Three Obsessions
It has been continuously raining
in five districts of West Bengal.
The floods in Cooch Behar and Jalpaiguri districts
have claimed 154 lives.
The losses are being pegged at almost 200 million rupees.
Brother Shailen.
What's going on with the rest?
Where are they?
I read the newspaper so many times that
I know it backwards and forwards.
The day is cold
and dark and dreary.
I don't think they are coming.
Tell sister to make some fried snacks.
I think they have arrived.
Listen! - Yes.
Listen, will you get the lantern?
I'm coming.
Coming.
Oh no! - Oh God.
Where's Shubhen?
I'll tell you in a while. - Come on in.
Oh my God!
Sister, can you give me a towel please?
Of course, but it's not dry.
No problem. - Is it okay? It must be drier than me.
Shubhen is not coming, I had gone to his place. - Why?
His brother's brother-in-law is visiting him.
So what? How does that affect his plans?
He said it's very rude
to leave a guest home alone in such terrible weather.
So kind of him.
Today's card session of 29 is all but over.
By the way, did you ring the bell or knock?
What?
Did they have electricity?
Oh, no, it was pitch dark.
The men were digging up the roads. It'll take time.
Here, use this. - Thank you.
I'm leaving the lantern here for you.
Be seated, I'll make some fried snacks.
Only that?
No, with puffed rice. Happy?
Over the moon!
Mr. Shailen has also ditched, eh?
The rain has gripped our poet. - Rain?
It's raining so heavily
and he's been by the window philosophizing. - Really?
Till long 45 minutes.
Henry.. - What do you mean?
...Wadsworth Longfellow.
There?
'Be still, sad heart'
'and cease... repining.'
'Behind the clouds'
'is the sun still shining.'
Ordeal
opens today at Uttara Theatre.
Do you want to go see it? It's a love story.
Do you believe in love?
If I don't believe in ghosts, why would I believe in love?
Don't both screw the life out of you?
Do you believe
that I exist? - Of course, I do.
Especially when there's increasing evidence
of your philosophical self in the rain.
If that's the case
then you have to believe love exists as well.
Because I'm always synonymous
with love.
I always suspected there was a great mystery in your life.
But I never knew that you are descended
on earth with so much love and affection for womanhood.
I was around
eight years old.
Love blossomed for the first time.
Even though I hardly attended school
it wasn't like I was short of things to do.
In fact, quite the opposite.
I had no guardian
so I was always up to some mischief.
Holy cow! Help! Somebody save me.
Come on, come on, let it loose.
Hey! Hey!
Run! Run! - I will break your bones! You thieves!
But I must say, I had one important responsibility.
I was responsible for collecting and posting
the letters of all the young married girls of the village.
Letter! Letter! Letter! Letter!
Uncle Rahim! Uncle Rahim!
Behind the Chandi temple.. - Fried snacks
and puffed rice on its way.
Behind the Chandi temple.. - Yes.
16 to 20 year old newlywed couples
gathered every day.
But there was one condition
men were not allowed in there.
I was the exception.
Of course, I could hardly be called a man.
I was very young, very innocent
but without me
their world would be in darkness.
Hello, friends.
This is the new bride
from the Chatterjee family of Brahmin neighborhood.
Her name's Nayantara.
Her husband works at the Writers' Building, right?
Yes.
How thoughtless! He got married
and immediately left his wife with his widowed aunt.
Oh, look how starved she looks!
Stop troubling her. - Come, over here.
On the first day of her marriage..
Where does your father live?
Come and join us. - We usually sit here.
She doesn't have relatives, you see?
What about your parents?
They passed away. She sings pretty well.
Does she? - Sing a song for us please.
Oh, what songs do you sing, lady?
Our Kshanaprobha also sings really well.
She sings the praises of the Lord.
Even Nayan sings songs of the Lord.
Lord Krishna, eh? The Lord of love?
No, Lord Rabindranath Tagore. - Are you serious?
Finally someone to match Kshanaprobha. - Yes, yes.
Put your veil down a little bit please.
Don't feel shy. - Let us see your pretty face.
That moment was spellbinding.
Her laugh was indescribable.
You look so beautiful.
Those eyes..
It was difficult to take one's eyes off her.
And that night while listening to my grandmother's fairytale
I discovered love for the first time.
It was a very stormy night.
The intensity of the wind and rain
was greater than today.
The Prince, Arup Kumar
set off on a journey
and travelled far and wide.
He spent sleepless nights, went without food.
No fear, no doubts.
Deep down he kept dreaming of someone.
And on that special night, I became the Prince.
And the person I had woken up from
that evil magic spell was not the Princess
but Nayantara.
"For your love, I shall bear all disgrace."
"I'll take all blame."
"I will bear it."
"For your love, I shall bear all disgrace."
"I'll take all blame"
"I will bear it."
"I'm willing to bear it"
"even if I am maligned"
"I will bear it."
"For your love, I shall bear all disgrace."
"I'll take all blame, I will bear it."
"I shall remove the thorns out of your way."
"I will spread my veil"
"wherever your shadow is."
"I shall spread my veil"
"wherever you sleep."
"That's my love for you."
"I will bear it."
Listen, Shailen!
"I will bear it."
"For your love, I shall bear all disgrace."
"I'll take all blame, I will bear it."
"For your love, I shall bear all disgrace."
"I'll take.."
The oddest thing was that during Nayantara's wedding
I too had been invited like others
by her aunt.
Parasite!
But my attention was elsewhere though.
Immoral parasite.
No way, it was the dessert.
It was just because of the dessert
that I attended the wedding.
Didn't you cross paths with Nayantara after that?
Tell me. - Of course, I did.
Jaba introduced us.
I would get
ribbons for her hair
and colorful papers for her to write letters on
just like I did for everyone else.
But I would try to avoid bumping into her.
