'I hate school, it's boring.'
'Listen to teachers' spew all day and make notes.'
'Puke them out at the exams.'
'There has to be a better way of learning.'
'I hate girls. They think too much.'
'She is so beautiful, how many boys speak to her.'
'What do they do? Am I pretty enough?'
'Am I good enough?'
'I hate myself, for looking the way I do.'
'For causing the reactions I do.'
'For being so scared of being hurt that I stop being myself.'
'I hate boys! They are so stupid.'
'They don't understand simple things and'
'then say that girls are so complicated.'
'Friends' is in progress, why turn it into 'How I Met Your Mother?'
Hey, Chhaya, what will you perform at the talent show?
- What? - Everyone is busy prepping.
Maybe we can perform together. See?
I dance really well.
You don't have to decide now. Take your time. Think about it.
'I f*** hate school.'
"The world says watch your step."
"It keeps saying it watch your step."
"The world says it, as it's what it must do."
"We are being defamed for no reason. That's it!"
"The world says watch your step."
He is amazing guys.
Guys, remember the other day Vada Pav felt the spice hit!
Oh! Yes.
After that, he sent for a plate of Gulab Jamuns.
Yes. As if he needs excuses to eat Gulab Jamuns.
Fat bugger!
I think, we should do something with the principal next.
No.
- Oh yes. - No.
Yes. He deserves it.
Man, this talent show is a different level of nonsense.
Sir went to Singapore with his family.
He saw kids get graded for performance arts.
So he got it here! 50 marks!
I will definitely fail, man.
Have you guys prepared something?
- Yes, I have a Idea. - Actually, Nandini likes poetry.
- I thought I would... - Wow Kabir!
- You have a sensitive side also! - Yeah.
No! I will write a very masculine poem.
Anyways, what will you do?
Nothing, I don't care about this show.
Do you want to do something together?
- Like? - Magic.
Magic. Seriously!
It's a simple trick. I saw on YouTube.
- There is a cupboard... - No. No, Dhruv.
Listen to me.
There is a cupboard have four doors with a false back door.
- Dhruv. - This cupboard...
If I agree on doing this with you do you won't share the boring details?
- Done. - Done.
The whole school will watch.
Dhruv Sharma's web of Maya.
I mean, web of illusion.
Web of Chhaya.
- Web of Chhaya... - So lame.
Listen.
You won't speak to her. She didn't respond to any of your messages.
She didn't even say hi to you in the class.
Not even to me.
Listen, Dhruv, my friend to deal with girls
a man needs to grow an extra pair.
No matter how hard they may beg or plead, we don't give in.
Once you give in, you lose your pair.
You don't let them drop, okay?
You will find her going crazy in love for you.
It's not love. We are just friends.
Friends! Friends!
Darn you!
Haven't you seen 'Maine Pyar Kiya'?
The leading man in it, Mohanish Behl
says that a boy and girl can never be friends.
We can only take a girl's sleep and her peace.
Get that?
Mohanish Behl isn't the leading man of the film.
What?
Secondly, a boy and girl can be friends.
It's not friendship, it's the friend zone.
Yes, Dhruv, this is all about the pair at play.
Don't give in! Don't let the pair drop!
Aren't you overusing the pair?
Heck, it's balls in English.
Or cojones in Spanish.
Would you like that, or find it cool?
It jars since we are calling it pair in our mother tongue.
It's not like that.
Listen to me. Promise me you won't say sorry to her.
Yes, okay.
Let's go for the talent show. We are getting late.
Yes, you carry on. I need to speak to Lucky Bhaiya.
- See you. - Bye, Lucky Bhaiya.
- Bye. - Bye.
- When will you take a bike? - Shut up and sit!
- I won't help you practice kissing, okay? - No!
Lucky Bhaiya, at our talent show I want to think of a poem for Nandini.
- She likes poems. - That's spoken like a man with a pair!
- Let's hear it. What did you compose? - Yes.
Nothing rhymes with Nandini.
I can't write anything.
If you compose poetry then...
Kiddo, I am a lover, not a killer.
Since I saw her, I learnt to write poetry.
