cigarette smoking is injurious to health. it causes cancer. some days in our lives are unforgettable... even after years have passed. that was one such day. the last day of the student of the year competition. like in all competitions there was onewinner. but all of us lost somethingthat day. but the biggest loss that day was dean yogendra vasisht's...
who started this competition 25 years ago. that was dean yogendravasisht's last year at st. teresa's... after that day he left and made a separate world for himself far from everyone. and except for our coach shahno one else had access to this world. but i could never forget him. i always wondered where he was... how he was... one question kept bothering me all the time... did all of this happen becauseof me?
and ten years later i got a chance to find theanswer. hello, who is this calling solate? there's no dimpy here. oh dimpy? hi. how are you? of course iremember... tell me... oh... dean? how bad is he? tell everyone? ok, ok... i will tell everyone... numbers? don't worry.
what's that... facebook... yes... i will reach tomorrow... okay, i'll see you there. bye. haven't spoken to anyone in ten years... i will call all of them but... so much has happened... i don't think all will come... hello? yes? who? pseudo?
how? what happened? i was wrong... all of them are coming... because like me, all of them have been searching for the answers to theirquestions... probably this is the lastchance for all of us... to learn the truth... excuse me. a cheap ticket to dehradhun. very cheap. i will call as soon as i reach, ok? she still has a bit of aflu...
the doctor's number is writtenthere... don't forget to give medicines... listen, don't hassle veer.please. okay, mom. bye. thank you. shruti? hi. - hey pseudo. hi. - how are you doing? pseudo? - hi. hey jeet... how are you? good. - shruti? - hi, dear.
hey dimpy... how are you? i'm fine... and you? i'm good... heard you have become a bigcoach... yes... in the girl's school... and you have become a very big lawyer... yes... a big lawyer... hi people. - hi. hi. - wow this is like a forced re-union,huh?
i'll be back... whatever. hi tanya. - hi shruti. madam, extension 9 please. awkward meeting... after tenyears... today they are all saying their hellos and air kissing... ten years ago, they wanted to kill eachother... coach sir... four have come... yes... so are you coming? ok sir...
thank you. he was broken after the prize distribution of your batch... he felt responsible for every broken relationship of everybatch... yours was the last batch so he remembered you veryoften... especially rohan and abhi... he felt as proud of their every achievement as he felt regret for what happened with them... he kept withering with that regret and... i asked all of you to come.
he is very critical. can we see him? of course. i never thought i would ever see dean vasisht in thisstate... i can't believe this is the same sparkling face that welcomed us every morning with a 'hello, boys and girls'... oh god. those were the days... i wish those days could comeback...
i would change so manythings... that one said... one did... i have no regrets. i wanted to be the school's head cheerleader... i did... yes... just onething... i wish things had happened between rohan and me... rohan... i was his biggest hanger-on... which i mistook forfriendship... but there's only one friend rohan has... had... rohan nanda...
nick name, rok. younger son of delhi's business tycoon, ashok nanda... he had taken admission in st.teresa's but was doing a degree in wasting time... he wanted to be the world's biggest rockstar! "my father says i will make him proud." "my son would do such a thing." "but no one knows.." "who gives up for papa?"
"1, 2, 3, 4!" one thing was sure... the only property he would inherit from his father was going to be the guitar! i hated rohan... ...he wasn't a big fan of yours either... i don't know what my bestfriend was doing with him for so many years. shanaya. shanaya singhania...
the only daughter of her mother and her step-dad'sfifth... the most beautiful girl inst.t's... "the girl has got everything." "the girl's got, girl's got, girl's got." "i've got it all." "jimmy choo and manolo." "prada, galliano.." "can't get enough, i want more and more." "louis vuitton and the stella mccartney."
"donatella versace." "the newest line from gucci." "looking at my intoxicatingeyes.." "..everyone has gone crazy." "guys, control yourself.." "..or it will become difficult for you to live." "no one is like me." "everyone dreams about me. i'm the number one." "the world follows me."
"i'm ahead of everyone. i'm number one." "i've got it all. jimmy choo and manolo." "prada, galliano." "louis vuitton.. ..and the stella mccartney." unfortunately no designer label was selling love... or shanaya would have bought the whole counter... shanaya... where were you?
jail... why? just a minute. talk to your sister properly... she is not my sister, mom... she is your husband'sdaughter... enjoy your family time. shruti. - hey shanaya. did you see my boyfriend? yes... there...
you are so hot. seriously. i'll be back in a minute. you know something else? there's someone. hi. - hey.. hi, tanya. - hi shanaya. so.. you do know that wine stains are permanent?
thank you for the washingmachine tip! you need it... oh omg. - "shanaya." shanaya. - darn it. what are you doing? rohan if you don't change yourantics this term... i will leave you... you look sexy when youthreaten... i mean it, rohan. i'll see you at the school.
st. teresa high school,dehradhun. students short form, st. t's. india's premier academicinstitution. ...like it's name it was fully british... built 100 years ago by thebritishers and run by the deans post independence... the top professionals of every field in the world had students from st. t's... it wasn't a normal school... it was a world in itself...
and the most unique specimen of that world, dean yogendravasisht... the most dynamic dean of st.t's... good morning. you missed me? papa loves you. looked like a cute yogi bear but was very scary... silence! the only one who could scare him was his mother... you have only 10 minutes more. you can do it. mom, i can't run.
it was a hi-fi school - st. teresa's... under the rule of dean vasisht, it was divided into two sides... tata students and batastudents... tata students would feed bank notes to get admission while bata students had to memorize study notes to gainentry... and then entered abhimanyu... who shook the tata stocks and elevated the bata prices... "no one knows where you've cometo" "everyone's heartbeats have increased."
"you are handsome and cool. you are really wonderful." "seeing him the girls say. - oh my god." "oh my god." "this guy is the best. he is better than the rest." "seeing him the guys say, oh mygod." "he has got six packs. he is 6 feet tall." "he is doing wonders slowly." "he is a handsome guy." "he is a unique and a perfectguy."
"all the girls will fall for his moves." "where is he.. - from?" "who is that.. - guy?" "he is something very special." "i don't know what i want." "he has really got me going. he makes me feel alright." "baby, baby get lucky tonight." "i like the way he is looking. the way he is moving now." "i like the way they call him. - he is a handsome guy."
