Yeah!
Cigarettes for brother Badri, Aaspas.
Tea for brother Jassi, both red and black.
And brother Abhinav, 5 kg limestone sachet.
In total, it comes to Rs. 55.890 for 4 years.
I was also going to add a night surcharge.
But when I heard he couldn't even crack the mass recruitment,
I thought it's better to be satisfied.
Only our college is over, our education loan is still there.
Yes.
How can we gather Rs. 55,000?
-You pay 15% interest in education loan, right? -Yes.
I'll add it as well.
Hey, hey, brother Raju.
The company doesn't even pay annual package that high.
Every year we have had cigarettes and tea from this shop, brother Raju.
Do you know even before brushing, we used to have a cigarette.
-But you... -Add it later.
-You are adding too much. -Oh wow!
This is an evening in hostel!
-Amazing, amazing! -Love you too.
-Just see they... -Let's go, let's go.
Now get on their case.
Even I have been saying love you for so many years.
But I need money as well.
Amazing, amazing!
Alright, get up now, do you want to blow me or what?
Even this parting cusses of yours sound so sweet.
So sweet!
-Hey! -You..
At least take my permission. Why are you shoving the tape up my ass?
What are you even doing?
I was taking the measurements.
Let it be.
They seem quite excited for our farewells.
For the farewell? Oh, yeah!
Durgesh from H2 should know about our legacy.
-Got it? -H3 is the best!
-You can't crap this over. -No.
It is the question of hostel's reputation.
Sir!
Where is Jhaatu?
Brothers, Rashmi is going to wear a red saree! Red saree!
The blue one has been cancelled. Hey, brother.
Start wearing red things.
-Start wearing... -Dude!
Guys I have bought a blue type.
-Don't worry, I have two red ties. -Dibs. Dibs.
Now you should be worried.
-I'll tell... -I have half pocket square and blue...
Something has to be blue.
What is this blue blue?
-She must be wearing something blue. -Jaat?
Make a change in their measurement.
-What? -Write,
chest, 56.
Then I'll write your measurement and get the T shirt printed.
Yes! And call everyone for the rehearsal.
Come.
Is the auditorium ready?
In a hostel, prestige is always snatched or asked for.
And the people who do both of them,
are the seniors.
Farwell is the only day,
where juniors happily wish their seniors goodbye.
Like the father of the bride in an arranged marriage.
But the poor juniors always forget,
after they leave, the courtyard of the house,
i.e. the hostel feels so lonely. Right?
"I'm on my way..."
"It's gonna be my way."
Rakhi? Ready? Ready?
-Yes. -Good.
-Is the auditorium done? -Done!
Very good, this is fine.
Nabo? Right, right.
Rakhi, come.
And action.
Seniors, seniors, seniors.
What can I even say about you?
What can I even say?
Whatever anyone can say will fall less.
Is less. Okay, go ahead. Go ahead.
-Go ahead? -Yes.
Okay.
I don't have any words to say to you.
If I want to describe in one word,
then,
No, I can't even describe you in one word.
Thank you.
Thank you? I gave you one whole week to write.
Is this what you wrote? Rubbish.
Brother Chirag, you asked to write 4 words about seniors.
Just be thankful
that I twisted these four words to make a good speech, isn't it good?
Even a Montessori kid would write a better speech than you.
So just let it be. Someone else will do the speech.
Lakdi, leave the fashion show. Prepare a speech for the seniors.
-Yes! -Hey!
Yes!
H3 is my hostel. All H3 siblings are my siblings.
Agneepath, I made a oath!
Come on, sister, go. Move away.
Ankit? Bring me the pendrive.
[indistinct chatter]
No, it wasn't. Pendrive, please. Fast.
Now listen, I'm giving you a simple work.
It has some photos, go to the printer and get these printed on T-shirt.
Okay? And listen,
don't apply your own brain, go.
Can't even make a single speech. Jaat, I am very tensed.
Don't you worry, Chirag. It's just a speech.
I'll talk to my Grandfather and write it.
Why grandpa?
Because this is a farewell speech.
And Grandpa is suffering from 4th stage cancer.
-What? -Yes.
Till then, please call this American couple.
Who knows what you are saying?
Please come, Akansha and Ankit.
Good job guys. Nice.
Do you have henna on your feet?
-Be quick. -Come on, guys.
Mother fucker!
Okay.
Can I start?
How dear are our seniors to us,
is something we can neither express, nor hide.
Wow, good!
How dear our seniors are to us,
You know very well how to hide.
