Are you okay?
This is normal.
-Kartik Aaryan? -Yes.
You can call me Dr. K.
-Nurse! -Not her, her.
Nurse, give me my headphones.
What are you doing here?
-I work as a part-time doctor too. Thanks. -What?
-Hello, dear. -Hello.
-You are so young, good looking. -I know.
-So tall, handsome. -Yeah.
Are you married?
Madam, my work is so time consuming. Are you married?
Forget about me. Masaba is single.
-But whose baby is this? -Just imagine that it's yours.
So it's a yes then?
Mom, I'm dying and you are fretting about my marriage.
That's normal. So, you were praising me.
-Tell me. -I was saying, you're so hot, sexy…
I have a lot of stamina also. All thanks to this juice.
-What's in this juice? -Nurse, what's in this juice?
-Spinach, cucumber and green apple. -Dear, apples are red.
Fuck your apples! Do something, I'm dying here!
Masaba, it's all upto you now.
Breathe. Take a deep breath. Nurse, take off your coat.
Not yours, mine!
Deep breath. Yeah!
Push hard. Come on, India.
We'll show everyone! Come on!
What the actual fuck!
Okay, I really need to get my period, right now.
And I also really need to stop watching so many Bollywood films.
Fuck!
Big day today, guys!
Finally the day has come for the world to see my new baby,
my new collection!
See you guys at Flair Fashion Week!
One minute, sir, one minute.
Ma'am, one minute.
Ma'am.
Masaba is here. Good afternoon, Masaba ma'am.
Your show begins in 15 minutes.
There's a slight delay. So all the shows are overlapping.
Don't worry. On which stage?
Go on the main stage, stage one. On stage two…
-Thanks, got it. -Thank you.
Masaba's left for the main stage.
And action!
Those who turn a loss into a win are called mavericks.
And those who return after quitting films are called artists.
Today, we are joined by two such comeback queens on The Nayan Show.
First up is a '80s diva, who has rocked our screens
and is ready to light up our screens once more.
Welcoming Neelam Kothari Soni.
Come on.
And with her, we have the unbelievably talented and versatile, Neena Gupta.
-Is it fine? -Yeah.
-Okay, almost done, right? -Yeah.
Her eye liner also, please. Make it a bit thick over here.
Change her dress, please.
-Hi, Gehna! All set? -Hello, ma'am! Yes, ma'am.
-Hair, makeup, final checks… -Everything's done, ma'am.
Who are these guys taking photos? Photos are not allowed backstage.
Come on! Why are you feeling shy? It's our show. You also look like a model.
Excuse me.
Ma'am, how can I say no to our sponsors?
-Why did you let them in? -Sorry, ma'am. One minute.
-Want to see more? Let's go. -Let's go there. Come.
Bonjour, bitches! Not to fear. Your fashion fairy godmother is here.
Don't worry. I'm going to sort all of you out.
Except for you. There's no hope for you.
I told you. It's looking weird.
No, dude. You look fab! Don't worry about it.
-Masabi! Hi. -Hi!
-See, my fashion. -Very nice.
Even you're glowing. Something you need to tell me?
Fuck!
I'm not glowing. What's wrong with you? What are you saying?
Sweat from working. It's not glow.
-I hope so. -I just meant you're looking nice.
Thanks.
Hey, listen. All is sorted out here.
Go, take your seat. 'Cause some randos will go take it.
-Please smile… -Speaking of randos, what's going on here?
-The Charlie's Angels pose. Very nice. -This one?
Listen, please get him out of here. I'll be hugely grateful to you.
-It would be an honor. -Thank you.
Sir! Sir, please. I want a selfie with you.
I am your huge fan. Sir, please, one selfie.
-Who's she? -Ma'am, I'm obsessed with your heels.
-I want a selfie with you both. -We're leaving.
Sir, please. Ma'am, please.
You know, Neenaji, I've always wanted to ask you,
I've been wanting to come back. And I'm doing a little bit of work now.
But also the kind of offers that I'm getting, it's like,
you know, those typical mother roles.
-You know, the typical… Yeah. -Yeah. Have you eaten, son?
