Why did you go to Ramdhani's place early in the morning?
-To get milk. -Oh.
Hurry up.
-What's wrong with you now? -Nothing. I am limping.
-Brother. -Bhushan.
Brother.
What is it? Why are you yelling?
-Brother, did you hear the news? -What news?
Prahlad won't contest the upcoming council elections.
Brother, the iron is red hot. Hit it.
Yes. The chief's position is the weakest in years.
'Panchayat'
Come on. Come.
Come.
How dare the rascal Bhushan do this?
Will he call for the council's meeting now?
Chief, we can't refuse him.
Why can't we? Who is he, after all?
Is he the Council Chief? Is he the Deputy Chief?
Is he a member of a ward? What right will he conduct the meeting?
What reason should I give him then?
When he says that arrangements can be made to lay roads,
-should I tell him we don't need roads? -No, we don't.
Tell him we don't.
What arrangement has he made?
I have no clue what he did.
Okay. Call for a meeting.
Hey. This is not done. How can we call for a meeting?
With what right is he convening this meeting?
Till now, you did whatever you wanted to, didn't you?
I didn't utter a word.
Now, listen to what I say
and do just that.
We have already been accused of dividing the village.
Now, Prahlad won't contest the election.
So, let's bow our heads and do the work.
If Bhushan has actually made an arrangement to build a road,
let's listen to him.
I know it is hard for us to do this but we must.
Then we should do the work.
You see. We are left with no choice.
The bugger makes us wait as if he is some VIP.
Prahlad.
Won't you contest the next election?
No, I won't.
-Hello, Chief. -Hello.
Hello.
Chief, get some chairs for them.
Chairs?
Vikas, get some from inside.
Mr. Assistant. Let it be. I am good.
In case I want a seat,
I'll contest the election and win it.
-Explosive line. -Please give her a round of applause.
That's okay. It's all big talk.
How will the road be built?
-I have an idea. -What is it?
Let's call a truce with the legislator.
Why is the chief giggling?
You want us to call a truce with the legislator
and get a road built. Is this your plan?
No matter how much we plead with him, he won't lay a road in Phulera.
Sir, your pleading with him did not work
-because you don't know how to. -Bhushan.
We talked to the legislator
and he is worried about the controversy that happened in the village.
He wants things to get back to normal.
For that, he will lay the road.
If the legislator is ready to forget the past,
-why can't we? -Correct.
-That's right. -Talk to him.
-Absolutely. -The village...
Nothing can be better than this.
One minute.
Call the legislator here.
I am ready to call a truce.
-Absolutely. -Correct.
-Absolutely. -Perfect.
We shall resolve the issue among ourselves.
The legislator will be happy.
Mr. Secretary, ensure a grand welcome for the legislator.
Mr. Secretary, the legislator wants to
release pigeons to mark this event.
No. White pigeons.
White pigeons. Never mind. That will be done.
Where will I find white pigeons?
We'll have a word.
Chief.
I am saying it again. I'll pay for laying the road.
I am saying it again.
Don't say that again. Okay?
Let's pay him.
Ma'am is right.
The MLA wants to call a truce. So, let him do it.
How does one call a truce?
Well, when the MLA arrives,
we'll get him to put a garland on Rahul's statue.
-Meals? -The lunch will be done thereafter.
-At the office? -No, at the chief's house.
Why? Why at my place?
At the office, it may appear fake. That won't look good.
Your house will be perfect.
What will we do after lunch?
After that, we will have a final meeting at the office.
The MLA and ward members will talk about laying the road.
Okay.
He also wants to release pigeons.
That's right. We have to release pigeons.
I am not joking.
It is his demand. We have to do it.
We'll have to arrange for it. White pigeons. Bloody.
Release pigeons. Why pigeons? Release elephants.
You are enjoying it.
Such a crazy guy the MLA is.
Flying pigeons at a truce.
That's crazy.
Let's paint regular pigeons white and give them to him, to release.
-As if he is some prince. -Correct.
Such stupid things he wants to do.
'Truce day'
-Rinky. -Yes. Coming.
The MLA doesn't like bottle gourd.
Get jackfruit.
We don't have it.
Borrow it from someone.
Where will I go in this hot sun?
Why don't you just cook the bottle gourd?
It will taste great with fried bread.
You should remain quiet. Vikas might be having it. Ask him.
I won't go there. His wife bores me to death.
You have no work. At least learn the household chores.
Go! Now!
What are you doing?
It's jackfruit, not bottle gourd.
Pinching it hard may break your fingernails.
I was checking if it is ripe.
Why be so formal, ma'am?
No formality. This is like your house. Please sit.
Have it.
What about your marriage?
I asked casually. You need not worry.
Get married only after proper contemplation.
Shall I tell you something?
Please don't mind. If you get married while your dad is still the chief,
it will be better.
