Tarla (तरला)

They say, behind every successful man, there's a woman.

And behind every successful woman,

there's a story.

This isn't a story about my wife, Tarla Dalal.

This is only Tarla's story.

In fact, this is the story of every woman of that time

who wanted to do something with her life.

You all have your BA final exams next month.

But I won't wish you, 'all the best'.

I want all my students

to be praised for their talent and hard work.

Choose any profession you like.

But whatever you do,

you should give your best shot.

You should be so special, so unique,

that nobody dares forget you.

So whether it's exams or life,

you will give your best shot.

What will you give?

Your best shot.

Then you will never go wrong.

Sis... get up. Let's go.

What were you staring at?

Gauri madam's walk.

Walk?

Yes. Just by looking at her walk.

The way she moves with confidence.

You can tell that she's going places.

Yeah, she is going to the staff room.

Idiot.

I meant she is going places in life.

I see...

You think you know everything, don't you?

So look at Prof. Wadgule's walk, and tell me

where is he going?

Looking at his walk, I can tell that...

He's going nowhere.

-Good morning, sir. -Good morning, sir.

You guys aren't playing fair. I am not giving my bat.

I wasn't out. He bowled a no-ball.

You guys are unbelievable.

Yes...

Of course. Yes.

What did they say?

They (Dalals) are in Khandala. Visiting Bushi Dam.

They are staying at uncle's place.

That's where they tasted pickle made by Tarla.

And said since they've come this far,

they should pay us a visit too.

Do you mean the engineer from Bombay?

Yes.

Coming to meet Tarla?

Not to meet but to taste.

What? Taste?

They say they will first taste Tarla's cooking,

and then ask for her hand.

Tarla, make some tomato curry tomorrow.

A good way to showcase your homely side.

And also make some mixed vegetables.

To make you look perfect marriage material.

Idiot.

If mixed vegetables is on the menu,

then make fried bread tomorrow, not the baked ones.

And don't forget okra.

Absolutely not. No okra.

They are a dime a dozen in the market.

Okra will make the entire spread look cheap.

What about dessert?

Pastries?

Out of the question.

We don't want them to think that we bought things from the market.

How about some carrot pudding?

Yes. Carrot pudding.

Tarla, make some carrot pudding.

Mom...

Mom...

I... don't want to get married.

Have you lost your mind?

What other plans do you have?

I want to do something with my life.

But what?

I...

Don't know.

By the time you figure, we will be having okras in our graves.

You must get married, Tarla.

After that, you can do anything you want with your life.

Otherwise, you will only get leftover men.

Give me that.

I made him eat dry ginger,

lick roasted cumins,

and gave him mint water to drink.

And if that wasn't enough, Gulab Behn. I even made him swallow digestive pills.

Sis, hurry up with the papads.

-We need more papads for my brother-in-law. -I am making them.

I said I am making them!

When the clouds thunder outside,

his stomach rumbles from the inside.

Are you serious?

The moral of the story is,

Nalin has always had a problem with digestion.

And we thought, since there is no permanent way to cure it,

let's get him married.

The moral of the story is,

Nalin lives alone in Mumbai.

His digestion will improve if he gets home-cooked food.

Tarla has the same belief.

Cook whatever you like to eat at home.

Nalin Kumar. Did you have lunch?

I am full.

He doesn't like home food.

Prefers eating out more.

I see.

Nalin Kumar.

Nalin Kumar.

Nalin Kumar.

-Yes... -What is your opinion?

About what?

Your mum says that home food is the best.

Well, Aunty, I believe...

One who cooks the food, mixes their emotions in it too.

Bravo, brother-in-law.

You are a class poet as well.

That's fine.

But you haven't tasted the carrot pudding yet.

Yes. Have a spoonful and check the quality.

He's a quality manager in a factory in Mumbai. And is good at catching mistakes.

Tarla, get the pudding.

They think I am a maid.

I'll show them.

You look for emotions in the food, don't you?

If this doesn't give you loose motion,

then I'll change my name.

Hey... what are you doing?

That can kill brother-in-law?

Want a Cadbury (Chocolate)?

The big one.

Gulab, bring the pudding.

Tarla, pudding.

One with the spoon is for your brother-in-law.

My Brother-in-law is dead meat.

Nice.

Best of luck, brother-in-law.

Our daughter makes delicious pudding.

Really.

It's delicious.

What happened?

Water...

Water...

Have this...

-What happened? -He is coughing.

He is coughing.

Tarla, get some water.

Get some water, Tarla.

Coming.

Tarla, get some water.

Tarla, hurry up with the water.

Coming.

Tarla, get some water.

-Have some pudding. -No, no...

Water.

Even I believe the one who cooks food,

their emotions get conveyed to the eater.

Drink some water, son.

Slow down.

If you don't like it, then tell us right now.

No... it's gorgeous.

Perfect 10.

Did you like the pudding?

10 on 10.

10 on 10.

Have some more pudding.

-10 on 10. -Good.

That guy finished all the pudding.

Bombay will be experiencing untimely heavy monsoon showers today.

I didn't tell him to finish it all.

And why have you been calling him brother-in-law?

I'll give you a tight one!

Rajjo is already calling him brother-in-law.

Honestly speaking,

if one gets married at the right age, even the children are born healthy.

Gulab, you're getting ahead of yourself!

Let them at least say yes to the proposal.

I know he's going to say yes.

I noticed the way he was looking at you.

And how was that?

The same way his mother was looking at your food.

The mother seemed a little traditional,

but Tarla will handle everything.

But Nalin Kumar looks like a thorough gentleman.

He even washed his hands before eating.

You will miss out on a nice guy. Think about it.

I really like him.

What about you?

Hello, Tarla. How are you?

I am fine, thank you.

You are a very good cook.

Honestly.

Hello.

Hello.

Who is this?