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I know I don't look a day older than 35,

but I've turned 40 already.

Almost can't believe it.

As a teenager, I would think "naughty at 40" is the only way to be.

But at this point in life, the time for being naughty is past.

I'm married. Soon, I'll be a father.

I manage my own college, and its students too.

A younger me would never believe it.

The database has been compiled, sir. I just need to configure…

There's a disadvantage to being a grown-up.

You may have to play the anti-hero in the children's lives.

So you work on that. But, good work.

Ahuja? Project status?

What is that? Yes? No?

Maybe? Not interested?

What does it matter, sir? It's not like I'm going to Technovate.

What do you mean, "What does it matter?"

You may not be going, but your work is going.

Do you know how hard I had to fight

to make sure that kids like you can show your brilliance to the world?

And you're just ignoring the opportunity.

Ahuja! This is not gonna fly.

Get your act together

and make sure you finish this goddamn project

before I leave for Mumbai.

Understood?!

Yes, sir.

Yet another disadvantage of being a grown-up

is that you have virtually no scope for making mistakes.

Because if you mess up, you will hurt a child.

-No more silence! We want justice! -No more silence! We want justice!

JUSTICE

-No more silence! We want justice! -No more silence! We want justice!

SINCE WHEN DO TEACHERS TEACH THE WRONG THING?

Bro, the girl you're pitching this whole fight for, where is she?

That's an excellent point.

Why isn't she here? Is this a false accusation?

Why hasn't she come forward?

Wait, why should she come forward?

I mean, all society has done is cast aspersions on her character.

The question should be, where is that predator professor?

As progressive cis-het males in a patriarchal society,

it is our duty to come forward and be the voice for our oppressed sisters…

Buddy. Just keep it simple. "Innocent girl, pervert professor!"

Bro, that's a great line.

Innocent girl! Pervert professor!

-Innocent girl! Pervert professor!! -Innocent girl! Pervert professor!!

Guys! Listen up!

Until this MeToo Goswami submits his resignation,

we will all sit here and protest!

-No more silence! We want justice! -No more silence! We want justice!

Anmol?

Anmol!

-No more silence! We want justice! -No more silence! We want justice!

Listen, Celina.

We're the same.

Like Xerox copies.

And I know, I know I'm acting like a fucking simp.

I'm going a little overboard.

But please

don't let this affect our friendship.

You're not only my friend…

You're my only friend.

We're allies.

Shit!

Growing up is not optional.

We all have to change.

-Hello? Greetings, Auntie. -Rishi!

Greetings, Rishi.

Sorry, you probably feel I'm disturbing you by calling again and again.

No, Auntie. Go ahead. I'm free right now.

It's just that Dimple isn't replying to my calls or messages.

After she returned to Hyderabad, it's like she's completely disappeared.

Yes, Auntie. Actually, you know how hard she's focusing on work.

And there's a huge workload, so…

Yes.

She is indeed very focused.

When her father wanted her to take a break,

he would hide her glasses.

He knew her so well.

What his daughter needed.

When she needed it.

When to admonish her or placate her.

Everything.

I just can't match up.

Dimple will think her mother only calls to give her bad news.

Rishi, perhaps you're aware,

but Dimple's father hadn't yet paid the technology festival fees when he died.

And the life insurance company is taking time to make the payout, so…

Please don't worry about the fees.

-That will be managed, Auntie. -No!

Rishi, I didn't call to ask for help.

I'm just worried.

You see,

when my daughter fights with me and squabbles with me,

I know that she's fine.

But when she goes all quiet, then…

Auntie, it's because she fights and squabbles with me.

Please don't worry. She's absolutely fine. I promise.

Please look after yourself.

Can someone please fix the horse's head?

Okay.

I need a stand-in. Where's Sai?

In Nandini Nahata's cage.

Some stress at work, it seems.

Okay, where's Aalif?

Aalif hasn't turned up since Monday.

Where are we going?

I thought we should just go for a short outing.

We've had a bit too much of the campus.

A dumb boyfriend wants his wise girlfriend to meet the enlightened Gautam Buddha.

