Richa.
Please check the seating arrangement.
Shall we make dean sit on the left or right of the trustees?
If we make them sit on the right dean will have to sit on the left.
And trustees will feel left out.
So chief guest on the right.
And trustees facing the stage.
'Last week was the most filmy week of my life and this hostel.'
It's a little loose. I hope it doesn't come off.
Wow! Thank you so much.
I said no for pink.
-Richa, is this okay? -Perfect.
-Is this curtain's color okay, Richa? -Perfect.
-Is this jaw line okay, Richa? -Perfect.
Really?
Next time don't wait for me to ask.
'The hero was behaving as if the villain has killed her character.'
'And the villain was behaving as if she is in a parallel universe.'
'And just like that from being the main lead's platonic friend'
'I had become the hero.'
What do I keep in the stall? Spork or Foon?
Both are the same, Mili.
Spork or Foon?
-Foon. -Okay.
Foon. Final.
Let's eat noodles with foon.
'Reality check. I was the hero with no friends.'
'And only a dark back story.'
'But what happened in our life thereafter'
'was not at all filmy.'
'And that's when shit got real.'
It's a short-circuit.
The inverter has shut down.
O thou, invisible spirit of wine.
If thou has no name to be known by
let us call the devil.
Sorry, ma'am. Sorry. Sorry.
I swear, madam. I saw it myself.
Whoever did this, the line got tripped because of that.
Madam, 20000 rupees is less. It will be more than that.
Hey moron! It has not tripped.
You are tripping.
-What? -Ma'am, it's nothing. The power went off.
It's nothing else. Did you drink cheap liquor?
Is that so? I will show you.
I will show you.
Look, madam. Look.
They have hidden the inverter here.
Due to which there was a short circuit. Look, madam.
What is this, student! What is this?
I can't believe it. What is this?
What is this, Palak! Palak! What is this?
Bomb!
I am so scared of what? Bomb!
Help!
'The smile on dean's face was just like Mona Lisa.'
'By Ramsay brothers.'
Stupid! You're saying Bomb! Are you mad?
-I don't know acting. -I will handle here.
-You go and stop her. -Okay.
Wonder what she will do.
This is a...
Why is she here?
-Stick it with this. -Yeah.
-This is mine. -Which one?
This one?
Students.
I know it's very difficult to be a student today.
There is pressure of studies. There is pressure of parents.
And pressure of showing your talent.
I am here to help.
-Who got the three inverters... -Ma'am.
Student council got the inverters.
Student council, right?
Let's not state the obvious.
Do you have any proof?
I don't have proof.
But I have the reel. With caption.
Registration day Magnus with finance head.
'Hey fam, tell me you're Indian without telling me you're Indian.'
Registration fees into number of participants
is equal to 3 inverters.
How ingenious!
But girls,
when we raise funds for a cause and we use it for something else
do you know what's that called?
Misappropriation of funds.
Fraud.
Girls' hostel is becoming a breeding ground of fraudsters.
I can send you to jail for this.
Ma'am.
We are really sorry.
We didn't mean to do this.
But we didn't have other option.
Ma'am, Zahira requested you for inverters so many times.
You have installed inverters in every hostel.
Why this discrimination on us, ma'am?
Girls were unable to practice and study, ma'am.
Student council had to take matters into their own hands.
-Because you failed us. -Enough.
What was their theme?
Breathe.
So breathe.
And save this wailing for our prayer meeting.
Because the student council is no more.
When news will travel
that students have misused funds under Dr. Sarla Desai's deanship,
my reputation will be questioned.
So students, this talent show is cancelled.
-What? -Ma'am.
-Ma'am. Ma'am. -How can you do that, ma'am?
-Ma'am, please. -Ma'am, please.
Ma'am. Ma'am.
Ma'am, please don't cancel the fest.
Ma'am, why are you punishing us because of their fault?
Ma'am, we didn't even know how they got the inverters.
Ma'am, for past three weeks I have been sleeping for only four hours.
I have been practicing dance every day.
I want to dance.
Ma'am, I never got this chance in school.
It's entirely my fault, ma'am.
Please don't cancel the fest.
Arranging for funds was my idea.
It's okay if you rusticate me. But please don't cancel the fest.
Ma'am, we will pay the money back.
Students have worked very hard, ma'am.
We will do anything you ask us to do. Please don't cancel the fest. Please.
