In “this journey of man on morality,” as the director himself defines, we do not know where the negative is and where the positive is. Smoking hurts? Yes, but those who want to stop you are worse. And who are these guys? Shamans, criminals or worse yet. Until the end of this dreamy and hallucinous journey by K (it is clear reference to Josef K of kafkiana memory) seems to be lost in the story because no plausible indications are given yet, until the end, the story is held and, indeed, there leaves several solutions.
For all those who expected Bollywood: half-mented man warned.