'Dear Vaishali.'
'I hope you're doing well.'
'I tried many times to meet you but, couldn't happen.'
'I don't understand how to tell you'
'that the problem I had has now been solved.'
'I have done the research and treated myself through it.'
'But yes, it did take me some time to do it.'
'But the day I was convinced that I was fully recovered...'
'you were gone.'
'I hope that you will get this letter.'
'And you will return to Agra soon.'
'We haven't even begun yet, Vaishali.'
'We still have a lot to do.'
'I will always wait for you.'
'Your Vishesh.'
What happened, doctor?
Doctor?
Let's go.
Is everything okay, doctor?
So many women?
Do you understand now... And all of them want the same thing from Babaji.
Are you now understanding my problem?
Hello, Babaji.
Welcome.
Queues upon queues of devotees come to meet me every day for some gain.
But if there is one person whom this Firangi is craving to meet...
That is you, Doctor Vishesh. Only you.
Akhil, I didn't tell you but the medicines sent by him
along with a week's abstinence has drastically improved my health.
Total improvement!
Really, Babaji?
Then we called the doctor unnecessarily.
Akhil.
I mean thank you so much for coming.
But now delay is meaningless, Babaji.
Life is fleeting.
Fleeting.
Yeah, same thing.
Let's start the private meetings.
Special meeting with Babaji.
We can still achieve all our targets.
This' is the reason why I hid this from you.
I am the doctors patient.
I will not take a single step without his permission.
Doctor, give him your permission.
Doctor Vishesh?
You left this at the station the other day.
I will have to do your check-up.
Of course.
What is Babaji saying?
Will we get a chance for private meetings?
There is no official statement.
But...
We have found through secret sources
that something good is about to happen.
I didn't say anything. I didn't say anything.
Okay?
Any problem?
-We need to be more patient. -What?
It will take some more time for Firangi to get well.
Those women will break the door and come inside, Babaji.
They will break the saray walls.
And your image? Our business targets?
But everything was fine.
Babaji is healthy. Then why do you need more time?
Usually, in such cases, we get to see false improvement.
False improvement?
It's very dangerous.
I suspected this. And it was confirmed during the check-up.
Would you like to see?
No, no.
But isn't it possible for him to meet them even a little bit?
It's possible.
Really?
But by doing that he may lose his manhood completely.
No. Never.
Our entire roadmap will be destroyed, Babaji.
What will we tell the managing trust?
We are already falling behind on this quarter's projected target.
If this continues,
the Baba at the Chowk will lure all our clients away.
We can't afford anymore backlog now.
Look, doctor.
There could be a chance of permanent damage.
What's the percentage?
83.58%.
Let me check.
Is Firangi just a number for you, Akhil?
Will this calculator make a decision for me now.
In the greed of business don't forget that
I am just a human being like you.
My body is the same as yours.
What do you want?
Do you want that I should ignore Doctor Vishesh's advice...
Be reckless... and lose my manhood permanently?
Is this what you want?
Fine. I am ready to give this sacrifice for your peace of mind.
-Fine? Come on. -No. No.
No, Doctor Vishesh.
No, no.
We can't take that chance.
But what do I tell these ladies?
They will kill me.
Patience!
Control!
Increase your appetite. The food will seem tastier.
It's written in the books.
And everybody says it.
Tell them. "Go now and come back on the full moon night."
Special moment for a special meeting.
The more the craving, the deeper the satisfaction.
-Full moon. -Night.
-Deeper satisfaction. -Leave now.
-Full moon. -Come on the full moon night.
The more the craving, the deeper the satisfaction. Now leave.
Special meeting.
Full moon.
I don't have words to thank you.
Please, Babaji!
No.
Something terrible would have happened.
You saved me.
Yes. It would have been terrible, Babaji.
We got saved.
Look. She's leaving.
Looks like Baba is fulfilling the goal of national integration through ladies.
Don't say anything foul about Babaji.
He is a great divine personality.
Don't I know? Mister, my shop has been here since
the time your Baba was a nobody.
-Is it? -He lived like a gypsy.
He used to keep roaming here and there like a spirit.
One day, he caught the eye of one of the people from the committee.
Since then they have been squeezing the society together.
Making the residents of Jhansi aware of the women power,
Suman Tyagi of Bundel Vikas Vahini has started a cleanliness drive in the city.
Greetings. Every corner of Jhansi is a holy place for me.
'And this cleanliness drive that we are organising here'
'is a beginning to return its lost glory and greatness and shine to Jhansi.'
'Since 1857, a lot of the streets,'
'localities and areas here have been dirty...'
Now women will have to hit the road.
Because men are too busy doing make-up and staring at their own pictures.
Why not just wear bangles as well?
Bastard. This Suman Tyagi is...
-Cheap and fake. -Hey, Pappu.
Control your tongue.
Why Pappu?
One doesn't become a grass-root leader by merely speaking the grass-root language.