The inevitable signs of love.
My heart would pound every time I saw her.
Mine still does, but mainly out of fear.
Sure.
And those eyes
the break of day.
Lights
that do mislead the morning.
Did you called me yesterday?
Did you?
You were supposed to get me some paper.
There were theatre rehearsals going on
at the Shitolatola grounds, yesterday.
You don't have to come here anymore.
One for the moon.
One for the moon!
Two for fortnights.
Teacher, this is for you. - Keep it there.
Three for the eyes.
Watch out. - Hey, Nontey!
Four for the Vedas.
Five for the arrows.
Six for.. - Six for..
Oh look who's here!
Shut up!
So little Prince
where have you been all this time?
Did you have a blister on your bum?
Or did lightning strike your house?
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What happened?
Shailen?
Oh dear, why are you crying?
What's wrong?
Why are you crying?
Come, let's go inside the house.
Here, take this.
I had hidden it and kept it aside for you.
You are a silly boy.
Why did you cry like a baby?
Eat.
Do you know, Shailen?
Since I sent you away in the heat of the moment
I've been feeling really bad.
Nontey is not like Shailen.
I had to persuade him so much to get me some paper
and then go drop off my letter.
But today, he refused to drop off.
My Shailen is much better.
Really, I love you so much, Shailen.
Okay, will you drop off this letter
tomorrow morning?
The first batch of mail leaves tomorrow from the post office.
You will, right?
Make sure you drop it off.
In Nayantara's deep dreamy eyes
I can feel
the warmth and the regret in her voice.
The sweet meats she gave me
my first experience of fantasy
pain and longing.
All in all my first brush with love
wasn't really a bad one.
What do you think? - Yeah.
You are deliberately overlooking the cunningness in her it seems.
Love isn't something
that can be easily explained, brother.
I had stopped looking.
Thou blind fool.
I didn't really care who was cunning and who wasn't.
You bet.
Both my heart and my mind were
enraptured with Nayantara and the gathering.
It's your turn, hurry!
The gathering of women was actually an excuse.
Window of opportunity.
An opportunity to see Nayantara.
Fish, kites, mangoes
I forgot all my previous interests.
My mind and soul
were lost in Nayantara's deep
and soulful eyes.
Here I go.
Come on, play your turn. - Hurry up, Nayan.
Oh, gosh, that wasn't fair. - Hard luck.
Let me see, what are you hiding?
Nothing!
Come on, show me.
Look, it's another one of those books.
Listen to this. - Go on, go on.
'An apple a day won't keep the doctor away.'
'He would disrobe the lady and make his way.'
Holy crap!
'Press her body parts for no rhyme or reason.'
'Prescription comes next, it's hunting season!'
Brother Shailen, you should go.
It's getting late for the work I gave you.
What work?
Oh never mind.
Oh I see.
It's a national secret it seems.
I've committed a crime by asking.
I ask for your forgiveness. - Let it be.
What are you doing here?
Goddamn.
What do you know of all this?
Leave him alone. - Don't you have school?
Will his teacher teach him these things in school?
If yes, then he would've sat there all day long.
You women don't know what a lech he is.
Stop it. Why are you talking to him like that?
What is his fault?
His fault is that he belongs to a breed that is uncouth.
See how he's looking at us.
Like he wants to consume us all.
But first he'll consume Nayan.
Check out how he's been staring at her whole time.
What a lecherous boy he is!
Nayan sees it, but is not at all bothered.
If he looks at anyone it has to be you.
Why would he waste his time
on someone as dark and ugly as me?
If he looked at me like that
I would give him two slaps across his face.
Alms for the beggar.
One gives alms to others after their own stomach is full.
Looking at me won't satisfy his hunger or get him alms.
Joke all you want, Nayan.
If you could be like Kshanaprobha
it could've washed away your sins.
Right, why don't you go and rub yourself against her, Nayan?
Her beauty might just rub off on you.
When you have a young paramour why would you need me, honey?
Give it to me.
Out of my way.
Get going. - Let's go. Come.
Let's go.
Why do you look at me like that?
Wipe yourself and come sit inside.
There's a shirt on the bed.
Do you like the clouds?
Yes.
Kshanaprobha means lightning.
See how it flashed across
the sky.
It's a little big for you, right?
No, it's perfect.
You didn't tell me.
Why do you look at me like that?
Am I not dark?
Look at that.
"On a cloudy day"
"you saw me in a field."
"A dark girl with Krishna's dark eyes."
Even though we had to cancel our card game
the snacks and your story have made for a fine evening.
But calling it love is a bit extreme.
I am leaving out the other mistakes
because mistakes are poet's religion.
Because a poet is God's own mistake.
No.
What I felt for Nayantara
was love indeed.
I feel my pulses beat
my forehead burn.
Longfellow.
But what played out after
that can be called
a philosophical and classic trade mark of love.
Envy.
My beloved, Nayan.
I have written you two letters in the last two weeks.
I haven't received a reply.
I hope you and my aunt are well.
Let me give you a piece of good news in advance.
I broached the subject of my promotion
day before yesterday with my big boss.
And going by the Englishman's expression
he seemed to be quite pleased with me.
I am continuing to scratch his back.
Now, I'm waiting for lady luck to shine on me.
I'm planning to go to Dakshineshwar temple tomorrow
to offer a prayer.
As soon as I'm granted a promotion
I've decided to rent a two-bedroom apartment
in a good residential area and bring you here
to be next to me.
I don't have words to express how melancholic
I feel with you so far from me.
Living in a mess
with other men instead
of enjoying the benefits of wedded bliss is excruciating.
I fell into another trouble.
Do you remember the handkerchief
that you lovingly stitched my name on?
I lost it while travelling by tram yesterday.
You know how absent minded I am.
This makes me feel very upset
and I'm unable to forgive myself.
That's all for now.