-Go to sleep, son. -Exactly. I mean, how do you do it?
I went through the same thing. I was so dissatisfied.
Then some friend said, "Why don't you make your own?"
-So, this Fursat I made. -Yeah.
So, I became the producer, director…
I used to even do the costumes, the set, everything.
And I wrote a role for myself.
-I got good writers. So you can do that. -Yeah.
-That's a very good idea. -Yeah.
Guys, we're ready for the next segment. You wanna come up on stage?
-Okay. -Okay.
So, here we are! Welcoming you to the next segment of The Nayan Show
with Neenaji and Neelam.
And like you know, it's called Troll, Baby, Troll.
You must have understood by its name what the segment is about.
You get more hate than you get love.
Today, we'll give you a chance to respond and reply to your trolls.
-I'm very happy. -I hate this.
But, Neelam, by the end of it you might just start liking it.
-No way! -So, we'll start with you Neenaji.
Okay.
One minute. Let me put on my glasses.
"Thanks, Neena Gupta and Gajraj Rao."
"Now I can't look at my parents without imagining them having sex."
"#KhushKhabri."
Good for you.
But I think, Neenaji, what they must have meant is
that it's a little uncomfortable to watch older people have sex.
But why do you see? You don't have to see.
How would you feel if they start watching you?
Just leave them alone, like how they leave you alone.
Point taken, Neenaji.
I think you answered me, and you answered the trolls as well.
Moving on to you, Neelam.
"Neelam seems like she thinks she lives in a Barjatya film in real life also."
"#JoinAConvent."
I mean, hello! Guys! You know, just because I don't abuse,
I don't like to use foul language, doesn't mean I've to go to a convent.
-Yeah! -Yeah! I am well brought up. Hello!
-Absolutely. -Sorry, one sec.
Yeah, please take it.
Hello.
Hey, you…
I told you to make vegetable, lentils, chicken…
Don't call me now. Bye.
Sorry.
-Listen, cut that out. -Absolutely.
So moving on to you.
"Please tell Neena Gupta nobody wants to see her on screen after Fursat."
"#JustRetire."
You know, Neenaji…
It might be about something else.
There's a lot of ageism that happens in our industry.
-Do you want us to remove this? -No. It's okay.
-We absolutely can. -No, I'm fine.
I'm not retiring at the moment.
And you will see me act a lot more.
You'll have to bear with me. Because I'm going to do a lot of stuff.
I'm also reviving Fursat.
Oh, my God! That's a revelation, Neenaji.
You're bringing Fursat back?
Are you reviving Fursat? Are you directing it too?
No, nothing is certain yet.
We're just working on it.
You mean Shekhar Mirza is making a comeback?
Neenaji just said it. Tell us. Come on, Neenaji, just tell us.
No. We'll make an official announcement, when it happens.
I have to go for Masaba's show.
-Thank you very much. Bye, everyone. -Bye.
Why are you here?
Go sit, the show is about to start.
Who sent it? Hey, Sasha, just put this with the other stuff.
I…
Hey, go. It's a full house.
Yeah.
I just thought I could hang out with you today, over here.
Watch the backstage fun.
There's no backstage fun. But, yeah, you can hang here.
If you're here, it'll be fun.
Ladies and gentlemen!
-Get in your seats, get ready. -Let's go!
You guys look amazing.
High energy. All smiles.
Just be super confident and enjoy yourselves.
Give it up for Masaba Gupta!
Yes!
Micky is having a blast.
Where are you guys going?
Why are they leaving? What's happening?
I don't know. This has never happened.
Is the collection so bad, that they can't sit till the end?
No, it's a great collection.
So, why the fuck are people leaving?
Okay, chill.
Micky. Hey, Micky? Micky? Hang on. What's going on?
Careful now. Easy on the kimono, babe.
Where are they all going?
Babe, love the collection. Right now I really have to go away. Okay?
One second. Where do you have to go?
To Qayanaat's show.
Who?
Qayanaat, you know? Q by Qayanaat.
-That Insta designer? -That's the one.
So, everyone's leaving my show to go see her show?
Masu! It's not like that. Seating is a bit limited there.
