The movie is about to start...
Spread love and joy with people all around you.
But don't spread your legs too far in front.
Switch on your clockwork hearts and tear glands.
But switch off mobile phones and wailing children.
Love in today's world...
is like instant noodles.
When it reaches your stomach, it's mostly over
Love in today's world is born through Facebook
Comes of age in backseats of cars
And dies in cold legal courts
Our story is about a very different kind of love
A love filled with rainbows and dreams
It's not a selfish kind of love
It's not a messy kind of love
It's a love that will tickle and linger
The movie is about to start...
I'd often complain to Barfi.
That I didn't have a single good photograph of him.
But his answer was always the same.
I'll send you one before I die.
You can have that framed.
And true to his word...
Barfi fulfilled his last promise.
Since I was a child, my idea of love was...
to live together...
and die together.
Just like my grandparents.
I was ten, when my grandpa passed away.
And, a day later, my grandma also left us.
I yearned for that kind of love.
But Barfi was miles away in Darjeeling breathing his last.
I wasn't sure if I'd make it in time.
I had learned from Barfi...
that happiness is found in the little things.
Even a bowl of water is enough for ships to sail in.
And if you truly believe...
even paper birds can take flight.
Barfi always stayed happy.
And for some strange reason, unknowingly...
I always brought difficulties into his life.
But he never complained...
neither about me...
nor about the difficulties.
Barfi!
- In the name of the law...
- I order you to stop!
You fools! What are you doing down there?
He's on the roof! Get up here now!
- Barfi!
Move out of the way!
Inspector, there seems to be a mistake.
This isn't a mistake. And thank you very much, Mrs. Sengupta.
I wouldn't have caught him, if you hadn't filed a complaint.
Where are you taking him?
London!
Just joking, Mrs. Sengupta. We're taking him to Darjeeling.
Let's go.
Ma'am, sir is on the line.
He's called twice before.
- Why did the cops come home?
- You didn't even bother informing me.
- Hello!
- Who is Barfi?
- Who the hell is he to you?
- We've never had cops in our house before...
Who is Barfi to me?
I had no answer to Ranjeet's question.
- Shruti?
After six years of being married to Ranjeet, why was Barfi still important to me?
Please give this to Ranjeet.
That day, I broke all ties to help Barfi.
I guess, I could take such a drastic step only because...
I was still as deeply in love with Barfi...
as I was the first time I met him.
That was when my dad had to relocate to Darjeeling.
- Roll-up the window. You'll catch a cold.
- Who will believe she's getting married in three months?
108...
What is it?
- Wait, let me check.
101-4, Government Bungalows, Hill Road?
- Hillcart Road... - Hillcart Road.
Idiot!
I don't want to talk about Barfi.
I've spent half my life running after him.
If it weren't for Barfi...
I'd have retired as the Superintendent of Police.
But now, I sell Homeopathy pills.
Homeopathy!
That rascal Barfi!
Barfi spread love everywhere he went.
But never wanted anything in return.
No wonder he had so many well-wishers.
Barfi and I were childhood friends.
We had a lot of fun.
He was hearing and speech impaired.
But that didn't stop him from being stubborn.
He had a problem, though.
He thought...
people would abandon him.
That's why he always put his close ones through a test.
His father lovingly named him...
Murphy, after the Murphy Radio Baby.
If anyone asked him his name, he'd say...
Barfi!
Barfi.
You're wasting your time.
I am engaged.
Who sent this?
- Look I've put the clock back by 15 minutes
- Assume that you and I never met.
- And assume I never proposed to you.
- Assume you have made a new friend called Barfi.
- And assume this friend is helping you plan your wedding.
How sweet!
- And now that you've assumed all of this,
- why don't you give in with a smile and wave.
- So cute!
I thought you told him you're engaged so that he wouldn't bother you.
He's very handsome.
I know.
All the girls at the university had a crush on him.
Love marriage?
What?
One fine day he walked into the library...
held my hand and asked me...
"Will you marry me?"
Then?
Then...
I never hid anything from my mother.
When I told her about Ranjeet...
she only had one question.
"What does his father do?"
After coming to Darjeeling, I don't know why...
I was happy to be away from Ranjeet.
Barfi came along like a gust of wind...
and in a blink, I was swept away from my ordinary life...
I didn't realise it.
Barfi showed me how to live.
How to be adventurous.
And the most important lesson I learned...
is that the biggest risk in life...
is never taking any risk at all.
Excuse me... Inspector Dutta?
You scoundrel!
- Barfi the Great!
- You think you can run from Inspector Dutta?!
Inspector...
Sir, please wait...
Mrs. Sengupta...
from Calcutta!
Didn't take you long to get here!
Go on... beat him up.
Inspector, he can't talk.
Of course!
I know that.
We go back a long way.
I think there's been a mistake.
Don't you try to teach me.
There's been no mistake.
And if you want to help him...
find someone who can communicate with him!
Because if I file a case against him it will be all over for him.
But what has he done?
What has he done?
What has he done?!
Look at this...
my waist used to be 52 inches...
and now it's 42 inches!
And you ask me?
Come!
Come in.
- Take a look...
- Here's your Barfi!
What has he done?
He has robbed a bank, Mrs. Sengupta.
No, no, don't be surprised.
The story does not end here.
He kidnapped the granddaughter...
of the most respected man in Darjeeling!
Here...
This is...
Ms. Jhilmil Chatterjee.
