This is great. General Secretary of Hostel Affairs.
Sorry! I got held up with some work. So, is your CV done?
Almost. I'm on the last page.
It shouldn't be more than one page. You'll get me into trouble.
-Now, hurry up and email it to me. -On it.
I've got you the Soil Mechanics and Farm Machinery textbooks.
Go through it and clear your basics for the technical round. Okay?
This is so heavy.
Making a career looks pretty burdensome, right?
Jatin, if you don't get serious, you've no idea what will happen.
Hold on. Don't get so worked up. Look at this.
Once they see the General Secretary of Hostel Affairs on my CV,
I'll be the one asking questions.
Where do you see your company in the next five years?
Why should you hire me?
And why do you have this smoke alarm in your office?
Why are we friends? And why do I care if you get a job or not?
It's okay. Don't fret so much.
Chirag's getting me a list of the most asked questions and answers.
That reminds me. You were all about privacy, right? Here's a gossip.
After coming to the final year, even Chirag watches porn now.
I could hear moans from his room all night. Can you believe it?
I didn't need this information.
Sorry.
Where is Jaat?
He's attending his niece's wedding.
His niece? Is she a child-bride?
No, dear. His niece is 32 years old.
But his aunt was a child-bride.
What do you think about this font?
Finish it and email it to me. I'm heading to the canteen.
Okay. But listen.
Don't leave this burden behind.
Shut up! Just read it.
Sure.
Fucking hell!
-Listen, Ritusaar. -Yes.
Please give me that fairness face wash that you have.
-Why do you want it though? -Shivani is hitting on me, bro.
-Whoa, man! -On you? That's great!
Charming Shivani is a cakewalk
but I am shit-scared of these hostel seniors.
That's exactly why they dominate everyone in the first year.
This is our hostel now. So, walk with a bold ass, not a wuss ass.
-So, no one fucks with you. -That's okay. But why don't you shower?
-Bro, you stink a lot! So, please! -It's been two days since you showered.
That was my toothpaste. Did you ask me before taking it?
Priyanka is my girl. Did you ask me before sending her a request?
Then tell your girl to change her account settings and make it private.
Got it? Don't poke around my stuff.
She can't do it. Because she's not on social media at all.
Wait a second, bro. Didn't you just say that he sent a request to your girl?
And now, you're saying that she's not on social media at all? What nonsense!
He sent it to her fake account that I created.
To find out who amongst you scumbags is trying to hit on her.
And you, Solanki. Stop offering money.
-You won't get any nudes. -Hey, are you crazy?
Relax, bro.
If love means craziness, then yes, I'm crazy.
They call me a Tomcat in Hostel no. 3 for a reason.
-I bite hard. -Listen up, Tomcat.
Two minutes and I'll turn you into a cat from Tomcat.
-I belong to the Rajwada family from Rajasthan. -Easy, bro.
-Got it? Now scram. -From Rajasthan?
-Yes. -Take this!
Bloody Tomcat! What water is this?
-He threw toilet water at us, man. -What are you waiting for? Get him.
Throwing water at us. Does your dad drive a water tanker or what?
-You motherfucker! -Move it! Out you go!
You've made a huge mistake, you bastards.
I'm Goldie Dahiya's uncle's son.
So what?
Meet me at 6 in the evening at the cycle stand.
You'll get a befitting reply to your question.
Oh, and do wear a diaper and come. I'll make you pee in your pants.
Off you go! We know your kind well. Get out!
-Go threaten someone else. Out now! -Bro.
-Go easy. -Go on. Go ahead and take a left.
-Yes, that's the way. Out you go! -Take it easy.
What's wrong with you, Ritusaar?
-Have you lost it? -To hell with him!
You want us to become goons of the hostel in the very first year?
Exactly. You know what? Let's just go to the seniors.
-Let's complain. They might help us. -Yes, he's right.
-Heard what he said? We must go and complain. Let's go. -Come.
-Alright, let's go. -Come, guys.
Bali Dahiya, the Tomcat?
Fuckers, do you even know who you messed with?
