Good morning.
The Student Council is now open for discussion.
Last year, we were told computers would be set up in the lab,
-along with coding software. -Right!
Why don't we just bring you Wi-Fi, computers, and online streaming…
straight to your bed?
Who will monitor this?
What about online predators?
But computers are allowed in other schools.
Even in dorms.
We are not any other school.
You're a VV.
You are a part of such a glorious legacy.
Please think your proposals through before wasting the Council's time.
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
-Stop crying. -Hey, Noor…
She is roasting people inside.
I would avoid.
Out!
Come.
I'm dropping my last name.
I'm going to be Noor now, ma'am.
Just Noor.
Do your parents know about this?
Of course!
You know they are artists.
My last name is kind of their legacy.
And instead of tying myself to their history, their legacy,
I thought, I'll make my own.
Besides, do you know what Noor means, ma'am?
Beautiful.
So, why would I want anything more?
Noor, I don't think you've thought this through.
This is a big decision.
College applications, your scholarship recommendations…
You will need to do all the paperwork again.
Ma'am, I'm sure.
Well, you have to give it in writing,
with your parent's signature.
Of course!
Just arrange for the form, please?
Come on in!
Come in, guys!
Thank you for signing up for the auditions.
I'm the new drama teacher, Aliya Lamba.
I'll be directing our Diamond Jubilee's play.
Very proudly.
Ma'am, is it true, you're a VV?
Yes, I am.
Class of '09.
But please, don't call me "ma'am, " okay?
-So, we'll have costumes… -Which house, ma'am?
Malti, 495.
-So, as I was saying… -Yikes!
-Malti-Malti… -Always crappy and faulty!
Zip it!
Listen, there's a roar in the streets…
-Amaltas house is full of thieves! -Okay! Girls!
Calm down! Settle down, girls.
Guys!
Guys, settle down.
Guys!
Next!
"Sing-ass…"
Oh, the throne.
"The throne, like…"
When the throne trembled, Rajvansh…
"The Royals…" What's the next line?
"Hill?"
Rajvan…
"Rajvanshon…"
When the throne trembled,
-the royals had bhr… -That's enough.
-Bhri… -Bhrikuti!
-Bhrik… -Bhrikuti.
Do you even know what it is?
Does anyone here know who wrote this poem?
-Yeah? -Taylor Swift?
-Subhadra Kumari Chauhan. -Nerd alert.
Yes!
Thank you!
Guys, she was the first Indian woman
to get jailed for resisting the British.
She marched with Gandhi-ji,
wrote poems in jail…
And I know that you think you're gangsta.
But SKC was OG!
So, show some respect?
I'll go…
I have my own version of SKCs.
-You write? -Yes, I do.
Tee me up? Just the chorus.
Sure.
As the freedom movement Of 1857 took flight
Old swords glittered anew
The Bundelas And Harbolas sang of her courage
How the Queen of Jhansi Defeated the British like a man!
To think of girls as weak
Is as old as the days of yore
Talks of gender equality
Might be new for everyone
The art of self-defense Every girl should commence
The many benefits of feminism Should be recognized by one and all
The Bundelas and Harbolas should have
Rewritten their songs…
Let men be left to fight like men
For this is the story of a woman
Wow!
That's what I meant when I said make it your own.
Dia Malik.
Good job…
Dia Malik!
LONG LIVE THE VAGINA
Yikes! Too much dandruff.
-Double wash, double cost. -Hey, JC.
You got a letter from Wood Oak.
Pay up.
Roohi, behave, please.
-Love is in the air! -You liar!
You made me a BGDC-Promise!
Are you crazy? Stop it!
You promised you wouldn't send the letter!
Is this the final look?
Yeah.
We should call you Junior Patani.
We should call her "Jatani!"
-Yeah, Jatani. -That's your new nickname!
Sorry, but they already call me Hermione.
These samosas are for you, Roohi.
-Sorry, ma'am. -I had fire.
Shut up!
Two plates!
-No, it's-- -When is the St. Abbot's game, Leah?
-Good evening, ma'am. -Good evening, ma'am.
Good evening.
Next week, ma'am.
You do know that we love trophies.
And we hate lipstick, Ms. Chhetri.
