Why did you stop the bus?
Come on.
Faizal Mirza. - Come out you fraud.
Faizal Mirza.
There's the fraud. That's him.
Faizal. - Catch him.
Move. - Catch him.
Faizal, stop.
Trying to escape. - Catch him.
Stop.
Faizu.
I will not leave you. - Is this the dangerous Faizal?
This skinny man.
You can't even catch him.
Faizu, stop!
Stop!
Hey. Faizu.
I treated you like an elder brother,
but you used me and duped me.
Put my entire self-respect at stake.
Faizu, I will not spare you.
Wait, brother. - What?
Here. Take your money back. - What?
Running away.
I will deal with you, Faizu.
I will.
See, Nysa.
I told you I will get the money back.
Even if I've to give my life for it.
Now hurry up.
Brother Laffu. Brother Laffu. Brother Laffu.
Yes. - Yes, son.
What happened?
Johnson. Johnson.
What about Johnson? - What happened.
Johnson fell into a ditch.
Hurry up. - Come on.
Let's go. - How?
He didn't see and fell in a ditch.
Johnson. Johnson.
Johnson, are you alright?
Yes.
Johnson.
Mowgli?
Have I opened my eyes in the Jungle Book?
Who is he?
Johnson, he...
He is...
My leg.
Doesn't hurt anymore.
Your leg is healed.
Yes. Amazing.
Your leg is healed? - Yes.
So leave right now.
Yes, Johnson, we'll leave.
Faizal-- - Wait a second.
Just because I called you Mowgli,
do you think you are the king of this jungle?
No. Leave it, Johnson.
Let's go catch that Faizal Mirza. - Wait a second.
Are you scared of this midget?
Him?
But we will miss Faizal Mirza. Let's go, Johnson.
Hurry up.
For your own good.
Yes. - Listen, Mr. Attitude,
what is your problem?
Do you want a slap?
Forget it, Johnson.
Let's hurry up, or we will miss Faizal Mirza.
Come on. - Johnson.
There is Johnson.
My Bugs Bunny is here.
Yes, let's go.
Mowgli. Where did he go?
Johnson. Johnson.
Johnson, your leg?
Yes. - What happened?
Are you alright?
Yes. - Are you alright?
Johnson, your leg...
What happened, Johnson? All okay?
Are you alright?
Actually, I broke my leg.
But, you know, since my legs are pretty solid, so...
What?
He is a macho guy.
Yeah.
Bravo. - Gently. Gently.
Brother, what about my money?
Did you find Faizal Mirza?
Faizal Mirza...
We caught Faizal Mirza, before he could get to the bus stand.
I told you.
I mean Nysa and I.
Nysa. - Of course. Of course.
Brother, my money.
Oh yes.
I got your money back.
Here you go.
See, Nysa, I got his money back... - Brother.
Yes.
Doesn't seem like it's all here. - Commission.
Laffu! - I mean my other pocket...
I mean it's in my other pocket.
Happens sometimes.
Doesn't matter. It's alright.
Thank you, sister.
Johnson, count it.
No, no. - Count it.
Laffu. Brother.
Parth.
All cool?
Yeah.
His big brother is so cool,
he will definitely be cool.
How coolly I took care of that Faizal Mirza.
Yeah. - Very coolly.
Yeah.
Kids, next time no need to give money to such untrusting people.
I understand. Never again.
Come. Let's go. Come, come.
Doesn't matter.
I'll leave too.
Johnson.
Arjun just loves this tea, mom.
He got hooked on to it because of you.
Mom, why don't you move in with us?
You are retired now.
What will you do in Lucknow?
Remember you always said,
"Bheem Mukteshwar is a magical place."
I agree, this is a lovely place.
You are absolutely right.
There is nothing more magical than this place.
Show me that.
Parth.
Where are you coming from?
I've told you not to go anywhere without informing.
Well... mom...
actually Johnson... - Needed help with his studies.
Parth and Johnson were with me.
Then it's fine.
Go get changed.
Check this.
Perfect. - Perfect?
Hello, Mr. Vyas.
All okay, sir?
Still alive,
if that's what you are asking.
Oh, no, no, I didn't mean that.
Learn to smile, doctor.
Khan. Give me the papers.
Arjun, Mr. Vyas has a very big surprise for CRC.
More than CRC, I had to cure Dr. Vineeta's tension.
I don't know how many days I have left.
So I didn't want any shortage of funds in CRC after I am gone.
Right, doctor?
Wow...
That's amazing. Thank you, sir. Thank you for your contribution.
I have added this to my will.
CRC will continue with or without me.
Thank you so much.
We need to talk about discharging the recovered patients...
