Gurukul?
Yeah.
My name is Karan.
Karan Choudhry.
Sameer.
Sameer Sharma.
Move!
Hey, guys! Gurukul?
-Yeah. -Cool.
Vicky.
-Sameer. -Karan.
Okay.
This was the first time they met.
Even they didn't know then
that this brief encounter at the station
would lead to a lifelong friendship.
Quite a big room.
Excuse me.
First come, first served, guys! This bed is mine.
Oh, God!
Is this a bed or a rock?
Can't do anything about it, can we?
Now that we are in Gurukul, we have to study.
Even if the bed feels like a rock, we have to sleep.
Hey, guys! That was a cool poem, wasn't it?
No one is listening.
No reaction.
If you guys snore at night, just let me know
so I can hustle up some cotton for my ears.
Because I really cherish my eight hours of sleep, dreaming of pretty girls!
So, guys, please let me know. Thanks!
What's that?
Whose voice is that?
Salutation to he who illumines the external and the internal world.
Who is that?
He is the principal of Gurukul.
The one and only, Mr. Narayan Shankar.
Salutation to he who illumines the external and the internal world.
No, thanks.
Tradition.
Honor.
Discipline.
These are the three pillars of Gurukul.
The values with which we shape your future.
Those who have been here have set high standards for you.
Today, all of them are successful men in their own respective fields.
Some are great writers, some are great businessmen and…
some are great politicians.
But all of them have one thing in common.
All their lives, they have followed the principles taught to them at Gurukul.
Today you have the opportunity to be a part of this great lineage.
You have been selected from all over the country, and brought here
because we believe that you have what it takes to be successful.
But success does not come easily.
Behind every great success lies a great sacrifice.
By entering this institution today, you have shut yourself from the outside world.
Till you are here, Gurukul is your world.
We expect that you will work with concentration and…
follow the rules and regulations of this institution with strict discipline.
If anyone is found guilty of misconduct,
he will be expelled immediately.
And remember one thing. Once you are expelled from here…
you'll not be able to get an admission
in any other educational institution, forever.
If there is anyone here who is not willing to make this sacrifice,
he is free to walk out of that gate right away.
But if you have decided to stay here then…
that gate and the world outside does not exist for you anymore.
Now I want all of you to close your eyes,
bow your heads…
and think of every word I have said to you…
and make your own decision.
I mediate upon the highly effulgent light.
Let that light kindle and illumine my intellect too.
Swaha.
Cool!
-Vicky, that's my photograph! -I can see that, my friend.
But who is this lady in red with you?
Nobody! Give it back to me.
-Sameer has a girlfriend! -Stop it, Vicky!
What are you doing?
-Oh, shit! -Shit!
Oh, God! It's you. You scared us.
Come here quickly. I've got something to show you.
-Yes, show. -Vicky…
-Who is this? -This? Romeo and Juliet.
Heer and Ranjha.
Soni and Mahiwal. Sameer and…
-Sameer and? -Sanjana.
And it's not at all like you're thinking about it.
She's just a good friend of mine.
Actually, she "was" a friend.
She "was" a friend?
Sanju was my childhood friend.
We were best friends.
We were neighbours and we grew up together.
We had this photograph taken at a funfair.
It was her birthday.
And the next day, she was supposed to leave. Forever.
Her father had been transferred.
That was the last time I saw her.
That was six years ago.
I was just fourteen years old.
But do you know where she is now?
Few months ago, I heard that she is in this very town.
That's great! It means you know where she lives.
No. And I don't even want to find out.
Why not?
Because it's been a long time.
I do not know if she will recognize me.
Or whether she would like to meet me or not.
So, we'll meet if we are destined to.
Otherwise, I'll accept whatever my fate has to offer.
Hey, Sameer! You really love this girl.
No, nothing of the sort! She's just an old friend.
Shut up! "Just an old friend."
Tell me something. How many other old friends' photographs
have you been carrying with you for the last six years?
-That's the bell for your love. -Come on, it's time to sleep.
Old friend, my foot!
I wish I had one such photograph.
At present, I'd have been in her house, relishing the savories she'd make for me.
And look at you!
"We'll meet if we're destined to.
Otherwise, I'll accept whatever my fate has to offer."
Nonsense!
You know what, Karan? There's a girls' hostel behind our college.
-So what do I do? -Don't do anything.
You keep wondering. I'll do whatever's needed.
Oh shit! I'm late. Why do we have to begin so early?
Come on, Vicky! Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Hey!
Who's that?
Hey, you! Stop right there!
How dare you steal! Stop!
Where are you running away?
Stop! You thief!
Ishika!
Ishika! Miss Monica is coming! Hurry up!
Ishika!
Ishk.
We're through at last! Let's go back. I'm hungry.
We've still got to buy mineral water.
It was there in the shop back there.
You guys take the stuff to the jeep. I'll go and get it.
-Okay? -Okay.
You're always thinking about food.
You know nothing else, do you?
-How much is this for? -"One and a half" rupee.
How can it be "one and a half"?
The real price is "two and a half" rupees.
No, ma'am. It's for "one and a half" rupee.
Look, I know the prices.
Its price is "two and a half" rupees and I will pay you accordingly.
Not a penny less or more.
Please try to understand what I am saying.
I don't want to hear to anything.
Will you give it to me or not? Tell me clearly.
But, ma'am, it costs "one and a half" rupee, not "two and a half"!
Last week my friend bought the same thing
from your shop for "two and a half" rupees.
Maybe. But now the price is "one and a half" rupee.
But I'll pay "two and a half" rupees!
-Quickly pack it for me. -How do I make you understand?
Please hold this. Thank you.
We'll meet, if we are destined to.
Are you giving it or not?
How can I charge "two and a half" rupees when it costs "one and a half"?
I don't know! I'll pay "two and a half".
Here's the money, if you want it.
By the way, "one and a half" is lesser than "two and a half".
-Is it? -That's just what I was trying to explain.
How much is "one and a half" rupees?
Well… one and a half rupee.
Okay. Give it to me for one and a half rupee.
As you wish.
Here are your bangles and the change.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Show me these bangles, please.
-For you? -Yes.
-What? -No, for a friend of mine.
-Which one? -The red one.
-That one? -Yes, the green…
Sameer?
Sameer Sharma?
Sanju.
It's you! I don't believe this, Sameer!
-What are you doing here? -I am a student at Gurukul.
-Not bad, Mr. Sharma. -Cool?
That means you've been here for so long
and did not even bother to call me!
I didn't have your telephone number, Sanju.
Stop making excuses!
The truth is that you didn't even think of me.
So it did not bother you whether I was in this town or not.
What is my phone number! Right? Stupid!
-Excuse me, ma'am. -This is mine.
-Thank you. -What is it?
Nothing. Just the list of things I had to buy.
Have you found everything?
Yes. I've found everything.
So come with me! I'm going to set you straight!
Who do you think of yourself?
Just because you're a student at Gurukul you think you can act tough!
We're going home straight away.
-Papa will be so happy to see you. -Sanju, I cannot come now…
-I've got to return to Gurukul. -Then promise you'll come on Sunday.
-Promise? -Promise.
Khan Baba, when is the train from Aligarh scheduled to arrive?
The train should be here any moment.
Whom have you come to receive?
-The professor of my college. -I see.
The train should be here any moment.
Khan Baba, who's that girl?
That's Kiran. She comes here quite often.
Kiran.
-Hey! Are you from Gurukul? -Yes, sir.
-Sir, can I carry your luggage? -No, it's okay.
Take this.
-Shall we leave? -Yes, sir.
Alright, guys. This is it! I have decided.
Tomorrow morning, I will enter the girl's hostel,
find that girl…
and tell her how beautiful she is.
I am going to do it, guys!
Now you guys tell me what you all have decided.
What say, Sameer?
Is she going to be just a friend all your life?
No.
For years, I have been just a friend of hers.
Now it's time to move ahead.
That's the spirit, my boy!
Hey, Karan! What have you thought?
I am going to think of her as the most beautiful dream I've ever had…
-and forget about her. -What?
Don't be such a sissy!
You must have forgotten,
but I still remember every word Narayan Shankar had uttered.
"If you break the rules of Gurukul, you will be expelled immediately."
Oh come on, Karan! Don't be so scared.
People usually go overboard during a speech.
It doesn't mean that one has to take it seriously.
Narayan Shankar means every word he says.
He has done it earlier, and he can do it again.
What has he done earlier?
It's a famous story.
Few years ago, there was a student here.
He was brilliant.
Everyone thought he would do something in life.
But he made the mistake of breaking a rule of Gurukul.
He fell in love.
Narayan Shankar expelled him without meeting him.
And, as everyone knows…
once you're expelled from here, you cannot get admission elsewhere.
Today, no one knows where he is or what has happened to him.
He's like an unsolved mystery.
As for the girl he loved,
she committed suicide.