Even if it comes under the guise of chapstick.
Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am.
Thank you.
Good morning.
-Watch your manners! -Sorry, ma'am. I'm sorry.
See, I wasn't "lezzing out" with some "younger stray. "
She's a bomb!
First, test,
then trust.
Do one thing. Invite her on Sunday.
We anyway need a replacement for Princess JC.
I swear!
It's Sunday, baby!
You've been the talk of the town Ever since you came down from Chandigarh
The cops at the city square Sigh when they see you
That mole on your chin, my lovely…
Is like a spot on the moon
Those black shades…
Those black shades look so good on you--
Tenthies are not allowed in Pre-SC dorms!
Do you want to be punished?
Yes, ma'am.
Please,
punish me.
How dare you?
You have no respect!
I'm so sorry.
What can I do to make it up to you?
Dismissed.
Not so easily, Leah Joseph.
How about we…
Ludo!
Let's go! We'll be late for our outing.
Just handling some basketball stuff.
As you can see, we have everything
except the funding for the Science Block.
I heard what transpired at the board meeting.
Do it.
Mittal is a good friend for the school to have.
Just meet him.
Vipin-ji, that's not an option.
Neither do I want to meet Mr. Mittal,
nor do I want his money.
Giving him a place on the board?
I can't take the chance. It's…
too dangerous.
How would one more member make a difference?
You have had the school under your control for 12 years now.
The board will always listen to Anita Verma.
-Trust me. -Vipin-ji, he's a capitalist.
I mean, all he thinks of is profits and returns.
This is Vandana Valley we're talking about.
Not some burger joint we can easily open a new franchise of.
What do I say, Anita-ji? I mean--
Don't say anything!
VVGS doesn't need Mittal.
We have you.
Okay.
I'll think of something.
Okay.
For now, you enjoy these.
The best almonds in Kalvipuram.
Of course!
And I'm really sorry, but you'll have to excuse me.
Local guardian's duty calls.
-You know. -Yeah.
Say it.
Do you want to come with us or not?
They won't let you out without this form.
Now, take this signed form to them
and ask for a Sunday Outing Pass.
Dolly!
Papa!
-Hi, Uncle! -Hey guys, passes!
Roohi Ahuja.
Kavya Yadav.
Naaz Hassan.
All good?
Sir.
You can proceed, sir.
Thank you. Come, girls.
So?
You keep quiet. How can you complain?
It's fine. It's okay for you.
-Dolly? -Yes?
I need to go to the bank.
Papa!
So I thought I'll drop you girls at…
-Pitchies? -Oh, my God!
-Thank you so much, Uncle! -Thank you, Uncle!
Okay, what are we gonna order?
-Milkshakes! -Milkshakes!
And fries as well.
I don't have all of it!
You guys have a battle going on.
-Last time, the stuff was… -And girls…
-Oh, my God! -Thank you, Uncle!
Can I have mine?
Oh, Pluggy, can you text Robot?
Yeah, I'm texting him.
-What? -For GPP.
Too Tiger Shroff.
-What?! -Can I see?
Yes.
How about that one?
-Too Vicky Kaushal. -What?
This one can definitely plug Pluggy.
-No, wait. No! -Shut up!
Give.
-Your burger is here. -Let me eat.
-Can you hold mine? -Yeah, obviously.
-Who's got the chocolate shake? -I want to go to that one.
-Why? -Guys, I have it.
Let's go.
-Don't drop anything! -You sure you don't wanna grab a bite?
What?!
Why?!
It's chic.
Just Noor.
-Simple. -What does chic mean?
Noor Hassan, isn't that, like, wrong?
As if you won't change yours after marriage.
Mrs. Anandita Chetak Bajaj.
It's so weird.
Like something Dad would do.
Should I do the same?
Dad would want you to be original, right?
Not a copycat.
Don't tell him, okay?
It's a surprise.
No.
But seriously, what is the issue?
No "issue. "
Many people do it these days.
-Like? -Malala, Kajol.
-Hitler. -Madonna!
Sridevi!
Robot!
My man!
Fresh meat?
Are you witches sacrificing humans now?
This is Robot.
Robot, Kavya.
Asad.
Easy there, tiger.