He bit me during the ragging.
Because I was the one ragging him.
You guys bashed up Goldie Dahiya's brother, man!
Who is this Goldie Dahiya?
Who the hell bashed up Goldie's brother?
-He did. -Help us.
He's a bloody Matka of the college.
-As in pot? -No. A male M.Tech student.
A state-level Mallakhamba player. He has shoved poles up many asses.
-Like this. -What were you thinking, man?
Once while playing badminton when he saw his opponent cheat, he broke it.
-What? The racquet? -The racquet, referee, player,
and even some people from the audience bore the brunt.
What now, sir?
Well, can you go and live in Nepal for a week?
-Nepal? -Nepal?
Alright. Come. I'll figure out something.
They fought over a girl, man.
Don't be scared.
File a complaint with the Disciplinary Committee. They'll help.
Don't even make that mistake. You guys hit him first.
If they lose it, they'll slap you with a fine as well as a backlog.
And if you're very lucky, you can get rusticated too.
I can get you his parents' numbers.
Kids mend their ways only when parents lock them up in the bathroom.
He doesn't have parents which is why he's such a spoilt brat.
Brother Jhantoo, you are the only person who can save us from Goldie.
Nobody else. Please do something.
Look, what can Jhantoo do in this matter?
He's preparing for his placements. He's in the final year now.
But, sister, we're in the first year.
And we're not the ones to get into fights.
We're studious boys. I had told him not to get into a fight.
We just made a small mistake.
If I had a fight at home, I would have gone to my elder brother.
But it's a fight in the hostel, so, I've come to the hostel president.
-You are the only authority here. -Whoa! Stop this daily soap drama!
We're least interested in it.
I mean, I am.
You idiots have certainly messed up royally.
But the issue is that your asses first belong to us and then to the outsiders.
Come. Let's go and douse their sparks of anger.
Jhantoo, don't get into brawls.
Don't worry. I won't get into any brawl. I'll just work out a compromise.
-Ten minutes and I'll be back here. -But...
Exactly ten minutes. Let's go, Ankit.
-Ankit, why are you going with him? -It's no biggie.
-Hope you didn't bash him too much. -No. I just shoved him.
No worries. You won't need to go to Nepal.
No, madam. Don't you worry. No one can bash your son up.
I mean, nobody can hit your son. I'll see to it as the warden.
Alright. Okay.
Combat, war, battle.
There's no place for all this in a hostel.
What's this smacking, bashing and thrashing, after all?
And that too for petty reasons.
But when both the parties who fight get tired
or get shit-scared, then enters a third party.
One who works out a compro or a compromise.
And his job is to salvage the situation and not let it blow out of proportion.
By doing this, he becomes bigger than the other two.
Because no matter how big movie stars become,
the most powerful person is the one who gets them to his parties.
'Hostel Daze'
Both of you keep your mouth shut. I'll do the talking.
Sure. Go ahead. We won't interfere.
Goldie, look. They're here.
Yes, Jhantoo. You do the talking.
So, bro, what's the matter?
Yes. Tell us. What's this all about?
You're early. I told them to come at 6 o'clock.
It's 5:45 now. Wait for 15 minutes. Some more of our boys are coming.
Hey, time is money.
What is it, man? Are you looking for some more trouble?
Look, bro, you are...
This concerns my brother. You better stay out of it, Jhantoo.
This also concerns the hostel. So, the hostel GSHA has to intervene.
I'm not here to fight. I'm just here to sort this out.
They're all very sincere boys.
They made a mistake. They're here to apologise.
Sorry, sir. Sorry, Tomcat.
Sorry, sir.
Love, peace and respect, bro.
Goldie, this is all just an act.
All of them are rogues and goons.
This one wanted to whack me this morning.
This one called our father a water tanker driver.
And this one says that I am from a desert.
And this guy. He was gesturing as if he'd crush me to pieces.
It must've been just an outburst of anger.
Then why the hell did he shove him in the bathroom?
Goldie, don't yell. I'm standing right here.
Your brother told you he got roughed up. But did he tell you why?