She was Narayan Shankar's one and only child.
Everyone thought that Narayan Shankar would be sensitive after the incident.
Instead,
it only made him tougher.
So I'm neither a sissy nor a coward.
But I am not strong enough to fight Mr. Narayan Shankar.
I am not that strong.
Good night.
I guess she is destined to be just a friend of mine.
You will have to wait a little, Ishk.
Till someone comes and saves us from Narayan Shankar.
What do you want? You can't get inside.
Go away. Go!
-Good morning, sir. -Good morning.
-Where have you been? -I went to market to buy the materials.
I can't do this alone.
-I got you bulb as well. -You should have put it there.
-Tell me if I have to do it. -No. I can't do it alone.
Mr. Seera, I had asked you for some paper work. Is it ready?
-Yes, sir, it's ready. -Please leave it on my table.
-Yes, sir. -Thank you.
What's happening here?
Good morning, sir.
My name is Raj Aryan.
I have an appointment with you, sir.
Don't you know students here are trying to concentrate on their work?
Don't you understand that you mustn't make noise in a place like this?
I'm sorry, sir.
It's just that the little girl saw the violin in my hand
and insisted on hearing it. I just couldn't break her heart.
It is more important not to break rules here.
Follow me.
Oops. Sorry, sir.
This is…
So you teach music.
Yes, sir.
And you want to be given the opportunity to teach music in this university.
Yes, sir.
Aren't you fully aware of the traditions of the Gurukul?
Knowing for a fact that no form of music has ever been taught here…
nor probably will it ever be?
Yes, sir.
I read here that you have already been offered jobs in three other universities.
And yet you have come here all the way…
to seek a job.
Why?
I was told that you would not allow me to teach music here.
They said that it was impossible.
It seemed like a challenge to me and I like challenges, sir.
It's fun to face challenges.
And what makes you think that you can make me change my mind?
From what I have heard about you, sir…
I think even you like challenges.
Right, sir?
-What? -How can your music help my students?
Students remain buried in their books the whole day, sir.
Music will rejuvenate them and make their learning process less stressful.
Besides, they will end up learning music, which is a joy in itself.
Music is a wonderful thing, sir!
What happens if you do not find enough students who want to learn music?
That's not a problem, sir.
I'll pack this small bag, and leave.
I'll be gone.
Yeah.
-I like your self confidence, Mr. Aryan. -Thank you, sir.
I will give you one opportunity.
If you do find enough students wishing to learn music…
in their spare time,
you've got yourself a job. Otherwise, you will leave.
It's a deal, sir.
-Yeah? -All the best, Mr. Aryan.
Thank you, sir.
-Sir, where shall I keep it? -Bring it here.
Yes, set it here. Thank you.
I'll do it. Thank you.
Thank you very much.
That's quite a classroom you've made for yourself, Mr. Aryan.
I'm sorry, sir.
I just thought that at the end of the day…
the students would feel much better being outside. That's all.
You already have ten more students registered since yesterday.
Yes!
Yes.
That's quite an achievement in one day.
Thank you, sir. As I told you earlier,
-music is such a wonderful-- -You have the job, Mr. Aryan.
This is the contract.
Please read it carefully and sign it.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you very much.
Mr. Aryan, you're about to become a part of Gurukul.
-Yes, sir. -I would like to explain you something.
Please, sir.
For the last 25 years…
I have run this place with tradition, honor, and discipline.
Nothing has changed since then.
This is why Gurukul has retained its pristine glory.
Yesterday, you changed the order of a few chairs.
Tomorrow you might want to change something else.
I do not like things changing, Mr. Aryan.
I don't like changes of any kind.
I don't like changes.
Understood, sir.
Good.
Welcome to Gurukul, Mr. Aryan.
Thank you, sir.
Love…
the greatest inspiration for music.
Inspiration.
Love and music are connected to each other.
Both originate from the heart.
And the destinies of both depend on whether the heart expresses it or not.
If you love somebody… just go and tell her.
Don't worry about whether she will accept or refuse.
Similarly, if you feel like playing the instrument
in front of you, just pick it up and play it.
Do not worry about being good or bad.
Just listen to your heart
and do what it says.
Now carefully look at that gate.
It's the gate you look at every day.
It's the gate you guys can never cross.
Look at that gate again and imagine.
If you have every loved anybody…
then imagine her standing behind that gate…
waiting for you.
What?
Nobody has ever been in love before?
Come on, guys!
Hey!
Yes!
She's calling out to you.
She's asking you to come and break down that gate…
so that it never shuts again.
Come on, guys. Get up and go.
She's not going to wait forever.
Listen to your heart.
Go on. Get up and break that gate.
Come on! Just listen to your heart.
Come on, get up! Go!
Go! Go!
There is so much hatred in this world.
Even then, the hearts are full of love.
Go forth and tell this universe…
nothing can stop these love stories.
I halt, even as I walk
I'm lost in thoughts Even as I sit somewhere
I lapse into a silence Even as I speak
Is this what love is all about?
Is this love?
Yes, this is love
I halt, even as I walk
I'm lost in thoughts Even as I sit somewhere
I lapse into a silence Even as I speak
Is this what love is all about?
Is this love?
Yes, this is love
I could die for you
I don't know why
I could die for you I don't know why
I'd do such things
In forbidden streets
I have started taking secret walks
This world
I have begun to fear
Oh, why am I doing all this?
Is this love?
Yes, this is love
I halt, even as I walk
I'm lost in thoughts Even as I sit somewhere
I lapse into a silence Even as I speak
Is this love?
Yes, this is love
There's mischief
In the way you speak
There's mischief
In the way you speak
There's a grouse
On my lips
My eyes have begun
To kiss your eyes
With you in my arms
I have begun to sway
Oh, what am I doing?
Is this love?
Yes, this is love
I halt, even as I walk
I'm lost in thoughts, Even as I sit somewhere
I lapse into a silence, Even as I speak
Is this love?
Yes, this is love
Mr. Aryan, do you know what you are asking for?
Have you forgotten the rules of Gurukul?
Please, sir. Think about it. He has no other choice.
Mr. Aryan, you are asking me to allow a student of Gurukul
to do a part time job.
It's impossible!
Sir, Sameer's father has passed away.
His mother works day and night to support him.
That's why, he thinks by getting a job he can share his mother's burden.
And I think… we should help him out.
Sorry.
May I? Please?
Please.
-Sir. -Morning, sir.
I'll talk to him.
Sir… Sameer…
You must be back before ten every night. Got it?
Yes, sir.
-That's really sweet of you, sir. -I don't like changes, Mr. Aryan.
I know, sir.
-I'm good, right? -You're the best, sir.
How can one live without love?
How can one die unloved?
How can one live without love? How can one die unloved?
Sweeter than sugar
-Love -Love
More sour than tamarind
-Love -Love
This is love Yes, it is
Mr. Kake, what happened? Why did you stop?
Ms. Preeto has come.
You were following me And tracing my steps
You with the colorful turban Keep an eye out as you come
-You came close -My nose-pin is lost
And smiled at me
You filled my life with sweet dreams
Now my heart doesn't listen to me
What do I do Something happens to me
Jaggi, Ms. Preeto is coming here.
Yes, she is.
But with a smile on her face and not her shoes in her hand.
-What are you saying? -Yes.
-Excuse me, Mr. Kake. -One minute. Go away.
Tell me.
-Mr. Kake. -Yes?
Something happens to you?
Yes, ma'am.
Where?
No… Here.
To tell you the truth Mr. Kake, something happens to me too.
Oh, really?
Where?
Here.
Mr. Kake, did you remember anything?
Yes, ma'am, I remember.
So, now anything is happening to you?
No, ma'am, nothing happens.
-Jolly good! -Very good, ma'am.
Go to hell! Stupid!
How many times have I told you not to mess with me?
Oh, this is love, love
Ishika, Ishika!
Miss Monica is calling you!
-Did you call me, ma'am? -Yes, Ishika. Come in.
Your cousin Viren has come to see you.
I told him that I do not like visitors who do not take prior permission.
But I believe there is some sort of urgency.
So I have given him permission but make sure it doesn't happen again.
Yes, ma'am.
Excuse me.
You!
-Oh, my dear, Ishika. How have you been? -What?
Quickly put your arm around me otherwise, I will tell Miss Monica
about your morning visits to Gurukul.
I am seeing you after so many years!
And you've grown up really fast.
Come, let's sit.
Come.
Miss Monica.
Keep smiling, keep smiling! That's lovely!
You must be wondering what the hell am I doing here, right?
The thing is that, Ishika, ever since I've seen you,
I keep imagining you. I keep dreaming about you all the time.
I am sure you must be dreaming about me too, right?
I knew it.
I feel we shouldn't waste any more time.
There is no point in just looking at each other and not saying anything.
Isn't it stupid?
I feel we should take our love story further.