Calm down.
Asad is a home-friend.
Long live Saharanpur Party!
He doesn't have any friends of his own.
So, we kinda had to adopt him.
-What the hell? Who's charity? -Just calm down.
Why don't you just sit on her lap instead?
You heard about Demented Dia?
No.
Wall-hopped!
-Forget about everything else. -What?
We need…
boys.
Fresh air.
And the Sun feels so wonderful on my skin!
Get back inside.
Your hair is flying everywhere.
Sit quietly.
Traveling always takes a toll on her.
You tell me.
How are you?
All okay in school?
I'm so proud of you.
The way you conduct yourself.
Your grandfather always said,
"We are our legacy. "
Hey!
We missed the left to the palace.
I have to show you the gardens.
And the peacocks!
Mom, we're not in Mathang.
Hajuraama!
Come on, let's go. I'm hungry.
Hey, say hi to Mom!
-Bless you. -JC!
I just got your message.
So glad…
Wait, is this…?
Jai Ho!
Oh, Queen Mother, the humble Veer Kapadia bows before you.
Did I say something wrong?
And here we are.
Welcome home, girls.
-Hurry up. -Shut the door. Easy.
Be careful. Okay.
Come on, everyone.
Okay, Dolly.
You see any changes?
Don't say that!
This time, I really have to…
I have to make it to the march-past squad this year. For Papa!
Noor, are you listening?
You gotta pick me.
-Hi, girls! -No favoritism.
Missed you!
Better not to have friends than to have one like you.
It's been so long!
Hi, Naaz.
You girls must be starving.
Come, we've made Roohi's favorites today.
-Come on. -Nice, Mom.
But Dad beat you to it.
You could have called to let me know.
It's Dolly's day off, so Dolly decides. I cannot help it.
And we had fun, right?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Yeah.
It's not as if you cooked it. It's alright.
We'll have it later.
Sorry. Bye, Uncle and Auntie.
Bye.
So, are you done with your mantras for the day?
Do not insult my faith, Vipin.
It's a prayer circle.
Unlike you, not everyone seeks solace in poker and whiskey.
Bhagyashree!
Clear the table!
Serve it when Vipin's poker friends show up.
Dolly and her friends are upstairs. Go ahead.
Speak up…
-This is a color of friendship too -Welcome to the zoo!
Kavya is here! Kavya!
-Kavya! -She's opened the door.
Now she's looking at me because…
Kavya! Kavya!
She's walking towards…
Never mind.
Come, look at me, babe.
-Come, give me a smile. -A smile!
And sing…
Hey guys, did you see Oman Hassan's latest post?
-What? No. -No.
Noor!
Show me.
Oh, my God. That's crazy.
Noor, when did this happen?
Let me explain.
Noted performance artist
Zulfikar Omar Hassan
was taken in cuffs outside the American Embassy for burning his US Visa.
Noor's dad…
was protesting the administration's latest wave of anti-immigration policies.
He's too good.
That's Mom.
They are a team.
I want to grow up to be just like your dad.
-You are already 18, Robot! -Dude, how much
-more "grown up" do you want to be? -Anyway…
-Hey, take it easy. -Kavya, it's time. Come on.
-Come and meet your wardrobe specialist. -What's your PC handle?
I'm not on Pixtachat.
Are you from some village?
No-Pixtachat is the new Pixtachat.
-Asad. -Get on board, Ru.
So, where are you from?
All over.
Meaning?
My dad… He's got factories.
So we travel around a lot.
Sorry, Ms. Yadav, you'll have to change.
Oh, yeah. Change first. Get up.
-Asad, get up. Don't watch her changing. -C'mon!
Weirdo.
Roohi…
Can I borrow your phone for a bit?
-Thanks. -I'll meet you outside.
Cool.
I'm sorry your lunch got wasted.
It's okay.
You know, I was thinking of a lotus flower today.
Its beauty remains unaffected by the filth around it.
I keep asking your daddy to let go.
I mean, all the extravaganza, the poker games…
-They make you happy but your soul… -Mom,
I left my friends alone and came here to spend time with you.
And you want to sit and bitch about Dad?
Please stop it!
You always side with him,
-and I am left all alone. -Whose side am I taking, Mummy?
