Mukkam Post Devach Ghar

Jija!

Jija!

I told you not to go there.

Jija!

Jija!

Listen... What a bother!

Back off, Jija.

I'll set you right.

Stop it!

Bloody useless rascals!

You're playing drums leaving that girl to drown!

Leave or I'll break your bones.

Leave.

Dear god!

Stop right there, girl!

Don't step in the muck.

Jija! Let go off that pup!

Jija, what are you doing here?

Superman helps everyone.

And I helped Moti.

Enough with the Superman...

Give me that pup.

Don't do that, mom!

Bapya, come here.

Leave this pup at some safe place.

Okay.

No, mom.

- Let's take it home. - Shut up.

Don't utter another word. Let's go.

Mom, please don't...

- Take that away. - Let's take it home.

- Come. - Please don't, mom.

Don't let it go.

- Stop screaming, Jija. - Let's take it home.

I know what you're up to.

- Don't, mom. - Quiet.

Jija, let's go.

Right away.

Go near the river banks again

and I'll break your legs.

- Kalpe! - Yes?

Why did you beat that child?

Her father served in the national army.

She'll become a social worker some day.

Right!

You know, Usha,

my son died for the nation.

What good came of it?

A parade in his honour,

speeches by ministers

and short-lived felicitation. That's it.

You lost your son forever!

People mourn and move on.

Only the grieving family knows

the pain of losing a loved one.

Quiet.

You keep harping about service to nation

while we haven't got pension in all these years!

What did his patriotism get us?

It left my daughter orphaned!

I was left widowed at a young age.

I curse such patriotism that leaves people dead.

Don't bring up this topic again.

I've had enough.

Where are you going?

- I'm not abandoning you. - Okay.

I'm headed to the village meeting.

- Is it? - Yes.

- Go on. - Big deal.

Stop crying.

Shubhe, what will Moti eat?

Rice and vegetables, like we do.

You're silly!

A pup doesn't eat rice and vegetables.

Then?

It eats porridge.

What rubbish!

Haven't you seen our neighbour's buffalo calf?

It eats mashed grains.

That's what we'll give Moti.

Dogs don't eat mashed grains.

Yes they do.

No, they eat rice and vegetables.

Grains.

You're wrong. Rice and vegetables it is.

No, they eat mashed grains.

Rice and vegetables.

Mashed grains.

Rice and vegetables.

Mashed grains.

Rice and vegetables.

What's up, little girls?

Postman uncle,

- glad you're here. - Why?

Puppies eat mashed grains, right?

No, they eat rice and vegetables.

Mashed grains.

Rice and vegetables.

Mashed grains.

Rice...

Puppies don't eat either of that.

Then?

Puppies have milk and grow up to eat adult food.

Is that so?

I better get going. Got letters to deliver.

See you.

Okay.

Listen, the village chief wants to see you.

Okay.

- Do meet her. - Yes.

Please go now.

Then move out of the way.

- Bye. - Bye.

Come.

Have you no shame!

The village is turned into an open toilet.

What do you want to show visitors?

Your bums

farting and pooping away!

Nothing but filth all around.

What's the use of implementing schemes?

Is it only my responsibility?

Hold on.

Madam, we can't confine ourselves in a chamber

smelling our own poop!

He's right.

I can't do it either.

Well, it's a great way to step out

and do our business in the open fields.

What about ladies? Are we to poop in the open?

We can't be shameless like you men.

No...

No, I've decided.

I won't marry a man who doesn't have a toilet in his house.

Correct.

That's not done.

All right, build toilets in every home.

Build one in each room!

- Say something. - Nice!

Soon you'll agree to dine in the toilet!

Sad times.

- Hey... - Get up.

They have gone mad.

Let's go.

- Get up. - Anna, hold on.

Such useless people!

No discussion.

Listen...

Great progress!

Let's go.

Hopeless!

Granny!

When did you come?

When he was talking about smelling his poop!

Naughty girls!

Will you do me a favour?

Yes, granny.

There's a box on the window sill. Bring that.

Okay.

Both of you share the treat.

This is for you both.

Do you know who sent it?

It's from my son in America.

Granny, you have a son?

Yes and I have two grandsons too.

They're older than you.

Don't they visit?

No, my child. They're busy.

They live far away.

Go or you'll be late for school.

- Okay. - Go on.

What is it?

Granny,

can you give us some milk?

Milk? What for?

- For the pup you found this morning? - Yes.

Come, I'll give you some.

God, help me!

Good we met postman uncle.

Why so?

Or you would've fed Moti with grains!

Poor pup would be pooping all over.

You're silly!

Moti.

Moti.

Look we got you food.

I'll pour some milk.

Someone's in for a treat.

Moti.

Come, have it.

Look at him lap it up.

What happened?

Something's stinking.

Moti must've farted.

- It wasn't Moti. - Then?

- Wait. - Drink up, Moti.

Stop! That's stinking.

The food is spoilt. You'll fall sick.

Eating rotten food.

Here's your plate.