"i like the way he is walking. the way he is talking now." i like the way they call him. - he is a handsome guy." "everyone is running fever because of you." "unnecessarily everyone is following him." "take two days life on credit." "you'll stay here only for fourdays." "no matter how much you pleadus, we won't listen to you." "we are gabbar and you are the inspector." hey you hero... move yourhonda...
or then get an lic policy... don't you know this is rohan nanda's parking? - so? it's rohan nanda... ashok nanda is his father... he is his son... so why are you overacting? aren't you your father's son? how rude. shut up you tv serial... look there... the film hasarrived! good morning, sir.
why you... dimpy? do you get less money for keeping a watch? move this tincan from here... not you pseudo... i was talking of this junk... it's called a bike... really? what did you say your name was? i didn't say... you quiz show... are you going to give four options now?
say your name... abhimanyu... abhimanyu... listencarefully... this is my parking... so it's better that you takethis tractor's brother back to the fields... because my car has a standard and this... you are right... you car is top class... f360 spider. 3.6 heater, viate engine. 0-104.3 seconds.
superb car. are you related to google? were you a mechanic in yourvillage? no... valet in a club! valet! let me do you a favor... take this and park my car... and take this... 500 rupees... get your bike cleaned... and listen... keep the change... where do they come from? village bums...
dimpy, next time be careful. you don't study pseudo... take this 500... get your car cleaned... what do you think of yourself? dhishum... dhishum... boys love to fight, right? it gives them a chance to prove their machismo... boys will be boys. bad boys, right?
right? - right sir. wrong! cheap brawls, fisticuffs and trashing eachother is all against the rules of st.teresa's... in this campus if there is any violence allowed, it's by me! get it? i said, get it? - yes,sir. so now will you take the trouble of telling me who started this world war 3? he took my parking...
does your father own theparking? actually yes... half the school runs with my dad's trust fund... oh.. so you must be paying my salary as well? not like that sir... exactly... it's not like that, rohan nanda... and as for you, young man. our in-house milkha singh, the runner. you love running fast, right?
you will find yourself running just as fast out of this campus if you repeat this cheap hooliganism again... get it? now shake hands like gentlemens. go on! sweet. as you may know, rohan.. your father, the rich and royal ashok nanda is visiting... he is the first guest of theyear. am i very pretty? so why are you staring? leave!
was our dean 'that type'? - which type? that one... which takes not the highway but the backroute... he was a dean... not a taxi... come on... he used to make eyes at the coach all the time... make eyes? oh my god, i'm alright. i'm all wet. - i'll clean it. it is so clumsy. - i'll cleanit. you are all dry now, sir. - yes. thank you.
sir, mr. nanda has arrived. oh yes, i'll be there with you. are you okay, sir? - yes, ofcourse. sure? hey... hey... abhimanyu singh, right? right. - hi, i'm kaizad. kaizad soda bottle openerwala. wow... your name sounds like the canteen menu... don't worry, you can call mepseudo. - pseudo?
listen... all us scholar students give you a grandsalute... you shook up the abcs as soon as you came... abcs? yes... affluent brats and their companions... look how they are staring atyou! i'm not scared of anyone... hey... hey... where are you off? there's a seat empty there... so is your pocket...
just sit with the nerdy gang... be in your bank limit... going to open a new account... wanna join? death wish! okay students, settle down. check the mike. good morning boys and girls. new term... new dreams and a new challenge for all of you... student of the year competition. which i started 25 years ago...
there's only one out of you who will win the trophy... the only one who's higherstudies will be at an international ivy league college and will be sponsored by st. teresa's trust fund... and to motivate you.. ..please welcome our guestspeaker.. ..one of india's leading business tycoons.. ..and st. teresa's chieftrustee.. ..mr. ashok nanda.
your dad looks dashing... not just one of india's leading business tycoons.. ..the only leading businesstycoon. get your fact straight, dean. i'm just kidding. just kidding. so, motivational speech, huh? i can do two things right now... one, i can share some bookish knowledge with you... or then i can mirror real life for you guys...
because no one has made money till date by either reading or teaching text books... if that was possible your teaching faculty would be here and i would be there... in their place... am i right, dean? just remember one thing. teachers teach rules... but winners make them... if i have to play, i won't stepback.
abhimanyu singh. i'll talk to you. so, sports scholarship state level runner. and the whole school talks about your football skills... don't you want to play for theteam? yes, sir. so why didn't you ask? borrowed things have to be returned, sir... i want to earn it...
it's football... not lottery... shut up, dimpy. - sir. monday morning 7:30 on thefield. let's see if your dribbling skills are as sharp as yourtongue... yes, sir. thank you, sir. never speak in between. "kick it." "oh yeah." "kick it." - pass.
yes! good boys. come on. boss. this abhimanyu must be shown his place... why? hasn't he settled in hisroom? he was being hero on the field today... but boss... he does play the game verywell... that even you do... nothing great with that...
some games have to be played off the field... you go and somehow get the keys for the notice board... tell me why? - just go. well played. state level? village level. - what's villagelevel? used to play with the boys in the village... really? that's why you playrough... don't know about rough... i play solid...
sometimes you tend to lose form when you focus on style... right? listen you village beckham... arrogance must have itsboundaries... that place, in this college, is mine... why? are you the pm's son? think of it like that... don't worry... i will vote for your pappa! so much anger... suchattitude...
it's not good for your health! it is not good. now you are being a mother? no... father... yours... see you on the field tomorrow. after the medical... medical? it's written on the noticeboard... in english... read it...
please have a urine sample.. ..delivered to my office before the end of the day. urine sample? dimpy... just give this... this to coach shah... what's in it? this has... that... my... your? that thing... on the notice board... my... why are you being a coy bride? just give it...
i'm going to coach's house... will give it... this timefree... next time charge... not discharge. go away. god... i'm late... he'll beasleep... dimpy listen... just leavethis... listen... munni is notorious but notyoung while sheila is young but not notorious... why dimpy? why? how do i know? i'm a boy... not fm radio...
just take this... watch sometv... silly rich kids and theirtails... if i ring the bell he will be angry... will leave it here... "hail lord om jai jagdish." "you ease the problems of your devotees.." respected coach sir... thank you from the bottom of myheart for selecting me in the football team... i'm sending you some holywater...
that's nice hope it purifies your home and your family just as it has,mine... your own abhimanyu singh... he is a sweet boy! he has sent holy water... holy water? let me sprinkle it through the house... silly... my home is you... come here. and how can we forget the light of our lives... my son... live long...
here... holy water... keep itsafe... su su... abhimanyu! is this your prank or did someone else have a hand? must have done it himself... why does he need someone else'shand? - shut up! say... sir, i did it... 50 rounds of the footballfield, nonstop.
if you stop... start all overagain... got it? you... you... listen dk bose... stop running and listen... i have a dance booking withpseudo... just give me 100 bucks and i'll say you finished yourrounds... you give me 100 bucks and i will say you watched me run... you will grow up to be apolitician... did i ask for the bribe? now go...
no matter how much rohan acted as a toughie... he was a softie at heart... hey... hey... hello... i'm talking to you... thanks for yesterday... but you didn't have to saveus... i know... i didn't have to atall... then why did you do it? i was trying to act great... wanted to know how great people feel... you do know a few of yours are loose...
mine are a few loose... you don't have them... very funny. you have heard my dad... it would rub off wouldn't it? your dad is not insane... he's just a little crooked! and he should be... to reach that position you need to be crooked... wow... gandhi in your hands and such lofty thoughts... show some respect, man. he should be in your pocket... not in your hands...
