[vehicle approaching]
Hey, Shlok! What's up, buddy?
Get in. I want to talk
to you for a minute.
My mom says
I shouldn't speak to strangers.
Yeah, and my mom says
no one should walk under the sun
because that's how you get tanned.
Get in the car.
It's obvious
you're not here to give me a lift.
-Then what do you really want?
-Oh, my, my!
What a promising and smart kid you are!
-Then why aren't you helping me, man?
-Help?
What kind of help do you want?
Yo, buddy! You already know
what kind of help I need.
Make me a Single Papa, man!
[sighs and clicks tongue]
Sorry, sir, but no one can help you.
My mom won't approve of it, sir.
What? But why? Hey, wait!
Just wait a minute.
Why wouldn't she approve it?
-What's she got against me?
-Okay. Let's start at male chauvinism.
Patriarchal mindset,
immaturity.
You're pretty short-tempered,
and mannerless.
And even if my mom ignores all of that,
how will she ignore your gender?
Meaning?
In general, she believes
that men are not good at parenting.
And every mother is a single mother.
Because the burden of parenting
mostly falls on them.
But of course, if you were married,
you'd have a better chance.
So what do I do now?
You guys want me
to get a sex-change operation?
-[Shlok] Sir, you should get married.
-Huh?
Well, I hope that after our marriage…
you want kids, right?
Yes, Of course
[sighs in relief] Thank God!
So, I've already selected a baby.
Now I'm just looking for a beautiful
and nice mother for him.
-What?
-Yeah!
Ready-made kid with a husband.
Package deal!
Sorry, mister!
You don't need a wife. You need a nanny.
Don't marry me if you don't want to.
But in front of the adoption agency,
just say yes.
Just so I can get the baby.
Do I look like a fool to you?
So tell me,
what are your views on adoption?
Why do you want to adopt?
[coyly] I'm there to give you one.
[funky music playing]
But I am looking for a mom, you see.
Not mom. What you need
is a good psychiatrist.
-Disgusting!
-[fists thud table]
[sighs and groans]
Sir, tea, coffee, cold drink?
Hey, man, can you get me a mom?
What, sir?
[theme music playing]
♪ Single Papa Pa Pa Pa Pa Papa ♪
It's not like I chose
my own gender, right?
-This is not right!
-Exactly!
Then why am I getting punished for this?
-Because you have to wear your undies!
-Huh?
Pawan!
You hold the undies.
I'll distract him with cartoons.
I'll chase him around,
you just catch him and pull the undies up.
-Vivaan, stop!
-[Vivaan] No, no!
Think hard, broski.
Do you really want to adopt?
Bro, it needs planning and plotting
even to put undies on him.
-Are you ready for all this?
-Hey, bro!
I am here to talk about
all the discrimination against me,
not your undies.
Women have faced discrimination
for centuries.
-Now you tolerate a bit.
-Oh, come on!
I'm really not in a mood to listen
to your boring lecture on feminism.
Guys, you don't understand!
Amul will be taken away by someone else,
and I'll just be sitting here
doing nothing.
What I don't understand is that
how could you take the decision
of adopting Amul
without consulting anyone.
-You should've discussed it with someone.
-Really?
When you and Jasmine decided
that you guys wanted to get married,
-you just copied us on the email, right?
-She was preg…
And I love her, alright?
My story was different.
So how is it any different, man?
It's the same thing.
How is it the same thing, bro?
Do you love Amul?
Love? [scoffs]
My friend, love is too small a word.
I'll tell you what I feel for Amul.
-The only word…
-[tender music playing]
"Lovest" is the right word for it.
-"Lovest"?
-Yeah!
Big, bigger, biggest? Love, lover, lovest.
Bro, this isn't "lovest," it's "egoist"!
That Mrs. Nehra has hurt your ego,
and your inner Jat has gone crazy.
Look, being Amul's Single Papa
is what I want to do.
-Swear on your mom.
-Man, I swear on my mom!
Alright then!
Now onwards, I'm on your side.
[Jasmine] Pawan, you come here
and make your son wear undies.
-[Pawan] Hey!
-[funky music playing]
[brusquely] Hey! Hey, Mowgli!
Wear your underwear before I slap you.
Pawan! Gentle parenting!
[Pawan, syrupy sweet] Hey, Mowgli! Wear
your underwear quickly before I slap you.