I hope you are in good spirits.
With the full moon coming up
aunt's arthritis pain can shoot up.
Keep an eye on her. Take care of yourself.
Every time I write to you
the smell of your Eau de Cologne drives me insane.
Love, your beloved, Akshay.
Shailen!
Has any letter come for me? - No.
Not a thing.
It's been two weeks
and he doesn't have the time to write a letter.
Just wait a second.
Will you post this letter for me?
I hope he's not in some kind of trouble.
Protect my husband, dear Lord.
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Messy!
Shoo! Go away! Shoo!
Hey you, can you help me out a bit?
Hold this please.
Hold this.
Hey, aren't you Shailen?
I am Akshay. Remember me?
You spilt the dessert at my wedding.
Give this to me.
Be careful, how are they doing?
They are well. - Just well?
What does it take to write a letter?
I had to take leave and come and see them.
I was so worried, no news from them, no letter.
What do you mean no letters?
How can you say that?
I've written four letters to you in the last three weeks.
Shailen, haven't I?
Four letters? Really?
My son, Akshay, you are home. - Here, take this.
You haven't written a single letter
and you're blaming me.
When you are in Kolkata
you don't even care to find out if I'm dead or alive.
No, no. That's not true.
I sent you.. one, two, three, four, five..
I wrote you five letters.
None of them arrived? - Nope.
This is strange.
Fine! You go back to Kolkata! - Please listen to me.
You don't have to come here anymore.
Go away from here. - Don't be angry.
Listen to me. - Nayan!
Listen, trust me. - You didn't send me a single letter.
You haven't written a single letter to me.
Okay, okay, don't get angry.
I was not prepared
for what happened next.
The little success I'd achieved was soon destroyed.
I'll let you know if it's important.
Suddenly, Nayantara stopped coming
to the women's gathering.
I couldn't think
of excuses to go over
and meet her at home with fearless heart.
Since Nayantara
had no need for letters
her need for me disappeared as well.
I found this hard to accept.
Here's some rice, and here's some fish.
Here's some milk in a dish. The cat is coming to eat it all.
Meow, meow, meow and meow.
I could not stand this intimacy
between husband and wife. It was agony for me.
The fact that all fights between husband and wife
get resolved with sweet exchanges
which was not something I could understood at that age.
But I did understand that
I was responsible for bringing
the cause of my anguish to my doorstep.
I also realized
that I would have to get rid of this anguish by myself.
Hail mother, I bow to thee!
So I started making plans
to get rid of Akshay.
Nayan!
I'm coming.
Hey.
What happened? - I'm itching all over.
Where? - Here. No, here. No.. here..
Stop, let me see where it's itching. - Here, here and here.
Why don't you scratch his back? - Over here!
Let me see.
Oh God, this is too much. - Let me see.
Why is this happening! Oh my God, this is irritating.
What? - My goodness.
Oh God, help me! - Just stand still for a second.
I can't.. I'm dying. Help.
Where are you going? Stop.
Where are you going? - Gosh, this is killing me!
Don't come my way.
Why are you going into the pond?
What madness is this!
My God, it's burning more. It's burning.
Oh mother..
Mother..
Oh mother..
Oh no, don't touch me.
Please don't touch me.
Oh mother..
God knows which rascal rubbed itchy leaves
all over your clothes.
Poor you.
Don't touch me.
Should I go do my evening prayers?
Don't touch me please.
Okay. I'll be back soon. - Come soon.
Mother.. help.
Has the burning gone down?
No. I can't take this anymore. - Tell me?
Now, that you're home you can't leave
without eating some 'hilsa' fish.
The monsoon rivers are swollen with 'hilsa'.
Bhuchi's mother was saying the local market at
Shitolatola has got some really tasty 'hilsa' today.
Do you want to eat some?
"O Radha, love is transcendental."
"When it's Him, you love."
"O Radha, love is transcendental."
"When it's Him, you love."
"O Radha, love is transcendental."
"When you are a slave to love"
"and you devote your all"
"you hope to transform"
"but a sinner they call."
"O Radha, love is transcendental."
"When it's Him, you love"
"O Radha, love is transcendental."
Hey, someone give me my 'sari'.
How much longer should I stay naked?
Has anyone seen Sita's 'sari'?
Where's the red toe paint?
What's going on here?
"When you feel love"
"blossom in your heart"
"beware of the thorns"
"that will cross your path."
"O Radha, love is transcendental."
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord.
Lord! Lord! - I'll catch you!
Lord! Save me!
Oh mother..
- What happened?
What's wrong? - What happened to you?
What happened? How did you cut your knees?
Tell me? - Ghost! It was a poltergeist.
It was trying to attack me. - Oh my God.
An evil spirit is trying to harm us.
Protect us from evil, O Lord.
Something is haunting me.
Listen, Akshay. - Tell me.
Wasn't there any 'hilsa' left at Shitolatola?
The poltergeist took it away, aunt!
Sit down. Sit.
Damn!
Oh my..
Ghost!
Why are you crying?
You're crying?
I'm not crying.
We met after so long.
We hardly got a chance to even talk.
Why would anyone hurt him like that?
Poor innocent man.
He never harmed anyone.
He just came running home because he loves me.
And he went back with so many injuries.
Seeing Nayantara grieve like that left me speechless.
Her partiality, which was indeed
her own fault, drove me insane.
But instead of getting mad at Nayantara
I got furious with Akshay.
What the heck? Why?
I believed his greatest crime was
to marry Nayantara.
And because they were married
she tried to beg and plead with him to stay.
I made so much effort to hit him on the head
and she thought he was a helpless man.
She shed tears for him.
What? Does your story end here?
Where's the epilogue?
Do you think love is a story?
That it will have an epilogue?
But yes, if you compare love to a novel
then there isn't any epilogue
but there are chapters.
