-MG! -Yes?
You're the guest judge today for India's Next Top Fashion Designer.
-Big day! Excited? -More like big disaster.
What happened now?
I've woken up with a stiff neck.
This always happens to me when I'm super stressed.
This Aisha's pitch didn't go well.
And this investor meeting and this party…
And I haven't taken a day off in months.
Listen, can we please postpone this shoot today?
Hello! I pee every time I sneeze.
If I can come with this bladder, you too can come with your stiff neck.
Just come.
And that Qayanaat is also coming. You want her to steal your limelight?
Okay, fine. I'm coming. Chill.
Hey, bring it here from there. Come on, chop-chop, do it.
-Thanks. -Come on, out! Let's roll. And…
INTFD Fashion Show. Scene One. Take One. And…
Action!
Welcome to another episode of India's Next Top Fashion Designer.
Here are your top three designers with their muses.
The finale theme for today is "Your roots are showing."
And here's our first contestant, Harman from Punjab.
Hello, judges! Today, I bring with me on this stage the fragrance of my village.
My family…
For generations, all the men in my family have been farmers.
And when I told them that I'll be a fashion designer,
they said, "What? You want to be a tailor?"
And then they threw me out of the house.
What is all this drama?
What a tragic tale, Harman.
Let's see what Milind and our guest judges have to say.
-So, frankly, I think… -I think…
One at a time, please.
-Go ahead. -Sure.
Harman, darling, I think the way that you bring out the pain in your art,
it's beautiful! It's sublime!
Says the actual pain in the neck!
Harman, your heart is in the right place.
But your zippers are not.
You can't go on repeating the same thing. You have to keep experimenting.
Like I always say. If you want to stay, you gotta slay.
Remember that.
I have to disagree. I quite liked what you did.
I'd wear that jacket in a heartbeat.
-Really? -Yeah!
Thank you. Thank you, judges.
And cut!
Say three, two, one, sublime! Sublime!
Small laugh.
Medium laugh.
Heavy laugh.
-Okay, and, last one. Crying. -Here.
MG, listen, such diplomacy won't do. Spice it up.
Don't sit there like a baked broccoli! Be a karaari bhindi.
What's the use of bagging a guest appearance if you can't make any impact?
I'm just being honest. What should I do? It's a reality show, right?
Don't talk like Gehna.
If you can't get emotional, then be a bitch.
-Why, man? -Okay, tell me one thing.
Who's the most memorable judge on American Idol?
Simon Cowell?
Exactly. Nobody remembers the nice judges.
But I can't be a bitch.
Of course, you can, darling.
I do it every week. We all have an inner bitch.
Just let it come out and play.
-You are so funny, Mils. -Yeah, I know.
-Mils! Mils! Mils! -What? Yes.
Look at this thing I did for Alia for La Femme.
Look at the look.
Bloody show-off. That cover was supposed to be mine.
These actresses are after me to do all their looks.
You do menswear?
I mean, Ranveer and Tiger reached out.
But I don't watch Hindi movies, you know.
Why don't you move to Hollywood and leave us alone then?
MG, spice it up any way you can.
The spotlight should be on you, not on Qayanaat.
-I like that as well. -Perhaps, we can…
-We can do something, let me… -What about…
Somebody needs to put this kid in her place.
I'm ready.
Okay. Don't smile.
You two are getting a divorce.
-Okay. -Serious.
A bit of heartbreak. With an underlining of longing.
-Neenaji, please. -Don't do that, man.
-Okay, sorry. -Serious, guys.
-Rain. -Rain.
Rain signifies tears. And those tears are inside you.
-Okay, and that… -Hold that, Neenaji.
-Which one? -Just that. Look away. Hold--
What should I hold?
-Guys! -Okay, sorry.
Sorry. Tell us what's next. Give us something else.
Give it, fast. It's too good.
-Come here. -No. Do one thing.
We're not making a happy, family film.
