Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Zaaya reached out to me for the Masterpiece fashion show!
They absolutely loved my Pajama Day video.
Look at the post, Vandu!
-They just confirmed. -Damn, very nice.
-Very nice, Tabby. Congratulations. -Thank you!
-Hi, guys. -I'm out of here guys, bye.
Let it go, Tabs.
Too "despo" to let it go.
-Bye. -Bye.
And there goes the last of Paro's hunger strike.
Shit, gotta go. We're practicing with the graphite sticks today.
-Bye! -Bye!
-I have to go for rehearsal. -Rehearsal or Bhasin?
Rehearsal. Bye.
Paro has asked me for a poem though.
They're planning something for Masterpiece.
Really? What?
Never mind. Don't tell me.
Anyway, I've refused to do it. Don't tell anyone, please.
Who would I tell?
The person you're calling "an unwanted element,"
is a brilliant award-winning filmmaker.
Wasn't there a problem at Kamal Das College
owing to the very same documentary, Mr. Naik?
Simply breathing in Delhi can be a problem.
Should we stop breathing then?
Our job is to expose students to films that matter.
And this one does.
Our job is not to force our own opinions on them.
I agree. We can't let PICA's hooliganism influence our decision-making.
Exactly.
It’s important for students to watch this film.
Yeah.
But without making it into a statement.
Which is why I think we should not screen this film at Masterpiece.
What?
-Yeah. -It might just create
-unnecessary trouble. -PD?!
Exactly. So, I think we can move on.
Let the students know they need to select another film for the festival.
I think I should leave the meeting.
Anyway, if you're taking all the decisions unilaterally,
why is this meeting even required?
Professor Handa, please work with me.
Canceling a film, or altering a play…
aren't great sacrifices if you look at the bigger picture.
I am looking at the bigger picture.
These "small sacrifices," this censorship…
These are changing the bigger picture.
Sure, this may help you run Matilda House better,
but then it won't be our Matilda House anymore.
-I think we can… What's next? -Yeah.
Fashion Society?
Ma'am… it's just not happening today. Can we practice tomorrow?
Ma'am, I'll go.
If we want to beat Jaya Devi College we have to work hard, right?
Or you wanna lose again?
She's right! Let's move, everyone!
Ma'am, I'll go.
Mummy, are you planning on sending me money?
Whenever I see Madan Ma'am, I panic.
-Be a little patient. -Mummy, how long can I avoid her?
You need to understand, please send the money.
Right, like I'm just sitting on a mountain of cash.
I'm the one who struggled to get you an education.
A week ago, the cow shed roof collapsed.
Yesterday some jerk knocked Kajal over with his car.
Now she's stopped giving milk, not to mention the medical costs.
Shall I go on?
No, Mummy, I was just…
I will send the money as soon as I have it.
Till then, please figure something out, my child.
Yes, Mummy. Namaste.
Truth or dare?
Dare.
I dare you to sneak in again tomorrow.
That…
last scene you wrote, it's brilliant.
But complete darkness at the end? Nah.
That's not the way to go.
Yeah, but if the lights go on…
I'll be naked on stage, Bhasin.
I mean, we can't do that.
If you want to hide everything, what is the point of doing this play?
We'll be letting the idea down.
To cop out after coming so far…
ExperiManch was created for taking risks.
Not for people-pleasing.
Yes, Bhasin, but…
if I do this, I'll be in all kinds of trouble.
At home, and at college too.
Do you see what I mean?
-Missed you, Boston boy. -I really missed you too, Trish.
Get a room, you guys!
You're in my room.
Take your cards, guys.
What have you got?
-Cheater. -Okay, small blind, big blind?
-Your call. -Look who just walked in.
He's hot.
Won't you ask your friend to join us, Trish?
Hi, guys.
-Tia, fresh deal. -Alright.
So… Trish tells us that you play cricket?
But how do you guys know each other?
And obviously, you're not from Cheapskate College, on account of, you know…
being a guy.
-Yeah. I play cricket. -You any good?
Actually, don't answer that. If you were, you'd be playing in the IPL by now.
He's actually trying out for the Ranji team.
At least cricket's an actual sport, Trish.
But hockey… who even watches that?
What a supportive boyfriend you have, Trish.
"Boyfriend" being the key word here.
All in.
I pack.
I think I should leave.
Thanks.
Parth, wait.
Wait for what? To watch them insult us even more?
They're my friends, you have no right to judge them.
