Prem ji, I will call you at the right time.
At your service, sir.
Not a problem at all.
Chotu Ram!
- Hello! - How are you? God bless you.
Namaste.
- Long time no see! - Yeah.
I told my son
that Chotu Ram ji's nephew
wants to meet you.
Well, here you go. This is Mahasingh.
- Greetings, bhaisahab. - Greetings.
How can I help you, bhaisahab?
Dheeraj bhai…
I also want to get the MP ticket
for Gurugram constituency.
That's great.
Which party will you join?
Well…
JND!
By the way,
I've invited Vedha as well.
I hope it won't be awkward for you.
Why would it be awkward?
I really thought you guys…
would hit it off after that day at the beach.
Me too.
It's a call from the producer's office.
Let's find out whether
we're both throwing today's party
or if it's just you.
Hello.
Hi, Nina.
Dheeraj bhai…
there is another candidate for the ticket.
Kukreja.
Ellora Real Estate
and Westedge Real Estate
are supporting him at the fullest.
And you already know
why both of them are backing Kukreja.
Ellora and Westedge's projects are currently on hold, right?
That's right.
Dheeraj bhai,
I'm aware that one of your projects
is also stuck in my constituency.
But I promise you,
if I become the MP, I'll make sure your project gets top-priority clearance.
But if Kukreja wins,
you already know which projects will get the green light.
How much funding does the party need?
Bhai, a total fund of 100 crores has already been transferred by Kukreja.
We have also transferred 35 crores.
Another 15 crores will be arranged in a couple of days.
Then we'll need at least 50 crores more.
Look, Mahasingh.
Had you run with the NDP instead of the JND,
you'd have had our full support.
We've been with them from the very start.
Look, Bhimrao…
you are already aware of NDP's situation.
It's pretty bad.
JND's candidate is going to be the clear winner.
But as the village elders say, Chotu Ram…
"No matter what the situation, never turn your back on three things.
First, your wife.
Second, your party.
And third,
a promise you've given."
But, tauji…
our caste matters more than the party.
Jat!
And among all Jats, the ones from our village come first.
Who are you?
Tauji, I'm Kataria.
Jimmy Kataria.
You are absolutely right, boy.
And that's why…
we've always been with NDP.
Because NDP is a party
that has always stood up for our people.
But a party consists of people, tauji.
So naturally, we should back the party that represents our people.
It's true that NDP has supported us.
But across the nation, the momentum is clearly with JND.
So, what can we do?
Should we just back the losing party?
Or should we get your nephew, Mahasingh elected from your village, Kanjhawala
and then push our agenda?
Shouldn't we come to power and get Dheeraj bhai's multi-crore project back on track?
No.
I think, Chotu Ram ji, I need not give my support.
That's not fair.
And well…
it's his money and his business.
I'll leave it up to him.
Mahasingh bhai…
Considering the benefits I stand to gain in the future,
50 crores isn't a big amount.
But if Dad wants it,
I will honor his word.
Okay, let's go.
Oh, Mahasingh ji…
we should present what we had prepared for tauji.
Jimmy bhai, never mind. Let's go.
- Alright. - Tauji…
Chotu Ram ji mentioned that you haven't been to the village in years.
There's something I want you to hear.
I'll only take four minutes of your time.
Go on, let's hear it.
Prem ji!
Jimmy bhai,
is it really important to have a Ragini performance inside their house?
Mahasingh ji, if you'd told me we'd only get five minutes with him,
I would've given you one minute to speak
and used the other four for the Ragini performance.
Jimmy bhaiya, tell me something.
This Ragini performance…
and that made-up line that was recited to the client
before heading to the terrace that day…
is all of this also some kind of bullshit I'm not aware of?
Jatin, if your point makes no sense,
and your logic is pure pretense…
dress it up in clever rhyme, and truth will follow close behind.
Is this rhyme true?