Okay, we'll make a sad face.
Can we do one thing? Can we look away?
-Back-to-back. -How?
-Yes, okay, like this, yes. -Like this, yes.
What should I do now?
-Sad face. -Just hold.
-Let's do one thing. -Yes.
Let's maintain that coldness, and face each other. Right?
-Cold. -Look into each other's eyes.
Step closer.
-That's it. -Man, this…
-You see this! Okay, one minute. -A beautiful--
One minute.
Actually, let's cut the divorce part from the script itself.
-Okay, I will not laugh now. -Please.
Okay, one second--
Take from close…
Okay, let's start. Clear and action.
Give it up for your next contestant, Kimi.
Okay, I can do this.
Hi, everyone!
I can be a bitch.
So, you all know that I'm from Shimla. Right?
So, whenever it used to be cold there,
I used to dress up like Red Riding Hood. The fairy tale character.
My design today is dedicated to my magical childhood.
Kimi…
I love a story.
And I love your story.
I mean, sublime.
OMG! Qayanaat loves my designs.
Ma'am, today is the best, best day of my life. Really.
Qayanaat, you've got a fangirl.
Kimi, finally, your personality is reflecting in your designs.
Thank you.
I think this trophy is going back to Shimla with you.
You know, that's what I mean when I say
if you want to stay, you gotta slay.
Okay. It's show time.
Are we looking at the same outfit, Milind?
Yeah, well.
'Cause I found it rather…
pedestrian.
No!
Really?
Masaba, if I may.
I look at the design as much as I look at the story behind it.
I mean, fashion has so many layers, you see.
Perhaps it's just deeper for some people than it is for others.
Oops.
I don't know.
I'm sorry! Which show are we on?
India's Next Top Novelist?
Will you repeat this Red Riding Hood story everywhere you go?
No, ma'am--
Your clothes have to speak for themselves, darling.
Otherwise you'll dish out anything as fashion.
Qayanaat, you must've really loved this Linking Road aesthetic, right?
Why don't you name your new collection, "Qachra with a Q"?
Cut!
Oh, my God!
I knew you had a big, bad bitch inside you.
-Very good. -Fantastic.
We can't use a single photo from this.
You two have such a fantastic off-screen chemistry,
I'm afraid the audience won't believe that you want a divorce.
There's a thing called acting, Mr. Director.
Show me more.
This is nice.
Hello! How's Singapore?
Why do you want to know? You've just forgotten me.
Okay! Acting is my job, not yours.
How's prep going on?
Going well. Was busy with that. We've a poster launch in the evening,
so we took some stills. I was just choosing from them.
You mean, yours and that Shekhar's, right?
I hope that fellow is behaving himself.
-Yeah, of course. -You're sure, yes?
Of course.
-Let me send you some photos. -Okay, okay, send me.
-Let me know which one's the best. -Done.
Okay, I will call you in the evening. Love you!
Okay, bye. Love you.
Okay, send these to me on my phone. I want to send it to my husband.
Hey, Gehna. Did you invite Wendell sir to the ten year anniversary party?
-Yes, ma'am, it's done. -Okay.
Ma'am, we have a fitting with Dhairya tomorrow.
He wants to wear House of Masaba for the tenth year anniversary.
Is that his new seduction plan? Guts!
That'll be interesting.
That wasn't Masaba talking. That was her pain talking.
I mean, she has a neck brace on and all, guys.
I don't hold anything against her.
Just send her some love and light.
Ma'am, please ask Nicole to do some damage control.
Ma'am, isn't this too much negative publicity?
Gehna, is it the time to discuss this?
Just let me concentrate on this damn pitch.
Babe, I'm afraid I'm really busy today. I just have a few minutes, okay?
Few minutes are good for me.
So, Aisha.
Because there's so much of you out there, people think that they know you.
But they don't know the real Aisha.
The real Aisha isn't flamboyant, flashy, vying for the spotlight.