Okay.
The shackles of your thoughts and questions fail to hold me prisoner.
The shackles of your thoughts and questions fail to hold me prisoner…
I am the unrelenting example of my own freedom.
You think she can pull this off?
I am the unrelenting example…
Give her some time.
…of my own freedom.
Bodysuit? Interesting.
She's making you go soft, Bhasin.
And you're letting her rewrite your play?
-Hello? -Shiku?
Papa?
-You're calling so early… -Hello?
What's the matter?
I…
Papa?
-I don't want you to panic, but… -Is everything okay, Papa?
Kuldeep was on his way home yesterday…
when he crossed a peaceful protest.
Suddenly, shots were fired.
And Kuldeep got…
He's in the ICU, but I'm with him.
I'm at the hospital, Shiku…
Shiku, my child…
Shiku, there's no need to panic. He's fine now.
-Shiku? -Wally?
-Hello? -Wally?
Shiku?
-Wally, what's wrong? Wally? -Shiku, my child…
Yes, I'm right here.
Wally, look at me.
Wally, breathe. Please. Just breathe.
Wally…
Hold this. Hold on to it. Everything will be okay.
Okay?
I'm right here, okay?
Okay, breathe with me. Wally, please.
Wally, I'm here. It's okay, it's fine…
Don't worry. Just breathe. Just keep breathing.
I'm right here.
-Devika? -Yes, uncle?
-How is she, child? -She's fine now, I'm with her.
-Don't worry. -What if it happens again?
I have your number.
I'll call you if there's anything.
-Take care, child. -Yes, uncle. Goodbye.
Oh shit!
Arjun, gotta go. I'll call you from the car.
Just leave before Mom comes up.
Aren't we meeting Tee and J for breakfast?
Thank you for the updated proposals.
How is the prep for the third-year performance going?
Shakespeare's The Tempest, I heard?
It's going well, Ma'am. Why don't you come watch the rehearsals?
We've set it in the context of the Koli fishing community.
This will be the best Masterpiece yet, Ma'am.
-So, Paro and all quit the play? -Yes, Ma'am.
They quit the OC too.
But it's a good thing. Everything's going smoothly now.
All right. If you need anything, let me or Mr. Naik know about it.
Thank you, Ma'am.
Girls…
Ma'am, I was thinking…
Can I quit the OC as well?
The exams are right after Masterpiece.
And I need to focus on the scholarship as well, ma'am.
That's why…
Quitting doesn't sound like Paro.
Does it?
Just a little while longer.
Okay?
Mrs. Madan won't budge.
She thinks she owes Bakshi her job.
-And Naik wants a permanent gig-- -I know that, PD!
But I didn't think that you'd vote for them.
How long will you keep sitting on the fence between right and wrong?
There is no such thing as right or wrong.
There is! When it comes to certain things, there is.
Not everything is grey.
For a change listen to your heart and choose a side.
Friends, or the enemy.
And just in case it's not clear to you, Bakshi is the enemy.
-We're on the same-- -What? What are you looking at?
We're on the same side, Preet.
We just have different methods.
I try to solve problems through dialogue--
And me? What do I do?
What do I do? Say it.
Unbelievable.
Kuldeep used to say…
"You and your father are welcome to participate in the revolution, Wally."
"I'm happy with my guitar and my books."
Then why was he the one to get hurt?
He did nothing wrong.
He was the one who helped me discover my love for poetry…
my love for rap.
Do you know that I'm from Kashmir?
Wally, when there’s a fight…
many people…
despite not being on either side of the battle,
despite actively not wanting to be part of it…
are dragged into the fight anyway.
Sir, then what's the point of not picking a side?
What's the point of not participating in the fight?
If no one is safe…
everyone must learn to fight.
Especially the good guys.
A student of mine recently reminded me of these lines by Muktibodh…
“Sometimes you have to risk it all for the sake of self-expression.”
There comes a time in life,
when not taking risks becomes the riskiest thing of all.
You like poetry, right?
So, write.
Use your poems to channel your rage.
Wallika should be back soon. What are you doing, by the way?
Dude, this Fuckshi will fuck my career.
Zaaya was to collaborate with me based
on the brand engagement during the swimwear round.
Just me.
But, Ms. Bakshi canceled that round as well.
And now, I'm thinking…
So you're planning to do something by yourself?
Here, look.
I've planned it all out.
Holy mother of God, you want to do this?!