So, I will wait for you on Sunday at the Mall Road Coffee House at 04:00 p.m.
Just be there. Okay?
-Never. -Never?
-Miss Monica! -Okay, okay.
-Okay. -So sweet!
Come. Let's say bye to Miss Monica.
Excuse me. My name is Karan, and yours?
Hi. I'm Karan.
What was your name again?
How do you end up hurting yourself in the same place all the time?
Sorry, what?
I asked how you end up hurting yourself in the same place all the time?
I do not know.
May be I am a little lost these days.
Did you always want to be a doctor?
I am not a doctor.
Oh, so you are a nurse in this hospital.
I do not work here.
My father had built this hospital.
He had left the decoration of this room to me.
Since then I just come here to spend some time with these kids.
So, what do you do?
Nothing.
Wow! I wish I could do nothing.
Excuse me? I have wanted to ask you something.
The other night I saw you at the station.
You were standing all alone.
The train came, and I turned to look at you. You had walked away.
I couldn't understand anything.
Were you waiting for someone?
If you do not want to talk about it, it is okay. No problem.
You saw the girl standing at the station…
but you did not see her red bridal dress.
The henna on her hands and the vermilion on her forehead.
It was Karva Chauth.
I was waiting for my husband.
Pay in cash today, ask for credit tomorrow.
No problem. Hello.
What are you doing?
Sameer, come here.
-Yes? -What's happening?
Why are boys and girls giving each other red and yellow flowers?
-Mr. Kake, today is Rose Day. -Rose Day?
-You mean the flower, rose? -Yes, sir.
I've heard of Republic Day, Independence Day, and birthdays.
What's this Rose Day all about?
-It's a very special day, sir. -Really?
Today, you can give a rose to any girl you like and tell her how you feel.
-And she can't refuse it. -This is a wonderful day!
Definitely, sir. Look.
A yellow rose is for friendship, and a red rose is for love.
Hey, keep the yellow one. I need the red rose.
Why do you leave all the cleaning to me?
Navneet, these days you're…
Ms. Preeto?
Where did Ms. Preeto go?
Never mind, Kake.
-Happy "loose" day, ma'am. -What?
I mean, happy Rose Day, ma'am. Happy Rose Day!
Rose Day?
Yes, Ms. Preeto. Today is a very special day.
You'll have to accept Kake's rose.
You can't refuse me today.
-Is that so? -Yes. You can ask anyone.
Oh no, Mr. Kake.
Why should I ask anyone?
Since you're saying it's Rose Day,
why don't you put it there yourself?
-What? -Yes.
-Ms. Preeto? -Yes.
You really look like Heer.
Oh, please. Well, my Ranjha,
I want to give you something special.
-So give it. -Shall I?
Then take it.
Why don't you just go to hell!
-To hell with your Rose Day. -Happy Rose Day!
-Do not mess with Preeto. -Happy Rose Day!
-Idiot! -Happy Republic Day, sir!
Hey, one cheeseburger for table three.
Forget friendship, Sameer.
Just confess it today.
-Hey, babes. -Where the hell have you been, Deepak?
I've been waiting for you for the past half hour.
I'm sorry, babes!
-Come on! -What sorry, Deepak?
You don't care about anyone's time.
I was late because I was looking for these beautiful flowers for you.
Happy Rose Day, babes.
Last time.
Okay, my princess!
Now give me a hug. Come on! Yeah!
That's my girl.
-Come on, I will introduce you to Sameer. -That's my girl!
-Who's that? -Come!
-Sameer. -Hi, Sanju.
This is my friend whom I wanted you to meet.
Surprised you, didn't I?
Yes, definitely, surprised me.
Deepak, this is Sameer. My oldest and dearest friend.
And Sameer, this is Deepak, the love of my life.
Nice to see you man.
-Is this cafe yours? -No, I work here.
You mean to say you're a waiter here?
Yes.
Excuse me.
Okay, come on. Come with us. We have come to pick you.
We are going for a movie with some friends.
I cannot come, Sanju. I have lots of work to do.
Come on, Sameer! You can take leave for one day.
No, I cannot. I have just joined here.
Okay, Sanjana. Let's go. We gotta go.
See you, dude.
-Sameer, please come. -Really can't.
Come on, Sanjana!
Okay. See you.
-Sanju. -Yes?
Happy Rose Day, Sanju.
Thanks.
So, what are you going to do now?
Nothing.
I'll never see her again.
Never go in front of her.
I'll just forget her.
Wonderful!
Very good.
You're on the right track.
If I'm not mistaken, this is the same girl for
whom you crossed the gate, the other day, right?
Yes, sir.
And today you want to forget her because she loves someone else.
Very good. That's really great.
Excuse me, sir.
There are some people who fall in love but their love is not reciprocated.
Everyone isn't as lucky as you.
I pray to God everyday, Karan, that no one has my kind of luck.
Especially none of you.
At least Sameer loves someone whom he can see,
whose laughter he can hear,
with whom he can talk.
I can't even do that.
Why not, sir?
Because the girl I love…
is no more.
She's dead.
-I'm sorry, sir. -No, don't be.
I'm not.
I did not fall in love with her on the
condition that she would live longer than me.
There are no conditions in love,
so there shouldn't be any regrets.
So what if today she is not with me?
I love her the same way.
Not because I couldn't find anyone else to love…
but loving her makes me happy.
Whenever I miss her, I close my eyes and she is with me.
Sameer, you didn't fall in love with her on the condition…
that she will love you too.
So just because she loves someone else you want to forget her?
No!
Don't let go so easily.
No!
Love is just like life.
It's not always easy, and it does not always bring happiness.
But when we do not stop living,
why should we stop loving?
Sorry for the long lecture anyway.
If Mr. Narayan Shankar sees you guys here…
then all the love stories will come to an end today itself.
Come on, go.
-Good night, sir. -Yeah, good night. Thank you. Go, fast.
Love is just like life.
It's not always easy, and it does not always bring happiness.
But when we do not stop living, why should we stop loving?
Hi.
I made you wait for a long time?
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Dance?
This is for hugging me that day.
I know what guys like you are all about.
But this time you have messed with the wrong girl.
My name is Ishika Dhanrajgir.
I can employ hundred boys like you as servants in my house.
So next time, before fooling around with any girl,
remember this slap and me.
Come on, girls. Let's go.
-You're okay? -Excuse me!
Thank you, Ms. Dhanrajgir.
By slapping me, you have taught me a lesson.
Thank you very much.
But ma'am, this really was my first time.
I was unaware of the rules of this game.
I did not know one had to exchange one's bank account before asking a girl out.
I didn't know.
If I knew this, I would have introduced myself much earlier to you.
My name is Vikram Oberoi.
My father is one of the leading industrialists of this nation.
And if he wants, he can employ your father.
But look at me.
I was not aware of the importance of all this.
I just knew that I had seen a beautiful girl…
whom I wanted to get to know,
and become friends with.
I thought this was enough to ask someone out for a date.
How stupid I was! Right?
But now I have understood.
Next time I won't get slapped.
Thank you once again, Ms. Dhanrajgir.
Thank you.
Come on, Ishika. Come, let's go.
Hey, Vicky. Well done, man.
You shut her up.
And I was not aware that my friend is the son of a rich man.
What do you think if I was the son of such a rich man…
-would I be a waiter's friend? -What? What do you mean?
-My dad works in a bank. -What?
-Yes. -Then what was all this?
I had to shut the rich girl up.
So I just made myself richer than her, and she shut up.
-Give me a coke. -I don't believe you!
Okay, forget this and tell me one thing. Are all beautiful girls this snooty?
Well, since they're beautiful, they are bound to be a little proud.
-Is your Sanjana also like this? -Not at all!
-She is very sweet. -Then she must be very ugly.
-Hey, Vicky! I'll kill you! -Sameer!
-She's ugly, right? -Vicky!
Sameer!
I had seen Kiran for the first time on this very platform.
She had just got married and come.
It was also the last time I saw her happy…
because her husband had to leave that very night.
Due to some tension at the border
and as he was an Indian Air Force pilot,
he left his newly-wed wife behind to resume his duty.
Since then she often comes here…
hoping to see her husband
getting down from the train.
But everybody knows that is impossible…
because two years ago we got to hear that two planes were missing at the border.
I think even she knows that her husband is no more.
But she still comes here to please one man.
Her husband's father,
-Major General Khanna. -Papa.
A retired army officer and one of the richest men in this town,
who believes that till he does not see his son's dead body,
he is not dead.
He insists that Kiran dutifully fulfills all the traditions of a married girl.
Kiran's sister-in-law, Nandini, is her only friend.
The elder daughter-in-law.
She is the wife of Major Khanna's elder son,
who is a computer engineer in the military and is away most of the time.
Nandini loves Kiran like a sister and wants to see her happy.
She has a naughty son named, Ayush.
He is the bright light in Kiran's dark life.