Arjun, go look after the ailing patients.
I'll handle the rest.
Go.
Thank you once again, Sir.
All okay?
Yeah.
You are coming home after two days.
I've never seen you so unsure and worried before.
Let's see if this can lower your stress.
Thank you.
I read in the CRC Bulletin today.
CRC has bagged lifelong funding for research.
And you still look worried.
Here I thought you will get my favourite ice cream today.
Hard luck.
I am sorry, Anu.
But the reasons for which CRC has received funding,
is beyond my comprehension.
What?
They were all critical patients.
Like fourth-stage cancer patients,
or those on a life support system.
One of them had severe internal hemorrhaging,
and he should have been dead.
But they are all alive.
But, isn't that a good thing?
When a patient survives, it's an achievement for the doctor.
What is the problem?
The problem is that neither me nor any of the doctors,
have any contribution to their recovery.
And instead of decrypting this anomaly, Dr. Vineeta
is going to misuse it.
Wait and watch.
That's bad.
But... I know you will give your best.
And for me... In fact, for all of us, that's enough.
What would I do without you?
Nothing.
Is Parth okay.
I can't give much time to him these days.
He isn't fine.
But I am sure, despite his issues, he won't give up.
He is your son after all.
'Looking for something.'
'I forbade you from coming here.'
'Then why did you come here?'
'If you wander in the woods,'
'he will abduct you.'
'Once he sets his eyes on someone,'
'never lets him go.'
"Unfulfilled wishes and desires."
"Only sorrows seems like a true companion."
"Even my own shadow seems like a stranger,"
"my lonely heart's devoid of happiness."
"My lonely heart's devoid of happiness."
"How will I embark on this journey?"
"My feet are afraid to take a step."
"The path's filled with several hurdles."
"Where are my crazy feet taking me?"
"Snatching the smile from my lips."
"Why is happiness are beginning to evade me?"
Hello. Carol Printers.
I needed something printed.
But I want it done,
in the style calendars and comics were printed in the olden days.
I understand you don't have a rotogravure machine.
But I want it done in that style.
But can you give me any leads, who could have it?
Thank you.
Brother Laffu got Johnson's money back,
and I fetched brother Laffu and Nysa.
But do you know what the weirdest part was?
Johnson screaming, as if he had broken a bone.
Hey, Bugs Bunny. Quiet.
Parth, I really felt a sharp pain.
But I don't know how it got better.
Whatever it is.
Don't do anything stupid next time, you two.
And you shouldn't be wandering in the jungle these days.
Heema. Why do you sound like that Mowgli?
"Go away from this jungle. Don't come back."
He was right.
He must belong to one of the tribes close by.
He must know about the demon.
Heema. What is the story of this demon?
Hello, Abrar.
'This number.'
Listen, I've an important job for you.
'Yes tell me.'
Abrar can you find out who owns a rotogravure machine?
'Okay.'
Because the posters have been printed.
And these printers were printed on that same machine.
'Are you sure?'
I am dead sure, Abrar.
'I will find out.'
Please find out.
'But I won't call. I will email you okay.'
Okay, okay, no problem.
It's said,
a magical tree grows in the jungle every fifty years.
And the demon wakes up to acquire that tree.
But the jungle demon doesn't allow anyone near that tree.
And what if...
If someone gets close to it?
Then he is dead.
This is why our elders have,
forbidden us to wander in the jungle for these 15 days.
Aah...
This is why Mowgli looked so scared yesterday.
We follow modern science.
We should help these poor tribal children, get over such superstitions.
According to science,
there is no such thing as ghosts, spirits or demons.
Heema, you... - Be quiet.
You'll understand if you ever see the demon someday.
I don't want to listen to you.
Hey, hero.
Your crush is coming this way.
Guys, stop staring at her. Please.
Stop staring, huh?
Hi, Parth.
Hi from him and from Johnson.
Hi.
Parth, you play the guitar, right.
Actually, the lead guitarist of our band fractured his hand.
Right on the next day of selection.
And now we are short of a guitarist.
So what? Parth is here.
He plays like a rockstar, right?
Really? When did you see it?
He plays really well.
Actually, only class 10 students are allowed.
So, can you teach me?
I... I am sorry, but,
I don't play well enough to tutor someone.
Parth.
Parth is crazy.
Wait. Come here. Come here.
What was all that about?
Sorry, Johnson...
Parth.
I am sorry.
No, you don't have to apologize.
By the way, the rule that only class 10 students can participate sucks.
No, it's fine.
Everyone should team up with their equals.
But no one my age plays the guitar so well.
I recorded this last year.
And you were just amazing.
Can you teach me this song?
Okay.