Well…
you can only make something illogical seem better by dressing it up in rhyme.
But, Mahasingh ji, there's something
that hits the heart of the listener and makes them forget all logic.
You've rhymed everything once again.
Jimmy bhai…
what is it that
makes the listener lose sight of the logic?
Mahasingh ji, a friend of mine, Manni, fell in love with a girl back in college.
Preeti.
The most beautiful and affluent girl in the college.
But some butt-ugly jerk managed to win her over.
Manni didn't understand it.
He drank himself senseless and cried, "Why, Preeti, why?"
Mahasingh ji, that butt-ugly guy used a brilliant psychological trick.
He proposed to her by playing an Arijit Singh song on his guitar.
He made her cry.
An emotional girl will overlook an unattractive face.
And that's how that butt-ugly guy landed the prettiest girl in college.
Mahasingh ji…
songs.
A song can stir emotions,
and an emotional person can do anything.
Truth be told
I swear by Lord Ram
My heart aches
For my beloved village back home
Truth be told
I swear by Lord Ram
My heart aches
For my beloved village back home
When dawn breaks and my eyes open wide
I hear the rooster's morning cry
From temples and shrines Chants fill the air
Echoes of devotion everywhere
At sunrise and sunset
The prayers would rise
My heart aches For my beloved village back home
Truth be told
I swear by Lord Ram
My heart aches For my beloved village back home
Food is ready.
Oh, I've wandered far Seen the world's glow
But I'll return to my roots, I know
To serve my land, where I was born
Repay my debt to the soil I'm from
Through sacred fires Through giving and grace
With honest intent I'll find my place
My heart still longs for my village dear
Truth be told I swear by Lord Ram
My heart aches For my beloved village back home
Truth be told I swear by Lord Ram
Chase your dreams Don't let money rule who you are
Truth be told I swear by Lord Ram
Chase your dreams Don't let money rule who you are
Yes.
It's Skylark. Skylark.
Take a left from there.
My elder brother…
couldn't clear the IAS exam.
He exhausted all his attempts.
But today, I feel like…
like…
my brother has become an IAS officer!
You have become a fucking hero!
You are a hero now!
Sir! Writer-director!
Congratulations!
Oh, wow!
- Come, let's make a drink. - Sure.
Who's she?
She's our neighbor.
Come, let's get a drink.
- Expensive red wine and all! - It's my favorite.
Do you like her?
No.
Shall I hit on her?
- Hey! - Hi.
- Here! - Thank you.
My friends are here. I'll go bring them over. Be right back.
Want some juice, dude?
I'll take a whiskey.
Large.
On the rocks.
Yes, sir!
You should try acting.
Come visit the casting company for an audition.
You've got the face of a heroine.
I know that.
But your face isn't exactly the kind that could make someone a heroine.
Here.
Who will drink this poison?
Fill it up with a cold drink.
Where's Vedha?
She's coming.
She was on a call with her fiancé.
This has to be the 50th call today.
He's very…
fond of her.
- Called you so many times. - It's always on silent.
When you called me, he was sitting right in front of me.
I told him right away that Ashvin's having a party and we have to go.
- Prakash? - Why didn't you pick up the call?
Bro!
Prakash bhai!
He is the writer of my film, Ashvin.
Fucker, why didn't you tell me your script was being shot?
Fuck!
Congratulations, bro!
Dude!
I had no idea about this either!
When were you planning to tell me?
Only the team and cast has been finalized for now.
I would've told you once the shoot began.
Until then, everything's uncertain. You know how this goes.
Fuck, man! Fuck!
One of my friends is the hero, and another's writing the film!
- Oh, boy! - Congratulations!
Guys!
Come get your drinks first.
I also want to join the celebration.
- Come on. He'll get upset. - Come on here, quick!
Man, he didn't tell us anything. So secretive!
Bro, you know what?
This is huge news!
You’ve waited years for this.
To direct your own script!
It's happening, man!
