Keep going. Keep going. Keep going. That's it.
-Yeah. You were saying? -How many purifiers are you loading?
All I've heard these past five minutes is, "Keep going"
Sixty of them. We're installing air purifiers in all the embassies.
Lady Luck is smiling at me, buddy.
Another such order, and I would've flown to Finland to meet you.
-That's great. You're killing it. -It's going good, man. That's about it.
-How do you feel after coming back? -I'm just soaking up the sun, man.
It's good both of us are settled, right?
No, but truth be told…
I was in two minds about coming back.
Hey, it's good that you came back.
Or living in these cold countries, you start resembling white dough.
-Right? -Yes.
-Man, all the fun is here. -Yeah, that's right.
You're done slaving for Sanket.
Now I can proudly say that my bro got admitted to IMRC, yes?
You really had to slog, bro.
I didn't get an admission, bugger. I'm not a student.
Have you become a professor then?
You became a professor at IMRC without a PhD?
No, man, not a professor…
Then what are you doing there, bugger?
IMRC has a tie-up with my company.
So, basically, we're making a fraud modeling software
for unauthorized payment gateways.
If I was that good at science, I wouldn't be selling lights.
I meant we try to find out the past activities of online thieves
so that such thefts can be prevented in the future. Understood?
So you're like the Dirty Harry of nerds.
What? You're talking bullshit.
No! I'm sorry.
Yeah, what were you saying?
Nandini's after my life, man. She's really adamant.
Please throw a party.
You're an NRI now.
Yes, bro, why not? Kavya's the one who looks like a foreigner.
No. You look like a middle-class person, she looks rich.
That's right. But what do I do? I was born like this.
What the fuck! Dude, I'll call you later.
You shouldn't hit from this close! What is this?
Get back!
Come out, man. Enough is enough.
And your NRI podcast has been going on since morning.
I didn't call anyone, man. They've been calling me.
Such self-importance!
You're such an ingrate!
I massaged your toes, Kavya.
That's what you do for a cramp!
-What had happened to you? -My foot went numb!
Same thing only.
-How is that the same thing? -One second.
I'm getting a call. Hello?
Mom, I called you right after I got out of the airport.
I was watching Babbu Maan's film.
-That's nice. He's quite good. -Yeah, his acting's quite emotional.
-What else? Where's Dad? -Don't ask about your Dad.
-Yesterday, we went to the tailor. -That guy in Sector-49?
No, I don't go to him anymore.
The guy in the main market of Sector-32 is cheaper.
I had given him a few stoles to dye and had to pick those up.
Dad said he needed some clothes altered, so I asked him to come along.
Now, you won't believe it.
While I was getting his pants altered, he simply vanished.
He returned after 40 minutes,
with three pairs of Bata slippers.
Dad shouldn't be left alone at all.
He said, "The Season Sale is on. When will we get such discounted deals?"
Where's Dad? Let me speak to him as well.
He's right here. One minute.
Tanu wants to speak to you!
He's saying that he will call you back.
His eyesight's going to get worse for sure.
He sits in front of the computer for six hours straight.
This is great.
-You're taunting Dad through me. -No, I'm taunting you as well.
-Mom, come to Bombay. -I never said no.
Should I book tickets then?
You'll have to convince your Dad first. I'm ready.
Okay, I'll try my best.
Yes. Shall I hang up now? Bye.
-Bye, Mom. -All right.
Kulkarni.
You know you're not allowed to hide in a Nerf gun battle, right?
By the way, Uncle called today.
He has fixed your marriage to some Roadie.
Congratulations.
Do invite me to your wedding.
Is something burning?
Fuck! Something's definitely burning.
Shit! Your curtains, Kavya!
Your white curtains.
Fuck, even I'm burning! Fuck, your laptop!
-Shit, your laptop! Your-- -Time, please!
So you love your laptop more than you love me.
Sahil is calling. Wait a second.
Yeah, Sahil.
Yeah.
Okay.
Next week?
Yeah, sure. Okay. Bye.
-So? -I got the fucking job!
Fuck, man, amazing.
He said that they reconsidered it,
and it made sense to make me part of the Sales Strategy team.
That means hard-balling worked, bro.
-Yes, it did. -Dude, damn nice.
