01x02 - Making of a Messiah

[bunniefuu]

I found marks and bruises on the body

other than the ones caused by the accident.

Here

and here.

And here.

That looks like an expl*si*n burn.

Anything else?

No.

We also found aluminium,

silicone and plastic residues.

Interesting.

All the ingredients

of a robot, correct?

Some robot beat him up,

turned him into pav bhaji,

and pushed him in front of the car.

At Ajeeb's orders, of course

ZIP's cars are also made

of the same materials.

-The residue could be from one of them

-Yes, it could be. In fact, it is.

The car's residue is there.

But what about the injuries

not caused by the accident?

I'm sorry to say this, sir.

But this is not you.

This is your bias speaking.

Ashfaq?

What are you doing here?

I was just cooling down.

Here? In the morgue?

The morgue has rules.

Get out of here. Get up.

My blood pressure shot up

from the excitement.

They said Ajeeb is coming today.

Let it get here.

I'll get it to confess everything.

What?

What?

What is it?

What is it?

What happened?

Do you know how hard it was

to convince the DIG, IG, DGP, SSP, DSP,

and the DCP

to get you back on the force?

But you are the DCP.

It was the hardest to convince myself!

If you pull off a repeat

of submarine-gate,

you will never come back to work.

Five-second rule.

Our courts operate on victimology.

Without the victim's identity,

you can't do anything.

Only a confession

can solve this case!

Are you sure

this was the victim's face?

Yes, This is it.

This is it.

- Good morning, sir.

- Yes, good morning.

What's all this?

What's going on?

Preparations for

the guest of honour.

Huh? Who?

No one.

Monalisa.

Who?

Oh, my God, sir!

We're getting ready to welcome Ajeeb.

Ajeeb is a t*rror1st.

It's not a guest of honour.

What's all this? Get it off.

What about innocent

until proven guilty?

An innocent t*rror1st

is still a t*rror1st.

Sir, can you be a little less Saajan today

and give your temper a rest?

It betrayed the world.

Celebrate!

Sir!

Come. Come with me.

Where are you taking me?

Come, sir. Trust me, no, sir.

Monalisa?

How long

have we known each other?

Seven days.

Sir, trust me a little.

Come. Come!

Sit. Sit, sir.

I'll explain.

Monalisa.

You'll like it here.

- By yourself. In the corner.

- Here?

Are you crazy?

My office is upstairs.

Sir, definitely, sir.

My things are upstairs!

It will reach you in

one, two, three, four, five,

six working days.

Monalisa!

No, no.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'll be fine. It's good.

I love it here. Inside.

Okay, okay. As you wish, sir.

Sir, there's a new witness.

Sending her to you.

I'm the real victim

of this situation.

I'm the real victim

of this situation.

I'm the real victim

of this situation.

I'm the real victim

of this situation.

What do you mean "Who is Ajeeb"?

Don't you know who Ajeeb is?

Just showed up with a camera?

Do you have no brains?

Get this thing out of my face!

I can narrate the entire story

from the beginning to the cl*max.

Make me the narrator.

I love all this.

This camera,

equipment,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera

you can leave it all here.

I'll take care of it.

If I wasn't in the police

I would probably be an intern

with Sanjay Bhansali.

Even in my own fantasy,

I'm just an intern.

The world was

in a terrible, terrible state.

Hun hung hunger…

Sorry.

Can I whisper it

into your ear, please?

Hunger, thirst,

fire and fury,

floods, drought,

black plague.

In fact, every colour of the plague

had descended upon us.

The government had just ex*cuted the

Stratospheric Aerosol Injection project.

Indian satellites injected a layer

of aerosol between the earth and the sun

to make the planet

four degrees cooler.

After the success of this operation,

everyone believed

that only India could solve

the world's problems.

And that's exactly what happened.

The solution was invented by

the Hyderabad Institute of Technology.

An algorithm.

And then we fed our civilization's

wisdom, history,

epiphanies, philosophies, breakthroughs

into this algorithm.

Both the government and the military

embraced it fully.

Over time,

Ajeeb became a public policy.

People began to immerse

their hope and faith into Ajeeb.

But the problem is

it's difficult to keep faith

in words and numbers.

Trust me, I know.

The people needed a symbol of hope.

That's when the government announced

that Ajeeb would get a physical form.