Wow. I mean, my sugar plum smiled. Yay.

I heard Sid Sir plans to pitch your chatbot at Technovate.

It's not fair.

When Grandpa passed away,

Papa was 45 years old.

He knew how to handle it.

Why do I have to deal with it all now?

Dimple, I know that…

You don't.

I never got the chance to get to know my Papa.

There were so many things I wanted to ask him.

What pet name did Grandma call him by?

What was his first salary?

What hill stations did he visit in his youth

and which ones didn't he visit

so that I could take him in my new car.

It always felt like I still had lots of time.

Even when I went home this time…

right from the door itself,

all of Papa's things were still around.

His glasses,

his pen,

a half-solved Sudoku…

Everywhere I looked, Papa was all around.

He was, and yet he wasn't.

Then…

making calls, doing paperwork, taking care of Mummy.

Two weeks went by just handling logistics.

It felt as if…

I couldn't even say bye to Papa properly.

And now, when…

Now, when I laughed at your stupid joke,

I just hated myself.

Does that mean I'm ready to move on and forget my father?

No, of course not.

You could never forget him, Dimple.

Maybe at some point, you will get used to his absence

without feeling any guilt.

But this grief…

It's nothing but your love for him.

We are taught in school that every problem has a solution.

If you try hard enough, you will definitely find a solution.

But growing up teaches you that some problems do not have a solution.

You have to carry them with you.

Forever.

Harsh called

when he learned about Papa's passing.

Just thought I'd let you know.

Did it feel better talking to him?

So that's it then.

Come.

-Let's go. -No!

Zeenat, relax.

What are you doing? She's waiting at the door.

Chill, Zeenat. It will all go smoothly.

Good evening.

You took your time to answer the door.

If she's a baby, we'll turn this study into a nursery.

And if she's an older child, it can be changed to a play area.

Step aside.

Is this kid going to be a high jumper?

-What's this? -These helmets…

We'll clear them all away.

We'll put up a kids' closet here for the child's belongings.

Not bad.

-You're the one who's fond of motorbiking? -Yes.

By the way,

we're going to sell the bike and buy a car.

And we'll even install a baby seat in it.

But we can have both a bike and a car, right, Zeenat?

She loves biking.

You ride bikes?

She's really good. In fact, she'll be the one to teach the kid.

Only after she turns 18.

Obviously. We're not planning anything illegal with the kid.

No, I… what I meant…

Sorry.

That inspector was really stern.

I think I got a little nervous.

Fair enough.

At least someone exists who can make you nervous.

Besides, Zeenat, we still have time.

She was saying that it can take up to two years to find a child.

So could we tone down the baby fever by a few degrees?

I understand.

All this is getting a little too much for you, right?

It's not that…

Then whatever it is, just say it clearly.

I feel that…

I won't be a good father.

Siddharth, there's…

no way I can believe that.

I mean,

just take your students, for example.

You do so much for them.

But I'm failing them.

Whenever I look at Dimple…

She's going through so much. She's struggling a lot.

You know, yesterday, I lost my cool on her.

Zeenat…

what if I don't have that Dad instinct?

If you didn't have that instinct,

you wouldn't still be thinking about it.

You want to be better.

And for now, that alone is enough.

Wanting to be better is the bare minimum.

But the job requirement for fatherhood is perfection.

-Hey. -Hi.

Mr Sid is too much.

He's absolutely right.

I'm just sitting in class like a zombie.

Everyone is moving on and I'm just there.

Not to compare myself with you,

but I, too, want to be normal.

Just a normal boy.

Maybe I can't be.

How do you switch off this feeling, man?

If we can't switch off, perhaps we can escape?

You know?

Tech. It's my escape.

Don't ever quit tech, Dimple.

That's the only place where you won't feel lonely.

I know I don't.

Daksh, my dear boy. How are you?

Remember to eat on time and go to sleep on time.

You must be thinking that Mummy is such a nag.

But what can I do? You live so far away from home now.

Obviously, I'll worry.

Okay, listen, this new DP is really nice.

Which friend of yours took the photo? Tell me.

