Good morning. Wilkins Chawla. How may I help you?
[Chaddha] Help..
Chaddha sir..
'Pammi, I've become a cripple.'
What?
What do you mean by cripple? ‐ 'No, Pammi.'
'My foot is roasted like a kebab.'
Hi, Chaddha sir, Amit here.
I couldn't hear you. Please say it again.
'I burnt my foot on a grill.'
Amit bhai, ask him if he has green chutney.
Why green chutney?
Kebabs taste great with green chutney.
'I can hear everything.'
'Help me.'
You know, it was freezing this morning.
The heater wasn't working, and I wanted to warm my legs.
So, I used my electric grill.
I switched it on, put my foot on it and fell asleep
and..
What's so funny about it?
[Chaddha] Somebody should come and pick me up.
'I can't drive.'
Sir, why don't you rest at home today?
'Rest? No, the office can't run without me.'
I'll finalise the head office files.
'What?' ‐ Yes, sir, and I'll sign the tax forms.
And I'll take care of the sales report. You really don't need to come.
I think you should rest at home today, sir.
'Are you saying the office can run without me?'
'Who's laughing? I'm coming right now!'
'Pammi, you pick me up.'
Sir, who's going to answer the calls then?
'As if you get important calls.'
No, sir. Only you call me.
'Where's Sapan? Is he there?'
'Send Sapan.'
'Oh, no! The water has stopped, too.'
'Sapan, get toilet papers, too.'
'Sapan?'
What's going on here? ‐ Sir has burnt his foot.
On a grill, like 'Tikka'.
And he wants someone to pick him up.
Sir, I'm coming! Don't worry. I'm coming!
Get out of my way. Where's my emergency bag?
Make way. ‐ 'Who? T. P.? Not T. P.'
'Send someone else.' ‐ I'm coming, sir!
I'm coming to save you, sir! You'll be all right.
'Stop him! I don't want T. P. to come.'
[Jagdeep's mother] Did you get the apple gourd, idiot?
[Chaddha] How can I, Mom?
'I can't even get up.'
[Jagdeep's mother] I've been craving for apple gourd curry since yesterday.
'What a misfortune to have a son like you.'
'Useless fellow.' ‐[Chaddha] If you don't have it once, the world won't end.
'Please! Help me get out of here.'
What's that?
It's T. P.! ‐ What has he done?
Oh, my God! Somebody go downstairs.
Yes, come, Rinchin.
His scooter is also damaged.
And so is T. P.
Chaddha sir..
T.P., where are you going?
Hey.. ‐ How can he hear you from here?
T.P.. ‐ T. P..
'Hello, send someone to get me.'
'Anyone but T. P. No T. P. Hello?'
No! Don't be worried.
It's a serious accident, but I can manage.
None of you came to help me.
But it's okay. ‐ Sir, you know..
No, it's perfectly all right.
But I'll never ever forget this. Okay?
Sir, may I? ‐ Sure, go ahead. Take a look.
Brace yourself.
It's very bad.
Go on. What are you doing, Amit?
Sorry, sir. It's just too much fun.
Pammi, do you have any message for me?
No, sir. ‐ How come?
You were supposed to get important messages, right?
What happened?
Hey! What are you doing, T. P.?
I called the head office and got today's meeting cancelled.
Good.
Did you tell them what happened? ‐ Yes, sir.
Riya ma'am didn't laugh, but she said
'Order something grilled for me as well.'
Whose side are you on, Pammi?
Who's more important to you, me or your job?
My job.
I am your job, Pammi.
Focus on me. Tell her, T. P.
Turnip. ‐ What?
What? ‐ You just said turnip.
Why would I say that?
Sir.
Did you get them? ‐ Yeah.
Fruit and nut chocolate.
Orange juice.
And 'Gulab Jamun'.
And 'Rabri'.
Where's the 'Rabri'?
I couldn't find the 'Rabri'.
Didn't you go to Kaluram's shop?
It's a one‐and‐a‐half‐hour drive from here.
So what? Sapan, if you were in the army
and I was your wounded general
and I had asked you to get 'Rabri', while on my deathbed
what would you have done?
Sir, I would've called a doctor.. ‐ Wrong answer!
You would've displayed your loyalty by getting me 'Rabri'.
You may go now, my obedient soldier. Come on!
Sapan, tuck that in properly before leaving.
It has come out. Be gentle.
Gently..
Recipe for 'Sooji Halwa'?
Yes, some relatives are visiting us.
You should try my mother's recipe.
Your relatives will love it.
I'll text you the recipe right away.
You'll share your mom's recipe with me?
Yes.
You'll help me? ‐ Yes.
Thanks.
You've been fooled.
By this cookbook.
You should use jaggery, not sugar.
Did you get my message?
See? Jaggery.
Pammi!
