Come on, let's go!
-Grandpa, come with me. -Yes, son.
Move the car forward.
Come on.
-Grandma… -Tisca.
-Grandma… -Grandma, how's mom?
-Calm down all of you. -Is she okay?
-Stay calm! -Where is she?
Be strong.
No one will cry.
-Okay? -Hemlata…
-Grandma. -What happened?
How is she?
Pallavi is alright.
What if something went wrong?
Nothing will go wrong.
Nothing will happen to Pallavi.
Tisca, why are you here?
-Why? -Both of us got her here in an ambulance.
She is such a brave girl.
She's my number two daughter-in-law.
My number two!
And Ramesh, he almost wet his pants.
-Really? -Yes.
He kept crying continuously in the ambulance.
Sanju, Uncle Jatin is calling.
She is okay, guys.
So, doctor and matron, smile and say "cheese".
There we go.
Where is Ramesh? I'll go look for him.
He isn't here.
Jatin threw him out!
-Really? -Yes.
-Where did he go? -Over there.
Ramesh… Look at him. He's crying.
Ramesh.
Why don't you eat something, son?
Pallavi is much better now.
Have some thepla and chutney at least.
No, Baa.
-Some other snacks? -No.
You try and ask him.
-Dad… -I'll go and talk to him.
Ramesh, you should eat some food.
I don't want to.
Jatin told me to get out. "Get out!"
All I said was…
"Give her thrombolytic if it's a mild heart attack. "
He said, "No, I'll give her nitro-glycerin,
conduct an open heart surgery. "
Ramesh, my son.
Jatin is a doctor.
Who knows more about medicines? You or him?
Me!
Of course. Doctors simply write prescriptions.
We're the ones giving the medicines.
Heard that?
What's wrong?
Every doctor…
Every single doctor.
You have a problem with every doctor, don't you, Ramesh?
Papa, Tisca's gynecologist is Dr. Goswami.
Ramesh called him useless!
Of course! Have you seen his handwriting?
Neat and clean.
How will a pharmacist decipher it?
Ramesh, Dr. Goswami is a record-holding gynecologist.
He delivered 13 babies at the same time!
Don't lie.
No woman has delivered 13 babies at the same time.
Dad, she meant 13 babies from 13 women.
Then, how is it a record?
Ramesh…
Dr. Goswami is a world-renowned gynecologist cum kho-kho player.
-Kho-kho? -Champion of his locality, Borivali West.
Ramesh even has a problem with a world-renowned genius doctor like me!
-What else can I say! -World-renowned it seems!
My Jatin has performed over 400 heart surgeries.
Only one patient had chest pain after the surgery, in 18 years.
That's only because I left my watch inside him!
Don't leave out the details, Falu.
Right! He performed another surgery on the patient within an hour.
Didn't you, Jatin?
Naturally. Would I leave it inside him?
Don't you have a photo to show us?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
See.
We distributed dessert hampers worth 5,000 rupees.
Dessert hampers? Why?
I recovered my limited-edition watch worth over 2.7 million rupees.
Of course I wanted to celebrate.
Please use your common sense!
Hello, you "uncommon sense" duo…
-Hey… -Ayu--
Tell us what we should do now.
-Medication and healthy eating. -Okay.
This was a mild one but…
Papa, please tell her to take it easy.
High hopes.
Within two days…
Pallavi will be looking after all the patients at this hospital.
Or she'll be in my hospital canteen.
Menu change.
puri-bhaji…
cheese samosa, ragda-pattice…
Seriously! Pallavi has turned herself into a bloody tireless social worker.
And let me tell you, Papa…
-How's Pallavi? -that would be suicide.
She'll choose killing herself looking after others than herself!
All of you need to understand.
Our first responsibility is towards ourselves.
Okay?
-Show them the photo. -Of responsibility?
-Photo of the canteen, Falu. -Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I'll inform him.
Simone is a very talented designer.
She's capable of perfectly executing
what both of us had visualized together.
Bye, Sanjuoy.
See…
"Sanjuoy!"
You and Tisca are the only ones who say it right.
Jacky, wait.
Actually I forgot to tell you.
The banquet hall of Magna Marvel Mall needs to be decorated next month
for a special occasion.
Will you please help us?
Please.
-Ready, Grandpa? -Ready.
-Three, two, one, go! -Yeah.
There it goes!
I won!
I get the first prize.
-Okay, Grandpa, you get the first prize. -Yes.
Where are you going? Let's play again.
-Aryan… -To get the first prize, Grandpa.
-See, I made a painting of our family. -Yeah?
-You, me, Pallavi Grandma… -Yeah?
and our little babies.
Very good.
But I don't see your parents here.
-Where are they? -They are at their new house.
We live here.
Can we stay with you, Grandpa?
Sure.
You and Pallavi Grandma only will look after me.
