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ItemGurl Then turn it on

Machoman Turn on?? What?

ItemGurl Ooo Baby, you're so sexy

ItemGurl Just my type

Really?

What else should we write?

You have an awesome body.

Smooth and strong like Salman Khan in

Dabangg.

Sweetie.

Let's see some more of you.

-Why don't you turn yours on too? -Patience, baby.

Baby.

Show me.

Show me.

Show me. Yes, baby.

No. No, boss, no.

What the point of you being called Hacky then? Do it.

-Who did that go out to? -Everyone.

Everyone?

Oh, my God. What's he doing?

His six pack is in one direction, and other one in another.

Size isn't everything.

Hello?

The song. Of course I've made the changes.

I'm coming. On my way.

Come on.

5,000 hits, not bad, and counting.

-Vishal, check this out. -Dude, I'm busy.

Fine, check. You really think I'd have a bomb on me?

Hacky.

Hurry up. Rahul's been waiting for the changes.

Sorry, bro, made a small change in the chorus.

I'll see you after the show. Kill it, Rahul. See you.

Why does it feel like

All my dreams are on

A journey that never ends?

My uncertain heart is mute

Tied up, scared and doesn't say

What it wants to say

Like an untethered cloud a lost scrap of soul

Swirls in a whirlpool of wants and needs

Leaving bits of my soul scattered around

The sky

The sky seems to be filled

With clouds that go nowhere

Like dreams without substance

But still I dream on I dream on

Dreams like hot air balloons

All talk and no weight float away from me

Confusion in the eyes

Rises like smoke and clouds in our lives

But I have hope there will come a day

We will know who we are and where we are going

And it will all begin to make sense

Till then the sky

Till then the sky seems to be filled

With clouds that go nowhere

Like dreams without substance

But still I dream on, I dream on

Thank you, guys. You rock.

-What's your name? -Malvika. Malvika Kelkar.

People, put your hands together for Malvika Kelkar.

Hi, Malvika.

Guys, have a great night.

And drive safe. See you soon. Bye-bye.

Dude.

All right. Damn cool. Thanks, bro.

-For the last three songs you wrote. -Nice.

I can't write, but if I sing, what do I get?

-You sing? -Sure.

Touch the sky

-He's got talent. -Nice, brother.

-See you guys. You guys rock. -Thanks.

You guys were on fire tonight.

We missed the first band. Who was it?

Poison Ivy.

Poison Ivy.

How do you manage to make the name of a band sound so obscene?

Okay, now say, Greater Mumbai Municipal Corporation.

Greater Mumbai Municipal Corporation.

-Okay, now say. -Yeah?

-Anuradha Sengupta. -Anuradha Sengupta.

-Man, that's sick. -Anuradha Sengupta.

Wow. Who's that?

No idea. It's a random friend request. I get them every day.

That only happens in your life, not in real life.

Have you ever sent a random friend request?

-Yes, to friends. -No, to someone you don't know?

-You crazy? -Why?

She'd accept it.

These are the perks of being a rock star in the university.

This guy goes to a second rate college to study biocom,

but look at how popular he is.

If people knew that you wrote all my songs,

you'd be the popular one, I bet.

You insane? There's already dearth of females in my life.

If they found out that I wrote your pansy songs, they'd run.

-You'll score, idiot. Look at me. -Exactly, look at you.

You could be on stage singing,

"The cow is my mother. It's a milch animal, white in color,"

and girls would still rip their clothes off and yell, "Rahul!"

Good point.

Sometimes even I'm tempted to rip my clothes off and scream, "Rahul."

I'm gonna tear my shirt off

I'm gonna be your fan With the letter "K"

Your turn, bro.

Night eyes. Your night eyes

The moon sleeps inside those night eyes

Your eyes, your eyes Your night eyes

Stop it. Right here.

-All right, boss, good night. -See you.

It's really late. Will the dorm let you in?

If they don't, I'll come to your place.

Good plan. We'll watch a hot 3D movie.

-You'll love it. -Are you serious?

Impressed?

Screw the dorm. Let's go.

Actually, forget it. The guard might call your dad in Jammu.

Get him home safely. He's an only child.

Let's go, boss. No one needs us here anymore.

I'm gonna tear my shirt off

Who's there?

Oh no, not again.

Who is it?

No one, sir. It's Vishal, sleep walking as usual.

Oh, dear, get him to his room then.

All right.

Malvika...

Congratulations, everyone knows her name now.

-Enough. -Just look at her. She's amazing.

Seems average to me. What's so great about her?

You're just jealous.

Oh, please. I can think of three girls better looking than her.

-Then why don't you introduce us? -To a psycho like you? Never.

Look at how she talks to me.

Show some respect, Neha. I'm your older brother.

Fifteen minutes older. Doesn't count. Right, Vish?

Leave me out of this, guys.

When I see your sibling love,

I feel like hugging my parents for producing only one child.

-Hey, you! -Shoot, Machoman!

-I'm going to-- -Hey, Machoman, let him go!

-Don't call me Machoman! -Sorry.

You should be thanking Hacky.

Thank him? I'm going to kill him.

If Hacky hadn't shared your video, you would never have been noticed.

-Really? -Of course.

Look at the girls, they're all checking you out.

Half the job's done, buddy.

It's just a matter of a pound or two, they'll be all over you.

All over me?

You bet. All over you.

I dream on

I dream on

Nice song, guys.

Mogambi.

Hey. Mogambi.

Who? The late entry.

Only, Mogambo's sour face lights up seeing Anil Kapoor's hairy chest.

She never shows her teeth except to snarl.

Henna ceremony, garland exchange. Lovely.

-Where did you take them? -My sister's wedding.

Who's this?

My aunt from Meerut.

-Do you know the Anand photo lab? -Yes.

Great. Why don't you take these there?

What do you mean?

I recruit photographers for the photography club.

Real photographers.

If I need photos for my cousin's wedding, I'll definitely call you.

You have no respect for talent.

I know why you're not taking me.

-Yeah? -Lesbian.

What?

Oh, my God. Preity's a lesbian?

No way, babe. I don't think she could get a girlfriend either.

I'm gonna try and make out with her.

Girl on girl action. I like it.

What a slap.

Wow.

-He's right, you know. -She's a lesbian?

No, she doesn't let guys in the photography club.

She's allergic to guys.

Instead of mosquito repellent, she's men repellent.

-Smart-ass. -Wow. Full house today, huh?

Hi, ma'am.

I wish I'd see this kind of attendance in class as well.

Ma'am, if you teach every class, I swear I'll show up.

Okay guys, down to work.

Now you all know that Founder's Day is just three months away.

Yes, ma'am.

