You know, Celina shouldn't have done that.
True. She should have told you that she's normal.
She wasted your time.
It would be nice if there were a way to know these things.
Like a place where one could know
who is like you and who isn't.
Like, separate washrooms for you.
Yeah! Washroom reserved for the LGBTQ community.
Super idea.
Don't worry, okay?
And fuck Celina! Okay?
What the fuck!
Why am I at fault here, dude?
I am the victim here.
But I am the one who is hiding.
She came on to me. She fucked up our friendship.
She's the one who created this mess.
Boss, if you ruin things, there's going to be a price to pay.
-I'm so sorry. -It's okay.
Tell me, should I wear these or not? These are fake, though.
I should put them on, right? For an authoritative feel.
Thanks.
Fuck! Now she knows I was in there.
A fucking game of hide and seek my life has become.
But I always get caught.
-Hello. -Caught again.
What day is it?
I don't know. Sunny Saturday?
Your course gets over in exactly one month from today.
But you haven't paid even half the fee.
Pay it soon.
Or the college will lose its purple haired student.
Forty thousand.
Will someone ever let me win?
Everyone just keeps giving me problems. Will anyone give me a solution?
Let my time come.
They all have it coming. I'm gonna give a kick in fucking everyone's asses,
and zoom out from this torture cell.
Rishi, can we talk?
Hello.
So, Shekhu, what are your thoughts on love?
What?
I need your soundbite for the wedding video.
So, what do you think about the big L-O-V-E?
Love…
Never fall in love. Fall into a bed of thorns instead.
That might be less painful.
Mad!
One fallout, but multiple victims.
This is very fucked up.
Guess I'm stuck in this nightmare.
Sir, we have a new app idea.
Bandtribe.
-What? -I'll explain.
If you are a musician looking for other musicians to jam with,
then look no further. Presenting…
Bandtribe.
It's like your friendly neighborhood music agent,
without the ball-busting fees.
And it'll help you create new music, too.
With… You guessed it.
Bandtribe.
Copyright issue
Copyright issue…
Stop.
Ahuja, trust you to come up with something this complicated.
You don't have enough time to code this.
And this, no points for guessing,
is rejected.
Sir, how about this?
If I tracked down who leaked AntiSosh, can I work on this?
Ahuja, it's time to move on.
Sir, how can I move on?
Maybe this is a chance to un-fuck this.
Sir, what if I help with Bandtribe?
They'll manage in one month. Adjust a little bit, sir.
No. Harsh and I will handle it.
You guys suit yourself.
There's no chance she can top, Bub. The plan worked.
Nobody can mess with us, cuz.
What?
Mad or what?
What?
Anmol mustn't know.
Useless NRI.
Guys, I want you to meet a lame ex-student of mine.
He means, he never had a student as awesome as me.
She has a small start-up.
NRLF.
A year old. A million dollars turnover.
Number one on Tech Tomorrow's list of Tech Companies to Watchout For.
Of course.
Number one in showing off.
I've learned from the best.
Good to see you.
Guys, meet Ayesha Duggirala.
She'll supervise you in your beta testing,
which will decide who will get the internship.
Okay? Over to you.
-I actually have some real work to do. -Okay.
Tired of this Bandtribe.
-What? -Okay.
Guys, first of all, I have to ask this.
Who are the overachievers
whose app already has investors from Techie Charge?
Hey! We meet again.
-Hi. -Too cool, guys.
Try to get the MVP in place before the tech fest.
You'd be able to gauge the potential.
Tech fest?
Yeah. We are going to Ajmer in ten days
to attend BLTZKRG, the geeks' convention.
My workshop is lined up too.
-It'll be fun. -What are you so excited about?
The course is almost over and you still don't have any good app ideas.
How do you handle so much rejection?
Don't worry about my rejection.
Remember the bashing I gave you?
Listen, kiddo, that's called beginner's luck.
You'll get bashed when I walk away with the internship.
Okay, anyway, coming back to your app.
Geeky Nerdy Love. Wow.
And is same-sex friendly, too.
-Nicely done! -Thank you.
Make sure it isn't same sex exclusive.
Nostalgia.
This campus is still full of homophobes.
-What's your name again? -Anmol.
Rhymes with "asshole."
I like this Ayesha chick.
What amazing vibes.
She's fun.
-Hi. Hello. -Hello.
I want to do an Insta post about the unsung heroes of this institute,
and you… What can I say? You fight the IT war.
You defeat viruses.
You…
So much, you do so much. And I'm so thankful.
I need a few pictures,
but the light here is kind of wonky.
So, if we could step outside to shoot some thirst traps, I would love that.
Thirst trap?
Don't worry about it. Come on, let's go. It's gonna be fun.
Come on. It'll only take five minutes.
-I promise. -Okay.
-Yes. -After you.
This is called man-in-the-middle attack.
Now we have access to every unsecure computer.
