The film is the journey of the mother who has lost the child she once held in her hands and dreamt of an old age holding his hands. It's the journey of a brother who could have focused on his career, his future, yet decides to give it all up so that never again a brother loses his 'bhai' to an act of rage. Overall, it is in the era of large scale corruption, where everyone seated on a chair that holds power is lying neck deep in corruption, exist unlikely heroes. The common man is left asking for tareekh pe tareekh. Women are forced to play 'Daminis', and men turn into rakhwalas of the world. With poor production values, a crumbling script and blah performances, director Milind Ukey fails to move, inspire or instigate at any level. This is a diary which is best left unread.