Door Ke Darshan (दूर के दर्शन)

THE STORY OF MY YOUTH.

In the era of internet ...

the world is enjoying porn on their smartphones.

But Sunny is an old-school purist,

who prefers adult literature.

Yeah, Pappi.

Sunny, hurry up!

Meet Mr. Sunil Bhateja.

He's been cleverly living in his friend, Goldie's house for the past 30 years.

He's almost divorced.

You can call him a helpless husband or a concerned father.

I am running late.

The book's awesome.

When is the next edition coming out?

Really?

Okay, I'll meet you in college. Bye.

Hurry up.

Just a minute, Papa!

Hey, Sunny!

What on earth are you doing in there?

I'll be late to the office!

Don't you have to go to college?

I was just pooping. I'm feeling constipated.

You feel constipated every bloody day!

What are you eating?

Aren't you running late? Go on.

You're up early today?

What?

You're up early today.

I get up early every day.

I guess, I get up late.

Her father wakes up early as well!

And you!

Why the hell do you have to go up there every morning?

You give this idiot an excuse--

Hey!

Where did he go?

What's wrong? Why are you yelling?

The same thing!

The rascal's hitting on her!

I'll deal with him!

Let's finish this! Stay right there!

Meet Mrs. Darshan Bhateja.

Nearly 30 years ago, during the golden era of Doordarshan...

she had an accident.

She has been in a coma ever since.

Yes.

Hey, Sunil!

I don't know.

Hey, Sunil!

We need to talk!

What's wrong, Goldie? Why are you yelling?

What's wrong?

Talk to your son.

He hits on my daughter every day.

Come here.

Come here.

What is he saying?

What?

Papa, I was brushing my teeth.

She was standing there. It's not my fault.

But she must be standing in her own home.

Why don't you brush your teeth in the bathroom in front of the mirror?

But you were pooping in there.

-What is this pooping? -Sunil, I've had it.

Next time I will report this to the police.

You'll report such a trivial matter to the police?

Does our friendship mean nothing to you?

Okay, fine. I'll let him off the hook this time.

But I won't be so generous next time.

You have been living here all these years.

-We pay the rent. 800 rupees every month! -Shut up.

-Wow! -What?

800 rupees!

You call that rent?

What can you buy for 800 rupees?

Fine, we'll vacate the place.

-Pack your stuff! -Not at all, brother.

Wait a minute.

That is not what he meant.

He means to say that 800 rupees isn't enough!

We pay our maid 2,500 rupees every month.

You're embarrassing me, sister-in-law.

I keep telling you that we'll leave as soon as Mom recovers.

Try to understand. We've spent our childhood here.

Why don't you spend the rest of your life here as well?

Let's do one thing.

Why don't we leave this place? Is that okay?

The thing about his mom is, who knows when she will recover.

Please talk to him, sister-in-law?

-What is he saying-- -No, no. I won't talk to him.

You two fight and patch up the next day.

I'm the one who ends up being the bad cop.

I don't want to interfere.

But, if you don't mind, I want to say something.

Now that Priya isn't here,

this boy's getting out of hand.

You always get me humiliated.

Yeah?

Is there anyone else in the house you would like to invite?

I just came here to check if everything's fine...

I know what you're here to check.

Go back!

Can I get some breakfast?

Yes, there's some flatbread and potato curry.

-Let's go and eat. -Yes.

Send him some breakfast as well.

I won't eat.

I'll send four flatbreads, with extra butter.

-Okay. -But none for him.

Idiot!

You've destroyed my reputation.

Meet Sunil's daughter Sweety.

She often gets to the school after the gate is shut.

And this is Bunty, it's very difficult to understand him.

You can try.

We're late yet again!

How are we gonna get in?

Just like we do every day.

Why do schools build these high walls?

I've to scale it every day.

Yeah, I feel they increase the height every day.

Yes, ma'am?

Mr. Bunty, our company is willing to give you a loan

on behalf of the bank.

How much can I get?

How much do you need, sir?

Would you like some fritters?

With a cold drink?

Of course.

Okay, yeah...

can I get a loan of 250 rupees?

Are you joking, sir?

We can give you a loan of 250,000 rupees.

And who's gonna repay it? Your father?

Hang up!

Why are you screaming?

These bloody dicks from the bank keep offering me loans!

Kneel.

-Okay. -Great.

Come on.

How am I supposed to climb?

Bro!

Come here.

Can you bend over for a minute?

Out here?

Let's go home.

I want to scale this wall and go to school.

Come on. Bend over.

Okay, I get it.

Not like that.

I mean--

Move.

Down. Down.

Great.

Now, wait.

-Up! -Think about it one more time.

You won't have to scale a wall at home.

Come on.

I'll take you to the Principal's office!

Is your house available?

Let's go.

Meet Pappi, Sunny's friend, philosopher and guide.

A brilliant student of Hindi honors.

He's an obscene obscenity expert!

And the sole supplier of Sunny's adult literature.

-We're late. Hurry up. -Come on.

We'll be in trouble!

-Where were you? -We're here. We're here.

Do you need my permission to walk into a toilet?

The class is next door! Idiot!

I thought he is waiting for us.

Let's go.

Bro, I need to use the bathroom.

But what about the Hindi lecture--

-But we're already here... -Come on.

Students, today we'll...

study about Soundarya Rass in Hindi Literature.

Welcome.

I'm really blessed to have you in my class.

Why are you late?

We had to use the bathroom.

We won't be late again.

Frequent trips to the bathroom could be a symptom of diabetes.

Get a health checkup.

And maintain the dignity of this class.

Don't turn it into a restroom.

Take a seat.

You wait.

I had the privilege of checking your examination sheet.

You were asked to write an essay on festivals.

"Sister's wild celebration!" Really?

You either forget or you misplace your vowels.

You are really shabby!

I fail to understand who gave you this.

I mean who gave you Hindi honors?

You did, sir.

Well, I admit I was wrong.

Take your seat.

And try to learn something nice.