FOR MY SWEETHEART. LOVE YOU… FOREVER.
Like the new dawn
-Hidden in the veil of night -Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry
A new you
-Hides in the shadow of these halls -Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry
Like fireflies…
Like little dreams…
Gleaming in our eyes
Lighting up the paths
That lead us to you
Big girls don't cry
527?
527!
5:45 a. m. , first bell.
6:00 a. m. , second bell.
6:10 a. m. , early tea.
6:25 a. m. , PT.
Got the schedule?
Lateness not tolerated.
Come here.
Open the trunk.
Chocolates, Maggi, chewing gum…
You got any of these?
We have our eyes everywhere.
Lying absolutely not tolerated.
I don't lie.
Change into your uniform and go for lunch!
Going out of the gate not tolerated.
Phones absolutely not tolerated!
Technology not tolerated.
Boys not tolerated.
Only brothers allowed.
KNOW THYSELF
Makeup, jewelry, nail polish…
Not tolerated.
Your uniform is your identity.
If you have any cash, deposit it,
or you will receive a yellow card.
Make sure it reaches my table.
Hey!
Your Highness!
Want me to call you a palanquin?
Move!
Let us be grateful…
For what we are about to receive.
Veg or non-veg?
Vegetarian. Egg only in desserts.
Food goes off the table on the third bell.
And the dessert on the fourth bell.
What's for dessert, Bearer-ji?
Heard about Demented Dia?
She wall-jumped the first night itself.
Suspension guaranteed.
Who you?
Kavya. Kavya Yadav.
527, Amaltas House.
Science Stream, Class 11.
You mean Pre-SC.
Get with the lingo, bimbo.
Listen, I can help you but…
charges apply.
Leave her alone, Mandy.
Itch your own ass, Pitts!
She's a scholly!
Keep distance.
Of course,
because what would be worse than brains and a scholarship, right?
Jealous.
Jealous of you, Pitts?!
Please.
Spread your stink elsewhere.
Stay away.
Is that her real name? Pitts?
No, it's Mithya.
She came to school before she discovered deodorant, so…
Just wait, you'll get nick-named as well.
Nah, I prefer Kavya.
Okay, here we are.
25 seconds over!
What a slow coach!
Excuse me?
You caused the 25-second delay at home.
Your mistake, you suffer.
Way of the world, kiddo.
At least come to say hi to Mom!
Nah, next time.
You go. Go, go, go.
Move.
Bye!
Leah, my child.
Surprise.
Get out!
Like it?
For the basketball captaincy?
No!
For the School Sports Captaincy.
-Dad, I didn't get the school-- -I know.
It's an advance gift.
You shouldn't be losing to your mom, right?
She is watching us from above.
-Hi, Ludo. -Hi!
I'll see you in four months, Mom…
Right here on your board.
Who's 251 M?
Sunaina Kumari.
Why?
Bloody klepto.
Gayatri is a lesbo…
Oh no, wait. Gayatri's climbing lesbo-trees!
-Shalini Saran dumped Rajiv Mehra! -Wait, what?!
Apparently, he cheated on her with…
With?!
With?
Sid Chanda.
See, I told you that day also it was true!
This is adorable.
This is so cute.
Ru?
Yes?
I swear if this place wasn't a phone prison,
I would have hit 10K this month.
I feel like crying.
Hey…
Big girls don't cry.
Remember?
BGDC.
Our first business together.
If we win the shed from Koylas…
I'm telling you, it's time to rule.
That's your department.
I am Mathang royalty.
We do not soil our hands with such trifles.
Wow!
Guess who is going to Venice for the Debutante Ball?
I told you!
JC!
The creme-de-la-creme of society…
All royalty will be there.
-Imagine gondola rides with princes. -Excuse me?!
December?
-Our winter holidays? -Yeah!
-Tiniest-pimple-on-the-bum-of-an-ant! -Yuck, bro!
-Gross! -Hang on a second!
You're ditching me for some random useless ball,
and I'm the one who is gross?!
I should thank Hajuraama for the invite.
I knew that witch had a hand in this!
And guess what? I was right!
-Roohi, she is my grandma. -So?!