Thank you. Thank you.
Can we plan practice after school?
Yes.
I've heard that in the 'Buddha Charitra',
someone gave Buddha a medicine,
which contained an extra dosage of infusion.
Are you talking about Charak?
Yeah, him. - Okay.
But... didn't Charak come after Buddha?
Charaks used to be those classes of physicians who always travelled.
They would travel to villages and treat people.
During the time of 'Atharva Ved'.
'Atharva Ved.'
That means around 1000 B.C. Right.
Yeah.
So fascinating, nah.
Our people had knowledge of medicinal botany.
And...
I heard there was a Kurinda Tribe in Bheem Mukteshwar.
100 years ago their special herb infusion was researched widely.
And the medicinal plants found here are very powerful.
Every village has dozens of similar stories.
Will you base your entire research on stories?
But, grandma.
There is some truth in every story.
I will find out.
I might get some information somewhere.
Don't get carried away with stories, Nysa. - Anu.
Mom often spent hours in the jungle for her research.
Right, mom? - Really, grandma.
That's perfect.
You can be my guide.
No, no, no.
Please, grandma. - No, no.
It will be a great help to my research.
No, no.
I don't have the strength or age to be a guide.
But... I think I have a perfect guide for you.
Right, Laffu?
Yeah, perfect. - Where have you been hiding, Laffu?
I think Nysa is pretty upset with you?
I am allergic to over-smart and crafty people.
Over-smart and crafty?
Please tell him how naive and over-innocent I am.
Nysa.
Laffu's heart is as untainted, as his work is tainted.
I don't know what he did.
But I think he deserves another chance.
Laffu.
For the mistake you made, your punishment is...
You will be Nysa's guide.
And show her the jungles of Bheem Mukteshwar.
Okay.
Great, Grandma.
I always wanted to be a guide.
No, grandma, please.
I can manage.
How can you say no?
You are breaking my childhood dream.
You are keeping me away from my destiny, Nysa.
And I won't let that happen.
Okay.
Grandma...
Guys. I found something very interesting.
Google, my boy, everything for you is interesting.
Okay.
After hearing Heema's version, I was doing research on the jungle demon.
The first mention of the demon was in 1920...
Damn! My net pack is over.
What else do you expect, when you use and abuse Google so much?
Okay, fine. Listen. - Yes.
Let's go to my home.
There you will get free wi fi, popcorn and comics.
Yes.
Parth, shall we go,
solve the mystery of the demon?
Heema?
No. I am going home.
There is a veneration at home.
For the demon.
If you drive that thing away, how will we find it?
Be quiet, Johnson.
Parth. Robin.
Stay away from this you two.
Our elders forbade us for a reason.
Okay, bye.
Bye. - Bye.
Parth, shall we go?
What is wrong with her?
Don't know.
She gets emotional.
Vishwa Mohan Ori.
He did extensive research on Bheem Mukteshwar.
Between 1922-23.
Kudos, Dangwal. You found it.
Keep reading.
But his book is very rare.
Why is that?
Because the press where his book was printed caught fire.
And all the copies of the book were charred.
So isn't there a single copy of the book left?
Check if there is any other information available.
Yes.
Yes!
The printer's family, found some proof copies of this book,
during the 70s.
Proof copies are? - Proof.
Meaning they make a couple of test copies
before the final copy is printed.
Those are proof copies. Right?
Yeah.
And they gifted that copy to the royal family of Bheem Mukteshwar.
Why?
Because they sponsored the book of Ori.
And the royal family donated all the copies,
along with their library before moving to Europe.
To the Bheem Mukteshwar City Library.
Vishwa Mohan Ohri?
Why do you want that book?
It's for a school project.
I see... school project.
But it's pointless now.
The library closes in 30 minutes.
Nothing can be done now.
Sir, if you waste so much time in discussions,
we're bound to run out of time.
Please tell us where the book is.
Shri Vishwa Mohan Ohri.
Aah... so that is Ohri.
Let me.
Wait a second... - Let me read.
Bugs Bunny.
What are you guys doing?
It's an old book. You will tear it.
Sorry. Sorry, sir. - Sorry.
Be gentle with it. - Let's read it together.
Let's read. - Sorry.
'Van Rakshak' (protector)
Let's see.
The descendants of Kurinda protected
that unique bountiful tree for 7000 years.
During the 'Amrit Poornima' the protector's power
keeps depleting every day for 15 days for the protection of the tree.
On the final day of 'Amrit Poornima', the queen's curse will be at its peak,
and the protector's powers will be completely depleted.
The pages... The pages are torn.
Sir. The pages are torn.
Must be some careless kid like you.
Sir.
Come on, the library's closed. Go home.
