Is there water in such a small pot?
No ma'am, this has kulfi in it.
Then give it to me.
Wow!
Eating this feels like a glimpse of heaven.
What about this pot? Should we return it or can we take it home?
We can't use it, ma'am.
You can take it or throw it away if you want.
Really? That's great.
Well, listen. How many more can I get?
How many do you want? - Five.
No... Eight. No, wait! I want ten.
Wait a minute. Forget all that, just give me a dozen.
Did I ask for too many? Give fewer then.
What fewer? Take them all.
In parties like this, you should grab
whatever you can get your hands on.
Oh wow, you're just like me!
But how will I carry all this?
Hold on.
Pathetic!
You can take a lower-class person out of a low-class place.
But you can never make them change their ways.
Disgusting!
I don't know where Pushpa went.
I'll start eating, I'm really hungry.
Oh gosh!
These people don't even deserve to be in this area,
let alone come to such a high-end venue.
And look, sir invited them to the party.
They say even a fool can get lucky sometimes.
But I won't be kind to them.
What do you mean?
Nothing.
Go and check the arrangements.
It was just... - Hey!
Hi. - Oh, hi.
How are you? - Good.
By any chance, do you know him?
No.
We don't know him at all.
But yes. Karishma knows him.
You see, it's an old friendship.
BFF types.
I told you so many times
that we had gotten stranded in Chandni Chowk.
There was a rally.
We just killed time at his shop.
And you know, he was so desperate to sell saris
that he wore a sari on the road to impress us!
He even draped the 'pallu' over his head.
Oh, God!
What a joker he is, huh!
That joker's going to become a joke again today.
What do you mean?
I mean, what you saw the other day was just a trailer.
Today, you'll see a lot more.
You guys carry on.
Sure. Why not? - Yeah. Let's go.
Let's go.
Hello, Mr Chandni Chowk.
No, ma'am, my name is...
We spoke to our friends about your saris.
Such a unique item.
Waiter, one second.
Not 'dhoop-shadow', madam. It's 'dhoop-chav'.
Well, if you liked them so much, I'll get them for you.
But you know, if you want to sell something in South Delhi,
you'll need to learn their manners.
What do you mean? - Well...
At such parties, people have drinks first.
Then they eat. - Right.
No, madam. I don't drink.
And please don't mention this in front of my wife,
or else she'll finish me.
Not alcohol...
A soft drink. - Yes.
If you remember, you treated us to juice the other day.
Now, it's our turn.
Come on, Mr Chandni Chowk.
I'm sure you can do this much for us.
Please. - Come on.
Shweta, did you order soft drinks?
Yes. Please.
Thank you.
Take it. - Please.
Please. - Please.
Come on.
Drink it. - Go on.
Please. - Well, okay. Sure.
Oh, what happened? - What's wrong?
Why did you put the drink down?
Mr Chandni Chowk, you're upset as we didn't buy your saris, right?
No, it's nothing like that.
Then please have it.
Come on, Mr Chandni Chowk.
You know, today, I'm really happy about one thing.
What? - Seeing the smile on my mom and dad's faces.
Today, after many days, there wasn't any argument between them.
Otherwise, every day, they fight over the fan or the fridge...
They do fight over something for sure.
And every time, my dad is the one who gives in. Do you know why?
Because my dad is so gentle.
He's such a simple, sweet man.
He can't argue. He doesn't know how to fight.
My dad is the best.
Waiter.
One more drink.
Mr Chandni Chowk. - Oh... No, ma'am.
No, ma'am. My head is already spinning.
You know what, Meera?
He's an expert at draping saris.
Then, I too should be shown how to wear a sari.
Ma'am, that's my job, after all.
But there's no sari here.
I have one.
I'll get it.
And that's for you.
Well... Okay.
You're right.
Your father is a gem of a person. He's innocent.
That's true, sir.
But sometimes, people take undue advantage of his goodness.
He doesn't even realise when people laugh at or mock him.
Sometimes, my dad wears a sari to show the customers how it's done.
Drape it like this.
Then, the 'pallu' is arranged like this.
Oh wow.
That's how you wear it.
People laugh at him when he wears a sari.
They make fun of him. But my dad never minds.
Because do you know how he is?
For him, his work is worship, and the customer is like God.
That's why he happily does whatever the customer asks.
And that goodness of his ruined him.
What do you mean?
I mean, the shop where my dad works now,
he used to be the owner once.
In business, some people cheated him.
He got into debt
and he had to mortgage his own shop.
So, he works as a salesman in the shop he used to own.
Sir, that's why I have just one dream
that I finish my studies quickly
and find a job paying 15000 rupees a month.
So that in a few years, I can get my dad his shop back.
And buy my mom a fridge, cooler, AC, fan, and all that she wants.
I want to fulfil their dreams.
Dad.
Dad, what are you doing?