Bloody Hitleraama she is, okay?
I'm telling you one day you'll believe me.
"I gasp,
caught mid-breath,
my heart hammering a million beats.
His fingers reach for my ear,
circling the lobe and then reaching for my hair,
the strands uncurling,
cascading onto my heaving bos… bosom.
I tell him,
Chetak…
-Stop--" -Stop!
Porno… for juniors?
Juniors, out!
-Right now! -But we've paid for the reading…
You vermin, who asked you to speak?
Everyone not in class 12… out!
Where are you going, Pluggy?
I'm not a twelthie.
Hey!
You are as good as a senior.
You only failed… twice?
Shut your mouth.
Come on ya, Plugs. Give us the goods.
We'll make your first edition a sell-out.
"Chetak looks at me,
love in his eyes,
as he lifts me up
onto the creaking tuition table.
I panic.
What if someone sees us?
What if someone enters?"
I have a message for Pluggy.
No, you don't.
You're just a despo, Muffy.
Okay.
I'm out.
Don't forget your promise.
And…
The first edition should be available by Founders.
No.
But it's the shed!
You have to be a part of tomorrow's fight.
-No. -Our gang's future is dependent
on the shed, come on!
This has been our dream for six years.
BGDC, babe!
I cannot help you, plain and simple, okay?
And…
Neither…
should you.
Of course,
because everything on Noor's vision board is written in stone, right?
Always!
Noor meticulously plans everything before she takes a single step.
Hey, Bat-from-Bengal,
spew your verbal diarrhea somewhere else, okay?
And Manjoree Haldar…
Please inform your badge mates.
Out!
Guess what I found in Pluggy's bag?
Stop, stop, stop!
"I felt Chetak's member…
against my aching…
skin. "
What?!
Exactly!
This really happened, dude?
Chetak and you had actual sex?
-And where was the tuition teacher? -Outside.
Students were paying their fees.
Oh, and you freaks just stripped right there?
Chetak shut the door.
How long did it last?
I didn't time it.
But like it was quite crazy.
-Condom? -Obvio. I'm not dumb.
Ribbed? Dotted?
Flavored?
Flavored.
Which one, Pluggy?
-Cherry. -Cherry?
-Coconut. -Coconut?
You tasted it, right?
Right?
Yeah!
So then?
No feel.
I lied, okay?
Happy now, witches?
Chetak… That wimp!
I dressed up every day for those stupid tuitions,
and all he wanted to do was play foot cricket with Madhurima.
Here, this might be my last contribution to your business.
Oh, Pluggy!
No one wants to hear sex stories
from some fat-fraud-old-virgin with a factory-sealed va-jay-jay.
Pluggy, stop with the fat shaming.
And this ageism.
Frankly, we don't care if you have had sex.
But I do!
Headmistress of Dumbos, Pluggy Prasad!
If you get caught…
We were never here!
Wake up, girls!
Get up!
Time to wake up! Wake up now!
Wake up, Aastha!
No more sleeping!
Blankets off.
Wake up! Wake up, girls!
Get up, girls!
Quick! Wake up!
-Good morning. -Put feet on the floor!
There's nothing good about this morning.
Come on, get up.
She's in jail, bro.
What? For real?! Arrested?
Yeah, full-on lock and key.
Dia Malik.
-More like Behind-Bars-Dia-Bolic. -Oh, God!
Did you hear?
-What? -No, what she said.
And you know who!
Oh, my God!
Yellow loos
-and their scribbles every day… -These bloody junis…
And ten, nine, eight, seven, six.
Seven, eight, nine, ten.
And ten, nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four…
Anandita Rawat!
Join Pre-SC Kabaddi right now!
You never follow my instructions.
Three, four, five, six, seven,
-eight, nine, ten, -No one can compete with me.
-Girls! -eleven,
-twelve, thirteen, -What are you doing?
-On the field right now! -fourteen.
Sorry, Ma'am Amrit.
What "sorry"?
I said on the field right now.
We are not allowed to do PT.
Really?
And you are allowed to ride horses?
Sorry? My Hindi is not so good.
What's the witch's problem?
Some kind of sweat fetish she has.
No, not PT, dumbo.