Please, ma'am.
I am sorry, Richa.
I tried something for the first time.
And everything is over.
I am sorry.
Mili.
Are you mad?
Don't blame yourself.
All of us are stupid.
You are so brave. You stood up to the dean.
Are you listening to AP Dillon or K Pop?
As such, I have heard that hard metal is best to escape from real issues.
-What the fuck... -No, Zahira.
It's time that you start giving a fuck.
Last year all of us worked hard so that you could win the election.
Now when all students are against student council you are running away.
So Jo was right.
It's always about you.
But you know what the sad part is. We are not different from you.
We showed them the dream of talent show
because we wanted to make our position strong.
They worked so hard.
It's been taken away from them. Because we fucked up.
But what else could we have done?
We didn't have any other option. Because it's a fucking one-way street.
And on each milestone it's written, adjust a bit.
Sexist posters have come. Adjust a bit.
Bras on stage. People find boobs offensive.
Adjust a bit.
Talking about gender identity is too rebellious.
Adjust a bit.
What have we become after adjusting?
Dean didn't cancel the talent show because it was our fault.
She canceled it because we mustered courage
to pave a new path rather than follow
society approved road map made by people like dean.
Today it's dean. Tomorrow it will be somebody else.
If we stop today, next time it won't hurt so much to stop, Zahira.
And then, gradually we will become like them
who don't have any individuality.
What will we have become then?
I don't know what we should do now.
But I know that all of us are feeling suffocated like Jo.
We have to act. We have to be better.
Because this is not just about the talent show anymore.
It's about our right to breathe.
You are right.
And what's stopping us?
Hi, guys.
This is your disgraced ex-president Zahira Ali.
The same Zahira Ali
who had locked herself in the room and was sulking.
While you were out there facing the dean.
And that's exactly why you don't need to listen to me.
If you want to listen to someone, listen to yourself.
I know this fest meant a lot of things to a lot of people.
I know you are angry and feeling frustrated.
You are not alone in this.
We are all in this together.
Trying to be something.
Trying to prove something.
Since past four years,
I have also been trying to prove many things.
That I am the best student.
I am best at extracurriculars.
Best president.
Look, where it got me.
Getting anxiety attack at the age of 22.
When I was literally not able to breathe
one thing became clear to me.
That none of that shit matters.
What matters is to embrace who we really are.
If you want to dance, go dance like nobody is watching.
If you want to sing, go grab that mike and just sing.
If you want to look at the sky, look up. Open your window and look at the clouds.
But just for once
be who you really are.
We don't need the stage. We are the stage.
Guys! This is happening.
Vips. Nandita. Akanksha. Crowd management.
Nandita, keep your nursing girls on stand bye. We will need them.
Hot Mess and Palak, record everything. Just like a proper talent show.
Mili, talk to the caterers. Everybody should get water and snacks.
Nothing should go wrong, guys.
This is our moment.
Go. Go. Go.
Welcome, friends. I am Andy.
Alias Anand. Alias your host.
Let's begin the talent show.
Ladies and gentlemen. Leave your stuff.
In English, it's called baggage.
There is no judge or nagging.
Because everyone in SVM has got talent.
And, and, and... how is my new look?
Our first performer is Zian.
-You are a sexist. Your brand is sexist. -What?
Your entire family is sexist.
-Sexist. The world will call you sexist. -What are you even saying?
Yeah!
General Sheela.
Ban Truth Canal.
But what if they still think?
Then ban thinking.
But what if they still talk?
Then ban talking.
But what if they don't tell us what they think?
Then ban us.
Yes, Mr. Mantri.
You played the wrong game this time, Ms. Sarla.
There is sensation in the social media.
If news channels reach there and you lose control over the situation
I might have to back off.
We have dirtied our hands many times before, Mr. Mantri.
It's not so easy.
But don't worry.
As always, I will handle it.
Attention everyone!
Students!
Students, attention!
Attention, students!
All of you have 15 minutes to vacant the college campus.
Otherwise, you will be rusticated from college.
And I will personally ensure
that you don't get admission in any other college.
So get out.
I am not going anywhere.
The next performance is mine. I am not leaving.
Enough is enough, ma'am.
If nobody leaves, you won't rusticate everybody from college.
Nobody will move from here.
We are not afraid of anybody.
Hey! Fuck you, dean!
