I warned you not to come here.
That tree.
The tree disappeared.
Leave now.
Or the Demon might show up.
Demon?
Are you... the Demon?
No.
The demon looks ferocious.
He has big fangs
I am just a local, who-- - No.
No, you are lying.
I saw what you did.
Don't ask too many questions. And leave.
No.
I am not leaving without finding out the truth.
You must tell me the truth.
If you don't tell me the truth,
then I will bring all my friends here.
No!
No one can come here.
Okay. Then you must tell me the truth.
Who you are.
I belong to a tribe that lives in this jungle.
We protect the jungle from the demon.
These stories are pointless.
Because you cannot scare me now.
I know that the demon is just a myth.
So you must tell me the truth.
Tell me the truth, please.
Don't be scared.
I ate your food,
and pudding.
I won't harm you.
Come with me.
Come.
This tree?
Sanjeevani.
Sanjeevani?
So it wasn't just a story?
Didn't you make it disappear?
‘Circle of Protection.’
Keeps it invisible. To protect it from outsiders.
Can we go now?
Yes.
I am the guardian of Sanjeevani.
Our Kurinda tribe,
has been guarding the Sanjeevani for thousands of years.
Our powers collectively,
would keep the Sanjeevani safeguarded for 15 days.
So that no one takes undue advantage of it.
If this is the Sanjeevani,
then you and your tribesmen must be immortal?
My tribe doesn't exist anymore.
But you just said,
that you guard the Sanjeevani--
The Kurinda tribe,
had been living in these woods for thousands of years.
After every 50 years,
when the Sanjeevani would blossom for 15 days.
We would guard it.
We used to prepare medicines and sell them.
My mother Vasudha was the chief of the tribe.
She used to tell me that,
the people of Kurinda were chosen,
to protect the Sanjeevani.
And were also blessed with powers.
For thousands of years,
we safeguarded the Sanjeevani from outsiders.
But...
Then came an English officer into my life.
We became friends.
But his intentions were different.
And due to one mistake of mine,
he found out the truth about Sanjeevani.
And then, one day he barged into our village.
The entire tribe stood up against him.
But the English officer had brought his battalion along.
The soldiers opened fire,
and my tribesmen started dying.
My mother knew,
That maybe our end was near.
None of us will survive.
So she entrusted me, with the responsibility
of guarding the Sanjeevani.
And she bound my lifeforce with Sanjeevani,
and made me the guardian.
And faced the enemy.
The English soldier kept firing.
Every member of the tribe was dead.
Even my mother.
But the English officer couldn't get to Sanjeevani.
Sanjeevani disappeared before he could get to it.
And so did I, along with it.
Now whenever Sanjeevani blossoms
I return to my human form,
to guard the Sanjeevani and the jungle.
But you could have brought your people back using Sanjeevani.
That is against the rules.
If we start controlling life and death,
then the balance in nature will be destroyed.
Yes.
So this is why you tried to keep me away from the jungle.
To guard the Sanjeevani.
And you as well
What?
Sanjeevani's powers are limitless.
The human body cannot handle these powers.
I don't just guard Sanjeevani from evil men,
but also from people who are unaware of its powers.
But how?
Do you have superpowers...
I mean do you have magical powers?
Yes.
I got these powers from my mother.
And as long as I have them,
I guard this tree from the enemies.
How?
Through ‘Yantra Sadhna’.
My mother taught me.
The tree feeds on my life force to stay invisible.
So no one can see it.
I see.
By the way, do you return after every 50 years?
Yes.
Where do you stay during these 50 years?
And what do you do?
It's hard to explain.
Anyway, It will be dawn soon.
Go home.
Uncle and aunty will be worried otherwise.
Uncle and aunty?
Your... mother and father.
Oh, yes.
Yes. I must leave.
By the way, your mother's Kodo millet pudding is delicious.
My mother used to make it just like that.
By the way, it was my grandma who made that pudding.
I see.
Can you ask her to make more for me?
Yes, of course.
I will ask her to make some today.
Why don't you come over to my house in the evening?
No, Actually I will come pick you up.
Jugnu. You must come home.
We are family. You will feel nice.
Listen, don't tell anyone about this.
Okay.
I mean my lips are sealed.
I see.
Lips sealed.
Nice.
Actually, I have more questions.
You can ask questions later.
But you must run home now.
It will be dawn soon.
And...
Promise.
See you.
Drink some water.
Or you will get cramps.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Is this your first time?
Yes.
The doctor said exercise or death by cholesterol.