They laugh, cry, play and fight together.
Kiran forgets all her pains and sorrows and…
-becomes a child with him. -Ayush, stop it! Come back!
-She is after all just 19-years-old. -Ayush, come back I say.
This is Kiran, who had come here to laugh and love.
Hope she gets her share of happiness.
I promise you Khan Baba.
She will definitely get her share of happiness.
Good morning, Mr. Aryan.
Good morning, sir.
What exactly are you doing?
The same thing that you were doing, sir.
I was doing Sun Salutation.
So am I. It's just that you do it your way and I do it my way.
Excuse me, sir.
I wanted to ask you, why do you do it?
It makes me feel good to stare directly at the sun…
without having to blink my eyes.
Okay.
I feel I'm not weaker than the sun.
I like it.
-Why do you do it? -Just like that, sir.
I do not have a battle going on with the sun.
I just enjoy basking in the sunshine.
That's my version of Sun Salutation.
Excuse me, sir.
I wanted to ask you something.
Yes.
Sir, I do not know if you are aware that today is the festival of colours, Holi.
I want the students to celebrate it.
But I have been told that Holi has never been celebrated here in Gurukul.
So…
Holi has never been celebrated here because no one ever wanted to.
Yeah.
At least no one has asked me before.
Sir, no one has asked you because everyone is scared of you.
And are you not scared of me, Mr. Aryan?
No, sir.
I have never been scared of doing the right thing.
As long as I know
that I am not asking for anything wrong,
I am not scared.
Holi has never been nor will be celebrated inside Gurukul.
However, I have nothing against this festival.
If some of the students wish to celebrate, they can go outside of Gurukul and do so.
Thank you very much, sir.
Excuse me, sir.
From where I come there is a tradition of starting this day…
by putting a tilak to the Head of the family.
If you do not mind, I would like to put tilak
on your head on my and the students' behalf.
I'll just put a little, sir.
Happy Holi, sir.
Hey, Raj.
What?
Happy Holi.
Oh, one with the beautiful eyes
Give me your heart Or give me a curse
Oh, one with the beautiful eyes
Give me your heart Or give me a curse
We are crazy about you
We are carefree lovers
We are crazy about you
We are carefree lovers
Oh, the one who fibs
You look innocent But you bear a heart that is black
Oh, the one who fibs
You look innocent But you bear a heart that is black
These lovers are going to be plundered
They're going to end up heartbroken
These lovers are going to be plundered
They're going to end up heartbroken
Go, lady
Do what you can
I have colored you
Take my word for it
I'm going to hang you for this
I'd happily accept the noose I'd die, if you ask me to
I'd give you my heart If you could scare me
Remember what I say Our hearts will be one someday
For, we are crazy about you
We are crazy lovers
These lovers are going to be plundered
They're going to end up heartbroken
Why are you standing aloof from me?
You are in the mood for mischief
Why are you standing aloof from me?
You're so close to my heart
Make an excuse to embrace me
Make an excuse
You are in the mood for mischief But the girl's faraway
And here I come Because you have called me
Because you have called
You should have thought again Before you came here
Never to leave again
We are crazy about you
We are crazy lovers
These lovers are going to be plundered
They're going to end up heartbroken
Joys and sorrows are
Like the gust of winds
Hearts will always be exchanged
Why put obstacles then?
We do not stop our hearts,
Our hearts stop us
Could someone tell us
What's the truth and what is a betrayal?
This world is such a beautiful place
That's what I think
So beautiful are all these hues
We are crazy about you
We are crazy lovers
They're going to be plundered
They're going to end up heartbroken
Oh, one with the beautiful eyes
Give me your heart Or give me a curse
Oh, the one who fibs
You look innocent But you bear a heart that is black
We are crazy about you
We are crazy lovers
They're going to be plundered
They're going to end up heartbroken
We are crazy about you
We are crazy lovers
They're going to be plundered
They're going to end up heartbroken
Hey, guys. Listen to my new song.
Oh, Vicky, you're so fine You're so funny you blow my mind
-Hey, Vicky -Hey, Vicky.
Go on.
Yeah. What?
My friends think that I was very rude to you at the cafe.
And that I must apologise.
Oh! And what do you think?
I think they were right.
I am sorry.
It's okay.
My friends think that you were wrong too, and you should also apologise.
Oh! And what do you think?
I think they are right.
Okay.
I am sorry.
Good. Now we are quits.
-Oh no, we are not. -Why not?
Because that day you slapped me and I still have not hit you.
So, you want to slap me?
Yeah, I would like to.
You want to hit a girl?
Well, if the girl insists on quitting things, what can I do?
Alright, I want to finish this once and for all.
Hit me.
Come on, hit me.
Hit me.
Actually, let it be. My hands will get dirty.
What the hell do you think of yourself?
My friends were totally wrong about you and I was right.
You donkey! You monkey!
You dog!
How come you are here?
I have come to tell you something.
To me?
Yes, but first you will have to promise me
that you won't get angry.
Okay, I won't.
I found out everything about your life.
Why you go to the station,
about your husband, Major Khanna, everything.
I was brought up with the belief that boys are the tough ones and girls are weak.
But you made me realize how untrue it is.
You are different from other girls.
It would make me proud if we could be friends.
You promised me that you will not get angry.
I am not angry.
It's just that I am not used to hearing nice things about myself.
I am a married girl living in a small town.
Here, a boy and a girl can never be friends.
It is considered wrong.
And I do not have the strength to prove it right.
You overestimated me.
I'm not that strong.
Who are we to decide what is wrong and right?
That's His job, let's leave it to Him.
We can only follow our hearts.
That's exactly what I am doing, now it's your turn.
If your heart says that this is right then put your hand forward.
Otherwise, walk away and I promise
I'll never come in your way.
Hi! My name is Karan. And yours, ma'am?
Friends are not addressed as ma'am.
I am Kiran.
Great, let's go.
Hey! At least do your prayers.
No need, my prayers are done. Let's leave.
I don't believe this, Sameer. Can't you find yourself a decent job?
Sanju, who is going to give a part time job to a student here?
And in any case, my mother says that no work is big or small
as long as you do it with all your heart.
Okay, okay. Stop giving me a lecture.
"As long as you do it with all your heart."
I can't find Tom uncle. Where is he?
-Don't ask. -Why?
For the past three hours he has locked himself in the room
opening all the old trunks.
Whenever I ask him for a reason, he does not answer.
-I don't want gold or silver -Hey!
I don't want diamonds or pearls
They are of no use to me
Papa, what are you doing?
I'm dancing, my love.
I'm dancing!
I can see that, but why are you wearing this pre-historic costume?
Because I am going for a date with Jenny.
Jenny auntie is going out with you?
Yes, after six months of wooing her, she has finally agreed.
But you never wear a suit. Then why today?
You see, Jenny likes classy gentlemen…
that's why I thought I'll impress her with the suit.
-How am I looking? -You are not looking good at all.
-Remove this. -What are you saying?
This was your mother's favourite suit, wasn't it?
Papa, that was twenty years ago.
So, what? Does a suit change in twenty years? What say, Sameer?
I think you are looking terrific, Uncle. Smashing, superb!
He does not know anything.
You are not looking nice and you are not going out like this, understood?
-I am going my love. -Bye.
Bye, Sameer.
Papa!
Pa, you're looking stupid, funny and ugly! You dare step out of that door!
Relax, Uncle. Sanju just talks rubbish. Would you like some chips?
Bye.
Lift your arms up.
Now that's my Pa.
Sweet, cute and adorable.
One should love you, the way you are.
Not the way they want you to be.
If someone tries to change you, then it's not love but a compromise.
And darling, one doesn't compromise in love, right?
Right.
Hey, hey, darling
No compromises in love
-I and you locked in a room -Sameer, have you gone mad?
-And the key gets lost -Sameer, stop it! I'll hit you.
Behave yourself. Stop it!
I'll be back from the conference by tomorrow morning.
Make sure that everything is alright in Gurukul.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, Mr. Sinha.
Good morning, sir.
Morning, Mr. Aryan.
What changes would you like to make in Gurukul today?
Just a small change, sir.
I would like you to begin the day with some sweets.
Today is my birthday.
Many many happy returns of the day, Mr. Aryan.
Thank you very much, sir.
I'm sorry I am not allowed to have sweets. But, all the best to you anyway.
Actually, sir, there was something I wanted to ask you for.
I knew you would ask me for something.
Tell me, what I can do for you?
Sir, I was thinking of throwing a small party for the students.
They have given me so much respect in such a small span of time.
I will be very happy to do something for them, sir.
Only if you permit.
Alright, Mr. Aryan. You can have the party.
Thank you, sir.
But make sure that you do not do anything that will spoil the reputation of Gurukul.
No, no. Not at all, sir!
I have one more request, sir.
Now what, Mr. Aryan?
Sir, most of the students are learning music.
