U-Turn

Hi.

I am really sorry, man. But I've come pretty far.

Okay. I am coming.

Okay. I'll come.

Slow down.

You seem to be in a hurry to send me back home.

Mom, chill.

No, you chill.

Since you've been living on your own, you have become pretty fast.

Stop wasting time, and get to the point.

The point is.

I never complained about finding whiskey and vodka bottles in your garbage bags.

Never said a word.

But... condoms?

Would it be okay if I did it without a condom?

Don't try your journalist tricks on me.

And if things go sideways, I will have to clean up your mess.

Wear your helmet, mum.

If the cop catches us, I will have to pay the fine.

I will deal with the cop. Come on.

Yes, I am at the bus stop.

I'll be home in two hours.

Okay, bye.

Listen.

I ordered these for you.

It's an evil-eye bracelet.

It will ward off your evil eye.

Thanks, Mom.

Take care.

And don't go looking for trouble.

I'll take care of you and Dad as well.

And my job is to go looking for trouble.

Your embrace is as warm as your brothers.

Guess I must tell him, to look after you.

Mom, please stop talking about Raghav.

You have to get over it. Okay?

Get going, please. It's getting really late.

Okay, listen. When are you introducing me to him?

The 'protection' guy. Isn't he your boyfriend?

Why? Can we have sex only with boyfriends?

And, if I keep introducing you, to all the 'protection' guys,

you'll have to start a dormitory.

Please, it's getting really late. Go on. Please.

-Really late. -You are so shameless. Very shameless.

Bye.

Dhruv missed his bus. Come back and drop him off at school.

Why don't you drop Dhruv off at school?

Your work is important to you. Not your family.

-Leave it. -Fine, I am coming.

Hello... Sikha.

God.

Good God.

Your parents will get a heart attack someday, because of you.

Those two are pretty solid. Made of steel. Touchwood.

Which reminds me--

Did the guy the other night have any steel?

Really?

His Insta-pics were pretty hot.

I thought this one will go next level.

Personality is necessary, for taking it to the next level.

Some character, at least.

Conversations are important.

-Yeah, share the report... -That's true.

Yup.

He can do it.

All night... chat.

Not interested.

Hello...

All that's left for him to do is tattoo his arm,

saying 'I am obsessed with Radhika Bakshi.'

What good is a tattoo?

If he's into me, then he should tell me.

And anyway, I don't have superpowers. I can't read minds.

That reminds me,

you should drop your story on NTPC.

I can read the editor's mind. It's pretty vague.

Shut up.

It's much better than your story, on '7 easy ways to lose Diwali belly'.

It's topical, man. It sells.

I am spreading happiness.

But who fell over the flyover,

how many got run over by a car,

who died on the bridge,

is too dark.

Life is dark, Divya.

You can try running from it, but that won't change reality.

This story is very crucial to me.

How nice, Deepak sir.

Gifts have been pouring in lately government offices.

Is the AC not working again?

This is the result of hard work, sir.

But I guess you're not familiar with it.

Stop grinning.

Otherwise, I'll break your jaw.

Get lost. Go.

Why are you gloating over a minor issue?

What do you expect if someone has to be reminded of their responsibilities?

I came back, didn't I?

Can't imagine what happened at the office because I was late.

I was screwed.

Couldn't even answer nature's call.

So what?

A typical housewife follows the same routine every day.

Did you ever bother to ask me how my day was?

-Did you? -Listen, Sikha.

-If you can't be polite with me... -Polite?

Where do I find this politeness?

Go pluck it from a tree or something.

Dhruv, let's go. Come on.

-Where are you taking him? -Let's go, Dhruv.

Shikha. Where are you taking Dhruv? Shikha.

Hello.

Tell me.

Deepak Kumar, SBP Homes,

Sector 126, Mohali.

Thanks.

-Hey. -Hi.

I needed some help.

Sure.

Can you get a report on every accident,

that occurred over the last year on the NTPC flyover?

Why?

I am writing a story.

Of course.

I'll get it by evening.

-Thanks. -Then coffee?

I don't drink coffee. Gives me acidity.

How about some beer in the evening?

I am okay with that.

Sinha.

Sir.

What brings you here?

I could've handled this.

Orders from superiors.

He was the housing minister's PA.

Not again.

Where is the bathroom?

This Dhillon will never grow up.

How did he spend so many years in forensics?

It was the same story over there.

I wonder how he joined the police force.

What do you think?

Looks like suicide,

but not until we've proven it.

Who found the body?

Thanks for coming.

I was scared you might turn me down.

I made the first move on you a year ago,

you turned me down.

Yeah, but I was confused.

I thought you wanted to be friends.

Friends with benefits.

What?

Were you always like this, or did you fall on your head?

I have fallen lower than you think.

Life is short.

Dozens of stories to write.

If we get stuck on the first paragraph,

how will we do justice to justice, Mr. Iyer?

Yeah, that's also true.

You read my blogs.

Why? Can only you cyber-stalk me?

No--

There we go.

Thanks. I had a great night.

Yup. Me too.

Coffee?

I don't get acidity at this hour.

Have you ever gone steady?

You know like "he's my guy".

"I've been with him for a year."

One month. That's my longest.

Right.

I like to chill, you know. Just go with the flow, and

I think free-floating is legit. It's overrated.

Because when you find someone, you want to hold on to...

I think that's dope.

Okay, then. I'll see you around.

Until then, enjoy your free-floating.

Hello, madam journalist.

Where have you been, Ms. Bakshi?

I've been calling you. Why didn't you answer?

See.

But other times-- Not fair.

No, I was in a place with loud music.

I didn't notice.

Oh, I see... with your new boyfriend?

None of your business.

You'll know my business down at the station.

Come on. Get in the car.

Why, sir? What for?

Why are you nervous?

Did you do anything wrong?

No?

Then come along quietly.

We are always helping you, time to return the favour.

Come on. Lata.

-Let's go. -What help, sir?

What is wrong?

-Sir, what is wrong? -Madam, don't give sir a headache.