Shob Bhooturey

Mini! Sir is coming!

Aah! - Can't you see that sir is coming?

Why did you hit me? - Because you hit me!

Let go off me! - How dare you hit me?

This is what you get for hitting me!

Fight! Fight! Fight!...

Why did you hit me?

Tell me!? - Let go!

Let me go!

Why did you hit me? - What is this?

What are you doing? Get up!

Why are you two fighting again?

Hadn't I warned you not to fight yesterday?

You naughty girl! Taking advantage of my affection?

Does my word mean nothing to you?

Sir, Mini hit me! - He hit me first!

Shut up! Not a word from either of you!

Go outside and kneel down. Get out!

You will stay there until I say otherwise.

Why are you all staring at me? Take your books out and read the poem.

I want you to learn it by heart!

You may begin.

Read the poem!

Our little river flows in graceful loops,

The summer heat dries her to a gentle trickle,

Both cart and cattle travel across with ease,

As her banks are high but her depths are shallow,

The sand bed glitters, no trace of mud,

The far bank shimmers with white Kash flowers,

Give it to me!

No! - You have to give it to me!

I saw it first! It's mine!

You have to give it to me!

Do you think some kids are hiding in that class?

Want to play with them?

Let's go! - Let's...

Ma!

Today you will be told a story,

Of a flying paper ship,

On a painful afternoon,

The swings are empty and so is the playground,

The surroundings are moss ridden,

And so much is lying subdued in a corner,

What will happen if they look back?

This story is like an old exercise book,

Where walls are alive in a rotting classroom,

Toys get displaced with ease,

And the crickets refuse to heed all warnings,

The surroundings are moss ridden,

And so much is lying subdued in a corner,

What will happen if they look back?

Hey!

Move!

Strange...

Hello?

Move...

Why are you standing in the middle of the road! Move!

Don't touch my car! Move away from the vehicle!

What's the problem, Dada? - Don't you know how to cross a road?

No, actually I was searching...

What were you searching for in the middle of a busy road?

What's the matter? - One minute!

Why did you have to stop and search in front of my car?

What the Hell?

Hey! Didn't you hear me? Move aside!

Don' touch the car. - What happened here?

Nothing. Just get lost. And don't touch my car-

He won't touch your car. But could I see your license?

Sir, there is a big, red 'L' on my car.

I'm a learner, just started. This is a new car.

What can I do if someone walks in front of my car like a goat?

I had to break sharply!

Someone walked in front of your car like a goat, on a busy street, in the middle of the afternoon?

Where is the goat?

Right here-

She was... - Hmm?

Please move aside...

Can't understand it...

Wasn't the girl right here?

Sir, she was right here...

What do you mean?

Fine.

'Shob Bhooturey' (Ghostly Affairs)

Shob Bhooturey(Ghostly Affairs) The only trustworthy ghost hunters.

Naveen Madhav Sen

From then on...

...no one dared to enter the tailor's locality.

Because people have found things like...

...decapitated heads and bones of the dead lying around.

People have become skeletons.

And these skeletons speak...

...like human beings.

And like humans they come out in the daylight.

Huh!

Ram, Ram, Babu.

Ram, Ram.

Who are you trying to scare, Dayaram?

I wasn't trying to scare anyone. I was just listening to the editor Sahib's-

Let it be! Just get to work.

The main door has been left open.

If any of the paintings get stolen, it will be a huge loss.

Go.

Dayaram, get on with it!

The new police inspector, Harihar Rao...

...was deep in sleep one night.

And just then, the old man who had died in the morning, appeared at his window and said...

...inspector you had inspected my entire body...

...but not my hand.

Harihar Rao was stunned!

And the talking skeleton burst out in to laughter...

Hee! Hee!...

Kripa Babu!

Hmm?

Please stop calling people to the office and telling them ghost stories.

What is the point of randomly scaring people?

Oh Aniket!

I got bored waiting for you.

I had asked him...

...to tell me a story.

I can't recognize you.

Kareem Ahmed. I'm an old friend of your father's.

I had called you the other day.

Yes, you had called me. But Baba had never mentioned you.

Of course he wouldn't.

After all, I am into construction and he is a magazine-

Listen, Mr.Ahmed. I still haven't been able to locate Baba's will.

Hmm.

Oh! I see...

Ok, then.

Hmm.

I'll be off.

Hmm.

Kripa Babu you-

Aniket?

Please don't take it the wrong way...

...but I have been privy to some gossip in the market.

About what?

Nothing bad, of course.

I heard that you are about to do something very good.

I heard you're shutting down your father's flop magazine business...

...and opening a computer centre?

It's not a computer centre.

Hey!

I'm trying to open up a web design company.

Where-

You can open whatever you like!

But do you think it's right to shut down your father's...

...beloved magazine?

Will you-

He is doing the right thing. He is a 100% correct!

Aniket, please search for the will.

Don't worry about a thing.

I will make all the arrangements to sell the place.

There is an old saying...

A dead elephant...

...is worth a million bucks.

Could we see some more of the house?

Hmm.

Oh my!

This is like a zamindar's house.

It's my great-great-grandfather's house.

It's very old. - Hmm.

That goes without saying.

The structure says it all.

If we could break the house and remodel...

Listen, doesn't the editor know where the will is?

He's such an old part of this business.

Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you.

You are just...

What's in this room?

Oh God! That's disgusting!

Aniket.This place is a real mess.

Looks like a haunted house!

Hey! Move!

Are you...

Aniket...

...he is number 7.

Hey! 7...

Why am I number 7?

It's nothing.

Those who have come here and thought about buying or breaking down this house...

...have never left alive.

And you are the cursed number 7!

Aniket? - Hmm?

I'll take my leave.

Contact me if you find the will.

We'll talk then. Ok?

What are you doing Kripa Babu?

Times are not good. And if you keep chasing away clients...

Why are you scaring people away?

I'm scaring them away? Me?

Well, you are scaring me by threatening to shut down your father's magazine!

I will shut it down! Because I'm not my father!

I don't believe in ghosts! I want to stay away from all of this.

How will we maintain-

Babu?

What is it now?

A madam has arrived.

What did you say your name was?

Nandini?