So I thought it would be really nice to have a dance party.
I was wondering if I could invite our neighbour,
Miss Monica's girls to join us. That is, only if you permit, sir.
Till the date girls have never entered Gurukul, Mr. Aryan.
And I would like to maintain that tradition.
You are right, sir, but we cannot have a dance party without the girls.
And actually, sir, I have sort of promised the boys.
Before making the promise you should have asked me, Mr. Aryan.
You know that I don't like changes.
I don't like any kind of changes.
Come on, Ram Singh.
There was this crazy girl
Who was madly in love with a boy
Eyes lowered, she was ever so shy
On the sly, stealthily, Love letters she penned to him
She had perhaps something to say to him
But there was someone she was scared of
Whenever she met me, she asked me
How is love supposed to be?
How is it supposed to be?
All I could say to her was…
With your eyes shut or wide open
You see your beloved
How will I ever explain
What love really is
Be your eyes shut or wide open
Your beloved, you behold
Be your eyes shut or wide open
Your beloved, you behold
How will I ever explain
What love really is
Be your eyes shut or wide open
Your beloved, you behold
How will I ever explain
What love really is
Let's die for someone today And see how it feels
Let's fall in love And discover what it is
I dream of someone
Those dreams I cherish
In someone's arms I lie
He belongs to me
In love you are…
In love
You are neither asleep nor awake
How will I ever explain
What love really is
It's some sort of a magic That just takes over
Breaking every shackle of vigil The heart sets out in defiance
Far away in the Heavens
It is all decided
You never know when and
How you will meet your mate
The heart that your name bears
Is the one you will love
Oh, how will I explain to you What love is all about
Be your eyes shut or wide open
Your beloved, you behold
Be your eyes shut or wide open
Your beloved, you behold
How will I ever explain
What love really is
Over!
No!
Please!
-Come on, Miss Monica. -Please, Miss Monica.
Stop it!
Monica, oh, my darling
Yeah!
You will have to leave, Mr. Aryan.
I am sorry that this had to happen,
because I had started liking you.
I thought that in spite of your different ideas and methods,
you could become an important part of Gurukul.
But I was wrong.
My first instinct about you was correct.
You are a very arrogant and undisciplined man.
We do not need people like you here.
I want your resignation on my table before the day ends.
Why the sniggering, Mr. Aryan?
I'm sorry, sir.
Till today, I had a lot of respect for you.
I thought you were a very intelligent and sharp man.
A man who would never miss anything.
But I am afraid I am disappointed.
What are you trying to say, Mr. Aryan?
Try to remember, sir.
When I came here the first, I told you that my name was Raj Aryan.
Today I am going to tell you my full name.
Mr. Narayan Shankar,
my full name is Raj Aryan Malhotra.
Raj A Malhotra.
Yes.
I am the same Raj Malhotra…
who had dared to fall in love with your daughter.
The same Raj Malhotra whom your daughter loved very much…
The same Raj Malhotra whom you hated so much that…
you expelled him from Gurukul without even seeing his face,
without even giving him a chance to meet you,
without even hearing what he had to say.
The same Raj Malhotra…
who could not get admission in any other university,
who could not get a decent job anywhere.
But he worked and made his own career.
And today, the country's most prestigious college has employed him.
Yes, sir.
The same man who promised to destroy him…
has welcomed him with open arms.
And as far as my resignation goes.
I am sorry, I cannot do that.
I have a contract which clearly states that…
I cannot leave or be expelled till the end of the term.
Signed by Narayan Shankar.
And Mr. Narayan Shankar, by the time this term is over…
I promise you that Gurukul will not be the same.
I loved just one woman all my life
and I will love her forever.
She gave up her life for you,
believing that it would make you kind…
and bring love into this place, that everything would change.
My love remained incomplete because of you.
This is one truth that I will have to live with all my life.
But there is one more truth that I cannot live with.
And that is the fact that nothing has changed here.
The fact that the girl I loved died in vain.
I cannot bear to live with it.
I promise you, Mr. Narayan Shankar.
By the time I leave…
I will fill this place with so much love
that it will take you ten lifetimes to erase it.
I will fill it with so much sunshine
that even a man who has stared at the sun for 50 years
will have to blink.
What happened to us will not happen to anyone else.
I promise.
Even if those in love were to die
Even if those in love Were to be destroyed
Their love lives forever
Victory to You, the Lord of the Universe
The difficulties of Your devotees
The difficulties of Your servants
You remove in an instant
Victory to You, the Lord of the Universe
Good morning, Papa.
Today's newspaper and your tea are next to your chair.
I made the tea ten minutes ago, so it's already cold.
Just the way you like it.
I'm leaving early for college today,
but I've told Bahadur to make your breakfast.
I've also given your clothes for ironing.
By the way, today's my birthday. You can wish me if you want.
I forgot once again.
Come here.
I am sorry.
It's okay.
I must be the world's worst father.
No, not at all. You are the best father in the world.
Happy birthday, my child.
I pray that you get everything you ever want…
and may all your dreams come true.
Pretty, but not as beautiful as mom.
Let me see.
Oh, it's you, Papa. When did you come? I was just--
Wait a minute.
Let me see.
I think my daughter is more beautiful than her mother.
What do you think?
Do you know, ever since you were a kid,
you have been wearing your mother's nuptial necklace
and her stole, dressing up as a bride.
I think now it's time
to get you married.
-Stop it, Papa! -Why?
What?
Hello, Hi! I am busy now. I'll call you later.
Okay, bye.
-Who was that? -That was Priya.
She keeps calling to irritate me.
Now you go change your clothes…
I will make you some hot coffee.
-But, listen… -Come on!
Priya calls you so often.
Papa.
Papa, I have come to apologize to you.
Apologize? For what?
Papa, you always taught me to never lie but…
I lied to you.
That day when you were in my room and the phone rang…
I told you it was Priya.
It was not Priya, Papa.
It was someone else.
Who was it?
It was a boy.
A boy whom I have known for a very long time.
Someone who has become much more than a friend.
A boy who loves me very much.
Someone whom I love very much.
I know I should have told you earlier.
But I was scared that you would get angry.
You have always told me
that love leads to pain.
But I do not know what it was about him…
that I just could not stop myself.
When you meet him, you will realize that how different he is,
how sweet he is, how true he is.
You prayed…
for my dreams to come true.
He is my one and only dream.
After this I do not want anything else.
-I don't-- -What's his name?
Raj.
Raj Malhotra.
What does he do?
He is a student at Gurukul.
I hope you're not angry, Papa.
Please don't be angry.
I love him, Papa.
Papa, I love him.
I love him, Papa!
I love him!
I love him.
Raj Malhotra has been expelled from Gurukul.
I did not meet him, I do not know what he looks like
and I hope I never see him.
I have sent him somewhere far away and I would like you to forget him.
I know you must be thinking…
that my decision is cruel, and wrong but…
I know that this is the best thing for your future.
Victory to You, the Lord of the Universe
The difficulties of Your devotees
The difficulties of Your servants
You remove in an instant
Victory to You, the Lord of the Universe
Good morning, Papa.
Your tea is kept there but the newspaper guy has still not come.
It's Sunday, so I think he is running a little late.
By the way, Bahadur is unwell.
So let me know what you will have for breakfast. I will make it myself.
Are you alright?
I am absolutely fine, Papa. I am absolutely fine.
That's enough.
It's quite late and you have to get up early in the morning.
Open your mouth.
Do you know that you are the world's best daughter?
Are you happy?
-Are you happy, Papa? -Very much.
Then I am also very happy.
Good night, Papa.
I'm sorry, Papa. I tried to forget him.
I tried hard not to think about him,
to stop loving him, but I just could not.
I love you very much, Papa.
I can never hurt you.
But I love him too.
And I cannot live without him.
I hope someday you realize that love is very beautiful,
even if it comes with a little pain.
I am sorry, Papa.
I am sorry.
Megha!
Ever since the day she told me about you, I have hated you.
I hated you so much that I never wanted to see your face.
I never ever wanted to hear your voice.
And today you are standing in front of me on my doorstep.
If I want, I can drag you out of that gate.
No piece of paper can stop me.
But I am not going to do that.
Because now I want you to stay.
You have given a 55-year-old man
a reason to fight again.
He has to prove all over again that…
for 25 years whatever he has stood for and believed in, still holds true.
You were right about me, Mr. Aryan.
I love challenges just like you.
So, now you do what you have to.
And I'll do what I have been doing for the last 25 years.
The foundation of this structure is so strong…
that no Raj Aryan with a violin in his hand…
and a smile on his face…
will never dare to walk in here to change things around.
Never, Mr. Raj Aryan!
Never!
Megha, you were right.
It's not easy to outdo your father.
He is one tough man.
Really tough.
But we are no less.
Vicky, Vicky, give it back. Sameer!
-Sameer, I am warning you. -Vicky, take it.
