Gulmohar (गुलमोहर)

Yes, I'll tell them today.

Everyone's here.

Perfect time. Okay, bye.

Adi, stop.

Brother!

-Your photos always turn out bad. -That's right, Amu.

-Got any good photos, Amu? -No.

Your husband always ruins my photos.

Careful, sweetie.

-Oh! "Sweetie"? -Shut up, brother.

No, he's standing here. It seems I woke you up at the wrong time.

No. We're having a party.

How was your presentation?

Good, Grandma. My boss will review it now.

-Amu, Amu! -Yes, Grandma?

A brandy for me. Small, okay?

See this, Grandma.

-Your work is done. -Thank you, Arun.

-Okay, bow to me! -Sure.

-Ma, have you seen my drink? -No, I haven't.

Come, take a photo with your aunt.

You okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

My mother has sold our house. My son refuses to live with us.

It's fine.

He's working hard.

-Give him some time. -Time?

Have we needed time to correct ourselves?

How are you, Uncle?

Is the packing done?

-Adi, how's your app progressing? -It's okay.

Is it on track?

It's nothing but the arrogance of youth!

I'm always caught in these father-son quarrels.

Who knows what Adi wants. He never says anything.

Where were you, Kusum?

Not for me.

-Kishore, a drink? -No, man!

Don't be worried.

Friction is normal between father and son. It's healthy.

Kamal, there was no friction between my father and me.

-Cheers! -Cheers!

Have you written your song?

-No. -Why?

So much time for a song?

-Grandma, your brandy. -Is this a small?

It's small.

Arun bhai, those were different times.

Mama, go easy.

Kusum and everyone, come here.

-What, Uncle? -Stop that western music.

I'll tell Reshma.

A song for you. You'll be swimming in my melody.

-And people who can't swim? -They'll drown.

We don't want to drown!

Your son-in-law will accompany me.

Come on, my boy. Sameer!

Very good.

-Uncle, did Amu write this song? -As if.

She only writes songs for her sweetheart Ankur.

-Write a song for me someday. -Don't tease her.

They are lovers like Laila-Majnu.

Uncle, let her be.

Avinash, please.

Kusum, this is for you and all you foolish Batras.

And to this final night in your beloved home, Gulmohar.

C-sharp.

I'll be back.

Louder, young man.

Beautiful.

Film Sameer!

Does Uncle Avinash sing for you every day?

Two drinks get him in the mood.

So, give him two drinks every day.

No, no.

Sir, I'll put Mr. Kamal on the line. Hello?

Hello? Damn network.

Radheyshyam Tiwari, what's wrong?

Mr. Sudhakar called.

His son is inside the house, and his phone is switched off.

I never know what to say to father or son.

Yes, difficult.

Who can make the old man understand? He's so stubborn.

So, I say one thing to the father. Another to the son.

-Superb! -Well done, Arun bhai.

You're a gentle star!

-Sorry, sorry. -Don't be shy.

-Reshma, come. -No, no.

Bravo, Uncle Avinash!

Thank you, everybody.

Wonderful, Avinash.

-So nice! Superb! -Brilliant!

Sir, your father called me because your phone was off.

-Your curfew has begun. -You're dead!

-It's very late. Neena, let's go. -Yeah.

Sorry, dears. Father beckons.

Why don't you tell your father you're here?

I'll also tell him alcohol is flowing freely. Come for a drink!

He'll kill me.

See you.

Bye, Adi.

-Bye. -Be safe.

Uncle, next time you must sing in their new house.

Bring your father next time.

We'll mix martini in his lime juice.

-Great idea! -He'll start singing too.

He'll faint!

He's not the fainting type. He'll make us faint.

Come on, don't remind me of that grumpy old man.

I can't believe

this is our last night here. Mama?

34 years. 1988, January.

How time flies!

Well...

It's your last night here. A drink is a must.

You have Indu's permission.

-Permission? -Indira Ma has stirred!

-The Goddess Indira. -Ten hands.

Don't forget I'm the one living with her.

You'll get me into hot water.

-You're loving this. -Okay.

Now, everyone, be quiet!

Silence!

Reshma, wait two minutes.

I have something to tell you all.

Just listen to me and don't interrupt me.

What is it, Mama?

The thing is... it's Holi in four days.

I want us to celebrate Holi together in this house.

But tomorrow--

Yes, Indu, I know.

The packers are coming. We have to leave the house.

I want to celebrate Holi here, Indu.

Kusum, what a fantastic plan!

Uncle, please.

Mama, what are you saying?

Arun, Holi is our favourite festival.

Daddy regarded it as the start of the new year.

So, why can't we stay on? Please. Why not?

Mummy, our suitcases are packed.

The packers will arrive at 9 a.m.

How can we stay in all the dust and chaos?

We can always come here on the day of Holi.

Celebrate here, then go.

But we planned to stay in a hotel for a week,

then move to the new flat.

This last-minute change of plan...

Hotel cancellations...

I'll pay for all that, Indu.

Just say yes, please.

Mummy, please understand. It'll be uncomfortable for everyone.

Only four more days, Indu. We'll manage.

Mama, why are you being stubborn?

There'll be packers everywhere, and a big mess.

Everything will be topsy-turvy.

-There'll be no space for us. -Space?

There were 14 of us living in a one-bedroom flat in Jamshedpur.

Remember?

Please, Arun. Let's stay together for these four days.

-Then we'll all be separating-- -No one's separating, Mama.

Except your grandson. He refuses to live with us.

He prefers to rent a house. "I want to fund my own life!"

Sitting out of a co-working desk.

-Have you thought about Divya? -Papa, it's not like that.

Divya, please don't defend his stupidity.

Papa, Adi and Divya have decided to live on their own, so why are you objecting?

Why did Daddy build Gulmohar Villa?

Why?

So that we could all live together. Right?

That's the meaning of a home. Right?

You and Sameer are living with your in-laws, aren't you?

-Must you always compare? -Don't argue.

-You're young, so hush. -Please. I am not that young.

-That's it! -I'm not a kid anymore.

Mama, go to bed.

Reshma, tidy up the room.

One more thing.

What?