Only if you do something new you will be telecasted on TV.
Forget these newspapers.
What is visible on the TV is what sells nowadays.
Uncle, everyone enjoys staring at women.
But no one will vote for a woman.
-Is that so? -Yes.
So Indira Gandhi must have gone to the parliament to chop onions.
You, fool, you will keep sitting here and talking like this.
And there Suman Tyagi will snatch your throne away from under your ass.
Isn't this grass-root language now?
-Is that so? -Listen to something else too.
One woman doesn't go to vote for another woman. Do you understand?
Damn fool.
Do you want to see it? Hey.
Who will you vote for?
-Whoever you tell me to vote for. -Do you see?
This is a woman.
No matter how much noise she makes,
in the end, she has to come under a man, right?
You became an MLA despite such disgusting thoughts?
If you hadn't been born in this household
you wouldn't have even got a job for five hundred rupees.
MLA Sir, people from the Puja committee have come to invite you as chief guest.
You think you're an expert on women, don't you?
How many women have come into your life?
You couldn't even get married.
All you're capable of is lying down and blabbering nonsense.
Where are you running away? Wait for my answer.
Move ahead.
-I have brought him. See the time. -Thank you, Uncle.
Give me your blessings, MLA Sir.
Greetings, sir.
Please come, sir.
Move back.
-Come. -Move aside.
-Just move a little. -Move.
What if we get married?
Give her a hand.
-Let's go. -Let's go.
-Come. -Move.
Please, sit.
Come.
Thank you very much.
Thank you, MLA Sir for giving us your precious time.
The first program of today
will be a dance program for you by our little girls.
Shikha.
Thank you.
Won't someone sing for us today?
The next program is the puppet's game.
This Dharmendar, Jeetender...
-Devendar. Devendar. -Alright.
Hey, put it down. Sir, come.
Let's go, Sir.
Putul, I don't feel like it,
But I must go. Him too.
What happened?
-Nothing. -Then let's go.
MLA Sir, may I ask you for something personal?
Can he stay back?
-Him? -Yes.
Okay.
Mr. Devendar now tell me, what should I do?
There's nothing like that, MLA Sir. I am coming.
Well, she has used the word 'personal' now, hasn't she?
So I won't be able to refuse.
Okay, I have one request.
-Yes. -If you don't mind then.
Please tell me.
Can he just drop me to my car?
Yes, absolutely. Thank you so much, MLA sir.
-We'll meet soon. -Absolutely.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Let's go. -Let's go.
You go.
Is she your sister?
No. How can she be my sister?
Why can't she be?
No, I mean...
She is like my... distant sister-in-law.
Tomorrow you have to go very far too.
Kota. With an important package.
Will you get permission?
MLA Sir.
Mr. Satindar.
Thank you, doctor.
Yes, doctor.
Singhada, last week I had told you to retrieve the number of a girl.
Did you even try?
Chandru, I asked you to take out a number from the register. Did you do it?
-When did you ask me? -What?
I told you the same day when Sir asked me. Have you lost your mind?
Look at your age.
You lie like a kid.
I won't ask you to do anything from now on.
Here. Give me the register, Chandru.
I made a mistake, Sir. Sorry.
What the hell, you asshole?
I got you this job and you are trying to sabotage me?
Why didn't you support me?
But which girl?
That beautiful one.
Like a heroine. That ma'am who wears trousers and shirt.
She has been coming for a few months, hasn't she?
Yes...
So why is the doctor asking for her number?
What do you mean? What do you mean by that?
-Are you doubting the doctor? -No.
And, you?
Don't put the filth of your brain in mine.
You should be ashamed.
Take out the number quietly.
5 out of 10 to the one wearing white.
6.5 to the one wearing pink.
When will we get any girl whether in pink, green or white? Any girl will do.
How long will we keep doing this ourselves?
Don't overdo all this.
Otherwise, if your semen finishes then you will become impotent.
Stop it. It doesn't work like that.
As if you know everything.
The doctor has explained everything to me. Okay?
I will go to a nurse. To understand things.
She will inject you from behind.
I will also inject, from the front.
Today is the limit.
We are sitting for dinner and this guy is absent.
This entire generation
No dedication in them, no values.
Don't talk like your father.
Pass me the curry.
Here, enjoy yourself.
Shameless. Useless. Get up, I say!
I know you are awake. Get up.
What's this? What's this?
-What happened? -What's this!
-See -Look what he has brought into our home.
On top of it, he is pretending to be asleep.
-I am your father, you wretch! -What are you doing?
Mom will wake up. Come on, come out. Come from here.
Let's go.
Bastard! Where did you get this book from?
Who is filling this filth in your brain? Tell me!
You are the one who took me.
-What? -To that doctor.
He told me to help myself.
Oh God! What is happening?
Why did you take me then?
-Tell me. -Shut up.
-Shut up! -Alright.
It's done. come on. Let's go out.