Happy?
She was only six...
when Jhilmil's family left her at Muskaan.
Pure as can be...
and soft as a cloud.
Even back then Autism was considered a disease.
Her parents considered her an embarrassment.
I also heard that...
her mom tried to strangle her under the influence of alcohol.
And that's when her granddad brought her to Muskaan.
Since then...
Muskaan was Jhilmil's home.
You think you'll be able to take care of her?
How will you look after her?
We have many servants.
Servants!
You see, her grandpa's health has worsened.
Perhaps his last few days.
And he insists on seeing Jhilmil.
You know very well, that no one can disobey his order.
Daju, you'll need to come.
Jhilmil...
Of all the kids at Muskaan, Jhilmil was closest to Daju's heart.
And why not?
She was such an angel.
If Daju had his way, he'd never let go of Jhilmil.
An alcoholic mother...
a gambling good-for-nothing dad.
Moreover, Jhilmil needed special care and attention.
Jung Bahadur!
Barfi.
Please, grandpa!
Here.
Shruti!
- You haven't been keeping well...
- but if you could sign these papers...
I'm not going to die...
anytime soon.
Don't laugh at me!
What's his name?
Whose name?
Whose?
Barfi.
When I was your age, I went to school here in Darjeeling.
I know.
Well, there's something you don't know.
What?
See that man...
in the blue sweater?
Yes.
He's my friend's brother.
He was very handsome back then.
I was crazy about him.
And I wanted to elope with him.
And then?
I was at the railway station...
with a ticket in my hand.
And the train left the station.
I didn't go with him.
Since your father got transferred here...
whenever it's possible...
I come here.
And look at him from a distance.
I am scared to imagine...
what if I had eloped with him?
What would my life be like now?
What life would I be able to offer you?
The crossroads you are at right now...
I had turned away from.
But...
I don't love Ranjeet...
Ranjeet is perfect for you.
So is it only about money?
No.
It's not about money.
He can't say the words you wish to hear...
and he can't hear the words you wish to say.
Sometimes silence is the language of love.
And some day that silence will drown out your love.
You will use your fingers to talk to him...
but the world will point fingers at you.
Do you really love dad?
Who said you can only love once?
He probably doesn't even recognise me now.
Here.
Come to me the next time you need money... and I'll teach you a lesson.
Respected Shruti's father,
Life is a beautiful journey...
who knows what it has in store for us.
But I do know this.
You love your daughter a lot.
Your daughter loves me a lot.
And I love your daughter a lot.
When there's so much love amongst us...
why don't we become a family?
Yes?
Please get your daughter married to me.
Our life would then be the perfect fairy tale.
And, we'd all live happily ever after!
Please say yes.
Yours sincerely, Barfi.
What is it?
Let me check.
- What is it?
He's here for a donation.
You see, he's hearing and speech impaired.
Barfi.
Move it!
Sit!
Right...
tell me.
Jhilmil?
He is asking about Jhilmil.
DROP RS. 7,000 AT THE POST OFFICE AT 11 PM.
Who has written this?
BRING RS. 100,000 TO LONA KUKUR BRIDGE AT 11 PM.
You think I'm foolish?
Idiot!
Tell him to start at the beginning.
My mother passed away giving birth to me.
- My father is a driver... - Stop it!
Not from that beginning.
Start from this point on.
After Shruti left, Barfi became a completely different person.
His father lost his job.
This happened after Jhilmil's grandpa passed away.
Grandpa, wake up!
Jhilmil's grandpa left his entire wealth to her Trust Fund.
Jhilmil's father was left to live off a meagre monthly allowance, like the servants.
The arguments got worse...
and one day he got rid of all the servants, including the old timers.
Including Barfi's father and Jhilmil's nanny.
He didn't consider how Jhilmil would survive without her nanny.
Kidney failure...
He needs surgery.
Seven thousand rupees...
Within two days...
two days.
Hello...
Yes!
Mr. Chatterjee...
Good evening, sir.
Kidnapped?
Your daughter?
Are you sure?
Who was the last to see her?
I was reading her a bedtime story...
If she was asleep, how could she be kidnapped?
For God's sake! I received a call.
For a ransom of 50,000 rupees!
50,000?
This way, please...
Do you suspect anyone?
I mean, do you have any enemies?
He has several debts...
so, yes, there are enemies.
I'm sorry.
- Sorry, she's been drinking. - I'm sure its one of them.
- Please, can you stop drinking? - I was not drinking.
Go call the other servants.
Take him with you.
You tried to strangle her when she was a child.
Why do you have to bring that up?
How can I forget it?
Shut up!
You shut up!
MR. CHATTERJEE'S DAUGHTER KIDNAPPED
Barfi!
- Where were you?
Where are you going?
Mr. Dutta!
We are late.
- Inspector Dutta, do something!
Barfi.
Got to pee...
No, don't shut the door...
DROP RS. 7,000 AT THE POST OFFICE AT 11 PM.
- Who goes there?
Open the door.
I looked after her for 15 years, but you...
couldn't take care of her for 15 days!
When did you get this letter?
I got it this morning in the letterbox.
- I told you not to take her away!
Money is all that matters to you!
I know what's happening here.
What are you trying to say?
How can you talk like that?
You don't know the facts!
There's a cop here.
Yet you're saying such things.
Inspector...
please investigate this thoroughly.
- I think Jhilmil's family is involved.