And what is your charger doing in my room?
I can't take his snoring anymore.
I see.
So, you sleep in my room.
Don't try to meddle in our problems.
Trust me, Mom, I'm not even interested.
Just try to be bloody normal during my outings, okay?
Hajuraama,
why can't we try natural therapy?
Those doctors in Bhutan…
I heard they're really good.
Take some cookies.
You've barely eaten.
But it's good that you're maintaining your figure.
We won't have to get your clothes redone for Venice.
Nothing is cheap nowadays.
Why are we going?
What do you mean?
No, I know it's the ball, but why do you want me to go?
Princess,
you've always been wiser than your years.
The Prince of Bikaner is attending.
Our families have always been friendly.
Who was that boy?
Which boy?
Good.
Our legacy depends on your choices.
You know that.
Get Pluggy Plugged!
What a stupid plan!
And you guys…
Shame on you for shaming her into this.
GPP is my plan.
And my besties are just being my besties.
My fifi needs some love, man.
She's a free woman, Asad.
Exactly!
Freedom doesn't mean that you go around dicking some randos.
And seriously, you call your vagina "fifi"?
No! You're right.
Please continue your mansplaining, Monsieur Patriarchy!
Technically, we should be calling it vulva.
-Vagina defines it in relation to the pe-- -Noor-i-pedia-dot-com!
Oh, my God!
Oh, Miss Yadav!
Big girls don't cry
Too good!
Love it.
Big girls don't cry
Wow!
Big girls don't cry
-Wander a bit, pause a while -Okay, I was wrong…
-You need to be on Pixtachat! -Hold my hands
-Let’s close our eyes -Hey, chill.
-I got it! -Let's fly
I know who we can use for GPP.
Who?
-Trunks full -Remember my cousin?
-With all our fears -From London?
-Jojo? -Yes!
-Let’s wander here -Great idea, Ludo!
-Let's fly… -Bond.
Pluggy Bond!
-License to fu-- -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…
You were right.
Venice isn't just…
Venice.
So,
what do we do?
Mom is also getting worse.
Hey, big girls…
Don't cry.
I remember.
How was your Sunday?
Got smothered?
Yeah. Typical.
Full-on love.
At least one of us is good.
So,
any other memory, by any chance? I mean…
Should I say…
Memo-Veer?
You are just shameless!
After you promised me you'd never write back.
Tell me something. Was he cute or not?
No!
No more letters!
Hajuraama will kill me!
I knew it!
Sleep.
Profit. Profit equals…
Thank you, ma'am.
Good job!
Talk to Mithya about joining the Chemistry Club, okay?
Yes, ma'am.
No play practice after dinner.
No sessions outside the campus. No outings.
You'll attend the classes and head straight to the hospital.
From the hospital, you'll go to the play rehearsals,
and then you'll go back to the hospital.
The nurse will sign all your in and out slips.
Are we clear?
I'll agree to everything…
but I cannot stay in the hospital.
You happen to be blacklisted.
Perhaps you forgot this little detail when you auditioned for this play.
But since she wanted it so badly…
These are the terms. Take it or leave it.
In that case, ma'am,
I will bow out.
I'll just rot in the hospital and think on my sins.
Ma'am,
Dia auditioned and got this part purely on merit.
This play needs Dia.
I am ready to take full responsibility for her.
A single mess-up anywhere, and I promise, I'll dismiss her.
Indeed our survival itself is centered around the need to win.
We are, at a fundamental level, competitive.
The construct of an ethical and just society
has always been an idealist solution
and not a practical development model.
Sacrifice and experiment create progress,
and it has always come at the cost of morality.
-Winning requires tough choices -Hey!
and the grit to carry out these choices
-Welcome to the adult's table. -have and will always require ambition,
determination, and a moral compromise.
The "Pixtachat influencers" among us may have choices
but for the rest of us
who want to shape the world and get things done,
"playing nice" is no longer an option.
Your IQ matches your Cat-Pen. Obviously, you'd resort to something like this.
You leave Lady Kat out of this, okay?
-Congratulations, Noor. -Yeah, sure.
-You thief! -What?!
-Yes, you! Thief! -Excuse me!
