Sex. All of our lives revolve around this one thing.
Especially my life.
Especially today.
This looks fucking scary.
But I have to do it for the boy I love.
Yeah. There's another thing that our lives revolve around…
Love.
Hey, no, no. Let's wait till the wedding.
What?
Till after Mom's wedding.
Ew. Ew, ew, no.
I'll have to do all this the first time?
Oh, shit.
Hi!
Why are you alone?
Isn't your stupid boyfriend taking care of you?
Relax cuz. I'm totes fine now.
Omigod! I'm so close to 250K!
Nice! Looks like you're feeling better.
I got some fruits for you.
Give. Open it. Thank you.
Give your eyes some rest sometimes at least.
This must be the reason you felt giddy.
So much screen-time isn't good for the brain.
Nobody touches my phone, Z.
Use it less.
No.
She doesn't listen.
According to a survey, 70% people believe
that when they are using a gadget, their anxiety increases.
Why don't we keep a "No Tech Day"?
Let these kids get some time to talk to each other one-on-one.
That's what fills your heart with joy,
not by leaving heart emojis on Instagram.
Right?
-"No Tech Day"? -Yeah.
In a tech course?
Yeah.
So, "No Tech Day" it is, Karim.
Phone?
And the third and final thing around which all of our lives revolve…
Technology.
Momo, if I find one more gadget, it's mine.
Hey, my Shimmers! Believe it or not, it's a "No Shimmering" day.
It's a dark day. I did not know it was ever gonna happen,
but it's happening. And--
Excuse me, I was talking.
Bye.
I called you because I thought that you might've called me
and thought that the call didn't go through.
I might smack you. Hang up.
I really liked Zeenat's and Siddharth's idea of a "No Tech Day",
but I didn't expect it to blow up like this.
Shhh, I'm in a meeting.
You know, I've got a terrible feeling about this day.
Just the worst feeling ever.
Come, I'll help you pack your stuff.
Why? Are you taking me to your home? You love me that much?
Tomorrow's the last day to pay the fee.
Okay, just let me make one phone call, please.
Pretty please, help me out with this. One phone call.
Boss, I haven't received my salary yet.
Finish today's orders first.
But, boss, I don't have a phone today.
Fuck!
Sir, I want to go to Nandini ma'am's…
I'll come back later.
No, no. Please tell us something about the great Nandini Nahata.
Just that I want to get admission into Nandini ma'am's institute at any cost.
And there's a ton of work left on my app. Please give me my laptop.
Actually, Ahuja, I checked your progress on that.
And I have to say, you've caught up really well.
Very impressed.
The one with the real problem is Mr. Shekhawat here.
His mom's getting married tomorrow.
And he needs his phone to co-ordinate, collaborate, etc.
I have a solution.
You are in luck.
I save all of my devices.
I'm a gadget hoarder.
You can make calls, take calls, send SMSes, receive SMSes,
but you can't do anything smart with it.
But it'll serve your purpose.
Thanks, guys.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
You can play Snake on it.
It's a compulsory holiday, man.
Oh, no.
What should we do the entire day?
I got some ideas.
Thanks. Much appreciate this.
I'll return it tomorrow.
Hey, there's no need for that. This is yours now.
And anyway, Dad will buy me a new one, so…
-What? -I…
How the tables have turned.
This is amazing. Okay, let's give them some privacy.
Please continue. Don't forget to lock the door.
And remember to use protection.
-Bye. -Bye.
What are you doing?
Sorry, I… I'm…
Actually, no,
-I have never… -It's okay. It's fine. Totally fine.
Also, I don't think I'm ready.
I understand. Sorry.
But…
Whatever was going on up till now was okay.
Hey, what's up, buddy?
Hello.
Sudoku?
Nice.
Okay, have these App&About people given us the full money?
-Yeah. -Right.
Why, do you need more money?
No, no, I was just asking. Anyway…
You must be having major Tinder withdrawal, right?
Hey, I've deleted the app.
Yeah, and I pushed my scooter off a cliff.
Hey, I'm telling you… I really love Simran.
Now no more distractions, it's… Simran.
Okay, if that's true, then good for you.