Considering the political games happening in the village,
I don't think your father can win the next election.
Also, I keep telling him
to not get into politics.
What will we do if Bhushan wins the election?
Tell me. Where will the poor like us go?
Mom asked to get this for the MLA.
We, too, are going to arrange for pigeons for the MLA.
Okay.
We wanted white ones.
-Don't you have white pigeons? -We'll take whatever we get.
That one looks good.
Bahadur, how much will that cost?
-1000 rupees. -What?
For what?
Don't fleece us. We are not outsiders.
Mr. Secretary, 1000 rupees is a meagre amount.
The pigeon will fly back to you, I know. Keep this.
-Keep it, pal. Just for a few hours. -Keep it.
You made 500 rupees instantly.
Bring this and be on time.
-That one. -Bhushan will do anything to win.
That is why we call him an idiot.
Keep frying it mildly.
-Yes, ma'am. -Carry on.
-Roll all of it. I'll be back. -Yes.
Rinky, done chopping the jackfruit?
I did as you told me to.
Oh God.
Mom.
Imagine that you lost the council elections. Then what?
Why would I? I won't lose.
-Dad, I was saying... -Yes.
I am thinking of
taking up a job.
Job?
Someone in the family should have a job. Right?
Sure. Take up a job. I am not stopping you.
Fine. Go ahead.
But what job?
I am thinking about it.
Before that, I may do an MBA.
-MBA? -Yes.
Take up some easy course, dear.
The secretary is a smart man.
He is unable to crack it. How will you?
Why can't she?
Go ahead, dear. There is no problem.
Start the preparation.
While looking for alliances, we can say
that the girl is preparing for an MBA.
Why do you have to connect every topic to marriage?
I told you many times that I don't want to get married.
Fine. Do MBA.
Yes. It is better than sitting idle.
Why are you sleeping?
It's time for the MLA to arrive.
You invited him over. Now, bear with him.
All the preparations are done.
'Village Council, Phulera'
Hasn't he come yet?
Oh.
Which car will he be in?
Here.
He is in this one.
Get back. Back.
Hello.
This is Chitra. My daughter.
She was keen to meet you people.
How are you, Bhushan?
Welcome, MLA sir.
She is my wife. Kranti Devi.
Hello.
-The chief and his wife, Manju Devi. You know them. -Yes.
Manju Devi is famous here. Please come.
Hey.
Greetings.
We take immense pride in Rahul.
We take immense pride in you as well.
Especially for the decision you have taken
to not contest the council election.
This has elevated you all the more higher.
History will remember you.
I was eager to meet you.
Grant us wisdom, God.
-Martyr Rahul Pandey! -Shall live forever!
Enough.
-MLA sir. -Yes.
Thank you for gracing our village with your presence.
-Hail the legislator! -All hail!
Pour it, dear.
Watering the jackfruit tree brings good karma. Pour more.
Come back after two years and see its growth.
Hey, why did you get such a big plant?
Couldn't you get a small one?
The legislator said he wishes to water a plant.
So, I got this. Let him do it.
-Shall we? -MLA sir.
Let's have lunch. We have made your favourite. Jackfruit.
Please don't refuse. Please.
-Please. -No, I am not refusing.
All I am saying is that I will eat
but at someone else's place.
-He will eat at Vinod's place. -MLA sir!
Actually, Bhushan has already invited us.
Besides, I need to go towards the East.
I heard people there are miffed.
I can't discriminate. I treat everyone equally.
Come on. Applaud.
-Come Let's go. -Come, dear.
-Hail the legislator! -All hail!
Vinod, hurry up.
-It's here. -We are eagerly waiting.
It's here.
Well done. Take it.
MLA sir, you know,
the food was cooked at Vinod's place
but the ingredients came from my place.
Yes. But the spices and oil are from my house. I cooked it with effort.
Who peeled the garlic?
Why create such suspense?
Take off the lid. Let me see what's in it.
See for yourself.
It's mutton.
It was my lamb.
When I learnt that you like meat,
I slaughtered it.
Hey. Turn off the mobile phone. Nobody will record a video.
-No. Hey. Stop it. Stop them. -Hey!
-Stop it! -Stop it.
Who told you that he likes meat?
-What? -Take this away.
Sir has quit eating non-vegetarian food.
What happened?
Don't you understand? The MLA has said in the court that he is vegetarian.
Why won't you understand?
-Understood? -Yes.
Take it away. Now.
I'll make something else for him.
-Vinod, move it. -Hey, listen.
You already brought it here.
Since you have made it with such love...
First, remove the lid of it.
I'll have the gravy. It's okay if a piece comes along.
Is there a liver?
-I have an idea. Get a group photo clicked. -Yes.
-Sure. -While I eat.
Click a photo with me while I eat.
-Water. -Okay?
