Chalo Dilli is a road movie. A journey that begins with the dynamic Mihika Mukherjea. A strong willed young woman who is a Senior Vice President of a top multinational Financial Institution in Mumbai. A jet setter, go-getter, no nonsense woman, Mihika divides the world into losers and winners and knows which side she is on. Mrs Clear Cut!
The premise is simple. Mihika is heading back home from Mumbai to Delhi (to her banker husband who lives and works there), and misses her flight and encounters Manu Gupta, a podgy and loud 'Ladies Cut-piece' merchant who has a small 10 by 10 shop at Karol Bagh Delhi.
Manu is everything that Mihika isn't. Loud. Crass. Obnoxious. Rude. (He is that guy who talks on his cellphone loudly in the theatre and then spits gutkaa juice in the aisle...). He isn't an idiot. He is very smart. Street smart. But mostly over smart. And boy...do they pay for it!
As fate (and the script) would have it... Mihika lands up in a situation where she and Manu are stuck together for the rest of the journey to Delhi.
A bizarre journey full of adventure, madness and crazy comic moments with the oddest traveling couple ever! (She drinks Evian and while he is cool drinking from a bore well...She smokes Virginia Slims, he chews Gopal zarda)
A bizarre journey through air, road and rail from Mumbai, via Jaipur to Delhi.
A journey which along with these two protagonists showcases the real India. Its colorful and funny people and their eccentricities.
But above all it's a journey within for Mihika. Where the real growth happens on reaching her destination of Delhi... (Which is a big moment because getting home turns out to be tougher than she thought).
And once she finally reaches Delhi (in a span of a day and a half), tired, worn out and with enough stories to tell her grandkids someday, the moral of the story dawns upon her...
"Do not judge people by face value.... Including yourself".