Honestly speaking,
until two days ago, I was still contemplating
whether to sell all my scripts.
I even told Prashant that I'm starting to doubt my plan.
Is… this the same script from the theater?
No.
It's an old script.
Hey, do you remember that script I told you about four or five years back?
About an underconfident boy who's been single all his life,
who gets into his first relationship at his very first job.
The girl falls for his sincerity, but eventually gets bored of him.
No, you must have told about it to someone else.
You've probably forgotten. I told you about it.
Oh, I haven't spoken to Prashant about your film.
What is it about?
Something just like this.
This is what sells these days. Love, romance, breakups, and all that.
Ours is just a variation of that.
I see.
Finally!
Hi.
Congratulations, Ashvin!
Thank you.
Congratulations, Prashant!
No neat drinks for you today. You go crazy after that.
Tell me, what will you have?
No, nothing.
I just came to congratulate them.
Have a great time, guys.
- Bye. - Hey, listen!
Please stay.
I won't stay long either.
I'm not feeling well, so I'll go get some rest.
I guess she's feeling awkward.
You ask her to stay.
Forget about it.
Bye.
Congratulations once again.
Be right back.
- Hello? - Jimmy bhai.
Dabas' father had called.
Mahasingh ji…
I'm just stepping out of the liquor store.
Please tell me there's good news.
I swear on my father, I'll grab another bottle
and head home tonight, carried on Kataria and Deshwal's shoulders!
You congratulate me twice…
but couldn't say sorry even once.
Stop, Jimmy bhai. Wait.
He called, but didn't say anything.
But he wants to meet again tomorrow.
I really hope your Ragini idea pulls off a miracle!
That day…
when we were at the beach…
your wedding was already fixed.
Were you just messing around with me?
No.
I was not messing around, Prashant.
"I will take care…
of your responsibilities."
How will you do it?
You're getting married.
What I told you…
was my dream.
But what is happening is my responsibility.
Are they forcing you to get married?
Prashant…
I have to stay with my family.
My dad's health hasn’t been good.
So, why are you getting married?
The boy lives nearby.
I can drop by home every day.
What I mean is…
stay at home…
take care of them.
But why are you getting married?
I've picked a guy for his money too, Prashant.
But not for chasing my own dreams after marriage.
Actually, I will have to give up
what I truly want.
I'm doing this because my family is my responsibility.
Dad's treatment is very expensive.
And we've run out of all our savings.
The boy's family has assured us of financial support.
How much are you spending on your dad's treatment?
I'm about to receive my film's advance,
and the remaining payment will follow shortly.
Prashant…
please don't get yourself into this.
This is not your problem.
And don't make it yours.
In this situation, the one who should have taken responsibility is my elder brother.
He could have lived with them and helped them.
I also helped him
when I secured admission in India's best fashion designing college.
I chose a college in Delhi over that.
Because my brother
got an amazing job offer in Bengaluru.
I completed my graduation in Delhi, and worked there for five years.
I took care of my dad as well.
And finally,
eight months back, when my brother got a job he wanted in Delhi,
I came to Mumbai.
The city where my dreams had to come true.
I gave eight years of my life at home for my brother's sake.
And he couldn't even stay there for eight months.
The family's situation was taking a toll on his mental health.
So, he moved out.
He even stopped sending us money…
and eventually, stopped calling too.
We'll figure something out, Vedha.
I have done it earlier.
Turn down the marriage proposal.
Prashant…
I was not messing with you that day on the beach.
I have loved you for a while.
I just wanted to feel it once.
To love someone,
and be loved back.
And I felt it during those two hours.
Those two hours
will stay with me forever.
I'm here to fucking surprise you! Why won't you answer your damn phone?
Where's your phone?!
This is too much!
How are you?
Looking hot!
Get my bag.
It's too humid here.
Who is he?
He's my neighbor, Prashant.
Prashant, this is Sonu.