Stop blaming him. Both of you are wasting time.

You don't work on the app and just do cartwheels constantly.

Sir!

I've got an idea for a new app.

Just give me a little time, I'll produce a beta version.

Sure.

And Ahuja? Sorry about last time.

-I shouldn't have yelled. -It's fine, sir.

Sometimes, it takes a push to start a stalled car.

Don't cry, Khair.

I always want to be the man that made you smile.

My love is not fleeting.

It began with hope

and it will not end even after I'm gone.

Anuradha, this looks lovely.

Also, chemistry is great.

Rishi, should I be worried?

What is this, Dimple?

Come for rehearsal at least.

Sorry, guys, I came here to tell you that I'm going to back out.

Wait. What?

I'm no great actress. Why don't you cast someone better?

Anuradha!

No.

Sorry. Actually, I'm very busy with something.

-Hi. -Hello.

Busy with what?

With my new app.

It's great. You'll love it. But I won't tell you now, only after it's ready.

-I can't wait. -Loser.

-Welcome back. -Thank you.

-I've missed you. -Right. I missed you.

But isn't this a little too good?

Yes, sir. I'm coming. Just two minutes.

I'm just walking through the gate.

Glowing much?

Football makes me happy.

Celina will make you happier.

-Check this out. -What's this?

Name and sex change documents.

RIP Rithika. Hello, Rith!

Is there a more important event happening right now?

I'm looking for the dacoit's number who can rob a bank for me.

Name and sex can be changed.

But I only want to apply after I've actually done the surgery.

And that requires a lot of money.

Yeah…

But hey, thanks for the help.

But all this is very complicated.

More important than money is a good doctor.

I need a good doctor who I can trust.

Shaz, you'll send the press release

and you're on tweets.

Okay.

I have spoken to Nisha.

She needed some convincing.

-But she'll be there. -Perfect.

V, clearly this girl is not enjoying the attention.

She's quite hassled about all this.

I think if the victim herself is saying so,

I think we should consider…

Firstly, she is a survivor, not a victim.

Okay, relax, "Wokemon."

I called the survivor a victim by mistake. I accept it, I made a mistake.

But my intentions were good.

Oh, sorry. Then it's all fine I guess.

Look, pal,

we're all here to support Nisha.

But for you, this is just a joke.

What was that? "Innocent girl. Pervert professor."

What do you think, that we're sitting here making a C-grade film?

Listen, buddy,

the way you were talking to that guy

in your top-level English terms like cis and het,

it was way beyond him. Understood?

But that's exactly what they need to learn, right?

Look, pal, I know your history.

So I shouldn't really be surprised.

Once a troll, always a troll.

Please.

Okay.

Anmol, listen…

I'm sorry, guys, one second. I'll just be back.

Anmol?

Anmol!

It may be random woke shit to you,

but we are really trying to make a change.

Right. You're serving society from the comfort of a fancy restaurant.

Neither the system nor you guys listened to the girl who faced all this.

If you don't want to lend your support to this, then don't.

But at least don't mock those who do.

Everyone is taunting me,

saying that my boyfriend left the protest midway and took off.

It was so rude. All you had to do was sit.

That's exactly what I can't do, genius!

Who was asking you to sit on the ground?

Who taunted you, by the way?

That ass, Maddy?

That no-good dumbfuck, bloody ass,

jerking off to other people's misery?

He calls me a troll?

If I really got down to trolling, he'd go and cry in his grandma's skirts.

And you!

You can organise protests for other people.

You can't even stand up for me once?

Are these "slacktivists" more important to you?

Why the fuck did you have to tell him about my trolling?

Anmol, your history is a Google search away.

I didn't have to say anything to anyone.

And where was the lie? Weren't you a troll?

-Didn't you verbally abuse women? -I used to.

And I regret it even to this day.

-You don't think I've grown? -Have you?

I really want to believe you. But the way you behaved today…

-I don't know. -You don't know?

So if you don't know, then why are you with me?

Just leave me.

What do you get out of it?

Holding on to a disabled boyfriend gives you woke currency, doesn't it?

So you know what?

To hell with you!

