What’s the update on Jyoti Textile’s order?
Their phone rings, but they don’t answer.
All right, I'll give you Mr Aggarwal's direct number. - Okay
All right.
But, Jyoti Textiles’ order has never been late in 20 years.
Has Shanti taken an off today?
No, I just thought I’d bring in lunch...
Did you call up Ashok yet?
I did. He didn’t answer.
Look my child, marriage is full of ups and downs.
Kamla can explain this concept better but,
Everyone’s reputation gets affected too, right?
Greetings big brother!
Thanks to your blessing, it's the 10th anniversary of my shop today.
Here, have some sweets.
Congratulations, Uncle.
Thanks, dear.
Congratulations sir!
Yes, you can also have some sweets.
You can have some later.
Leave the box here.
You seem to be in a hurry. - Hello?
You idiot, mauve doesn't mean purple.
After all, it's Jyoti Textiles’ order!
I don't want any mistakes. Got it?
I'm warning you.
You got it? Mauve means mauve.
And one more thing, put a delicate ribbon on it as well.
And don't take too long!
Calm down, Papa. - No mistakes!
Hey you! - Yes?
Are you talking about Jyoti Textiles of Faridabad?
Yes, brother.
With your blessings, I was able to get such a big order...
Is this a sick joke, Kamal?
Jyoti Textiles is my customer!
Why worry, brother? The order is in a way within the family itself.
Such things are part of business. - No!
Stealing customers from your elder brother is not business!
It’s theft! - Papa!
I helped you establish your business.
I even financed your business. - Let go of me!
And in return you fool me? Get lost! - Bauji!
Don't you dare show me your face. - Bauji, bauji!
Don't you ever dare to even turn up at my funeral!
You are acting crazy!
I’ll show you crazy!
Enough! I know your entire family is mentally ill.
And all of you take pills from the ‘mental doctor’.
We need to stop with this therapy nonsense before it becomes news.
Even in the PR business, once an image is compromised, it's all over.
After all, this is a matter of our family’s reputation.
Right, Raje?-- Hmm
But, if the school expels Daani,
It’ll become more scandalous.
I think we should stick to therapy for now.
Ending it abruptly would be risky.
Yes. - Okay then, hear this everyone…
We will just keep nodding to everything that the therapist says.
She will think that we understand. And that we are cured.
This way Daani stays in school,
And our reputation will also be safe.
In our last session, all of you spoke openly.
Which is good.
Now we proceed, a step further.
As far as I can understand,
You all seem quite upset with each other.
Which often comes out in hurtful ways and…
Becomes the reason for your conflicts.
Wow! What a beautiful thought...
We tend to hate the very people
Whom we love the most.
Wow. That’s deep.
Very deep.
Neeti, tell me one thing
That you don't like about Vishnu.
Okayy…
Hmm!
I don't like it when Vishnu doesn't spend enough time with me–
With his family.
Me? I don't spend enough time?
Vishnu.
Don't react.
Listen, before you take it to your ego.
Neeti's complaint is coming from her internal hurt.
She loves you. She misses you.
Now Respond to her. Keeping all of it in mind.
And remember,
Respond instead of react.
I'm sorry I hurt you.
I didn't mean to.
I’ll try to spend some time...
Some more time.
Very good.
Wow! Such sweet words.
Even sweeter days.
Megha, my child, you are quite wise for your age.
Yes! Thanks to Megha, our family’s love has grown.
Yes, that’s true.
Really true!
Now all of us will truly start ‘recording’.
Responding.
Yeah it’s the same.
Do you still get violent thoughts Daani?
No, sir.
I don't even use a compass anymore.
And I also make sure to apologise to Chintan everyday.
Great. What about that ‘stomach ache’?
None, sir.
Hmm!
Okay Daani. Also a competition is coming up.
The Father-Daughter Dance Competition.
Would you like to participate?
A dance competition? - Yeah!
Once you get on that stage,
It can starkly boost your confidence.
My father can't dance, sir.
Maybe you can teach him.
But sir, my mid-terms exams...
I understand.
If you face any problems, you come and talk to me, right? - Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Hey! Daani Karkaria, come sit.
Hello. - Hi!
Hi Tanya! - Hi!
You’re so rad!
Chintan is a total monster.
I don't like him.
I don't like him either.
But, I really like you.
Thank you.
So, how's the dance-prep going?
I’m not participating.
What? Bullshit girl! DK! Come on!
It's okay if she doesn't want to.
No no, I want to. I mean… I will.
D-K...
The thing is auntie, people rarely see your family going out together.
And where do people think we go?
To the doctor for the ‘crazy’?
Hold on, let me get you some water.
Who told you this?
Mrs. Gupta’s brother-in-law.
He stays right beside the place you go to.