Sonu, her fiancé.
My fiancé, Sonu.
Prashant, I'll see you.
Enjoy your party.
What's his deal?
Close the door.
Yes.
It's raining, man.
Is Vedha joining us?
Her fiancé is here.
Obviously.
Come, let's go.
Bro, I threw out a lot of jokes up there.
She was laughing so hard.
She even rested her hand on my shoulder.
Love will unfold slowly.
Slowly.
Unbelievable!
Where's Prakash?
Those guys left.
Prakash had some urgent work.
- Come on. - Ashvin.
Please read my film's script after the party tonight.
Definitely, bro!
I'm also excited to give it a read.
But I'll go through it tomorrow, fresh and focused.
Today, when you were telling us the story of your film…
I didn't…
Please just read it once.
Read it in the morning…
but just read it.
Uncle, I'm leaving.
Okay.
Take care.
Come in, sir.
Uncle, I'm leaving.
Okay.
Open the door…
just this much.
And…
leave your footwear off when you come back in.
Can you do it?
Yes, bhaiya, she'll do it.
Did you get it?
Don't worry, she will do it.
It'll be done.
How's this?
Nice!
You must be taking the photos with low brightness, right?
Because you glow!
Then you definitely need a halogen.
Guys… I need to make a call.
It's been too long. Where is Ashvin?
Let me check.
You know how to pout?
You should have at least told me.
You wrote a script based on the same idea.
I wouldn't have gone so far to sell my script, man.
I don't understand.
What same idea?
We'd still get more ideas, Prakash.
It is what writers do.
But you…
just fucked my trust over.
I hope you registered it under your name.
I was new here in 2020 when I narrated it to him.
Back then, I didn't even know
we needed to register our ideas and scripts under our name.
I started registering in 2022.
We can check when he registered his script.
The confidence he showed when he claimed it as his idea…
makes me think he must have registered it before I did.
To hell with checking!
Take me to his place.
I swear on my mother…
A writer needs his thumb to write.
I'll make sure he never writes another word.
What do you need a thumb for when all you do is copy scripts?!
These days, it's typing.
What?
They type the script nowadays.
So, even if you break his thumb,
he will still be able to type.
I'll pin him down and rip his arm right off!
Take me there!
I'll talk to my producer tomorrow.
He's a good man.
He'll do something about it.
Hi.
Come in.
Just call him out here, asshole.
What's his name? Prashant?
Don't make a scene out here. Let's go inside.
His doings should be known to everyone in the building.
Where is he?
What's the deal with you, man?
What is it?
My fiancée was alone at home. What were you doing there?
Unlock your phone and give it to me.
Come on, hand it over. I want to check your chats.
Sonu seems to have a misunderstanding.
Please unlock your phone and show it to him.
That will clarify everything.
How have you saved her number?
I don't have her number.
Open her chat and show it to me.
I don't have it.
Open her chat and show it to me!
I don't have it.
You don't have the chat?
Are you serious?
What culture is this?
What's this drama about?
You have neither her number nor her chat.
Then what the fuck were you doing in her house when she was alone?!
Buddy, someone liked my girlfriend's picture back in college.
I cracked that bastard's skull wide open!
And you had the audacity to go into my fiancée's house
when she was by herself?
Tell me, what should I do now?
- Tell me! - Hey, dude!
- Easy. - Sure, bro. Easy.
I'll fuck him up nice and slow.
His backers bleed first, fucker!
Don't get smart with me!
Listen up.
If you ever cross Vedha again, drop your eyes and walk the fuck away…
or I'll tear you to pieces.
Do you understand?
Let's go, Vedha!
Move it!
Sorry.
Guys, I'll just make sure she's fine.
You registered this idea under your name in 2022.
So, I checked.
Prakash registered this idea under his name in 2020. So, legally…
it's his idea.
Now, who came to whom with the idea first…
I mean, as a producer, it's absolutely irrelevant to me, right?