How many of you know that it coincides with the 25th anniversary of our college?

Are you serious?

So we need to put up a kick ass show.

Something new, exciting and totally different.

Ideas?

Ma'am, we could do a play.

This coming from the drama kids. How original.

Mohit, think of something else.

Look, guys, it's the school's silver jubilee.

So think of something unique to the college, something that defines it.

Photography, any ideas?

Ma'am, we could showcase the history of the college through photographs,

Like a special coffee table book?

What's your problem?

It's boring. Are you gonna show pictures of past principals and faculty?

-We need to fix on an angle. -Just a minute.

I didn't ask for a vote yet.

Ideas first, arguments later.

And, Vishal, for someone who has such a strong opinion,

maybe you have an idea? A better one than Preity's?

Ma'am, every college has its share of romances and breakups,

but some couples last forever.

There must've been a few romances here,

at Bunker's Point, the canteen, the corridors, library, auditorium,

that ended up in marriage.

What if we found 25 of those couples and did something with them, you know?

Filmy.

Okay, that's kind of sweet and romantic.

Anyone else?

Ma'am, Vishal's idea is kind of sweet.

We could do a play on that idea.

Like a musical, with songs and stuff.

Nats, that's what a musical is.

-Vishal, you're too funny, man. -Pipe down, you rascal, pipe down.

Okay, let's have the votes please.

Preity's idea?

No one.

Vishal's idea?

Okay, so we're going to use Vishal's idea along with Preity's.

That's really cool, ma'am.

A photographic documentary on the romantic history of the college.

-All right? -What are you doing?

All right, everybody, clear out now, get started.

We don't have a lot of time. Drama kids, stay back please.

Let's see what we can do with you guys. Thanks, Preity. Thanks, Vishal.

-What? -There's a problem.

I don't want to work with a grump like you.

-Back out. -Excuse me?

-Reject Raghubir. -What?

Pretty slow? Tell her you don't want to work on this project.

Why should I? You tell her.

Didn't you hear what she said? It's a sweet and romantic idea?

You have absolutely no clue what romance is about.

Don't bother getting involved.

I have no interest in working on your stupid idea.

Exactly. Back out.

-Never mind. -Don't worry, I never mind.

Baby doll.

Why are you trying to kill the ice cream?

Not the ice cream, that bloody creature in college.

What's his face? Vishal. I hate him.

-You hate all guys. -But this one's special.

You've been in this college, what, three months?

And you've already found someone special enough to hate? Wow.

Stop trying to be funny. I don't like funny people.

-I take it Vishal is funny? -No, he thinks he is funny.

And people encourage him.

-How? -By laughing.

"Oh, my God, Vishal. You're so funny."

Oh, God. Who are these people? Full desperate types.

I don't even know them.

"I want to be friends with you, baby, add me."

Sumit, no way.

Vishal, no.

Huzefa, definitely no.

Uday, please.

Jayesh? No way.

-Oh, my God. -What is it?

There's a friend request from Rahul.

-Who's Rahul? -Rahul, the rock star.

The singer who pulled me on stage?

Really? Let me see.

Nice.

But, Pree...

Malu, stop being so modest.

He danced with you on stage one time and now he's a fan.

-Bullshit. -Oh, come on, Malu.

You know there are two kinds of people in this world.

The one who don't know you and the ones who adore you.

Funny. Anyways, ignore.

Why?

-What do you mean why? -He's probably the hottest guy around.

He's an awesome singer, and his song writing's even better.

Why would you accept his friend request? Don't do it. Delete him.

You know, I used to find him cool, but not anymore.

How desperate and uncool is it to approach a girl like this on Facebook?

No way.

-Hi, girls. -Hi, Ma.

-Hi, Arunima aunty. -You girls are still awake?

Yes, aunty. How was work?

Hectic.

You are too much.

-What are you looking at? -Nothing

Let me see.

Wow, cute. Malu, is that your boyfriend?

Not every guy I know is my boyfriend.

Preity, is he yours?

Please. He's the campus rock star. How could he be my boyfriend?

Why not? My baby, prettiest.

Your baby's best friend prettiest. I'm Preity in name only.

I don't know who you take after.

Definitely not you. But presenting exhibit A.

She definitely takes after you. Should've been your daughter.

You're right, but I'll make do with you.

-Good night, Arunima. -Yes, I'm leaving.

I have a con call in half an hour, so keep it low.

-Aye, aye, Captain. -Clean your room.

-Okay. -Oh, God.

You're so lucky.

-Why? -Your mom is always around you.

And why am I lucky?

Because your mom is not around you all the time.

-Malu, your mother's on the phone. -Okay, aunty.

-Say hi to Shivani aunty. -Okay.

"Offers of the day.

"25% off toothpaste.

Get a free toy with your cornflakes.

"A, B will get you C free. Get a scam free with any politician.

"And corruption comes free with the municipality.

"Get pollution free with Mumbai.

"And with this request, get 'fraaandship' free."

He's funny. Me likey.

That day you told me I was going to be a celebrity in college,

but not one girl has shown me any attention.

Open your Facebook profile.

-Why? -Just open it.

You call this a celebrity profile?

Why don't you take sexy pic of our hero here?

Smile.

A sexy smile.

But you can't even see my face.

Exactly.

"Hi, I'm Satyavrat and I'd like to make friends."

What the hell is this?

Let's change it to, "Hi, I'm Machoman.

"I'm in a no strings attached relationship with my guitar."

Nice.

-Not single, complicated. -But I'm pretty simple.

Girls turn simple guys into their brothers. Is that what you want?

Now, who do you want to send a friend request to first?

There, that girl Rashmi. She's really cute.

-Nice. -Rashmi Patel.

-That one? -Yeah, Rashmi Patel. That one.

-Vishal, you leaving? -Where are you going?

What are we, married?

-No, my Lord. -Shut up, moron.

Have you ever sent a random friend request?

You crazy? She'd accept it.

"And with this request, get 'fraaandship' free."

Send.

"Photos free with this fraaandship."

"During the concert..."

...I had taken some pictures of you. I'm sending them to you.

Hope you like them.

Nice.

Wow.

I present to you.

There's a reel in the camera, there's a feel in the photo

but I'm pretty good looking I say. So what's the big deal, hey?

I don't believe this. A friend request from Rahul.

-Really? -How desperate and uncool.

"And with this friend request, get fraaandship free."

Me likey.

Wow. That's modest.

You know what? You really are something, Rahul.

What can you do? My good looks are my enemy.

I try really hard to look ugly, but what to do, I'm perfect.

-You know the feeling. -Hey.

-No one's perfect, okay. -You're right. The moon has craters.

Oh, my God, how can you praise yourself like that?