-Get him some water. -Yes.
-I wonder what else... -It's such a...
-The food has been prepared. -Yes, I know.
Let it be.
-Listen. The security guards. -Yes.
-Offer them refreshments. -Sure.
-Hello. -Hello.
Welcome. Please come.
Chuttan.
MLA sir is the senior-most person here.
So, let him sit on the grand chair.
How is he senior? He is an ex-MLA.
Does an ex-MLA have less haemoglobin?
-I don't know. -You are not the council chief.
Who told you that I am not the chief?
In that case, what am I doing here? Let me go.
-Fine. Leave. -What are you saying?
-Please maintain calm. -He's instigating me.
-I am not creating unrest. -Listen to me.
-I am not creating unrest. -Mr. Legislator. Please come here.
Never mind. You may sit on the grand chair.
Come. Here. Make space.
-That one. Single seat. -Which one?
-Please sit. -Wait, ma'am.
-What happened? -What are you doing?
Sit on this.
-Very good. Keep it there. -Sit on this.
-Please sit. -Thank you.
-Respecting a woman is respecting a nation. -Thank you.
Okay?
What happened? Any problem?
Chuttan, check if you can do something.
You need to get inside.
-We can keep a cushion. -Please get up.
-Enough, my legs are hanging. -This is fine. It's good.
Stand right there. You can help when required.
-Okay? Are you happy now? -It's amazing.
-Shall we start? Okay. -Let's start from the beginning.
I thank Mr. Legislator for coming to our village.
If you really want to thank someone,
please thank Mr. Bhushan, Ms. Kranti Devi,
Mohan and Mr. Mahadev.
-My name is Vinod. -I am Madhav.
It's one and the same.
These people are the ones who arranged for this truce.
I express my gratitude to them.
These people displayed maturity for which, I believe
they should be given a post in this office.
Well, I will win the by-election.
After that, either I or my wife shall be the legislator.
No matter who becomes the legislator,
the first task that we undertake
will be the laying of Phulera's road.
Today, I can't tell you
how happy I feel to come to Phulera.
It feels like a burden has been taken off my chest.
Completely.
Mr. Bhushan, the arrangement was excellent.
You take care of the minutest of things. Wow.
-Where's the pigeon? -Hey, Bam Bahadur.
Get it here.
-Give it to me. Hey. -Here you go.
-It's a crow! -No, it's a pigeon.
You got a crow.
I had asked for a white pigeon.
We had asked for a white pigeon, MLA sir.
Then?
These people can't do anything properly.
MLA sir, it is a pigeon, after all.
-How does colour matter? -It does.
-A white pigeon... -Never mind. Sir, please.
Ma'am, anyone can join him.
Hey. Stop.
I want the actual representative of Phulera's people
to join me in releasing the pigeon.
Mr. Bhushan. please come.
Please come.
Calm down. Why hold my left hand? Come to my right.
Why the shoulder... Calm down.
Why hold my shoulder? Hold my right hand.
Hey. Look at this. What are you doing?
You are bumping into me.
Please maintain distance. You need to learn this.
Phulera's joys and sorrows... I am sorry.
Phulera's joy and prosperity... Calm down.
For Phulera's peace, happiness and prosperity.
Go, pigeon. Go!
-Go, pigeon. Go! -Go, pigeon. Go!
-Hey. -What have you done?
-It's dead. -Is it dead?
What have you done?
-In such heat, it died. -Another death of a creature.
It's a different pigeon. It flew away really well.
Get up!
-It flew at a good speed. -It's a sin.
The one who released it will have to pay for this sin.
He is a rascal.
I don't understand.
Murderer.
The case against you was right.
You must have killed the dog and eaten it.
-Chuttan. -Hey! Pigeon trader!
I'll beat you to the ground.
If you speak much, then...
Then? Then what?
Chuttan, let go of his collar.
Didn't you hear him? Let go of his collar!
The MLA will walk free.
You may not get out of Phulera alive. Let go of his collar!
Dear, it's time for me to take my medicines.
Are they in the car?
-The pigeon did fly. -Security, follow me.
Look at this man. Despicable!
-He is so shameless. -What a disgrace.
Come on.
He'll never mend his ways.
The MLA has blood pressure issues.
Perhaps, that is why he held the pigeon tightly.
At least now you should shut up. This MLA is arrogant.
He doesn't respect anyone.
-Mr. Bhushan, the secretary is right. -He is right.
Didn't you see that his aide grabbed the collar of our village man?
-The rascal won't understand. -Bhushan, you can't be the chief.
-It doesn't work like that. -The truce is done for!
Go home now. The drama is over.
-Let's go now. -Come on.
This was the truce meeting in Phulera.
Where is Bam Bahadur's house?
-In the East or West? East? -In the East.
That's good. or West? East? -In the East.