Yes. ‐ Sir, chole bhature for you.
Hot. ‐ Yeah.
Wow!
Sir, you said there is some high‐level job.
'Come soon, Sapan. Come soon.'
You, me and chole bhature.
What can be more high‐level than this, Sapan?
Sir, you sent me to Lajpat Nagar to get chole bhature.
It's 7:30 a. m.
There are two more hours for the office to open.
I know, buddy.
A good chole bhature demands sacrifice.
Have some. ‐ No, thank you. No, thank you, sir.
Are you sure? ‐ Yeah. Sir, here's what I'll do.
I'll go sleep in the car for two hours.
Okay.
Every Indian has a dream
of owning a three BHK house.
Today, I'm buying an apartment for myself.
His mother says
'The one who doesn't own a property has no worth.'
Yes, my mom did say that, but this is my idea.
Let me tell you
that I won't remain a bachelor for long.
Today, an apartment. Tomorrow, marriage proposals.
Then, a wedding ring.
Later on, suffering.
Old joke, T. P.
Sometimes Amit gets bored to death.
In such a situation, it is my duty to cheer him up.
Do you see Mishra ji's pot?
Sometimes, I play litter‐basketball in that.
From here?
You turned out to be lady Michael Jordan!
Shall I try it with this chewing gum?
This toffee will be faster.
Genius. Okay.
I just have to go sign the paper
and the apartment will be mine.
Let's go, sir. ‐ Where are you going?
Sir, I won't let you go alone
to meet these cunning property dealers.
Am I a child?
Sir, you always say this, but you are so innocent
that everyone takes advantage of you.
I will lookout for you. ‐ No need, T. P.
This is my personal work. Okay?
Sir, you are doing your personal work
during office hours.
No. How will I work
if I don't have a house?
Okay. Come. You can look out for me. Come.
Pammi the great.
After eating bread, she has gained weight.
Yes, sir. ‐ I will be late.
Listen to me. T. P. and I are going to finalise a big deal. Okay?
Sir, do you want me to announce it?
No, I just wanted to say
that this is not at all a personal deal.
Okay? No.
Check who is calling.
Mom. ‐ Yes, it's your mom.
'Idiot, did you buy the apartment or not?'
I am on my way, Mom.
'You have been delaying it for 20 years.'
'Will you delay it further?'
Greetings, ma'am. ‐ 'Bless you.'
Ma'am, he didn't even crush a customary lemon under the new tyre.
Shut up, T. P. ‐ Tell him that it's inauspicious.
'To heck with you!' ‐ Mom, I..
'Yes, yes. You want to die and leave your old mother behind'
'so that you won't have to tend to me.'
Mom, I can't hear you. ‐ 'Hello.'
There is no signal. ‐ 'Hello.'
What are you doing? Sir, it is clear.
I can hear you. ‐ 'Hello.'
Sir, why did you disconnect?
Rinchin, is it necessary to enter the data of the entire year
in the monthly sales report?
Even I find it frustrating
but rules are rules.
What is this score for?
Oh, boy!
Kutty Warriors.
What is WCPL?
Wilkins Chawla Premier League Book Cricket, 20‐20.
Whenever we get bored, we play book cricket.
But these are the scores of the last three years.
We have been bored for three years now.
Oh! All the scores?
How do you play?
Oh, no! ‐ Yes.
Rinchin! Again a winner.
What other games do you play?
Gems‐eating contest.
Madhukar knows a superb game.
Madhukar?
Pencil‐ruler tip‐cat.
After rejecting many apartments, I chose this gem of a house.
Which one, sir? ‐ This one.
North‐facing, Hindu geomancy compliant.
It receives maximum sunlight and has amazing cross ventilation.
And the numbers add up to number six. My favourite.
Sir, this is four. Three plus one is four.
Yes. This one. Home sweet home.
The sun is here.
Okay. This is going to be exciting.
The other name of this game is
'Anjali is pissed again'. ‐ Why?
Oh!
Call all the hidden athletes in this office.
It's gonna be fun.
All the fittings here are French.
Very nice, dear. ‐ Yeah.
French.
And the finishing is Italian. Marble.
Oh, smooth. ‐ Yes.