‐ What's wrong now?
Pammi, get over here, please.
No, sir. I'm good. Tell me.
Pammi, I have this almond milk ointment.
Please rub it on my feet.
What? No.
It's an amazing ointment.
While you apply it on my feet
it will soften your palms too.
Try it, Pammi.
Pammi!
Sapan!
These are my mom's 'Kheer', 'Kulfi' and 'Kachori' recipes.
Thanks.
I will get some for you.
No thanks.
I don't need it. I just wanted to help you.
No. You'll have to taste it.
No matter how it tastes.
Okay. Thank you.
Are you and T. P. friends now?
No, we are not.
Oh, God.
I'm friends with T. P. now.
Do you like grapes?
Yes.
Will you give me some?
Feed me with your hands.
What are you saying?
Why are you so scared?
Do you run this place now for you not to be scared?
What is there to be scared of?
Right now, I just feel like writing a poem on you
and explaining it to you in detail.
No! Don't help me.
So bored, man. I'm so bored.
Why don't you try this?
What's this?
'Tina's Lust' with VR technology.
Help!
Chaddha sir!
What happened, Chaddha sir?
I fell down. I'm stuck between the commode and the wall.
Please help me, man.
Sir, do you want me to help?
No, not you. Call Pammi.
Sir, Pammi in gents' toilet?
Well, then tell Sapan.
And tell him that I'm a bit dirty
so ask him to get a wet towel. ‐ Please! Please!
And I would need a dry towel too.
Sir.. ‐ Sapan, hurry up!
Sir, well, Sapan..
Sapan is dead!
Don't lie! I saw him with you.
Sir, please try to help yourself.
You're all ungrateful people.
Okay. Oh, no!
Isn't T. P. acting a bit strange today?
I don't think so. He's being so sweet today.
That's what is strange.
All of you
Saleem ji, Sarla ji and Sapan
who's dead
I have a question for you all.
Do you have any idea how it feels to be handicapped?
I'm flat‐footed. ‐ What?
That's because of your sins from your previous life
and from this life too.
I have a hole in my heart since my childhood.
You must have filled it with all the food you eat by now.
Sir, I had polio when I was a kid.
I really pity you, Sarla ji!
Where are your crutches then? Where?
I'm the only physically challenged person in this office.
And you guys left me in the bathroom
to die.
But, sir..
You all need to know about the problems physically challenged people face.
It's the need of the hour.
So, after lunch, come to the conference room.
All of you.
Okay?
That's my book.
Everything will be fine.
If Allah wills it.
Before our special guest arrives
I would like to talk a bit about physically challenged people.
Sir, why is Aamir Khan's photo there?
How can you forget?
The movie 'Ghajini'. Short‐term memory loss.
Sir, '3 idiots' is my favourite film.
Thank you, Sarla ji.
And mine is 'Rang De Basanti'.
Sir, 'Lagaan'. ‐ Sir, 'Mela'.
Focus! We are not here to discuss Aamir's films.
Hello. ‐ We're here to focus on him.
Lance Nayak Ajay Singh. Take a good look at him.
Vijay Singh. ‐ Yes.
This brave soldier runs a dairy across the street.
Full cream, toned, double‐toned.. We sell all kinds of milk.
Have you guys ever thought
what sort of problems he might be facing in his life?
Mr. Vijay Singh, please tell us
how long does it take you to brush your teeth in the morning?
One minute.
Did you hear? One minute.
I just take five seconds.
And he takes 20 times longer.
And when you write, do you hold the pen with your mouth?
No, I use my hand.
Yes, but you must be feeling tearful sometimes
that you won't be able to play football anymore, right?
I think Chaddha sir should have put his head in the electric grill
instead of his foot.
You called me here to talk about supplying milk.
I wanted to talk about our duties.
You did your duty for our country
and I did mine for these ungrateful jerks.
Does anyone want to ask a question?
T.P.
T.P.?
T.P., you've raised your hand.
No, I haven't.
Forget it. Sarla ji?
Do you sell thick curd for making 'Kadhi'?
You should really try our curd for 'Kadhi'..
Shame on you, Sarla ji. Do you care about your 'Kadhi'
more than this helpless man? Look at him. He can't do anything in his life.
He can neither march nor play hopscotch nor dance.
His life is no less than hell..
Hey! Do you want milk or not?
No. I take my tea without milk, you know.
Bastard.. ‐ What are you doing?
Why did you call me here? ‐ Don't hurt my one good leg.
I didn't take bullets at the border for this nonsense!
Bloody asshole..
In movies, they always show handicapped people as these kind, cute creatures.
It's not true at all.
Thank you, Mr. Singh.
You did some really important social service today.
And I'm extremely sorry for what Jagdeep sir did.
Forget that.