She doesn't need any external validation.
She brings her light, wherever she goes.
You know, when I saw your "Hate List,"
I realized they were basically a mix of looks
that were screaming for attention.
You don't need that.
Your bridal look should be just like you are.
Understated, ethereal and one that brings its light wherever it goes.
I love it.
How did you know?
Neeta, bring some champagne! Aisha finally loves something!
You know, I'm really happy we're doing this.
He's happy with just this?
I mean…
What I'm trying to say is that we've worked together for so many years.
And I…
I mean…
I've never really worn your clothes, you know.
Your… Your designs.
At least because of this event, I get to wear a…
I can finally wear a House of Masaba
design.
-Neenaji. Hello. -She dropped in again.
-Hello. -Mom? What are you doing here?
I though I'd wear this for your party, so I came for the trial.
Nice try.
Stiff neck again? You must've been stressed again.
Why do you take the stress of the whole world?
-Yes. I was telling her that only. -Yeah.
Guys. I'm fine. Okay?
Mom, I'm in the middle of something.
Okay. I'll come back later.
No, please! You stay. I can come back another time.
-It's okay. You-- -Guys.
I can handle two fittings at once. It's okay.
Just pass me that red, tiger print shirt.
-Here. -Okay.
-Dhairya, you go try this. -Okay.
Mom, let's see the jacket.
Not again!
I know what you are thinking. No, just don't.
What? What have I said? What am I thinking?
Okay, I'll keep quiet. Here. Silence is golden. I won't say anything.
But he is very nice.
Unbelievable!
-He is nice. -Please, have mercy.
Okay.
No. This isn't working.
I think it looks nice.
-The red color on-- -No.
Should we do a tie, instead?
Yeah, whatever you say.
-Gehna, do we have some printed ties? -Yes, ma'am.
-Go on, try the jacket. -I'm going. What tone is that?
Girls always talk to their moms in that tone.
-Hi! -Hey!
-For your neck. -Thank you.
-Thanks for all your help with Aisha. -Hey, don't mention it.
All right, what do I have to try on?
Just hang on. The changing room is busy. Just give me five.
No need for it. We'll change out here.
Anyway, I've only got about
-ten minutes. Soon as possible, please… -Okay. Cool.
Gehna?
-Yes, ma'am? -Get Fateh's kurta.
On it.
This looks cool. Thanks.
Nice.
-Should I help you with that? -My bad. Sorry.
Thanks, Masaba.
Hey.
Hi! I'm Masaba's mother.
Of course! Neenaji. As stunning as always.
-Thank you. Thanks. -Like mother, like daughter.
Masaba?
-I need to speak to you for a second. -Okay.
-I'll be right back. -Yeah, sure.
Hey! What's up, man? That's a cool shirt.
I like your…
Your shoes.
These?
You know, I just try to fill in my existential void
with over-priced, collectible sneakers.
I thought you stopped dating?
Then what is this line of boys we have here?
Who's that other guy?
-He is my client! -So what?
I'm making his wedding outfit.
How sad. He is very hot.
You should get your hormones tested, Mom.
Why?
Lately, you've been very thirsty.
You're speaking nonsense.
Speak for themselves, darling Darling, darling.
It's too good.
What's going on, guys?
MG, you've been remixed.
Your INTFD comments have been turned into a song.
-No way! -Come, watch! Come.
Qayanaat, you must've really loved this Linking Road aesthetic, right?
-The way that you bring out the pain… -Qachra!
-Sublime… -Qachra!
Fashion has so many layers, you see.
-Qachra, qachra, qachra. -No!
-What the fuck! -What is this? You really said this?
You have to do all this in reality shows.
This is not like you at all, Masaba.
Qachra with a Q. Pedestrian.
Don't worry. I think we can get it taken down.
Why? I think this is so badass.
People have become so careful and boring these days.
This is refreshing.
I agree.
Yeah, I mean, it's kinda catchy, no?
