It's all over, Daddan.
Ma'at Saab (Sir)...
please don't look at it.
'Born in the layers of time...'
'every Chanakya is obsessed with his own destiny.'
'Every era is a new question paper.'
'Which raises new questions of deceit, fraud, deception and injustice.'
'And then the Chanakya of that era arises.'
'To answer them with Chandragupta formula!'
What are you doing, sir?
Exactly, what I used to do every morning, 15 years ago.
Vasudev Ranjan was just like you.
But a tad naughtier.
He used to roam around carrying stones in his pocket.
The moment he saw any glass wall anywhere...
He'd start throwing stones at them.
Had I not shattered such glasses glass, Ma'at Saab (Sir)...
your radiance wouldn't have graced my existence?
Like Suhasini Madam always says...
"How will you break the glass ceiling otherwise?"
And Ma'at Saab (Sir), nobody will open the gateway of opportunity for people like us.
People should learn the art of persuasion from you.
Are you happy with your posting in the vigilance department?
Vasudev is your soldier, Ma'at Saab (Sir).
- Your wish is my command. - Hmm...
Come.
Allow me to meet Ma'at Saab (Sir) for two minutes.
Only for two minutes.
What is this, Mister?
Only you can provide a bright future to my son Chintu.
Please shower him with your blessings.
Let him relax after shower, Mister.
Don't become an obstruction in his way.
Ma'at Saab (Sir), my Chintu is a really good student.
In Maths Olympiad,
he secured first position in the district.
Okay...
Look at this, Ma'at Saab (Sir).
Okay, think of a number?
He has memorized the entire square root table by heart.
Please say, Ma'at Saab (Sir).
Let me tell you a number.
9, 2 and 11.
Leave, right away!
Look at this, Ma'at Saab (Sir). I have got his horoscope chart.
Try again in next year's entrance exam.
- Sankarshan... - If it has to happen, it will happen.
Go...
Pranaam!
No, it is not allowed.
One can't get in like that.
Entry is restricted inside.
Please go out. Go out... please.
See, all the seats of CCC are filled.
You will be given forms for the next session.
Give it... distribute.
And you will receive a call for the test.
All the Best!
Namaskaar!
I have been offering them a blank cheque here since last 3 years.
Destiny or Genius...
Due to either of these two reasons...
You get an entry in Gurukul or CCC.
All else is futile.
Really!
The wheel of time keeps churning.
Seems like yesterday, when you people put your first steps in the Gurukul...
finished your schooling from here...
then came back with your college degrees.
But the real test of yours is about to begin now.
They are completely ready, Ma'at Saab (Sir).
- They won't disappoint you. - See...
Now you have got the validation of Suhasini madam also.
So, now the last stage of UPSC's preparations...
is at Chanakya Coaching Center in Delhi.
C'mon...
It's time for the oath of Sankalp (commitment).
Blessed with prosperous culture!
And with absolute strength and faith!
We devote ourselves...
permanently...
to our creator and life-giving Gurukul...
with utmost loyalty, devotion and commitment!
We pledge to do so.
Be longevous!
Mr. Journalist, your place is there.
Uncle, let me take Ma'at Saab (Sir)'s blessings at least today.
It's okay.
You too, proceed early.
Sure, Ma'at Saab (Sir).
I'll go with Satyaveer.
- Pranaam, Ma'at Saab (Sir)! - Be glorious!
Aren't you Mr. Darshan's son, the contractor?
Yes, Ma'at Saab (Sir).
Last year, I had also tried for CCC.
Keep trying...
Where does success go?
It keeps hovering around effort.
Pranaam, Ma'at Saab (Sir)!
'The pain of Chanakya of this era...'
'who always appears calm, is beyond understanding.'
'In what fierce fire of contempt is his self-respect burning?'
Yes, only 17 kids have left by Rajdhani.
Only Shashi will go next week.
Fine, Suhashini Ma'am!
'Each one was carefully selected...'
raised, nurtured and groomed.'
'And he has made it more than worthy.'
'He keeps track of their every move.'
'Every thread of his breath is in his fist.'
'He determines their movement, their direction, their location.'
'For the last three decades he has been creating his own universe.'
'Whose life does this Chanakya want to end?'
'How many brilliant Chandragupta will he create one after the other.'
'Its completely determined and dedicated war has gradually flowed...'
'and become established in every vein of the system.'
It is a naxal attack.
We created pressure by chasing.