god made a mistake... you should have been my father's son... why do you care so much about your dad? i don't... i don't care about anyone... you do... you want to earn his respectbut he doesn't even want to loan it to you... wow... now you are an expert in the parents' philosophy too? yes i have... after they left...
left? on a holiday? dude, they are dead. why are you giving a shot? yours are alive... come on... you do know you are a big.... yes i know... you take me to be a fool, right? what is he saying? oh. come... come with me to the canteen... it's time...
time for what? - shanaya... hey shanaya. this year the head cheerleader for the football team is... tanya israni... oh really, congratulations. you must be feeling terrible... because this position is normally given to the most popular girl in theschool? don't be sorry, tanya.
to hold pom poms in hands and scream for the boys is not mystyle... they scream for me... whistle... that's more my thing! come watch. "shanaya." "bright like moon with golden tresses." "here we go." "these blue eyes have some secret in it." "how do i praise the one who made you?" "shanaya. - i want to be like shanaya."
so much love... so muchattention... are you ill? or have yourecovered? i have improved... or you just want to show the whole world that you are still shanaya singhania's boy friend? you would have made such a goodboy... god fell asleep and you were born a girl... i think you are asleep... that's why you can't see your competition...
abhimanyu, right? oh so you are the new boy in the school... as if you didn't noticebefore... just saw... noticing is too faroff! shanaya, let's sit. jeet... chair! no, i'm comfortable boss. not for you... for shanaya... oh yeah. - no, it's okay. we have class.
sure? - yes. bye. don't even think... she's my girlfriend... lucky for you. she's not mytype... besides my plan is somethingelse... whatever your plan is, i'm justhappy that i have worthy rival in school! see you. what? friction, jealousy, love, friendship...
this was all a daily routine with st. t's... but every second weekend all of us got a reality check... when we went back home... into our real world... dad, what do you think? do you think we'll have mid term polls? there are chances... it is not good for us. our stocks have juststabilized... if there are mid term polls... dad, i think..
you think? yes. when did you develop this newhobby? exactly. it's our job to think in this house... you just strum theguitar... it was a joke... you are important too in this family.. after all, you will decide whowill play the band in my wedding, right? enough.. stop! no more... i think it will be a year or even two before we stabilize...
ashok nanda has influence till delhi... you don't give up on your friendship with rohan... he got you into the school... he will be of use in the futuretoo... what's that supposed to mean? even i have my ownpersonality... shut up you idiot! a man is either a spoon or afork! and you are exactly like your father... a spoon... you don't have it in you to be a fork! mom, you know i am jeet.
shut up! and then do you know what shesaid? i believe the stocks of your husband's company have fallen... i said to her.. so what if the stocks havefallen... the rocks are still solid... i'm pregnant... what? - just joking. please, continue. anyway, back to the party.
shanaya's father is back in the headlines... i hope you are taking good care of her... i'm her friend, not her security guard! everything's alright in school,abhi? yes uncle... all good i needed some money for the science project... of course... mr. ambani... why don't you withdraw some money from your swiss bankaccount and give it to him?
stop it... i will give it tomorrow myson... there's no salt in the foodtoday... anyway... i guess it's ok... is shanaya still rohan'sgirlfriend? yes, mom. i got you some push up bras from london... are you wearing them? bikini wax? - done.
flirty bbms? - sent. surgery? - mom? i will win student of the year trophy... i'll make you proud. very good... but who are you? i'm kaizad... your grandson. poor guy. rohan, pass the ball!
yeah! well done abhimanyu. rohan, well played. good. let's go again. pass it. why are you pressing like a girl? do it harder... i can't do it harder thanthis... dean sir? - good morning. - good morning,sir. they say if you press certainpoints in your body, the pain is less...
you are so stressed. i think your wife is troubling you at home... not at all, sir. she loves me a lot... i'm actually a bit concernedwith the captaincy of the football team... tough choice. between rohan and abhimanyu... by the way rohan's dad is a childhood friend ofmine... we grew up together...
you know what i mean? right sir. but obviously you aren'tsuggesting i make rohan the captain because of that... no, that's not what i meant. i don't care who the captainis... we just have to defeat st.lawrence... they have been winning consistently for 25 years... and that mean dean from there, harkisan sanan...
he has been torturing me for years now... you are my sweet puppy dog. "i'm god's devotee." last year when you arrived i felt you are the one... who will seek revenge for all the things done to me... you will, won't you? i'll try my best, sir. - very good. thank you. dirty pig.
after much thought i havedecided that the captain of the st. teresa's football team is jeet khurana... what did i do wrong, sir? you heard me right? you are the captain this year... and we have to win at any cost this year! is that why we chose jeet? shut up. i would have made a better captain than you... there can only be one football on the field!
whatever, dude? and then came the day when a lot of things began... and a lot of things ended... football match. get ready to lose! we have been winning for 24years... this year will be the silver jubilee of kicking your ass! not this year harkisan sanan... my boys are fully prepared this year... your ants from st. t's... what will they do?
what do you know? - but i know. what do you know? coach shah has trained them... coach shah. the gossip says that you have been doing a lot of 'coach, coach' these days... "what do i do?" "something happens to me." stop it, grass.
ass. - ass. watch the game. come on, rohan. goal! oh no! these guys should fall back.come on. come on! come on! - jeet, just.. half time... st lawrence two and we as usual zero... nil...
no more defensive play. attack! yes, sir. - got that? - yes,sir! got that? - yes, sir! try it. - yeah! wonder why coach shah was using such complicatedlanguage... attack. don't be defensive. he just should have said 'be punjabi'... the boys would have got it! "punjabi." come on.
oh my god! come on. play it properly. pass the ball. he is my friend. we won! hope you won't kiss me now... won't even hug you... we had to win... after all who was the captain?
we didn't win because of you... we won because of rohan andabhi... coach was a smart man... he made you the captain sothere's no ego tussle between the two of them... what ego? it was abhi arrogance that came betweenthem... winning goal was abhi's but he deliberately let rohan scoreit... this was all abhi's plan... he wanted to take my place withrohan... abhi didn't want to be a hanger on, jeet... he wanted to be rohan'sfriend...
small town boys know how to make contacts... not that big city girls are any less... even you were shanaya's bodypart... hanging on to her for life! she was my best friend. - right. saw your best friendship! shut up, girls. - you shut up. i'm telling you this was all abhi's plan... listen we don't know if it was his plan or not...
all we know is that the gatesof their friendship opened that day... mom... this is abhi...abhimanyu... - hello, aunt. - hello, son. welcome son... dad's asking foryou... for me? why? is he ill? come... sir... just do this much forme... and i will send you a big suitcase as a 'thankyou'... fantastic. alright. thank you.
sorry. hi. - will you eat something? no... anything else, gayatri. dad... this is my friend... - abhimanyu, right? hello, sir. pleasure to meetyou. pleasure is all mine. how isschool? very good, sir. we are celebrating today... thanks to rohan we won thematch...
thanks to rohan? really? i can't believe it... dad never praises anyone... especially me... if you want praises then learn to deserve them... do something big... win student of the year trophy and we will talk... you won't be happy even then,dad... so what's wrong with that? ambition is everything. remember that, boy. you tell me abhimanyu...
don't you want to win student of the year trophy? it's already mine sir... just has to reach home... you see that? this is what i like... i love your spirit. i'm very pleased to meet you... tell me... what do you want to be in life? you sir... like you i come from a smalltown...
like you i bagged admission through scholarship... i want to work in your companyso that i can be a bigger business tycoon than you... i love your confidence, my son. seriously? look at some who want to change the world with aguitar... am i right? i hope some of your spirit rubs off on rohan... so he can become someone...
i don't know what i will be inlife.. ..but i sure will be a better dad than you... dad! come abhi... let's go. "we are free, we all are free." "come, and you too be free." "motorcycles make the sound of 'dhinchik dhinchik', we havefun." "we will make a puff of the spare time to pass our time." "we are making mischief, uncle-aunties say so." "we have such friendships, we will throw soil on theworld."