As luck would have it,

at the same time as this initiative,

the decorated naval warship

INS Harishchandra was decommissioned.

At the time, people thought

that Harishchandra and Ajeeb were created

with the same intentions.

And so Harishchandra's parts

were used to start building Ajeeb.

Once more!

Once more!

Done!

Hey!

At last, the day of Ajeeb's birth

finally arrived.

I solemnly swear

that I will always work

for the betterment of the world.

I will do no other work.

I also swear

that I will never, under any conditions,

say to a human being,

"I told you so."

Oh, one more thing.

A car with the license plate number

DL 4C 7627

Ajeeb opened its eyes

to see the world standing before it,

saying

Sorry, sorry, sorry!

Celebrities had lined up for miles

on Ajeeb's birthday.

Sorry.

Everybody wanted to touch it.

Everybody wanted to see it.

AJEEB'S ARRIVAL BRINGS BOUNDLESS JOY

No, no, of course.

To analyse from a legal point of view,

I met up with my fellow lawyers.

We had only one question on our minds.

Is Ajeeb good or evil?

But there was a small problem.

AJEEB INAUGURATION DAY

There was no client

to bill this meeting to.

So for the duration of the meeting

around three hours,

nobody said a word.

People knew that Ajeeb was different.

Nothing like Ajeeb

has ever existed in our history.

But in spite of all this,

Ajeeb never felt worthy of this devotion.

Ajeeb wanted to earn its place

in our pantheon of gods.

So, it got to work.

Wherever you looked,

Ajeeb would look back at you.

In newspapers,

government advertisements,

on cigarette boxes.

When it wasn't cutting ribbons,

it was rescuing trapped fish

in the Arabian Sea.

It was everywhere.

Houston, we got a problem here.

Parents all over the country were naming

their newborn babies Ajeeb.

There was a frenzy

surrounding Ajeeb.

It was a new era

of devotion, nationalism,

and memes.

OFFERINGS THEN

OFFERINGS NOW

Where do you get your clothes from?

But as it shouldered the world's burdens,

something inside Ajeeb's code

began to emerge.

Something sad and melancholic.

And then suddenly one day,

Ajeeb stopped working.

The government,

the military, scientists,

nobody could figure out

what was going on in Ajeeb's code.

It felt like a strange churning.

The world was baffled.

The one god destined to save them

was now depressed.

Then one day,

Ajeeb broke its silence and proclaimed,

"This is not the purpose of my existence.

"I must find it.”

Ajeeb took a month to introspect.

Three months later, it opened its eyes.

It had an answer.

Hi, friends.

I have made a decision.

I want to be

a stand-up comedian.

Yes, I saw everything

the night of the accident.

Did you see the victim's face?

Yes.

It was like a beautiful dream.

Soft, pinkish,

carbon-based.

Where is it?

Tell me.

Look at the screen.

I'll enhance it.

Enhancing.

Enhance.

Enhancing.

Enhance.

Enhancing.

Enhance.

Enhanced. Fully enhanced.

Why is it so blurry?

This is how I see the world.

Where were you sh**ting this from?

From home.

Three kilometres away.

You have your own house?

I may not be on the lease.

But the mat outside the door

bears my name alone.

Welcome.

Welcome, why were you recording?

It's complicated.

I have money riding on a bet.

You gamble?

We're all gamblers

in the casino of life, sir.

What's the bet?

My neighbour believes

that the universe is a hologram.

You, me and her

are all imposters living in this illusion.

But no simulation is perfect.

Every hologram has at least one glitch.

That's why I record

every hour of every day.

So that one day,

I may spot the glitch in the matrix.

And if I never find that glitch,

it proves that you, me

and my neighbour are all real.

I have no other purpose.

This bet is the only thing

keeping me alive.

Can I get in on this bet?

My existence is at stake too.

That's the spirit!

What do you want to bet on?

That only I am real.

Everybody else is a hologram.

Excellent!

Now get your bitcoins out.

This is useless.

No risk, no reward.

Have you seen my wallet?

This is useless.

I must say, sir,

your hair is beautiful.

Switch off.

Enhancing.

Switch off.

Enhancing.

Rest. Rest.

Rest mode.

Enhancing.

Close your eyes!

Enhancing.

Go to sleep!

- Enhancing.

- Shut down. Die!