Hey, look. "How to impress hot girls in a budget?"
Why are you looking through search history?
Look for my code. Listen, I need a very serious partner for this.
Thank you so much for your time, sir. I really appreciate it.
-Mom told me how busy you are. -Anything for Ms. Kalpana.
But, Rishi, no one should find out about this, okay?
Because, you know, my job…
No, sir, don't worry about it. I got it.
Nice choice.
Why doesn't anyone have Greta Thunberg or Malala wallpapers?
Shall I change it?
You know what? Change it to Nandini Nahata's wallpaper.
So they know exactly who it is.
How about I tell them you hacked it?
Hey!
-Focus, Dimple. -Fine.
Why do all of Krish's devices have an anti-spy shield?
It came in this envelope. A pen drive. No name was mentioned.
And they wanted very little money. Just 50 grand.
So the company had it delivered secretly.
Are you Simran Malhotra, the most perfect girlfriend?
-I guess. -This is for you.
-Thanks. -Thank you.
Oh, my God, Bub!
-Thank you. -It's your size, right?
Just…
Of course.
What is this?
MYOB.
Mind your own…
business.
Interesting.
You mean you got angry only twice last week?
Yes, sir.
Let's try an exercise.
Maybe you won't get angry anymore.
Let's do it, sir.
Great. So, close your eyes.
Now, I want you to imagine the exact moment
when you beat up your classmate.
But don't imagine yourself there.
Instead, imagine…
someone you respect.
Now think,
how would they react in that situation.
Sir, Zeenat.
She'd take Momo's face in her hands affectionately.
And now all of Momo's teeth are out because he's…
smiling, of course.
Wow, sir.
What an exercise!
This made me realize that…
the only person your anger hurts…
is you.
It's brilliant.
Zeenat beat Momo up too, right?
Anmol, you learnt these lines
from Mindmastermind.com.
And it was a good article. I wrote it.
You are not the first one to try this trick.
But I have a request, Anmol. Just, please don't…
Just don't try and fool me.
Because it doesn't help you or me.
We will get to the practical part of the theory you just mugged up.
I guarantee you.
All I'm asking you for is 45 minutes of honesty.
-Honesty? -Please.
Okay, sir. Here's my honesty.
I imagined that Zeenat is chasing Momo.
Jumping on him. She grabbed him.
If you can make me capable of doing that,
I won't even need your theories.
I guarantee you.
Can you do that?
There should be a universal law.
Lovers can break up. But friendships are forever.
Because when friendship ends,
it's heartbreak is of a different level.
-Happy birthday to-- -Sorry, just a minute.
Birds are chirping… Chirp
Parrots are clapping
We are their friends
We all are making a ruckus
Happy birthday to you!
Thank you.
Why did you need to stay up so late?
My birthday lasts for 24 hours.
Because we wanted to wish you first.
And, listen, take your friends to a hotel.
No, Papa, no need. My friends are throwing a party for me.
Really? You have made some really good friends.
I'm going now. I'll call you in the morning. Go to bed.
-Thank you. Good night. -But, listen…
-Hey! -Bye-bye.
Happy birthday, Dimple.
Hey, guys.
We need some handwritten notes for our app.
Please write something here.
That's weird.
Actually, it's a new feature to test the compatibility of a couple
using their handwriting.
Bub? Let's do it.
Anmol.
Rishi, did you take samples from Harsh and Dimple?
Miss Ahuja, so frisky!
Yuck! Shut up!
-Hey, Robin. -Hi.
Relax.
We still have a lot of laptops to check. It'll be fine.
You're fucking kidding me.
Rishi!
Rishi.
Rishi, just hear me out for a second, please.
Go on. What do you want to say?
Rishi, we were not checking your laptop.
Why would you leak my app?
I shouldn't have blamed you. I'm really sorry.
Do you really think I'm angry about your investigation?
Hey, look…
So, what does love mean to you?
Love is strange.
Love is the most complicated thing in the world.
Also, the messiest.
Fail.
This is your mom's wedding video,
not the trailer of an Imtiaz Ali movie.
God. Okay.
Who hurt you, man?
I understand your pain, Shekhu.
No, really. Meet one more member of the Just-Got-Dumped club.
I'm sorry.
That's okay. Even you'll get over it. We'll go for one more?
Hey, do you ever talk to Nandini?
-No. -Are you not in touch at all?
Not at all.
She has asked me to collaborate with her.
What should I do?
If peace of mind,
personal space,
happiness
don't matter to you,
then by all means, go for it.
So, it's a big day today.
-How do you know-- -I got my first gig in Jaipur.
-Hey, that's amazing! Congratulations. -Thank you.
Come with me. It'll cheer you up.
No. I'm not up for it today.
Come on. Don't make me go alone.
I have no friends here.
I'm all by myself.
Dimple-No-Damsel, you have to save this dude in distress.
