Meri Pyaari Bindu

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A quiet evening.

The birds have flown home.

A courtyard bathed in light.

A tired football game.

An old song on the radio.

A silent dog.

Suddenly the clang of cymbals.

And Goddess Durga appears

in the sky.

All eyes follow her.

Manohar uncle stunned,

so are Karma and Vimla.

Her shadow looms

over the neighbourhood...

tearing through the sky.

as "She" advances.

But no one knew...

on a roof in that same lane...

a man stood between

life and death.

They say your life flashes in front of

your eyes before you die.

But the only thing he could see...

Was the face of that girl.

Many teach you how to love...

..alas no one teaches you

how to forget that love.

"My Sweet Bindu."

Love is not an easy thing.

This much I know.

You are a river of fire.

I do not know how to swim.

You do not know how to drown.

Miss Chawla......

You seem very opposed to

Abhimanyu Roy's novels.

His stories are exploitative.

His worlds. dark and bitter.

All his characters are like him.

negative. angry and horny.

And he portrays all his women

as heartless witches.

None of his characters are real.

I tell you.

Mr.Roy?

Obviously my characters

aren't real.

I would hardly want

a scary ghost...

wearing a saree sitting

next to me.

I much prefer a Miss India.

Sea?

That's the problem.

He never discusses

anything real...

just hides behind cheap humor.

Sir. take this.

Love is not an easy thing.

This much I know.

You are a river of fire.

I do not know how to swim.

You could write poetry or crime

thrillers. Why horror stories?

When today's youth prefer

love stories.

So? Boy meets girl, they

live happily ever after. The End.

Everybody writes love stories.

Bankers, insurance agents.

housewives.

Horror is really interesting

as a genre.

The more you scare people.

the more they want to be scared.

All the best, sir.

"The Witch's Blouse."

I cannot tell you how many

copies it has sold!

It's broken the 10-year record

of the English-Hindi dictionary.

- Can I take a selfie?

- Sure.

Three years have gone by...

when is your next book?

Love is not an easy thing.

This much I know.

You are a river of fire.

I do not know how to swim.

Of course. It's the paper's

fault, Abhi.

How much longer?

We need a book You need a book.

Your goldfish needs a book.

Stop eating ketchup

and bread all day!

You smoke non-stop.

You don't answer any calls.

I'm fed up of calling.

God answers but not you.

Quiet!

The publisher paid you

two years ago.

- He's chasing me.

- I don't care.

His kid used to dirty my lap with

his goo. Now he googles all day.

Tell you what...

- Give me a date.

- Give me space.

It's a love story.

I knew you'd make me proud.

Don't do that!

A normal love story. right?

Girl-meets-boy?

Girl-girl?

Boy-meets-boy?

- Girl-meets-horse?

- Are you mad?

People write strange stuff.

Take Black Beauty.

You're the limit.

You won't get any ideas...

locked indoors. At least

open the window!

Let the air in. Ideas will

float into the room.

- Don't you have a copy?

- No!

Why don't you use a laptop

like normal writers?

Everything is online.

Even railway bookings.

I'll kill you.

Ma, I'm busy, Call you back.

You're always busy, Bubla.

That's why this has happened.

What's happened?

Better you hear it from me

than someone else.

Your father and I are getting

divorced.

- You're cracking up.

- I'm cracked?

Your voice is cracking up.

I'll call you back.

Your baba and I...

Baba is on hold.

Baba, What's up?

- Cutting me out of your will?

- We're getting divorced.

Bubla?

Have you heard?

Bubla is coming to Kolkata.

Really?

He's coming?

When do We see him?

My son is coming home.

The best pieces, please.

Hope he'll stay long?

Bubla's coming? Wow!

Lemon tea for everyone!

Nephew landing.

How are you?

Who is he?

Come inside. I'll tell you.

Is he here?

Mind your backs!

Surprise!

Ma...

Nephew, listen to me.

- You write so well.

- Come here.

- We're first in line.

- Let me go.

Give me a good hug.

What happened to that girl?

Left him, right?

You're so thin. Eat!

Nephew, hear me out.

You've written a terrific book.

Keep on scaring us.

How about some whiskey? Neat?

That's Vodka.

Same difference.

Do you remember me?

- Bhooby aunty.

- Bhooby aunty?

Bhooby aunty from Salt Lake.

Bhooby aunty. How could I forget?

Naughty!

Why are you so stressed?

What is all this?

It was her idea.

It was my idea?

You always say I never

give you any credit.

- Meaning?

- The divorce yarn.

How could you imagine I'd ask

your mother for anything...

Let alone a divorce.

If l committed suicide at my age,

what would people say?

Baba, you...

You haven't come home for ages.

Unbelievable, Ma. I have to finish

my book and...

You make me come all the way

to drink Vodka with Aunt Bhooby.

We were missing you.

No more surprises, I hope?

Next Wednesday...

it's your father's birthday.

Now that you're here...

I thought we'd have a small party

for selected guests.

Only close family and friends.

Speak up!

That's good. Quiet now!

- Couldn't you tell me on the phone?

- Would you have come?

Come. Come. The family photo.

You can't manage anything.

You prefer Vodka to your son.

- It helps me acting.

- Don't overdo it.

I can't overact as naturally as you.

What happens when he finds out

about your other plan?

Why shouldn't I?

He's just wasting his life...

because of that girl.

My boy, Devdas! How are you?

I missed that face.

Give me a hug!

Please have some.

Come with me.

Hurry up!

My daughter is an avid reader.

Rabindranath Tagore

is her favourite.

Then Satyajit Ray.

Then "Edin" Blyton.

You come a close fourth.

I love Das Cabin.

What a concept. Gripping!

Read us something.

Wow.

lf you're feeling shy.

give it to me, I'll read.

Give it to me.

I did a lot of theater in college.

"Maya's body was now Wrapped

around Ravi."

"Nice trousers," she says.

"She puts her hand into his pocket.

"He attacks her like a hungry

Bengali businessman...

"attacks a mate of hot samosas...

"after a hard day at work.

"As Maya starts moaning...

- "Yes."

- No.

That's enough.

Enough.

Sometimes, it's about

publisher demands...

All right. We better be going.

Let's go.

Das Cabin? Gripping!

Baba, no ghost came?

No, someone else did.

Baba.

She's sweet.

Ma, are you serious?

OK, You tell me what kind

of girl you want?

Her hair was like the inky night.

Her eyes were like traffic lights.

Red, Green, Red, Green.

Her fragrance ran through

my veins like molten lava...

Looking for something?

You, I didn't know

you were here.

- I am here.

- I can see that.

I heard you committed suicide.

So that wasn't you?

Obviously not.

She isn't here.

- Are you recording?

- Yes.

These are Bindu and Abhi's

top ten favourite songs.

Not favourite songs. But songs

that are part of our lives.

So this is the soundtrack to

the lives of Abhi and Bindu.

Don't go away, don't leave me now...

my heart hasn't

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