What are you doing? And how many millions are you gonna make?
What?
Can this be our me-time room?
It'll probably be the guestroom before that.
What guests, Dhruv?
Mom and Dad are thinking of visiting.
Really? When?
Did you book their tickets?
Mom wants to visit.
But, well…
-We'll have to see about Dad. -Why?
You didn't speak to him?
No, it's just that we've finally started speaking to each other after so long.
It's just…
Our relationship's still a little shaky.
Delicate. "You touch me not." "No, no, you don't touch me."
Plus, I don't know how he feels about the fact that I send money home.
I'm sure he feels good only.
I don't know.
Unless and until the male ego has got involved.
Then it's a little…
Maybe it's none of these things.
You should speak to him when he comes.
If he comes.
And even if he comes, I doubt there'll be any discussion on this topic.
It'll be quite a scene. Full-blown war, in fact.
No war. Only peace.
By the way, if your mom comes over,
she'll definitely talk about our marriage, right?
For sure. But she'll do that in her own manner.
"See, we did what we felt was right."
"Now, this is your system."
"You do what you feel is right for you."
What does "system" mean?
Home, hearth, family, world, household.
Okay. All right.
So, basically, if the word "system" appears in any sentence,
that would mean…
-Marriage. -Got it.
By the way…
I'm in on "marriage."
Should we get married then?
What's going to change?
Okay, a lot of things, but it'll be beneficial.
Marriage is like a free upgrade.
Boyfriend-girlfriend are economy class. Marriage is business class.
Husband, wife. Nice. Full freedom.
Have sex. Live the way you want.
As if we were taking permission right now.
-No, but you know what I mean. -I know. You're right.
Marriage really is a free upgrade.
-It'll be easy to get a flat in Bombay. -Exactly.
It'll be easy to get loans from banks.
You know, it's almost like the society rewards married people.
That's it. It's the same in Delhi, man.
Just get married, it's a shortcut to please everyone.
Even if you turn out to be a useless child,
if you get married, your parents will forgive everything.
Okay, then.
I'll tell Aunty that I'm ready to marry her useless son.
Honored.
It's not like there are only benefits to a marriage.
I mean…
Look, right now, if you wish to speak to my parents, you can.
Or you don't have to. You know what I mean?
-And vice-versa. -Yes, but…
After marriage, these expectations change.
And people start expecting these things, especially from women.
I mean, some distant aunt of yours will be super annoyed and offended
if my pudding is not on point or something.
Yeah but, Kulkarni, I'll ensure that nothing like this happens.
Yes, but it does happen, Dhruv.
Dude, in this deal, there's no room for your discomfort.
Promise.
-These Indian aunties… -Dhruv!
We can revamp this, man.
I have a few ideas.
I've called the carpenter at 2:30 p.m. He'll be here.
Shit.
What the fuck?
Wasn't this marked as fragile?
What the fucking fuck, man?
We told the airlines to handle this with care.
-Fuck! -Exactly.
What's the use of putting the "fragile" sticker?
What crap?
I'm going to tweet about this. Have you seen my phone?
Found it.
-Dhruv, you scratched my cornea, man. -What?
Show.
-Splash some cold water on your eye. -Dhruv, it's a cornea scratch.
Please find a doctor. We need to go.
Are you sure you're not overreacting?
Okay, I'll look for a doctor.
I'm gonna sue these airline motherfuckers.
With that money, I'll get your eye-replacement surgery done.
It was so beautiful, man. They broke it.
So do you see this long, slender, red, ribbon-like-looking slit?
-The one against the white background? -Yeah.
So, white is the cornea, and red is the scratch.
-Kavya, come please. -Yes.
I'm sorry.
-I did scratch your cornea. -I told you.
-I thought you were joking. -It had happened once when I was a kid.
-So I knew the pain. -Really? When?
-Kavya, how old are you? -I'm 30.
Is it paining a lot?
Then I can increase your painkiller dosages accordingly.
-No. It's just my foot's gone to sleep. -Okay.
Does it happen often?
-The foot sleeping? -Yeah.
This morning. Right?
Yeah, it just happened this morning.
Okay. I saw you rubbing your back also.
Yeah, I mean, it's nothing. We've just been traveling a lot, so…
I just think I need proper rest.