Fine. Okay.
Thank you.
Hey, did you check Namrata's laptop?
No, man. There's no need to check her laptop.
She'd never do something like this.
In fact, I have to say sorry to her, but I'm scared.
A great person once said,
friendship is a lifelong commitment.
I guess I should patch up with Namrata.
I'll just tell her, "Yo, you fucked up.
So I said some stuff out of anger.
But it's enough. You also get over it."
She's going to give me one tight slap.
"Okay, fine, I agree, I overreacted. I shouldn't have said that." Now what?
Shall I just apologize?
Fuck, she'll start crying if I say anything.
I can't make her cry again.
I can't see you cry, Namrata.
-I'm… -Here's your takeaway.
-Hey! -Hey!
Hey!
Wanna taste my samosa?
Shit. That sounded wrong.
I'm in a hurry.
Rishi must be waiting for me. He drops me home everyday.
Cool. Got it.
Bye.
You know, I can drop you home sometime.
I'm kind of a kickass rider.
You don't believe me? Just try me sometime.
Bye.
I've changed my opinion.
I fucking don't like this Ayesha chick.
That did not just happen.
No, that did not happen.
Get a grip, Celina.
Time for some payback.
She wanted reserved washrooms.
Hey! Hello!
Super idea, bitch.
Who is this?
Please. Please open the door!
I have a table booked for me!
Please open the door!
The biggest problem is, one gets addicted to hide and seek.
Of course, the heart is beating fast.
There is excitement in this game,
and also fear.
Hey, all okay?
Jitters are good.
Harsh, you have to make me proud.
Shit, sorry. Do you perform better under pressure or opposite?
I'm just…
What's up?
This is Rishi's mom's hotel.
Shit. Okay.
Do you wanna leave?
What about your gig?
I'll get another one.
No.
These chances don't come by often.
Are you sure?
It's okay.
It's his mom's hotel. He won't be here.
-Your jalebi. -Thank you.
Thank you, sir.
Sanskriti.
-What is that? -Jalebi.
I didn't know staying at your mom's hotel would have these benefits as well.
Tasting the amazing wedding menu.
Will you take all my photos without consent?
Look at this photo. It's so cute. You have to see it.
Sir.
You had booked a dinner table for two at Rambagh Hotel today.
Wait a second.
-Please cancel it. -Yes, sir.
Sorry I took so long.
This is beautiful.
What's up? You okay?
Yeah.
Is that her?
And the guy she moved on with.
Hey, don't mope around in front of them.
Show indifference. Like you don't even care.
I have an idea.
Let's pretend we are together.
No need.
I already have a fake girlfriend.
Shall I call you babe in front of them?
I said no. Thanks.
Next up, we have a very talented DJ all the way from California,
Mr. Harsh Agarwal.
-Best of luck. -Thank you.
Rishi…
Thank you.
It's a beautiful place. Thanks for getting me here.
This next track is for the only person who makes me feel at home in Jaipur.
My friend, Dimple.
I'm so glad you like this place, babe.
Tell me something.
Why don't you quit that course?
I mean, it's just a summer course.
This can't be good for you.
I've to complete Namrata and my app.
The money from the investors could make Namrata independent.
I can't leave.
Do you ever think about yourself?
Happy, happy birthday to you
May you live a thousand years
May your face wear A smile with dimples forever
Celina! Did you do this?
It's all me.
Thank you!
-I love it! -Forget thank you. Open this.
A gift.
Pinni! Where did you get this from?
Fuck off. You made these?
I called Simple aunty,
got your favorite sweet's recipe.
Took Kaku's permission.
Basically, I messed up his kitchen.
And here they are, hot and delicious sweets.
This is delicious.
Oh, I'm so talented.
I love it.
-I love you. I'm sorry! -Thank you.
Here, have a sweet. It's Dimple's birthday.
Happy birthday.
Hey, thank you.
Okay, tell me. What were you saying?
The App&About peeps are not ready to listen.
Forget what happened, man.
Focus on your new app.
Hey! You can help me.
We couldn't hack Krish's laptop yet, but you can.
It's perfect.
Yeah.
Why didn't I think of this before?
You are turning into the best Bub ever.
-You called. What's up? -Yeah.
There you go.
Your share. Compensation for Dimple's app.
25K, courtesy App&About.
Thanks for your service, C.
It's a 50-50 partnership.
Besides, you did most of the hard work.
I didn't want to, but I was forced to.
I didn't have a choice.
You did it for the money, right?
So, own it.
By the way, be more careful.
Dimple has her eyes on you.
I'm scared.
They say if you make a mistake in your life,
you'll have to pay for it in this very life.
But the issue is,
you can never stop at one mistake.
You'll have to do ten more to cover up one.
So, I'll have to do what I'm good at.
I have to hide.
And this time, I cannot get caught.
Subtitle translation by Sheela Sijin Mathews