Actually I'm very shy.

I get really embarrassed when someone else praises me.

What? No way.

What do you suggest I do, praise you instead?

What could I say that's original and never been said so far?

What more could I say? "I always drown in the beauteous pools that are your eyes,

"I always drown in the beauteous pools that are your eyes,

"but not this time because, look, I'll be wearing a bathing suit.

Bye.

-Wakey-wakey. -Good morning.

Sunshine.

-Beach? -Goa.

-Holiday. -Road trip.

-Puncture. -Ego.

-You -Me? Sexy.

-Malvika. -Hello, hello.

How can you call yourself sexy? That's my job.

-So go ahead. -With what?

-Your job. -Okay.

Malvika, you're so sexy.

No, silly, I mean go do your work. I gotta go. Bye.

Miss you already.

What's up?

Sorry.

If people can't make it on time, why even bother?

-I mean, seriously... -Sorry.

Hacky, where were we before her highness showed up?

I was tracking down some couples on the Internet.

Of course. Amit and Neha can work on the layout.

Okay. Before that, you'll need to write the concept for every story.

And you'll need to get pictures...

He was late too. He got here two minutes ago.

Chill, he's just pulling your leg.

-What's your problem? -You.

-Listen. -Why?

-Don't. -What?

You...you...you.

Listen, I'm busy. You got something to say, say it. Don't bore me.

-You think you're so funny, don't you? -I know I'm funny.

Well, news flash. You're wrong. You're not funny, you're stupid.

Like you would know? Even your funny bone isn't funny.

You wouldn't recognize a joke if it bit you in the butt.

My God. He's a stand-up comic. So very funny.

Told you, I am funny.

Do me a favor, go explode somewhere else.

Pretty funny, huh?

-Vish... -What?

-Poor thing. -Shut up.

Ma'am, can't you assign another writer to this project?

-Why? -He's got a problem with me.

I love working with her.

She's so intelligent, great ideas.

-Why would I have issues with her? -He's lying.

Whatever issues you have with each other can't be bigger than the college.

So whatever it is, sort it out.

Send hate mails, fight it out on blogs, I don't give a damn.

Every student in this college is dying to work on the Founder's Day show,

and you guys are just caught up in your petty quarrel.

Either you work together on this project or leave it.

I'll get someone else.

And now unless you step out of here,

you're not going to be able to get at each other.

So get out and sort it out now.

Bloody liar.

Pretty dumb, pretty weird, pretty horrible.

-Speak for yourself. -Did I complain to Ms. Raghubir? No.

The milk I drink ferments at the very sight of you.

Did I go to Ms. Raghubir?

I'm not a four year old child.

"Preity pushed me off the swing." Grow up, dude.

The credit for this idea is mine.

Without pictures, your idea's only as good as a cheap novel.

Whatever!

-Shit, man. -Full on, dude.

-Vishal's so mean. -She gave as good as she got.

-She was asking for it. -I think she needs to get laid.

My heart is having a little conversation about you

Would you like to say something in return?

Don't use your head so much

It's the hearts that need to get chatting

Go for it, you and I

Just need to get chatting

It's you and I

That need to get chatting

I could get to counting the stars

Maybe make astronomy sound like a gag

Why don't you say something instead?

I'll just make something up in return

Go for it, you and I just need to get chatting

Go for it

It's you and I that need to get chatting

Let's take it easy a little

Maybe go with the flow

Say whatever floats up, pops up, comes up

So say what do you want to say

Time's walking a step ahead

Just catch up and whisper something, anything

Silly, sweet, stupid, or bright

Just say what you want to say

My heart is having a little conversation about you

Would you like to say something in return?

Don't use your head so much

It's the hearts that need to get chatting

Go for it, you and I just need to get chatting

It's you and I that need to get chatting

Chowpatty.

Breeze.

Marine drive?

Lights? Lights.

-Rain. -Dance?

Dance.

Bandra?

Candies...

Goa.

Beer.

All right.

Morning?

Tea. No...

Cappuccino.

Sunday?

Movies.

Friday?

Coffee.

Karan Johar?

No, would you like to meet for coffee on Friday?

Hey, Pree, I'm home.

Hey, what's up?

-Malu. -Yeah?

Rahul wants to meet you.

Rahul who?

Rock star Rahul.

Why?

Because you've been chatting with him for three weeks.

What crap.

I never...

Oh, my God. Pree!

-You crazy? -No, just desperate.

-Obviously. -What's the big deal?

-Did you ask me before emailing her? -No.

-Did you ask me when you chatted? -No.

You were planning on meeting her yourself?

Yeah.

-So go and meet her. Alone. -Dude, you don't know her.

She's your type.

Really?

She's hot. Hot like on some other level.

She's intelligent, beautiful, she even has a great name.

Oh, yeah?

Dude, what happened to you?

Hacky, bro, this is serious. Can't you have a fit afterwards?

I'm trying to help you, and you're screwing up my acting.

Okay, go ahead.

One sec, who are you playing?

Malvika.

Nice.

Rahul...

Will you be my friend?

No.

At least meet me, Rahul.

I'll fire up your nights, honey, and tire you out all day, Rahul.

-No, dude, no. -Go on.

Then I'll make you lose your mind

and hide it right here in my pocket, Rahul.

And?

-Hacky. -And...

Every evening we'll play hide and seek in your bedroom, Rahul.

And then I'll slide up and whisper in your ear, "Yoo-hoo."

-Yoo-hoo. -Nice, huh?

Nothing like that is going to happen.

-You want me to meet her or not? -Yes, but...

Okay, then forget it. Sorry, baby, no meeting, no friendship.

Fine, go, but...

Okay, no buts.

What the hell are you doing?

To hell with you. Beer.

-Hi. -May I?

Yeah, for sure.

This is weird.

You have no idea.

Dude, sit down. I'm getting dizzy just looking at you.

Why isn't he picking up his phone?

-Girlfriend? -Boyfriend.

-Serious? -What?

Me or the relationship?

Neither, and you?

What? Serious?

No, boyfriend or girlfriend?

Neither.

Pick up.

So why did you send that friend request? I mean...

Tacky and desperate, right?

That night at the show was fun.

I had no other way of getting in touch with you.

Point.

And it worked. You accepted the request.

Right.

Tacky, but effective.

-Bro, what the-- -What's up, dude?

I've been calling you. Where are you?

Don't you know that when a guy's out on a date with a hot girl,

it's rude to pick up the phone?

-Date? You call that a date? -What else was it?

You went to meet her for me. Got it?

Of course, for you. I liked her for you,

I impressed her for you, of course. I made her laugh just for you.

-What? -She's just my type, dude.