Sure.
Okay.
Come on, let's say our version of A-B-C.
Ready?
A for?
Acetaminophen.
Very good. B for?
Benzoyl peroxide.
Very good. C for?
Creatinine.
Very, very good.
-D for? -Dada!
Grandpa, K for?
K for keratin.
-No. -No?
-No. -Then?
Naughty boy.
This fruit punch is for Pallavi.
Aloo chaat for my baby.
And panipuri for grandma.
Enough. Thank you.
-Hope you've added some vodka. -Yes, I have.
Okay.
-Mom… you need some? -Oh!
Home for Specials, Suresh Uncle is online.
Hi, Uncle.
Hey, how are you?
Where is Pallavi?
See.
Pallavi, how are you feeling?
Hey, as healthy as a horse.
Right.
We might just tie a carriage to this horse and rent it out!
Grandma!
We'll earn some money.
Just look over there. The men are cooking food for us!
Hey, two-in-one pregnancy, come here.
She's three and a half months pregnant…
but she's doing all the housework.
She's looking after Pallavi as well.
And you, sit in your club and carry on being a BJ!
BJ?
DJ, Madam Mixed-up-Lata!
Baa, BJ?
BJ is what I like.
What's so funny?
I really do.
What's so funny about it?
-Ask Pallavi. -Me?
-What? -Pallavi, is that true?
Is that true?
I would enjoy BJ all day if I could.
What are you laughing at, Papa?
At Las Vegas, you had enjoyed it all night at the table.
-Please tell us the full form! -Why are you guys laughing?
Black Jack!
-Oh, Black Jack! -Why do I need to spell it out?
You guys are too much.
-Tisca, when is the house getting ready? -Yeah?
-When are you shifting? -Yes.
Never. We have canceled it.
Why?
It's time I take care of my mother.
That's why we're not moving.
Too good, Tisca. We're going to drink to that.
-Yes, we are! -Cheers!
You know, Mom, we're so used to living together as a family…
Yes, that's true…
but everyone is used to their own ways.
Sheela, for example, is used to bossing around in the hospital.
Our dear Ramesh is used to distributing medicines!
Correct.
Your mother…
-she's used to smoking, isn't she? -Yes.
You see?
Why change a habit that makes us happy?
-You're right, Baa. -Yeah.
Fill it.
We're not harming anyone, right?
-We aren't. -Let's drink to that.
-Cheers! -Cheers!
How is it?
It's not like fake Scotch Whiskey.
Really?
Does it get you drunk fast?
Very fast.
God bless you, my son.
Ayushi, you don't need to sharpen the carrot…
-like a pencil. -Why don't you do it yourself?
Me?
No chance.
Such is life.
This is life!
Fine! Such is this is life!
Who is it?
Auntie Falu.
What is it, Falu?
Hi, Mummy.
How is Pallavi?
Back to pavilion.
See…
Wrong again, Grandma.
Back to square one.
Hey, enough. Please.
Let it be.
When will you be back?
You'll be here next week, won't you?
For the surprise baby shower?
Yes, I hope he gets better by then.
What happened to Jatin?
Mummy, actually…
we're at McMillan Hospital, Melbourne.
ICU private room, 1,000 dollars per night.
Jatin had an accident.
Wow!
-What?! -Grandma.
Oh no, what happened?
He was punched by a kangaroo when he tried to feed it a carrot.
His entire face is swollen.
A tooth has cracked as well.
Falu, show them the photo.
No, we can see how swollen your face is, Jatin.
No need to show us a photo.
Come on, Mummy.
Why will I show you the photo of the swelling?
See this.
I was about to show you this carrot.
Oh…
-Falu. -Yes.
Why are you showing them the carrot?
-Exactly! -Exactly!
Exactly! Show them the tooth.
Mummy, see…
Jatin's tooth.
How white is it!
The nurse mistook it for a pearl!
You know what, extract all his teeth
make a pearl necklace with it and gift it to the nurse!
Bye!
-That was epic, Grandma. -Unbelievable!
Hey, what's-your-name…
ICU, fill my glass.
No, thank you.
I'll get it for you.
Sanju…
take him.
-What? -Take him inside…
-What? -He's saying, Aryan is asleep.
-Speak loudly, Ramesh. -Where is my car?
Hey.
Aryan.
Baa!
Sanju, wait.
Tisca.
You too, Tisca.
Ayushi, please excuse us.
Tisca said, you're not moving into your new apartment.
Yes, Dad.
We want to live with all of you.
That's what you wanted too.
You…
you should move out.
Of course when the children are a little older…
when they start eating baby food and fruits like…
mango, chikoo, custard apple, pomegranate--
-And-- -Dad.
Banana, oranges, chikoo, sweet lime…
You can move out when you feel the time is right.
What happened, Dad?
Did we do something wrong?