But, did I ever mention to you
that Mrs.Gupta’s grandson is a test tube baby?
What's it called again? IAS…or whatever!
What are you saying, auntie, really?
Look! The wedding photos are up.
Show me. - See.
You’re looking pretty in these, auntie.
But, why isn’t Neeti smiling?
Do you know why she is so irritated?
Because her wedding bangles were gifted to Roshni.
She’s been frustrated ever since.
And she’s going to wreak havoc any day now.
I know.
So the doctor sits in front of us and then she asks all these questions.
Like a proper shrink.
Hmm!
You’ve got guts, my friend.
Taking therapy for your kid, along with your in-laws!?
If I were in your shoes, I would’ve run away the very first day.
I...
I bought this for the kids' room.
Nice.
What is that?
It's called the Japanese art of ‘kintsugi’.
Daani is lucky.
Unlike the rest of us.
Everybody misses the thoughtful ‘editor’ at Turn Pages.
I miss you all too.
Listen, I need a favour from you.
There is a special manuscript.
And my long-overdue family vacation is right in the middle of it.
The manuscript needs editing.
So if you could just...
I'm sorry, buddy.
A lot is going on right now.
And I need to figure out the kids' tuition.
Daksh broke a tooth yesterday!
That was another saga altogether.
And,
The new house situation is a mess of its own…
Dessert? - Yeah!
Some tart?
“The purple one is on the upper rack.”
“I see an orange saree.”
“No way! The purple one is right under it.”
“You can't do a thing right.”
“I need to come and do it myself!”
“If I have to do everything on my own, then what's the point in having you?”
“I don't see it. What should I do?”
“Go and take care of Daksh's meal.”
'Yes, I will.'
I'm home.
Hey kiddo. –Papa!
Can I have some too? - Shut up!
Papa! There’s a dance competition.
Very good.
Look sweety, dance is for expressing, but a competition is for winning.
You tell your mom to prepare you for the win.
But papa, it's a father-daughter dance competition.
A father-daughter competition?
Yes papa. Everyone is taking part.
Okay, if you want to, we'll do it too.
And we’ll win it.
We'll be the best in all of fifth grade.
Papa, I'm in the sixth grade.
Of course you are.
All right then, get to work. Work hard.
That’s my star princess. Off to bed now.
Good night, papa. - Good night.
Why is the onus of keeping Daani happy only on me?
Why can't you chip in?
It's a father-daughter competition. To create a bond.
I already have a bond with my daughter.
Then show it.
School counsellor Zakir has never even seen you in a single meeting.
Even when there was a meeting with Chintan's parents,
You weren't there.
And the expensive school fee?
Who pays for that?
So what? Is that a favour you’re pulling?
You don't even know which grade your daughter studies in.
There used to be your grandfather’s portrait up there, right?
Yes, there used to be. - Right.
But this one depicts the new company philosophy.
Jyoti, really has a sharp eye for metaphors.
Wha... Oh yes, of course!
She used to keep doodling around in the office as a kid.
It's been 20 years!
For 20 years, your father has been
Ordering sweets from us, on every festival.
Dad has shifted to Vrindavan. Spirituality, you see.
I do business now.
And we don't want to give our order to Pooja Sweets anymore.
But, why dear? We've had a 20 year long relationship.
You can't just cut us off.
If there’s a quality issue, you can definitely let me know.
Okay listen, it's my order.
And I can change my vendor.
Okay…Somnath?
Hi!
I’m Pooja from Pooja Sweets.
Jyoti. - From Jyoti Textiles P-V-T…L-T-D.
Traffic…
Hmm!
Honestly, this just doesn't speak to me.
Does it speak to you?
I mean, it has no character.
Boring.
Jyoti, leave the packaging to me.
Hmm. Yudi?
Yeah.
This comes at the same price as yours.
You tell me, what would you choose?
What is this? - Macaroon.
The gulab jamun has no sweetness.
They’re obviously sugar-free.
The cashews are brown!
They’re chocolate, papa.
The savoury stuff is sweet and
The sweet stuff is all bland.
This– - Firstly, Somnath...
The cashews are blended in dark chocolate
And it's good for your cholesterol.
Also, this year, we have changed the policy in a way that…
Everyone from top management to mill workers…
Get the same box.
And do you know what that symbolises?
Equality. - Absolutely.
#BlackLivesMatter.
Truly inspiring!
Jyoti, you should give a TED Talk.
I mean, Pooja…fine…fine…
We have matching auras.
I’ll give you a chance.
Most importantly,
Hands please, come on, hands, please!
Because we are the future…
Female entrepreneurs.
Hmm!
Thank you.
Somnath!
Listen, there is no need to make a sample box for them.
We don't want such customers.