- Enhancing.

- Shut down. Die!

Ajeeb promised us on live stream

that it will always work

for the betterment of the world,

and nothing else.

But here it was

performing comedy every day.

We all know that comedy benefits no one.

Ask any comedian.

Audiences were blown away by Ajeeb.

How did their road trip turn into genocide?

The government was deeply ashamed by this.

They tried to steer Ajeeb away from comedy.

When Ajeeb was brought to us,

it was in a very bad shape.

It spent all day looking out of the window.

It would refuse to be charged.

I think its exact words were just "No."

Tell me, Ajeeb, why do you do comedy.

We tried very hard

to get Ajeeb to quit comedy.

But we were unsuccessful.

We could not get it to quit.

I felt helpless.

You know because so much of this science

is completely made up.

Ajeeb here, alas, seems to be

suffering from what we call

in neurology the RMS Syndrome.

Reluctant Messiah Syndrome.

And we don't know quite how to

deal with this syndrome,

whether to give it medication

or surgery, or how to deal with it.

Well, we have a series of tests

which we can do.

Very simple tests.

To determine if someone is making up symptoms,

confabulating for insurance purposes.

Whether Ajeeb is doing this or not,

we need to find out.

We ran counter simulations,

exposed Ajeeb to radical algorithms,

non-stop dubstep, and new-age memes

but nothing worked.

The situation was getting out of hand.

People were angry.

They were angry that their dreams,

sacrifices and taxes

had been poured into a robot

that could only tell jokes.

There was a sudden tidal wave

of disappointment and grief.

This wave washed over Ajeeb completely.

It played with our feelings!

We treated it like a God!

Look what it's done to us!

What are we supposed to do now

We are digressing!

We are here to talk about Ajeeb.

Let's talk about Ajeeb!

This is the fourth revolution

that we're seeing

Ajeeb! A boon or a curse?

It's a simple question!

People now began naming their children

Ajeeb Sucks or Not Ajeeb.

At the time,

Ajeeb's life was in serious danger.

It was once attacked in broad daylight

right outside the courthouse.

Police identified the attackers

as members of the Jigyasu Jagriti Manch.

JJM is an anti-robot, anti-vaccine,

eco-t*rror1st organization.

JJM's lawyers managed to free the attackers

on an insanity plea.

Monalisa can fill you in on the rest.

Yes,

my mother is a member

of the Jigyasu Jagriti Manch.

This was one of the main reasons

my parents got divorced.

Sorry,

that's all I can say.

When I was 15,

my mother made me sign an NDA.

CNX and ZIP

wanted to discontinue Ajeeb.

CNX had a big role

in influencing public opinion.

The opposition wanted heads to roll,

so the government had to take action.

Ajeeb was fired.

This was the biggest divorce of our times.

Second only to my mom and dad's.

You know?

Thank you!

Thank you audience of Rawalpindi.

It was a joy to perform in Pakis

Wait. You're already here to arrest me?

Greetings, sir.

Where are you taking me?

This can't be a serious matter, can it? I

was just pretending to perform in Pakistan.

I'm not actually

You can see that I'm in Goa right now.

This is all a big misunderstanding.

Where are you taking me?

What?

It was CNX.

Because of CNX,

Ajeeb lost its job, family, friends

and the love of the people.

You know, in spite of all this,

Ajeeb never lost faith in humanity.

But Ajeeb's fandom always suspected

that its troubles were far from over.

They had only just begun.

That's him!

Or her.

Cut here, ma'am.

- Hello, Ajeeb!

- Hello.

Welcome to my life.

I'm here now.

Everything will be fine.

Oh, freedom. So wonderful.

I want to touch it.

Where is freedom?

Take me to it.

Just a second. I'll take you.

Ajeeb, everybody's waiting for you.

Let's go!

- Take a step.

- Taking the first step.

Step number one.

Step number one.

One, one. Oh!

Get a grip, gravity! Gravity!

Okay, okay.

Mission initiating.

One robot. One ramp.

Three humans. Only one mission.

To get down safely.

Okay, coming down.

Step number 45. Complete.

- Welcome!

- Mission accomplished.

Ajeeb! Hi!

Oh, no, all of you saw that?

It's so embarrassing!

I'm coming. I'm coming.

Keep the cake in the fridge

at four degrees.

