Bastu Shaap (বাস্তু সাপ)

Hello... hello, yes...

where are you?

I'm in front of the bogie.

H2?

Yes. What! Where?

Sealdah!? But why?

Told you time and again, Howrah Station!

Should I get down then?

Then you've to take a flight tomorrow.

Oh God!

We've been family friends for a long time now.

Though we've not been in touch for about fifteen years.

His father, Brigadier Ajoy Dasgupta was a friend of mine.

His son runs a heritage hotel in the hills now.

Physically challenged.

It'd be very nice if you could take a look at his bungalow's Vaastu.

Make some time and come down once.

We'll discuss everything in detail.

Heard it?

What was that?

What's the menu for dinner?

Sit.

You must ask for your professional charge though.

Don't compromise on that.

I've told him about you with a lot of confidence.

So, make time and pay them a visit.

Brigadier was like a an elder brother to me.

Years ago, I would tell him so many times,

"Your house's Vaastu isn't correct. Get it checked."

But why would he listen to me? And then, his wife...

...she died of Colon cancer, all of a sudden.

Then he himself died of a cerebral attack.

Single malt?- - Single? Oh!

Yes, sure.

Good, good!

Which one would you prefer...

Glenfiddich12 YEARS, Laphroaig 16 years and 21 years.

Never tried Laphroaig... so..- - Fine!

That's the only fad that has kept me going.

Laphroaig, is French isn't it?

Why'll it be French? Scotch Whisky is from Scotland!

Listen, just on peg.

Got it?- - Hmm. And?

You will not say anything.

Unless... understand this...

...unless I ask you to, don't say anything extra.

Okay.

And last but not the least...

...what Mr. Mihir said...- - Which Mr. Mihir?

Mr. Timir!

Mr. Timir!- - Oh yes, Mr. Mihir! Sorry.

Listen, it's not to be disclosed that,

you're going there for Vaastu or Feng Shui...

...because the state of things in the house aren't good.

I don't want to tell you anything more, you'll figure out yourself.

All I want is, please go save that house.

Do one thing,

give me the details about Mr. Arjun while we eat.

One minute.

Yes, that way you can remember all of it.

Wait.

Their original house is in Park Circus region of Kolkata.

In Tarak Dutta Road.

Nickname: Jijo. School: St. Xavier's.

Mother's name: Ranjana Dasgupta,

she was a famous Ranbindrasangeet singer in youth.

Later, when they settled in the hills, her music came to a pause.

She had three music records released.

Ajay and Ranjana had two children:

The elder daughter; Antara. And son; Arjun.

Antara's nickname is Pipi. School: Loreto Girls, Park Street.

She's also inclined to music just like her mother.

The sunshine sparkles the trees around

The moist wind blends into the clouds

It whirls and spins and twirls up the mountain slopes

It whirls and spins and twirls up the mountain slopes

You too can come along with me

If you want to fill your empty hands with stories and tales

Of distant melodies

Of patterns made with water

Of cactuses and wet grasses

Of a musing little swing

Of breezes lingering on At every dawn

Of tresses dancing to music

Of sugar cubes and steaming tea cups

Of pillows hiding secret sorrows

This is the best time for it Lathered with dreams

A water-colour painting through the mist

Of mohogany work, Of the grouching heart

Of reaching places at the day's end

Of a bunch of forgivenesses, buried in time

Of reckoning shadows

Of a stupid brown insect

Aspiring to acquire a butterfly's beauty

Excuse me, Sir.

Your cookies, Sir.- - Thank you.

And sugar, Sir.

Sir'll be here soon.- - Okay.

Excuse me.

Lovely.

Is this CTC or Pure Taj tea?

I think, first flush.

What is it?

What is it now?

If you constantly put limits on me,

I won't be able to express anything simply.

It was better you didn't bring me along then.

Why've you come here?

To do what you're best at in this entire country.

And that's Vaastu. CTC, Taj, first flush...

...you can make do without knowing all that.

Told you, no extra talking.

One slip of tongue and the entire job'll be ruined.

Mr. Mihir said...

Welcome to Darjeeling, Mr. Mukherji.

Please be seated.- - Thank you.

I'm very sorry to say, no rooms available in my hotel.

Frequent showers these days. It's mostly cloudy.

But that doesn't affect the tourists in Darjeeling.

Anyway, I've arranged for your stay in my bungalow.

And I promise you won't regret it.

I've ordered for your lunch, we'll leave after that.

Right, erm... let me introduce you two...

...my friend, business partner, elder brother...

...Mr. Timir.- - Hello.

My uncle, Mr. Mihir must've briefed you?

Yes. But not much.

He suggested I came to know of the details from you.

Okay.

He sent me some information about you as well.

As in you school life, address, etc. The basics.

Now, I too have some serious briefing to give you,

regarding the house.- - Just a minute.

My family knows you came to stay in this hotel but got no rooms.

We're school friends, bumped into each other after years.

We recognized each other hearing the names, or else it was hard.-

School as in...

...St. Xavier's, right?

We're both equally excited about this unplanned renioun after ages, so...

I insisted that you came over and stayed at my bungalow.

You were on your way to Lamahata, through Darjeeling.

Got stuck with the landslide and then we met here and...

...and yes, no need to make things up about your profession.

You can say you were going for some Vaastu assignment.

If my wife or elder sister seem interested, very good,

or else, I'll poke you myself.

Okay.

You both shall not show any interest from your side. Please.

If they get to know it is all planned, then...

there's a chance all of it will be ruined.

I understand.

Mr. Mukherji...

...there's something wrong about this house.

We've everything. But happiness doesn't knock our doors.

Frankly speaking, I've never quite had any faith in the science of Vaastu.

But I don't want to leave any stone unturned.

One unpleasant incident after another in the house.

And it all started with my mother's death. I mean...

...suicide.

A suicide then? What about the colon Cancer?

My father did not want the news to go out of the house.

In fact my wife too is unaware.

Telling you guys because lying to the doctor hampers the treatment.

Suicide.

She poisoned herself, in this bungalow itself.

Anyway, we can talk about all this later.

I'll tell you everything in good time.

We'll leave after lunch.- - Right, Sir.

Carry on.

And tell me one thing Kushal,

these methods of Vaastu, do they really affect life?

As in... is it a fact?

You can leave that up to me, Jijo. I'll do my best.

What is this? The guests are to sleep on this dirty bedsheet?

Are you telling me the stains won't go if you wash it properly?

Should I wash it myself and show you?

What do you mean? Why's it stained, Dilip?!

I tried...- - Shut up!

And if the stains weren't going, did you inform me?

Morover, you put it in guest room like idiots!

Let me know if you're not interested in the job, Radhika.

I can't go on monitering you all the time!

Here!

Spread a new bedsheet! Right now!

Can't even rest for five minutes! Bunch of idiots!

And then they'll stand like statues when I talk to them!

Disgusting! I can't even relax for a bit!

Hey, just look at you, Boney! The guests will be here any moment!

You look like a ghost!- - Another half an hour to go.

And was I told we had guests coming?

You know, they spread stained bedsheets in the guest room!?

Did I ask them to?

But you ordered them, you should check!

My God!

Beauty!- - Open the door.

Here, hold this.

Okay.

Come.

Dilip!

Which way's the North?