Hey!
It's something we can neither express.
-And... -Oh hello, I was hiding it.
I wasn't gambling with Jhaatu.
Oh no. He had a bet with the entire wing.
He is the admin of our group. Just tell her.
What are you saying?
Guys, you continue. that was going good.
Insensitive asshole!
Did she mean me?
Insensitive!
Pechkas uncle didn't dedicate songs to you on the radio.
-Okay! -Don't go to my father!
Felt the burn, right?
Do you feel the burn now?
She sleeps with my photo under her pillow and look at her attitude.
Not below, but behind so that I don't see your ominous face.
And now I want to strangle you with that pillow.
But with the Billboard size face, this hero has.
Why did you tell me this thing? You could have kept this a secret too.
This relationship's toxicity would have killed me inside slowly.
What is happening!
Oh man!
Hey, Aakansha!
Oh, Nabo, I think you should go after her.
This is a daily occurrence. They'll sort it out.
Not just that. Anyway, you're not being productive.
At least grace us with your absence.
-I... -Go!
Jaat, dude, I'm very tense. How will we sort this out?
Don't you worry.
Ankit can't stay without Aakansha. It will be sorted. Wanna bet Rs. 100?
To hell with him. I'm talking about my farewell.
How will we sort this?
How can we sort it out? Just look at her daring.
She's blaming me of being insensitive, me and insensitive.
I coughed a little blood today.
I'm talking, ain't I?
This is the problem I just kept talking,
and she planned break up there with Nabomita.
Did you want to do it as well?
Wow, topic changed?
Just like Aakansha, you changed the topic.
You have colluded with each other. One and the same.
I am the fucker here. It's just me.
They are the same, they just want one thing.
-Sex? -No.
They want to break up first and win.
Win? Really? Is this a game?
Of course not.
But if this is,
why can't I win?
How easily the people change Jhaatu, how easily they change?
I started brushing twice a day. Why? For her?
Me, who was scared of trimming my face, trimmed by balls, why? For her.
In every corner of the college, I kept making out. For whom?
For both of us.
There aren't as many flavors of condom as her moods.
Then she asked, what did I bring to this relationship?
-Me... -You are still here?
I've been twice.
I even left masturbation for her.
But now you see,
Why should I see?
-You will need to, fucker! -Listen.
Have you seen the seniors?
Everything happens in plain sight, but I can't see it.
Because I'm a sucker. I'll masturbate so much, the world will be in my palm.
And then on the 123rd day of the relationship,
but I still kept silent.
And then the 128th day,
and I thought I'll say it, but I didn't.
And on the 130th day of the relationship,
-I... -Just shut up, you fucker.
Just shut up.
You at least have someone who cares for you.
You at least have three special moments in these three years.
I have changed twice in three years.
And I still don't have anyone that sees me that way.
See Nabomita, this is all stupidity.
Engineering students crap the bed, whether it be studies or love.
They're not clear on the basics of either.
Can you tell me a single guy
who is protective and not insecure?
Who is not controlling but caring.
Someone who will be liked by you and your parents.
And someone who cares about your future and not just your present.
Fuck!
I know, it's very complicated.
Actually it is very simple.
And then I will come here.
And swirl and swirl and swirl.
Nabo, take my hand.
Sweet touch, good improvisation.
Jaat, what are you going to do?
Whatever you ask me to.
I can pull a truck with a rope or you can drive a tractor over my stomach.
I can chew a tube light or even pull a cylinder via my nose.
When did you learn this?
Dude, I am a reject of Shabaas NCR.
-So talented! -He is shocked!
Ankit, Aakansha, you guys?
Oh man!
Ankit, you can be on that side of the stage,
and Aakansha, you on this.
Listen, listen.
-What? -From H2 juniors,
-I got the info of the farewell. -And, and, and....
They're just doing a useless poem.
-Loser! -Noobs.
Yes?
No, I was calling them amateurs.
Oh, I thought you nicknamed me that. cutie.
Guys, guys, listen.
We have worked too hard and sacrificed a lot for this moment.
-I.. -I left two papers of the final exam.
Nabomita has left any hopes for a good relationship.
And Ankit and Aakansha.... left each-other.
-Yes, so let's make it all worth! -Yes.
Our farewell should be the best farewell of this world.
Brother Chirag, your T-shirts.
Oh man, good. I knew you could do this.
You are a top-class
fucker!
What did you print?
I printed the photo which was in the farewell folder.
-I did feel that it was wrong. -Yes.
