'If the total time spent in a relationship'
'is exceeded by the time you spend in crying over it'
'it wasn't love.'
'It was t********y.'
'That is when you're f****d over'
'by someone's foolishness.'
'And what is love, anyway?'
'A glamourised four letter word for self-inflicted pain.'
'Some get more, while some get less.'
'But this is what you get in love.'
'Unbearable, unspeakable pain.'
'That is exactly what happened with me.'
'The number you're calling is currently switched off.
'I stooped so low to be someone'
'that I can barely remember the man I used to be.'
'This is how I hit ground zero.'
'This is how I was broken.'
'Theatre isn't easy, that is why I chose it.'
'And anger exists for an artist.'
'When I yell, only then people will hear.'
Come on, start.
'That how unfair this life is.'
'Your struggle is not your fault.'
'It is society's fault.'
Can't you see... -Where is the blood?
You can't stutter like that.
You should take it from here.
'You are struggling, because others aren't.'
Yes, Nimmi. Where do you see blood?
Amit aggression! I want more aggression!
Let me go. Leave this.
What are you doing?
You haven't memorized your lines!
Resham, how long for you?
Just two minutes.
Two minutes!
I didn't ask for this hairstyle.
But what's the problem with it?
I don't have the time to answer your questions.
Just hurry up! Agastya is about to arrive!
This is not the brief I gave you. - Fine.
I'll do it. Just don't worry. -Sir this line is...
Didn't I tell you?
Yes.
Alright.
This...
Agastya! -What are you doing?
Have you lost your mind. -Farah, say something.
I will handle it. Agastya, please leave it.
What are you doing? -I'm cutting her hair thinking they're your fingers.
She's playing a poor woman. She doesn't get enough food to eat.
And you've cut her hair like she has been to a salon!
I don't want to work here. I'm leaving.
I don't want to work here.
Okay! Bye.
The play is in half an hour. Will you do hair?
Bye. -You hurry up! -Okay, sir. Sorry, sir.
Agastya, I can't do this.
'My friends say I mess around for no reason.'
'But I have a reason.'
'The world is too f*****g mediocre to deserve me.'
Agastya, have you lost your mind?
I had called that hairstylist
to work free for us with a lot of difficulty! I don't want it!
What if Malhotra puts her elsewhere... -B***s to Malhotra.
B***s? -Did you get a call from Mumbai Mirror?
I tried calling them but nobody answered. What should I do?
Try calling them again!
They will go with their cameras to see
the airport look of the star kids!
But they don't like to watch a real ad!
I am cancelling this show. -Agastya!
Agastya, have you gone mad? The play has started.
'What sort of freedom is this, friends?'
'If there is capitalism even now...'
'Kill them, even then...' -What is happening?
'This will be the slogan.' -I'd rather get fritters.
Oh! -What nonsense is this?
Rishabh, turn on the lights. Do it!
Come on, all of you leave.
The show is over? -This show is horrible.
What is this? -Rishabh!
'I had cancelled my own plays on an ego trip.
'Anyway, no one really understood my story.'
'Capitalist m**********s, gave me more reason to rage every day.
'By cancelling my sponsored show you are having tea.'
Who will pay me?
You're unbelievable! Do you like being a rascal?
And do you like
humiliating me in front of everyone?
Just because you let me live in your house?
Hi. Hi, I am Sakshi Gupta.
Here's my husband Dev. -Hey. how are you?
And those who don't want a refund, I will
literally call you for the next three plays for free. -Hey, Agastya Rao.
I love your work, dude.
Why did you cancel your show? Your play is so god-darn funny!
You see... - My play is not funny in any way.
Then make it.
This is trending these days.
I am Zubin's manager. I can get you a meeting with him.
Give me a call, I'll be waiting.
Thank you so much. I am Rishabh, the manager of Karma Theatre group.
Give me a call, I'll be waiting.
Give me a call. I will fix a meeting with Zubin.
'Then one fine day, opportunity came knocking.'
'My golden ticket, Zubin Merchant.'
'I just didn't know that not him'
'but someone else from his life was going to change it.'
Let's go back. -Where?
Back to poverty!
Let us enjoy a few moments of luxury.
Zubin Merchant is like a gold mine for us.
You are wearing cheap torn jeans!
Wear a jacket! Dress properly! -Agastya!
You will look like a beggar.
'I was too poor for this place.'
'I knew it.'
'That is why I was entering with pride.'
'Because I knew there will be a drama inside.'
'And showing these wealthy people their place'
'was just my kind of guilty pleasure.'
'Bring it on. I was more than ready.'
'In fact, I was secretly craving in.'
Yes?