So?
Venice thing.
Hitleraama is brewing a hellbroth, and I need to know what.
It's a tradition, Ru.
All princesses do the ball when they turn 16.
Think of it as…
Networking for royalty!
Babe, it's more like matchmaking for royalty.
You wait.
That woman…
She's surely going to sell you to some--
Have you gone mad?!
I'm freakin' 17.
And she's my grandmother.
I've decided,
we're going to boys' school on Sunday.
Okay. And why is that?
Why is that?!
Before that witch gets you hitched to an old crank,
honey, you need to sample some lolls.
So many flavors out there!
But I want to go to Venice!
And shut up!
Go, Pluggy!
-Little elephant! -Yes!
-Go, Pluggy! -Yes!
-Kabaddi! Kabaddi! Kabaddi! -C'mon!
-Kabaddi! Kabaddi! Kabaddi!
-Catch her! -Kabaddi! Kabaddi! Kabaddi!
-Go for it! -Kabaddi! Kabaddi! Kabaddi!
-Kabaddi! Kabaddi-- -C'mon, grab her!
C'mon!
Kabaddi! Kabaddi! Kabaddi!
Come on!
C'mon, kiddo!
Go, go, go!
C'mon, kiddo!
-Go for it! -Kabaddi! Kabaddi! Kabaddi!
Kabaddi! Kabaddi! Kabaddi!
Well done, Kavya.
Okay, next raider ready?
Are you crazy?
Oh, my God, guys!
Who's this, Pluggy?
Is she "The Kabaddi Superstar"?
Yes, guys!
Meet Kayvia Jadav.
It's Kavya. Kavya Yadav.
Sorry. Yadav.
Hi, Kevin.
Excuse me, Pluggy, but is Ludo meant to perch on her head?
Oh, right. Sorry, can you just move back?
Hi. This is not a park
where you can stand wherever you please.
So can you please F. O. to the back?
Sorry.
-What's the problem? -What is wrong with you?
-Me? -No! Any clown you'll bring into the gang?
Come on, man!
Attention!
At ease!
Attention!
Turn around!
March forward!
Who.
Are.
You?
Who are you?
That is a question you need to ask yourselves as you join me
for the Diamond Jubilee year of Vandana Valley Girls School.
75 years of tradition.
Of classes, midterms,
graduations, and alumni,
who have changed our societies,
our country,
and the world.
That…
is the legacy you inherit when you wear this uniform.
Yet…
it is not that uniform that defines you.
What you do…
is who you are.
Know thyself!
My longing comes to my lips
As supplication of mine
Oh, God! May like a shining candle
Be the life of mine
May the darkness of this world
Disappear through this life of mine
May every place light up
With the sparkling light of mine
My longing comes to my lips
As a supplication of mine
Oh, God! May like a shining candle
Be the life of mine
My longing comes to my lips
As a supplication of mine
Oh, God! May like a shining candle
Be the life of mine
Come in.
Is our uniform not good enough for you?
Uniformed students look more like prisoners
than free birds, you know.
And honestly, I reckon my outfit should match how I feel inside.
So that you can give me the appropriate punishment.
And what should the appropriate punishment be for you?
Expulsion, of course, ma'am.
I've committed a heinous crime.
I deserve the strictest punishment.
Thank you for your candor, Miss Malik,
but maybe we should take a slightly more lenient approach.
Especially since you seem so…
deeply, deeply regretful.
No, ma'am, I don't regret anything.
You have to make an example out of me so that these…
plastic Barbies keep fearing you!
You're absolutely right.
Absolutely right!
The elephant is here.
-Excuse me. -Watch it, fatso!
Excuse me.
What's the rush?
C'mon, don't you have any awareness of your body?
I know, right?
Hi, Koylas.
It's Diamonds, alright!
Wait, you guys were responsible for the yellow loo scribbles?
How jelly can you be!
Meet me in the court
and I'll show you the true meaning of girl power.
-Can I join this power match? -She is here.
Good.
Which gang deserves this…
This key!
Who will win
this glorious shed,
to rule this school
and be a part of VVGS's legacy?
Don't worry, guys.
Relax.
We've decided to be chill this year.