'Ready to give up everything at his one gesture.'
They won't be able to escape.
Currently, we have been informed by DIG Rudra Pratap Singh...
That in the maternity ward of the hospital...
two doctors, four pregnant women...
- and eight newly born children... - are being held captive by...
dreaded Naxalites.
How many Naxalites are there inside?
Naxal?
Who Naxal!?
He is not a Naxalite, sir.
His name is Ashok Kumar.
He is alone.
The case appears to be of trauma.
His wife had a complicated pregnancy.
The baby was stillborn.
And unfortunately, his wife also died.
When did this happen?
Last Night.
He just went cynical then onwards.
Since morning, he has been holding everyone captive...
and brandishing a pistol.
Sir, Aditya here...
Sir, there is some confusion.
There is just one man.
And he is not a naxalite.
Sir, I repeat...
This man is not a Naxalite.
Sir, he is suffering from a mental trauma.
- You go and inform the DIG. - Sir.
- I am going inside the ward. - Right Sir.
- Do not shoot. - Sir.
I want a clear shot.
Sir...
SP Sir has said that man is not a Naxalite.
Shut up.
Tell him, that I am heading this operation.
If he has any problem then he can take up a desk job.
Sir, there is only one man.
As soon as you get a clear shot... shoot.
Sir, SP sir is inside the ward.
Collateral damages happen in such operations.
Jai Hind, Sir.
Make the doctors stand near window.
The police will not open fire at the doctors.
Trust me.
See...
I am the only one standing between you and your death.
All the doctors, move towards the window.
- Do you have a clear shot? - Sir.
Shoot.
Sir... Sir... Sir.
- Sir... - Sir...
- Sir... Sir... Sir. - Sir, please listen to us for a minute.
- Sir... - Who is this Naxalite?
What does he want?
Was he targeting any high profile person?
Sorry, we can't say anything right now.
We have taken him in custody.
Our interrogation will lead us further...
Till then, it would be better if the media doesn't speculate.
- Thank you. - Sir, Sir, Sir...
Okay, I'll get him on call right now.
please have a word.
Pranaam, Ma'at Saab (Sir).
Your greetings are full of displeasure...
What's the matter, DIG?
Ma'at Saab (Sir), please control your pampered child.
Today, I somehow stopped myself...
But I can't guarantee the same the next time.
I will make him understand.
He'll manage.
I turn a blind eye at him because of you.
Come... join me for tea.
We'll discuss all this in detail.
Sure.
- Pranaam, Ma'at Saab (Sir)! - Namaskaar!
The meat has softened, lower the flame.
Sure, Ma'at Saab (Sir).
We absolutely have no space in school.
We are full to capacity. We cannot take even one more child.
You are absolutely right, Suhasini Madam.
Then what are you up to now?
I have sent people back in morning itself.
I have asked them to come next year.
Believe me!
The weather is not looking favorable today, Ma'at Saab (Sir).
Should we go tomorrow?
I don't have a fragile bone in my body Sankarshan.
It will not vanish in the storm.
- Pranaam, Ma'at Saab (Sir)! - Pranaam!
How's Guru Ji?
I have already told him about your arrival.
Bless you.
But you do know him so well.
Mr. Vishnukant Shashtri deserves to display such gimmicks.
Let's go and have fun.
Please Come...
Welcome!
Pranaam!
Mr. Kanhaiya Lal...
Even the turbulent weather failed to stop your quest.
You unearth a Kohinoor amidst the diamonds.
I get apprised of it...
...and decide not to come for it because of the weather?
Not at chance!
This new talent is really unique.
Also, I have shaped him well.
Now show me your acumen by identifying him.
Your glasses are ready.
Please wear it.
It will make your vision even better.
Wow!
Hmm!
I'm glad you remembered. Thank you.
Now tell me?
How are my former students?
Those that you had taken in your tutelage earlier?
They are progressing amazingly.
They went as students...
Now they are contributing in nation building.
The sharpness of my eye for talent is infallible.
Guru Ji...
Please stop confusing me and tell me about that student.
You and your impatience!
Now sit amidst our students and identify him.
Okay, that's also fine.
Heyy...
You keep doing your back breaking labour...
He is taking your son away.
Hey Lilautiya!
what rubbish are you talking?
You please stay silent.
Have you seen him yourself with your eyes?
Why are you asking him?
He is an accomplice in this with that scoundrel Lallan.
He sold your child.
Shut up.
Stop talking nonsense to my wife.