I'm Zubin Merchant's guest.
'Mumbai's beaches didn't has as much plastic
I could see here
walking on two feet.
Entitled fake f***s!
This was the last place I thought I would find her.
Or rather, she would find me.
Where can I find Zubin Merchant?
Hey, Zubin! There.
Agastya!
How are you? Finally, we meet.
I've heard a lot about you.
I'm in a bit of a hurry. Why have you called me here?
To introduce you to the crème de la crème of the art world and
to ask you if you'd like to work on our idea.
Oh. -Excuse me,
I missed the joke. -You want me
to direct as per your idea. -Yeah.
We've been told it's a masterpiece.
And who said that to you?
These great people?
These people who are
staring at these toilet papers!
Toilet paper! Really?
And who the f**k are you? Are you MF Hussain's grandson?
Who is he? How did he enter the venue?
Let's not create a scene here. -No!
'And in a room full of plastic, something real.'
'Really angry real, but real.'
'I thought that I will'
'teach a wealthy man a lesson.'
'But she was ruining my image.'
Wearing torn jeans and flip-flops
makes you think you're an artist!
Who the f**k let this pedestrian
filth into my art exhibition?
'I just wish we hadn't have met that day.'
'Because sometimes the moments that are going to change your life'
'are the moments you never expected.'
'She was just a pretty face at that time.'
'Only I didn't know she would become my biggest ugly truth.'
You have no manners and you want to look at art!
Ma'am, you should just call this an exhibition.
Because there's more art at a circus than there's here.
What the f**k do you know about art, anyway?
Maybe a little less than you.
But I definitely know that if this place
does not have the works of Mahendra Kumar
of Madhya Pradesh and Hasan Virani of Odisha,
then this is not contemporary art.
F***ing pseudo-intellectual!
These are global artists and not folk painters.
But not your fault. It's okay. Lack of awareness. I understand.
To feel superior by speaking English is
a hangover from the British Raj.
I understand.
It's the habit of being a slave. -Out!
By the way, if you like Caucasian people so much,
you could have displayed the works of Sterling Ruby and Pierre Huyghe.
Did you find no cliche bigger than Banksy?
Wannabe f*****s.'
Is he fighting here again? -Agastya!
Excuse me! Can we get him the f**k out of here? -No! Can we...
No! It's not okay! No! -Hey!
He will be whacked. -This is embarrassing
'I felt so revolutionary.'
'Saying the big FO to this fake shallow world.
'But I had no idea that for that to happen with someone
'I will be seen with them.'
'Poor hypocritical me.'
For how long will this continue?
We need opportunities. We need to make money.
We need to make art.
If you want to make money, become their crony.
You'll find a lot of opportunities.
Bro, one more opportunity.
She has been staring at you for quite some time.
She's coming here.
Here she comes! Hey!
Close my tap please.
'It was hard to get work, but the action was easy to get.'
'But rebels like me has romanticised struggle.'
'Sitting in the same restaurants, cafe, for eight hours with one cup of tea.'
'Sometimes corn cob sold on the street, and scrambles eggs.'
'By sitting next to Mumbai local, creating new philosophies of life.'
'A true artist stays poor'
'till their genius is discovered.'
You are like a brother to me.
I can even give up my life for you.
But I can't do this anymore.
I am also struggling. It'd be best
if you leave from here.
'I didn't have work for months together.'
'Plus I had an extra festive bonus.'
'Broke, jobless, homeless, all at the same time.'
You have arrived!
Let me get a mattress for you.
Hello, what mattress are you talking about?
This is not a hermitage for anyone to stay.
I don't have any paper. -You should have brought extra paper along.
Hey! Why are you taking my wallet?
I just have Rs. 10.
'But I knew that my time would come.'
'Life will eventually change someday.'
'Little did I know, that this change'
'would be nothing compared to how she would change me.'
'My life was going to hit the point'
'where I won't be able to recognise myself.
Agastya Rao.
Hi, sir. I'm Rishabh.
Hello. -Hi.
Manish Lakhani.
Everyone in Mumbai knows you.
Have a seat. -Thank you.
And they will know you too, very soon.
I love your script.
Poignant, relevant
and awesome. Just like you.
So, when will you sign the contract?
Sorry? -What?
Get a champagne!
'Everything happens for a reason here.'
'Everything!'
'There has to be a reason for that too.'
'I knew I was gifted, but I was on the back foot.
'Why choose me?'
'Yes! Tilt up! Tilt up!'
'Then I got an answer.'
Hi, guys!
'The good always comes with the bad.'
Hi! I'm Gul.
Hi, I'm Rishabh. -Nice to meet you.