How's the bromance?
-Hello? -Hi. This is Ayesha.
May I speak with Namrata?
Yeah, please wait a minute.
Nammu, Ayesha is calling.
-Hi. -Hey, so did you think about it?
I have planned it.
First, a bike ride, and then we'll do some touristy things. You'll come, right?
Classmate?
Yeah.
Is that a yes?
Okay, so I'll let you know?
-Okay. See you. -Yeah.
-Hello. -Hello?
Listen, I'm going out, so if anyone asks, I'm with you.
-Okay? -But you're actually with Biker 2.0?
-Bye, Rishi. -Bye, Namrata.
I hope her Lady Luck shines brighter and takes her further than first base.
Be patient, madam. Being patient has its rewards.
Yuck! But, seriously, why not?
Because I believe that to make love, you have to be in love,
and we're not in love right now. An unpopular opinion, I know.
But it's only meant for true love.
Man, who knows what true love is.
The one that lasts.
So, by this logic, Dimple wasn't your true love?
No.
Such filmy fantasy notions you have.
Take your mom, for example.
She didn't fall in love once, she fell in love twice.
Listen, your boss is waiting for us. Shall we go?
The duration is not the benchmark for true love, Shekhu.
I'm with your mom on this one.
Don't pull a long face.
I don't know what you keep saying half the time!
You're a dog!
You must find this boring, right?
You must have conquered all the levels there.
Levels?
I had forgotten this one.
Taking it slow.
I think this is the best one.
Can I stay here tonight?
No, I just… I just wanna sleep next to you, if that's okay.
Okay.
Fuck, no!
I have a VC with the Berklee counsellor tonight. I forgot.
My stuff is at home, so I'll have to go.
Sometimes, I forget that you're leaving.
The flight's on Wednesday.
Five days.
I'll miss you.
You know what, love is a habit.
You get accustomed to love.
Even when you know that it's not like… permanent.
Oh, man! That was so close!
Yeah.
Just missed by an inch.
I've never seen you here before.
Are you learning to play to impress Kalpana?
It's very tough to please that woman. Take it from me.
Fuck.
Looks like you've missed your shot, buddy.
-See you later. -Come.
Can't believe it, bro. What is this?
Now you are his friend?
I've been asking you to play with me for years, but no.
He comes and you find the zeal to play? Now you're Tiger Woods?
Can you please not create a scene here, Dad?
Dad? Why are you calling me "Dad"? Go and call him that.
Yeah, bro, go and kiss your new daddy's ass.
Ashish, I'm going to give you a tight slap!
Did you see? He has started talking like you now.
You asked why I didn't play golf with you all these years, right?
-Yeah. -Because it was on this golf course
that Mom and I caught you with your friend.
Mom could've at least given him one more chance.
Ashish, that was Mom's choice. Not yours or mine.
And what did you do after becoming a single dad?
You used your eight year old son as your wingman.
Please, don't try to be friends with me now.
Because I'm really happy she found him.
I can be friends with him, at least.
Yeah? Go to hell then!
I don't want to attend your mom and that Rannvijay's wedding.
Best news ever, Dad.
Yeah, whatever!
I won't attend either.
Come on, son.
Relationships can be so overrated.
And fucking disappointing.
I told you, there's a ghost in my room. Please come.
Ghosts are not real, spirits are.
-Then it must be a spirit. -During the day?
It must be rats. Come, I'll show you.
You're getting worried for nothing. Come with me.
But we did one thing right.
We invented devices.
At least we can have perfect relationships with them.
Yay! So, I'm the queen of tech.
I've got the feels in love.
Now, only sex is remaining, Sim.
And I'm so ready for my first time.
Or am I?
Harsh? Hi.
Hey.
I heard you're going back?
Back to your Mia Malkova kinda levels, yeah?
All your hook-ups must be like that, right?
Those twisty, bendy, deep-throating type?
Why is everyone talking about me and my levels?
I mean, you don't have to be shy with me!
I know what guys find exciting.
I've watched a lot of porn.
Simran, are you confusing real life with porn?
You know what, I think you should talk to a girl about this.
But you're the sexpert, right?
Okay.
