Jayeshbhai Jordaar (जयेशभाई जोरदार)

While the world seeks to discover life on Mars,

my family is stuck on this belly.

This is my Mudra. See how hard she's praying.

No one prays as hard as she does. I can guarantee that.

She has only one wish in life:

to give our family an heir.

This is Bapu-ji. There's only one question on father's mind.

What is it?

The position of the child's feet make it hard to say.

We'll check again in a few weeks.

And Ba has only one answer.

I'm sure it's a boy.

This time Mata-ji's blessings are with us.

Like every time we're here once again.

But this time, Mata-ji's blessings are with us.

Ma, bless us with the light of our family.

Say something, Ma.

If it shakes its head, it's a boy.

And if not...

chilled water.

A boy.

Ma has spoken!

Ma has spoken! She has spoken.

Come.

Mata-ji always blesses you.

Don't be offended, Pruthvishbhai, but it's serious this time.

Her body has grown weak.

How come? We feed her so well.

Hear me out.

She's had five miscarriages, right?

Six.

Six abortions.

So, her body is weaker.

I doubt she can get pregnant again.

It's my duty to inform you. It's your decision now.

- Let's go, Jashoda. - Come.

Take the prescription.

She must have these tablets twice a day, after meals.

Hurry up!

Easy, Mudra. Go very carefully.

Be careful, or she might have problems later.

Sleep on time, eat a healthy diet.

We get it. Come now.

Stop fasting every second day.

- Praise to Mata-ji! - Jai Ma...

I hear my heart go boom like a firecracker

Shaking up the room like a firecracker

Stars looking down are shining on her, that firecracker

She's a firecracker

If you learn so much English, you won't find a husband.

This is my 9-year-old daughter, Siddhi.

Siddhi is a lucky girl.

When she was in Mudra's womb,

father invited a Baba especially from Rajasthan.

If a yellow laddoo falls, it's a boy.

If a red laddoo falls then...

Siddhi was our firstborn.

A firstborn is forgiven in our family.

After that, the family and the community want only a boy.

- In other words... - Praise to Lord Krishna!

And if she's carrying a girl?

Praise to Mata-ji!

What's wrong?

Are you OK?

You didn't sleep a wink, did you?

Sleep does not bless me.

Jayesh!

Jayesh!

Jayesh!

My sister Preeti's husband is Mudra's brother.

He gets drunk and beats my sister.

Go!

In our childhood, it was decided Mudra would marry into our family,

and my sister Preeti into theirs.

In our community we call this 'Saata Saadi.'

So the way you treat our daughter,

ditto, is how we'll treat yours.

This 'Saata Saadi' is a kind of security deposit,

from the smallest rift to divorce, same to same happens here and there.

Preeti was beaten there.

So I must be the man here.

No Father!

Look at me!

I told you. Look at me.

I'll teach you!

- Bapu, stop hitting my mother! - Scream louder.

Let her go!

What does your brother think of himself?

Siddhi, move aside!

You're the worst!

Stop sucking our blood, Mudra.

He's overdoing it.

My child!

- Bapu, not the slipper. - Stand straight. Straight!

That's enough.

Don't overdo it, son.

She's carrying our grandson.

Take the video and stop.

Move!

Bapu, please let go of my mother.

My child, enough!

Jayesh! I said stop. Stop means stop!

- Calm down. - Quiet!

Calm down.

Jayesh!

What has he done?

Jayesh, what happened?

Come on out now.

Why's he silent?

Jayesh, what happened?

My child!

- I'm boiling with rage. - Son, why did you hit her so hard?

Think about your unborn son Dhaval.

- Hardik. - Dhaval.

I only hit her face.

The baby's OK.

Jayesh, send them her photo.

Calm down now.

- Praise to Lord Krishna! - Bless you.

Look at you!

You overdid it today.

And you were great. Especially that last 'aaah!'

We've been married for nine years,

even by mistake we haven't kissed once.

Shocking, isn't it?

Her only focus is to deliver an heir,

while I wait patiently.

When do I get my first kiss?

Done.

Yes.

Sorry, little one.

You endured another circus.

Rest now. When you go to sleep, she'll sleep too.

'He'll.'

Have faith.

You'll see, we'll have a boy.

Why? We could have a girl too.

But you'll get rid of her.

Why didn't you get rid of me?

Sweetie, when we go to the temple,

do we ask what offering we'll receive? Laddoo or shiro?

We accept what we're given.

You're right, Jayeshbhai.

But try explaining that to your dear parents.

They refused this offering.

They've never hugged me.

I'll tell them what you just said.

Stop, you little shrew!

Let go! I'm going to tell them.

I'll tell them!

- Rat! - Papa Rat.

Hey!

That's enough.

- What a handful! - We're sleeping now.

Easy.

Don't be born a sleepless owl like your mother.

OK Sarla.

Yes?

What's that illness called when you can't sleep?

Insomnia.

Ma has insomnia.

Did you get the phone for me or her?

For her.

OK, children, go to sleep now.

Let it go.

These are our ancestors.

They're like CCTV.

They watch us all the time.

Power runs in our family's veins.

With this very spear, my great-grandfather

conquered this village.

So, it became known as 'Pravingadh'.

Since then our lineage has had male heirs to preserve this power.

This is the first time an outsider has dared to stand in the elections.

Taking advantage of the 33% female quota,

father has made Mudra stand in his place.

She'll become the Village Chief, and I'll become Chief Husband.

That way the power stays in father's pocket.

First plea:

Kamalkant and his daughter Anokhi.

Sahib,

when Anokhi was returning home from school yesterday,

Ramanbhai's son stopped her on the way.

He teased her, grabbed her veil,

then started singing:

'Your fragrance

'Your breath...'

Did he repeat the word 'bit' twice?

'Bit by bit makes my mind go blank.'

Sahib, you know that liquor store in front of our school?

The boys get drunk and loaf about, harassing us girls.

Many girls have even stopped coming to school.

Sahib,

please ban alcohol.

Soap!

It's soap that must be banned.

Did our female ancestors ever have fragrant soap? No, right?

It is the law of nature.

A female's fragrance is meant to attract a male.

If our village girls use fragrant soaps,