Papa, I’ll handle everything. You won't have to bother.
Why wouldn't I? And you!
How did you get here?
You want to retain this client, right?
It’ll be done!
Pinky, don't you act smart with me.
What if I get Jyoti back?
Oh all right, let's see how you do that.
If you’re talking about response, My response is always positive.
After all, one has to keep their children happy.
That’s why I hear them out and try to understand better.
I know the times have changed.
That is why, be it Vishnu or Pooja,
My response is always positive.
Yes?-- Yes – Yes.
And Pooja,
How do you respond to family stress?
I try to convert negative feelings into positive.
Then it becomes learning, instead of stress.
See, just like I do.
Daani!
Ready? - Yes papa, I already have a song...
You don't worry about the song.
If we want to win this,
It has to be the top song of the year with the top dance moves.
Right!
Okay.
Five... Six... Seven... Eight!
One... Two... Three.
Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight.
One... Two... Three... Four.
Got it? You saw that, right?
Let's do this bit first.
Okay.
I'll start again. From the top. Follow me.
“Doctors suspect that sir did not die…”
“Of a natural heart attack…”
“His death may have been a murder!”
“The magistrate has ordered a police investigation…”
“We require consent from all family members..”
Mom, can I get a chocolate milkshake?
Five... Six... Seven... Eight!
One... Two... Three... Four Five... Six... Seven... Eight.
One... Two... Three... Four Five... Six...
Enjoy yourself, Daani. Enjoy.
Faster please. Let's do it again.
Megha, Daani is highly sensitive.
As was I… as a kid.
So, I know how important it is to deal with her patiently.
My response is always one of understanding.
I know it’s hard.
But you know, let's try.
And what if she still doesn’t get it?
Does that make you angry?
Honestly, I don't get angry at all.
I'm centred that way.
But even if I get an impulse,
I look at my child's face and forget about it.
No! No! No!…NO!
If you want to win, you have to be tough.
And I know you’re tough.
Because you’re my daughter.
All right?
Work hard, try hard, okay! - Alright?
Let's go.
Together now. Ready?
Okay, five... six... seven... eight!
One... two... three... Damn it, Daani!
Okay, what other song? - Wait.
This one.
'Gauri Khanna. Turn Pages.'
“The novel needs to shift the lens in the last few chapters…”
“To see the reluctant mother in the daughter.”
Wow, Neeti Dixit! This is brilliant.
Good that you quit the editor job.
Because, you're a writer.
And you're such a joker. – No, seriously!
And...
Hey, don't be stupid!
No! Remember?
“Every service has its value.”
Neeti… Dixit?
- Karkaria.
Oh right…
Karkaria.
Hmm... Please.
Thank you so much. - Thank you.
Really? Amazing!
Whoa!
Shanti! - Yes?
Go fetch the clothes iron from my room.
This is such a shoddy job.
I’ll get it. - I did it. What's the matter?
You did this?
The laundry guy didn't come in the morning. So I did it.
There are wrinkles all over.
It looks fine to me.
Of course, it looks fine to you. We’re always the one in the wrong.
Can't we have just a day of peace in this house?
Once you stop arguing,
We'll have peace.
When did I argue?
Don’t I know how frustrated you are…
Lost in your own world. Not speaking to anyone…
Spending more time outside the house…
What did I ever say to you?
Oh you didn't say anything, did you?
What did you say about your wedding necklace that we pawned?
"Get it back for me right now or I’ll leave."
That was my mother’s wedding gift to me.
You’re frustrated about something else
and just want to unload it all on me.
Look at that sharp tongue of yours…
As if we don't know how your mother tricked us…
She just found a rich family in Delhi–
“Rich family in Delhi?”
Right, you are so rich!
That’s why you gifted…
Your daughter-in-law's bangles to someone else!
You speak as if someone robbed you at gunpoint!
NOW I get it!
So THIS is what is bothering you.
Those were just bangles! It’s not like we committed murder!
It’s YOUR family that needs a mental doctor. Not ours!
“Tricked my innocent son…”
“Doesn't even know how to iron clothes.” “Look at the state!”
My response is…
to immediately forgive everyone.
I don’t hold grudges.
Everything is fine when there is love.
And that’s mom’s best quality.
And what about you, Neeti?
How do you respond to arguments at home?
I distract myself…
By either watching a movie.
Or going for a walk.
Or reading a good book…
Because I know I can't hurt my family.
Especially Daani.
That’s very healthy.
It's a pure bamboo basket. Completely reusable.
A bed of dried seeds on top.
Environmentally conscious.
Now let's look at the sweets.
Please.
This jalebi is made of jaggery.
To balance the sweetness, there are spiced cashews.
And at last, Jyoti, we have the Pooja Sweets special kalakand.