Isn't it?
Look, Mahasingh.
One thing is for sure.
I cannot transfer a single penny from Dabas Real Estate
to your party fund.
If the NDP people find out, it'll be a huge setback for us.
But we have an alternative.
Go on, man.
Sir, Ashvin deserves at least a co-writer credit.
And accordingly, Prakash should also share his fees with Ashvin.
Well, it's his idea. He will decide that.
You guys talk and sort it out.
Why would I share anything, sir?
The story's mine. The script's mine.
He has been writing for the last five years. He couldn't sell anything.
Prashant is his roommate.
So he came to know that my script is getting shot.
Jealousy can drive people to do anything.
You know that very well.
He's here to sabotage my success.
We move forward through our work,
but they try to drag us down by defaming us.
I know that feeling, Prakash.
Sir, I have a request for you.
I hope our discussion
won't affect Prashant's signing.
I don't need anything, sir.
I don't…
It's okay.
But this boy…
he deserves it, sir.
He has endured many hardships in life.
It's about time he got a little happiness.
We'll provide silent support to you.
This is my brother-in-law.
He owns a company.
We'll transfer the amount under his name to the party fund.
50 crores.
Since he insists, the funds will be transferred for sure, Mahasingh ji.
But then, we will expect support from your end as well.
I own a construction company.
Once you become the MP,
my company should receive government contracts.
Let's sign the contract today.
You have read everything, right?
All okay?
Nina!
Thank you.
Wait a second.
Do it like a hero, man!
Show some style.
WHO'S THE HERO?
Mahasingh…
I asked him to come for only one reason.
Because you're the son of a sister from my village. My nephew.
Now, you must become the MP.
And once you do, make sure you don't forget your own.
Mama ji…
I won't forget anyone.
I'll remember everything that you've said.
I only need your blessings now.
That's it.
Hello?
Dad…
it's time for mama to become the Member of Pataal.
Because the Member of Parliament
will be my candidate.
I was alone--
Jimmy bhaiya is here.
What happened, Uncle?
The police took Uncle with them.
Whose uncle?
Your father, Jimmy bhaiya.
Who took him?
You know Rakesh, Toni bhaiya's driver?
And Toni bhaiya himself along with his father.
And bhaiya…
they also thrashed your father.
Which police station did they take him to?
The one around the corner.
Uncle, I'm leaving.
Okay.
- Namaste, Uncle. - Yes?
Is Anita still here? She isn't answering my calls either.
She left from here about half an hour ago.
What!
But her slippers are still here, Uncle.
But she told me herself that she was leaving.
Alright. May I please check once?
- Sure, come in. - Come.
Let's check the kitchen first.
No, she's not here.
Yes.
I'll try calling her again.
I just came from there. She isn't there.
Uncle, the phone's ringing from over there.
Yes, it is.
Anita!
Anita, what happened?
Anita!
What happened, Anita?
Anita!
What did you do?
What did you do to her?
I… I have no idea what happened here!
You did this!
Stop talking rubbish! I didn't do anything!
She told me that she was leaving, and--
You did this!
Hello, Toni bhaiya?
I'm at your fufaji's house.
He has done something to Anita.
Please come over quickly. Okay.
- Toni's coming, right? - Yes, he's coming.
Toni bhaiya, look at what this man did to Anita!
Toni, I didn't do anything.
She told me she was leaving.
I don't know how she ended up back inside the house.
Really? Then what's this? Look at this, bhaiya!
These are sleeping pills.
I found it right where he had been sitting and drinking.
This isn't mine! He's lying!
It's not yours?
He grabbed it off the dining table, right in front of me.
Right, Dad?
Mehta?
A maid?
Mehta… with a maid?
- What do you want to do? - What do I want to do?!
Get him jailed! He raped Anita!
Hello?
Dad, it's time for mama to become the Member of Pataal.
Because the Member of Parliament will be my candidate.