"people say that we arejobless, but how does it matter to us?" "people keep saying this, but how does it matter to us?" "our shining future is brightenough." "everything is correct when friends are with us." "our personality is such that everyone will see usattentively." "they will open their big eyes and will appreciate us." "our friends are in our favour. that's why we wander inattitude." "all our relationships areforever." "fill bottle and make some pegs and let us make abusiness."
"we will see girls after drinking two patiyala pegs." do you miss your parents? yes... me too... today's subject is radharani... radha rani says... breasts... buttocks... you two gentlemen... stand up! stand up! "cannons are being shot in theheart. the heartbeats dive in water."
"girls get what they want when their eyes meet with ours." "girls kiss and say us that they misses us." "all the women lose theirhearts, dedicate their lives." "girls have problem when we run the car fast." "we say hello and bye by making huge sound of the horn." do you love shanaya? i'm confused... about shanaya? about love...
are you gay? yes... come on... come... why are you asking simi garewal type questions? good morning, sir. - good morning. it was late last night so rohan asked me to stayover... you are more than welcome. come... sit... have some breakfast. hello aunty
hello. - apologies. the maestro is practicing... the noise that rohan nanda calls music... i was going to take suggestions from rohan for my weddingmusic... but now... i've changed my mind. wedding reminds me... ajay is getting married inthailand... a typical big fat wedding. your coach, dean, shanaya,tanya and their parents... everyone is coming...
you must come along. on our private jet. sure, sir. thank you. rohan didn't mention anything about it... he hasn't been invited yet... on that note. i'm leaving... i'm late... look who is here. our very own rockstar. please come... sit... it's your house... gayatri..
i'm coming for your brother's wedding... mr. nanda just invited me... congratulations... he might even give you a share in his inheritance... that's what i'm angling for... don't forget dad will come withit... for this kind of a bank balance i can take dad, granddad and ancestors too... hello.
swastika, thailand. greetings to you, thailand. so, dean is all set? i have been on a diet for twoweeks... even i... even i... on a diet? its showing... move. did you have a comfortableflight? tell the dean sir? sure.
no no... i was saying a couple picture... couple? the light's not good! rohan, where were you? - i washere. where's the baggage? baggage, i think is.. baggage? but your clothes must have fit in this handbag? shanaya.. welcome to thailand. thepla (snacks) - good morning, thepla.
we have met... no... that's not my name... i was offering it to you... thank you hi, shanaya. come sit. jeet, cocktail. - of course. what's the plan? nothing... she is pressing your back... can i press your neck? since you are so fond ofmassages...
rohan is very stressed... i am just releasing histension... oh really? so then why don't you open acounter? all the bangkok boys can come to you... to release their tension... that's enough, shanaya. okay? you are just getting out ofhand... why do you need to be soinsecure? i'm just chilling with friends? what am i doing wrong? what iswrong?
nothing rohan... nothing... so typical rohan is. couldn't come himself so has sent his stooge to wipe mytears... i'm no one's stooge... and i haven't come here to wipe your tears... your nose is running... you are the classy type... doesn't suit you... now that i'm here are you going to tell me your tragicstory or are just going to waste time?
i mean, the choice is yours. i'm fed up of rohan... i know him for ten years... i have been his girlfriend for four years... and for the last one year i have just been feeling that all of this is a bigmistake... so why don't you leave him? i don't like breakingrelationships... then do something... get him on the right track...
by taking the crooked route? "krishna roams around withgopis." "he plays with them, can'tstop.." "now i don't like him." "radha on the dance floor. radha likes to party." "radha likes to move that native radha body." "my beloved comes to the well, twists my wrist." "and everybody blames it onradha." "he troubles me, that krishna my enemy."
"he might be a thief of a thousand hearts, think he's abore." "what a mad he is that he keeps on saying." "o radha your scarf. o radha your ring." "o radha your naughty sight." "o radha your ear-rings. o radha your jerky dance steps." "the entire town's behind you." "there is peacock feather onhis forehead, he's called butter thief." "he plays the flute, thinks of him as some big heart stealer." "but radha wants more."
"i'll look everywhere, i'll find someone else." "i'll give him, this heart'sstrings." "because radha wants more." "o radha radha is an innocent mad one." "radha, it's two moments ofyouth." "someone control radha. someone tell her." "that there will be no other dear like krishna." "o radha, why so much pride?" "leaves your tantrums, what's the style in that?"
"did you think only are famoushere." "there are lacs of gopis dyingon me." "the whole world has nowadmitted." "the whole story begins with meonly." "o leave, dear krishna." "you'll never trouble me, oncewhen i fall on you like a lightening." "o drummer, play the drums." "my anklets are calling you. come to me." "i'll dance. you make me dance."
what are you doing shanaya? - what am i doing? what do you mean? you are all over me... i was taking your advice... - my advice? you said to take the crooked route to set things straight... which other crooked route could be straighter than you? rohan is my friend... perfect. that's why you won't take advantage of me... and my work will get done...
think about it, abhi. you are being a true friend... by saving your friend's relationship... and who knows? we may be friends along theway... you are not such a bad thing. right? right? you are not as stupid as ithought can i sit here? yes, sure. - thank you.
you are so stressed... can i release your tension? yes, please. wow, shanaya. is it feeling good? feeling too good... oh baby. a little harder. - harder. rohan... make noises... come on, let's make themjealous.
to hell with noises! i think he has left... you act so well... come let'sgo... "the drums are being played and i'm dancing." "i'm dancing inside the shade of umbrella." why are you giving her these romeo type looks? i have been watching you for two days... you said shanaya is not yourtype? now she is...
stay away from her... - why? she's my girlfriend... really? since when? abhi, i'm serious. you? serious? that's the problem with you... that you are not serious... where's the time for you to get serious? meaning? meaning when did you last hold shanaya's hand?
hold her? looked into her eyes and spoke? who looks into the eyes andspeaks? listen just drop this cool dude attitude of yours... you were jealous seeing me with shanaya, right? you died of envy, right? - i did... this was all to get you on the right track... this was all a plan? - yes. a plan you wont get another girl like shanaya... i mean, just look at her. she is beautiful.