The one who had raised his hand. ‐ T. P. ‐ T. P.
He banged his scooter in the morning, right?
Yes..
I think he has a concussion.
Please take him to a doctor.
Sir, 'Rabri'.
From Kaluram's shop. ‐ You went so far for me?
Yeah.
Does it have 'Faluda' too? ‐ Of course, sir.
Only you are my true friend.
Okay. Okay..
See? Plane, plane..
Sapan brought me some 'Rabri', which had his love mixed in it.
I started feeling better soon after eating it.
Hello, my lovely staff. I feel good.
I'm sure nobody has ever recovered this fast from an injury.
I sure have amazing genes.
I mixed four painkillers in Chaddha sir's 'Rabri'.
This is what I do at home, too..
with my Alsatian.
I never felt so alive.
T.P. ‐ T. P.
Looks like he has a concussion.
Well, all of you are being very sympathetic now.
He should be taken to a hospital.
Sir, please take him to a hospital. ‐ Why don't you do it?
Well, I hardly know him.
And you're his emergency contact.
I'm not going anywhere without Chaddha sir.
I didn't get my car, today.
Sir, you can take my husband's van. It's parked right outside.
How will I drive?
All right. I'll drive. At least, come with us.
Okay. ‐ T. P., come with us.
Let's go. ‐ Gently.
Come on.. ‐ Easy..
Nobody came to pick me up.
T.P..
What are you doing, T. P.?
I'm killing the enemies of my country.
T.P., hold this bottle.
Pammi
you're the best.
Best.
Bye‐bye, T. P.
Don't worry. I'll come back.
Yes, but not like this.
What?
I'm not going anywhere. Where are you taking me?
We are going to eat 'Chole Kulche'.
'Chole Kulche'! Let's go!
But I'm craving butter chicken.
Sir, we are not going to eat 'Chole Kulche'.
We are going to a hospital. Please get in.
Yes. I knew that.
T.P., what are you drinking?
Alcohol. I found it under the seat.
T.P., put the bottle down. ‐ No. Let me quench my thirst.
T.P., give the bottle to Chaddha sir.
Give it to me. I'm thirsty too.
No.
T.P., hand me the bottle, or I'll suspend you.
No way.. ‐ I'll suspend you.
You can never suspend me
because you love me a lot. ‐ Hey, give me the bottle..
Give it to me.. ‐ No.. ‐ Guys. Guys. Guys!
I won't give it.
It fell on my leg.
T.P., what's your dad's name?
Tradition.
And my mom's name is India. ‐ Hey!
Whose name should I write here? ‐ What's wrong with..
Chaddha sir. He's everything to me.
What? ‐ Not my name. Not mine..
You're my mother, you're my father
you're my brother and you're my saviour.
T.P., man.. ‐ Write Chaddha sir's name.
All right. But write 'branch manager' next to my name.
As long as the sun and moon continue to rise.. ‐ Amit.
..Chaddha sir's name will continue to shine. ‐ Amit.
As long as the sun and moon continue to rise.. ‐ Amit.
Hey, Amit. ‐ Hi, T. P.
What are you doing? ‐ Filling out the form.
Doctor, what is more critical
a head or foot injury?
Head, of course.
But what if the foot is roasted badly?
You have to get a CAT scan.
Now that you're scanning his head
can I put my foot inside it?
Along with him..
Burn is an external injury. You don't need a CAT scan for it.
Do you want me to get admitted in the ICU?
I want you to sit out at the reception.
One minute.
Electronic items aren't allowed beyond this point.
T.P., carry on.
No, I don't want to go alone into this dark cave.
Don't be scared. ‐ I'm scared.
Why did you ride your scooter so recklessly?
Who asked you to ride so fast to pick me up?
No, I'm scared.. ‐ Sir.
All right. I'll go with you.
I'm coming, T. P. Let's go.
Yay! India won the IPL.
Ravi Shastri?
Sir, I'll be right outside.
Good evening. Wilkins Chawla. Pammi here.
Wilkins Chawla. Amit here.
Hi, Amit. How's T. P.?
Thank God. He's all right.
He's undergoing a CAT scan.
And Chaddha sir is holding his hands, so don't worry.
That's sweet.
Yeah. Together, they both look like Romeo and Juliet.
Well, we should be back in some time, so..
All right. I'll see you in office.
Okay, I'll see you in office.
Rinchin, Amit had called.
T.P. is undergoing a CAT scan. ‐ Oh.
There's nothing to worry about. They will be back in office soon.
Great. That's great.
I thought you might want to know how T. P. is doing, so..
Get out!
Ma'am, a small CAT scan.
Get out! ‐ A CAT scan for my leg.
Sir, please go.
I'll pay you Rs. 100. ‐ Sir, stop it!
How about some talk time in your cell phone?
Please go, sir!