-Come home, I'll break your legs. -Sure, go ahead.

-She'll take care of me. -Idiot.

-Jokes apart, she's fab. -I know, I've seen her.

I don't mean her looks. As a person, she's fab.

Really?

Yeah, he didn't have any rock star type attitude.

"I'm so hot, I'm so cool, I play in a band..."

He's just a plain and simple great guy.

Actually, just my type.

-You like him? -Yeah, why?

Like-like or lust-like?

First you set us up, now you're giving me 20 questions.

If you have a problem with this, then why don't you meet him yourself?

Pree?

Listen, chill. He's a nice guy, he'll like you.

Yeah? You think so?

-Yeah. -I don't know, are you sure?

Hello, madam.

-Why are you wasting my time? Come on. -I'll talk to you later.

Hey, Tommy, I have to go pick up my camera bag.

Hi, ma'am. Mrs. Qureshi? Vishal from HRMC.

-Of course. -We spoke on the phone.

Hi, Vishal, come in.

-Hi sir. -I'm Rafique.

-Nice meeting you, sir. -Come. Trouble finding the house?

Nothing at all, sir. Ma'am's directions were perfect.

What'll you have? Soft drink, lemonade.

-It's really hot outside. -No, ma'am, it's all good.

Is it? Come in.

So tell us, when did you meet each other, and how?

We were classmates and she was hot.

He was top of class and a total nerd.

Never spoke to me.

Really? So how did you fall in love?

For three years, he just stared at me.

You were always surrounded by other guys.

I didn't even know if you'd noticed me.

-You were scared. -And you were so pretty.

I didn't dare dream that you'd ever look at me.

One day, under the pretext of having a cup of tea,

I met him at Bunker's Point

I just asked him, "Why do you keep staring at me?"

I was taken aback. I said, "My friend likes you."

So I told him to tell his friend that I was liked him too.

What if there really had been a friend?

Come on, kid, take more of her. She's prettier.

Sure.

Hold on, do I look all right?

Yes.

Please do send us a copy of these photographs.

-Sure, ma'am. I'll email them to you. -Okay.

This project isn't just yours.

It's about love. It's beyond your understanding.

Like you know about love. You only love yourself.

At least I love myself. You don't even do that.

I mean, look at you. Shabby clothes,

unkempt hair. Disgusting.

I don't need to look pretty, I'm intelligent.

That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

Pretty idiotic, huh?

What are you waiting for? Come on, let's go.

Madam, I'm out of gas.

How strange. You couldn't have said something earlier?

You could've asked. You just plonked yourself down.

City full of fools!

Oh, great.

Did baby's rickshaw break down?

Pretty unlucky, huh?

Bye.

So?

So?

How was it?

What?

Coffee? How was the coffee date?

Great.

"Great"?

Yeah. Plain and simple, great.

And?

What?

Me?

Just my type.

Want to meet up again?

When?

Tonight. It's Saturday night.

Tonight? Shit.

Shit, shit, shit...

Busy. Going clubbing with a friend.

That's cool. Bring her along.

In fact, I'll bring a friend too. Velvet Lounge at 10:00?

Great.

-Hey, how do I look? -Bro, what does it matter?

It does. Clothes are okay, hair... too much gel?

Too much desperation.

Look who's talking. Have you managed to score yet?

No, and look, not desperate.

Shut up. Rahul, hurry up, we're late.

-I'm not going. I'll drop you guys. -Are you insane?

Why? What's the point? You want to see him, go ahead.

He wants to see you, not me.

-I've met her once already. -Is she that ugly?

She's not ugly at all.

What if I end up with her instead of you?

Jerk.

If we both go, who's going to talk to him? You or me?

Me. No, you. I mean, me. We'll see when we get there.

Listen, Preity, you should just meet him as yourself,

not as me. I think he'll like you.

In any case, when she finds out that you're not me

and that I'm pretending to be you, we'll say it's me,

but you'll be saying it, not me. What the hell am I saying?

You're high. It's all that cologne you're wearing.

-Buzz off, dude. I'm not going. -Very good

Idea. Should I go instead?

Stupid. Should I just kill you?

Please, please, please, Malu, please.

Okay, fine. On one condition.

You wear what I want.

There's one designer in this house.

-Hi. -Hello, ma'am.

Booking in the name of Rahul Sareen?

Yes, ma'am. Just go in and to the left.

Thank you.

Pree.

Pree.

-Come on, you look great. Don't worry. -Yeah?

How many times should I tell you? Let's go.

Actually, you go ahead. I want to say hi to Randolph.

-He's DJing here tonight. -I'm coming with you.

Idiot, this is your chance.

Go spend five minutes alone with him. It'll be great

-No. -Should we go home?

Go. Preity, go.

You?

What are you doing here?

Excuse me, it's a Saturday night and this is a nightclub.

It's party time for most people. Nothing to be so shocked about.

In fact, I'm the one who should be surprised.

-Great, you found a friend. -No, it's Preity.

-Hi. Rahul. -Hey.

-Hey, Rahul. -Hey, how are you?

-Good. How are you? -Very good.

I see you've already met Preity.

Vishal just introduced us.

By the way, Vishal, this is Malvika. Malvika, this is Vishal.

Vishal from Preity's college?

-I've heard a lot about you. -Damn it.

-Oh, so you're Vishal's Preity. -Hell, no.

I don't blame you. Vishal's an ass.

-Thanks, bro -You're welcome.

-You can't be that bad. -Actually, I'm pretty mind blowing,

but nobody knows yet. It's a well kept secret.

-Drinks, everyone? -Vodka shot for me.

-Okay. -Me too, thanks.

-Fine. Preity? -No, thanks, I'll get my own.

Okay.

Why don't you go help Rahul with the drinks? I'll hang with Vishal.

Okay.

-Excuse me, my drink. -Here.

And women are reading this book and their clothes are just falling off.

I'll be back.

Well, well, if it isn't little Miss Preity.

-Hi, Siddhant. -I'm doing great. Thank you for asking.

Really great.

I've seen them, remember?

-Excuse me, could I have my drink, please? -Yeah, one moment, ma'am.

-My drink. Hurry up, please. -Yeah.

Anyway, Mustache. Hey, Rahul.

What's up, buddy? When's your next party?

Baby.

Sorry, sweetie. I left you alone at the bar for too long.

Did you miss me?

Sorry, bro, gotta go. Girlfriend first.

So, Malvika?

So, Vishal?

So, HR?

So lame.

So...literature?

-E-comm major. -Really?

So, fashion design?

So...

Photography project?

You're overreacting. Come on, drinks.

There you go.

It has been said that

vodka's the enemy of humanity. Vodka's the enemy of humanity.

Come, let's finish it off.