And to hell with this fucking relationship!

Who cares about this manner of things? She doesn't know how to learn her lines.

I mean, she should at least know her lines.

-I'm taking off. See you guys later. -Okay.

Are you avoiding me?

Just eating a burger.

What the hell is happening, Aalif?

How can you just vanish in the middle of the production, pal?

You know, friends don't do that.

I can't do it.

"Can't do it" meaning what?

I mean I've got some other work.

Besides, my studies are really suffering too.

I don't have time for such a hobby.

Okay.

If you make that face, my whole act will be ruined.

Anuradha, it's really hard for me

to sit, walk, talk, or laugh with you.

I'm so near and yet so far.

Even when I talk, I'm not saying anything.

I'm a friend, yes?

But what do I do if I want to be more than friends?

I like you.

But "like" is too small a word.

Aalif…

I know. But…

I just…

Shit!

Aloo?

What is this?

I told you, you have to follow your diet.

You want to win the girl or not?

You made me dream.

I was better off in the friend zone.

Your super-hit tricks don't work for people like me.

I'm just Aloo.

You do it.

But you don't even need tricks.

Girls fall for you anyway.

I don't want to diet.

Aalif…

Hey, ally!

Time to prove your "allyship."

-Hello? -What?

I actually needed your help for Rith's transition surgery.

Your parents must have some contacts in the medical fraternity

who can give a special discount on the surgery

and would be trustworthy too.

-Done. -Yeah?

-Yeah! And don't worry about it. -Okay.

To impress Mummy and Papa, they won't just offer a discount,

they'll do it for free.

-Just tell me when. -Okay.

-Okay, thank you. -You don't have to thank me.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

See?

I told you.

I told you, I knew a guy.

I love you.

Hold on.

You mean, like a friend, right?

-I… -No.

I mean, you just said you loved her.

So I'm assuming you mean you love her like a friend, right?

Krish…

-I… -Celina?

-What, Krish? -What "What, Krish"?

I get feelings, and you think, "Let's use the dumbass?"

That's not fair, Krish!

You said I was your only friend.

Yes! And I meant that!

You played me.

No, let's be honest, Celina. That's what you've done.

And why am I surprised?

No. Why am I surprised, Celina?

-You betrayed your best friend. -Don't go there.

Why would you give a fuck about a fuck-buddy?

-Now listen… -Easy, pal.

-Calm down. -Stay there.

I don't hit girls.

-No. -What?

-I'm being honest. -Watch it.

You don't have the right to talk to him like that, okay?

-I really… -Who do you think you are?!

I know who I am! Do you?

Do you?

You please go.

Neither bloody here nor there.

Try all you want, you'll never be a man!

-I'm really not. You pushed it! -You've really pushed it.

-You've been… -No, you're…

-You are deluded, Krish! -What makes you think…

Oh my God!

This, Rishi, is going to be the prime attraction of Betterverse.

Thanks, ma'am.

Adventure rides, fun interactive games,

concert simulations, this has everything.

When we present Carnival World at Technovate,

they won't know what hit them!

Good job, guys.

-Amazing. -That went well. Yes.

-Hey. -Hey.

How are you?

You look good.

-I'm not flirting, I'm just saying… -Want to see something cool?

That depends. Does it involve a certain vintage iPod someone gave you?

It's way cooler than that. It's a surprise for everyone else.

-But I could use some feedback. -Okay.

Okay. Ready to get your mind blown?

Want to meet Papa?

You remember our app, right? Remembro?

Well, this is Remembro 2.0.

So basically,

when a loved one leaves us, we can talk to them through this app.

And guess what?

They can talk back. Like, they can reply.

And I've programmed it completely with, like, Papa's voice.

So obviously I'm going to call this chatbot "Dad-bot."

And I've integrated Papa's voice notes in it and messages, text, videos,

and everything else that I had.

And listen to this.

Hi, Papa. Are you well?

Yes, dear. I'm absolutely fine.

-How are your studies going? -Right?

Isn't it amazing?

Obviously, it's just a voice call now, but I'm going to, like,

put video calls also.