Wow, Lucky Bhaiya. Amazing.
Until the ravenous night engulfs the torrid day again
and I rise to meet the stars.
Well after that beautiful poem by Nandini
we now have Sana Khan.
The title of my poem is A Girl.
I am a tree, don't cut me down.
- I am a girl, don't scold me. - Man.
"I said, if she listens"
"I will sing her a lullaby in her dreams."
Long live women empowerment! Long live.
This is dedicated to my guru, Shri Baba Jani.
The one I wrote this poem for is sitting in this hall.
The title of my poem is 'My Poem.'
You are my poem, I am your poet.
My younger brother's name is Ravi.
It's a new feeling like you get in the city of Mumbai, New!
Oh my poem.
Lalita and Savita can't match up to you.
You are my poem and I am your poet.
I hover around your school and home, constantly.
Nobody can beat me at this.
You teach English as if you are a Christian.
Without you, I am out of sorts.
You are my poem, I am your poet.
Your favorite student's name is Chhavi!
Whoo whoo! Yeah!
Well, for the last performance of the day
please give a huge round of applause for Chhaya Mittal.
'It's not enough to watch everyone perform.'
'You must embarrass yourself too.'
'Time to get done with this s***.'
Music.
'I have hit rock bottom.'
Wow, Chhaya Mittal, rocking as always.
Well, that is all for today.
We will all meet tomorrow for another round of performances.
Hi, Nandini, I heard your poem.
- It was darn good. - I know.
- Did you hear my poem? - Yes.
You loved it, right?
Right?
Why didn't you text it for the one you composed it?
- Why involve all of us? - The thing is
I wanted to make a grand gesture.
Because you know I have a lot of feelings in me.
- These feelings... - Kabir.
It's okay.
I know she is just a rebound, right?
Hi, Chhaya.
I saw what you did there.
What?
Nothing. As you said.
Dhruv, you don't know me as well as you think.
I said so before, let me repeat it.
I am sorry. I was really confused!
- And you were right. - Please, Dhruv.
You aren't the first boy in the world who messed up and said sorry.
- But doesn't mean it at all. - But I really mean it.
I am really sorry.
- Hi, Kabir. - Hi, Chhaya.
Hey, guys.
You were going to recite a poem for Nandini, right?
- When did you change your mind? - What did I do?
It was for Nandini!
Okay.
You did well too.
Walk, great.
I mean, it was okay.
Okay, Kabir, see you around.
Let's meet her tomorrow for the rest of the performances.
It is going to be great fun.
I think, our definitions of fun are very different.
Susu is performing first tomorrow.
He has a guitar photo in his room. I registered him for a guitar solo.
It is going to be great fun tomorrow.
Have fun.
Honestly, I just wish I could get out of here.
Yes, we will do something.
- Plan. - Yeah.
If I still had friends, I may have been able to do something.
- See you, Kabir. - Oh, God!
- Chhaya, you... - Where are you going, punk?
- Hey! - Kabir!
- We need to talk. - We?
Listen.
I know you are at an age when sometimes
you might just feel something for people around you.
No! I don't have any feelings.
Chhaya! Hi.
I know, you must be wishing you'd danced with me.
I mean, it was better than pacing around.
Yeah, Kavya, I feel the same.
Yes, but don't vent that anger on Dhruv.
- What? - He's said sorry so many times.
- I think, you should get back with him. - I don't want to get back.
- We were never with... - Dhruv is just a friend.
Friend?
All the more reason to forgive him.
Don't be so selfish.
If you stay with him, Kabir and I still have a chance.
Please, Kabir?
Buddy, enough! You've insulted me enough.
I told you not to let your pair drop.
Is it? With her you were like, hi Chhaya,
let's meet tomorrow. Should be fun.
Where was your pair then?
She's not friend zoning me.
Is it? How are you connected to her?
Not a friend?
- He's her brother in law. - Yes.
A boy and girl can never...
- Yes, okay, they can never be friends. - Yes.
Listen, you didn't listen to me and dropped your pair.
- What was the use? - You are correct.
I mean, how many times should I say sorry? I am done with this.
I mean, it's not such a huge error, right?
Well done.