Cheers.

Vishal, I'm taking Preity home.

-What? -She's not feeling well.

-I'll be back in 15 minutes. -No, don't come back. Buzz off.

Cheers.

-Shot. My shot! -Hello. We want shots!

-Thanks. -Hey, it's not far. No sweat.

No, I mean about what happened at the bar.

What? What are you talking about? Nothing happened at the bar.

-Actually that guy and I, we used to... -What guy?

-At the club. -What club?

Taxi! Free taxi.

So watch me. Give me your purse.

Taxi.

-Brother, can you take us to Kala Ghoda? -No, brother.

What, you wanna go to frigging Dubai then?

Malu, which is closer, Dubai or Kala Ghoda?

-See you. Good night. -Bye.

Come on. Come on.

-You're drunk. -How can you tell?

Let me try, I'm an expert.

-She's drunk. -How can you tell?

If I weren't in such a good mood--

Even you can't ruin my mood today, Mogambi.

-Hey, Malu. -Get out. Beat it, Tommy.

Same to you with no return.

Come on, let's go. Fool

I love you, Pree.

-I'm so drunk. -How can you tell?

So how does one really know when cupid has struck?

Friends, it's 4:00 a.m. and if you're awake right now

listening to this show, then trust me, you're probably in love,

'cause love is on air with RJ Seema.

The sky is our slate

Just grab a passing cloud and a drop of sunshine or two

And write me a message

I'm a little clueless

How to give you the news

That everything I think seems brand new today

Our conversations are taking flight

Leaping into the light

Slipping and sliding away

Uh-oh, uh-oh, what just happened?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, I think it's called love

Uh-oh, uh-oh, I think it might be true

I guess I've fallen in love

I look for excuses to find you

In different places

In strangers' faces

The books I read

The tales they tell

Are now all about you

Our conversations are taking flight

Leaping into the light

Slipping and sliding away

Uh-oh, uh-oh, what just happened?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, I think it's called love

Uh-oh, uh-oh, I think it might be true

I guess I've fallen in love

Just like that, without warning my talkative heart wants to

Make unbreakable promises if you look this way

We could talk about how silly I'm being

For the first time, without warning

My roundabout heart is talking in riddles

If you give me a chance

We could solve them together

I dream about dreaming up

Dreamy meetings with you

I dream about the this and the that that I could be talking to you about

Just waiting and wishing that our conversations will flight

Leaping into the light Slipping and sliding away

Uh-oh, uh-oh, what just happened?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, I think it's called love

Uh-oh, uh-oh, I think it might be true

I guess I've fallen in love

Uh-oh, uh-oh, what just happened?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, I think it's called love

Uh-oh, uh-oh, I think it might be true

I guess I've fallen in love

Hey, kissy-wissy.

You!

You looked like you were gonna kiss me just now.

-Dream on, Romeo. -I don't like nightmares.

But if dressed like this every day,

like a cutesy, ditsy girly-girl,

then I might think about it, as a favor.

What clothes?

-What the-- -The what?

Listen, you skunk, that's not me.

-Who is it, Hacky? -No, I mean, it's just not...

You think your image is compromised? Too bad, I'm not deleting it.

What do you want?

Not bad.

Thank you.

Enough. Delete it.

Don't be silly.

I still need to top up my phone card, pay off my canteen bill.

And this is my new credit card.

Visa power, go get it.

I just hated him.

She was the most irritating girl in the whole college.

-Really? -She was.

And he was so arrogant.

Like you were quiet and meek. Look at her.

And then?

We fought all through college, three years.

Then on the last day, it suddenly hit me that

I would never see her again, never argue with her again.

-She's cute, huh? -Yes, sir.

-Then I proposed as we fought. -I said yes, didn't I?

Thanks for the favor.

-Oh, God, you think you're so funny. -Hello, I am funny.

Please. Give me a break.

-You've broken enough stuff already. -Stop it.

Nice, you want one?

Boss, two ice creams please.

-I don't want one. -Go on, have one. It's on me.

I don't want to cross the credit limit.

You should smile more, you'll make more friends

There's no connection. Look at you.

-Hello, I have friends. -Hacky.

-Rahul. -That's two.

That's because I'm selective I could make tons if I wanted to.

-Don't believe me? -Your brain is full of garbage.

-What? -What's wrong with you?

-I think I've got style. -Yeah, right. Dream on.

-Nice. -Hey, Rahul. What's up?

Nothing much, just following you around.

Really? Now I have a fan?

Or maybe a stalker.

Shopping alone?

Doing some research for a new project. I'm working on a new collection.

I get it. This is where you steal your fashion ideas from.

Don't tell anyone.

You want to grab a bite? I'm hungry.

-Sports bar? -You sure?

-The EPL is on, dude. -Man U?

-Chelsea. -Don't tell me.

They've changed managers six times in the last ten years

I mean, they threw out Mourinho. Chelsea? Really?

Hello, my dear, did you sleep well?

Oh my God, what's wrong with you?

Are you insane?

Look at him, he's staring at us.

So what happened the other night? You just disappeared.

I drove Preity home. Didn't she tell you?

She did, but she also said that you were coming back to the club.

-What happened? -Thank you.

You got bored with Vishal? No, not possible.

-He's very entertaining -Great guy, huh?

-What did you think of Preity? -Sweet.

-I wonder... -What?

-Nah. Nothing. -Tell me.

No, I was just thinking, what if I hadn't sent you that friend request?

Would we have met?

Met? I think. Maybe through friends.

Or maybe here, watching a match?

You cheering for Chelsea and me for Man U.

Then we would've argued.

And then I would've bought you a drink. You know, to make up.

And then I would've said, "Hi, I'm Malvika."

And I would've said, "Hey, Malvika, I'm Rahul."

Rahul, what do you do?

Well, I've been a Man U fan for a while now,

but now I think I might start cheering for Chelsea. And you?

I'm still cheering for Chelsea.

So who are you? Apart from Chelsea's new manager.

Malvika Kelkar, Delhi, then schooling in Singapore,

studying textile design at the National Institute of Fashion Technology.

Mom and Dad live in Turkey. I'm 21. My birthday is Feb 20th.

And my number is 9821217481.

-Hello. -Hi.

-Malvika? -Yes.

This is Rahul. We met at the sports bar yesterday.

Oh, yeah, hi, what's up?

Guess what? Forgot your sunglasses.

How do we do this?

Sports bar, again, for some food and football?

What time?

5:30?

-Okay, sounds good. -See you later.

-Hello? -Hello, I was thinking...

I can't hear you. Hello?

-Got disconnected. -Preity?

Yeah.

Would you like some dessert?

No, I think I should leave. Should we ask for the bill?