-And I could have stopped it as well. -Then?
But you had asked me not to apply my brain.
Let's go, brother.
I am sick of you two, guys.
If you were getting divorced and I was the baby.
I wouldn't have chosen anyone.
And you, Ankit Pandey, deleted all the photos of the seniors?
That had a lot of her photos as well.
Then why did you save this one?
Because I was going to print and then burn it.
And I don't want to be in a laptop with no respect for mother and sister.
Shut up guys, shut up.
You'll forget the fights, remember only the memories.
Ankit, this was your cue of the act, you are so careless.
Sorry!
The Act would begin in 30 minutes.
5 minutes for each T shirt print.
8 minutes to reach hostel,
7 minutes for pit stop for samosa and 3 minutes for pee break.
Mission failed and failed. Shit!
I hope H2 wrecks it, they do.
It was the first day of the college when I entered hostel 2, crying.
-Those fuckers have made H2. -And today is the last day of the college.
And I'm crying today as well.
We wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
But we want to stop the time today. Oh man, someone stop this scoundrel.
His father should have stopped that night.
Dutta will cry today.
-Dutta, they took your name... -Mishra will cry, and so will Yogi.
Our parents in the hostel, like the God supreme.
Look at his pose.
Why are they making us cry?
So heart-warming, applause.
Why are our guys clapping?
In emotions...
Brother, if their speech can get them hugs,
our would get us a honeymoon suite.
But they need to be here for that.
Why are you not calling them? Go ahead.
-Phone is updating! -Oh damn!
OMG! Wow!
Now moving on, it's the time
for hostel 3 juniors, who have a special farewell for their seniors.
Claps!
Oh wow!
-Hostel 3? -Oh wow!
H3!
Hostel 3?
Where are they?
-They're taking their sweet time. -Come on, guys.
Are you jumping from the top?
Hostel 3, come on guys.
-Chirag, don't you jump, brother. -Yes, right.
Don't hesitate. They're your own seniors.
Where are they?
-See brother. -There will surely be a mishap.
Where are these guys?
Let me check.
They might be outside.
They might be here, or might have gone down.
Oh brother!
Program?
Sister Fucker!
Where are they?
They escaped!
What!
OMG!
It seems the juniors of hostel 3
don't want to pay their respect to their seniors publicly.
Come.
Anyways, moving on to Hostel 4.
-Hey, hey! -Lift him.
H2 seniors, best seniors!
H2 seniors, you rock!
The entire batch is fucker!
Thank you, brother.
Happy farewell, Sir.
I'll talk with the seniors.
Else they'll again put you in a bra.
I'll put on a bra, dude.
I just hope they wear these T-shirts.
Sir?
Tea.
We're really sorry, Sir.
Why are you saying sorry?
That was such a warm speech. See, my shirt is wet with tears.
-That is sweat... -I'll punch your chest.
Just shut up. What are you saying?
No, Sir.
We really apologize, Sir.
Sir, we were...
You were not going to do anything.
I've been telling you from day one, this batch is rotten.
What didn't we do for Brother Vinayak?
The entire H3 quadrangle was filled,
when we played the video on the projector.
I edited the video on Ed Sheeran.
They danced! That guy who never danced, he started dancing.
Sir, we didn't make a mistake. We just....
Escaped from outside the auditorium.
Were you ashamed to tell me something?
Are you my ex, you fucker?
No, sir.
We really respect you, Sir.
Chirag, respecting privately and publicly,
are extremely different.
Clear?
Sir, please listen to me.
Durgesh will pee outside our rooms, what can we say!
All the best, brother. All the best. All the best to all of you.
-Let's go, Badri is alone in the room. -Sorry sir, sorry sir.
-Sir... -No, we are not in the mood.
-Sir, now... -You know Badri is crying because of you, Chirag.
-Sir... -It's just one day, you fucker!
At least listen to me.
Jhaatu can use it.
And that punch to the chest directly hit my heart.
Man! They could have seen it once.
Sorrow, pain, hurt and tears.
These seniors have been abusing them for three years,
but this is the first time they felt bad.
When the fresher's come to the college,
the seniors train them to respect them.
And then there comes the farewell day.
And that is their judgment day.
Even after raising his kids, disgrace is
something that even Mr Bachchan didn't tolerate in Baghbaan.
And then they are just hostel seniors.
Do you love your mother on Mother's Day?
But until and unless on a digital platform or social media,
you upload wishes for your mother,
that doesn't count as actual respect.