Made with the magic of pure khoya.
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen…”
“We are very excited to present to you…”
“This year's father- daughter…” - Let's sit here.
“Dance competition!”
Could you please move a seat? This is for V.I.P.
Look there!
Tanya Dhawan and Arun Dhawan.
'#LIVETODANCE.'
You know, Daani's attention to detail is amazing.
And only I've been able to notice it.
That's great…
Jo!
Yudi, you must try this!
Pooja, it’s great...
But the jalebi, you know…
It’s just refined flour...
And the cashews are so…sodium...
The kalakand, well...
Sweety, you know I love you…
You know it…
But, this? Sadly just doesn't cut it for me.
I'm sorry.
I mean... but…
You seemed to enjoy the jalebi and kalakand.
You were clearly liking it.
My decision is final.
Okay, Pooja?
Okay.
Now let me respond…
They’ve already paid an advance to Kamal.
And that’s why she’s saying just about anything to deflect us.
Then why did you ask us to prepare a sample?
Because she just simply ‘forgot’ about the advance payment!
And just now, her ‘gluten-free’ assistant reminded her of it.
Actually, the delivery has also arrived….
Look, dear, your father…
Didn't know any of these fancy business terms
But, he knew how to keep the workers happy.
And we never ever asked for any advance from your father…
Our relationship was one of trust.
We would deliver the sweets, distribute them…
and sit right here, in this office, together…
Over a few drinks and a chat.
And without asking for it,
the payment cheque would reach our shop the next day.
It's okay, papa. No point. Let’s go.
Bye, babe. See you.
Daanu!
Ready? You’re on next!
Papa, we can’t win this. Sorry.
What happened?
Tanya's dance is way cooler.
You’re right, maybe, we won't win…
But, that doesn't mean, we won't perform all together.
Papa, everyone will laugh at us.
“That was a wonderful performance…”
“Parents are requested to remain in their seats.”
Daanu, do you know…
How many people have laughed at your father?
When people laugh at me, I start chanting.
'Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Nam Myoho Renge Kyo'
'Nam Myoho Renge Kyo.'
And then I don't hear their laughter anymore.
But, we can't chant here.
So we will…
Put this on…
When we can’t see anyone, then how does it matter who laughs at us? Hmm?
C’mon distribute it around. Don't miss out on anyone.
Greetings. - Greetings.
“Why the long face?”
Big Brother!
Greetings!
Look.
All right…
Teji, listen to me carefully…
'#LIVE TO DANCE'
Where is Daani? - I don't know.
Bauji!
- Come fast!
What took you so long? - Quickly!
Light the stove, will you!
Wow!
Wow! Put it up.
‘Hot Jalebis! Get yours now!’
Come on! Only ten rupees!
Hot fresh jalebis! Get yours now!
Get yours right now!
From the top.
“Hey!”
“What is this?”
“Did you forget the steps?”
“Come on!”
“He's back.”
“Whoa!”
Although we lost the order, but it still feels good.
Hmm.
We are sweetmakers, my child.
It’ll always feel good to feed people sweets.
By the way, did you call up Ashok?
Papa is here!
Is it over already? - Just got done.
Everyone, now it is time for the results.
“Sit down”
We got late because of her.
“What a night!”
Amazing performances by everyone.
But we can only have one winner.
And the winner of the father daughter dance competition is…
Mr. Arun and Tanya Dhawan.
Congratulations Dhawans!
All right then, let's go.
Very well done.
Can I have the mic, please? I wish to say something.
All the performances were top-class.
All fathers came here as fathers would!
But I want to give a special mention to that one person…
Who became a child himself, for the sake of his daughter…
And that pair is…
Daani Karkaria and her father Vishnu Karkaria!
Hey!
“Whoa!”
Daani!
“Yay!”
Come on, Daanu!
“All the participants can please join us on stage.”
Hear me, hear me! My whole family is mental.
We travel in the car and visit the mental doctor together.
And the doctor cracks open our skulls!
Mentaliya, Mentaliya!
Mentaliya! Mentaliya!
I don't think we should continue with therapy.
What? - What is she saying?
For you guys, your reputation matters more to you…
Than Daani’s mental health.
And I can’t give you that certificate.
No, we are really sorry.
You’re all pretending to be better.
You have no respect. - No!
We have all the respect. Really.
I mean...
I can't help you anymore.
Okay. Let's start again.
When Daani was learning the dance steps, she didn't quit.
Every time she would start again. From the top.
Just before the performance she was so nervous.
But Daani didn't give up. So how can I give up on her?
You know.
So please, Megha.
Let's start, from the top.
Give us another chance. - Please.
Okay.
But you all will have to promise me, that when you come here,
You will only speak the truth.
Yes.