Dimple…

Are you sure this is healthy?

-Papa, I miss you. -I'm right here.

Want me to sing your favourite song?

It's clearly a work in progress, but say? What do you think?

I think it's quite cool. I still haven't shown Mr Sid yet.

It needs a little work, but I think in a week,

I should have a better model to show him.

-Hello. -Hey, man. It's me. Harsh.

Hi, Harsh. How are you?

Good.

I'm good. How are you?

-Not too bad. -Right.

Harsh, I actually wanted to thank you.

Thank you for checking up on Dimple.

In fact, I was thinking of messaging you and updating you that she's…

She's better. A lot better actually.

Right.

About that.

While it might seem like Dimple's doing better,

but between you and me,

she really isn't.

You should know that.

What do you mean? You can't quit, Rishi.

Everyone's quitting and the play is just two weeks away.

I know.

I know, I'm sorry, Anuradha, but I'll have to.

Had I not been so distracted by this play and by Betterverse,

then I would've known that something's not right with Dimple.

And I was so confident that I know my Dimple.

But I learned about her condition from someone else.

Hello, Sid Sir. How is my daughter doing?

If you have any complaints, you can always tell me.

Papa, he has no complaints.

Cool, right?

Is the idea cool? Very.

Is it good for you?

I don't think so.

Ahuja, sit.

Today, I want to share something personal with you.

I was also very young when I lost my father.

In fact, I've now lived a year longer than him.

It feels quite strange… to be older than your own parent.

You know, Papa had these slippers.

They were all worn out, but he used to wear them all the time.

They were very comfortable.

Its inner soles had even got the imprints of his feet on them.

When he passed away…

I couldn't get rid of those slippers.

Because I thought he was going to come back.

Then he would need his comfortable slippers, right?

I held on to them for a very long time.

I really believed

that he was going to come back.

Sir, why are you telling me all this?

Ahuja, you're not waiting for your dad to come back.

You've brought him back.

But I'm just afraid that you might start thinking it's real.

Your dad's not coming back.

You have to accept it and move on.

I am moving on, sir!

I'd been trying all these months.

Nothing was working. I was exhausted.

Everyone wants to help but no one knows how to.

But this helps.

This makes me a little less sad.

So instead of this lecture, why can't you just be happy for me?

There's another disadvantage to growing up.

Death.

How can one promise a child

that they will always be there to take care of them?

What if I can't protect her from this pain?

I invited Auntie over.

I was worried, Dimple.

Can everybody just stop worrying? I don't need anyone.

I need you.

Come here.

You know, every day, I somehow end up making extra tea.

I still haven't figured out how to cook for just one.

If I spot a cockroach in the bathroom, I still call out to him.

But I won't get a response anymore. Right, dear?

Your papa's absence cannot be filled by a computer.

All we've got is each other.

We need to hold on tight to each other.

Rishi?

Yes?

Do you both love each other?

Then get married.

-Auntie, what are you…? -Rishi.

I know you love my daughter very much.

You care for her. Understand her.

Rishi, you're wonderful.

But after my husband's passing,

all I can think of is what if anything happens to me?

Mummy.

I would feel so reassured.

Auntie, I understand.

But marriage is not the solution.

As for taking care of Dimple, I'll always be here.

-I'm not going anywhere, Auntie. -I know.

Maybe you two aren't entirely ready. Maybe I'm asking too much of you.

But life is uncertain, dear.

Auntie, why are you saying such things?

Look, even you know.

For one chapter to finish in life, a new chapter must begin.

Get married whenever you feel like.

Maybe get engaged for now?

We will feel so reassured, Rishi.

I used to think that I had it all under control.

That I still had time to become a grown-up.

What's your name? Sakshi?

But now I realize I was wrong.

I'm supposed to grow up right away.

But am I even ready for it?

Siddharth?

The agency just called up.

They said in two months.

-Or am I forcing myself to be ready? -We'll be parents in two months!

Am I doing it for myself, or for the sake of others?

I don't have all the answers yet.

But I have realized one thing.

That I need more time.

But I guess there's no time left now.

I've come too far

and it's too late now.