[Jasmine] Good boy! Yes!
[upbeat music playing]
-[whines] Why don't you listen to me?
-[plate clatters]
Mummy, you can't get affected
by whatever they are saying.
And why do ya'll behave like servants
in front of Goldie's parents?
Nammo, girls from good homes
don't post such things.
How would I know? I never received
"the reputed family handbook".
Hey, what happened?
Why are you guys arguing?
My mother-in-law wants me to delete
all my swimsuit pictures
from my social media.
So do it. What's wrong with that?
I said the same thing.
Why should I? It's my private account.
I worked hard on these abs.
Why shouldn't I flaunt them?
She's got a point, Mummy!
Her hard work was on some other level.
Even now she can do a hundred crunches.
Actually, it is her fault.
-She advised me to add her.
-And now I am telling you to delete them.
I will not delete. Make her understand.
You guys take my advice.
Toss a coin,
or play rock, paper, scissors.
Just stop boring me, please.
Nammo, you simply have to delete them
before they decide to delete you.
Remember the last time?
You were deleted right before the wedding.
[music stops abruptly]
[quick high-heeled footsteps retreating]
A very warm welcome to all of you,
to Aashi's Birthing and Beyond.
Today we are going to learn
the most important step of parenting.
"How to make a baby burp?"
-[door slams loudly]
-[women gasp]
-[funky music plays]
-[hushed exchanges]
[softly] Sorry.
[furtive music playing]
Sorry. Shh!
[Gaurav clears throat]
[woman 1 whispers] What's a man
doing here?
[instructor] Okay, let's continue.
So first of all, we will hold
the baby in this manner.
Then, we'll gently rub
the baby's back a couple of times
until the baby burps.
-[woman 2 gasps]
-[funky music plays]
[woman 3 chuckles]
This is how you pat a baby. The back.
Like this. Upwards.
Yeah, but its head…
It's fallen off a little bit.
Next time, please bring
your wife along, okay?
Teacher ma'am, actually,
I can do much better.
-That, uh…
-[tense music plays]
I don't know why but right now,
I have this weird feeling inside me.
Like my… like my baby… he just…
I'll… I'll be back in the next class.
Sorry. Thank you.
[pensive music playing]
-[dogs barking outside]
-[insects chirping]
[frantic knocking at metallic door]
-Sir?
-How are you?
It's quite late.
It's not allowed
to come here so late at night.
Where… where is Shlok?
Shlok sir must be inside.
Go and tell Shlok that I am here.
-It's important. I'm right here.
-But, sir!
You go tell him. I'll wait here.
-[Amul crying]
-[woman, soothingly] Oh, my baby!
-No, no, no, no. Don't cry.
-[Amul continues fussing]
-No, don't cry baby!
-[Amul crying]
[coos soothingly]
-[Amul crying gutturally]
-[caretaker coos soothingly]
-No, no--
-What happened to him?
-Uh--
-Why is he crying?
Here, give him to me.
-Oh, my little cutie pie.
-Hey!
-What happened to my darling?
-[Amul crying]
-[Gaurav] Shh! Shh!
-[tender music playing]
-[Amul stops crying]
-No, no, no, no, no, no.
Hi, cutu!
[tender music drowns audio]
[Amul coos]
[coos happily]
[Amul gurgles softly]
[tender music continues]
[emotionally stirring music continues]
What happened?
Amul was constantly crying since an hour,
and no one could get him to stop.
But he stopped crying
the moment he took him.
[tender music continues]
[humming Amul's lullaby]
-[whispers] Hi! Oh, my baby!
-[Amul gurgles]
Shh, shh!
Hey, don't eat my finger.
I knew that something
was wrong with my son.
I had this really weird feeling you know.
[Amul fusses softly]
Yeah!
How do you think Papa got to know, huh?
-[Amul coos]
-[scoffs softly]
-It's happened for the first time.
-[fusses softly]
Oh, my baby. It's alright.
Hush, hush. Shh, shh.
Look here. Who's this? Who's that?
-[Amul coos]
-[Gaurav] Who's that?
-[tender music fades]
-[insects chirping]
[Shlok] Sir, please wait!
[Shlok panting]
[Gaurav] What is it?
Okay! You win.
Huh?
You definitely deserve
at least one fair chance.
[slow, happy piano music playing]
Seriously? You mean
you're going to help me?
Look, tell me the truth,
or I might just cry.