You stole my capitalist greed argument, you thief!
Wow! How dare you call me a thief!
Listen, she cheated.
Is this how you VVs like to win?
Don't be such a crybaby, Vivek.
Is this how you Oakies like to lose?
Listen…
Look, what I found at your "adult's table. "
You're a group of girls…
Same age, same clothes, same food… yada, yada!
But you all wouldn't agree on this one thing.
Who and what is a perfect woman?
And that is the point of our play.
Who is this perfect woman?
Woman or superwoman?
The cast list is mentioned on the sheet.
It also contains who is playing what.
So, please go through it.
Is this all in Hindi?
The boat has sunk.
These pseudos don't know anything beyond Riverdale.
Excuse me?
Yeah, can we just… Vote her out of the…?
-Yes, please! -Yes.
-No, please. -Yes, please!
Who is Kavya Yadav?
So, you are the competition.
Do you even know what you're doing, Madam Woman?
Dia!
Behave.
It's okay, ma'am.
The vibe's perfect for the play.
Full public school vibes.
If you know what I mean.
I do.
I know enough to tell the difference between cocky,
condescending, conceited,
and classist.
Got it, or do I need to translate it into Hindi?
Madam Superwoman?
Good enough, I guess.
I have to say,
I didn't think you'd ever be open to horses.
Like ever.
No, man.
How will I grow if I don't step out of my comfort zone?
And for how long can I stay jealous of your bloody horse!
Time to ride.
-Vishaka! -Yes, ma'am.
Put your head inside the bus!
-Sorry, ma'am. -Your hands too!
Oh, my God!
What a coincidence!
Is that Mr. Veer?
-Hi, Roohi. -Hi!
I need to go pee!
I'm going to go find the toilets.
I'll catch you guys later. Bye!
Hi.
I'm really sorry about the grandmother thing.
-I was just… -No, it's okay.
You ride?
No.
But I wanted to learn, so…
Actually,
Roohi and I are brace buddies,
and she told me you're coming here.
So I thought I'd come and see you.
You ride?
Yeah.
This is Tejas.
We've been friends since we joined VV.
Isn't that right?
How long have you been riding?
Okay.
-JC! -My God!
Hey, Mithya.
-Over here. -Hi, come.
I heard you're joining the Chem Club?
We have to win the Chemex this year, okay?
We will.
It's not easy.
It's very tough.
Two chow mein.
So, I was saying we meet post lunch, four times a week.
-Yes. -So…
-What? -You should join us.
Okay, done.
Sure. See you.
We're not just friends,
we are family.
This family has been the same for the last five years,
but something is about to change today.
Class topper, Kabaddi revenge-taker,
prank-saver,
VVGS's brilliant debutant actress,
and Anita-sneezer…
Kavya Yadav,
would you like to join our family?
Yes!
Welcome to the gang.
Birds of a feather Will always flock together…
We laugh sometimes
And sometimes shed tears… Birds of a feather
We soar…
We soar high together…
We laugh sometimes
And sometimes shed tears… Birds of the same feather
We feed on the seed of friendship…
Sorry.
Good morning, ma'am.
Everybody…
pens down!
This name change thing… You're sure about it?
What do you think?
Last five! C'mon, Shruti, it's mid-court,
not ten inches above mid-court!
Didn't know you were even looking at us.
Got something to say?
Don't you think some of us get the ball more than others?
What did you say?
You too would get the ball, if you could do this.
Fifty laps!
Both of you.
What did I do?
Seventy-five laps! You want more?!
Do not ever talk back in front of others.
Whatever we have off-court, stays off-court.
And what do we have off-court?
Nothing.
Ten, nine,
eighth, seven,
six, five,
four, three,
two, one!
Oh…
Fallback!
Fallback and retake! Retake!
Are you okay, Ludo?
Who are you hiding from?
Everyone.
Come on!
Come on, cheer up!
If you want something, you have to fight.
I fight. I fight for everything!
Except us.
What even is this, Vidushi?
What does your heart tell you?
I don't know.
Come on, Ludo! Come on!
Fight, Ludo. Fight!
Who do I fight for this?
My father?
Our school?
The system?
Fight for who you are.
Fight for your heart.
Yes!
Ready to fight?