Some guys make films just as a hobby - either that or they're just possessed of unbelievably rotten filmmaking skills. How else would you explain movies like this that stink? This director actually starts this film in a sincere tone saying that it was made to bring out a social message. A message against social evils - but of what kind? You'd never know, since there aren't any in the movie that we could decipher.
The movie starts - after the so-called message - with a guy named George going to prison for the murder of his wife and his younger brother. What follows is the flashback of how this happened. George is a mechanic, and also an alcoholic. He has a neighbor called Mansi who is obsessed with him. Mansi in turn has a boss named Jack who is obsessed with her. George is an adopted orphan, and in turn he adopts another two kids - getting a trifle repetitive aren't we?
In order to help George with his drinking problem, his father also starts drinking with him - an original method indeed. When this doesn't work, he gets George married to Mary - which actually works, for some time at least. Mary takes George to a doctor who suggests yoga. Mary, who happens to be a yoga instructor herself, finds his cure right at home - what they actually do together is a blend of aerobics and cabaret - another original method of treatment.
Meanwhile there's still Mansi's boss trying to seduce her, and Mansi trying to seduce George - how'd you forget all that? There's also Linda, Mary's sister, who seduces the adopted brother - another missed link, I guess. One would strongly believe that R D Shekhar made this movie in parts, and then tried to piece them together in whichever way they'd best make sense.
So how does all this lead back to the murders, you ask? Well, save it, 'cos the movie isn't worth it. Even the theater thought so, and stopped it before it ended.