But, sir...
Come on.
Sir. Sir. - But, sir...
But, sir... - Sir. Sir.
There is another copy of this book up there. See.
There it is. Look.
Sir... - Come on, the library's closed.
Go home.
Sir. Look at the time. We still have 10 minutes.
Focus.
Sir, please. Only 10 minutes. - Please, sir.
Please, sir. - Such stubborn children.
Sir. Thank you, sir.
Check. Check.
These pages are torn as well.
Someone is more interested than us in these pages.
Sir. - The library is closed.
Sir, it's been only 10 seconds. - Closed.
Sir. - Closed.
Look there, Sir. Someone is still reading.
She is an adult. The library is closed for children.
Out. Out.
Sir. - This isn't fair, Sir.
There must be a third copy, Sir.
Don't even touch it.
Keep moving.
Hey, Mowgli.
What are you doing here?
Who is he?
He is Mowgli.
He was giving us such an attitude yesterday.
This is our jungle. Go away.
And what are you doing in our area today?
Don't you... live here?
Can't you tell?
He's a tribesman. He lives in the woods.
Right.
By the way,
Thank you for helping Parth get me out of the ditch yesterday.
Thank you. - Let's go.
But... - Anything to eat?
What do you want?
Samosa.
Why not pizza?
We want to eat pizza.
Pizza? - Yes, pizza.
What's that?
That's a cold coffee. Best drink in the world.
Nice, isn't it?
Amazing.
By the way, who named you Jugnu?
Eija did.
I mean my mother.
Parents today pick such weird names, don't they?
Johnson. What are you saying?
I mean Jugnu sounds more like Majnu.
You will have trouble getting a girlfriend.
By the way, what do you do all day?
Roam around in the woods.
Have you seen the demon?
Bunny, I told you before,
there is no such thing as a demon.
It's just a story floated by our elders,
to keep us from going into the jungle.
And look, Mowgli.
If you ever see the demon,
you can call us.
We will teach him a lesson.
The demon is very dangerous.
Stay away from him.
And from the jungle.
Why does Mowgli get so emotional about the demon?
Hello.
Three kids from your school were here today,
to do research on the demon.
I see?
One of them was Dr. Negi's son,
and the other was Edison George's son.
Who? Johnson?
Yes.
This Eddie's son...
I will have to handle this as well. - Yes.
Are you sure? Can you do it?
Yes, I will have to.
Someone needs to talk to him.
Uncle. Dinner is ready?
'If you wander in the woods,'
'he will abduct you.'
'Once he sets his sights on you,'
'he'll never let you go.'
What is the matter, son?
Is physics giving you a hard time?
No.
Grandma.
Remember you told me a story two days ago about the sage,
who doesn't run even after seeing the demon.
And gets the Elixir.
So what if the demon was a real demon,
and the sage's life could have been in danger,
wouldn't the sage be dead?
Or... the sage could have made the demon his friend.
Friend?
But how?
A human being's vices make him a demon.
And his good qualities make him a saint.
Monster and Monk.
Correct.
With our efforts
we can end the vices in any demon.
And make him--
Human again.
And even our friend.
Just like I befriended the trigonometry monster, grandma.
Exactly.
And a monk in Shravasti did the same thing.
In Shravasti lived a monk.
Every morning when he would set out to collect alms,
an old woman would throw garbage from her home on him.
The monk would lower his head, smile and leave.
To escape the garbage thrown by the old woman,
the monk would either carry an umbrella,
or change the time he passed through that lane.
But each time, each day,
the old woman would throw her garbage on him.
One day when the monk passed through that lane,
the old woman did not throw garbage on him.
The monk was puzzled about what happened.
The monk passed through that lane again the next day.
Again the old woman did not throw garbage at him.
When she didn't throw garbage on him for three days,
the monk got worried for her.
He went to the old woman's house to find out.
He noticed that the old woman was sick and lying on the cot.
There was no one to look after the house or the old woman.
The monk's heart melted.
The following days,
he would bring food for the old woman every day.
And nurse her.
The old woman soon recovered.
And then she realised,
how unfairly she treated the monk due to her hatred.
She thanked the monk,
for nursing her back to health even after the way she treated him.
She even had remorse for her actions.
After that, she never threw garbage on the monk again,
nor picked a fight with anyone.
With her calm mind, the monk...
changed the old woman!
Turned an enemy into a friend.
If we want to make someone our friend or foe,
then we must first understand them.
'Grandma, I found a book on the Kurinda tribe in the library. '
'It was an old book with missing pages.'
'If you find out anything, then please tell me.'
'If we want to make someone our friend or foe,'
'then we must first understand them.'