Let me give you some sexpert… expert advice.
Yes!
Porn is entertainment.
It takes a normal, real-life situation and turns it into this crazy sex act.
Take them, for example.
Actually, I've written the book, but…
Instead of going to Ayesha, you could go directly to the source.
Now imagine that you're wearing imaginary porn-vision glasses.
This scene would've played out different.
Zeenat would've been a sexy or naughty student.
And would ask the professor for extra classes.
Then, she would play dumb.
-Sir! -Yes.
I don't understand this!
Don't worry. I'll explain. Turn to page 69.
Yeah!
Naughty!
But look at their real-life chemistry.
You won't get this in porn.
In porn, everything's for the viewer.
The costumes, the camera angles, everything.
But real-life sex, that's for you.
Trust me, it's very special if it's with someone you love.
It's gonna be special, Sim.
It'll be really beautiful.
You good?
Yeah, I'm great.
Tonight's the night, Bub.
-Hi! -Hi!
Isn't your house a bit further?
Yeah, but Mom and Dad can't know that I'm going for a ride with you.
So you're taking them for a ride? Nice!
If you're gonna make this puppy dog face, I'll never be able to pull your leg.
Come, sit.
I told you that I'm not gonna say anything.
Why are you wasting your time?
Because I won't say anything.
Then don't say.
Don't say anything to me.
Say it to them. Just imagine that
whosoever makes you angry is sitting here.
I want you to imagine that. Talk to them.
Tell them that they're…
Assholes.
Or whatever they might be.
Try it.
You've become a psycho instead of a psychologist.
Think of it as a game. You like games, right, Anmol?
I promise, it'll be better than clay therapy.
Give it a shot. Come on.
This is a fucking joke.
Come on, be a sport.
I had asked you a simple question, man.
And you exploded like a bomb. Why?
You're the asshole, Anmol. Face it!
Subconsciously, you know who you're really mad at.
Just face it.
What happened, asshole?
I thought you were just handicapped. Have you turned senile, too?
What are you doing with this idiot?
Mental masturbation? Oh, man!
Anmol is sharing his feelings.
His sentiments.
No one understands my feelings.
Not this old man, nor my friends, nor you.
I don't understand?
But I know you very well.
Anmol Malhotra, captain of the football team.
Has two girlfriends.
Can run marathons. But you don't have one thing.
What is it? This wheelchair of yours?
Yeah, I have a wheelchair!
Bloody handicap!
I have to ask people for help!
For going to the toilet, or to the first floor.
Even picking up a pencil from the floor is a task!
My entire life is a marathon.
But this marathon isn't something you can run.
You bloody pompous asshole.
You're the world's biggest idiot!
A person who drinks and drives. You're a fucking idiot!
Look at me!
This! This is Anmol's competitive spirit. Where was it?
-Anmol, Anmol! -I'm handicapped!
-Don't pity me! -Anmol! Anmol!
Anmol! Anmol! Anmol!
Do you understand now?
You're angry at the old Anmol.
And his thoughts keep running in your mind all the time.
You speak to yourself, too, in his words.
But it's enough now.
From now on, you have to listen to this Anmol.
The one who has courage, and never gives up.
I want to give up, sir.
I can't do this everyday.
I have no one, sir.
I'm alone.
Anmol, from tomorrow onwards, we won't meet here.
I want to show you that you're not alone.
Hey, Anmol.
Hey, do you know where Krish is?
Who are you?
Actually, we hang out a bit sometimes.
I don't actually know where he is.
But he isn't appearing on my Tinder matches today.
So, I looked for him on Instagram and sent a DM.
But even my DMs aren't going through. #InstaDown.
Then I saw this institute's photos on his account.
Hey, where's Krish?
I need my phone!
I don't want love or sex. I just need my phone.
I just need my camera, so I can post a story.
I just need that fucking phone!
I just wanna scroll mindlessly till I can numb this pain in my heart.
I need a new filter.
I need to change my story.
I need that version of Google that tells me what to do next.
Fight or flight?
Love someone…
…or not?
I need a one million GB storage hard drive to offload my memories into.
I don't want that Facebook alert of,
"Five years ago, you met the love of your life."