Okay.

-So, is Malvika home? -I don't know. Why?

Just making conversation?

-Thanks for dropping me home. -No prob.

It's pretty late. Will they let you in at the dorm?

-No sweat. I have my ways. -I don't even want to know.

-Good night, Vishal. -Good night, Preity.

"The whole day went by without us talking.

"I missed you." He missed me? He missed me.

"I thought of you at exactly the same time that you thought of me.

"Say about five minutes ago?"

Malu. Hi. I'm so happy.

-Do you want some cold coffee? -Yes, please.

-With some ice cream? Great. -Yes, thank you.

Malvika's asking for a favor.

Malvika! And you're actually considering not helping her?

Look at the number of times she wrote "please."

-Help her friend out. -No, man. I don't want to.

-Dude, Priety isn't that bad. -This coming from you?

I mean, she's quite cool and she's a good photographer, trust me.

Oh, yeah?

Malu, I can't go alone. Not by myself, no way.

Why don't you understand? Malu!

Malu!

Pree, I've had enough of this secondhand romance, okay?

But me, alone?

Listen, he just wants you to take his picture, not molest you.

Hold on, I can't believe that I have to actually convince you to meet him.

You like him, don't you?

Do it for me. You'll be busy shooting. I'll get to spend some time with Malvika.

What, you don't want me to be happy?

You're so dramatic.

Hey, you crazy idiot.

-Hey, what's up? -Hi.

Ready?

-Malvika? -She's not coming.

-Oh. -I thought...

Actually, something came up. Is there a problem?

No, not at all. You're taking the pictures, right?

-Right. -Let's go.

Hills.

Yeah?

No, I mean hills, summer holidays?

Malvika told me about the game you two keep playing.

Monsoon, corn on the cob. Saturday, coffee and rock and roll.

-Grass? -Yeah.

Rahul, you remember that game? Word association.

Oh, yeah. Sorry, a bit out of it.

-Shall we start? -Yeah.

Yeah, looking good. Great.

Move left, Rahul, left. No, take the mic to the left.

No.

Preity, should we try something else?

Vishal, hand the guitar to Rahul, please. Frame's looking a bit dull.

Thanks.

Still not working.

A little more energy, Rahul.

I'm burning in this heat. Are we done yet?

-Done. -Cool.

Show me.

-Wow. -Thanks.

-I'm so good looking. -What?

No, seriously. How can anyone be this good looking?

You're almost pretty when you smile.

You're almost nice when you say that.

-Don't be almost rude. -I'm telling the truth.

-Almost shut up. -You almost shut up.

You know you sound almost stupid.

-Oh, yeah? -Oh, yeah.

-Are we done? -Almost.

You ought to be listening to the original stuff.

-Original? -Yeah.

All right, so what's the original for this one?

You won't get this one.

Kudos, maestro. Vishal Ali Khan. Well done.

-Stop. -Okay. Bye.

-Bunker's Point? -I'll have the write ups. Promise.

That's a real promise, I hope.

-Yeah, sure. -Here you go.

Tripod, please.

-Yep. -I'll mail you the pictures tomorrow.

-Thanks, see ya. -Bye.

-Hey. -Hello.

-How was it? -Great fun. Vishal is just so much fun.

-Vishal? -Yeah.

-And Rahul? -What about Rahul?

How did it go with Rahul? Spending the day with him? The shoot?

The shoot, yeah, it was okay.

Okay?

Vishal?

Late again. Hacky, where the hell is your buddy?

How can I make the layouts without the write ups?

Chill. Give him a break.

There were a lot of interviews.

We went to Kanheri caves yesterday. That's why he's late.

-Kanheri caves? -Vishal and you?

Yeah. So?

Hey, guys. Neha, the articles.

I told you.

-Thanks. -Hey, Preity. Want to get a coffee?

Let's go.

Vishal and Mogambi?

-Vishal has become friends with Preity? -What the f...

-Maybe he thinks she's cute. -Right.

The last time she looked cute was in 1964.

-She wasn't even born then. -That's what I meant.

Maybe she's finally getting some action.

No, seriously. You've never my mom.

She's perfect. Beautiful, talented, runs her own publishing house.

That's cool. What's it called?

-Tagore. -What are you saying?

I have one of their books.

It's by this young upcoming bright writer. Let me check. One sec.

Sole to Soul.

Nice, huh?

What's wrong? You didn't like the book?

No. I don't like the writer.

"Siddhant Shekhar."

You know the guy?

Long, boring story.

I like stories.

Boy meets girl. Girl falls in love with boy.

Boy uses girl to get his book published.

Girl's heart is broken, blah, blah, blah, blah...

Then girl changes colleges.

Second boy shows up and gets under her skin big time.

You're right. Long, boring story.

-Smile. -What are you doing?

You're a strange photographer.

-You should know I'm taking your picture. -Stop it.

Pretty photogenic, huh?

-Rubbish. -No boyfriend?

No, not interested.

-Lesbian? -No.

There must be someone that you're interested in.

-Robert Pattinson? -Too white.

-George Clooney? -Too old.

-Brad Pitt. -Married, dude.

Ranbir... Our Ranbir Kapoor, madam.

I wouldn't stand a chance.

Give it a shot, he might like you.

My own father didn't want me. The day I was born, he left.

You think global warming is your fault.

-Now that you mention it, it's possible.

You're such an idiot. Where're your brains?

Hey, just 'cause you bought me coffee, doesn't mean you can walk all over me.

Mogambi.

-Tommy. -Why don't you tear all my hair out?

I could take you waxing. Less painful.

Me? Stranger? What about you? Invisible.

Invisible? Nah, just busy.

What?

Hello? You there?

"Sorry, what?"

Can we talk later?

I don't get it. I just don't get it.

Our chats have changed. Like she's not interested in me anymore.

It's so damn weird

Stop your PMSing. She must be busy or something.

No, man, we used to be on chat a lot.

All right. Hey, look.

Your real profile is sweeter than your Facebook profile.

I'll see you later, okay?

Hey, Machoman.

-You're welcome. -For?

You forgot to thank us, bro.

Actually I told you I liked her and you sent her that friend request,

but after that I didn't get a reply from her for weeks.

Then I thought about it.

What's the point in lying about yourself on chat or on the net?

Just tell the truth, face to face, so that's what I did.

At first she laughed, but then started talking to me.

-She said she liked my honesty.

Okay, you sneak, be honest with me, are you guys buddies-buddies or...

Hacky, you're so sick, man.

It's your birthday Saturday. You're throwing a party.

-No. -Yes.

-Why? -Dude, I've been wasting time.

I want to tell Malvika the truth.

I want to tell her I love her.