The police station is on the corner of the street.
Grab him by the neck…
and drag him down the street, slapping him the whole way.
Toni…
- Toni! Toni, he's lying! - How dare you…
Toni, I didn't do anything! What are you doing?
Tilak! Tilak, what are you doing?
I didn't do anything!
- I didn't do anything! Listen to me-- - Sure, you didn't do anything!
- What happened, bhaisahab? - He's a rapist!
Get off the bike and thrash this bastard with your shoe!
Fucker…
Toni…
Toni, please don't. Don't do this, Toni.
If fufaji was right there, why didn't he stop bhaiya?
Because your fufaji just sat there smirking,
waiting for me to take the slap!
Oh, come on! Enough of your drama! Let's go!
I cannot sign it, sir.
What happened now?
My friend says, sir,
"Whether you commit fraud
or turn a blind eye to it…
it's all the same."
Sir, your writer is a fraud.
Your casting director is a fraud,
Your director is a fraud.
Sir, I won't start my journey in cinema with frauds.
Not this film. Not ever.
I'm sorry, sir.
Prashant, take on any film project…
and something will always happen.
Out of 100 places, 99 might have frauds.
But there has to be one that's right.
I'll find that one place, sir.
I really will, sir.
Sorry.
Sir, he thinks he'll get a hundred projects here,
And out of them, he will pick one.
It takes fourteen long years
just to land a single decent project in this city.
And you're sitting there, passing judgment on what's fraud and what's fair?
Look, Prashant, there's no force at play here.
But just so you know, there are many actors
who are literally willing to do anything to play the lead in this film.
I'm sure, sir.
But I won't be able to do it.
Well, alright.
I wish you all the best for your future.
Sir, should we move forward with the other guy we shortlisted?
It's a strong case against fufaji.
There's a video,
and the medical report will come too.
The maid's body will show the same sedatives that were found with fufaji.
He'll spend the rest of his life in prison.
But I've spoken to her husband. He's agreed to a settlement at my request.
But it will cost money.
You know what I'm thinking?
I'll give him the entire floor as part of the settlement.
Actually… all three floors will need to be converted into servant quarters.
There's no way I'm moving in with my family into a rapist’s house!
That's fair, you know?
You and your father
should be living in the quarters of our servants.
That's all you're worth.
Well, that's all.
But today I heard you on the phone, confidently claiming that…
my dad would become a Member of Pataal,
and your candidate would become the Member of Parliament.
Now, do whatever you have to do.
But if my dad doesn't get the ticket, there won't be any settlement.
Then your father will meet your daughter in jail.
He won't be playing with her on that terrace.
You shouldn't have slapped him, Toni.
What?
You shouldn't have slapped him, Toni.
You shouldn't have slapped my dad!
You shouldn't have honey-trapped my dad!
You shouldn't have installed that finger on the roof just to humiliate my dad!
You shouldn't have put your foot on my dad's chest, Jimmy!
I had come here to fix everything, Jimmy bhaiya.
But what did you make me do?!
What did you make me do?!
You've turned me into someone like you!
Prashant!
What are you doing? You'll get hit by hail!
Why are you giving me your hand?
He is punishing me with rain,
he will punish you with hail.
He will teach you a good lesson.
Why is this happening, bhai? Why is this happening to me?
I've never wronged anyone! You always do right by everyone!
What kind of fucking fate is this?
What is this?
Jimmy, what are you saying?
Are you out of your mind?
I spoke with the party president today, and my name went all the way up to the CM!
Once Dabas' brother-in-law transfers the money, my ticket will be confirmed.
Mahasingh ji…
the 15 crores I was going to deposit in the party fund under your name…
I'm putting it under Kukreja's name now.
Plus, an additional 15 crore.
That means Kukreja will have an additional 45 crores.
You won't get the ticket now.
And I'm telling you all this so that
you can talk to Dabas and save his brother-in-law's money.
