I’ll see you outside the classroom! I told you, Deepti is mine! *arguing* Keep quiet! Good morning Ma’aaaam. Thank you Ma’aaaam. So class, yesterday while doing my
nails, I checked your test papers. And I think, some idiots
need to be mentioned. Backseat Boys. Just like the last 3 years, you have drawn a
margin and scribbled an ‘Om’ on the paper. But because the margin was straight,
and the spelling of ‘Om’ correct, I’ve given you all half a mark. Yes! In all. What are you laughing at, Hritik? Stand up. A sharp memory alone doesn’t help. Sharp pencil also matters. I couldn’t read your answer sheet, again. But because of you, I reached
school on time, you’ve passed. Thank you for pumping air in my
bicycle tyres with your mouth. Thank you ma’am. I’d told you, if you are scared of using
a sharpener, rub the pencil off my teeth. Look. Pencil gets damn sharp. It’s not about the pencil Roshan…it’s me. My handwriting is worst What can I do, dude… Afterall, I am a doctor’s kid. So class, like everytime, this time around, the Unit Test topper would
be the class monitor. And this time, it’s not someone, Who the class, school or my
husband had expected to be. So give a big round of applause to the unit
test topper and the class monitor, Abhinav! Ouch, the pin was quite sharp… It’s fresh from the market, so.. So class..and Abhinav. I’d like to share an experience with you. I had come to teach at the school
at the age of double dating. And today, it’s my age of divorce. Since so many years, this
board was full of names… it was never clean. That is why, to teach, I used
to get my personal board. Anyway, Abhinav, I trust you
to clean this board. Hmm? Well done, kid. Hey. How did this asshole become the monitor? Now he will bash all of us. I’ve just had one. I have no sister, so my mom has compensated
for a sister’s love as well. It’s been good so far. Aye, you two – Hritik Roshan. Keep quiet. Or I will write your name on the board…
that too in Capslock. Preeti…so I wanted to ask..
why don’t you speak to Roshan? Huh? Aye, is it a cyber café that
you’re playing loveschool here? Bhabhi, let me handle this. What the hell you idiot? What do you want? Chalk. Chalk? Chalk. Go run to the staff room
and get a box of chalks. You get it, you’re the monitor. And there’s a box full of chalks there. Aaaaah! Go. And listen! Don’t forget the duster. Look at his damn face. Thinks too
much of himself for a monitor. Well he is that. Abhinav Chaudhary. And you, just Roshan. So what do I do? Whenever I ask my father’s name, mom says
– Ask Gupta Uncle! Aye! Silence! Bloody topped through cheating. What? He cheated? How do you know? I do. The other day, during the test, he was
looking at the tiffin box again and again. I thought he’s seeing the formula. But as soon as I finished writing the
essay, I realised that it was Hindi paper. What are you saying?
– I know right. Aye! You not only look
like my mother and father. But are also cursing me
behind my back like them? I’ll definitely write your name
…and that too, on top the top. Abhinav, not on it. Not on it. Abhinav please don’t write on the shirt! Gupta Uncle will think its my farewell. He will stop paying my
fees next month onwards! Say something Hritik.
– Let him write Roshan, let him. Bloody cheater, can’t write the
correct spelling despite of cheating. What did you say? How does
spelling matter if the handwriting is good! *bell rings* The bell saved you. Yes mom, yes yes coming! Come..it’s your turn to read
the prayer in the assembly. Wait for a bit, man. We’ll
go after the pledge. That Preeti, will look at me and pledge
for Indians to be brothers and sisters. She will scare me with a
Rakhee on this very line. Oh! Stand in the queue before the assembly. Why? Uniform check. And whoever fails, will
stay back in the class. Shirt’s not ironed. Fail. Tie isn’t proper. Fail. Long nails. Fail. Long hair. Fail. Big teeth. Okay…
Pass Dirty shoes…
Fail Abhinav, please let me go man, it’s my
turn to read the prayer on the mic today. Fail. Wait here only Roshan. Roshan! Don’t cry.
Get up. You don’t understand Hritik.
I sat because my legs were hurting. You sit. He made you cry, right? Now I will see. He wants to become the
monitor through my chits? Forget about my handwriting,
concenterate on your’s. This time around Nidhi
ma’am won’t pass you. Because I have bought her an
air pump for her bicycle. And I bought – this. And also – this. With good marks and even better handwriting,
the one who has passed this test.. Welcome your new class monitor… Hritik! I trust that you will clean this board! Yes ma’am. Silence! SILENCE! Sorry, I actually forgot my air pump. Let’s begin! This is how a class monitor should be. Who is dutiful, who makes
notes and not chits. Who lets the whole class enjoy.