Fine, then tell us what that final chapter was.
Shadows are trailing.
My heart is bewailing.
And toiling within
like a funeral bell.
The end was
a mere letter.
You don't open my letters, do you?
Nope. Never.
Don't you dare!
I have crossed your heart.
If you open it, you will get chest pains.
My beloved, partner.
Please forgive me.
I fall at your feet.
Don't turn your face away from me.
I will die.
I take all blame for everything.
Please come back to your Nayantara.
Your love is the only thing I want in this entire world.
I swear on my life.
When you come back
This time I'll not let you go off my sight even for a second.
I will keep you close to my bosom.
I will stay by you always.
I won't let you slip out of my sight, even for a second.
Beware!
If you ever come back to this village
remember that
I'll break your neck
and drink your blood.
I have sneaked in
the envelope
and read everything.
Don't try and act smart with me!
And then?
You rascal! Having an affair? Love?
My foot! Babe in arms and affair?
Please spare him. Stop, please.
Spare him? My foot.
You women are responsible for spoiling him.
No, don't stop me today. - Stop! Stop!
I am taking you to Kolkata tomorrow.
You swine!
"For your love, I shall bear all disgrace."
"I'll take all blame.."
Rascal! Don't even look there. I will pull your eyes out.
And after that
you never met Nayantara?
I was not given permission to go back to my village.
Never.
Never?
No.
I gave father my word.
Thank God.
The rain has almost stopped.
Come on, let's head home. What say, Tarapada?
Yes, let's get going.
Tell me, Shailen.
Is it because of this love story that
you decided never to embark on the journey of a married life?
That's a part of the reason.
I never wanted anyone else in my life.
On the canvas of my life
except Nayantara
there were no other girl's picture.
Then how are you synonymous with love?
Co-existent?
Even today I look for Nayantara
in every face I see.
I look for her in the crowd, in people's shadows.
My whole existence
and my feelings
all this still revolves around her.
This sounds strange but it's true.
Sister, we are leaving.
These guys are leaving, honey.
Are you listening? - Yes.
Hey, hey! That's mine.
Bye, sister.
Mr. Bard.
Go away! Shoo!
Since poets are generally weak in math
I would like to point out to you
that if Nayantara was 16 when you were 8
and today
you are 44.
So she would be 52.
You are wrong.
How?
Nayantaras
never age.
Goodbye.
Hello. - Hello, sir?
Yes, speaking. - It's Bijitesh, sir.
Will the office be open today? - Why? Why won't it?
Everything's flooded here, sir.
It's raining cats and dogs since last night.
I heard buses and trams aren't running.
Over here the water is neck deep.
I spoke to Rajesh.
Even trains aren't running in Rishra.
Oh. - It was hard getting through to you.
Isn't it raining in your area?
Move!
Keep moving!
Watch out!
Hey!
Hold this.
'Akashvani' Kolkata.
Local news read by Debdulal Bandyopadhyay.
Incessant rains in Kolkata
and the surrounding areas have given rise
to a flood like situation.
Areas far and wide have been submerged
which have affected daily life
in Ganges of West Bengal.
According to the Alipore Met Department..
Are you Sukomol Basu Ray?
Yes.
That's me.
Where have you come from?
You then, are Sukomol Basu Ray.
I have a few important things to discuss with you.
Okay.
But where are you from? And what's your name?
I am Gyanesh Mitra.
Oh.
Hello.
Tell me, Mr. Gyanesh, how can I help you?
Thank God at last you recognize me.
Come. Let's sit and talk.
I see you live alone.
Yeah, it's comfortable that way.
I hope you don't mind
but I don't really know who you are.
I'm hearing your name for the first time..
You really don't know who I am? - No.
I am Mohua's husband.
Mohua?
Now you will say you don't even know her.
Look, I have no clue what you are saying.
Mohua
killed herself last night.
Oh.
That's it? Oh?
I thought..
Have you come here to blackmail me?
A guilty conscience needs no accuser.
I could though.
I have enough evidence to do so.
How old are you, Mr. Sukomol?
Why?
I am 48.
Mohua was 10 years younger than me.
You must be what? Around?
Around 35?
Around five years ago
I was teaching in a school
in the mofussils.
I met Mohua there.
You must be aware of the fact
that once a woman falls in love with someone
it doesn't take them any effort to overcome such differences.
We got married just a month after we met.
The marriage survived but the love..
The marriage survived
but the love did not.
Mohua had an impulsive streak.
Whenever got excited about something
she would go after whatever caught her fancy.
And
her hopes wouldn't take long to come crashing down.
Our marriage was one of her rash decisions.
I always lived in fear
that her nature would end up destroying her.
And that's exactly what happened.
Have you come here to tell me your life story?
Yes, you need to know all of this.
No. I don't think so.
But I do. - This is ridiculous.
Are you going to force me to listen to your nonsense?
Listen, Mr. Gyanesh, you should leave now.
I have a lot of work to finish please.
Besides, I neither have the time
nor the inclination to listen to your life story.
Do you want me to call the police?
Why not?
The duel will conclude with a bang.
Do excuse me.
I gave into the temptation
of taking a sneak peak into your bedroom.
It's quite cozy.
How much do you want?
What?
How much do you want?
Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Mr. Sukomol?
You are the one who needs to be ashamed.
You're the one who's come
to gloat over your wife's suicide.
Thank goodness the date got pushed back.
Imagine the chaos if it were today.
What date, uncle?
Your wedding date!
Your elder uncle had almost fixed it for today.
Thank goodness, I said no.
It rained like this even during
your feeding ceremony. Don't you remember?
So many people couldn't come.
Even your elder uncle made it only by night.
He used to live far then.
So much food was wasted.
But it wasn't this bad.
The rain today is just insane, the levels are rising.
I can't keep my things downstairs anymore.
Will you keep this harmonium? It's Paris made.
