Firefly (ಫೈರ್ ಫ್ಲೈ)

~ This life is indeed, lonely ~

~ Tell me where do I go, feeling this lowly ~

~ The road ahead in life is an invisible fence ~

~ The wind breezes ~

~ Yet there's no direction ahead ~

~ I float.. in the wind. ~

~ All I feel is turbulence ~

~ I fly, hoping to see myself as a star ~

~ Come night, these hills and fields ~

~ I fill them with the glowing light ~

~ I shall go to the town of the moon ~

~ The world must pause to witness me ~

~ I climbed the rainbow ~

~ I climbed ~

~ I rose as a fiery glow ~

~ Shining brighter and brighter ~

~ Wherever I am ~

~ I remain the same ~

~ Worries upon worries ~

~ Worries above, below, and all around ~

~ This life is indeed, lonely ~

~ Tell me where do I go, feeling this lowly ~

~ The road ahead in life is an invisible fence ~

Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen?

The session is about to begin.

Please, settle down quickly.

Please?

Thank you.

- VICKY! - Next week.

Start talking.

- You really want me to? - Yes.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey!

VICKY!

Stop acting like a kid.

Sit down.

Start over.

Once upon a time.

HINDU MILITARY HOTEL

~ VICKY! ~

~ Halla! Gulla! Wohoo! ~

~ VICKY! ~

~ Halla! Gulla! Wohoo! ~

~ VICKY! ~

Stop it, Vicky!

- Why? It's interesting! - No, Vicky!

Start properly.

Vicky!

- VICKY! - Huh?

- Why? - No, Vicky!

Why?

- Why not? - Idiot!

Either start from the beginning or get out.

Wasting my time for nothing!

Instead of sweet memories..

Painful memories live a lot longer.

Just recalling it stings.

Life isn't a learning process.

It's an unlearning process

The situations that unfolded in your life.

The challenges you've had to face in life.

It can be of inspiration for someone to fight depression.

So, please.

There are no coincidences in life.

Every event is destiny's play.

- Mr. Murthy? - Yes?

Don't you think we went overboard with the placard and balloons?

Our son's coming home after four years.

If I could, I would've arranged a welcoming band and turned it into a festival.

- Not like I'm married to a celebrity. - Yeah, right.

Big ego for small talk.

How about we get some cheer girls to perform an Arati?

You're right.

They should have been here.

And with a Champagne bottle in hand, this could've been a great welcome party.

Of course.

All you need is an excuse to get sloshed, don't you?

Just like how women need an excuse to blame men.

This is tit for tat.

Well..

Isn't he a bit late already?

He was suppose to call once he lands. He's nowhere in sight though.

Is the placard too small?

If the placard was any bigger, it would be called a banner.

If you're done romancing, kindly turn around.

Welcome! Welcome to Mysuru!

Why did you take the trouble?

I'd have come on my own.

But my heart couldn't wait anymore.

Ever since you said you're coming, your mother's barely caught a wink.

Stop it now.

Vicky, why do you look so weak?

Didn't you manage to find good food?

- Amma, the thing is.. - They're the diet generation, lady.

They count calories before eating.

They even measure the water they drink.

- Unlike you and I. - Mr. Murthy, please pipe down.

Weren't you supposed to come a week ago?

It's a big deal I got the tickets and leave from work just in time.

Never mind. We're glad you're here.

I'm wondering now whether it was worth taking all the trouble.

- Why do you say that? - What makes you say that?

I mean..

Nobody even invited me to the wedding, not even out of courtesy.

Whose invite were you waiting for?

Hasn't it been printed loud and clear?

'Expecting your comfortable arrival, Raayappa and family'

You're one of those wishing them a comfortable journey.

Do you expect them to name every single individual?

I didn't mean that, Daddy.

But at least Arjun could have called, right?

- Didn't he call? - You're right.

Arjun's your elder brother.

You're supposed to call him and ask him if you could be of any help.

Instead, why are you so hung up on formalities of invite and calls?

- That's for outsiders. Not family. - He's gone mad.

- My my! Such high expectations! - Mr. Murthy.

- Murthy. - What?

They're the ones at fault. Why blame my son?

Vicky, you must be tired after the journey.

- Please rest my dear. - Okay, Amma.

Sure. Get some sleep.

A lot of girls will be at the wedding.

Only if you're fresh enough will they crush on you.

Looks like the matchmaking program is on?

Please tell me you're open to meeting girls this time.

Yawn! I'm sleepy.

What's wrong with him?

Yawning as soon as I mentioned marriage.

- Is he my son at all? - I'll kill you.

I'm kidding! Sorry!

I was the same before I got married.

Vicky, I've bought you a chic pink shirt to wear at the Muhurtha.

You'll look fabulous in that pink shirt.

You'll be the center of attraction at the wedding.

Vicky!

- Ay! Vicky! - Oh no.

He must have dozed off.

Yeah, right. Sir's an actor.

You think he's sleeping now?

Mr. Murthy, I forgot to tell you.

I've bought you a Sherwani for the Muhurtha.

- A SHERWANI?! - Gosh!

He's sleeping. Speak softly.

A sherwani?

- Yep. - Ay! Why did you?

You know I don't like it.

Mr. Murthy, wear it just once. You'll be fine.

I will not wear it!

It looks like men's nightie.

To make it worse, I'm a diabetic.

It takes an hour to pull the drawstring out, and

by the time I wear it again, it's time to pee.

You're making my life complicated, I say.

I've bought a set of formal clothing.

I'll be wearing that. I find it comfortable.

Mister, wearing formal clothes won't reduce your sugar levels.

- You'll need to diet for that. - Fine. Quit bugging me.

Haww! Mr. Murthy!

When did you buy them?

- A week ago. - But you never showed me?!

I hath decided to don it on the day of the Muhurtha and leave thee bewitched, my darling.

Oho, I hear thee.

Of late, many things are unfolding without mine knowing.

- Mr. Murthy! - Yes?

Lest you forget.

I am your spouse.

Who could ever refute that?

I'm no fool like you presume me to be.

I dare not think so.

But what bothers you, my love?

Word is that you bestowed wealth upon your nephew's nuptials?

Who hath whispered this into your ear?

Your very flesh and blood.

- Your sister. - Sister Jyothi, was it?

Aye aye!

Who sowed the seed in Sister Jyothi's ear?

Who else, but your own brother?

That idiot of a brother just can't keep his mouth shut.

Had to go whisper it in her ears, didn't he?

If he was a RAW agent, Pakistan would've won the war without waging it.

Yeah, right.

But hear me. Madam?

What is your opinion on the Kashmir border issue?

Argh! Mr. Murthy!

Don't you dare change the topic.

Why.. did you give the money without telling me?

What's there to tell about?

After all, he's also like a son to us.

- Consider this as the wedding gift. - My my!

That implies that we're not getting the money back, aren't we?

- It'll come back. - And when's that?

- It will come back. - Mr. Murthy, tell me when!

There you go! It's back.

Sweetheart?

Damsel?

My Sudharani!

My pearl. Pearl of my dreams.