-Vicky, give it back. -Throw it here.
-Sameer! -Sameer, over here!
-Vicky! -Oh, shit!
-Good morning, sir. -Good morning.
Do any of you know to play a piano?
It's okay, it's okay.
I needed somebody to teach piano to Major Khanna's grandson.
But never mind maybe someone else would know.
-Yes, sir. -Cool room!
-Vicky! -Vicky.
Haven't we heard this name before?
Major Khanna?
-Oh, shit! -Oh, shit!
Oh, shit!
So, you would like to learn the piano, right?
Yes, sir.
"Major Khanna!" Come down in ten minutes. We have a lot of work to do.
-Yes, sir. -And…
do come with some clothes on.
-Well done, Karan. -Thank you, sir.
Ayush, I want you to learn to play the piano
before your papa comes back.
Do not worry, sir.
In a month, he will be playing even better than me.
-Right, Ayush? Yeah! -Right!
Okay, Karan. I am leaving.
-You carry on! -Okay, sir.
-Right, Ayush? -Right!
Good!
-Wait, come here. -Come on, let's start.
Karan, just a minute.
Kiran is the youngest daughter-in-law of our family.
And this is Karan Choudhry, Ayush's piano teacher.
Hi, nice to meet you.
-Namaste. -Namaste.
Karan, if you do not mind, can you teach her too, along with Ayush?
-Sister-in-law! -Hold on.
She loves music. In fact she has learnt classical dance.
-Sister-in-law! -Okay.
Okay, she does not do it anymore.
Thank God, she doesn't!
Otherwise, she used to disturb me every morning.
-Ayush, stop it! -You stop it!
You wait!
All the best!
Okay, okay. Time out! Ayush, get me a glass of water.
Sister, get water.
Ayush, this is wrong. She's older than you, right?
Go and get me water.
Okay! In this house I have to do all the work.
Shut up!
Ramu uncle, water!
You never told me that you used to dance?
What is there to say in that?
Anyway, I used to dance, now I do not.
Why?
You ask too many questions.
That's because you never answer.
Have you come here to give Ayush piano lessons or to chat with me?
What do you think?
Ishika, my child, meet your new dance partner.
-Vikram, not Viren, right? -Right.
Vikram, I want you to know that this dance competition…
is a matter of prestige for our college.
That is why, on my request,
Mr. Raj Aryan has sent you to help us out.
What a wonderful man he is! God bless him.
Ishika, I want you guys to be friends.
And in one month show me something really spectacular and special.
-Okay? -Yes, ma'am.
But no fighting!
-Okay? -Yes, ma'am.
Wipe that stupid grin off your face.
It makes you look even more stupid.
I have been winning this dance competition for the past three years.
And I am not going to end up losing this year because of an idiot like you.
So if you do not wish to make a fool of yourself, just leave quietly.
No, please don't do that!
I have been waiting for this all my life.
All I have ever wanted is to be able to dance with you.
After this, even if I die, I will have no regrets.
Please dance with me.
Please!
Your sense of humor is just as sick and disgusting as you!
Hey, Ishk!
My name is Ishika.
My friends feel that I was rude to you the other day when you had come to apologize.
And what do you feel?
I think they are right. I am sorry.
-It's okay. -Friends?
-Friends. -Cool.
Now, can you leave me?
I do not feel like.
Do you feel like being slapped?
Sure!
-If she smiles, it's a yes. -What?
Nothing.
-Okay, leave me. -Leave you?
Please?
Okay.
Stupid!
I love her!
I mediate upon the highly effulgent light
Let that light kindle
And illumine my intellect too
I mediate upon the highly effulgent light
Let that light kindle
And illumine my intellect too
-You didn't join us, Mr. Aryan? -I was fine here.
-Hi, guys! How are you? -Good morning, sir.
Come, come. I need to talk to you guys.
Mr. Raj Aryan.
-You guys carry on. -Yes, sir.
I would like to remind you that till you are a part of Gurukul
it is your duty to follow the traditions of this place.
Next time I do not want to see you outside the temple.
I'm sorry, sir.
But I will not come inside the temple.
I have an old score to settle with Him.
He took away the one person who believed in Him the most.
Challenging us mortals was not enough for you
that now you have decided to take on God?
No, sir. My God is my conscience.
I do not believe in any other God.
Mr. Raj Aryan.
Take this. For all your battles.
I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot.
To take this, I would have to touch your feet, like the others.
And that is something my heart will not allow me to do.
I do not force anyone to touch my feet, Mr. Aryan.
They do it out of respect.
They touch your feet out of fear and…
you mistake their fear for respect. But I'm--
But you are not scared of me, Mr. Aryan. I know that.
The other day you had put tilak on my forehead.
That day I had nothing to give you.
Today, accept this as a blessing.
It would unburden me.
Let us call it quits.
And yes,
you do not have to touch my feet.
Alright, sir.
If this is about unburdening you then, I will accept.
Best of luck, Mr. Aryan.
You too, sir.
Sameer! What are you doing here?
Working, what else?
For 500 rupees on a Sunday…
and the chance to witness a Singhania party,
only a fool can refuse such an offer.
I don't believe you. Anyway, it's great that I found you. Now just stay with me.
-Sanjana, leave my hand. -No.
I am supposed to be working here.
Besides, this is your boyfriend's party, so I'm sure you know everyone here.
No, I do not. These are all Deepak's friends.
I do not know them that well.
I'm sorry, Sanjana.
But I do not want to get fired because of you.
-Sameer! -Okay?
Hey, Sanjana! How you doing, babes?
Come, let me introduce you to everyone.
-Where have you been? Come on, come on. -I'll come in a while, Deepak.
-Oh, come on! -What are you doing, Deepak?
Don't embarrass me! Put me down, Deepak!
-Deepak, what are you doing? -Sanjana, you're going in the pool!
-Deepak, no! -Here we go!
Oh, Sanjana!
Hey, guys! Relax!
Come on, Sanjana. Don't cry.
I was just kidding.
Okay, I am sorry. Come on, give me your hand.
Deepak!
Listen, Sanjana, I'm sorry, okay?
I should not have done that.
Enough, Deepak.
One, two, three, four and turn.
One, two, three, four… Yes.
One, two, right.
Come on.
Come on, lift!
All guys are alike.
You said something?
You know, you boys are so stupid.
It's so easy for any girl to draw your attention.
All she needs to do is dress suggestively, like our dear friend, Sonia.
She's got you'll all wrapped around her little finger.
That is all you boys ever think of, right?
You'll never think of what kind of person she is,
what is in her heart and…
how she talks, do you?
You're right. We never think of such things, never!
You're disgusting!
Do you know what your problem is?
You are jealous of Sonia.
I am jealous of Sonia?
Yes. Because basically you want to be just like Sonia.
But you know that is impossible. Let's face it.
You do not have what it takes and that makes you hate her even more.
I think you have a big complex and you should deal with it.
Think about it.
Listen, Mr. Vikram Oberoi.
Neither am I jealous nor do I hate anyone.
-I am very happy the way I am. -Okay, guys. It's a wrap!
As for your Sonia,
I can be like her anytime, if I want to.
But she can never be like me, ever. Understand?
Believe me, Ishika. You can never look like Sonia.
-Oh, yes, I can. -Oh. no, you can't.
-Yes, I can. -You can't.
-I can! -You can't!
Vicky, I am not getting this dance step. Can you help me?
-Please. -Sure! Of course.
Any day you've any problems, come to me.
Why are you not ready yet? We have to go to Mr. Sharma's house.
I do not feel like going.
Every time you give the same excuse.
Sometimes it's good to go out, meet people, and make friends.
You cannot shut yourself from the world, forever, can you?
Okay, take your time.
We will be late.
Make sure that Ayush sleeps on time and no MTV or ZTV for him.
-Okay, sister-in-law. -Bye.
A small gift, for a girl who is incomplete without this.
What happened?
You did not like the gift?
What are you doing here? Have you gone mad?
If somebody sees you, do you know what will happen?
Relax, no one has seen me.
I don't know anything. Just go from here.
Okay, okay.
-I will go on one condition. -What?
I want to see you dance wearing these anklets, just once.
-I cannot do it. -Hey, you can't say no.
It's the first rule of friendship.
You can never say no to anything that a friend asks for.
-Karan, stop it. I am getting very scared. -Nandini!
Nandini, hurry up. We are getting late.
Papa, I am downstairs.
-Karan, please go from here. -First, promise me.
I do not know how to dance.
I used to do it before, but now I have forgotten.
Listen.
I wanted to make my friend happy…
so I got her a gift.
Now if you feel like making your friend happy…
then come to the terrace wearing those anklets. It's as simple as that.
Why are you doing all this, Karan?
There is a friend of mine who is scared to be happy.
I want to show her how easy it is to be happy.
Why did this happen, Sameer?
How could I make such a mistake?