And after all this delay, her show starts right after yours.
I really have to go and get a good seat. Okay? I'll talk to you later.
No, one second. Micky.
You are the fucking editor of Flair Magazine. Okay?
I'm sure you can get a seat.
But right now, just please tell me, what the fuck is going on?
Why is everyone going to this chick's show?
I mean, she's not even a real designer.
She's done one collection. That too, for social media.
And that's exactly it.
She's never done a show before.
Everyone's dying to see what she's got up her sleeve, babe.
So a 22-year-old influencer is now stealing my audience?
Careful, Masu, your claws are showing.
Look, babe. It's not your fault.
We can't all be relevant forever, right?
You've had your day, today's her day.
Babe, you can't be the princess of fashion at 40 now, can you?
Who the fuck is 40?
Girl, you certainly aren't 20 anymore.
Look around. The crowds have changed. But you? You haven't changed at all.
Come here.
Masu, look, people are running away from your show.
And nobody is buying my magazine.
We have to keep up with these evolving times.
The world, it belongs to these kids now.
And you and I, we're just living in it.
I'm really sorry, babe.
Okay?
Hate to love you and leave you, babe. But, bye!
You heard it first right here that Fursat is coming back!
Shit.
Hey, I'm moving, man. I shouldn't have learned how to drive.
This bloody teenager, Qayanaat! Stealing my audience,
trending everywhere.
Nobody is talking about my show.
What is this?
Guys, can we please?
Fuck it, dude. I have bigger problems.
Like taking this damn test.
Dude, this Qayanaat's collection is so ridiculous.
Obviously, she has to resort to these gimmicks.
Well, clearly it's working.
Fuck! I can't drink before I take the test.
You know, this Qayanaat-Wayanaat and all are like sparklers.
They'll spark brightly for half a second, and then…
You, my love, are like Paro's diya from Devdas.
You will be lit for years, and years and years.
Fuck all this, you get out of here.
Go to the bar. At least one of us should be making money.
Forget it. The bar is on autopilot now. I don't need to go in every day.
Plus how can I leave you alone in this situation, my tragedy queen.
I'll be right back.
Potty?
-Hey, Qayanaat. -Masaba. Let's do real hugs.
We don't do air kisses. Come here.
Let me marinate in your aura.
You've been my inspiration since I was in my literal chuddies.
So I thought, I should at least come and see the new Masaba collection. I mean…
Is that it?
Patterns!
Again?
You know, it only happens when you really know yourself from within. You know?
It takes guts.
Me? I'm never satisfied.
I keep experimenting,
taking new chances, changing it up, you know how it is?
I know, thanks,
but I think when you've been doing this for so many years,
you don't have to try so hard.
Of course. I would have loved your thoughts on my collection,
but it sold out in ten minutes. Crazy, right?
What a stunning collection!
Oh, my God! What a beautiful green, man.
So many choices, I can't choose, man. My hubby's going to kill me.
But do one thing, doll, please. Quickly pack them all.
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to keep you from your customer.
No.
Sending you love and light.
You okay?
Why did you puke?
I had a lot of cupcakes.
And why did you not have champagne?
-I don't want to drink at work. -Right.
And what the fuck is this doing in your bag?
I've told you so many times, stop going through my shit.
What's wrong with you? Why aren't you telling me things?
When was your last period?
Is this the first test, or have you tested before?
And who the fuck is the dad?
Gia, can we not do this now? Someone will hear us.
You have to tell me, because you'll keep avoiding, tell me.
Fine, I'll do the math. After the divorce, you slept with that fucker Manav.
That was, what, eight months ago? Unless he came back to town?
No, he didn't.
Fine. With that other artsy fart of yours. What was his name? Jogi.
That was, what, six months ago?
Yeah! And then five months ago, and then three months ago, but that's it.
Really? What else have you not told me?
Nothing, man. You know everything.
So, somebody from your ho phase then.
-Hardly. -Ramen Guy.
Ramen Guy was too busy making out with the ramen to make out with me.
Elevator Guy? You made out with him.
He kinda got off before we could,
so what happens in the elevator, stays in the elevator.