Go ahead.
Boys do cry!
Yeah, I know that, bro.
Kohli, Pandya, Rohit Sharma…
I've seen them all crying on the field.
But please make sure Mom doesn't
get to know anything about this.
Because, for the first time,
I'm doing something against her will.
While I try to help you,
I don't want my mom and me
to end up having differences between us.
[voice breaking] You're such a sweetheart!
Look, I know you don't want
to go against your mom. [sniffles]
But come here.
I want to thank you from my heart.
Thank you. [sobbing]
[whispers] Thank you.
Give me a hug.
Thank you, man! [chuckles]
[upbeat theme music playing]
-So this is CACA.
-Yeah, yeah! I know about this one.
-Did Mom tell you?
-Ma'am told me.
First, you'll have to get yourself
registered here.
And after that, you'll be able
to see all the agencies in your area.
Out of which,
you need to select Sneh Bhavan.
-Yeah.
-After that,
you will have to upload
all your documents for KYC.
Come on! Are you done?
That's just the beginning, sir.
Next comes the HSR process.
Here, a social worker
prepares a home study report
after visiting your house.
Home study report.
Meaning they'll come to check
if everything is okay, right?
Not just that.
They might even want
to interview your family.
They could visit your neighbours
and even workplace, if they feel like.
[upbeat music continues]
But first things first, you'll have
to get your family onboard somehow.
Without them,
this adoption is not possible.
-Why, bro?
-Because for a single father,
there should be at least
one family member of the other gender
who can be the child's guardian.
And if the whole family is onboard,
then your case gets stronger.
Here!
We're fudged!
What are you going to do now?
What can I do, bro?
Now whatever has to be done, God will do.
Just have faith.
-[temple bell rings]
-[devotional veena music plays]
Wearing a garland of flowers so cute
Lord Krishna plays his flute
Wow!
Mumma! Please cover your head.
-Pandit ji, just tell me something.
-Yes?
As far as we have heard,
Lord Krishna's real parents
were Lady Devaki and Lord Vasudev.
-Right?
-Yes, indeed, but Lord Vasudev later on
dropped Lord Krishna off
to Lady Yashoda and Lord Nand
who eventually raised him.
-Wow!
-[whispers] Are you a foreigner?
-Why are you asking such basic questions?
-Quiet!
So basically, Pandit ji,
what you are trying to tell me
is that our Lord Krishna was…
He was adopted?
[Pandit] Yes, he was.
In a way, you can say that.
I can assure you, though,
our Lord loved his adoptive mother
and father most dearly.
Wow!
[exclaiming appreciatively]
Our cultural heritage is just so rich!
Adoption was a thing back then!
-Uh, Pandit ji, are we done?
-Yes, we are done.
Yes, Papa, we're done.
-Come, I'll see you to the door.
-Okay.
What happened to him?
-Nothing.
-[temple bell rings]
Nothing's happened,
everything's all right.
[Gaurav sings "Yashomati
Maiya Se Bole Bandlalathi"]
You get such a beautiful feeling,
right, after you've prayed?
Uh, Mumma! I need to tell you about
some… something close to my heart
Hmm. [air kisses] Tell me.
You know I…
I'm crazy about becoming a papa.
Son, it's well-known fact
all around Buckingham Palaces
that you want to be a papa.
I understand.
You understand, right?
-[clicks fingers]
-Done!
I'm gonna file Amul's adoption papers
first thing in the morning tomorrow.
-Adoption?
-Amul?
Is this the same kid
you brought home the other day?
Correct! Baby of Gaurav Gehlot!
Being Amul's Single Papa
is what I really want to do.
I want to smoke what you're smoking.
Just shut up! Have you lost your mind?
Seems like after the divorce,
you've lost your ability to think!
What is this out-of-character behaviour?
Did something happen?
Oh, why are you guys behaving like this?
Just think. We had him with us
for just one night,
and there was so much joy
and happiness here.
Now imagine, if he stays here permanently
how much happiness there will be?
Oh, Son, you need an exorcism.
-Reshma! Bring the red chilies.
-Oh, Mummy!
Oh, he's gonna call you "Grandma"!
Nammo, he'll call you "Aunty"!
And he'll call you an idiot!
That's not fair at all, Papa.
If Lady Yashoda and Lord Nand
thought the way you guys are thinking now,
we would never
have been blessed with Lord Krishna!