-That definitely calls for a party. Done. -Thanks, buddy.

-Editorial team, hurry up. -Sorry, we're late guys.

Hurry.

On three. One, two, three.

-Nice, let's do solos now. -Okay.

-Who's going first? -I'm not. Vishal, you are.

Okay.

Cool.

What are you doing? What are you doing? Stop it.

Bootilicious.

Hey, booty girl. Up here.

Can I be your Ken?

Hey, booty trap.

Hey, booty, can I be your Beast?

The booty of youth, booty, booty, booty.

Bootilicious.

Did you see the text? It kinda flashes.

Oh, my God.

The booty of youth, booty, booty, booty.

The booty of youth, booty, booty, booty.

Preity, what is it? Preity, please listen. Wait.

Did you do this?

-Obviously. -What is wrong with you?

-It's a joke, Vishal. -Not funny, dude. She's really upset.

Who cares? She so uptight anyway.

Anyone would be upset. "I'm a booty girl"? What the...

What about that Machoman prank you pulled? Why is this upsetting you?

You need to tell her you did this now.

You must be out of your mind. You want her to know, then you tell her.

Pree. Preity.

There's a new message from Rahul.

Read it to me.

What if it's personal?

Okay. "Saturday's yours, birthday's mine,

"the party's for you, the beers for me,

"the time is 10:00, the venue is my house.

"P.S. Bring Preity, your friend, my photographer."

Hey, sounds like fun.

Pree?

What's up with you?

Nothing.

Vishal.

Vishal again? I thought you guys were friends.

I thought so too.

But I was wrong.

They're all the same. How could I forget?

Rahul's not the same.

I know. He's different on chat than in real life.

It's almost like he's not the same person.

-What are you trying to say? -I don't know. He's boring.

What?

I mean, really?

Does this mean you're not interested in him anymore?

Maybe not.

Actually...

You know what? I know I'm not interested.

So, what if someone else was interested?

Like one of his fans?

No, just...

anyone.

Malu?

I'm really sorry.

-For what? -I think I like him.

We really hit it off, but I thought you...

You funny girl. Why didn't you tell me?

How could I? I thought you liked him.

If I'd said nothing, you'd have done a filmy sacrifice like this?

I guess.

Malu, you idiot. I liked Rahul as a concept.

I fell for his songs, his writing, not him as a person.

The only connection between me and Rahul was a broadband one.

Hail mother, Preity.

May you be blessed with 100 boyfriends, my dear.

You sure?

Of course I'm sure. I'm not as benevolent as you.

Hey, so can we go to his birthday party then?

Malu, you go.

Pree, I did so much for you.

Now, it's your turn. You have to come. Please don't say no.

God, you little mongrel. Fine, we'll go.

-Hey. -Happy birthday.

Thank you so much. You look great.

-Thank you. How's the party? -Rocking. Hey, Preity.

Happy birthday.

-Thank you so much. How are you? -Good.

Hey, Vishal.

-Hi. Hey, Preity. -I'm going to go get a drink.

Preity, listen, please.

Leave me alone.

-Listen, Preity, I... -Don't want to talk to you.

Preity, it wasn't me. Just listen to me.

Go tell her!

You want me to propose to Malvika? You're already pretending to be Rahul,

and now you want me to be you? Are you crazy?

Not Malvika, you ass. Preity.

Tell her it was you who made the booty MMS.

She's not talking to me, dude.

So? Who did you come here for, Malvika or Preity.

And what about all these people drinking free booze?

Don't think so much. You're not used to it.

Just do what you came here to do. Talk to Malvika.

Here, have a shot and off you go.

Best of luck.

Hi, this is Preity, leave me a message, and if it's Vishal, stop calling me.

You're such an ass.

Preity, this ass has something to say to you.

-I'm not an ass, you are. -Shut up, Hacky the tacky.

Really guys, save the sibling rivalry for later?

Hey.

It's nothing major, but...

Chicken.

Preity, that booty MMS making the rounds?

Hacky made it and circulated it, not Vishal.

-You're just protecting him. -Why would I do that?

-Because he's your friend. -News flash. Hacky's my brother.

Unfortunate, but true.

-You're such an ass. -There's no vodka in here.

Hey.

What?

Nothing. I thought you were pissed off.

I am. What's wrong with you?

Why didn't you tell me you didn't upload that video?

In case you didn't notice, I was trying to,

-but you didn't give me a chance. -So? Try harder.

You know me, I'm like that.

-That's true, Mogambi. -Hey, and you? Tommy.

-You screwed up my happiness. -Good. Serves you right.

I need a beer. You want one?

Okay.

All right.

This isn't a broadband connection.

This is real.

Pree, you have to tell him.

I will...

Tonight.

Really? Wow, you're crazy, but just go for it.

What's up with you?

I feel good!

We talked it out.

-You spoke to Malvika? Thank God. -Oh, shoot, I forgot all about Malvika.

Who did you talk to?

Preity. She was pissed off, but it's all good now.

I'm good. The world's all good.

Just watch me in action, guys. Malvika, here I come.

Boys and girls, it's showtime

Know what I'm sayin'

Everybody raise your hands

There's about to be a party

Riding the big bike and shaving with a pen knife

And saying the high five and attitude

Girls of the institute Sixty-nine latitude

Instead of gratitude, attitude

So what? Bubblegum poppings

Hip hip hoppings

Bangkok shoppings

Pink, pink frockings

Tight, tight stockings

Heart is rockings

Dancing samba

Ha-ha, that's rad

Ladies look at us and ask Who is that hottie?

Machas with attitude movin' the party

The only question in my mind is Do you wanna make fraaandship?

Life is a kettle without no friends That's empty, rusted, old with dents

Possessive with feelings intense Forever, irrespective of the expense

Together, we partners in crime Better and perfected with time

The only question in my mind is Do you wanna make fraaandship?

Very far to the bar once more in the car

We will do cootchie-coo make-outings Don't be naughty

With a roar through the door Stalking, stalking

Hungry tiger is walking

Gimme more, mon amour Heart's encore

Suddenly feelings are talking

Liking the lip lockings

Pressure like in Hawkins

Punch in the eye sockets

Attitude

Ha-ha, funny jokings Looking so hot smoking

Naughty eye stroking

Attitude

Faking the Gucci

Hep like sushi

Shaking the tushie

Gum gum gapoochie Cooing the cootchie

We will do the smoochie Dancing samba

One more time we say

Machas with attitude in the house Moving the crowds, the stogies about

The dancing and the party Shake your hips and move your body

But, people, you know that I'm back with a rap

The handicaps, I'm making 'em clap Homie, you know that I meant it

So, do you wanna make fraaandship?