He threw toilet water on all of them.
This cousin of yours created a girl's fake profile to send requests to boys.
No, Goldie, I didn't send any. It was they who...
Let's call it quits.
You've come with a big gang.
The gang is here only to make peace.
If I had to fight, I would've got a bigger gang.
Are you threatening me?
You're getting threatened by me? Really?
I won't let go of my brother's insult so easily.
Then don't. Come. Let's fight.
You bash up a few. I'll smash some and both of us will get rusticated.
I'll run my father's shop. You'll go to some other college. What's the point?
Look, bro, it's my final year. I don't want any fuck ups in my placement.
If it's your B.Tech, so is my M.Tech. Even I don't want to fight.
But next time, if anyone dares to threaten my brother,
I won't care a damn about my final year.
Goldie, till the time I'm the GSHA of this hostel, you can rest assured.
Nobody will threaten anybody.
Hey, you. Come here. Shake hands with him.
Come on. Shake hands.
And that's how a compro is done.
Okay, bro. Take care.
Let's go.
You're making fake profiles of girls?
-No. -Shall I tell your dad? Out!
Brother Jhantoo, thank you so much.
You saved us. Who knows what would have happened if it weren't for you today?
You're our boys. Just chill. If you get into any mess, just drop my name.
There won't be any mess. This was the first and the last time.
Hereafter, let alone fighting, if I see you even cussing,
I'll thrash you even more than Goldie can.
Come on, brother Jhantoo. We'll happily take thrashings from you.
No, brother. He's just joking. We'll only focus on studies
Your parents send you here to study and you fuckers keep fooling around.
I don't say don't fool around. Even we did. But don't create fuck ups.
Hello, sir.
-It's your first year, right? -Yes, brother.
-Wear formals then. -Sure, brother.
-Thank you. -Go have a bath now, all of you.
-Thank you, brother! -We love you!
-See you at night. -We love you.
-Let's go, guys. -Thank you.
Hey, four-eyes.
Come here.
See that?
This is the joy of escaping a thrashing.
After a compromise, both parties mutually agree upon some terms.
Like you can't drink from my bottle. You can't talk to my girl.
You can't launch a missile on my country and so on.
But what's more important is that one abides by all the terms agreed upon.
For a compromise, only subdues the flames of anger,
it doesn't douse it fully. Yeah.
Who's in room 402?
There are a lot of questions.
Answer this. What's the difference between black soil and red soil?
What?
What is the difference between black soil and red soil?
Stop discriminating between my country's soil
in the name of colour, bloody American.
Even if your dad were to invest in Crypto, he wouldn't regret it so much.
Chuck this list of questions and read the books given by Akanksha.
Once your basics are clear, you'll be able to answer any question. Get it?
My CV, with GSHA written in it is the answer to all questions.
Just do as I say, bro.
Fine. Here are some basic questions. At least prepare them.
I'll make a call in the meantime and be back.
Hey, man. So, how's the wedding going on?
To hell with the wedding. I heard that you settled a brawl in the hostel?
Forget all that. Tell me about the wedding.
Enough with the wedding. I thought you were the daring falcon of our hostel.
But you turned out to be a docile dove?
Hereafter, no matter who the fuck says what, just swing your arms at him.
I'll be back soon. And whoever that fucker may be, we'll bash him up.
Hey, look behind you. The wedding!
To hell with the wedding!
My uncle!
Douse it!
Brother Jhantoo, if this hostel is a galaxy, then you're our guardian.
Peace, love and respect.
Bloody minions, go and study.
Dialogues and drama won't get you a placement. Get lost!
Go and study or you'll have to weep in the final year.
You're right, dude. Everybody knows brother Jhantoo.
Not just know, they're also scared of him.
I want to be just like him.
One should just know your name and it should send shivers down his spine.
What a daring guy brother Jhantoo is.
And we got scared of that Goldie Dahiya for no reason.
You get too scared too soon, Sayyam.
Brother Jhantoo would have made Goldie pee in his pants if he wanted to.