That won't damage your relationship.
Jimmy…
drop me off at my old house.
I will, Dad.
But before anything else, you'll sit forty feet above and see
Toni and mama paraded through the streets like dogs on a leash.
Then you'll spit on them
and I'll make sure they taste it.
No, no.
I don't want revenge.
Drop me off at my old house. I don't want to go to your house.
I'm pleading with you. I…
I don't want to live in that rich neighborhood.
Please take me to my house.
But first, we need to get your belongings there.
Just give me a day or two.
You're not going to do anything rash, are you?
No.
Get in.
He's taking her back to Delhi tomorrow?
She's still working on a project, right?
He made her quit. He didn't even let her go today.
What do you mean by he made her quit?
Get Vedha to rip him a new one and send him back!
And if she can't do it, then take me there.
I'll beat him up and drag him out of there.
She's completely helpless, man. Truly trapped.
Just like I was trapped.
The maid's lover!
Hey, you bastard!
How was the narration?
It's done.
Done?
Bro!
Congratulations.
Thanks.
Which script is this?
The same old theater one.
You're directing it yourself, right?
But that's fine.
It's done now.
About time I became…
practical.
I'll go change.
Why did you leave the school all of a sudden?
Well, they kicked me out.
Why did they kick you out?
I was teaching a kid self-defense using a belt.
Someone made a half-baked clip
showing me telling the kid to take off his belt.
God knows what they assumed I was up to with the kid.
That kid was me, sir.
Oh!
Why didn't anyone call me and ask why you were making me take off the belt?
Didn't you say anything?
That was just a reason they cooked up anyway.
The principal wasn't really impressed with what I was teaching anyway.
And honestly, in hindsight, maybe it was meant to be this way.
I don't think I was cut out to be a music teacher.
Sure. If you were, you'd have just taught Sa Re Ga Ma Pa on the harmonium and left.
But what you've taught me…
There's nothing like it, sir.
The unteachable art of dreaming.
And you've taught me that.
So, having learned
the art of dreaming from me…
how has your journey been so far?
Do you think you can become a hero and show your film to your mom?
You… you remember?
That quiet kid… with the wet shoes and untied laces.
- That's you, right? - Yes, sir.
I remember. So…
Sir…
The journey to becoming a hero, on screen and in real life,
is going well.
But Mom isn't around anymore.
And the hero from "Who's the Hero?"
vowed never to shed a tear over his fate.
Sometimes, I fail to keep that vow.
I do cry over my fate.
Why? I also taught you…
"Nothing ever came of life
I kept knocking on fate's door While destiny kept turning me down
The miracle came When I became the magician I sought…"
A magician is one who writes his own destiny.
Yes.
Why aren't you writing your own destiny?
I'm giving it my all, sir.
I'll do that too.
I'll write my destiny the way I want.
You'll write your destiny the way you want?
Prashant, do you understand what that means?
What does "writing your own destiny" mean?
I was talking about becoming God.
This is what I taught you as part of "the art of dreaming."
I'm not sure about becoming God, sir.
But this happens, Sumit sir.
You write your own destiny.
When you truly want something…
it happens, sir.
So, Prashant, didn't you wish with all your heart
for your mom to see your film?
How else could it have happened
that she wouldn't see your film?
She had cancer, sir.
And wishing alone can't cure cancer.
Nothing changes, Prashant.
Whether you want it or not, it doesn't make a difference.
What destiny wants is what happens.
A human can't become God.
Humans just want to forget when things don't go their way.
And they remember when things go their way.
So they keep believing the lie that they have control over it.
The MP seat tickets were announced today.
Kukreja got the ticket.
I just don't get it! Why did you flip out all of a sudden?
I just wanted to meet everyone once and apologize for that.
Apologize for what?
Until now, you used to tell me you were with me
just so Kukreja wouldn't get the ticket.
So what happened now?!