In today's modern world, actual respect is
the way you show respect publicly.
Farewell, they say!
Seniors are our dads, they shoved it up yours, didn't they?
That would have been better.
At least I could have been pregnant for nine months
and kept them close to my heart.
They might not be as sad as you fuckers!
The next five years of their life are all set.
They won't even pick up your call tomorrow.
Even the Chandigarh roadies contestants were not
as proudly as our seniors!
Chirag, don't you worry so much.
Just be happy that we are going to rule the hostel from tomorrow.
-Right, brother? -He is right.
We are the ones who make hostel happening.
Come on.
Well, anyway, what have they even done?
I don't remember anything but ragging.
How much is it for this week, brother Raju?
Come here, let me tell you.
Add the sum for last week as well.
0/0. null.
Why? Has your son been placed?
Sexism is not good, Jhaatu brother.
My daughter has been placed.
And the seniors have paid for you.
Paid! Enjoy now.
Just show it to me once.
Here.
They actually paid?
Full paid!
Full?
Everything done, 0.
Don't just stare. Else I'll open a new account.
Guys!
Come.
Now what should I do?
If my father gets to know, I'll be in so much trouble.
He'll evict me from the house.
So Durgesh?
We saw your farewell pictures.
You are the ones enjoying, man.
To hell with that. Farewell can go fuck itself.
Fucked College, fucked hostel, fucked people.
What are you saying, brother?
Your juniors took you around on their shoulders.
They were taking our funeral procession in name of farewell.
After the farewell, we went to the hostel for party.
Everyone was drunk up to the hilt. Do you remember?
And while dancing, someone mistakenly broke a junior's laptop.
So?
He went and complained to the Dean.
The guy who boasted of priceless in the speech
is now asking for 45,000 plus GST.
Forget about the job. I don't even have an internship.
Brother...
You guys are the lucky ones, fucker!
You have abused your juniors so much,
but they have never complained to anyone.
We are screwed man.
What will we do?
No problem man, it will be managed.
Amrit Sir?
-No dues. -We need the no dues.
[indistinct chatter continuous]
Hello? Yeah mom?
I was saying,
I have had food.
Listen,
will you please do sleep-on-call with me?
I...
Nothing I would have slept while talking to you.
Are you done packing?
I'll do it tomorrow peacefully, where's the hurry?
-I'll have to do it now. -Why?
What would I even pack? 2 underwears, 1 vest.
Seriously!
What do we even have to do? There is no party or anything.
So what? Let's have some beers.
I am feeling sleepy man.
-We are old. -You guys have fun.
At least you guys have the same training. I'll be screwed.
Why don't you get transferred to Mysore?
It is just two months of training. Anyway, you could come over.
Should I really do it?
So what?
I'll take the posting there,
we'll live together and just go to Kodai for the weekend.
Great. And we'll go to MGM from there.
Do a thing, first pay the canteen bills, okay?
Come one, come everyone.
But motherfucker Chirag, what are we going to show?
Not motherfucker Chirag, but ring-master Chirag.
-That was not in the script. -Move !
I am time.
And no one can stop them.
Wait, wait, wait.
What?
Rakhi!
Fuckers!
Hello? Hello? Mic test?
Seriously, Rajesh, is this your sound engineering?
Hey Rajesh!
-What? -Heli! Yes.
-Thank you. -Continue.
I am time.
And now I'll rewind time.
Oh brother, light off!
See, Keeda is turning the light off from there.
Why? Are you scared?
I don't bite, just scratch.
Little, little.
Sweet grandmother-fuckers.
Won't you breast-fed your husband?
Amazing.
This was our first night in the hostel.
We didn't lose our virginity.
But we lost our heart.
Our seniors are so great,
if I had even a single daughter,
I would have happily married her with them.
Now you have your brains.
Okay, okay, so guys,
as we are the symbol of our parents love,
our seniors, should get a token of our love, right?
They should!
-Come on, I'll give you a token. -No, dude.
They'll kick our ass.
Our first award for tonight is, best category wanker.
And to present this award, I would like to call on stage,
the Master of Art himself,
H3 DOPA Ankit Pandey.
I made it brother, I made it!
Award for the best senior wanker goes to,
-any guesses? -No!
-Obviously, brother. -We know.
Jasmeet Singh Dhillon!
You fuckers.
Jassi, Jassi, Jassi!
Jassi, Jassi!
This is the secret behind his beautiful muscles.