Feeling so trippy, I'm feelin' so fly 'Cause I'm so high, I kick the sky

People, they doing the samba DJ, play the super song-a

Girls and boys and everyone Raise your hands and sing this song

Homie, you know that I meant it So, do you wanna make fraaandship?

Blackberry pinging Shakira swinging

Shiny and blinging

Doing the bondings

Singing the songings

Wordings are wrongings

Dancing samba

What the f... is going on?

You knew I liked Malvika, and you still...

-What kind of a friend are you, Rahul? -One second.

You and me, when did this happen?

It's been a while. In fact, Malvika,

I'm sorry, I should have told you a long time ago.

I sent the friend request on Facebook from Rahul's account.

All those conversations, that connection, it was with me, Malvika.

-No. -What?

-Malvika wasn't chatting with anyone. -What do you mean? I have proof.

Ask Rahul. There are tons of messages.

Not from Malvika, they were from me.

What? What the... I don't understand.

I should've known you'd do something like this.

I can't believe that all this while, I was talking and chatting with you.

Pretty funny, huh? And me?

Pretty dumb.

You must've had a good laugh.

You made a fool of me too.

Trust me. If I'd known that I was communicating with you,

-I would have never continued. -Well, same here.

I don't know how I could be so stupid.

I was better off when I didn't trust anyone.

-Of all the people, I trusted you. -You're not alone in this situation.

Why are you acting like you're the only victim here?

-What's wrong with you? -Why are you overreacting?

Because like a fool I was falling in love!

Pree...

Preity.

Preity.

Coffee?

-I know you're angry. -You have no idea.

-Do you? -What?

Have any idea what you're doing?

I'm not kissing my best friend's girlfriend.

Malvika's not your girlfriend.

Sure, she found Rahul the rock star.

-Don't talk shit. -Bugger off, dude.

Fine, I will, but I've got a question for you.

You threw a party for Malvika, but you kept chasing Preity.

Because she was upset.

It was more important to pacify Preity than to please Malvika?

What are you angry about? Preity?

-Who cares about Preity, man? -You

When she was mad at you, you were like a zombie.

When made up, your battery got charged.

Bullshit. Forget Preity, man. Why did you kiss Malvika?

I like her, and she likes me.

More importantly Malvika told me everything, the truth,

and that's the key word, "truth."

If you love someone, be honest with them. That's what Malvika did.

All this while Preity's writing from her account.

You were talking to Preity, not Malvika.

Boss, your connection was with Preity, not Malvika.

Got that?

Food for thought.

Go left, two, and spin.

What are you guys doing? Paint this also.

Vishal, where are you? Raghubir's looking for you. Hurry up.

Vish, I need your help to sort out these badges.

God, this is never going to end.

Vishal, wake up.

Hey, Preity, hurry up. Been waiting for you.

Coming.

Hi, what's up? Everything ready?

Vishal...

Vishal,

Raghubir wanted a backup copy of the DVD.

Preity...

Do a sound check, please, the levels might be off after the play.

I'll see you backstage in an hour? Bye.

-Welcome to Founder's Day, sir. -Hi.

You know, it's okay.

It's not your fault.

You did exactly what I did.

I totally overreacted at the party.

It's just that I fell for you.

Actually fell in love with you.

Don't worry, it's not your problem or your fault.

It's just me. Obviously you love Malvika, who wouldn't?

And you know me, stupid Mogambi.

I can do some pretty silly stuff.

Including this whole love thing, without thinking.

So basically what I'm saying is, no stress.

Just ignore everything. I'll get over it.

It's my problem. I'll deal with it.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, for the finale of this evening.

Hold on to your hearts

because this is going to be all about love.

We cool?

Chill.

Love is as much a part of college

as bunking, unpaid canteen bills, proxy or sleeping in class.

So tonight we're going to talk about 25 love stories,

which are still going strong.

Vishal.

Vishal.

Vishal! Hacky, what's going on?

I don't know, ma'am.

Did you change something?

No, ma'am.

Some fell in love at first sight, some took three years to realize it.

Some blurted their feelings, some kept it to themselves.

They let their eyes do the talking.

Back then, they knew how to love.

They figured out how to express the matters of the heart.

That's why some love stories, are forever. Like these...

You're right.

There was no Internet in those days,

No SMS. Short Messaging Service.

Here you go.

In short, how could you say the things you were dying to say?

-Is this part of the whole thing? -No, ma'am.

A smiley doesn't have the same effect

when shared between two eager faces across the length of a classroom.

We used to hide from teachers, parents

and other students whilst in the throes of romance.

Today, we pursue love while hiding from each other.

Instead of hiding behind library shelves and trees like our seniors did.

Today, we could face each other, yet choose to hide behind computer screens.

Love happens at the speed of an Internet connection

and logs off just easily.

I mean, think about it.

How can you fall in love with a picture or clever bio line?

You fall in love with a living, breathing, fighting, angry, complex,

complicated, sweet, idiotic, pretty, amazing girl.

Yes, friends, there's a 26th love story,

but it won't work out with a simple fraaandship request.

For it to work, you'd have to look into her eyes and walk towards her.

-Go down on one knee... -Vishal's gone crazy.

...and speak the truth.

You're in my heart and in my liver.

You're the fever that strikes now or any time.

You're the one who'll be in my life forever.

Stop it.

Preity...

I love you.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, I did the same thing.

No, not that.

I've been so stressed out all morning, I think I forgot to wear deo.

What. At least I'm being honest.

From today on, only the truth.

I watch girls from the dorm balcony.

I watch porn also, and that's not all,

-those pansy songs that Rahul sings? -Yeah?

I write them.

What? Really? Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, my God!

Ma'am, I'm 21. It's legal.

Hey, Vishal, that's the way, man.

That's called the power of love.

Somebody call the principal.

I think it's all part of the show.

Neha, cut the lights. Put on the AV.

I swear on you, it's true

With every breath I take your name and the heart beats a little faster

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

Oh, dear God, it's true

With every breath, I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

I swear on you, it's true

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

Wherever you are

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

The world has no clue

What it means to fall in love like this

Heart breaking happiness

That makes you realize

Now you cannot live without the other

Now you cannot live without the other

Now every road leads to you

Oh, dear God

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

I swear a million times

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

I wish for one thing alone

That you stay right here beside me

As your light breaks the darkness

Is that too much to ask?

Is that too much to ask?

Now every dream is colored by your love

I swear on you, it's true

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

I swear on you, it's true

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

With every breath I take your name

With every breath I take your name

Now every dream is colored by your love

Now every road leads to you

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

With every breath I take your name and the heart beats a little faster

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster

With every breath I take your name And the heart beats a little faster