On the contrary.
Actually, I was wrong.
My Pallavi suffered a heart attack!
When she was in the ICU and I was waiting downstairs…
I felt…
we're not living our lives.
We're living for our children, for you.
And…
we're doing it because we want to but…
in the bargain…
we've forgotten to live our own lives!
"Our first responsibility is towards ourselves. "
Falu's words made so much sense.
She doesn't always make sense
but that's because of Jatin.
I felt…
if we aren't happy ourselves…
then how can we…
what's that vegetable, Baa?
Kantora!
Right.
Baa.
Name a vegetarian vegetable, please.
-What's kantora? -What?
Fine! Take bottlegourd, eggplant, okra for example.
Okay.
I felt, if we aren't happy ourselves…
will potatoes bring happiness to others?
Dad…
-Look at him! -I'm right, aren't I?
Sanjuoy.
Almost.
You stressed on the "U" a little too much.
It's actually, Sanjuoy.
Not "Sanjuuoy".
But, you are getting better.
It's okay, Dad. I'll manage.
-I love you, Dad. -Love you, son.
What you said was just…
too good.
Actually…
I should thank Papa.
He explained everything to me.
I should thank him.
Then say it.
Papa…
You told him and didn't tell me?
Papa.
Give me a hug, my alchemist.
He explained it so beautifully.
My Mansukhlal Barjatya.
We've reached. Let's go.
This car is so high.
-Come on. -Someone, help me.
-Park and come to the banquet hall. -Okay.
-The banquet hall? -Yes.
Tisca took the nice car and left us this bad one since it is her party.
Can't you be quiet for two minutes, Complain-Lata?
-For two minutes? -Yes.
-No! -Just two minutes.
He is very quiet today.
I noticed, he is very quiet nowadays.
Did someone break your heart?
You did.
You're not giving your boyfriend any attention.
Aww… come with me.
I've been waiting for so long. What took you so long, Ramesh?
-We were stuck traffic, Sheela Auntie. -Yeah!
Everybody…
-Sheila Auntie, Grandma. -Yeah?
-Tisca doesn't know about this party. -Okay.
Total surprise, okay?
So, we should hide and then come out and scream…
surprise!
Right.
Grandma!
That was good!
Madam Stinky-Lata, it stinks!
-I can't help it. -I don't smell anything.
Add some of your gas in to her cylinder.
I can't help it. I haven't eaten since afternoon.
That's why this happens to me.
-Let's go have starters, and I'll be fine. -Let's go.
Let's go.
-Is my hair alright? -Perfect.
Let's all scream "surprise", together.
-We should do it together. -Okay.
Okay?
Hey…
why is it so dark?
Is there a power failure?
-It's a surprise, Grandma. -It's a surprise, Grandma.
Oh, right.
So, let me do something.
Let me hide under a table.
And then I'll come out and shout "surprise"!
Good idea?
Sanju?
Jacky?
Where is everyone?
Ramesh, where is everyone?
Sanju.
-Ayushi. Where is everyone? -Everyone's here.
-Baa! -Suresh?
What are you doing here?
Tell me. What are you doing here?!
This surprise is for you, Hemlata.
Oh my God!
What's going on?
What are you all up to?
This party was for Tisca, then why…
No one told me about this.
Superb!
Wow!
Baa, this is your anniversary party.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
It really is a surprise.
Baa, we'll have the ring ceremony and then you will exchange garlands.
Really?!
-And look here… -What?
-Wow! A movie screen. -Yeah.
-They'll show our movie. -Baa…
Come on, put the ring on her finger.
-Yeah. -Yes.
Go down on your knees, Grandpa.
-Go down on you knees. -Yes!
-Yes. -Come on.
-Hemlata… -Baa…
will you marry me?
Wow!
That looks like a solitaire. How much did it cost?
Less than two rupees!
Will you marry me or not?
Yes or no?
I'm willing to marry you in the next seven lives too.
Wait, no! Seven more lives?!
Party canceled.
No way.
-Let's go home. -Give it…
-Come on… -Get here.
-Please, Papa. -Give it…
-Come on, give it. -Okay.
Am I looking alright?
Of course, I dressed you.
Number one, Baa. Number one!
That's true.
-Go on. -Nothing.
Everyone, put you hands together.
Please give me your blessings.
Sure.
Hope your feet are clean.
-Yes, I just washed them. -Baa!
Oh God!
-What happened? -What's wrong?
Ramesh, help me out.
-Yes. -Ramesh, she's kidding.
-Drama-Lata… -Always mischievous.
-The garlands. -Yes!
-Thanks, beautiful. -Garlands…
Put it around her neck, Papa.
Wow! You got firecrackers too?!
Why would we get firecrackers to a mall?
What's that noise?
I don't know.
Shutters down!
Down!
Oh God!
Papa.