Well done, my cheetah! Spoken like a true man.
Yes. Keep at this and
you will be in our league some day.
Possible it is.
I don't get it. What do I do on stage?
Susu, don't get stressed, my friend.
Your brother has set it up.
You don't have to perform and will get marks.
Kabir! Man!
You've saved me and shown how good a friend you are.
- Thank you. - Yes, yes.
Okay, do one thing.
Help Dhruv out too!
Poor guy is performing a magic trick without a partner.
Idiot! I will f*** him!
Kabir, the talent show reminds me.
- Did you read the poem? - Yes! I did.
But it didn't work.
Really? Who was in the audience?
Everyone was there.
- The teachers too? - Yes.
One moment.
Did you write that poem for Ms. Kavita?
Damn! No wonder after the show she gave me grief for 30 minutes.
Did she speak to you for 30 minutes after you read the poem?
- I wish I had recited it. - Next time, do it directly.
Don't bother to involve me.
- You are involved, buddy. - What do you mean?
- Shut up! - Lucky Bhaiya!
- Shut up! - Wait.
Let me complain to Ms. Kavita about you.
What are you doing here, Mr. Bhuller?
Years ago, my parents got married
and dad had a holiday once and...
- That's so funny. - Thank you.
With a son like him your life becomes a joke.
What did he do now?
Let me tell you. Come on.
Come with me. Come on.
Will you stand here? Let's go.
How many times I have told you, son?
What is on your mind, buddy?
Nothing, really.
I see you every day. I am aware of everything.
What can I say? I don't know what girls want.
Sometimes I think Kabir and Lucky Bhaiya are correct.
Are you crazy or what?
Will you listen to these two about girls?
One guy recites a poem by one person to someone else.
The other is faking being a father just to meet the teacher.
Forget about them.
Even if you speak to a wise man about love and friendship
you won't understand anything. It's not rocket science.
It's magic!
To begin today's show we have a solo guitar performance
- by master Susu. - Yeah, Susu!
You said that...
God, you are...
You've proved what a lousy friend you are, today.
- Master Susu. - Go on, buddy. Go on.
Dhruv.
Susu!
M***! Watch this space. This should be fun.
Friends, I didn't prepare anything special.
But I will do my best.
You've trapped him badly and for nothing.
I can't bear to see him being humiliated.
'Stop making that puppy face, you idiot.'
This video will go viral.
Retarded kid sucks at guitar.
No, no, something Indian.
The loser loses his load on seeing the guitar.
Help him.
Disgusting.
I will tell your name too.
Yeah, Susu!
Once more.
Wow! That would be a tough act to follow.
Let's see if Dhruv Sharma can work his magic.
Hi, guys.
I am...
I am just an ordinary guy.
I am just an ordinary, untalented
boring guy. But...
I am a bit stupid too.
But I have realized one thing.
That there is magic in this world.
Magic, which makes an ordinary, boring
untalented boy special.
Magic which makes boring situations fun!
It's the strongest magic in the world. It's not love.
It's friendship.
And today all of you will watch the magic of this friendship.
I need someone from audience for this trick. But not anyone.
Because, this magic doesn't work on everyone.
You.
Can you help me do this magic?
Please.
- Ready to get out of here? - What?
Look at this cupboard. Completely normal.
Can you please step inside the cupboard?
Friend in need is a friend indeed.
Friend in need is a friend in deed. Abracadabra alakazam.
Unfortunately
I am a bit inexperienced at magic.
So the re appearing isn't something I can do.
So that's all. You've been a great audience.
Thank you, thank you so much.
And now real magic.
Thanks for getting me out.
But don't imagine that everything is back to normal.
Yes, take your time.
I am in no hurry to get back to normal.
I am just trying to be a good friend.
You did succeed a bit with this try.
I haven't finished trying, yet.
How selfish are you? Want to have all the fun alone?
Let's do something for our other audience.
What do you mean?
Getting saved from boredom isn't enough.
Let's have a blast.
Society sleeps and must be woken up.
Offer it tea and wake it up.
Excuse me.
Move it, sister.
Move.
Why did she beat the drum and leave? gh.