You don't understand
what I'm trying to tell you!
Fool! We don't want
to understand it either.
It's better you close your brain shutter
and go open the shop shutter.
I'm gonna bring up this topic
this evening, Papa.
-Try it again and you'll get one from me.
-[Poonam gasps]
-Now go open the shop.
-[voice shaking] Okay! I'm leaving.
But I'm going to go
to the outlet in Sector 55.
Stay away from me. I need my space.
Yeah, good, go on.
We'd be glad not to see your face either.
Needs space!
I'll send him straight to space.
Papa!
Chillies, ma'am!
Oh, wow! [smacks lips]
It's raining whiskey today?
[smacks lips] That too single malt?
Ah! Oh Lord, you'll shut my--
Hey! Hey! Hey!
[upbeat music playing]
What are you doing?
Have you lost your mind?
Alcohol is sin!
It brings joy and happiness to millions.
It runs our home, you know?
And you are calling it a sin!
Meenu's priest clearly told me
that our past misdeeds
are affecting our children's fortunes.
So I am atoning for us.
From today, I'll take all the booze
in our shops and empty it in the drain.
Hey, you dumb nut!
If Meenu's priest asks you
to jump from a flyover, will you jump?
Tell me.
-Be quiet and listen. Don't speak! Listen!
-I will-- [splutters]
If you ever repeat this bullshit
superstition in our house again,
I'll make sure
that I send you back to your parents
on a one-way train ticket right now.
You stay right there. I'm coming up.
She's going to bleed me dry!
But my parent's home is in Sohna.
No train goes that side.
[guitarist singing a French song]
Nams, please delete
those bikini pictures, baby.
You clicked them in Goa.
-I thought you liked them?
-[both] Shh!
Of course, I like them.
All I am saying is that,
start a new account.
You can post there.
And, Gaurav, look, we're on your side.
Why one child? Adopt two.
But after marriage.
No, man! That's just not happening.
I've totally lost my faith in marriage.
Our marriage, my marriage with Namrata.
What does your marriage
have to do with my adoption?
Come on, first of all,
it's an inter-caste marriage.
Then there's the rich-poor divide too.
-Are you calling us poor?
-[woman] No!
Mannerless.
Hey, Granny,
the performance is there. Look in front.
I didn't mean poor, middle-class.
-Okay, fine, upper middle-class.
-No, bro, we get what you mean.
You want to make it sound
like we live below the poverty line.
No, you're taking it the wrong way.
I don't mean that at all.
What I am trying to say is that
if your family is conservative,
mine is a hundred times more.
Only I know how difficult
it was to get their approval.
So your adoption quest
and all of your pics in bikini
will lead to needless complications.
-Deleted them! Happy?
-[Gaurav] Enjoy.
-What?
-Hey!
Let's go. I can't understand
a word she's singing anyway.
[vehicles zooming past in the distance]
-[phone dialling]
-[man] I love you, baby.
[woman] Hmm. Love you.
-Hey, Shlok?
-Yes sir, tell me.
Okay listen,
don't submit my application right now.
What? Why?
For the next few days,
I am gonna be out of town.
Sir, the adoption process
takes a very long time.
I would suggest you apply right away.
Is that so?
[couple talking indistinctly]
Okay, fine then.
-[clicks tongue]
-[disconnect tone beeps]
[birds calling]
-[intriguing music playing]
-[cutlery clattering]
Your record for keeping a fight going
is six days, seven hours.
-So? You want to break our record?
-[Gaurav's mom] Don't talk rubbish!
So what should I do?
Our son is wasting away,
and you're concerned about your ego.
Your majesty, I'm asking you,
"Tell me what to do."
Have you ever given it a thought
that our Gaurav could have a problem
we don't understand?
There's not just one problem
we must address.
Tell me a problem
which your son doesn't suffer from.
His wife left him.
Thanks to nepotism, he got a shop to run,
but he can't perform there either.
And that Pawan… Our son only roams around
with that useless fellow.
-And--
-Okay, that's enough!
You just need an excuse
to run down my precious son.
[clicks tongue]
I am talking about
the same problem that Mishra has.
Hmm?
-Diabetes?
-No.
-BP?
-No.
-Is it piles?
-Oh, no!
-So, gout?
-[suspenseful music playing]
Which problem of Mishra are you talking
about which you know about but I don't?