By the way, I am Edison George.
Singhal. David Singhal.
Singhal.
Singhal Printers, right.
Yes.
My favourite comic would get printed at your place.
And I started my own printing press inspired by you
EGM Printers.
I see. I get it. I get it.
Can I ask you a favour? - Yes.
I recently bagged a project.
For that project, they need an old type of printing.
I'll just show you, Sir.
So, you must have a Rotogravure machine.
I did have one,
but I sold it many years ago.
Sold it? - Yes.
Did you sell it to anyone in Bheem Mukteshwar?
My accountant handled the dealing.
I don't know the details.
I must complete my five-kilometre run.
I will take your leave.
Singhal Sir, can I get... your accountant's number?
Where is it?
What are you looking for, Chunky?
Can't find my favourite pen.
It's very lucky for me.
I write all my exams with it.
I wonder where it is.
Chunky, sit here.
What? - Just sit.
Tell me.
The pen isn't lucky,
you are smart.
That's why you do well in all your exams.
And whichever pen you write with,
will become lucky.
Understood?
Abrar. Listen to me carefully.
Singhal did sell the machine to someone.
Because I personally checked all the materials two years ago.
Now you find out the rest.
The location of the machine, the new owner.
And listen, this is a bit urgent.
Okay.
See you. - And listen,
be careful.
Bye.
Hello.
'Ashish Hooda, speaking.'
Where do I start, Mr. George?
Your son,
is an absolute bully in school.
Ragging his classmates.
Picking fights with seniors.
In fact,
he lights bombs under the toilet seats.
Sir, that wasn't me.
Dad, it wasn't me-- - Johnson.
Aryan. Shubhankar.
Care to tell us who bullied you around?
Sir, Johnson did. - Johnson.
Sir, he also takes advantage of his size to trouble us.
Yes, Sir.
Dad, these two are lying. I did no such thing.
Throwing your weight.
Sir, that's not right.
Then what is?
Sir, these two bullied me first.
Sir, we didn't bully him.
They did. On the first day of school.
They were calling me a failure and teasing me, Sir.
Are you not a failure?
But isn't that bullying?
That's when Johnson stepped in.
Yes, Sir. I saw it too.
They are the real bullies.
I see...
So you have prepared a support group.
Good.
Mr. George, please talk some sense into your son.
He has already failed twice.
If he fails again,
he will be out of this school in no time.
Hooda Sir.
I will make sure Johnson doesn't repeat such mistakes in future.
Please.
Come on, back to class.
Go.
Do you need a chauffeured car?
Go.
Good morning, Nyasa.
You?
Yes, me.
I came to apologise.
You see, Nyasa, I am not a bad person.
Actually, I am a good man.
Charging commission to children half your age,
for leaking exam papers.
Wow. You truly are an amazing guy.
I am not as old as you think, Nyasa.
Sorry, Nyasa.
I am a hustler, you see.
But I only do it to lend a helping hand.
And also charge a fee for it.
You know Parth and Johnson are good kids,
that's why I helped them out. Otherwise, I wouldn't have.
By the way, I help only those who can't help themselves.
Nyasa, I see you are still in a bad mood.
You have sworn to misjudge me.
So we shouldn't talk now.
Thank you. Thank you.
Can you please do me a favour and leave.
No. I will just follow you quietly.
Grandma told me to look after you.
I won't disappoint her by disobeying her.
Let's go.
You are impossible.
That I am, Nyasa.
Good morning, Mr. Vyas.
Oh, hello there.
Please bring his previous report.
Yes, doctor.
So... Dr. Arjun.
What milestones did medical science achieve in the last 10 years?
Mr. Vyas, in the last 10 years, medical science,
has developed treatments for fourth-stage cancer Patients and even HIV.
You mean keeping sick people alive through medication.
Keeping them alive with restrictions.
Isn't that a bit cruel?
Though sick but at least they get to live.
Managing the disease is an achievement for me, Mr. Vyas.
Life is meant for living, not managing.
I feel if medical science could focus its research,
on not letting people fall sick instead of the drugs,
then wouldn’t that be nice.
Don't get me wrong, Dr. Arjun.
You are doing a great job.
Thank you, Sir.
And anyway, don't pay much attention, to the rants of an old man like me.
But you can do me one favour.
Please tell me.
Please discharge me.
Your hospital is a very boring place.
Okay, I will check with Dr. Vineeta.
I will ready your discharge papers.
Okay. Alright, Sir.
Doctor. Find more reasons to laugh.