Anu, I'm a sari expert, right?
So, I was just showing them how to drape one.
Please, let's go from here.
Dad, please. -They are customers.
How can we say no to customers? - Dad, please let's just go.
Please. What are you doing, dad? - Mr Sharma.
I'm just showing them how to drape a sari. - Gopal,
what are you doing? Let's go.
He's proving
what kind of place he comes from.
These kinds of scenes happen in Chandni Chowk, not in Sainik Farms.
Ma'am, I swear my dad never drinks.
I don't know how... - If you don't want to be insulted,
please leave this place.
If it's difficult, I'll help you out.
I'll call the security and have you all thrown out.
Meera!
Who did all this?
Sir... - Who did it?
Sir, actually…
Whose responsibility was it to organise this party?
Whose? - Mine.
So, if someone had a bad experience at this party,
the failure is yours.
A guest is considered like God.
But you all treated him as if he wasn't even a human.
The drama at this party didn't begin when he did something.
The drama began
when you all started clapping for him.
Where is Jhende?
Jhende! - Sir.
Where were you? - Sir, the arrangements...
To hell with your arrangements. Do you call this an arrangement?
Guests are being humiliated, and you're unaware of it!
I've said it before and I'm saying it again.
At Vardhan Group of Industries, people must get respect,
if nothing else.
But what happened to him today
has damaged years of our tradition.
Today, he hasn't been insulted. I got insulted.
It was the insult of Vardhan Group of Companies.
And you people consider yourselves respectable.
Only those who respect others deserve respect.
Do you know
where the respect we boast about and the status we flaunt
actually come from?
They come from people like him.
Because there are people who compromise
with their self-respect every day to do the kind of work
that makes our lives easier.
They may earn just thousands from that work,
but we earn millions and billions.
In doing that work, their dignity may be at stake
but we get to be called dignified.
There are millions of people in this world
who are ready to do everyday tasks
like washing dishes, cleaning, and washing cars.
And it's because of them, people like us get to feel special.
We get to feel like VIPs.
You all know that my brand, our brand,
Rajnandini Silk Saris, is the number one brand in the market today.
It's the sari he wore when you were laughing at him.
But who made that brand number one?
People like him. This man.
I only manufacture saris.
People like him convince customers to buy them
by wearing it themselves, singing slogans,
offering people free tea and cold drinks,
and patiently showing saris over and over again.
Whoever I am today, it's because of people like him.
Whoever you are, it's because of people like him.
By insulting him today, you've lost the right to be respected.
By humiliating him, you lose the right to be called respectable.
Shame on you all.
Dad, let's go from here. Please.
On behalf of all of them, I apologise to you.
No, no. You're a respected man.
After what happened to you today,
I feel so embarrassed and ashamed.
I am the one responsible for everything that happened.
Sir, we'll be leaving now.
I'll drop you home.
Jhende, give me the keys to my car.
Sir, I'll... - Give me the keys.
Let's go.
One moment, please.
I'm okay. - Let's go.
I'm fine. - Dad, please.
That was an amazing party.
Let go of me. Wait a moment. - Dad! Dad, please.
It's been ages, and it's still not morning.
Wait, this neighbourhood looks familiar.
Oh, this is our Chandni Chowk. - Come on, let's go home.
Shall I walk you inside?
Thank you, but it's not needed.
My respects to you.
You are a great man.
Alright, let's go.
Yes, let's go.
Anu.
I'm sorry for everything that happened at the party today.
I'm deeply ashamed.
Sir,
why do you keep apologising?
It's our fault.
We didn't belong at that party, sir. We shouldn't have been there. Sorry.
That's not true, Anu. - It is true, sir.
We are poor people, sir.
And your party was so grand. We simply didn't fit in.
Sir, how can I explain you that we can't go to five‑star hotels
just to enjoy life's little pleasures?
We don't have the means, nor the need.
We find happiness in small things.
Big hotel parties suit people like you,
but for middle-class people like us, our life is like a party.
If it were possible, I would've shown you
how we cherish small joys and how we celebrate.
Then maybe you'd truly understand
how different your life is from ours.
But that's not possible, sir.
It is possible.
Sir, you mean...
Will you come to our kind of party?
If you invite me, I'll definitely be there.
Really?
Tell me when to show up.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow... - 'I'm busy. I don't have time.' You'd say that, right?
Well... Quite the opposite.
I'm not busy tomorrow.
I'm completely free. - Okay then, sir.
So tomorrow, I'll host the party, set all the rules,
and pay for everything too. Deal?
Deal. - Alright then, sir.
Shall I pick you up from the office at ten?
Okay, sir. Bye. - Bye.
"After meeting you, I feel my life is complete."
"Our story is hidden in this breeze."
"I bow before you to worship you. - I bow before you to worship you."
"I breathe only for you. - I breathe only for you."
"Only for you..."