I hope you don't mind..
No, no, of course not. I'll keep it safe.
Be careful with it. - Sure.
It's quiet heavy. Handle with care.
Come in, come in.
Keep it down gently.
Come here. - Keep it over here.
Keep it here. - Here.
Do let me know if there's anything else, uncle.
If this rain doesn't stop soon
I will have to move my whole household up here.
Gosh!
Please don't mind me barging in.
Gosh, when will this rain stop?
My hands are aching. - God knows.
Thank God, the instruments are at safe place.
Will you come or not? - I'm coming!
Who told you to step out? Can't you see it's raining?
What do you want from me?
A discussion.
What's the point?
We need to understand why Mohua committed suicide.
You might need to understand
I don't.
Of course, you do.
Don't you think you have something to do with her death?
Not at all. No.
I haven't even seen her in the last week.
I have not said or done anything
to hurt her or make her commit suicide.
I could say the same thing, Mr. Sukuomol.
Mohua was your wife.
And she was your lover.
Or you were her lover.
It's the same thing. - No!
It's not the same thing.
It's absolutely not.
Listen.
Say for argument's sake even if I accept that
according to the rules of society
I had an illicit relationship
with your wife.
That doesn't mean anything.
Because according to the law
she had a legal relationship with you and not me.
Wait a second.
Are you preaching to me about society and law?
Those are manmade.
It does not relate human feelings.
I am trying to get to the matter of heart.
A woman named Mohua and the two men in her life.
Gyanesh Mitra and Sukomol Basu Ray.
She had a personal relationship with both these men.
She was not as close to anyone else in this world.
I don't hesitate in saying that it was physical as well.
What nonsense!
That's what you do with prostitutes.
That doesn't mean.. - Shut up, you rascal.
Leave me! - Mohua was not a prostitute!
Stop it! How dare you!
I've tolerated your rant for a long time!
Just get out.
Get out! Out!
You need to leave right now.
Mohua had told me once
that if she ever had a lover
he too would be responsible.
Just like you.
Responsible!
Freaky wimp.
A man who takes advantage
of a poor orphan woman is anything
but responsible.
Responsible!
I could have told her
that I knew she had a lover.
And I have seen him as well.
That's why I never said anything.
I felt bad for her so I never said anything.
I knew such a fragile woman
would not be able to stand the blow.
Didn't you understand that?
Responsible!
Last month, you two went
to Gopalpur on Sea.
Stayed at Stephen's Lodge.
You told them you were husband and wife.
Because the owner does not allow bachelors.
Keeps a bible in each room.
Even drinking isn't allowed.
But the house is beautiful.
The sea in front, the backwaters to the left.
Desolate beach.
Dark black rocks
jutting out of the sea.
Mohua was determined to go and sit on those rocks.
You were trying to stop her.
Then you really did follow her there?
I am a responsible husband.
I should know where my wife is, if she is in some sort of danger
it is my duty to find out these things.
Because of my sheer responsibilities I bought this
from the auction at Russell Exchange.
I don't need this anymore.
That's why I remembered to bring it along.
You can keep it for half the price.
You're not going to be a bachelor forever.
When are you getting married? - None of your business.
Besides
everyone doesn't follow their wives like you.
Because everyone is not a responsible husband like me.
Mohua would say you are very generous.
You give her a great deal of freedom.
Mohua did not recognize you.
Nobody will understand how much freedom I gave her
better than you, right?
The whole world is drowning.
It's a sea out there.
I risked my life to get here.
Why did you take risk? You shouldn't have come to work.
What are you saying?
I came all the way for you. - Go back home, Radha's mom.
What? I risked my life just because
your sister asked me to. I waded neck deep water.
Just leave. Can't you understand what I'm saying?
Okay, I'm going.
How long are you planning on staying?
As long as it takes to solve this mystery.
What mystery?
Huh?
Your wife has committed suicide.
What do I have to do with that?
Please just leave.
I don't want to be dragged into this shady affair.
I'm warning you.
I've reached the end of my patience.
Three years ago
you were also a school teacher like me.
You went to Berhampur to study BT.
Mohua was also there
doing a refresher course.
She met you and fell in love with you.
Men always desire the forbidden fruit.
And Mohua was too tempting as the other woman.
Don't you agree?
If you knew everything
why didn't you stop her?
You feel I didn't think about it?
Which kind hearted man will condone such a thing?
But I was scared.
I was scared of losing her.
Call it a weakness if you like.
But it's not exactly that.
It was a kind of sacrifice.
I don't know if I'm making any sense to you.
Actually, I just wanted her to be with me
no matter what she did.
I wanted her to be mine.
Yep, property!
No, no. Not like that.
It has nothing to do
with a sense of possession, Mr. Sukomol.
It's more to do with love, understanding
empathy, duty and responsibility..
A dutiful husband cannot allow his wife to stray, right?
He can.
If he thinks her lover is dutiful then he can.
I thought you were dutiful and responsible.
Maybe, Mohua also thought you were, but you are not.
You not only cheated her
but you also failed to keep her alive.
You pushed her into an abyss.. - How?
First, you built her hopes
of getting a high paying job.
That isn't a crime. I was going to try get her a job.
Mohua trusted you so much that when you said that
she started taking her teaching job lightly.
She started missing classes for no reason
being careless with marking papers
fighting with her colleagues. Should I go on?
One day she just quit her job and told me about it later.
I accepted her decision.
Because I did not know then that you were behind it.
You goaded Mohua into quitting her job.
I never asked her to quit her job.
But you promised her the moon. - I don't want to argue.
I have written evidence with me. - You do whatever you want to.
It's like rubbing salt into a wound.
We lost power.
I have to keep this with you. - Give it to me.
We won't last long downstairs.
I heard they are using boats in the streets of Bagbazar.
How did you manage to come, mister?