-Hey, what are you doing? -Fuck you!
-Get out. Get out. -Fuck you!
"The theory of rules is unsuitable for us."
"Fragile ones have turned savage."
"Our intention is unbreakable."
"Unbreakable."
"This is not the time to listen to anybody."
"It's not a crime to do what your heart says."
"Listen to your heart. Raise your hands and join it."
"If we are alive, we will speak up."
"If we are alive..."
It's amazing how you pretend to live under a rock.
Are we becoming friends now?
Or am I your Jo rebound?
Do you know what your problem is?
You pretend to be this bad ass bitch.
But in reality you are weak and small.
And terribly afraid of failure.
Just like you.
Look. This is our last year.
We were never friends. Nor can we ever be friends.
We are still two strong forces, who are fed up of the system.
Just like the rest of them.
It's time to stop sulking and woman up.
Do you only know how to give motivational speech?
Or does Zahira Ali have a plan?
Do what Ramya Mantri would do.
Board of trustees want to talk to student representative.
Not more than four of you.
Your inverter issue will be resolved.
No curfew timings. No dress code.
And if everything goes well,
then next year you will get an AC too.
And that too at no extra cost.
The board has already signed off.
But you will have to give a clarification on social media.
That students barged into the campus.
They broke rules.
And some students used abusive language against the dean.
Due to which guards got angry and there was a scuffle.
It was not SVM administration's or the dean's fault.
And you people are issuing a public apology
to the dean and the administration.
That's it.
And what if we don't agree?
Well, that's your right.
It's democracy, after all.
But sir, we will have to sack those 12 guards.
We have no other option.
Of course, they have families to feed. But that's life.
Yes. Some property has been damaged.
For which we will have to press charges against some students.
Rest it is business as usual.
Or maybe not, dean.
Respected members of the board.
I would like to bring to your notice
that dean Sarla Desai takes bribe.
At the beginning of the year she wanted me to sign a document
which stated that she has given to the student affairs 15 lakhs.
Whereas she wanted to give only 60000 rupees to student council.
What rubbish!
Sir, these...
Ms. Sarla.
This is a very serious allegation.
Can you prove it? Do you have any proof with you?
No.
But she does.
Hi, dad.
What's up, dean?
What's up?
I never thought I will do this.
But as our beloved dean says...
That's life.
Where were we?
Proof.
Sir.
Proof.
My dad Mr. Mantri has bribed the dean
many times for my sake.
Ramya!
Chill, Mr. Mantri.
We will go home and talk.
Ma'am, that watch still suits you. I love that colour.
I chose it for you.
Remember?
Anyway.
The document that Zahira is talking about
I have signed many such documents
when I was the president.
She made me do it.
Zahira didn't click any photos.
Because she is little...
What's the word, ma'am?
Naive.
I am a politician's daughter.
Sir, you can check your inbox for all the documents.
And I would be very happy to testify in any inquiry committee.
Sir, this...
Sir...
Guys! Guys!
The dean has been sacked.
-What? -What?
The dean has been sacked.
-Sacked? -Yes.
Guys! It's all Zahira.
-Zahira. -Zahira.
Zahira. Zahira.
Zahira.
I am sorry, but I cannot be your president.
There is too much on my plate.
But I am glad you have her.
Richa.
-Richa. -Richa.
Richa. Richa. Richa.
Richa. Richa. Richa. Richa.
'And that's when I realized that all of us are heroes.'
'Of our own story.'
Richa. Richa. Richa.
My John is here! My darling!
You are late. The dean has been sacked.
Give me 100 rupees. I told you John is real.
You said John Abraham is real.
Aren't you speaking too much?
All lovebirds are free from today.
Let's go, darling. We will go and dance in Goa.
'And each moment of happiness hidden behind these'
'unprocessed-processed imperfect stories is priceless.'
Next time, it's on you.
'Because each moment contains different stories'
'of innumerable mistakes struggles and challenges.'
My intention was not to hurt someone.
I was just trying to...
It's okay.
'And in the confusing lanes of stories'
'sometimes we fall down, sometimes we lose the way'
'and we discover ourselves a little more.'
'And perhaps we grow up a little.'
'After all, isn't that what life at girls' hostel is all about.'
You really should be our...
-Hey! -Oh, man!
Again.
Leave it, Mili.
Nothing can be done of the hostel.