Just wait till Goldie leaves the college next year after his M.Tech.
And watch me strip that motherfucker Tomcat naked and beat him like a dog.
What is it?
You think he heard us?
I don't think so. But don't scare me.
He had something plugged into his ears. Didn't you see?
Watch your trap. Let's go. You'll get us screwed in the very first year.
Bloody asshole! Getting into brawls.
Yes, Nabo. I was studying.
What do I tell you now?
Jhantoo has been studying in my room since morning.
And he keeps giving all sorts of absurd answers.
I'm really scared for him about how he will get a placement.
Chirag. I haven't seen you all day today.
I'm missing you a lot looking at the moon.
The moon? Where is it? Oh, it has risen here, has it?
I wish we were on the moon.
Then you would have lifted me in your arms and tossed me.
What?
I would weigh 6 times lesser on the moon. So, you would toss me easily.
-Right. -I'm worried about your placement too.
I have an idea. Why don't you come over? Let's study together.
Hey, who's there at the back?
Who are those guys? Hold on.
-Come out, you asshole! -Motherfucker, open up!
Just wait. I'll tell you what happened.
Hey, four-eyes!
-What is it, bro? -Come out.
-Come. I'll show you. -Leave me!
Open up!
How could they hit Goldie's brother, dude?
Let's go.
Don't let him get away.
Take him along.
Grab them. Grab both of them.
Trying to hide, you scumbag? Wait till I catch you.
This is wrong, guys.
Hey! Who's down there on the steps?
-Anyone there? -The gate is closed there.
-At the back? -Nobody.
-Nobody there as well. -Goldie.
Here, found one fucker.
-Forgive me, sir. -Find the rest.
-Where are the rest? -Up there.
-Move it! -Come fast.
Acting all innocent, are you?
Find everyone. Check every room. Get everyone out.
They're trying to escape from this side.
-Please let me go. -Move it.
Keep moving. Come on.
I didn't do anything. Why are you dragging me?
-Run! -Hey!
He's trying to escape. Catch him.
Don't spare anyone.
-Where is that other fucker? -I don't know.
You don't know? Really?
Oh, no! How did Goldie fall down? Lift him up.
Who the fuck hit me?
-Who was it? -I didn't see. Let's go upstairs.
Go upstairs. Move it.
-I didn't do anything. Believe me. -Let's go. Come on.
Hey, found him!
Please let me go! I'm sorry!
I made a mistake. I'm really sorry. Please let me go.
I'm really sorry.
-Bang the door. -Open up!
I'll fuck you over.
Push. Push harder. Shut it.
Move it.
Saurabh, bring him here.
Please listen. Leave us.
-You, come here. -Sorry, sir. I'm very sorry.
What happened?
Butterflies fluttering in your stomach?
Weren't you going to strip Bali naked and beat him up?
No, sir. I'm sorry. I just said it for fun.
-For fun? -It was a mistake, sir. I'm sorry.
You want some fun? Come. We'll give you fun.
-Sorry. -Take off your pants.
Take off your fucking pants!
Goldie, let go.
And what if I don't, you bastard?
Goldie, calm down a bit.
What will you do if I don't, you asshole?
Forgive them, man. They're just kids.
And you're their dad?
-Then let me thrash you first. -Forgive them, bro.
I beg you. Forgive them. Let them go. Beat me all you want.
Look. This is your GSHA.
This guy. Fuck off.
Look at him. Learn from him, and always remember
who not to mess with in the hostel. Stay in your pants.
Look at these wimps. Their not even worth beating.
Let's go. We'll incur sin if we beat them.
But tell me something, who on earth pushed me up there?
No idea. I just ran to you.
It's alright. It's over now.
Are you okay?
Come on. Just chill. What is it?
What's wrong now?
Yes, bro. So, the wedding's done?
The wedding got called off, fucker.
But what is more infuriating is that you broke my trust.
What did I do?
I heard you begged before an M.Tech guy last night?
Oh, that. Fuck him, man.
You know it. If this was my 2nd or 3rd year, I would have ripped Goldie's ass.