Do you really want to know?
This was your mistake.
This is not Sanjana, this is someone else.
Hold on.
This is my Sanju.
Clumsy, messy, and cute.
You had forgotten yourself when you were with Deepak.
You had become the way he wanted to see you.
This was your mistake.
They should love you for what you are…
not for what they want you to be.
If they try to change you…
then it is not love, but a compromise.
And darling, one doesn't compromise in love.
You forgot your own rule.
Let's go.
Sameer,
can you hold me in your arms?
Please?
Yeah, sure.
Thank you.
Thank you, Sameer, for being my best friend.
You won.
Their love stories have begun, you won.
We won!
Come, steal my heart
Hide me in your heart
Come, steal my heart
Hide me in your heart
I'm all alone I'm afraid, I may be lost
I'm afraid, I may drift away from you
Come closer and embrace me
Come, steal my heart
Hide me in your heart
I'm all alone I'm afraid, I may be lost
I'm afraid, I may drift away from you
Come closer and embrace me
Come, steal my heart
Hide me in your heart
Let your heart beat
Spread your tresses
Bashfully
Let your veil unfurl
My locks, I will spread May it not cause darkness
My veil, I will unfurl May it not cause a downpour
Let there be a downpour
I have things to say to you
Come closer and embrace me
Come, steal my heart
Hide me in your heart
I'm all alone I'm afraid, I may be lost
I'm afraid, I may drift away from you
Come closer and embrace me
Come, steal my heart
Hide me in your heart
Everybody says I'm crazy about you
I'd die for you
That's what they say
But I will really do it
With a pinch of vermilion Make me your bride
Who knows what the future holds Let's do it all now
Whether someone approves or not
Our heart is what matters most
Come closer and embrace me
Come, steal my heart
Hide me in your heart
Come, steal my heart
Hide me in your heart
I'm all alone I'm afraid, I may be lost
I'm afraid, I may drift away from you
Come closer and embrace me
What is your name?
Vi… Vi… Vikram, sir.
Are you aware of the rules of Gurukul?
Yes, sir.
So you know that you have broken one of the rules…
and that you can be expelled for it?
Yes, sir.
So tell me, Vikram,
what is the reason for your carelessness?
Sir, I… I was…
I…
-Vicky! -I…
Did you reach to station on time?
Station, sir?
Did the station master accept the parcel I gave you?
Parcel? Yes, sir. The station master accepted your parcel.
Great. It's late. Go to bed.
And, Vicky, thank you very much.
My pleasure, sir.
Good night, sir.
It's late, sir. You should also go to sleep.
Otherwise, for the first time the sun will rise before you do.
Good night.
-Good morning, sir. -Good morning, Rushabh.
Karan.
Hey, Karan, how come there's an assembly on a Tuesday?
-I don't know. -Hey, guys!
Vicky, not bad!
You're just five minutes late.
I'm trying, man. I'm trying my best.
I've called all of you here because I've learned that
a few students are trying to break the discipline of Gurukul.
Some students have been leaving the campus regularly
and not returning on time.
I'd like to remind them that breaking Gurukul's rules
will not be tolerated.
I believe my silence has been mistaken for weakness.
So, starting today, the Gurukul gate will remain closed at all times.
From now on, no one is allowed to leave the campus for any reason.
Anyone caught doing so will be expelled immediately.
I repeat.
Anyone caught doing so will be…
expelled immediately.
You may all leave now.
Mr. Aryan.
I know everything…
that happens in Gurukul.
Nothing escapes my eyes, Mr. Aryan.
Those three boys will have to stop going out.
There will be no part-time work,
no piano playing, and no dancing.
I'd like you to be the one to break this news to them.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, Mr. Aryan.
It's nice to see you smiling, Mr. Shankar.
It must be a very special morning.
Definitely, Mr. Aryan.
Do you see these winds blowing?
These winds have been blowing from the East for years.
Some time back they had changed…
their direction to the West.
But now…
they are back to normal.
Today, everything is back to normal, Mr. Aryan.
It is a very special morning.
Congratulations, Mr. Shankar. Even the winds are scared of you.
Even they know that you do not like changes.
It just shows the power of your fear.
You were the one who made me realise the power of my fear, Mr. Aryan.
You were the one who told me that everyone is scared of me.
They love you, and fear me, right?
But I want you to know something, Mr. Aryan.
In the battle of love and fear,
fear will always win.
No, no, Mr. Shankar.
Till now you have only seen the power of fear.
You still have not seen the power of love.
Love can crumble all the bricks of this building…
with just this single leaf.
I would like to see such power, Mr. Aryan.
I would really like to see that happen.
Now you'll definitely see the power of love, Mr. Shankar.
You definitely will.
-Hi. How are you? -Hey!
-Good morning, boys. -Good morning, sir.
Today is 14th February, Valentine's Day, the day of love.
Today I am going to begin by telling you a love story.
A story of a boy, a girl and a leaf.
A story of a boy like you, one of Gurukul.
But there is one difference. He was in love.
And he had decided that on this day…
he would tell her everything,
regardless of the consequences.
She was standing at the bus stop with her friends…
waiting to leave for the college picnic.
The boy had sneaked out of Gurukul and came running to see her.
He saw her getting into the bus.
He immediately took out a pen from his pocket
and tried to find something to write on.
Then he picked up a leaf from the ground and wrote on it.
"Dear Megha, I love you."
He gave it to a kid on the street and pointed towards the girl.
The kid ran with the leaf towards the girl as she was just about to enter the bus.
Just then a convoy of army trucks blocked his view.
He could not see the girl.
He kept trying to see the girl.
When the last truck crossed him, he saw that
all the girls had already got into the bus.
As he turned, he saw the same kid standing in front of him, holding the leaf.
There was something written on the other side of the leaf.
"I have waited so long to hear this." Megha.
But, by that time the bus had already left.
He ran behind the bus and stopped in the middle of the road.
He turned and saw her standing in front of him.
So this was a true love story…
that happened on Valentine's Day.
Sir, what happened next?
Then, they got married and lived happily ever after. Right, sir?
Wrong!
What happened next, you all know.
Because this is the story of the one and only student
who was thrown out of Gurukul.
The one whom some of you call the crazy lover.
Was he crazy or was he just mad?
Or was he a boy just like you?
I do not know.
But I know one thing that he listened to his heart all his life.
I know that he gave up everything…
for the woman he loved.
I know that he stills loves her…
and each day…
the love deepens more and more.
How do you know so much about him, sir?
How do I know so much about him?
How do I know so much!
Happy Valentine's Day, Megha.
Happy Valentine's Day.
My name is not Vikram Oberoi, but Vikram Kapoor.
My father is not a rich industrialist,
but a bank accountant.
And the friendship that I had started with a lie…
I want to end it with a truth.
And the truth is that, Ms. Dhanrajgir
that I am madly in love with you.
I know it is not easy to love a stubborn…
and spoilt girl like you.
But I know that behind this stubborn girl, is a cute little girl…
who reads love stories at night and…
dreams about love, even in the day.
Behind this spoilt girl, there is a girl with a clear conscience…
who sweetly accepts her mistakes and says "sorry."
Behind this Ishika Dhanrajgir,
is my cute, stupid Ishk,
whom I love and can't live without.
I love you, Ishk.
I love you.
You talk a lot.
If you shut me up like this, I will keep talking.
I want you to leave, Karan. Forever.
But why,
what have I done?
You've not done anything, Karan.
In fact you have only given me happiness.
You brought back music and gave me your friendship,
for which I will always be grateful.
But you also brought back those dreams, desires, and hopes…
that I had shut out, and kept in a little corner of my heart.
Those dreams that belonged to a 17-year-old Kiran,
those dreams that have no place in this Kiran's life.
I cannot be your friend anymore, Karan.
Please forgive me and forget me.
There is a rule of friendship, Kiran.
Once you put your hand forward it can never be taken back.
Please, Karan, go from here.
I had come here to tell you something, Kiran.
And I am not going back till I say it.
-Please-- -Karan!
What do you want to tell her?
Even I would like to hear it.
Sir, I came here to tell her that I love her.
I love her very much
and I know that even she--
I think you have got your answer.
Now leave and never come back.
Wait, Karan.
Do you love Karan?
Nandini!
Tell me the truth, do you love him?
Nandini, do you realize what you are saying?
For once in your life Kiran, listen to your heart and tell me if you love Karan.
Nandini, you are talking to a married girl!
No, Major General Khanna.
I'm talking to a girl whose husband is dead.
I am talking to a widow, Major General Khanna.
I am talking to a widow.
Nandini…
Look at this girl closely.
And for once do not look at her as the youngest daughter-in-law of your family.
But instead, look at her as the young girl…
whom you had brought to this house with promises and dreams of a happy life.
Look at her as the girl who has…
quietly played the role of a married girl just for you for two years!