Not many of us know,
but Jassi Sir began hacking as
he had to get friend request accepted,
of Badri sir and Abhinav sir.
You scoundrels!
Here's the award.
Thank you, thank you.
Let's hear a few words, brother Jassi.
Yeah, yeah.
Shove it!
Hey!
Jassi!
Will do even that for you.
So moving on,
Jaat, What do you think about Abhinav Sir?
Abhinav Sir
has so low female interaction,
the last time he met a female,
was when Badri sir had played the role of a female in a play.
Here too!
And even that character friend zoned him.
So our next award for tonight is best Friend Zone award.
And it goes to Abhinav Kumar.
Wait, let me show you.
Abhinav!
Abhinav! Abhinav!
Hey, hey.
Don't you worry, Sir. We won't friend zone you today.
Award, award.
Friend zone forever.
Yay!
Amazing. Amazing. Abhinav Sir.
Come on, let's take the night ahead.
-My turn. -So our next award for the evening is.
And this is a very special award for none other than.
Badri sir
Fuck!
Badri sir came to this college on merit list.
And he soon became everyone's favorite.
Such rubbish!
Badri sir is the man who won't dance even after 'Andi, Mandi, Shandi.'
Because he is already know...
Badri sir!
What are you saying?
-Sorry, sir. -What sorry?
Do you consider me a fucker?
-Why are you getting angry, sir? -Shut up, fucker.
Please consider, Sir, we were just having fun.
Shut up.
Just rubbish!
I am the son of four fathers, fuckers!
This is your four father award!
Badri! Badri!
And we had a party last night as well.
Hey!
O sir, Badri sir.
You scared them shitless!
So, on a parting note,
We came to this hostel with stuff packed in large suitcases and bags.
Until we don't open those suitcases,
how will that stuff be a part of the room?
We are the stuff,
which our parents sent in comfort zones of various sizes.
And with intro, abuse, tea, cigarette,
hangout, and roaming around, our seniors open us up.
Till they don't open us up,
how will be become a part of this room of 7 billion people?
Well said!
Well brother, everyone is going to screw us.
But you are the one who also holds our hair while beating.
Yeah!
[indistinct chatter]
"Whether we're here tomorrow,"
"these moments will be forever."
Party! Party! Fucker.
-You rocked it! -That was awesome, sir.
Sir, you were right!
You should always publicly show respect.
No, dude. Respect is what comes from heart.
-"Tomorrow!" -Come on.
"Even if we meet,"
-"then we'll have..." -Jhaatu.
Brother Abhinav is calling for drinks. Come on.
-Hey! -You go.
"Whether we're here tomorrow, these moments will be forever."
Jhaatu! Jhaatu!
"Whether we're here tomorrow,"
"these moments will be forever."
"Moments, of love like this..."
"Come, come with me."
"We! Whether we're here tomorrow, these moments will be forever."
"Draped in the warm evening robes,"
"there is the night beautiful."
"Come, let's both write,"
"our love-story."
-We want this one. -No, no.
Rewind, that was good.
-Chirag! -Yes?
Come, let's see how the guys are being drunk.
Yeah, sure. Let me just take their pictures.
-Here. -Hey!
Look at that.
Oh brother, they're taking pictures of girls.
Just make some space, dude.
-Move to the side. -Come over.
-Take our picture also. -Yeah, Ankit, go.
Take this one. Is it right?
This seems to be our shirt.
Oh my. Who gave you these T shirts?
Doraemon, no, the one who left.
-Nobita? -Nobomita?
No, first, tell me who had this fuckall idea.
This was Jhaatu's idea.
He also gave us your nudes.
But the printing guy didn't print them out.
But he did keep all the pictures with him.
This was Jhaatu's idea.
And where is that guy since morning?
What happened?
Excuses!
I'm really not here to fight.
Song.
"I say to her..."
Akku?
Aakansha.
Dude, let's face it.
Both of us wanted to break up.
You wanted it first.
Yeah, but, we both wanted it.
Look, I know we liked each other.
Maybe we loved each other.
But this relationship of ours,
Clearly not working.
Yes!
Because maybe, we are not Ross and Rachel,
or Ted and Robin, or Rahul-Anjali
who eventually get together.
I think we are just good friends, dude
who don't need a baggage to stay together.
Maybe Joey and Rachel.
Or Ankit and Aakansha.
Yeah.
Best friends!
Idiot!
Nabo?
Nabo? What are you doing here?
Everyone's enjoying there. What're you doing here?
I've been looking for you for so long.
What are you even doing here?