Hey Kairi...
Listen...
Hey...
Please stop.
Hey...
- Students... - Yes Sir...
- Want to see magic? - Yes Sir.
- Do I have something in my hand? - No.
Now see...
Seems you didn't enjoy it?
Look at this...
Everyone will write the square root of this.
Square root!
Let's get started quickly...
Sir...
- Done? - Hmmm.
C'mon, write here.
What is this, Lallan?
It seems you mistook a worthless pebble for a rare diamond this time.
The jeweller is always seen examining the diamond...
Today, the diamond tested the jeweller.
He wrote the answer correctly.
He just wrote it in the reverse order.
Thought I wouldn't notice, huh?
Who are you?
Where are you from?
What's your name?
Manjan!
Put him down...
Put my son down.
Why are you running amok?
Back off...
Tell him to leave my child.
He will not go anywhere.
No one can take my child anywhere.
Why can't he be taken?
Why are you silent, Raghuni?
Ask your wife...
Why is she creating a scene?
Have you gone mad?
Why are you messing up with Manjan's future?
I will not give away my child at any cost, that's it.
Please don't let me embarrass us before all.
Let Manjan go.
We don't have means to give him a good life.
I cannot live without my child.
- I cannot live... - You can't?
Then why did you guys take the payment?
Whatever you demanded, I paid.
Paid fully in full advance.
And I made you a full payment before Guru ji.
Listen Kairi,
The question is not about money.
I helped you in need.
It worked for you.
You'll get more if you want.
But keep what I am saying in mind.
I'll not let your motherly love come in the way of his bright future.
Now he is my child
I will do everything for him.
Swear in front of everyone...
You will not become a barrier between his growth and his future.
Until he becomes worthy and notable,
I am his everything.
Final...
Fine?
Keep it.
Pranaam, sir.
Come...
Carefully...
Bhatwariya Mai!
Destroy the evil...
Destroy the sinner...
Destroy the Devil...
Bury him under the ground...
Bhatwariya Mai!
Destroy this devil...
Look at Lilautiya, Ma'at Saab (Sir)?
She is certainly practicing black magic.
Don't be foolish, Sankarashan?
Whether our fate is written on our forehead or in our hands,
the power to transform it lies in our hands.
The same hand that is raised in respect.
...can attack also.
The power lies within.
Always remember this.
Be careful, my child.
No need to worry my dear. I am here...
- Ma'at Saab (Sir)? - He went towards the Diyara in the morning.
Don't be afraid, son.
Ma'at Saab!
Sankarshan...
Sankarshan..!
Ma'at Saab (Sir)...
What was the need to go there in such heavy rains!?
When has Ma'at Saab (Sir) listened to anyone?
Uncle...
Uncle, take this and go.
Go!
I'm fine, save the kid. - Ma'at Saab (Sir), first you go.
Ma'at Saab (Sir)...
Careful...
Sankarshan, hold this.
Aditya...
- Ma'at Saab (Sir)... - Careful...
Here...
Be careful, it's very greasy.
Careful, my dear...
You come first.
Ma'at Saab (Sir), you okay?
Ma'at Saab (Sir)...
I agree the weather was bad.
But such destructive form of the river...
it's Lilautiya's black magic.
Ward off the effects of an evil eye on Ma'at Saab (Sir) with red chilli.
Change my name if it doesn't work the way I am saying it.
It was your mistake, uncle Sankarshan.
There's no point in blaming black magic.
Hey IPS, stop blabbering.
Do one thing, convince Ma'at Saab (Sir), and then we'll talk.
What you did today was a very irresponsible of you.
Hmmm...
When Suhasini Madam speaks such an eloquent Urdu,
I rest my case there...
Look...
Get a paya soup made for the kid...
else he'll fall ill.
Get his feet massaged as well with mustard oil.
Supercop Aditya became Super Protector!
High voltage drama involving hostages...
went on for three hours in the hospital's maternity ward.
But Cop Cool didn't let any untoward incident happen.
In order to save others, he sidelined his own safety.
In this matter, Ma'at Saab (Sir) and his favorite student are exactly alike.
Who spread this rumour, Suhasini Ma'am?
I am Ma'at Saab (Sir)'s most favourite.
Wow! It's great. I was thinking about you only.
Did you hear?
Ma'at Saab (Sir) was thinking about me,
not about an idiot like you.
Looks like you are coming straight from duty?