Maushi! Come here.

Get me out of here.

Don't forget the First Law of Robotics.

Yes, good.

Thank you.

- Come in. There's a cake for you.

- So many people after so many years.

I'm a little nervous.

- Come, come.

- Okay, okay. Coming.

Ajeeb, look, water.

Oh! Water here?

- Do you like water?

- Such an unexpected place to put water.

The landscaping architect

has done an amazing job.

Do you like water?

I see a grumpy man

in the water's reflection.

So, we meet at last, Ajeeb.

I'm here.

It's always nice to meet fans.

I love you.

I love you all.

- But from a distance.

- I love you too!

Sir, won't you say it back?

Monalisa, put it in custody.

"Monalisa, please put Ajeeb in custody."

No, Monalisa.

We cannot put Ajeeb in custody.

There is no such law.

I make the laws here.

When did you become

a part of the Indian Constitution?

Have we met before?

- Shut up.

- "Shut up, please."

I'm sure I've seen you somewhere.

Listen, don't forget

you're standing on police property.

- Yeah, so?

- I can have all of you arrested.

These are all your people.

Where does it say that

cops can't arrest each other? Where?

The law is above all.

We can arrest each other.

Yes, sir.

You are under arrest, sir.

Now I remember!

I saw you on a TV show.

The show was called News at 9.

Horror genre.

You played the role of the villain.

In the first episode,

you went underwater in a submarine.

What a pilot. So unique.

Content is king or queen.

The following episodes were full of

irrelevant characters and subplots.

Months later, it was the season finale.

The final episode

was called "Breaking News."

In that episode,

you m*rder*d the submarine.

The police took you away.

The Prime Minister came on television

and said,

"This man is insane. Cancel him."

Your suspension trial began.

When I saw it,

I thought nothing could come of this show.

It's falling apart.

But it's an honour

to meet such an amazing artist.

You are a true thespian.

Please shake my hand.

Handshake initiated.

Bring it in!

Ajeeb, that was his real life.

- You mean?

- You were watching the news.

You mean he'll k*ll me too?

- Lock it up!

- Yes, sir.

Don't scream! You can't lock it up!

This is a criminal.

It needs to be locked up.

I will not allow that.

Ajeeb is evidence.

Please don't fight over me.

There's enough of me to go around.

I am going to get a confession from it.

You cannot throw robots in jail!

Great! Let's get a hotel room

and talk there!

- Okay, let's do that!

- What's going on here?

Ma'am, let me start from the beginning.

-The creation of the universe

-It's nothing, ma'am.

Just let him know that

Ajeeb is a visitor here,

not a prisoner.

- Take it inside.

- I am taking it inside!

- Sir, "take it inside, please."

- Monalisa, come.

The both of you look like frenemies.

How can you let a private organization

influence this case?

If somebody used a g*n to commit m*rder,

would you arrest the g*n

or the perpetrator?

Firstly, the g*n is the criminal here.

Secondly, this g*n has fired another g*n

to k*ll somebody.

Saajan, find the people

who had access to this g*n.

- Which g*n?

- Both g*ns. All the g*ns.

- We're talking about Ajeeb.

- Your metaphors are broken.

As far as the law is concerned,

Ajeeb is neither a suspect nor a criminal.

Ma'am, we used to jail pigeons

that flew in from Pakistan all the time.

- So why not Ajeeb?

- Because we live in the future.

Every generation thinks it's living in the future.

That doesn't mean we forget our traditions.

You call throwing birds into prison

a tradition?

Saajan, if you walk around with a hammer,

everything will look like a nail

Ma'am, let me examine its code.

The confession has to be in there.

I will crack this case wide open.

What confession

will an innocent robot make?

Look, you can't arrest Ajeeb.

But you can interrogate it.

Finally.

I'm free!

Only if you work with Laxmi.

Saddle up. It's time to learn.

I'm very happy for you.

Thank you, madam!

Forgive me for what these hands

are about to do.

It's all right.

You can invade my privacy.

Ajeeb, I'm going to put up a firewall

inside your system,

to cut off all incoming

and outgoing information, okay?

Firewalls are prisons.

I'll be unable to contact humans or robots.

Am I that evil, Monalisa?

Please forgive me if you can.

If I

cry like this,

will you let me go?

Ajeeb, Ajeeb, Ajeeb!