Okay, listen to me.
I am not talking about Mishra senior,
but about Mishra junior right now.
The problem that was shown
in Shubh Mangal Savdhaan.
Wait!
You mean h*m*?
[grunts dismissively] No,
you're thinking about Zyada Savdhaan.
I am talking about the first movie.
Got it, got it, got it.
That problem
where he's got a limp biscuit.
[soggy biscuit plops into tea]
So now you simply have to go
and talk to your son about this.
[both] No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You know, Poonam,
I've never even had such a conversation
with my father in my entire life.
How do I bring up this with my son?
No way. You go and talk to him.
You want a mother to talk
to her son about such things?
You roam around
with a bossy attitude at home,
but you can't even talk to your own son.
-Wait!
-Give me that, you're done.
-Let me finish my food.
-[Poonam] Forget it!
Here you go, Papa.
That's a total of 400,000.
-Wow! That's great, Son.
-[Gaurav] Isn't it?
I've been suggesting
this Wine Wednesday idea for so long.
Because of the discount,
we had a line of women around the block.
-[Gaurav's dad] Hmm.
-[Gaurav] Nobody can resist free wine.
[suspenseful music playing]
This wasn't available.
We'll need to order more of this.
Okay, sir.
[suspenseful music continues]
[music fades]
Order some of this,
and tally the stocks for this too, okay?
-Alright, I'll do that.
-Get it.
[slow, suspenseful music resumes]
[footsteps approaching]
What happened, Papa?
All the money is there.
You can check the accounts.
-It's not like I'm gonna steal from you.
-Gaurav, are you important?
[funky music playing]
-[softly] Thank you, Papa.
-[music stops]
This is the first time I felt seen by you.
-[funky music resumes]
-[inhales deeply]
I mean over the last few days,
all the arguments and differences
between us got to me,
and I kind of started feeling
like I was all alone, Papa.
This confirms that you're important.
[chuckles self-consciously]
Now that you've said it, yes, I am.
[tsks disapprovingly] It's no wonder
that Aparna left you.
-Huh?
-[Gaurav's dad draws in air]
Man! Milk, butter, ghee, cream!
We have fed you everything good in life.
You even look fit and healthy.
Then how could you be important?
No one in our family tree
has ever been important.
-Then how could you be?
-No, Papa. Why are you saying such things?
You are extremely important too.
Hey! Are you out of your mind?!
[splutters] How could I be important?
I fathered two healthy kids.
-Huh?
-Okay, listen. [shushes]
According to Mishra,
Viagra is really effective.
It'll boost your horsepower
to the maximum.
-[horse neighs]
-Papa?
[Gaurav's dad] Hmm?
Are you saying important
when you mean impotent?
-Tomahto, tomato.
-[groans] Oh, man!
Do you really think that I am impotent?
-You only said that--
-What's wrong with you?!
What the hell are you drinking?!
Are you high?!
Why would I be high?
Why don't you explain this to me?
If you are not important,
what is the reason
you're thinking of adopting a kid?
Huh?
So you think adoption means
I'm sh**ting blanks?
[Gaurav] You... [groans]
You listen to me, Papa.
Four years ago,
when Pawan's son was born, Vivaan?
I went to visit them at the hospital.
And when, for the first time,
Pawan held his son in his arms, Papa,
there was
this beautiful smile on his face.
There was a kind of happiness
which I had never seen him
experience before.
He was so full of joy.
It was as if he had found
the biggest treasure of his life.
Papa, that's the same kind of happiness
that I want in my life.
Then, my son, the simplest way forward
is to get married and have your own child.
Your very own blood.
-You must continue our family line--
-Papa, that's the problem.
The child should be your own flesh
and blood, get married, why adopt,
family line!
I don't know why I try
to explain anything to any of you?!
Just forget it, man!
You're calling me impotent?
Man, take away his drink
and give him a dictionary.
[funky music playing]
[music fades]
[birds twittering outside]
Okay, tell me,
why do you want to adopt a child?
Do you sense some kind of, uh, void
or emptiness that you want to fill?
No, Mrs. Nehra.
There is no emptiness in my life.
I actually have a very full life.
I have all I need.
I have friends,
a loving family, an occupation.
That's when I realized
I want to be a mother.
Because I have lots of love to give.
She said, "Maa,
who wants to have a man-child,
when they can have a child?"
-[clicks tongue] Mom!
