Dad, I want to tell you something before you meet the teacher. I broke the bulbs of the classroom. I also gave Kareeb Sir his nickname… Mr. Hyena. That’s actually a nice nickname. But…is there anything else? Actually…I wrote Jolly Ma’am’s number on the bathroom wall. I also set off the large firecracker in the corridor. And the CBSE paper this year? I’m the one who leaked it. Eyes front! So, are you guys done? Yeah, but why are you wearing low-waist jeans? It’s fashionable, guys. You’ll come to your sense when Nidhi Ma’am scolds you. You’ll get scolded! Can we go? Hello, Aunty!
Hello, Aunty! Hello, hello. What are you saying, Ma’am? My son is quite stylish. He’s quite like his father, you see, very smart. Mrs. Saxena, your son creates a lot of trouble. How does it matter as long as he passes? And if kids don’t stir up trouble, who will? Look, son, don’t get yourself into too much trouble. And if you do, just apologize to the teacher. What do you say? Mrs. Saxena, he doesn’t even show up at school. Ma’am… He’s the captain of the school volleyball team. He practices all day, and still my darling son manages to pass. Now it’s your turn to apologize. Sorry, Ma’am, our school doesn’t have a volleyball team. And even if we did, he wouldn’t be a part of it. But at least I pass, right? Again! Again you’ve driven up my blood pressure. There is a volleyball team. Ma’am’s lying.
Oh God. Mr. Sharma? Mrs. Khosla? Rajiv ranked third in class. Aditya’s percentage is not… satisfactory at all. If he just focuses a little more, he can be our topper as well. He barely made it to the first stage. What? What? You got only 89%? Not even 90? Oh my Googy, you managed to get in the first division. Who were in the top three? I don’t even care who are in the top three. This is your marksheet? My son has become very smart. Nobody in our family scored below 90. Nobody in our family ever got into the first division. Congratulations to us! Congratulations to you too! Googy has performed a miracle. Keep your kids away from this girl. She’s very cunning. She drinks alcohol. I’ve even heard that she has four boyfriends. What does she do in the washroom? My God, what kind of a mother must she have! Should we go, Mum? Is she your daughter? She’s a sweet kid. Such a sweet kid! What happened? Hello and welcome, Mrs. Khosla. How was the PTM, Ma’am? It was okay. I actually called you here because… your son is very… I knew it. He had to fail, didn’t he? How many times have I asked him to get up early and study! But he doesn’t want to! Ma’am, just let me speak. What will you say? I know everything. He doesn’t study at all. When I ask him what his future plans are, he goes out for a walk! Honestly, he aggravates my high blood pressure. Why don’t you have some water, Mrs. Khosla? Don’t be stressed. Tell me what the matter is. Sir, actually, I love traveling. But be… What? Traveling? My son’s going to be a hippie? Other kids will have jobs, and he’ll be a hippie. Mrs. Khosla, tourism is a very good career option for Aditya, and it offers good opportunities. In fact, Chandigarh University has a tourism and hospitality program. You can apply for it, Aditya. You don’t believe me, do you, Mrs. Khosla? Trust me, Mrs. Khosla, trust me. My son did the same course. And he’s standing outside with a bike. And we’re both going to Ladakh after this meeting. The only reason I called you for this meeting, was to tell you that. So, Aditya, my boy, God bless you. Farewell, Ma’am, Hope to see you in Ladakh very soon. Yes, sir. Thank you, Ma’am. Couldn’t you have told me earlier that Chandigarh University has such a nice program? Mum? This is Sameer, and this is his uncle. Shall we, Mum? Yeah. See you around, Mum. I mean, Aunty. Let’s go, Uncle. Who the hell did he bring? You’re going to get fucked, brother. Shut your mouth, moron. Why didn’t your father come, Raj? He’s tied up at the office. My Uncle came instead. Hello. Sir, Raj is a big nuisance in class. He’s such a restless boy! He scored 65%. That’s 20% less than last year. Sir, he’s just a little stupid. He made a mistake this time, but he won’t do it again. It won’t happen again, right? It won’t happen again.
Not next time. I’ll do it right the next time, Sir. We’re done here, Uncle. Let’s go. Okay, Sir. Here’s your damn watch, bro, you took away my daily wage. I could have done a whole round by now. Give me my 500 now. Talk properly. I’m talking properly, man.
I’m giving you money, after all. Metro? Bro, bro, wait up, please. Come on, guys, come on.