That is the best medicine.
I shall, Sir. Thank you.
According to our elders,
Lord Hanuman assumed the form of an old ape,
and shattered the ego of the great Bheem.
That’s how this place was called Bheem Mukteshwar.
By the way, this is one of Hanumanji's favourite places.
Hanumanji was flying to Lanka with Sanjeevani.
When a seed of the Sanjeevani fell into the jungles.
And it's believed that the Sanjeevani trees blossoms every 50 years,
and it is guarded by a Vann Rakshas.
Have you seen the Sanjeevani?
I am not 50 years old yet, Nyasa.
Laffu.
You never let anyone stay angry with you, do you?
Life is small.
What's the point of wasting it over anger?
Thank you.
Shall we go now?
I cannot write stories for my thesis.
I must write about the herbal plants found here.
I was getting to that... Careful.
Slow down.
I was getting to that, Nyasa.
The medicinal herbs found here are famous for their properties.
In fact, there used to be a tribe...
Buringa. Kuringa, etcetera. I don't remember the name.
Kurinda.
Great. You know.
The myth says they never fell ill.
And they lived longer than normal people.
My grandpa used to say,
they would live for 200 years.
Kurinda people had a special connection with the Sanjeevani.
They knew everything about Sanjeevani,
which is why they never fell sick and lived longer.
Were?
So...
what happened to them now?
The elders say,
the entire tribe died in the freedom struggle against the British.
Wow, what a view!
That it is.
I'll take some pictures.
Wait--
"Passionate...Passionate... my passionate heart."
"You are mine says my crazy heart."
"Passionate... Passionate... my passionate heart."
"You are mine says my crazy heart."
"O beloved."
Thank you, Laffu.
Mention not, Nyasa.
I will never let you fall.
Careful.
I am fine.
What is wrong, Nyasa?
No, it's alright. - No, no, let's go home.
Let's go home. - I am okay.
No, you are not oaky.
I am fine. I can walk. - Careful.
Keep your feet straight. - I can walk.
Thank you. Thank you very much. - Welcome.
Wish you all the best. - Thank you very much.
Wish you all the very best, Sir.
Thank you. Thank you all.
I just want to spend my final days in my estate.
No more hospitals.
Whatever you say, Mr. Vyas.
But we in the hospital are really going to miss you.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
But you won't miss me,
because CRC's funding is sorted.
I am just joking. I am just joking.
Mr. Vyas will come back for his check-ups.
We will meet him then.
No, I don't want to come back here.
Otherwise, you guys will detain me.
You can send him to my house for my check-ups.
I'll be there, Sir.
Thank you.
Let's go.
Thank you, bye-bye.
Hooda Sir has started world war 3 by snitching to my father.
But why complain now?
You haven't even troubled him for two days.
Did you do anything outside school?
Not yet I didn't, but now I have to.
No, don't do anything.
If you do something and Hooda Sir finds out,
he might reach out to all our parents.
Hi, guys. Hi, Parth.
Parth, this is my class schedule.
You decide which is the best time to help me practise the guitar.
All well, guys?
Hooda Sir never lets it be well.
Black benchers, bullies, banish them.
Yeah. - Oh, that's bad.
Did he really say that?
Yes.
He got Johnson in trouble for no reason.
We never imagined Hooda Sir would do such a thing.
I mean being a teacher how can he snitch on us.
Hooda Sir is a grumpy man.
He has made every student's life hell.
Well, anyway, I should go.
Bye, guys. Bye, Parth.
Well, I'll leave too.
Bye. - Bye.
Listen, ask your mom.
Just like you guys pray to protect you from the Vann Rakshas.
Does she have an idea to protect us from Hooda?
Oh no... the demon.
We completely forgot.
The book of Ohri. We had to finish our research.
Let's go.
Guys. Guys. I had to tell you something about that.
What? The Vann Rakshas.
I asked my grandma about it.
And grandma said,
when she was in college, children would often wander off into the woods.
So the local authohrities floated this story.
But this isn't real.
No, but... the legend of the demon is much older.
We must find out. - No, no.
Johnson wants his revenge on Hooda Sir.
That is more important.
What Hooda Sir did today wasn't right.
Yes.
I really spoiled you.
Amazing.
Good job, Johnson.
What happened?
Message from Nyasa.
I must go home. She wants to finish taking our tuition early today.
See you guys, bye.
Bye. Bye, tiger.
Bye.
Careful.
I don't know.
Let's go.
Jatin. Jatin.