-[chuckles]
You'll both be moving
here all the way from Asansol.
Won't this shift be difficult?
We have always supported Sayonee.
-In every decision. Isn't it? [chuckles]
-[Sayonee] Yes, Papa.
That's nice.
Anyway, thank you.
I'll get back to you.
Thank you.
-[Hindustani classical vocals playing]
-Come on, apply that oil nicely.
It's just oil, not gold foil.
[sighs]
[moans]
-[Reshma, softly] Sir?
-[moans] Aaaaah!
-[speaks louder] Sir!
-[moans in tune with the song] Yeaaaah!
[chuckles] Look at this, buddy.
Love letters even at this age.
Wait, just a minute.
[letter rustles]
[exhales]
[shakily, matching the massage]
"This… is… to… certify…"
-[song on stereo swells]
-[draws out a "heeeeee" sound as he reads]
[reading indistinctly]
-[breathing shakily]
-[song stops abruptly]
[shouts] Gaurav!
Idiot!
-[grunts]
-[dramatic music playing]
-Gaurav Gehlot!
-What's wrong?
Why're you blaring like a horn
early in the morning?
I am not blaring like a horn.
I'm gearing up
to beat the sh*t out of him. Gaurav!
Come down, now!
-[Poonam yelps in shock]
-Hmm.
-Gaurav!
-Gaurav!
Hey, neighbours will show up!
Calm the hell down!
I don't even get
a single Sunday to sleep in.
You guys can't keep calm
and carry on for even one Sunday?
-What's wrong?
-Read this!
[grunts] Why are you standing there
with a knife?
What is this?
"Your adoption application
has been successful."
[yelps] Wait!
"Approved!" Is this why
you are yelling so much?
Shout some more, shout some more, Papa.
You're going to be a grandpa!
Keep yelling, Mummy!
You're going to be a grandma!
-Nammo's going to be an aunt. Hey, Nammo!
-[groans]
Where is Aunt Nammo?
Reshma! Get some sweets!
Serve some sweets!
Hey, Siri! Turn on music!
-[loud music plays]
-[vocalizes] ♪ Dinga dakka dakka ♪
-Where's Nammo?
-She's gone for yoga!
-And you stop jumping around!
-Yeah!
-Siri! Shut up!
-[music stops]
Guggu, when your Papa and I had made it
very clear that we are against this thing,
why did you submit the application?
You guys are upset now? Huh?
And what do mean "thing"?
He's not a thing, okay?
He's baby of Gaurav Gehlot.
He's this family's pride and joy.
Show him some respect, okay?
"Respect"?
Look who's talking about respect.
You've destroyed
our reputation in society.
There's no respect left.
-First a divorce, now this?
-[Gaurav] Reputation?
What reputation and respect
are you talking about, Papa?
Don't be dramatic.
This isn't a movie. This is my life.
Guggu, couldn't you think about
your younger sister even for a minute?
How's Nammo connected to all of this?
And for your kind information
and broadcasting,
I told them
that I didn't want to go ahead.
But even then, they went ahead
and approved my application.
-That means the gods want this to happen.
-[groans]
Amul is destined to be a part of my life.
Looks like our fate is cursed
that we have a son like you.
I should've k*lled you when you're born.
-But now, now…
-[dramatic music playing]
If you dare to mention
the word adoption even once,
then you… you…
you'll see my dead body.
Papa, don't be so melodramatic, man!
-Even I have a g*n. Just wait.
-[Poonam grunts]
-[Poonam whispers indistinctly]
-Here you go. Here's my g*n.
Now if you keep trying
to sabotage this adoption process,
-then you will have to see my dead body.
-Hey!
[dramatic music continues]
Now listen to me.
If you two don't put down
your g*ns right now,
then you both…
you both will see my dead body
-Okay, then.
-[Gaurav's dad] Let's do it.
-Go ahead.
-[Poonam] Okay?
[all three voices overlapping]
-[Poonam] Let's do it!
-[Gaurav] I'm gonna go through with it.
-I'm waiting.
-Mummy, put the knife down.
-I have an instinct about these things.
-Hey!
One look at you and I was absolutely sure
you're not fit for this adoption.
You! What are you doing here?
-HSR
-HSR?
[funky music playing]
What?! I received the letter just today.
And you came the same day?
That too on a Sunday?
Even sincerity has a limit, madam.