Water's pouring in but you only bother
about your musical instruments!
I'm coming, coming!
Are you even listening to me? - Stop pissing me off!
Why don't you rent another house for your instruments!
You should be ashamed of yourself.
How could you read your wife's personal letters?
What shame?
Your words were actually my words.
They were the words I always wanted to say
but I couldn't.
Your words were my voice.
Last night
when I was reading your letters
it sounds strange
but I confused myself with you.
You are a very odd man.
Yes.
Yes, even Mohua would say so.
A couple of days ago
she rested her head on my chest and said
'Why don't you ever stop me?'
'Why don't you punish me?'
'What if something happens to me?'
I said
'What can happen?'
'You didn't spare any slot for anything to happen.'
She moved away from me.
After a while, she said
'You've always been a very odd man.'
How long are you going to talk such crap?
Crap?
This is a question of our life and death.
It might be yours but not mine.
Mr. Sukomol.
We are both entangled
with Mohua in the same way now.
Personally and legally.
What do you mean?
It started raining in the evening yesterday.
But Mohua had made up her mind much earlier.
She had written the letter and kept it under her pillow.
Letter?
What letter?
Huh?
What..
What letter?
My school is in the suburbs.
Think about my situation since yesterday.
I waited in school till 7 PM
and then desperately started walking.
I changed buses and rickshaws
and reached home by 9:30 PM.
The roads were completely waterlogged.
But the water was yet to enter the house.
The door was ajar.
I entered and saw Mohua was lying on the bed.
I scolded her for sleeping with the door open.
I even tried to wake her up. She did not answer.
I still did not know that..
I thought she had taken her sleeping pills.
She often did that.
Gosh! Tell me about the letter.
What letter?
Yesterday's rain
was the kind to induce madness.
Suddenly, I looked at Mohua in the glow
of the light of the table lamp.
And I went insane.
I had not touched her beautiful body for a long time.
I was parched for her.
I became a crazed animal, Mr. Sukomol.
I forced myself on her. And then I froze.
She was cold as ice.
Chilled.
She wasn't breathing.
Mohua has held us both responsible
in her suicide note.
You and me.
What the heck!
What did I do?
We both were unfair to her.
We both destroyed her mentally.
Mohua wrote that?
Besides how does it matter what she wrote?
Where is the evidence?
The proof?
The proof is your numerous letters.
The body is in the morgue, right?
Yes.
But I haven't given the suicide note to the police.
If I had, we both would've been arrested by now.
Have you decided what you're going to do?
You say, Mr. Sukomol. What should we do?
Okay then.
Hand it over to the police.
Along with your letters?
This shows you have come here to blackmail me?
No.
I came to find out
whether why Mohua suddenly committed suicide.
Why we couldn't make her want to live.
A suicide letter doesn't ever have
the real reason behind a suicide.
How the heck would I know the real reason?
Last Sunday evening
Mohua came to see me for the last time.
We chatted a while
and then she left.
But
she didn't say anything that indicated
she was contemplating suicide.
Frankly, she seemed a bit depressed.
But that was nothing new.
I asked
what she would do.
She said, 'Nothing.'
'I am fine.'
'We will maintain the same friendly terms we have now.'
'You get married.'
'As long as your wife does not know, it's fine.'
I told her it was becoming a very dangerous game.
And that we could not predict
how long her husband would be quiet.
You said that? - Yes, I did.
But Mohua paid no heed to me.
She said, 'Being married and being a husband'
'is not the same thing.'
Last September, we had gone to Digha.
She said something really strange
while we had gone for a walk.
She said
'There is a weird similarity'
'between my husband'
'and my father.'
'The same way that a father believes in his daughter'
'my husband has endless faith in me.'
I think when we went
to Gopalpur on Sea last month and she spotted you
she was very hurt.
It could be
that she started suffering from guilt.
It could be that her beliefs were shattered.
She came back to the lodge
and wanted to go back to Kolkata immediately.
If she hadn't seen you
we would have stayed
a few more days in Stephen's Lodge.
And it's my guess
that she would still be alive.
If my sense of responsibility is my crime
then I am guilty.
I have to go to work now.
You mean, your office will be open in these floods?
So you mean to say
you have no hand in Mohua's suicide?
No.
Not at all.
But..
But when I gave you the news you weren't surprised at all.
Right?
All you said was 'Oh'.
You were her lover.
You enjoyed the pleasures of her beautiful body.
Didn't you write?
'I have left traces of my kisses'
'on your nakedness, look for them.'
Your letters are very poetic, Mr. Sukomol.
'Your essence haunts my being and is driving me crazy.'
Those smells are gone forever. Are you not even a little sad?
You feasted on her body day after day.
But you never tried to understand her heart.
What kind of lover doesn't take responsibility of the heart?
Now that you are getting married, you think
you can get away with your insensitive irresponsibility?
Liar.
Imposter..
Betrayer!
Whom do you want?
Has 12 years of wedlock dried up all
possibility of us having a conversation?
My existence doesn't begin and end with my breast, ACP Guha!
What is it?
They say, never bring your ego to bed.
Haven't you read the scriptures?
You mean, Kamasutra, right?
Nope.
Next?
We haven't kissed in ages, Joy.
Do you even remember the last time you hugged me?
I refuse to share my bed with a sexual predator!
Excuse me! Hello!
You are talking to your husband
not a rapist.
You have been one many a times.
Do I need to remind you? - Just shut up!
Not being married is better than being
in a loveless marriage like this!
Then let's talk, damn it.
Let's talk for God's sake! - Love never existed though.
We still can have a talk! - It's too late!
We can still have that conversation!
We don't have any baggage!
What did you say? Baggage?
You know very well why.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
You are not capable of loving anyone.
I repeat anyone.
See, it kind of just slipped out.
Have you ever loved anyone but yourself?