Very.
We won't torture you guys like our SCs.
Put forward a leader. Quick!
C'mon, guys!
-I'm going. -Ru, you go. Go!
Okay.
Not bad.
The task is simple.
Very simple.
We will ask you questions,
and anyone from the gang can answer.
-But… -Twist!
Except for the gang leader.
-Shit. -Give the wrong answer
and your leader has to pay the price.
The leader will have to eat…
-green chilies! -Green chilies!
Damn it!
With every wrong answer,
the number of chilies doubles!
And the first leader to drink water…
gets her gang eliminated.
Ready?
Let's do this.
What year was the school founded?
1948!
Good.
We got this.
C'mon.
Are you fine?
Sad.
Which SC holds the record for the most number of neckties
received during Socials?
You! Shalini Verma!
And how many?
Is it 6?
-She's cheating! -Seven!
Seven!
And that's correct!
What color is the sky?
Blue!
What's my favorite color?
No good.
What's my favorite…
And then there were two.
Congratulations!
Come here, my baby.
Now go and wait.
You will get a message.
That message comes with a 24-hour timer
and your next target.
The first gang to bring the target here gets
-the shed! -The shed!
What's the target?
-Should we? -Should we?
-We should. -Okay.
Viddhi Aunty!
What kind of a moron doesn't know who Noor is?
-Yeah! -Noor, who will become the School Captain.
Noor, who will become President of the Moon.
Noor, who will go to Georgetown.
Noor, who will win 15 Nobel Prizes.
What do you guys want now?
Just a teeny-tiny help, Noor.
Pretty please.
Just give us the time, Noor, I swear, we will handle the rest. I promise.
All of you will be expelled.
Not if you help us.
Noor, what kind of friendship is this?
Think about the gang,
the promises we all made six years ago!
Please!
-Pretty please! -Please!
Manjoree,
what time does AV have her tea?
-11:25 a. m. -Why?
Nothing.
It's just…
that's also when the watchman starts patrolling.
Are you saying we should do this during the day?
That plan is psycho.
The Science Block classes are on.
-They have a direct view on-- -Anyway, I got to go, guys.
-Noor! Wait! Noor! What? -But…
571, your brother is here!
Daksh Malik. Here for Dia.
448. Yeah, she's expelled. Here.
No, she's in jail.
Okay, let me check.
448, Malti House!
Your brother is here!
448, your brother is here!
Dia Malik?
Fifteen minutes.
-There you are. -My chocolates?
They confiscated it.
Witches!
Why don't they just kill me?
You know they let me out only when I have classes?
It's like a freakin' jail!
Actually, you know what, Daksh?
-It's a marriage factory. -Absolutely.
They take everything that's good and unique about a person
-Bro… -and they just pick at it
until every girl in here becomes like some bride-robot,
who is just trained to service this patri--
So, Madam Prime Minister,
why this special treatment today?
Because Mom didn't drop me into a donation box right after my birth.
Dia, she loves you.
She loves you!
-She tolerates me. -Oh, man!
We all love you, and we all tolerate you.
No, you are right.
By the way, when are you planning to tell our "Model Parents"
that you're a ten-on-ten homo?
So, what do you have for me today?
Just give it to me, okay?
Are you my center?
Or my chains?
Gave me breath,
now give me death.
Say you hug,
but sow your trap.
Say you kiss but
sting like a brickbat.
Yep.
Pretty good.
Child-marriage specialist.
You're ridiculous.
Pay up.
Hurry up!
Jayshree Chhetry and Roohi Ahuja!
Should I tell Jeanette Ma'am to give Pre-SCs more homework?
Should I?
No, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am.
Prachi Postwal!
Is this what your parents sent you here for?
You want to become a postman?
Leave! Faster!
Roohi, fix that scarf before you strangle yourself.
What were you doing here?
"Hi, Jayshree, I don't know if this is…"
What is wrong with you?!
What?
Who is this Veer?
And why is he writing to me?
"A royal invite before we meet for the first time. "
What shit is this?
Did you write to some rando pretending to be me?
It's not a rando, it's Veer.
He's the star of Wood Oak, JC. He's a gold medalist.