Seems local.
What? ‐ Don't mind him, dear. He is an idiot.
Jagdeep ji. ‐ Yes.
Mr. Hooda is the secretary of this building.
Hello, sir! Jagdeep Chaddha.
He is quite strict. The secretary.
Just a second. I'll just be back.
Yes, hello. Yes.
Which apartment do you stay in?
Who all are there in your family?
Only the two of us. No one else.
Forget all that, Mr. Hooda.
Tell me. Where is the remaining 100 square feet?
What is this? Built‐up, super built‐up? ‐ Forget it, sir.
He nags just like a wife. Forget about it.
Are you married?
When one can get milk in the market
who would keep a buffalo? You know what I mean?
I will measure this whole area with a tape.
Using this tape. Look at this.
Shut up. ‐ This is Haryana. This is not allowed here.
What? A tape?
Keep this inside the house. If somebody sees this
you will be shot. Got it?
Get shot?
For using a tape? ‐ For using a tape?
The old folks in my village are the same.
They used to eat datura paste.
Once an old man narrated the entire Ramayana
when he was high on datura. In one breath!
And the other one got married.
To a goat.
Don't mind Mr. Hooda. Rest of the residents are very nice.
Okay, dear. If you say so. See?
And no one will question
your relationship. ‐ Very nice. Very nice.
What?
All of us swear on this flame
that we won't cheat in the Office Olympics.
Let the Office Olympics begin.
'Studies will help you gain everything'
'while playing will make you a good‐for‐nothing.'
When I was a kid, my mother would pull my ear and teach me this.
Actually, it is their mothers' fault.
Their ears weren't pulled.
Shall I leave? ‐ What if someone wins?
In that case, he or she will get a medal.
This is the foil from my lunch box.
Now, this is 24‐carat gold. ‐ Of course.
Ta‐da!
My master bedroom.
A 50‐inch LED TV over here.
Over there, 10,000‐watt speakers.
Surround sound.
And a love seat for my girlfriend here.
Bouncy.
Where will you keep your mother's bed?
She will take the smaller bedroom.
So that she doesn't have to walk a lot.
Sir, I think this wall is not strong enough. ‐ So?
Sir, I can hear the neighbours talking.
They are from UP.
From Mathura, sir.
My grandfather is also from Mathura.
T.P., what are you doing? Stop it. ‐ Sir, very good.
You can communicate with your neighbours this way.
You will be aware of what is going on there
and they will know what is going on in this bedroom.
Did you hear that, sir? Did you hear that?
Which colony in Mathura are you from?
What did you say? Nandgaon?
Actually, I am giving this bedroom to my mom.
She is older. So, let's check the other one.
No, no! That's not true!
He hasn't done anything for 40 years now!
He is a bachelor.
Yes.
T.P., stop it. Come on.
I'll see you later.
Sir, shall we finalise the deal?
Sign here and this flat will be yours.
Why not?
She means to say, sign the paper
and the burden of EMIs will be yours.
The EMI is only for 10 years.
At least, Mom will stop taunting me.
I mean, so that she is at peace.
I agree. ‐ Thirty.
Yes, dear? ‐ The EMI is for 30 years.
No. Not possible.
Sir, didn't you check the contract?
It's 30 years.
Sir, by the time you finish paying the EMI
you will be 72.
Oh!
Sir, you are amazing.
I mean, people send their parents to old‐age homes
and you are spending all your earnings on your mother.
You don't care that, under the burden of this debt
you may remain a bachelor all your life
and miss out on the bliss of a married life.
You will still serve your mother and keep doing it.
You are great, sir.
Sir, are you all right?
I feel suffocated.
Sometimes, I am reminded of Shravan Kumar
when I look at him.
Are you sure he is fine? ‐ Yes.
He is checking the wall's strength.
By kicking it.
Shah Jahan built Taj Mahal for his wife.
But what did he do for his mother? Nothing.
Chaddha sir did it. He sacrificed his future.
This isn't a flat but a mausoleum.
Box race.
Ready?
One, two, three, go.
Come on. ‐ Amit bhai, that's my dusting cloth.
Bhadoria, run! The pantry's dignity is at stake.
