Pagglait (पगलैट)

The pot is hung here. There are a couple of lunch boxes.

I'll stop here. Let's find out.

Yes. Stop here.

Oh, Lord.

Is this Mr. Shivendra's house?

Yeah, it is.

SHANTI KUNJ SINCE 1936

Alok.

You look dope, bro.

Parchun.

This is not a time for jokes.

He must've been 27, 28.

Yes, his name was Astik.

It has only been five months since their wedding.

Sandhya? The poor girl's in her room.

She hasn't come out since yesterday.

No, no, she's not inauspicious.

Their horoscopes were compatible.

Mom! Is my toothpaste in your suitcase?

I haven't unpacked yet. So many guests are here. Ask anyone.

It's Achint.

Yes, he's all grown up now.

Listen.

You know I only use Pepsodent.

Go and wait. I'll get it for you.

I've had it.

These boys and their tantrums.

He's come for a funeral, but wants his fancy toothpaste.

Greetings, Aunt Tulika.

Sandhya…

Is she okay?

I heard she's quite depressed.

Jiji, Gulu Didi from Bahraich is on the line.

Saroj's auntie's daughter whose husband is a government official.

I don't know how to explain. It happened all of a sudden.

Yes, we did the cremation yesterday.

There was no point waiting.

Maybe this is where his journey had to end.

May Goddess Radha bless his soul.

Yes. He's fine as well.

Careful. I'm having a bath.

How much per day for these mattresses?

Thirty-five rupees.

That's plain robbery.

No, sir. Mr. Rizvi knows that your son has passed away,

hence he has already given you a discount of 20%.

I don't want any favors.

My son has died.

I'm not asking for a discount.

The usual rate is 25 rupees. That's all I'll pay.

Sandhya…

Yeah, well, we are all worried about her.

"He was the sun in a sky full of stars."

"Our deepest sorrows that he's no more ours."

"RIP."

"May God help your soul…"

"Rest in peace."

It's all copy-pasted.

Please open the door.

Please open the door.

Get the doorbell changed, man.

Please open the door.

Where is Sandhya?

Mother!

Papa, Sangya and Snehu didn't come?

That's enough, Mom.

Enough now. Stop crying, Mom.

I'll send some tea.

-Mom. -Yes.

-I don't want tea. -Okay.

Please arrange for some Pepsi.

Parchun will get it from his shop.

Pepsi at a time like this?

Fine, let it be.

But I won't have tea.

Are you all right?

-Mom. -Yes?

Mom, who took the bed out of my room?

-I don't know. -I did.

-Why? -Because Astik is still with us.

For 13 days, the soul remains around the house.

The earthen pot on the tree outside is where we give him food.

It takes ten days for the soul to be free of its body.

On the thirteenth day, his soul will be liberated and go to Yamlok.

You performed the rituals for Astik's last rites.

You must follow these rules for 13 days.

No cigarettes, alcohol or tobacco.

One meal a day, without turmeric, garlic and onions.

And sleep on the floor, away from everyone else.

Why wasn't I informed of this before?

Can't you do this much for your own dead brother?

I forgot to mention Dad doesn't take sugar in his tea.

Easy. Take it easy, man.

If I'd died, Mom would've never asked her beloved Astik to sleep on the floor.

What?

But if you were dead, you'd be a buried corpse.

How would it matter to you anyway?

Come on, move from here.

Why am I asked to do everything for everyone?

Astik never cared for anyone but himself.

Even after his death, he remains a problem.

Sandhya's now a widow and I'm bald.

And now, your English lessons from Sandhya will also stop.

At least you were learning something from her.

Let it be, I'll do it.

Sit.

For how many days are you planning to stay?

Thirteen days. We're staying till the wake for sure.

Staying here?

Yes. Why?

You won't be able to.

They don't have western toilets here.

Only Indian style.

How will you bend down to use it?

It's been five months, and I'm still not used to it.

Something is up with Sandhya.

I am sure of it. But Usha Bhabhi is being secretive about it.

Janaki Didi?

-Tulika? -When did you arrive?

Greetings, Bhai Sahab.

We just arrived.

We got a call last night from Shivendra Bhai Sahab.

I got scared.

I thought Mother passed away.

Never imagined it would be Astik instead.

"As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods."

"They kill us for their sport."

Shakespeare.

How do you remember English poetry?

I don't even understand it.

Lunch is ready. Please come.

-Sure. -Okay.

Her husband has left her.

She hasn't said anything, but everyone knows.

He's in Dubai.

Right, Mother?

Usha.

Come on, Mom.

Usha is your daughter-in-law.

I am your daughter, Janaki.

You've forgotten everything.

Hey, listen.

What's the sleeping arrangement here?

Please open the door.

Will someone just rip the wire off that bell!

Please open the door.

Please open the door.

Sorry, the bell…

Namaste.

Is this Shivendra Giri's house?

I'm Nazia Zaidi.

Nazia!

Leave the suitcase here. I'll send it over.

Okay.

Nazia Zaidi.

I found out through Facebook.

Your sister had posted.

Yes, the post has 235 comments.

Bhabhi.

Bhabhi, Shivendra Uncle has asked me to put her luggage in your room.

Shall I?

Come.

Here, I'll take it.

-Parchun. -Yes?

Is your shop open?

Yes, Bhabhi, you want something?

Yes. A Pepsi for Nazia.

Okay.

And a packet of chips.

The spicy ones.

Alok couldn't stand this food either.

I'll get them.

-Mom… -Eat this without any fuss.

Some more vegetable curry?

Nobody is eating properly.

Giri ji, please check with Sandhya…

if she wants to live with you for a while.

No.

What will she do there?

This is her home now.

We'll ask her later.

Right now, she's too distressed.

PTSD.

Post-traumatic stress disorder.

It's psychological.

Mental trauma.

Quite a common occurrence in such circumstances.

Mr. Ghanshyam is a banker.

But he has knowledge about everything else as well.

What's going on with you, Sandhya?

Why are you behaving like nothing has happened?

Nazia.

You know, when I was a kid, we had a cat, Katrina.

She got run over by a car.

I cried a lot.

And didn't eat anything for three days.

I don't feel like that at all.

I don't feel like crying,

and I feel hungry all the time.

Honestly, I feel like running away.