Too despo?
I'm despo too, for a scholarship.
If we aren't despo for the things we want, will we achieve anything in life?
No, right?
Despo is the besto.
Hey, isn't that Biz's Devilish Whirl? Nice shade.
No, it's pink.
Devika, Bakshi Ma'am wants to see you.
Thank you for doing this, Ma'am.
Ma'am, I was wondering…
If I could get an advance against the scholarship funds…
I don't know, Devika.
Ma'am, I'll get the scholarship though, right?
I can't say for sure right now, child.
If Masterpiece doesn't go off well, then…
It wasn't easy to defer your hostel fee submission either.
But at least I can do this for you.
You live on the ground floor, right?
Yes, Ma'am.
And Paro's on the same floor?
Devika, will you do something for me?
Yes, Ma'am.
Here.
Thank you, Ma'am.
-Hi! -Hi!
Tabby. Selfie for a follow?
Cheer up, babe, let's take a selfie!
Witch!
MA'AM, HOW MUCH FOR ONE NIGHT?
DO YOU OFFER A WEEKEND SPECIAL RATE?
Guys, we can't lose like this. Who's with me?
-Make sure you pass to Disha, okay? -Come on!
Go, Matilda House!
Come on, girls. Let's do this.
Come on, girls.
-Rani. -Yeah?
Trish…
Rani, I'm really sorry.
There was a wedding, I was rushing, I got pulled over by the cops--
Okay, that covers today.
And for the last match? What's your excuse?
I'm really sorry, Rani.
Look, Trisha. You used your money to get us these kits.
But if you find commitment for the team on sale anywhere, go buy that as well.
Or we're done with you.
Coach Gagan, we're ready.
I couldn't register anything, it just happened so quick…
You should've called us. I was trying to reach you.
But you cut my call.
You deactivated your account too…?
Who the hell does she think she is?
Freaking hobo college…
Should have just let their noses bleed.
Trisha, please, Tabby's going through something horrible,
-can we talk about this later? -Oh, my God, Devi, what now?
Did something bad actually happen, or are you just making a big deal out of it all?
-Learn to chill out. -What do you know about bad?
The worst that has ever happened to you is that
you didn't get sex at your own convenience.
You used me for notes, that guy for sex,
and your bloody team for attendance.
What did you give me in return?
Two bits of clothing for two hours,
which you and those bimbo friends of yours call me a "despo" for?
Yes, I am despo for more followers.
But I work for it. It isn't just handed to me on a platter.
And that's what I was doing yesterday when two assholes threw a sperm balloon at me.
And I know it makes no difference to you,
but just to clarify, it was traumatic, it is a big deal,
and no, I can just not chill out.
So fuck off.
Devi…
Have a look. Is it even any good?
You've written it, so it must be.
I don't know. I think it's shit.
"Each time you shut us up We will only yell louder…
Each time you push us We will only move forward"
Wally, this is really good!
I don't want to be scared, Devi.
When I write, I feel brave.
And if my words can bring change, then why am I stopping myself?
Because I'm afraid? That's bullshit, right?
Kuldeep…
I love him.
But I can't be him anymore.
I will help Paro.
Bakshi's censoring Masterpiece, that's not right.
The newspapers over there are calling what happened with Kuldeep "an accident."
Because everyone is scared of telling the truth.
But I will not be afraid now.
I need you by my side, Devi.
You'll come with me to meet Paro, right?
Shit!
Hide!
There were sounds coming from your room.
-You aren't up to any mischief, right? -Don't worry, Ma'am.
No mischief happening here.
Hi Mrs. Madan! Marigold Club!
Okay.
-Good night, girls. -Good night, Ma'am.
Thank God!
But this time, keep it a little quiet.
Guys, it's Wally. False alarm.
I'm in.
Wally!
I knew it!
Snitchy?
What's she doing here?
No chance, Paro.
If she makes another viral video then it’s going to be a real cluster fuck.
Aahana, first years are our future, remember?
But she's Snitch-ika!
Everyone changes when they come here. Maybe she's changed as well.
Maybe she's beginning to understand Matilda House now.
People deserve second chances.
Welcome to the gang.
Who died in here?
Besides this chicken who gave its life for us?
Sort it out.
Because someone is ensuring you two keep running amok like headless chickens.
I love that woman, but funny is just not her thing.
-Ice for you? -The usual.
See this.
So shall we plan an extra special cultural gathering this month?