
Go where? I don't know anything.
Science, cooking… I'm a big zero.
Remember when I did that beautician course at Nasreen di's parlor?
After your face pack, Verma Auntie had to shave off her eyebrows.
And what will happen to you if I leave?
No. I won't go alone.
Whatever I do, I'll do with Mom and you.
For both of you.
Mimi, become the Veena Vyajanti of poetry.
What?
We'll start your poetry channel on the internet.
Even if you're good at nothing else,
your poems are good.
Very good.
And imagine, if the channel gets popular, you'll even get paid.
But how will we do it?
I'm here. We just need phones.
Dad took our phones.
Will this do?
Absolutely.
Come, let's make a video.
But this has no data.
The mosquito probably cut it.
Wait.
There are some psychos who still give free Wi-Fi.
Without a password.
Who is this "Psycho"?
Maybe the new tenant in the barsaati.
Who cares?
What do we call the channel?
Call it "Rotli" since you're such a crybaby.
"You're such a crybaby."
Should we name it Myna?
Myna. Brilliant.
The little bird that can't shut up.
Who flies away from her home to collect food.
For her mum and sister.
Nice.
We'll only record audio, okay?
"You gave the fire…
I saw the smoke.
My words…
fly in the air like sparks.
Little sparks, burning bright.
Whispering to me.
One little spark
took the shape of a Myna.
And slowly whispered in my ears.
Said…
let my fire burn in your heart.
And stay focused on the goal."
No, not my face.
Dad will find out. We can't.
"Let others do what they want.
But you stay focused.
Myna…
decide your own path."
Actually, you know what? One second.
What are you doing?
"Let your restlessness become your strength.
My words fly in the air like sparks.
Little sparks, burning bright.
Whispering to me."