Doctor, he was fine until yesterday. What is wrong with him now?
He wasn't given any medicine or treatment,
then how come?
Rawat, were there any tests pending
Just normal scans and blood culture straight to recovery.
Let's go check the reports.
Grandma.
I have invited one of my friends over for dinner.
Very good.
Is it that Johnson?
No, this is another friend.
Must be Dangwal then.
You don't have any friends left.
Chunky?
Sorry.
Who is coming, son?
I've a new friend, Grandma.
And he belongs to the tribal community.
He loves Kodo millet pudding.
Will you make it?
Yes.
What is your friend's name?
Jugnu.
What a cute name. Call him over, son.
Okay.
It's a good thing I didn't let you go alone, Nyasa.
It's not that serious.
I can walk.
Internal injuries are the worst kind, Nyasa.
Since they are not visible to the naked eye.
And, Nyasa, don't worry.
I am here.
Okay.
Done?
How did you get hurt?
It's nothing.
I slipped in the jungle.
Laffu insisted on tying the bandage.
Don't ask.
Thank you, Kanta.
Ma'am, you shouldn't be wandering in the jungle till 'Amrit Poonam' (Full Moon).
The demon's out there, isn't he? - Yes.
Go.
She is such a coward.
Even Laffu looked pretty scared.
This demon has terrorised everyone.
Where is Parth by the way? - In his room.
Hi. - Wow, grandma.
Where are you going dressed like this?
Is it a date?
No, I was planning on going alone.
But let's make it a date.
There's a tribal market close by.
The local tribes bring their herbs, medicines
and several other products to sell.
Wow. - You come.
Yes, please let's go. - This is going to be a lot of fun.
A lot of fun.
But what happened here?
Can you walk?
Yes, grandma. I can even run.
Don't ask. I will tell you the entire story. - Very good.
Come.
Bye. - Have fun.
What else is available at the tribal market?
Troopers are doing their job, Pitchman.
I have some more reports, Pitchman.
We are making a big mistake by hiring outsiders.
Those two goons were trying to start a fire in the jungle.
And Mrs. Ranawat saw them taking her pictures.
Starting a fire in the jungle is a grave mistake.
Shut them up.
I am on it.
And yes, keep an eye on CRC as well.
Hello. - Greetings, aunty.
It's okay, son. It's okay. Hello.
Come in.
Pudding.
It's ready.
Come in.
Come on.
The pudding is delicious.
Won't you have some food, son?
No. Just the pudding.
Okay.
Greetings, uncle.
Please, son. be seated.
Would you like some pudding?
No, son. You have it. Sit down.
Parth's friend. Jugnu.
I see.
Shall I serve your food?
Yes.
Kanta.
Parth.
Isn't this your shirt?
No. No, it's a very common shirt.
Everyone has it.
No. You got this from Singapore.
And this is your favourite shirt.
No. - Look at it, mom.
Chunky. - Parth, is this really your shirt?
These are Parth's clothes.
Not just the shirt, but the pant too.
I didn't have clothes to wear.
So Parth gave me his clothes.
It's okay, son. They look good on you.
Sit.
Sit down.
Do you want more pudding?
Parth.
Careful.
More.
More...
She hasn't reacted yet.
I think she is waiting for the right time.
We must keep an eye on her?
I am following her, Pitchman.
But there is no activity from their end.
And I have a question,
she can get to us because of this herald.
And she can find out where this herald was printed.
She cannot.
Because this herald was printed at one of our team member's homes.
So, she cannot.
Can I ask you a question?
Why were you crying that night?
At the cliff?
Leave it.
I see... you asked me everything.
And now you are not telling me anything.
I failed.
An entire year gone to waste.
I even humiliated my parent's reputation.
All my friends exceeded me except for me.
That is not a good thing.
Childhood is meaningless without friends.
But now I feel my failing,
is nothing compared to your responsibilities.
No, it's not like that.
Grief cannot be measured as big or small.
It's just grief.
Coming after every 50 years doesn't make me sad.
But I have no one here when I come back.
No friends or family.
Next time when you show up, I will be here.
That's what they all say, Parth.
But in 50 years they all forget.
I won't forget. Promise.
Promise means... - Oath.
I know a bit of English.
Why are you sulking now?
Let's not think about 50 years.
And enjoy what we have here.
Like pudding.
Would have been so much fun if I could have some more.
It's okay.
Next time I will tell them to make extra.
Listen... do you want to meet my friends?
Yes. But later.
Do you want to meet my friends right now?
Yes.
Want some?