So that by seeing her, you can believe that your son is alive.
Look at her and ask yourself.
What is wrong if someone falls in love with her?
What is wrong if she falls in love with someone?
What is so wrong?
Your son is dead, Papa.
At least let her live.
My son is not dead.
Ever since we used to laugh and cry about small things,
I have loved you.
Ever since we used to dance in the rains, I have loved you.
When we used to sneak out to the terrace and count the stars,
I have loved you.
Now, I myself have forgotten since when I have loved you.
I can only say that I have loved only you.
You love me so much?
Since when?
Always.
And till today, you never said a thing.
Idiot!
Stupid!
Now what are you standing and staring at my face for?
Come on, take me in your arms.
No.
Mr. Kake, you used to give me roses.
Am I not getting a leaf today?
No, Ms. Preeto.
From now on Kake will never trouble you.
Seeing these kids, I have figured out what a perfect pair looks like.
You are very pretty and smart.
And I'm a stupid looking and uneducated.
This pair is all wrong.
You need not worry.
From today, you'll never have to take your shoes in your hand.
From today Kake will never trouble you.
This is my final goodbye to you.
And what if after today Preeto starts troubling Kake?
What?
You silly man! What do you think of yourself?
Since so many years,
every day you have been giving me weird stuff and spoke rubbish.
And now you are saying that from today you will never trouble me?
Why will you not trouble me? You'll have to trouble me.
Because Preeto, has gotten used to Kake's nonsense.
And besides, Preeto likes Kake.
Likes?
Yes. And who said you are stupid looking?
You are very cute.
-Cute? -Yes,
and what do they say in English? I love you.
I love you.
I…
Come here, Ms. Preeto.
I can hear the bricks crumbling, Mr. Shankar.
Can you hear it?
The winds have changed their direction once again.
The power of love, Mr. Shankar!
You better lock your windows and doors properly, sir…
because love is in the air.
And no one can stop it now.
The feet are shackled
And the anklets kick up a fuss
The feet are shackled
And the anklets kick up a fuss
Shut all doors
Watch out, here come the thieves
The feet are shackled
Break every shackle
Let the anklets kick up a fuss
Break every shackle
Let the anklets kick up a fuss
Open all the doors to your heart
For here come the thieves
The feet are shackled
What am I to do? What am I to say?
I feel so shy
Do not make me suffer For the life will ebb out of me
That you are truly my beloved Let me be convinced
Let things remain Should you still harbor reservations
I am not in a hurry I am going to give up my modesty
Let me think it over again I shall give you a reply soon
You haven't given me Your nod even today
I'm afraid, someone else may Take away your bridal palanquin
The feet are shackled
And the anklets kick up a fuss
Shut all doors
Watch out, here come the thieves
Break every shackle
Let the anklets kick up a fuss
Open all the doors to your heart
For here come the thieves
The feet are shackled
Those who must meet do meet Come what may
Even in autumn Hearts in love blossom like roses
The heart is considered Crazy by the world
But the heart holds the world mad
So here I am, my love The world, I have forsaken
I am tied to you now tied For I have broken all other bonds
To be tied in union let's fly away
Like the kite in the skies
The feet are shackled
And the anklets kick up a fuss
Shut all the doors
For here come the thieves
Break every shackle
Let the anklets kick up the fuss
Open every door to your heart
For here come those Who steal the hearts
Shut all the doors
For here come the thieves
Hug me, Ms. Preeto.
-Mr. Kake! -Come on, Ms. Preeto!
Such hatred there is That plagues the world
Yet, the desire to love remains alive
Such hatred there is That plagues the world
Yet, the desire to love remains alive
Even if those in love were to die
Even if those in love Were to be destroyed
Their love lives forever
Even if those in love were to die
Even if those in love Were to be destroyed
Their love lives forever
I know that this is not the first time that the
three of you have broken the rules of Gurukul.
I also know that you all are responsible for
others who are behaving in a similar fashion.
You'll have left me with no choice.
But before I take a decision…
I would like to ask you'll one question.
And I would like you all to think very carefully before answering it.
Because whatever you will say, will decide your fate.
Did you do this out of your own free will…
or is someone else responsible for this?
Someone who encouraged…
and forced you'll to do this.
Think carefully and answer.
We take full responsibility for our actions, sir.
No one else is responsible for what we did.
We did what our heart told us to do.
And we do not regret anything because…
we do not think we did anything wrong.
This is your last day in Gurukul.
Start packing your bags.
You will be expelled in the morning in front of everyone.
You have won,
I have lost.
But do not punish them for my mistakes.
Do not do this to them, please.
I did not come here to make another Raj Aryan.
I came here to make sure that no one else becomes a Raj Aryan.
Forgive them.
Your fight is with me.
And I am in front of you…
defeated and lost.
Things will happen according to you.
I will do whatever you want.
Just forgive them.
You have won,
I have lost.
I want you to come tomorrow morning and tell the students,
that whatever you have taught them, and believed in, was wrong.
It was all a lie.
I want you to tell them that you do not believe in love and…
you consider it all to be a joke.
Tell them that you are sorry for misleading them…
and then quietly leave Gurukul.
Make sure you never come back.
Yes.
Good, you can go now.
I had told you, Mr. Aryan.
In the battle of love and fear…
fear will always win.
I had told you I would win, Mr. Aryan.
I had told you.
I am sorry, sir.
But from where I see,
you have lost.
Because from where I am standing,
I see a 55-year-old father standing below…
a garlanded photograph of his 19-year-old daughter.
You lost then,
and you lost now.
Did you ever wonder, Mr. Shankar, that why did I come back to Gurukul?
For whom?
The girl I loved is no more.
Who are Vicky, Sameer, and Karan to me?
I did not even know them.
I did not know anyone here.
I came back for you, Mr. Shankar.
I came back for the father of the girl, I loved.
I came back because…
she always told me that you were a very loving man.
That you were just hard from the outside but soft from the inside.
I came to break that hardness.
Do you know, Mr. Shankar,
I do not have any photograph of Megha.
I never felt the need for it.
Because I see Megha wherever I see love.
I thought if I could make just one love story successful here…
you too would see her.
You would see how happy she is…
and that will take your pain away.
I had come to share your pain, Mr. Shankar.
I had come to show you love.
I came here because I realized one thing…
that Megha was incomplete without you.
But you failed to realize…
that she was incomplete without me too.
We together made her complete.
I came to complete what we couldn't do in her lifetime.
I came to complete her.
I came to complete Megha.
You won every battle of life.
But you lost everything that was worth living for.
You lost a daughter then…
and now you have lost a son.
I am sorry, sir.
But from where I see,
you have lost everything.
Because I see a stubborn man…
standing with his back turned…
to the two people who truly loved him.
I am sorry, sir.
I am sorry.
For 25 years, I have been very proud of the
fact that I've run this institution with…
tradition, honor, and discipline…
believing that I have made my students…
stronger,
fuller,
and better men.
Men who will always come out as winners in the battle of life.
I have been very proud of the fact that somewhere there is a…
Narayan Shankar in each and every student of Gurukul.
But, today, as I stand before you, I am not feeling so proud.
Because today, I do not like the Narayan Shankar…
who is standing in front of you.
Because today, Narayan Shankar is a man…
who did not come out as a winner…
in the battle of life.
He has lost.
He is a sad, stubborn, and lonely man…
who just did not understand the meaning of life.
And today, when he looks back,
he cannot help but feel that somewhere
all his students, must be sad and lonely, just like him.
Because he knows, he never smiled at them…
when they were scared.
He never patted their backs when they did well.
He never held them in his arms, when they were sad.
Because he always believed that showing any
kind of love and affection leads to pain.
And pain… leads to weakness.
And in this process he became so hard…
that he forgot how to love.
And today he wants to go back to each of his students,
hold them in his arms
and apologize to them.
And tell them one simple thing,
that life is about giving and receiving love and nothing else.
Nothing.
But he knows he cannot do that,
he cannot go back.
But there is something he can do.
Something that he has not done for 25 years.
Something that he should have done a long time back.
And that is change.
He will have to change.
The old generation will have to change their old traditions…
so that a new generation can create a new tradition.
Now it's time for me to step down…
and give you someone who has shown me that…
respect is not earned by fear but by love.
Mr. Raj Aryan,
please come up.
I request you
to please take over.
Teach my students the essence of love and life…
so that, from now on,
I can proudly say…
there is a Raj Aryan…
in every student of Gurukul.
And maybe then…
Maybe then…
my daughter would forgive me.
Yes, the doors of Gurukul opened forever,
and the colors of Holi changed the winds forever.
Singing, dancing, laughter, and happiness
became the new identity of Gurukul.
Everything changed.
Yes, even the Sun Salutation.
Now, we don't stare at the sun.
Instead, we open our arms and bask in its warmth.
Now, Gurukul has everything.
Music, friendship, love, and Megha. n its warmth.