Break-dance Guy. You definitely had sex with him, remember?
Break-dance Guy?
That guy, who could really move, like…
Fuck, wait! That was me. I hooked up with him.
I should call him back.
There's the Podcast Guy, who didn't stop talking?
There's the Vow of Silence Guy.
A welcome change from Podcast Guy.
I know who it is! The guy who loved eating pu…
Pudina chutney with samosa. He loved that shit.
I left all my work and came here to watch your show.
-But there's another show going on here. -Mom, Gia was just joking.
And this pregnancy test?
Is this also a joke?
What's going on Masaba? And with so many boys?
There weren't that many boys, Mom. They were just dates.
And you yourself keep on saying, "Find a boy."
"Get settled. Get married." I was doing the same.
In this way?
Are you going to marry these kind of boys?
Ramen, Pudina?
And a pregnancy test means you obviously didn't use condoms.
If not reputation, at least fear disease, Masaba.
Mom, what are you saying?
I'm not a reckless teenager!
You are behaving like a teenager.
What if it's positive?
I don't know. I'll figure it out.
When will you figure it out? After the birth of the baby?
What will you figure out? Are you going to keep the baby?
Are you going to raise it on your own? Get married?
What about your career? What? What will you figure out?
What?
Did you figure out all that when I was born?
No, right?
You were able to manage, so will I.
Your situation is very different to mine, Masaba.
I was not fooling around with so many boys.
Really?
That's the part you want to focus on right now?
Not me.
Everyone will focus on that!
I told you what all I went through. Didn't I tell you? Or have you forgotten?
Can you do all that?
Can you bear all that?
Times were different then, Mom. People have changed now.
They have not changed that much, Masaba.
Guys, do the test first. Then you can kill each other later.
Just go.
By the way, Neens, this color is fab. It's what, lime green, parrot green--
Shut up!
-Negative. -Yes.
Thank God.
What?
I now know what you think of me.
Today, I didn't need your lecture, I needed your support, Mom.
What? I can drink now.
Hey, Wendell sir. I miss you so much!
I could really use a hug from you right now.
I'll call you soon.
Love you.
You are celebrating alone?
Celebrating what?
That I…
I try to do everything, and then don't land up doing anything correctly.
Sometimes, my career is going great, but my personal life is in a mess,
and when my personal life is going great, my career is a mess.
And today was a disaster on both fronts.
But your collection is getting rave reviews.
It's not a complete disaster.
Reviews don't matter.
We were sitting idle in the booth
and Qayanaat's collection sells out in ten minutes.
You know, I used to think I'm this young, cool, disruptor.
But today, I felt that
I've been replaced.
Micky was right.
I have to work ten times harder, if I have to keep up with these newbies.
But why?
-I just said it. -No, I heard what you had to say.
But I don't understand why you're going to invest all your time and energy
competing with some toddlers?
Honestly, they are not even in the same league as you, Masaba.
And you can't be feeling insecure every time some new kid does well.
Focus on your work.
You know, take it to the next level. Just don't go backwards.
Dude, you're so fucking right!
To hell with that Qayanaat and all!
-That mosquito won't get my attention! -Exactly!
Why should I worry about being the bigger show?
I mean, I've been in the industry for ten years.
I should be the grand fucking finale.
-I totally agree with you. -Yeah.
Dude, Dhairya,
you are a very wise man. You know that? Have I ever told you that?
Never.
But you are.
Thank you.
Right, now my professional life is sorted.
I'm going to go into it all guns blazing.
Now, if you have any expert advice for my personal life, please tell me.
That's always a bit tricky.
Because that's not always in our control.
But I've got a feeling, good things are coming your way, Masaba.
Balls, good things will come my way.
And honesty, let's forget about this personal life bullshit.
I'm obviously very bad at it.
And you're right.
From now on, no men, only work.
I'm going to focus on what I can control
and be the king of this fucking fashion industry.
But that's not what I meant about…
-Good talk, great talk! -Okay.
That's not what I meant, Masaba.
I'm done being the princess of fashion.
I'm going to be the king.
Subtitle translation by: Sanjay Malhotra