I think, ideally, you should take this to an ortho, you know.
-Sure. -Anyone that you recommend?
-There's Dr. Dogra on the fifth floor. -Yeah, great. Thank you.
-Doctor, my Kavya will live, right? -Dhruv!
First, you blinded me in one eye. On top of that, you have no remorse.
It's just a matter of a week.
It's Dad. I'll take this.
-Yes, Dad. -Yes, tell me, Tanu.
I got a little busy. I had to send out a few bills.
-I had been putting it off for a few days. -Okay.
-Nowadays, I send out computerized bills. -That's good.
Yes, people take that a little seriously.
-Gone are the days of paper bills. -Yeah, you're right.
Okay, so Nadi mentioned you want us to visit you in Bombay?
Yeah, that's what I was thinking.
It'll be nice if you visit.
Yes, we can visit.
-Both of you? -Yes. I will speak to Pura ji.
If a two-tier AC is available, we'll travel comfortably.
Why would you take a train? I'll book your flight.
Okay, but book a flight with a layover.
With a layover? Why? It'll unnecessarily take longer.
Not like we're in any rush. In fact, it's better.
We'll have a comfortable stop in between. We can stretch our legs, drink tea.
Dad, it's a two-hour-long flight.
Come home and stretch your legs all you want.
Okay, go ahead, but book a cheap one.
You should've said that.
Look for deals. There's plenty of sales on domestic flights.
Yeah, for sure. Don't worry.
-Okay. -Okay, bye.
Bye, Dad.
Kavya.
It's a nerve compression.
Yes, in the back. I know. I read it too.
I'm just not convinced.
-He is a doctor. -Yes, but I'm not sure.
Okay, so…
How will you be sure? Tell me what you want to do.
It's not like I have an abnormal backache, Dhruv.
Can we take another opinion?
Please?
Fine.
That's the thing, Nandu bhaiya.
We had to take a second opinion. It was a given we'd reach out to you.
Of course, Tanu. Family comes first.
Here, talk to her.
-Hi, Kavya. -Hi.
So, I went through your reports,
and yes, I completely agree with the diagnosis.
High chances that there's a nerve compression in the spinal cord.
Yep. But are we sure this is it?
Because I was just reading online, so I--
Kavya, your generation's very tech-savvy,
but Google's not the answer to everything.
For now, I will suggest that you take proper bedrest,
and let the muscle relaxants work. Okay, Tanu?
Yes, bhaiya.
But… How will I manage these schedules? Because…
I'll have to take medicines. And how do I go to work every day?
That's difficult right now, Kavya.
I mean, a nine-to-five job in such a condition…
I won't suggest that.
Actually, bhaiya, she just got a job.
Well, Tanu, I do understand that, but… the recovery process is also important.
You know, what she needs right now is proper bedrest,
physiotherapy, yoga, and a proper diet.
And…
Is surgery an option?
Well, it is an option,
but generally, at your age, the body recovers very quickly.
So, I will suggest that you wait for a few months.
And let's see, probably, you won't even need a surgery.
I'm sorry, Kavya, this is the first time we're talking, and…
it's on such a topic.
But buckle up.
Look, a body is bound to get diseases and go through pain.
It's all a part and parcel of life.
By the way, I saw your photographs on Instagram.
The ones from the Kerala trip.
Yeah. It was really nice, bhaiya. You should go there as well.
You get banquet meals even in Cyber City nowadays. You get a lot of things there.
Chamomile tea.
Are you worried?
What's the point of worrying?
Clearly, it doesn't really help, right?
We hardly even celebrated me getting a job, Dhruv.
All that time, effort, hard work…
What was all that for, man?
Why the fuck do I have a fucking back problem now?
How the hell did I manage to get it? You're the one who doesn't sit straight.
It's just not fair, Dhruv.
Look…
I don't know if this helps you or not.
I had read this in a book.
Once, there was a king.
His mother gave him a ring.
And on that ring was inscribed, "This too shall pass."
And she said to him,
"Don't forget to look at this on good days and on bad days."
Come here.
Everyone's really excited to have you back, Kavya.
I've added you to the strategy group mail trail.
Just so you're in the loop before you come in next week. Cheers.
Subtitle translation by: Shruti Shukla