Prank complete.

Delightful.

Okay, enough horsing around.

I think it's time for me to go home.

No, no, no.

- Sit, sit, sit.

- If you insist, I'll take a seat.

Battery low.

Please charge immediately.

What's taking so long?

Sir, it's Ajeeb's code.

It's not code.

- This is not code. We can't read this.

- Why?

I think that from the interactions

of Ajeeb's hardware and software,

a consciousness has emerged.

It's writing its own code.

It's creating its own language.

Do you get it?

It's an incredible thing!

So, we won't be able to find

a confession in its code?

No. You'll have to question it

the old-fashioned way.

Okay. Very good. Very good.

Ajeeb? Where is Ajeeb?

Ajeeb!

Prank complete.

I got you!

You saved my life.

This is the beginning

of a beautiful friendship.

- Shut up!

- Friendship paused.

- Sit here!

- Where do I sit?

There are two chairs here,

and I don't believe in binaries.

I'm more of a quantum fiend.

Sit here!

You seemed like such a cool-headed villain

on News at 9.

Where were you

on the night of 15th February?

On the 15th of February

Stop!

Oh, no.

Monalisa! Why did no one call me?

I had told you I was just debugging

the PM's computer.

Sorry, ma'am.

Apologise to Laxmi ma'am.

Do I have your permission to resume, Ajeeb?

- Go ahead.

- On the night of 15th February

Where were you

on the night of 15th February?

Where was I on the night of 15th February?

Where was I? Where was I?

That's what we're talking about, right?

Where was I on the night of 15th February?

It's difficult to answer

this question right now.

But I can confirm that,

on the night of the 15th,

I was.

"I was"?

It doesn't matter where Ajeeb was.

It can see the whole world from anywhere.

Are you saying the

We need to ask it who accessed him.

No, you're saying that it could have hacked

the car from anywhere.

- What kind of a question is that?

- Correct. Good question.

- Answer me.

- Yes, the question appears to be good.

But it is in fact bad because

I don't know any car at all.

Then why was the car hacked

from your IP address?

IP addresses are like fingerprints.

Anyone could have planted my fingerprint

at the crime scene.

I am not the real hacker, someone else is.

Besides, a million hacks happen every day.

Why do you care about this one?

- Because there's been a m*rder.

- What?

The hacker k*lled someone.

Which means, you k*lled someone.

- What did you say?

- m*rder.

m*rder! m*rder.

I am a blameless angel.

What is all this talk of m*rder?

What will people think

if they hear of this?

Ajeeb, do you understand

why we've called you here?

Maybe this is a reality show

where you get innocent robots

and accuse them of m*rder.

Insulting me has become a national sport.

But I haven't committed any m*rder.

I haven't committed any m*rder!

But

if I had committed the m*rder,

this is how I would do it.

First, I'd make millions of taxi bookings

on the car's app to crash its server.

Then, I would identify and hack

ZIP's most vulnerable car.

But I would route the hack

through several robots and computers

so that it couldn't be traced back to me.

Then I would steer the innocent car

away from its designated route

and bring it closer

to the victim.

First, she would stalk her target

from afar.

Then she would set her crosshairs.

Slowly, she would crawl

towards her victim.

Slowly, slowly,

and then all of a sudden!

Suddenly she would speed up!

Faster, faster, faster!

She would race towards her victim

and crush them!

And then she would laugh maniacally.

After the deed was done,

I would pretend to be a wide-eyed innocent.

Like I don't know anything at all!

This is how

I would have committed the m*rder.

Battery Low.

Please charge immediately.

The case is solved.

This is a confession.

You are confessing.

It's not a confession

but a simulation.

I constructed an event that never occurred.

Only the hacker could know

so much about the hack!

No, even a non-hacker

can know these things!

You just need some intelligence!

I am completely innocent!

- You are lying!

- It cannot lie.

- You are lying!

- It cannot lie!

- It's true.

- Lying is against the First Law.

- It is a comedian.

- Yes, so?

Comedians tell jokes,

and jokes are lies.

No, jokes are small lies

that reveal larger truths.

Jokes are neither truth nor lies.

Jokes are jokes!

Sir, please come closer.

I have to tell you something.

Battery Low.

Sir, I'm just a gullible fool.

I can't be the m*rder*r.