He's a swimmer, shooter, dodger…
Don't get hyper.
Wood Oak's cutest boy is not an easy catch, JC.
He should know he's dealing with a princess.
Let him work hard for it.
Shoot, how should we reply?
We are not writing back, Ru.
My situation is different.
You have no idea what will happen if Hajuraama finds out.
Of course!
Wasn't the Princess spouting tall tales this morning?
"See, Ru, I make my own decisions from now on. "
-You know. -It's not funny, Ru.
Forget it.
Let's just write a reply for the sake of it.
We won't send it, I promise.
BGDC-Promise?
Okay.
Dear Veer,
I would like to be…
your Juliet.
-Oaky! Oaky! Oaky! -Oye, oye, oye!
Rotate it!
Pass to Ludo!
Take it.
-Oaky! Oaky! -Oye, oye!
Yes!
-Yeah! -Yes!
You!
Go back to the boy's side.
C'mon, rotate. Rotate, rotate!
-Steal the ball! -Steal the ball!
-Move! -Yes, move!
Pass me the ball!
Yes!
Well played!
Well played, girls!
Ludo!
-Ludo! -Autograph, please?
Ludo!
Hey! What's happening? I told you to go to the boy's side!
What are you laughing about?
You all come to the ground at 5:00 a. m.
Next time, just pass the freakin' ball!
What are we doing here?
Ludo!
Yeah, Ludo!
Well done, Sports Cap!
Thank you, School Cap!
Time to get Viddhi Aunty.
Step one.
Alert your troops.
TSA, CSA, and volume.
-Ma'am, may I please be excused? -Okay, come fast.
Step two.
Disable the defense.
Students, please pay attention.
In today's class, we are going to revise…
Hello?
I think I should be there by 2:00 p. m.
But don't wait for me, please.
We are going to revise the formula
that we have revised in the previous class.
So, what is the formula to find the simple interest?
Screws?
Take this.
-What is this? -Sorry.
Step three.
Create a diversion.
And a lot of drama.
-What's wrong, Anandita? -I need your help!
I cannot fail again.
Ma'am, I can't write the exam.
-I am feeling so stressed, ma'am. -Why?
No, look at me, ma'am. Please.
-Okay… -Please, help me.
Step four.
Never underestimate your rivals.
Happy expulsion!
Princess of No-One-Cares!
Ma'am, burners three and six are not working.
Is this your first visit to the chemistry lab?
Think of what to do! Don't make excuses.
Step five.
Eyes only on Vidhi Aunty.
Are you planning on jumping out, Miss Hassan?
I'm speaking to you.
Step six.
Stay calm.
Stay calm…
Where the hell is JC?!
Mithya! What is wrong with you girls today?
Nothing, ma'am.
Ma'am,
could you just come here for a second?
What?
Last step.
Pray for help.
What's happening?
Step back, stupid girl!
Kavya! What is wrong with you?!
Sisterhood holds tremendous power.
Never mess with it.
The shed will be your home,
your freedom, your safe place.
Protect it.
Congratulations.
And welcome home.
What about… Viddhi Aunty?
No!
It's three sets!
Oh, my God!
-Electric kettle. -No!
Guys, leftover snacks.
They even have a toaster!
Does it work?
Shit!
Why is it so dark in here?
Relax, guys, it's Noor.
Are you looking at this?
Oh, my God!
-This is amazing. -Noor!
You really saved our bum-bums!
Don't thank me,
thank your Kabaddi star, Kavya.
She saved your asses.
-What?! -Yeah.
Didn't I say?!
She belongs in our gang!
Slow down, chump!
We have been busting our asses for six years for this,
and your lezzer-crush gets in free?
-She is not my lezzer-crush! -No!
Zero! Never!
Okay, amigos, I have to go.
I have basketball practice.
Wait, you're not gonna pledge?
To us!
Our heels…
Red lipstick…
Instilling the fear of God in people.
To our crazy being the only thing that keeps us sane.
To…
BGDC.
To…
yours truly, Pluggy, finally opening her va-account!
Good luck, Pluggy.
But I'm the only one who gets to play with balls.
B.
G.
D.
C!
Kavya…
Thank you.