After that, it became important for my dad that you don't get the ticket.
I used to think you were a decent guy, Jimmy.
That guy from Kerala was right.
You're utterly dishonest!
Fraud, deceitful!
You've betrayed me!
So, what do I want?
How hard am I working?
What is my dream?
Does it even matter?
Because I won't choose my destiny…
God will.
Today, when you're on your way back,
think about all the dreams you once had…
and how many of them came true or can still come true.
Some must have come true…
but many didn't.
And for the ones that did or didn't come true,
did you make any difference among them?
Probably not.
Prashant, I'm not telling you to stop dreaming.
Look, if you haven't dreamed it and haven't worked for it,
it certainly won't come true.
But… brace yourself.
A dream that you've truly wished for…
might still not come true.
So that when destiny does as it wills,
it won't feel too harsh.
You won't get upset if you accept that there's something beyond a human's will.
You're utterly dishonest!
You've betrayed me!
In my family, there's only my dad, Mahasingh ji.
And for him, it's only me.
If he needs me…
I'll be dishonest.
If he needs me…
I'll even become God.
Now that I think about it…
you're right.
Many of my dreams haven't come true.
They might never come true.
But Sumit sir…
what kind of truth is it…
that steals my will…
that robs me of my right to a future?
What good is a truth like that to me?
If someone tells me a lie…
that my destiny will be decided by myself…
I'll accept that as the truth.
And sorry, Sumit sir…
but if the magician who writes his own destiny
is God…
then I…
I will…
become God!
For my dreams…
I will become God!
All the best, Prashant.
Just remember…
one last lesson from "The Unteachable Art of Dreaming" by Sumit sir.
The road to your destination Can deceive at times
Don't wait until the final moment
Embrace a touch of madness on the journey
So…
how is it going?
I emerged victorious.
SAPNE VS EVERYONE
Hey!
- Manish. - Yes?
Ashvin!
I need to talk to you guys. Come here.
Ashvin…
why are you not directing the theater script you wrote?
Because the producer didn't agree?
What do you want?
The producer is the one who will put in the money.
What does it matter what I want to do?
The only thing that matters is what you want to do.
What does Ashvin want?
I wanted to direct it myself.
It was the best script to date for me.
For me as well.
Shall we make this movie together?
Written and directed by…
Ashvin Kadamboor.
Starring, Manish Yadav and Prashant Narula.
And produced by?
Produced by…
Jimmy Mehta.
- Who's he? - He's like my elder brother.
He had promised me that he would produce one of my movies.
Even if he doesn't do it, he'd still sell it.
He calls himself Sales God.
We'll just have to go to Delhi to shoot this movie.
It's not easy to make a movie, you know?
When did I say it would be easy?
Listen.
I'm asking you because you are the director.
Can it be styled by Vedha?
Of course, it can be.
No way.
He's taking her back tonight.
Prashant's Vedha's Sonu.
It is possible.
I just need some advice from both of you.
Yes?
Vedha!
Why are you messing around, Mr. Actor?
Did you push me?
A girl's marriage got fixed.
The following day, she wanted to kiss someone else.
But that didn't happen.
And now, if the boy kisses her, can it even be considered wrong?
Does his boy know she's about to get married?
Yes.
Well, then it's wrong, bro.
What if the one she's getting married to…
is like Sonu?
Like Vedha's fiancé.
Then?
Then I guess it's right.
It's important too.
And if that Sonu-type boy gets thrashed…
that would be entertaining!
Don't be afraid, Vedha.
We'll manage
your family's issues.
I have done it earlier as well.
I promise.
And I'm sorry…
but we must do this if we want him gone.
He wants me gone!
What did you say?
Hey, what are you doing?! What the hell are you doing?!
Let go of her!
Actor, I'll kill you!
You asshole!
He's a rapist!
The maid's lover!
Shame ends here.
Now, I'm a sinner.
And now, dharma too lies dead!