But it's the final year. I can't risk my placement for these shitty fights.
Then you know what? You keep worrying about landing a job.
I'll come and grab that pig's tail. I'm on the way.
Just wait and watch what I do once I'm there.
I'll make that ghoul pee in his pants. I'll rip off his ass.
Hey, boy! Why are you cussing?
Don't you see a lady sitting here?
Mister, she's your lady. You look at her. I'm not interested in her.
-How shameless of you! -Why are you getting violent, uncle?
Hey, conductor! Stop the bus.
-Yes. Stop. -Come out.
Hello. Jaat!
Hello!
There's no need to give him so much respect.
Asshole.
War, hate and disrespect.
Run!
Assholes!
If I see you in this corridor again, I'll break your asses.
Quiet. He's coming.
It's because of such people that I don't feel like coming to college.
Bloody coward.
Bro, you're the one with guts.
I mean, one has to be really strong to grab Goldie by the neck and smash him.
It was amazing.
-You? -No idea what he's saying.
Where do I need to make the payment?
Bro, Jhantoo wasn't grabbing his feet. He was massaging it.
Damn! One who we thought was daring turned out to be a masseur.
This year's batch of seniors is one shitty lot, you know.
Dogs are way better than them.
He first, pushed Goldie and then kicked him.
Chirag's one rowdy I tell you.
Chirag is the true definition of a man.
Mister, give me the file, please.
-That guy trampled Jhantoo's face. -I see.
And we wash his used plates with our hands.
A man who's such a coward can only have wimps for friends.
You're right.
He should be ashamed.
-An elephant's dick in H-2's mouth! -And in H-3's mouth,
a dinosaur’s dick!
-In H-2's mouth... -A blue whale's dick in H-2's mouth.
It is way bigger than a dinosaur.
Hey, is that Jhantoo?
-Yes. -Bro, I hear you grab feet nowadays?
Are you going to grab something of mine too?
He's about to cry. Look. Look at his face.
Asshole! Do you even have something worth grabbing?
Stop talking.
This is no way to talk.
There has to be some decorum in the hostel.
It's perfect.
-Two teas, uncle. -One hot samosa as well.
So, Goldie, how's your health now?
I'm fit as a fiddle. What's wrong with my health?
The kids are saying that some guy called Chirag shoved you
and then beat you to a pulp.
Since then you're a running a fever. Come close.
You seem fine.
The guy's from H-3. He's in the final year.
He always keeps roaming here. He must be around.
Look. There he is. He's the guy.
Hey, you!
Yes, you. Asshole. Come here.
Chirag, you've written such lengthy answers. I can't memorise them at all.
See we can shorten this fifth one.
Chirag.
Hey, Jhantoo. What's up? Want to play?
What happened? Want to fall at my feet again?
Chirag is my brother, you bastard.
Hey, look! Why is he limping?
He's coming from H-2.
Oh, shit. He seems to have fought.
-Move away. -Come fast. Let's tell everyone.
-Guys, there's been an incident. -What incident?
Brother Jhantoo bashed up Goldie.
-Don't bluff. -I swear on my mother, guys.
-Did he slap him? -Yes, bro.
It's a scandal now.
-Unbelievable! -Goldie?
He thrashed him with slippers.
Jhantoo! Are you okay?
Hold him, Rakhi.
-What's wrong with him? -Is he okay?
He has thrashed Goldie.
Fucking brave, man!
You did the right thing.
-Jhantoo! -Jhantoo!
Move! Move aside!
I'm sorry.
-Jhantoo! -Jhantoo!
Jhantoo, you've been summoned by the Disciplinary Committee.
Don't worry. Just go.
Don't worry.
Perhaps, it's difficult for children to understand at this age
that in any and every fight in this world,
whether there's victory or defeat,
both sides suffer equally.
Which is why after every fight, there's something called a compromise.
But if there's no compromise due to some reasons,
a student's hard work, his chances of getting a placement,
his future can all get compromised.
And then the same ego for which they get into fights
turns to dust. me ego for which they get into fights