Irrespective of the day,
men like you, Mr. Gehlot,
can easily father a child.
But you'll never be a Papa.
The two are very different things.
Who is this lady who's firing
these b*ll*ts of sarcasm at us?
Is she the mother of that child?
-What?!
-[Gaurav] Papa!
-Be quiet! Put the g*n down.
-[grunts]
This is Mrs. Nehra. She…
The house report is filed by her.
The one needed for adoption.
Oh, I see. Would you like some tea?
Are you going to have me drink
tea while stabbing me?
-Or once you've shot me with a g*n?
-[chuckles] This is a fruit knife.
-Would you like an apple?
-You apple!
Put down the knife. Forget the damn apple.
Madam, you, why don't you have some tea?
Cardamom tea?
Reshma makes a really good cup--
-No.
-[Gaurav] No?
Okay, don't have tea.
Just give me two minutes
to explain all of this.
This is all just a huge mess.
We're all just a bunch of hotheads,
and what you just saw was a choir
of three hotheads all trying to sing solo.
But we actually calm down really quickly.
We are very peace loving.
This is my papa and this is my mummy.
-We are the happy Gehlots.
-[funky music swells and fades]
Thank you.
Let me be very clear about one thing,
I've got all the information
I needed to make a decision,
and I'm also very happy to inform you
that in this HSR,
you have failed miserably
-as expected, Mr. Gaurav Gehlot.
-[exults]
-Thank you very much.
-Failed?
Madam, don't say that.
Please listen to me.
Thank you, madam!
You've made an excellent decision.
Gaurav is a complete idiot. Remember
when he got a goldfish as a child?
-It died in three days.
-Hey, Mummy!
-[both arguing indistinctly]
-This boy is not trustworthy at all.
-Two-faced, unreliable.
-[Gaurav] Papa! Papa!
-He had a love marriage and divorced her!
-No, Papa.
-[grunts]
-[Gaurav] What are you saying?
Both of you have absolutely nothing
to worry about at all.
No way Gaurav
is going to be able to adopt Amul.
-No!
-[Poonam] Really?
And I thank you
for your kind help and honesty.
-Thank you, madam.
-Thank you, madam.
-Thank you so much!
-These guys are just angry, madam.
-Thanks.
-Thank you for your co-operation.
-Yes! [chuckling]
-[chuckling]
[gate squeaks opens and shuts]
[shouts] Are you guys out of your mind?!
You think this is a joke?
What nonsense were you babbling
in front on her? She's gone--
-Man, who are you?
-The masseur.
-Huh?
-[unsurely] Massage…
-Just take your stuff and get out.
-Sir, I would need the OTP.
Yes, it's, uh…
Eight-seven-three-nine. Now leave!
Sir, give me a good--
-Get out quickly!
-[Gaurav's dad] Go, man!
[footsteps receding]
Look, if you guys can't help me,
that's absolutely fine.
-But don't sabotage my life.
-[tense music playing]
That Mrs. Nehra…
She's going to destroy
me in the HSR report.
And because of you guys
I am going to fail this HSR.
That's great!
For the first time,
your failure is making me happy.
[voice breaking] Okay, Papa,
then be happy.
But don't forget that I am your flesh
and blood. Stubborn as a mule.
And I won't accept defeat so easily.
[melancholic music playing]
Is that so?
-Then you'll have to choose.
-[tense music playing]
Between your family and that child.
Because if you want to live in my house,
you will have to follow my rules.
[inhales and exhales deeply]
We hope you'll make the right choice.
[tender, moving music playing]
[emotional, wordless vocalizing]
[Amul cries]
[music swells]
[nostalgic music playing]
[music swells and fades]
[soft, upbeat music playing]
♪ At every fork in the road ♪
♪ With open arms ♪
♪ My Dreams... awaits me ♪
♪ Speaking with a smile ♪
♪ Who knows what they say ♪
♪ How they define happiness ♪
♪ They infuse words with colour ♪
♪ Half of a promise, or more than half ♪
♪ Remains incomplete ♪
♪ Shall I steal all the stars ♪
♪ That hold up the sky? ♪
♪ Hold them tight in my fist ♪
♪ And hand them over to you? ♪
♪ Shall I steal all the stars ♪
♪ That hold up the sky? ♪
♪ Hold them tight in my fist ♪
♪ And hand them over to you? ♪
[music fades]
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