Come out right now. Come on.
Come.
Look, this is our offspring.
Our blood.
Alright.
First you calm down a bit. Sit.
I had to see this day today.
I can't believe it.
Tell me something.
Didn't you do all this when you were young?
Dad taught me to look at women only with respect.
And look, how he looks at women.
Alright. Fine.
Let it go now. Leave it.
Calm down.
My own son, Alka.
I have lost, Alka.
Where did we go wrong Alka?
Where did we lack?
Go to sleep.
Damn it.
Those Tarang Tobacco guys have pulled down all their ads from our newspaper...
Even shut their account.
You enjoy it a lot, don't you?
You must be waiting...
So that you can throw some bad news at me first thing in the morning.
Sir.
I spit on that Tobacco money.
Yes, go ahead and spit.
But half of our work was happening because of that money.
Munshiji.
You don't know English otherwise, I would have said
"When the going gets tough,
the tough get going."
Tobacco.
The flight of heights.
The shop of cancer.
You said it, Sir.
True.
Who are those people
who mess with other's bodies?
Who trade in private parts?
-Sir... pimps? -Much worse.
They call themselves doctors. Doctors.
-Doctors, Sir? -Yes.
In the guise of being a doctor
They play with people's penises and breasts.
They coarse innocent people into making public
Mockery of their privacy. Stripping them of their dignity and honor.
Things that in today's age, a wife hardly shows to her husband.
Have to be given in a stranger's hand.
That monster misuses it.
And this innocent patient has to remain quiet.
Because of shame.
There are many preys of this monster in our society Manoj.
And anyone can fall prey to this. Anyone.
Even your sister.
My sister?
Think, Manoj.
Your sister and that doctor.
How will you feel? Will you feel happy?
Then what should we do? We, who are the press, Manoj.
The eyes of the society.
-The guiding light of society. -Guide.
Society looks at us with hope.
Should we stay quiet
and let that terrible monster's hands touch your sister's body?
Sir, I don't have a sister.
Get the point, Manoj! Get the point!
The point is important not your sister!
Sorry, Sir.
The point is important.
These doctors give wrong advice to people.
They trap them. They take away their money,
their privacy, their purity, everything from them!
Who knows how many families have been
destroyed because of these sex doctors, Manoj?
Really, Sir?
There is one right here in Madhopur.
Doctor Arora or someone.
Doctor Arora.
He runs a clinic in the middle of the market in front of everyone's eyes.
But no one can say anything.
Because of embarrassment.
Everyone tolerates quietly because they are embarrassed.
-Then should we stay quiet too? -No, Sir.
-Should we keep watching all this quietly? -No, Sir.
Should we let this disease spread in our city?
No, Sir.
-Should we keep sitting like this? -No, Sir.
Or should we pull this disease by it's root and throw it out?
And expose that... that sexologist.
Second one. Second option, Sir.
Then find out Manoj. Find out.
And remember. You are not a reporter.
Sir but I am...
You are a detective.
Who reports.
Yes... yes, Sir.
-Investigate. -Yes.
And then write something without mentioning that doctor's name
that people should come to know immediately who you are talking about.
Who you are exposing.
The trap of fake sexologists.
Good. Think more.
A monster in the guise of a doctor.
We need to uproot
this disease which is spreading in the society.
The time has come, Manoj.
The doctor is taking very long today.
He is brushing his hair inside.
Yes.
And he's changed into a new shirt.
New shirt?
Yes.
So?
What do you mean?
That the other day you took out that girl's number and gave it to the doctor,
And now the doctor is getting ready,
and you are connecting these two things in your head?
-You, guys leave. -Okay.
I will catch the bus myself tonight.
Okay, Sir.
We'll meet in the morning at Sawai Madhopur.
Your mind is full of shit. Let's go.
'We haven't even begun yet, Vaishali.'
'We still have a lot to do yet.'
'I will always wait for you.'
'Your Vishesh.'
Let's go.
Hey, wait.
I forgot to get money.
I will take it from him.
Wait for me. I am coming in a minute.
Suman, take care of your scarf.
And on top of that, our JP Sir was born there too.
No, no, no, no. JP Sir wasn't born there.
-JP... -Greetings, Brother.
-Okay, listen. I want to... -Vaishali, meet him.
He is Prem Saxena. He is an MR.
Nowadays he is on a tour of Morena.
Greetings.
This is Vaishali.
What happened? Did you need something?
Actually, I needed money to offer at the worship altar.
I'll give you the money.
Take this.
So what? It's for a holy cause.
Maybe I'll also benefit from it.
Okay, take it. I will return it to him.
We can settle this later. I am not going anywhere.
I will take it back with interest.
What I was saying is...
JP Sir was born in the village Sitab Diara,
district Chhapra.
-Okay. -He was not born in Patna.
He went to study in Patna.
I did not know that.
After completing studies in Patna
he went to University of Berkeley in US