Run, run! Saleem bhai, come and play with us.
I am already playing a game. The rule is do your work
or your kids get expelled from school.
Bhadoria.
Stay blessed, dear.
And the gold goes to Sapan Gill.
Sir, please sign.
The ceiling is quite low. ‐ What?
It seems as if the ceiling has come down.
Sir, it's the same.
Actually, Mom wanted a good view.
Let's check some other apartment, T. P.
in some other complex.
I think perhaps next year.. ‐ Sir.
You can rent out the third bedroom
if price is the problem. ‐ No, that's not the problem.
No. Just..
Geomancy. That's the problem here.
Sir.. ‐ A little..
Sir, if you cancel the deal now
you won't get the advance of Rs. 3 lakh back.
So, I own a flat now.
Yay.
Your mother will be very happy.
The ceiling indeed appears to be low.
Stapler kabaddi. Who will go first?
I'll go first.
Okay. Ready, let's go.
Kabaddi, kabaddi, kabaddi.. ‐ Sarla ji, Sarla ji, Sarla ji..
From the left. From the left. ‐ Come on. Come on.
Out, out, out!
Sarla ji, Madhukar and Kutty!
When Amit is excited about something
he gets everyone else excited too.
The problem is that
nothing exciting happens in this office.
I think no one else should try. ‐ No one.
Gold medal. Gems‐eating competition.
It is already rusty.
T.P., thank you. You were of great help.
I have a reward for you. ‐ Reward?
You can shift into the third bedroom.
Do give me the rent. Okay?
Thank you, sir. You accepted me.
Electricity, water and Internet charges will be separate. Okay?
Yes, sir. Sir, you, me and your mom.
You will pay the maid's salary.
Of course, sir. Of course.
The three of us together will tend to Kalpana. ‐ Who is Kalpana?
My cow.
We will put a bed for her in one of the corners
in the drawing room. She will be comfortable there.
Drawing room?
Sir, you can consider her a child.
A baby. But she is smarter than a baby.
She..
Sir, imagine this.
She will give milk, ghee, butter and urine.
What else do you want? ‐ Oh, actually
I had promised someone else the third bedroom.
I forgot. But, T. P.
some other time I promise.
Even Goddess Sita had to go through an ordeal
in order to stay with Lord Ram.
I am only Hanuman.
Okay, ready? Sarla ji, come on.
One, two and three.
Yes! ‐ Superb!
Wow! Did you make this? ‐ It's for the closing ceremony.
These doves are going to rock the show.
You always think ahead.
Come on. ‐ Anjali, don't you play games?
I do. I call it Ping‐Pong Pammi!
Whenever Amit comes to your desk
and you both giggle for no reason
I give 10 points to myself in the diary.
We are just friends.
You always think ahead, Pammi.
Oh! Kutty!
Good one. ‐ I play.
But not in the office.
I sing. I teach hymns and chants to my parrot.
And I also conduct a competition
of chanting Lord Ram's name the most in one minute.
Come on! Come on! Come on! Final lap!
Keep it up. Come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on!
What is going on here?
Guys, it is just till here.
Guys. ‐ This is my stopwatch.
Rinchin.
Okay, let's be honest.
What would have I done?
Do you want me to go home and announce
that I won a gold medal made of lunch‐box foil?
Sales report.
All done?
That's good.
It took me 10 minutes to complete the sales report.
I booked two new clients during the lunch break.
So, basically
today was as productive as any other day.
Actually, a bit more.
Are you free in the evening?
Why? ‐ Will you come with me
to the closing ceremony of the Office Olympics?
How?
Send the invites to all the players.
And don't forget these.
Sir. ‐ Come in.
Congratulations. ‐ Why?
For your new apartment. ‐ Oh, yes.
Thank you, buddy.
Sir, will you come out for a minute?
There is something for you.
Sir.
What is this? ‐ Sir.
Sir.
Today, Chaddha sir bought a house.
That is why he gets a gold medal.
I don't know what to say. I am quite emotional.
Wow!
T.P.
Silver. ‐ Gold.
"We love each other immensely."
"We care for each other."
"We love each other immensely."
"We care for each other."
"If we need to lay down our lives for each other."
"We are ready We are ready."