look at how she laughs... is dramatic... takes a fashion designer's name after every breath... she is arrogant... has atemper... but she is justified... she feels the lack of love... so needs it badly... she's not too clever but iguess that's why she loves you so much... you are sweet... to explain all this to me you have studied her so well... you are right... i'm just abig...
yes... a very big one... now if you leave her hand i will hold it... i will kill you... but beforethat i will give you a hug... you are sure that shanaya and you don't... no... it's me and you... shanaya, i am really.. reallysorry. they say you should hide your boyfriend's name in the hennadesign... if he finds it then it's relationship of a lifetime... really? - really.
so should i look for it? yes... look for it... "i can't stay without you, obeloved." "my wish has been fulfilledtoday." shanaya wasn't in abhi's plan... he was used to winning but here he had lost... if you ask me. it was all because of shanaya... she was playing with the emotions of both the boys...
everyone's not like you,tanya... at that point, shanaya didn't even know abhi's feelings... these feelings... it's abhi's feelings that ruined it all for everyone... everything went awry! that's not true. everything went awry because of the competition... did the competition ruineverything? or did we? full house, huh
omg, rohan? you come hi rohan... just a second... i'll get a chair... how are you jeet? very good... come here... pseudo? all good? all good, rohan. you are looking like a girl...
effect of motherhood... even you have become something in life... effect of leaving the father... come on, give me a hug. by the way, i like this. you are not looking bad either. what have the doctors said? - rohan nanda? coach? rockstar? - sir..
good to see you. how are you brother? - fine. how are you? - fine. i hated rohan because ofshanaya... but that's your best friend, i suppose. and rohan wasn't a serious boyfriend anyway... i was looking at someone else for shanaya... and that day, i found a way... hi. - hi.
look shanaya, your boyfriend is here... hey handsome. - you'll pay for this later. anyways, come. how cute? - don't touch her. whatever. - what's up? look i don't know what happened over the weekend... but i was observing abhi... and i think he likes you. abhi? are you mad?
it's because of him that rohan and i have come closer... he was staring at you fromafar, shanaya... and only a one sided lover stares like that... you were staring at him too... i mean observing him... don't try to be too smart... it doesn't suit you... i just told you what i saw... so, whatever. bye. - bye. abhi.
good morning. - good morning. listen. i just wanted to thank youagain... - yes, it is not a big deal. everything is alright, right? like... between us... no shanaya... everything is not alright... like... between us... abhi... i love rohan... i have heard that shanaya... are you telling me or convincing yourself? look i came to st. t's to make my future...
to win the student of the year trophy... i got distracted for a while but now i see my goal clearly... no one can get in my way now... i declare student of the year competition. open! student of the year competition is divided into threesections... first the treasure hunt... then the dance competition and finally the triathlon... these three segments will test your three as - academics,
arts and athletics... after every segment four contestants will beeliminated... but before all of this is the elimination round.. ..which is the iq test... so boys and girls pull up yoursocks. it's show time! you are studying for the test? no. you? me?
i'm sleepy. no way. good night. - goodnight. "until or unless your mind does not whistle like a preessurecooker." "mug up, mug up." "make the wall of knowledge fell down by throwing your.." "..head again and again.." "if you get fever, drink coffee to get rid ofthat." "make your brain sharp by rubbing it, my friend." "mug up.." "forget the everest, climb the mountains of books hundreds oftimes."
"mug up by speaking it aloud." "make your brain run faster, hit it with lash, hit it." "what will you get byfrightening, what will you get out of it." "swallow the tonic of victory, my friend." "mug up." everyone is falling all over their textbooks... but i want to only... fall at your feet! help me mother! a train running with certainspeed crosses a stationary cleavage and..
..to find.. i'll just be back... "this is love." "at the end of the day, thesword of performance is hung above you." "this is such a river." "remember this, the one to drown will survive." "whoever comes here, gets a single chance." "think, every sight here has just a single destination." "if you get a chance, don'tlose it, it won't come again and again."
"mug up." - student of the year, stageone. the iq test. - "mug up." easy. - "mug up." ash, show me. hail god mother a... hail god mother b... sir, done. then the big day. gut wrenching day! the announcement of the top16...
at no. 16 we have.. ..taniya israni. oh my god, it is me. no. 15, karthik ahuja.. no. 12, rohan nanda. shanay singhania. shruti pathak. no. 3, abhimanyu singh. no. 2, kaizad soda bottleopenerwala.
who's first? no. 1 is.. no. 1 is jeet khurana. jeet? stop... you... what are you doing? youbulldozer... enough... enough... he will die! here... go... you fatso... sit... sit here and tell me...
my bum... how did you come first? how didyou? i told you... i just took the mother's name and ticked the answers... all of them turned out right... say hail god mother! say italoud... - hail god mother! is your godmother exclusive? she'll only listen to you? pseudo, you are a minority... very few of you are left... so you say will mother listento the majority or to you?
now there's this new system among the gods too? you knew this? - no. you drama queen, why are youcrying? we are all in the top 16... it is going to be fun. how does it matter who wins and who loses? of course it matters... our ambitions are big... your father is... he can get you into any big university... here we go again... he is after my father...
you listen to me... you take my father and in exchange give me yourambitions... if you want my ambitions i will give them to youhappily... your generous nature is known to the whole campus, tanya... but we are digressing from the topic... we are chatting about the competition and i think there shouldn't be any competition among friends... right shruti? right... is that why you were studying stealthily?
come on, let's face it guys. if we are all vying for the same place then there is bound one minute, shruti. does that mean to win you will prey on your best friend? yes... maybe... he's kidding. next step... the treasure hunt. okay everybody, pay attention.
the top 16 will be divided into four teams... team a, b, c, and d. every team will get fourdifferent clues one clue after another... but the last winning clue, will be the same for all theteams... the team that reaches the last clue first will win thissegment... now, the teams. team a.. - the combination for teams a and b was weird... rohan and abhi in differentteams... rohan and shanaya in different teams...
rohan and i were in separate teams too... shanaya and i were in different teams... i was in rohan's team... i was happy. here are the first clues for the four teams... come and get it. come on. all the best. go! blue sky above and blue skybelow
to find the answer delve deep, gentlemen... ancient smile is ajit's beloved she follows you with a smile this mysterious lady... what kind of a clue is this? who's ajit? is he from thefaculty? i know only one ajit... mona darling... where's thegold? anywhere. that's it!
ajit, mona, smile, ancient... monalisa. it's the first clue and our hopes have been washedaway... washed away... water... jeet, you are a genius. -really? will someone tell me... what'sup? angels sing the song of life... their beloved will come from the skies... 9.30 is when they will unite...
the answer lies in a ray of sunlight... angel... angels... where will we getthem? in the canteen... in the church... it's just five minutes to9.30... okay, listen. i'm a tree and yet i'm not... if you chat i hear you too... so beautiful am i that your teacher loves metoo... we've got a church this way. come on, follow me.