Agastya! Hi! I was dying to meet you! Dad has been talking...
'For now, I had to handle this nepotism.'
'Manish Lakhani, is walking talking Harvard grooms bomb.'
'Who was reeking of everything I didn't approve of.'
'But I guess sometimes you just have to give in.'
'Too many struggles, but at least the script will be mine.'
'And I have made the worse people act.'
'What is this Gul Lakhani in front of that?'
We welcome you all to this wonderful play, Shaurya.
It's written and directed my Agastya Rao.
We will not tell you more about the play.
'Please come and watch. Enjoy yourself.'
Enjoy yourself. -And have a blast.
No lipstick.
We fight everyday,
every second wearing our wounds like a garland.
We use our hunger
as a weapon.
Lipstick! -'My parents wanted a boy.'
I'd got her to take her lipstick off.
Yes.
But because...
Because...
We just did the lines. Why is she quiet?
I always have to handle everyone's f*** ups.
F**k!
Because... -She will do it.
I can see that.
Keep quiet!
Because women have to tolerate a lot of things.
What the f**k is happening over here?
I mean, because...
Agastya! Oh my God!
'This used to annoy me.'
'When I used to get punished for others f*** ups.'
'I knew what was in store for me that evening.'
'Or so I thought.'
Agastya Rao!
All the way from National School Of Drama, Delhi.
You set the stage on fire, sir.
We could see your reflection
in the heroine's every line and pause.
Your plot, concept,
everything was just elevated to
a breathtaking performance.
Gul is my friend. And she's making an *** out of herself.
Your friend has a special gift.
But the joke's on you, Mr. Rebel.
Why did you hire her when you knew she couldn't act?
That's none of your business, alright?
Because her father gave you some money!
Do you know what that makes you? A s**t.
A b****y, hypocritical s**t.
All you want is attention.
What do you call yourself? An artist!
Do you know what this is?
A failed attempt at a comedy show.
I am surprised to see
people go back inside after the interval.
Come on. I wouldn't want to miss
a second of this masterpiece.
'And she was right.'
'For the first time someone saw me for who I am.'
'Looked into me.'
'She had found that crack and peeped right into my soul.'
'She didn't really know me.'
'It is true, strangers make the best mirrors.'
So, we should proudly say
that my name is Shaurya. And, yes,
I am a woman.
Whoa!
This is b******t.
Hi! Congratulations! -Thank you! Thank you so much.
Yeah, really?
Hey, Agastya!
What are you doing here? People are looking for you downstairs.
I want to talk to you.
We'll talk later. -Right now.
Agastya... -I can't do it.
Why?
Because the protagonist has messed up the show and my mood.
Excuse me! Are you mocking my daughter?
Everyone is, sir.
They love her so much! They loved her performance so much!
Have you paid the per hour?
What nonsense!
Gul's own friend heavily criticized her in front of me.
Which friend? -The tall lady in a red dress.
But the point is that your daughter's a disaster.
You are fired! God***n you!
Fired!
Whatever!
I don't want to talk about this.
Did you fight with Mr. Lakhani too?
Agastya, don't let him go. We'll be f****d!
I cannot do this commercial nonsense.
We'll do everything properly and nicely.
Even if it's something small. -Darn it!
Doing that kind of stuff has drained our bank accounts, Agastya.
If Mr. Lakhani doesn't pay us,
I'll have to sell myself to a rich woman
in order to pay my rent.
We're talking to you.
This is teamwork. So, you must take the decisions with your team.
Fine.
So, from now onwards,
there is no team.
It's so easy for you to say this all the time, right?
'And there I was, after f*****g it all up so royally.'
'F*****g up my work, my friends, everything.'
'Angsty pseudo artist.'
'He just said one thing wrong.'
'I was no s**t.'
'I chose who and what I wanted to f**k.'
'And just when I thought I had nothing more to lose...'
Hey! What's your problem with me?
Please. I am drunk.
What did you tell Gul's father?
The same thing that you said to me.
Hold this.
Are you drinking petrol? -No.
Poison.
Vomit. -Hey!
Please. Not here. The bathroom is over there.
F**k off!
Dude!
No! No.
Don't ask for my number, because I won't give you.
No!
Stop!
Look,
this was just sex. Okay?
No tender, mushy stuff.
And don't fall in love with me.
I am warning you beforehand.
Why do you look so upset?
None of your business.
Anyway,
I have no interest in your sob story.
'Don't call me, don't fall in love with me.'
'These used to be my lines usually.'
'But I had no idea that nothing will'
'remain the same in my story.'
'In fact, my story was not going to be mine anymore.'
'This is how I how ground zero.'
'This is how I was broken.'