Anyone?
Desperate!
I didn't mean it. I am sorry.
I am sorry!
Crap!
Morning, sir. - Good morning.
Any news, Deepak?
Sir, this time it's Jhowtala road.
In the apartment of the ex-wife of the ex-speaker.
In broad daylight.
What the..
Does the press know?
Not yet.
The woman is a divorcee, lives alone.
She's a dancer.
She was staging at Rabindra Sadan in the morning.
She came home and found it had been broken into.
Cash, jewelry, laptop, everything's gone missing.
But why are you telling me?
The commissioner got a call from the Writers' Building.
They have asked you to go over, personally.
Why?
Don't I have anything else to do?
What are the local police doing? Call up Chowdhury in Beck Bagan.
Sir, this is the seventh burglary on the trot.
They want you to be a part
of this investigation from the start.
There is a lot of pressure from above. - Please.
In that case ask them to call Scotland yard.
I have other things lined up.
Sir.. - Speak to Manish Gupta.
He will go and take stock of the situation.
Sir, Chief Secretary had
personally called up the police commissioner.
Please come in, sir.
Madam?
The ACP has come from police headquarters.
Hello.
I am Joydeb Guha.
Hello.
I got a text from this number. Who is this?
Oh! I am sorry, I didn't have your number saved.
Please tell me.
No, no, don't worry, we are at it.
Please have your dinner and sleep.
We have posted an officer outside your apartment.
Usually, burglars don't return to the same apartment.
Do call me if you need help with anything.
Definitely.
Didn't you get my missed call? - Thank you.
When did you?
Anu, they pay me to work.
Rubbish.
Your dinner is on the table.
Asleep?
Can't sleep.
"Life's all about living me."
"Life's all about loving me."
"And since, I love loving me so."
"I can love you more than so."
Apparently, they don't break into
the same house twice? Rubbish.
What are you wearing today?
"I write songs all day for me."
Rascal.
"I live with my thoughts so free."
"I draw pictures of myself all day."
"And to my own melody, I sway."
"And since, to my tunes, I flow."
"I love myself so."
"And since, I love.." - I am still smelling of you.
"I can love you more than so."
All good?
Good morning, sir. - Good morning!
Good morning, sir! - Yes!
Over here, yesterday.
Good morning, sir. - Good morning, sir.
Why?
What happened?
I'll just call you back.
I've got a call coming in.
Hello.
Anamika had called.
She wants to talk.
I don't know about what.
And please don't get stressed.
At least one of us shouldn't, right?
If she creates a scene
you know what to cook tonight.
Right?
I have something to say.
So do I.
What?
You go first.
Today..
I found out something.
Last evening
I underwent an egg retrieval procedure.
Egg?
Did you go alone?
Mom had come with me.
I hadn't informed you one thing.
I was
undergoing an ovarian simulation procedure.
Dr. Banerjee was saying..
You have gone through this before, right?
So what's new?
Yeah, but..
I came to know of something new.
That's a new development.
What?
The embryologist had called from the hospital.
Four eggs of mine have got fertilized.
Okay.
Dr. Banerjee was saying..
He will carry out the embryo transfer day after.
Of course, he isn't promising anything.
But this time
there is a high chance of it getting successful.
I don't know what to say.
But I think I am overwhelmed.
Are you?
Can I make a request? - Tell me.
Even if you're not happy
you can at least pretend to be.
Don't start it again.
Helps.
Please don't start it again, Anu, please.
You had something to say. - Later.
But related what?
Nothing. Work related.
About a promotion. A new opportunity.
May be, transfer.
It's not happening now. Have you informed your mom?
No.
I wanted to break it to you first.
I am sorry.
Procedure..
It's done.
She is sedated now.
She'll take some time to recover.
You can take her home after that.
Thank you, doctor.
She needs care
emotional support.
If she does conceive as it is in an IVF pregnancy
the symptoms will be magnified. - Okay.
Be sensitive.
Your baggage is arriving soon.
Do you think I haven't noticed
how you missed becoming a dad?
I was not having sex with her.
Is that clear?
Please listen to me.
Please!
But why will I lie to you?
The blood pressure is on the higher side.
But we'll take care of that.
Otherwise
she is doing well.
Exactly
after five weeks
we will conduct a viability scan.
What is a viability scan?
To check
the baby's heartbeat. - Oh.
Till then
just take it easy. Okay?
Avoid running
lifting heavy weights.
I have written down everything. - Thank you.
Keep it.
Mrs. Guha. - Yes?
If you don't mind
I would like to speak to your husband alone.
Okay.
I am probably repeating myself.
Stress can be very dangerous.
Especially in the case of an IVF pregnancy
extra care has to be taken.
Try to keep her happy.
Otherwise..
Well
you run the risk of losing your child.
This is not right. I can't be doing this anymore.
You mean, attack of morality?
I know I am hurting you.
Mom!
Oh my dear!
Just a little.
It's a boy.
You happy? - Yes.
You?
It's a pity thing that you'll never be a mother.
You'll never know how I feel now.
Enjoy.
I always wished for a girl from the start.
Later, I only longed for a healthy baby.
I must say he looks quite healthy for an IVF baby.
Oops! I'm sorry..
Excuse me, sir. The doctor wants to see you.
I'll be right there.
I'll be back.
Does your life feel complete now
ACP Guha?
The emptiness that was eating you up.
Is this from Tewari Sweets? - Yes.
Please take some, sir.
Here, have one.
Here, have it. - Sir, may I say something?
Go ahead. - Better late than never!
You can give it a shot as well! - Please take some, sir.
Thanks, thanks.
Are you all right, sir?
Staying up nights now. - Sorry, I forgot.
This is just the beginning of many sleepless nights.
See what lies in store.
Tell me something, Mr. Dutta.
How is it possible
to develop such a strong attachment
in such short time?