come on, guys. stop. this is ridiculous. it said tree so we are in thewoods but i cant see any teacherhere... what are we looking for? teacher or tree? we are looking for the clue... i'm telling you, this is notworking. if you have a better idea, tell us shanaya... why are you so mean?
yeah just leave sister-in-lawalone... she must be your sister-in-law, not mine... guys, stop fighting. think... who is the teacher? the lord and the teacher! - shut up. there is no gurudwara in thecampus... i think we should have one... why don't you suggest it toyogi? ok i will...
yogi... he is our teacher... beautiful tree, teacher lovesit... he talks to his bonsaieveryday... let's go. one second... is his mother's name bonsai? the answer lies in the ray of sunlight... ray of sunlight... angel'ssong... hymn book. come on. last step... last mystery...
how strong is your chemistry? chemistry lab. see, i knew it. this is not a tree... it's ashrub! the first voice of independent india... the answer lies in a silentroom... the silent room is thelibrary... you search it soon. pseudo... this is blank!
i apologize on behalf of the treasure hunt... guys please. think about theclue... there definitely must be a catch here. okay? how strong is our chemistry... enough... i don't want to play this game anymore... who's going to answer in a silent room? books? shut up... what's the first voice of independent india? long live motherland! it said voice... not a slogan!
i think it must be mahatmagandhi... yes, genius. i think she's right... he went on a diet for ourcountry... fast... i can't say it any faster thanthis... not mahatma gandhi... it's jawaharlal nehru... india's first speech was by jawaharlal nehru... oh yes. that's the first voice...
what's his speech? tryst ofdestiny? yes. - let's get going. shurti, you are right. the clue has been written from invisibleink. now we can see it. - really? it's visible now... i found it. tryst of destiny. just a second... let me open... can you see it? - hang on a second... ammonia baby, i love you.
you must be happy that this is the last step... the morning bell will help you surmount this climb... read carefully before giving your suggestion... because the above words will decide who the victor is... i have got a flu with this clueman... one moment... morning bell... morning bell... our periodbell... where's the bell? bell... bell...
there's the period bell... they are already on top... they will reach before us... come on guys, you got the lead. come on. what are they doing? superb, come on. push. pseudo come now... everything normal here. god, please help me.
i love you mummy. you bell... it's a wrong bell! there is a bell tower. thanks, shanaya. see. again... the wrong bell! rohan! again the wrong bell! think... think... you are smart one right? last step... last step...
you must be happy... stop that sound. let me think. second step... secondstep...kbc.. you must be happy today... bachchan... i'm such a.. - fool. come on,run! common usain bolt common. congratulations, team a, thewinner. after the treasure hunt four students have been eliminated...
and now you guys have reached the top 12... the next step is the dance competition... please remember it is important to get a date... meaning a partner... or else you will beeliminated... understand? - yes, sir. all clear? - yes, sir. now scram. scram! sir, see you later.
come let's celebrate... what? your defeat? no... your victory... i'm coming to your house... why? home cooked food... they don't cook at your house? of course they do... but i'm tired of room service at home... ok come...
best friends. this food is fabulous. so then come more often... even today i had to invite myself over... you do know that your grandson is not normal... did he fall somewhere when he was young? just focus on your dal... abhi... is that the way you speak toguests? rohan my son... i can call you that, right?
of course, aunt. just wanted to say that yourpage 3 photographs don't do justice... you are far more charming and handsome in real life... keep some butter aside for the bread, geeta... butter is so expensive, mom... we have to make do with words in this house... rohan... we are shareholders in your dad's company... i'm sorry about that, sir... no, no... we have earned quitewell...
abhi... do get some tips on the stocks and let me know... even we should benefit from your friendship, right? don't worry, uncle... i will benefit so much from him that i will leave him farbehind... yes, yes... why not? buy the taj mahal too... you don't need money to dream,do you? stupid people like you and me dream, aunty... abhi is a blue chipinvestment... ..he will not rest till you are all millionaires...
watch my words! pass me the pickle! see you man. felt good when you took up for me with my aunt... felt like someone my own was talking... i never knew mr. nanda's son had this talent too... a slap and a compliment both together... is that how they say 'thank you' in your village? ok... here it is... thank you!
thanks. by the way why do you hide your emotions so much? are you a girl? what kind of questions are these? matters of the heart myfriend... no one listens at home so i thought i would try it onyou... even i have little practice... the ones who listened left me and grandma has a hearing aid... so both of us are in the same situation... so we can talk to each other...
you... won't kiss me now, right? won't even give you a hug! abhi! - what happened? call the ambulance, fast! grandma is... i don't know... just call the damn ambulance... it's a cardiac arrest. take her to the icu. where are you going? - grandma... we will take care of yourgrandma...
every house you go... there's only bad luck! abhi.. abhi, one second. leave me... abhi, listen to me. this is wrong... are you ok? or do you want one more hug? i'm okay. the condition is stable now but the next 48 hours arecritical...
thank you, doctor. look abhi.. i know you are angry with me... you don't even look at me... i don't know what i have donebut... can i please listen to your sad tale later? grandma is not well. i know... that's why i came tomeet... are you okay?
yes... why? what kind of clothes have you worn shanaya? what do i do? i don't have hospital typeclothes... but don't worry... i'm going shopping today... because i want to comeeveryday... happy birth.. i am.. sorry. "love with deep colour, with passion and with ardour."
"which is more than just love. that kind of love." "love that's about love." "when it pained today, it was a bit more than usual." "love that is about love." "don't know what hashappened,.." "..i just know that it is a bit more than usual." "if it happened the same way to her too,.." "..i will say that it happened more to me than her." "love that is about real love."
"as if my sleep has broken for the first time." "and i've seen the morning rubbing my eyes." "by keeping your light, the sunshone more, and the day is on its top." i want to meet grandma... why? i'm looking right, am inot? - "he peeps behind the net of clouds." yes... to go to a temple... - "this moonlight stares at meso much." "keeping brightness in himself,my moon is hidden here only." - shanaya. "love, that's about real, deeplove." "if it happened the same way to her too.."
"..i will say that it happened more to me thanher." "if it happens so, that youmeet me.. ..and disappear with me." "it will take place slowly, by persuading, be patient, o myheart." "when the shooting star felldown.." "..i started asking for your heart a bit more." "sometimes this crazy heartdoes not listen to me, in this love." "this heart was very stupid, but today it's even morestupid." "love, that is about love."
