Sanjay Godbole is facing a quarter life crises. An aspiring theatre artist who is now a sales professional, he is working the hours to pay his bills and forget his dreams. He is trapped and he knows it. Some say it’s the society, others call it discretion; he says it’s that deadly evil called the comfort zone. He is a man lost on purpose, a regular middle class office goer with a nine-to-seven job, short of time, ideas, resources and inspiration. His dreams are a captive of his pay package, his EMI and his social status, held ransom at gunpoint. He is one amongst us, a man who stops living at the age of 25 to die at the age of 75.
A tale of the eras we live in, omens portend Sanjay to break the monotony of his life and embark on a voyage away from the safety of the shore, into the rocking boat of his dreams that may, or may not, stay afloat. A soul stirring encounter with Baap and a rendezvous with his alter-idem in the hire and fire corridors of a printing plant in suburban Chennai shake him out of his slumber, and his comfort zone. After the piercing glare of an unassuming salesman and the roar of an unyielding Tiger in the villages of Chattisgarh push his existence to a brink, the only option left is to let it all go. When the enchanting dreamlands of Mumbai flicker with fear and faith, and the business of art or the art of business teaches hope and insanity in the same breath, Sanjay’s search for belongingness brings him face to face with his bête noire- Sanjay.
Not all who charter the path they believe in achieve the glory of success or redemption of self, then is it worth taking the risk? Or is it more prudent to remain grounded and real, and take life as it comes? Bounded by fate, would Sanjay then conquer the ghosts within or would it remain and be forgotten as an interminable journey of his internal trysts with an elusive destiny?