Attachment?
What attachment?
I mean
the bond of a father and his son, you know.
Rubbish!
These are temporary feelings
conjured up by the mind.
When you realize one day, despite your very best efforts
your child has turned out to be a freak attachment
bond all will seem like a distant memory.
So you mean to say
all this love and attachment is only temporary?
The tug of the heart is temporary.
The tug of the flesh is permanent.
You are something, Mr. Dutta!
You'll agree with me.. - You're too much.
...once you reach my age.
And about attachments..
We crave for what we don't have.
And once we have it
we just let it go by.
Mark my words.
Come on, pick it up.
Pick it up for God's sake.
Hello. Listen, I cannot live without you.
I have to have you in my life.
Tell me.
Do you still love me?
His name is Ayush, my son.
Listen.
I want you back in my life.
I want to live my life with you.
I have lost you once.
I don't want to lose you again.
I.. I've just stopped living.
I have to live.
I have no idea.
You.. you tell me what to do.
I can't..
I can't live without Ayush.
I can't live without you either.
I know that damn it! Double lives.
But what the hell should I be doing?
You tell me, listen, please.
I know I can't lead two lives at the same time.
But what can I do? What should I do?
Listen, can I.. can I just come over?
Please.. I can..
Please don't disconnect! Please.
What happened?
I'm... very tired, Anu.
Is everything all right?
Bad day at office?
I think we need to take decisions
that can drain you
badly.
Don't worry.
I am with you.
Sister!
I think his diaper needs changing!
I can't believe this.
Please don't ring the bell.
"Morning has shown me the day."
"The sun shines as I make hay."
"Look, I'm growing up, mommy."
"Toys galore and life so yummy."
"Happy birthday to you."
"Happy birthday, happy birthday"
"happy birthday to you."
I, Joydeb Guha, hereby proclaim
that I dedicate my son to the service of the nation
and the IPS.
May he become one.
"Tiny joys and tiny toils of life."
"Reds, blues and yellow stripes."
"What if the colors fade?"
"How long would I play dead?"
"Hey, hey."
"Hands up, says my silly twang."
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang."
"Hands up, says my silly twang."
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang."
Fire, fire.
Dad.
Good morning!
Dad, I want to go potty!
Dad.
Baby, I will take another five minutes.
No..
Can you hold on for some time? - No..
Dad, please come out.
Anu!
Please come out, dad, please.
Anu!
Anamika! - Tell me, what happened?
Ayush needs to go potty.
Ask Maloti to take him to the other bathroom.
I badly need to go potty. - What's there to cry?
Can't you hold it for a while?
Maloti didn't come even today.
Maloti has not come for four days in the last two weeks!
This is too much. I'm thinking of sacking her.
Absolutely! Show her the door!
Dad. - Yes.
Today two big pieces and one small one.
What?
Potty.
Your son, after all.
This is the favorite topic of all Bengalis.
He'll soon start talking
of acidity, reflux and other digestion issues.
Then you can have a man to man conversation with him.
No school today?
Nope, today is the school foundation day.
So it's a holiday. He'll chew my brains all day.
Yes, Deepak, do you know what Ayush has been up to?
I don't want to eat anymore. - You have to.
When? - Have it.
Ayush.
Listen to me, get there with the force.
Ask Ghosh to be on standby.
I will meet you at Gachtala Crossing.
I am leaving right now.
Baby, I am leaving.
I will go and say, 'Hands up'.
Have fun. - In a hurry?
Won't you finish your breakfast? - Later, Anu.
You take care.
You know
this one is truly shocking. - What is it?
Murder of a student on the day of college elections.
And that too.. - Eat this.
...inside the college premises.
What is this world coming to?
Down with the authorities!
Down with the tyrant's rule!
Down with it! Down with it!
Answer us! Right now! - Hey!
Down with the.. - Hey, don't spare him!
Sir! - What's the status?
The main gate is closed from inside.
Watch out, sir!
Hey! Get him!
Nobody will open fire! Control room!
Contact the control room immediately.
Deepak! Move away!
Don't! Go charge in that direction. Go!
Deepak, my..
Sontu! - Yes, sir.
Is my revolver in the car? - No, sir.
Sir, the control room.
I need reinforcements, right now!
We have to force our way into the college premises.
We are not being allowed to enter.
Are you following me?
I need backup with water cannons!
Tear gas not enough.
I need water cannons, copy?
Look under the seat!
It's not there, sir.
Sir, is it at home?
Anamika is not answering her phone.
She might've stepped out.
Why won't she answer her phone?
Have you tried the landline?
Deepak. - Yes.
I can't think straight. I'll have to go back.
Sir, I'll come with you. - You stay here.
Sir, Ghosh is here with reinforcements.
Take me home. - I'll come with you.
I never make this kind of a mistake.
I was in such a hurry today.
How could I leave it at home?
Sir, why are you getting so worked up?
It's at home after all. - It is loaded, Deepak!
The darn revolver is loaded.
"Love or quail."
"Run or fail."
"Head or tail."
"Soon will prevail."
"A demure soul."
"A tale untold."
"A piece of peace."
"Extant on hold."
"A sigh of bliss."
"A hideous pang."
"Stole the gun"
"and bang bang."
Anu?
Anu!
Ayush!
Crap!
It's.. it's not there.
Ayush?
Oh my!
Sir! Sir!
She's fine.
She's fine?
She's fine..
She's fine!
She's..
Fine..
Sir.
Ayush is fine.
Hello? - It's done.
What?
It's gone exactly as we had planned.
Don't tell me.
Ayush?
Yes.
Unbelievable, isn't it?
That means we will be.. - Together now!
And Ayush will be with us.
I love you.
Love you.
Remember, I told you?
I can't live without you.
I have a performance now.
I'll call you later.
Anu!
Anu..
Anu!