Nothing special, just...
Thanks. Thanks for the T shirts.
No one could have done what you did.
A true sister always does her duty.
You are the best sister, best!
-Chirag? -Yes?
I'm not your sister, okay?
Yes, I agree.
In this society, a sister also plays the role of a mother.
In my childhood, my mother used to tie me Rakhi,
as I never had a sister.
-So... -Shut up Chirag.
Why are you making me your mother or your sister?
Does a girl have no other place in your life?
And how are you not realizing this?
That you love me.
Of course, I do.
Yeah.
As a brother.
Bro, as a lover.
Romantically?
Nabo, you need to reduce binge watching GOT.
How can I love you?
To manage to procreate, they need to be physically attracted to each other.
You are my sister, sister!
-Yeah. -Okay.
Come here.
Sister-fucker!
So was this physical attraction enough?
What? Yes.
Yes, it did.
But now,
the time
I want to rewind
2 steps back.
"Then, I fooled around and fell in love."
"I fooled around and fell in love."
Cut, cut.
Dude, What is happening in the H2 farewell? There are crackers?
Leave that. Just look at that.
Ankit and Aakansha are at it.
You fucker, that is Jaat and Teja.
Teja is trying to make a Mark...
It is splashing. What are you doing?
-Go, go, go. -Hey.
Look at our brother sitting there.
Fucker Jhaatu!
No, dude, I don't want any photographs.
Bro, at least come and drink. Hey!
Hey Jhaatu, small legs told us everything.
Guys please, I'm not in a good mood. Please leave.
Jhaatu is such a cutie.
Brother, if you were really feeling so bad, you could have waved us goodbye.
-What? -Least say bye once.
-Brother, look at it. -Now he...
Bye brother.
Bye brother, we did a lot together.
Same to you.
It felt nice hearing it.
Bye, brother.
Do you want me to beg you to leave? Just please.
Jhaatu, why are you being a bitch?
Yeah, I am your bitch..
That is why you guys are here, right?
You'll talk with me nicely.
Tell me about the companies you have been placed in.
Discuss the imaginary female coworker.
Smoke 4 cigarettes in your salary and left. But what about me?
Fucker, the entire hostel is yours.
Now that you are GISHA, misuse the power.
-Just rock it, brother! -And who would I flaunt it to? Them?
We have been wasting our sperm, even when they were sperms.
A lion might be alone.
But we are pigs.
And pigs are always better in a group, playing in the hostel kitchen.
You guys even miss the wanking pimple, which goes away in a week.
But here... It's been 7 years.
Hey, hello brother.
We came to thank you for the T shirts.
-Hey brother! -Brother!
Don't cry, don't cry.
Come over.
-Hey! -Hey Jhaatu!
Dude, you are erect.
-You are erect! -Damn!
Tell me, when was the last time you hugged anyone?
What are you doing, guys?
Before he puts anything else in his mouth, give him a cigarette.
Just come fucker, come.
Just smoke a cigarette!
Your finger got wet.
Thank you, brother Raju.
You wake up very early, don't you?
Yeah fucker, the planning is right.
Too hot! Bro, too hot!
-Hold it! Hold it! -Give it.
Here. Where is Jhaatu? I'm not your servant.
By the way,
This batch isn't that big of a screw up.
That's right.
Oh hello, why are you being so senti?
We are just graduating, not dying. We will meet again.
Absolutely, brother. We sure will.
Cheers!
They won't meet.
Actually, they won't be able to meet.
They'll get so engrossed with their problems,
the sketch-pen written stupidity of the last day of college,
will just be that, stupidity!
From their PIN code to brocode, everything changes.
Relationships change and so do the emotions.
People change.
Lovers become friends.
And siblings? Spouse!
There's only one scary thing,
"These are the days you will remember."
"Years from now, when you'll be less younger."
"Post-teen spirit, wild out, no limit."
"Dream of anything, you know you gonna get it."
"These are the days you will remember."
"Years from now, when you'll be less younger."
"Post-teen spirit, wild out, no limit."
"Dream of anything, you know you were gonna get it."
"Get it, get it."
"We were gonna get it. Get it, get it, get it, get it."
"Get it, get it."
"Way back when I had this dream, everything was not a meme."
"Hip-hop was not the top of the mainstream."
"The state of mind of this kid of '99,"
"reading about Matrix and Fight Club in a magazine."
"And then you grow up to a world that doesn't care, so many voices now,"
"but noise is all we hear. The truth has so many faces..." voices now,"