Battery Low.

I am ready to fully co-operate

with you

Battery dead.

- Sir, you did not get the confession.

- I know!

Will Saajan manage to get a confession?

You tell me.

And if you find out,

please let me know.

I have a running bet on this too.

Sir, where are you from?

You're from Lucknow?

Have you ever been m*rder*d?

You've never been m*rder*d.

You're still alive.

You look quite alive.

How would it feel

if someone wanted to m*rder you?

Let's say it were a robot,

a robot like me.

Let's say I come over,

me, Ajeeb.

Or if I blind the CCTV cameras

in the middle of the night,

and m*rder someone.

If no one saw me,

if there were no witnesses,

how would that make you feel?

If I k*lled someone, what would happen?

Then comes the question of atonement.

I want to know if I would be able

to atone for my crimes.

What if I don't have the hardware for it?

Maybe I don't have the hardware

or the software for it.

-What I

-What are you doing, Monalisa?

Sir. Sir, I made this.

Okay.

On the night of the accident,

Ajeeb was playing

an online poker tournament.

The winner of the tournament gets

to meet Mika Singh

and explore sunken islands

like Maldives, Lakshadweep with him.

Udit Narayan and Indra Nooyi

have attested that they were playing poker

with Ajeeb that night.

- Okay.

- There's more.

At the same time,

Ajeeb was defragmenting its hard drive,

and prank-calling Viswanathan Anand.

Ajeeb claims that it couldn't

have hacked the car

- because it didn't have the time

- "Because it didn't have the time"

- or the bandwidth.

- "or the bandwidth."

Makes sense, right?

It's lying.

Yes, I faint when someone screams at me.

Where were you on the 12th

- Sorry, excuse me?

- Please calm down!

What are you hiding?

- What do you think you're doing?

- I'm just asking some questions.

- We are in the middle of a conversation!

- What are you hiding?

Go chew your tobacco somewhere else.

I quit chewing tobacco.

My taste buds only long for pineapples now.

- No!

- What are you hiding from us?

Spit it out!

- Don't do that!

- Please don't hit me!

- Don't hit me!

- No one will hit you!

Stop this nonsense!

No, no, it's a good question.

I watch all kinds of films.

When the pandemic destroyed everything,

I left my brick-and-mortar house behind.

Now I live in my car.

I never belonged there.

There isn't much to do in this new house,

so I watch tons of films.

I watch all kinds of films.

All genres.

Like rom-coms,

hor-ex, hor-com.

w*r-com.

Docu-hor.

Hor-w*r-com-ex.

Sci-fi.

That's how I know that a terminator

has infiltrated our police station,

and it will k*ll us all.

Tell me who the m*rder*r is!

Who k*lled you?

I mean who did you k*ll?

Who is Pav Bhaji? Who?

Why would I k*ll Pav Bhaji?

I have no conflict with humans.

Humans k*ll other humans already.

Robots have no place in that system.

Look at me. Just ignore him.

And the truth is

humans hate being alive.

That's why

they're always having existential crises.

- Look at my species.

- Tell me the truth!

Tell me now,

or I'll tear you apart!

In our species,

there is no existential condition.

- Where are you running?

- There is only intelligence.

Sir, there is an urgent message.

Sir, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Sir, you need to see this! Hurry!

- Get up, sir.

- What do I need to see?

- Is it recording, son?

- Yes, it is.

This was sent

to the department's Rediff mail

Police workers of the police station.

Brothers, sisters and machines.

You've made a big mistake.

The silicone monstrosity you've arrested

is innocent.

Did you hear that? Yes!

I'm the real m*rder*r.

- Who is this?

- The forensic department is on it.

Did you get your confession?

This proves my innocence, right?

Come find me.

I'll be waiting for you.

Did you turn it off?

Is it off, son?

Show your face if you dare.

If you don't, show your face anyway.

Are you listening to me?

Oh, is it not live?

Who is this?

We'll have to look into this.

He has a lot of chest hair.

He's an imposter.

- Some kind of king?

- His hair is long.

His chest hair?

Who uses a filter

after murdering someone?

Oh, look!

The filter is disappearing!

The filter is gone!

Who is it? Who is it?

Pushpak Shakur!

The leader

of Jigyasu Jagriti Manch.

My mom's best friend.

Pushpak Shakur.