"i don't know why but the fear of losing you becamegreater." doctors are saying it'sserious... i don't believe them. if something happens to you i will never speak to you... never speak with your back to a person... bad manners. there's something... urgent... tell me... after i go...
please put a nice picture of mine in the drawing room... a smiling one... 5x8. don't go now. i'm sorry. please, don't go. abhi was broken after grandma's death... he became quiet... typical abhi.
he wasn't saying anything toanyone... rohan's room is ahead... i came to meet you... to condole me? rohan was saying you don't want to meet anyone... you can't be alone like this... i have to get used to beingalone... everyone who was close hasleft... you stay away too... or youwill die!
you need a friend... we can't be friends, shanaya... do you want to be my friend? thank you for coming. shanaya... just go... i don't want to meet anyone... go... i said go... but abhi... this won't suityou... rohan? rohan, listen to me.
just wait. rohan! rohan, i'm sorry. - leave me alone. - listen tome. rohan.. - leave me alone. don't touch me. just leave me alone, okay? - just listen to me. just one minute. - leave me alone, i said! you shut your mouth... you showed your true class... came down to your true cheapself... i should never have indulged small people likeyou...
i was your best friend... and what did you do? you are no one's abhi... no one's... that's why there's no one for you... everyone's dead... mom...dad... grandma... everyone! if you say one more word aboutmy mom or dad i will break your face... you couldn't belong to your mom and dad... what best friend are you ofmine? you talk about class...status... what are you? you just waste your father's money and time...
father's money... father'smoney... you were always after my father's success... isn't that why you became friends with me? you wanted to live my life... that's why you wanted to snatch my girlfriend... stop this nonsense of girlfriend-boyfriend... shanaya has never loved you andyou? you pounce on every secondgirl... you have no right to call her your girlfriend...
don't teach me my rights... shanaya is mine and only mine... why don't you ask her who she belongs to? shanaya loves me... stop it! just stop it! what do you two know about me? about my feelings? nothing... you know what the sad part is?
neither of you wants to knowthem... you just want to own me... i'm not a part of thecompetition that you guys will fight and win... i'm done with both of you. just done. what happened, rohan? - nothing... nothing? you are bleeding... and you say nothing? - nothing. nothing ma... nothinghappened... dad... nothing happened...
leave me alone. - get back here. look at yourself... you look like a streetruffian... who did you fight with? answerme... i told you i don't want toanswer... you have to answer... it's myhouse... i have had it with yourinsolence... you don't speak properly athome.. ..but at least keep my prestige intact outside... you haven't earned prestigedad...
only money... and that's the money that helps you live your life... you only know two things... waste money and shame me... what are you ashamed of, dad?of what? that i'm not like you... not a xerox copy like yourelder son? that i don't want to be anindustrialist and i want to be a musician? yes... i'm ashamed...
very ashamed that my son has such middle class dreams... dreams don't have a class dad... but that only a father would understand... not a corrupt man! i don't want to live in yourhouse... and i don't want to be yourson... you have ceased to be my son... i was never your son... rohan, please. not today... when you have been silent for so many years...
don't say anything today aswell! i thought it was a family fight that would get resolved... but the spoilt rich brat had reformed... and he decided never to lookback... i made the mistake of being your good friend... now i won't lose the chance of being your worst enemy... student of the year trophy will be mine now... i will snatch your destiny fromyou... watch it...
and the war took a new shade... now it wasn't enough to win... it was important to defeatothers... friendships, relationships... all of it was immaterial... we all had our eyes on onegoal... student of the year... aren't you planning to moveahead? today upper body... just upperbody! hey, what's up?
who are you going to the promwith? abhi or rohan? it is not funny. the whole school is gossiping about me... forget the school... talk about your feelings... i hate both of them... you love abhimanyu... rohan and i have been... what about rohan and you?
there's nothing there,shanaya... your pair was not destined... it was an arrangement... you are confused and you areallowed. take some time... your heart will give you the right answer... this competition in the middle of all this... it is just not working. so then give it up... is this competition more important than your feelings?
no, right? and you are right. i'm not going to be a part of this dance competition... and if that means i will be disqualified... so beit. what do you think? if i was in your place, i would do the same... come on now, give me a hug. jeet. i was thinking about you... - why?
it's because you are dumb but you have a good heart... that's why i have decided that this year.. ..on the prom night i'm yourdate... you are not a date... you arelate... shanaya has already asked me... and she is going to enter with me... hand in hand. shanaya? what? not what? hot... what you arenot. you are going to prom with jeet?
are you serious? yes... i thought suddenly that why should i let rohan and abhi control my life? and why did you think that suddenly, shanaya? you should be happy... i don't understand thisreaction... what do you mean? - you know exactly what i mean,shruti. you wanted me to back out of student of the year... you wanted me to bedisqualified..
..so that the chances of your winning go up... let's face it. you and dance is like me andpoor! gosh, you are disgusting me. i don't want to talk to you. if i was in your place, i would do the same! oh, she is really confused. come on, you have.. how canyou? - shruti, are you okay? no... i have just fought with shanaya... she is such a drama queen.
i'm fed up... why? what happened? she says she's confused between rohan and you... but she's going to prom with jeet so rohan is jealous... then where's the confusion? right. i don't want to get caught up in between all this... i'll speak to you later. shruti.
who are you going to prom with? no one. jeet no one's going to the prom with me... help me please... see... i like you a lot. but i can't go to the prom withyou... not you... but set me up with someone... you think i run an agency? justgo... let me sleep... - pseudo get up. pseudo. - rohan, you can helpme.
just get up... up... up... what is it? you will go with shanaya to theprom? who the hell do you think youare? - jeet... even i know your name, idiot... have you been bitten by a maddog? when i was a kid... but what'sthat got to do with anything? just go and tell shanaya you can't go to prom with her... come on go...
i'm not your slave understand? and i don't need your permission to lead my life... you wastrel... you have been living on my credit card for the last twoyears... what about that? suddenly you have wings? so i have given full services for the credit card... jeet, get a drink... jeet, park the car... take shanaya here... take shanaya there... so now i'm taking shanaya to the prom...
as a couple. i don't believe this. i should've known. showed me your true class... just go... what class are you talkingabout? you have left your dad now... so the credit card is of no use to anyone... get away! i'm not scared of you... i'm now on my own...
not your bodyguard! i'll showyou... by winning student of the yeartrophy! you will win the trophy? i'd like to see that! listen, don't be upset. if you want, i will go to the prom withyou... okay? no one wanted to go to the prom with me... and finally my hand was held...
"there's something abouttonight." "something very special." "something about the way you move that thing." "something about the way you look it at me." "intoxicating." "there's something abouttonight. something very special." "there's something abouttonight. something very special. here we go." "i'll forget the whole world and dance with you." "baby, you are so sexy."
"boy, you could be my one and only. i'll dance with you." "then i see you looking on me. let's talk about our feelings." "people will tell our stories." "you know it, so sing it. now throw your hands up andsay." "crazy about disco." "this night is intoxicating. so hold my hand." "let's sing and dance together." "something about the way youmove that thing. something very special." "you have your eyes on me."
"we talk through the eyes." "come into my arms." "this how the conversationbegins." "sometime in a moment, you talk something." "in a meeting you becomepartners." "crazy about disco. - you know it, so sing it. " "now throw your hands up andsay." "play the night game with me for a while." "come and swing in my arms for a while."