I need space for new memories.
I need the kind of maps that tell me my next move.
Somewhere nobody can find me.
Not even me.
My dear?
What happened? Why are you so sad?
Uncle, I love a girl.
Love? Love is a wonderful feeling. Whoever it is for.
I don't want to talk about it.
I won't say anything to anyone.
Most people can't face their problems.
Rather, they look for excuses to forget about them.
But, you? What you're doing isn't easy.
You have a lot of courage.
You can talk to me anytime you want.
I have quite a lot of experience with life's troubles.
And remember one more thing. I'll be right here for you, always. Okay?
-It's okay, I understand… -Get out.
Get the fuck out!
-Get the fuck out of here! -Just try and understand.
I don't want to see you ever again!
Just listen to me, Simran!
-I just have to explain it to you… -Take this!
-Hear me out! -Your stupid gift!
I'll tell you why I did it, Simran.
-Listen to-- I'm trying to say-- -Take this hair dryer!
You won't even need this in two years! You know since when I knew about this?
But I never said anything. I pretended like I didn't know!
You know why? Because I trusted you! I trusted you, you balding fuckface!
Enough! Enough.
I've heard enough. Whatever you're doing,
let me know when you're done with your overacting and your drama.
Why? Why can't you ever just be fucking normal?
Why can't you be chill like others?
It's simple. Look at Celina. Why is she cool?
Because she doesn't pretend to be someone else.
That's the difference between her and you.
All of your pretenses like, "Bub, this, Bub, that" are for Instagram.
Now put yourself in my shoes. How long could I wait?
When we both know what the reality is.
And it's like you… You're…
The fucking queen of fake!
I'm fucking tired.
Asshole!
Today, my boyfriend became my troll.
I knew this was going to be a terrible day.
Shall I leave?
We should get used to tolerating each other now, isn't it?
Anyway, my quota for getting angry is done for today, so…
Okay.
So, how is it going?
How's the app leak investigation going?
It's over. It was a dead end.
It's good, actually. You can properly move on now.
I mean…
I know.
I used to spend a lot of time on the terrace as a kid.
I used to track constellations.
Me too.
Good, at least that's something we have in common.
That one was my favorite star. Aquila.
And that star is called Vega.
On its left is Altair.
Did you know that Vega and Altair were lovers?
Vega was the daughter of a god, and Altair was a cow-herder.
Their parents made a river between them, so they would never meet.
But, every year, they were allowed to meet for one night.
Birds would flock together to form a bridge over the river.
What?
You know this story?
I don't remember when I stopped going to the terrace.
Even today, if I had my laptop, I'd be playing games in my room.
And if I had my smartphone, I wouldn't be here.
Would have found a hundred ways to keep myself busy.
Anyway, there's a lot of pending work. Mom's wedding, and…
Rishi?
How are you dealing with it?
Your mom's wedding?
I…
I don't know.
Maybe when I see her at the altar, maybe I'll know how I feel.
Maybe.
You should come.
Mom has invited you.
Thanks, but…
I have a lot of work, and…
Yeah, it's okay. I understand.
Anyway, good night.
Good night.
-Dimple? -Yeah.
You can bring Harsh along, if you want.
It's okay.
Yeah.
So, do you have any more questions?
Yeah, actually, I do.
What if I don't come right away?
You mean, skip a semester?
Something like that.
Well, I'm surprised to hear that.
Cause you've already paid your fees in full.
You only have 24 hours to decide, otherwise you're not gonna get a refund.
It's $10,000.
We think our lives revolve around three things.
Love, sex and tech.
But, you know what? I think we are wrong.
In the end, it's only about one thing.
The beep of a phone is not important.
What's important is who's on the other side of the beep.
Whether the camera has 50 or 100 megapixels,
eventually we see a picture through the lens of our heart.
Yeah, bro, go and kiss your new daddy's ass.
I don't want to attend your mom and that Rannvijay's wedding.
I won't attend either.
So, in the end,
our life only revolves around one thing.
We can manage without sex and tech.
But this fucking love…
Dimple?
I want to ask you something.
Subtitle translation by Shruti Shukla