Don't delete this. I'm going to repost it.
Are you mad? Delete it. You are reposting it?
-Yeah, I think this is really bad PR. -Yeah.
It'll be bad PR if we hide it. If I own it, it'll be fine.
Not bad, MG.
-Looks like I've created a monster. -Nonsense.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Hi! -Hi!
Who's doing your PR? Call me. Pose.
#TenYearsofMasaba. Repost, right? I'm watching!
-Yeah. Hi. No, I can't. Please. -Drink?
-#TenYearsofMasaba. Right? -Sure.
Hi!
Hi.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Congratulations. -Thank you.
Oh, my God. This Masaba 2,0 is really taking over the world.
-You're becoming a marketing genius. -I swear.
-Couldn't agree more. -See you!
-Hi! -Hey!
I'm so happy you made it.
-Congratulations. I'm so proud of you. -Thank you.
Okay, listen. I won't be able to stay for long.
So I just wanted to quickly come and congratulate you.
What does that mean, "Won't be able to stay for long"?
I need you to be here all night. It's a huge event.
I'm not feeling it, sorry.
Gia, stop throwing tantrums, okay?
I'm counting on you.
Just drink up and do whatever you gotta do and amp this party up now. Yeah?
But, man.
Just stay.
Hi! Tequila shot.
Make that two, actually.
Thank you.
C'mon, Gia.
-Hi, congratulations. -Thanks.
-Hi. How are you? -Hi, Mom. You look very nice.
-Is this neckline too low? -Have you seen mine?
You got drinks and stuff?
-Masaba! Hey, come on! -Just one minute!
-Go. Yeah. -Are you sure? You'll be okay?
-What's up, Dubeyji? Drinking neat today? -Why not?
We also worked hard for ten years. So, it's our party too, right?
Yes, of course. It is your party. Drink to your heart's content.
-Cheers, ma'am! -Cheers!
Ma'am.
-It's pretty cool. -Couple goals.
What a hit couple. What gene-pool. Fantastic.
Thanks, Nicole.
Ma'am, all of us arranged this cake for you.
If you have two minutes, can we cut it please?
That's very sweet.
But I'll just go meet some guests. And then we'll cut it?
Yeah? Okay. I'll see you, have fun.
-I love how hands-on she is. -Right?
-Hi. -Hi, Masaba!
-Congratulations. -Congratulations.
-I'm so happy you guys could make it. -Of course.
-Dress looks great on you. -Thank you.
Yes, she has now become your brand ambassador.
So have you!
Looks like you've got your designs on my man, Masaba.
Fuck! It's that obvious?
What can I say? It's the first time I like a shirt on instead of off.
Oh, shit!
That's Richa.
Guys, she's got a nose job. I have to say hi. I'll see you.
-So? -You look lovely.
You don't look so bad yourself.
Thanks.
But I do prefer the avocado night suit.
I've always been a tasty snack.
-Hi, girls, having fun? -Yeah.
Amazing! Me too! Let's all have fun!
Thank you!
Two more.
So, what are you presenting first tonight, Masaba?
A bunch of things.
Hello, again.
Hello, Dhairya. Nice to meet you again.
And you.
Does Masaba know you're here? I'll call her.
No, no.
Let her mingle.
We meet all the time.
The event looks great, right?
Honestly speaking,
it's all of Masaba's hard work.
And a big congratulations to you too, proud mother.
You are a smart man.
Yes, you're right. This is all Masaba's hard work.
You know, I still scold her all the time.
"Dear, focus on your health, your family, and your personal life."
But today I understand that to reach such heights,
you have to make sacrifices.
That's true.
But I don't think you need to worry about her.
Everything works out in its own time.
Maybe for Masaba, right now,
it's time to focus on work.
The time for personal life will also come.
But, today, we must celebrate her.
Make her feel like all her work has been worth it.
Yes, you are right!
Okay! Let's celebrate her.
Just a minute.
Thank you.