"i'll explain you from my eyes." "the night is still left. make me intoxicated." "dance like crazy tonight. move like an fun frolictonight." "party like a bee tonight. say whatever you want." "you got to do the d.i.s.c.o.where everybody knows where we got to go." "you get many excuses." "something about the way you look at me. something veryspecial." that was good. thank you. after the dance competition
four students out of the twelve have been eliminated... the students who have been eliminated are, shanayasinghania.. ..kaizad soda bottleopenerwala.. ..ritu mahapatra, and tanyaisrani. sorry. that was a splendid job. very entertaining. please, applaud them, students. bravo! now these eight finalists will fight in the triathlon to win the student of theyear...
best of luck all of you. so, these are the unexpected expenses that have come.. no, this is not sorted. let me know when you need thesefunds. okay, thanks. - good morning,sir. good morning. - hi abhi, how are you? good. - by the way,congratulations. abhi and rohan both are in the top eight... the competition is tough... it is not so easy.
i don't think so, dude. you will say that... rohan is your son after all... that's why i say the victory is abhi's... abhi? - my money is on you. yes, sure. - good luck. thank you, sir. "mug up and become 100% ready." "don't leave any tableunturned. - win the game." "there's only one solution. - for your problem."
"push it hard." shruti! - "push it hard." thank you. thank you. we are on the last leg of the student of the year - thetriathlon... this is a unique combination of swimming, cycling and running... the last eight finalists will participate in it... so ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the final 8! so may the best student win! athletes, take your positions.
ready? take you marks. abhi! come on, rohan! oh yes! ladies and gentlemen.. ..please welcome on stage. student of the year 2012.. ..the winner.. rohan nanda! congratulations
may congratulations. god bless. i'm proud of you. all yours. every student of st. teresa's dreams of winning the student of the year trophy... there have been many exemplary students who have won this in twenty five years... i don't mean to insult anyone but i can't accept thistrophy... i have my own reasons... i'm really sorry, sir.
well done, rohan! good for you. when you should clap why aren't you guys clapping? clap your hands. everyone clap your hands. pseudo, behave yourself. are you drunk? this kind of unruly behavior wont be tolerated in thisschool... school? you know what, dean?
to hell with this school.. ..and to hell with you. pseudo, what do you think youare.. get him out of here... get him out of here. just leave me, abhi. fancy, look over here. this student of the year is your idea, right? then you should get the award...
take the award. for the most stupid idea... why? because you didn't win? just look at yourself... what were the chances? yes... i lost... but why did ilose? because of you... because of your dumb rules... make the girls and boys race together... get a partner to the prom...
dance and win a trophy... who cares, this pappu can'tdance? who cares? who cares that people like us don't get partners, dean? you should've known that. pseudo, look.. just let me speak... this charade has been on for twenty five years... and why?
because dean yogendra vasisht has no entertainment in hislife.. he is alone and so he wants to break our friendship... you know what? you are a jealous, lonely.. ..and an unhappy man. but i'm sorry. congratulation, sir. your final episode is a hit! the friendships that were built over two years
have been finished in two weeks! we hate each other! we all hate each other. for that i want to salute you. i salute you, dean, yogendravasisht. student of the year, my foot. move it. - pseudo.. shanaya? hey..
hi shruti. - hi. how are you? - i'm good. how are you? - good. i'll just come back. hi, jeet. - hi. long time? - yes. pretty long. i thought you would call me when you had a baby... so much ego? not ego... shame...
shruti, it's all the past.forget it. what was the use of all that? i'm just so happy, a housewife. forget all that and show me the baby's picture... here. she's so sweet. what's her name? what? - joking. i can't even afford the name...
gia. you stupid girl. you haven't changed... by the way.. how's tanya doing? she's hunting for a newhusband... keep abhi away from her... i have to keep abhi away from someone else... it's a hospital... can't have them trashing it... exactly. - correct.
i'll just come... go. hi jeet, how are you? - i'mgood. hi rohan. - hi. you didn't even invite me for the wedding... i would have come... from the bride's side... it was my right... shut up, rohan. why this intense look?
there must always be pain on a musician's face... or else cds don't sell... i have heard your songs... they are amazing. does abhi allow you to listento them? i listen to them stealthily... come and meet abhi now. you married him and still exercising your right on me? it's been ten years... can't you just say a hello?
he sings loudly on stage... even he can say hello! you are an investment banker... not a nine year old... and you are my wife... not your ex-boyfriend'slawyer... ex-boyfriend? where did that come from? i saw you hugging him... feeling a lot of love? that's disgusting, abhi. comeon. what else did you expect? his bank account may havecrores..
..but class is still unaffordable for him... what did you do with all yourclass? you just strum strings onstage... but i hug very well... right, shanaya? just hold your tongue... she is my wife... when you kissed her she was my girlfriend... abhi, stop it. rohan! what are you guys doing?
stop them... one minute... it's the pent up feeling of ten years... let it flow... why such rage? why so muchanger? can't be because of shanaya... you never even loved her... then why this anger? why? you lost on purpose that day... on purpose... the question has been eating my insides for ten years... why did you do it? tell me why?
because your father was abastard... he looked happy when he saw you losing... i wanted to be like him but i'm not that bad... in that moment i realized i could defeat india's biggest men by making you win... so i did it... my dad had died rohan... but even yours wasn't alive... i destroyed my father when i left home...
i didn't need your greatness... greatness? and what about your greatness on stage? gave a speech like a martyr and walked away... if you knew all this, why didn't you say it that day? because you wanted your father to feel you won... not on my face, so hard! bloody loser! who did you call a loser? my last five albums have been platinum hits...
so? my company's turnover is 500 crores... so? top international music labels run after me... top multinationals beg me for mergers... when i perform the whole of wembley trembles... when i perform the whole stock market shakes... i have done 100 girls... and i have... 100? up or down ten...
up or down? mostly down... you haven't changed... you are still a fool. i remember... you won't kiss me, right? oh man. did i hurt you? - of course youdid. look how popular i am...
i was a dean for twenty five years and.. ..today six seven students have come to meet me... the fault's mine... i couldn't make myrelationships.. ..so got busy breakingothers'... i'm so sorry. i'm very sorry. i'm very sorry. next life, coach. everyone has friends but school and college friends aredifferent...
they understand us like our parents do... they know us... friction, envy, competition... no matter what it goes through.. ..it never clouds the heart! we have a chance after tenyears... now this friendship will notbreak! just one business wasunfinished... fools!
run... "what bothers me?" "radha on the dance floor." "radha likes to party." "radha likes to move." "radha is very beautiful." "d.i.s.c.o." "come to me. - baby, you are so sexy." "you know it, so sing it."
"you too be free. - you know it, so sing it." "he's a handsome guy." - d.i.s.c.o." "i'll forget the whole world.. ..and dance with you." "you are so sexy." "boy, for me you are one andonly.. ..i'll dance with you." "so sweet and so cool. so nice and wonderful." "seeing him the girls say, ohmy god."
"radha, your earring. radha your moves." "come, and you too be free." - something very special."
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