I had planned to come next week on Ma'at Saab (Sir)'s birthday eve...
but as soon as I heard about this accident, I rushed.
I'm fine, my son.
He is right.
By doing so, you're making him feel like a patient.
Now being a Ma'at Saab (Sir) of such a brave officer,
it is necessary to be slightly courageous.
Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to her name and image.
Then Aditya is also very daring. Isn't he?
Then why do you have a problem...
when DIG RP singh calls and complains about his reckless behaviour?
Did he call Ma'at Saab (Sir)?
He is such a hypocrite, ma'am.
He wanted to win a trophy by killing a poor man in the name of Naxalite.
Then what did you do?
Parveen, you are also DCP, right?
You tell me?
Whatever Aditya did his senior, was it right?
He always tried to project himself as a hero unnecessarily.
It was my heroic act that saved you from drowning today.
He went to protect Ma'at Saab (Sir) and he himself was drowning into the river.
What Should I do? I don't know swimming well.
But I understand my duty.
Uncle Sankarshan, have you heard the story of the king and the jackfruit?
Don't spoil his mood unnecessarily.
No Ma'at Saab (Sir), my mood is perfectly fine.
Let him narrate.
Perfect.
So, there were two neighbours.
There was extreme enmity between the two.
They couldn't stand even the sight of each other.
Why are you talking in circles?
Come straight to the point.
So, once the king there announced...
that everyone should come to his court with their favourite vegetables.
Someone brought lady finger.
Someone brought tomato.
Someone brought potato.
But whoever went inside, people outside would hear the sound of moan coming from inside.
So, the people outside wondered what was happening inside that everyone was moaning.
So, when neighbour number one went inside, he saw...
Everyone's favorite vegetables...
were being shoved into their buttocks.
Neighbour number one was carrying bottle gourd.
Seeing this, he started laughing out loud.
The king was puzzled at this. He asked...
are you crazy? Why are you laughing?
So he said that I have brought bottle gourd.
My neighbour, who was standing behind,
He has a jackfruit in his hand.
Sorry, uncle Sankarshan.
Aditya please...
Don't talk such things at the time of a meal.
Hey...
That means you are trying to say that I will put bottle gourd in my buttocks...
if jackfruit gets in yours?
Oh no, I was talking about the DIG.
Why would you put bottle gourds in your buttocks?
You were mocking DIG?
Do I look like an idiot to you?
- Am I a joke to you? - Leave it...
Please sit, Sankarshan.
Uncle, please.
Please, uncle.
Uncle...
Cheers!
Have it.
Good.
He would have died in the river today.
But he displayed great resistance.
He defeated death.
What should we name him, Suhasini Madam?
Amar (immortal!
He will be called Amar Kumar.
I am coming just to make you happy.
Otherwise, I would have disregarded Majumdar...
F******g rat!
Every day he sets up a new agenda.
Give the devil his due Prashant.
After all, today our government is standing...
only on the support of his twelve MLAs.
F**k him man!
I am grateful to you all to come here in such huge numbers.
And with this...
Amongst ourselves,
the Chief Minister of Delhi is arriving.
We welcome him.
Long live, Chief Minister Prashant Singh!
Long live K.C. Majumdar!
Long live, Chief Minister Prashant Singh!
Now, amidst us...
The chief Minister of Delhi...
And his party Jan Shakti Morcha's president...
has arrived.
They were little late, but better late than never.
Friends...
Mr. CM is well aware about our power.
Don't get angry and provoked, he is just trying to agitate you.
No matter how big he gets his face printed on the poster, you are the face of the CM.
Let him also know...
The pillar on the support of which their government is functioning...
is very strong.
As long as they have the support of this pillar,
their government will keep functioning.
How far the government will go...
And how swiftly it will go...
It is not dependent upon the pillar.
The pillar may get weaken with time...
And it is subject to risk and change.
But the government...
the government functions on the strong foundation!
'Mr. Majumdar shouldn't forget that I am the foundation of this government.'
'If he will trust me...'
'Then I will take him...'
'and Delhi to the pinnacle of political success.'
Long live, Chief Minister Prashant Singh!
Long live this coalition!
His oratory skills are still so good.
But the levels of scrutiny in your speeches were farsighted.
Both of them are engaged in a sham contest...
against Majumdar.
What are you thinking?
The contest will certainly happen.
It'll be incredible!
Fantastic!
'His father used to play a great game.'
'Whose pieces would be cut...'
'and whose blood would flow.'