Hello!
-Where's Masaba? Come. -I'm here. Coming.
Come.
Speech!
Okay.
I'm Masaba's mother.
Masaba has always complained that I never praise her.
That I always criticize her.
Whereas, the parents of her friends praise their children.
So, I want to say something today.
I can never forget that we started this brand from our drawing room.
Masaba used to design and I handled the accounts.
I did not know accounting, but I used to handle it anyway.
And today this brand has earned such a big name,
that Masaba doesn't need me anymore.
Mom, what are you saying?
I'm happy for you, Masaba.
Because I can see the heights that you have achieved.
With your hard work, with your talent.
Ten years back what we dreamt of,
it's a reality now. And you've done it.
And the proudest moment for every parent is…
when their children don't need them anymore.
Come.
-Hey! What's going on here? -Hey!
Now, will you make us cry, Masu?
-Micky, you came! -Of course, my love.
-We're so, so proud of this girl, Neenaji. -Thank you!
But I will be proud the day you offer me that spot at the finale of Fashion Week.
Someone's been eyeing the big leagues, I see.
You're the one that lit a fire in me last Fashion Week.
And you've been burning up the fashion world ever since.
You said it, not me.
Grand finale, huh?
Well, maybe I can think about it.
If you promise to debut your fabulous House of Shaadi collection on my ramp.
I've heard so much about it.
What? Are you serious? Of course! Just say the words and it is done!
Please! Come on!
Yes? No?
Everybody, even I'd like to say a couple of words!
Shit! Why now? I was just about to get the finale, Gia!
In case you are confused, I am Gia.
And that bitch over there is my best fucking friend in the whole world.
Hey, Masaba! Hey, Masabi.
Masaba, I'm so fucking proud of you.
Remember, when we used to be so small and silly,
and you'd take Neena's dupattas and do fashion on me.
And now,
look how far we've come.
Look how far you've come.
You've built this whole empire, no, sorry.
It is a fucking kingdom, bitch.
And here we are ten years later, celebrating the fucking king of fashion!
And we all agree, right, everybody?
Everybody, can I get a whoo-hoo?
Okay, to Masaba motherfucking Gupta, ladies and gentlemen!
-Fuck! -What the hell?
Fuck! I'm so sorry, everyone.
Sorry, everyone.
I'm so sorry.
Sorry, sorry, sorry!
-What are you doing? -Babe, you know I love you.
-I love you. -I know. But why are you creating a scene?
What do you mean? I'm amping things up. You told me amp it up, so I'm…
-Sorry. -No, this is not that type of party. Okay?
I'm networking. My whole industry is here.
Okay.
What's wrong? Why are you so off lately?
I'm sorry. I'll fix it. Just tell me what to do.
One second. Go home, have a shower and relax.
-MG? -I'm really sorry.
Paps are asking for you. They're waiting.
-No more drunk BFFs. Come on! -Go home.
Please, we have got enough bad PR. And game face on, come on.
Come. I'll take you home. Come.
-Ma'am! -Ma'am!
Yes.
You've completed ten years in this industry. You are still shining bright.
How have you managed this success?
I always say, that to succeed in this industry, or in any industry,
two things are very important.
Courage and hard work.
Both are equally important.
Aren't you worried that Qayanaat and other up and coming designers will replace you?
Not at all.
I think there's space for everyone in this industry.
India is a very big country.
Many people come, but just a few stay.
So, if Qayanaat is here to stay, you can ask her this question,
at her ten year anniversary party.
-Ma'am -Ma'am.
Masaba ma'am, when you first entered this industry,
you had a very special mentor. Wendell.
-Yeah. -We just got to know that he died today.
Do you want to say a few words?
-Any comments, ma'am? -Ma'am.
What?
Ma'am, any comments?
I'm sorry about Wendell.
I know you'll were close.
Is it okay if I stay with you for a little while?
Subtitle translation by: Sanjay Malhotra