Doctor G (डॉक्टर जी)

They say that girlfriends from MBBS don't last till post-graduation.

Richa seems to be on the same path.

What is it now?

Being liberal is a total sham, okay?

I'm a liberal as well.

Genuine, real, concentrated-type liberal.

I've never indulged in those douche bro antics.

"That girl belongs to me." Nope.

Anytime I ask her where she is, she's with Vishal.

"Whom are you talking to?" Vishal.

"Whose message is it?" Vishal's.

So, I asked her if she was in love with Vishal…

And she was pissed!

She said, "You're stuck in the '90s.

Can't a girl and a guy just be friends?"

What kind of friendship is this?

She has a problem studying with her own boyfriend.

She says, "You get too competitive!"

We're preparing for a competitive exam, of course, I'll be competitive.

And why does she study with Vishal?

Because he's incompetent?

They gossip all night over cups of tea.

She rests her head on his shoulder.

It's too much.

How do you know?

Know what?

That she rests her head on his shoulder?

I crashed their little study party a few times…

Armed with a thermos of tea.

She did it right in front of me.

Then?

Bro, I don't get this concept. I just don't get it at all.

- What concept? - She enjoys talking to Vishal,

she enjoys watching movies with him,

she enjoys studying with him,

then she might as well have sex with him!

Bro, I also enjoy talking to you,

watching movies with you, and chilling with you…

But the thought of having sex with you…

Has never crossed my mind!

I know what the problem is.

- It's that... - What rank did Richa get?

224.

And you?

655.

That's the problem.

Man, if I just get Ortho somehow…

I swear even I'll cozy up to Vishal, then!

Come on, let's get you that Ortho seat!

There are no Ortho seats available in Bhopal.

- Indore? - No.

- Gwalior? - No.

Mandsaur!

You can get Ortho only in Mandsaur.

It's a ghost town. Ghosts don't break bones.

Sir, please try and find me a seat in Bhopal.

Indore, at most.

My mother has no one but me. I can't leave her alone.

You're lucky, son.

- I found a seat. - Where, sir?

Bhopal. There's a vacant seat.

In which college?

Bhopal Institute of Medical Sciences.

What are you saying, sir?! It's a top college!

Get me in, please!

Gynecology.

I can't take Gynae.

Sir, I'm sure you can pull some strings. Please find me a seat in Bhopal.

There's this roll number, Priyanka Singh.

She's got Ortho.

If she agrees, you can swap seats with her.

Got it, sir.

Thank you, sir.

What did you get?

Gynecology.

Shut up!

Look, that's Priyanka Singh.

She's got Ortho. I know her.

I need to swap with her.

Sure. Sounds like a plan.

But how should I convince her?

Just tell her that…

You can't take Gynae, but she can.

What if she asks why?

Then say, "How can I treat body parts I don't have?"

Will you clear your civil services exam by spouting such nonsense?

Do you have a better argument?

Obviously!

Then go for it!

- It's... - Hi.

Priyanka Singh?

- Yes? - I met you with Richa, remember?

She's my girlfriend.

Oh, yes!

The thing is, studying Ortho was my childhood dream.

And you got Ortho!

It was my dream as well.

I got Gynae.

Wow!

Are you making fun of me?

No.

Why don't we swap?

You take Gynae, I'll take Ortho.

- What? - Yeah!

- No… - Listen to me.

I have a good argument. Look, Richa and I are going to get married.

I had promised her that I'll take Ortho, she can take ophthalmology,

and we'll run a clinic together.

We have big plans after marriage.

Don't get us divorced before we're married.

Hold on a minute.

You guys are breaking up.

Whom are you trying to fool?

The entire girls' hostel knows it.

And what kind of clinic do an eye surgeon and an orthopedic surgeon run together?

Wait a minute, what are we even talking about?

Gynae or Ortho, take whatever you want!

- Why are you after my life? - Just take Gynae, for God's sake!

- You can take it, I can't! - Why?

How can I treat body parts I don't have?

I don't believe this.

I won't study Gynae.

Be grateful you don't have to study poop and piss.

It's called Pathology!

Yes, what if you had gotten that?

No way that could happen, Auntie. I made him sign up for Gynae.

Really? Thank you!

Here, have it.

I'm having watermelon, and you're stuffing my mouth with laddoos!

You made them for yourself, you have them!

What do you mean?

You're the one who craves them.

Why are you force-feeding me?

No matter whom I made them for, it took lots of hard work.

An hour and a half to prepare the khoya.

Then, grind the dry fruits.

Hours to knead the dough and roll it into balls, one by one.

And finally, they were done.

Not a single laddoo is round.

No matter what shape it is, a ghee laddoo still tastes as sweet.

- There's a vital lesson here. - And what's what?

That being a doctor is like being a ghee laddoo.

Whether you fix bones or examine poop, a doctor is a doctor!

Mom, poop...

Here, have one.

When I win Kitchen Captain on TV, you'll proudly go around college and say,

"There's magic in my mother's hands!"

Dude, you're lucky to be getting postgrad admission. So, just take it.

And then, what will I do?

Do you see my situation?

It's been three years,

I'm still struggling to clear my civil services prelims.

Listen, can I pay the rent next month?

Shut up!

Okay.

- Hello. - Yeah, Richa!

- I want to talk to you. - Okay.

Can we meet tomorrow if you're free?

- Sure, let's meet tomorrow. - Cool.

Okay, bye.

Point 1: You have no problem with Vishal.

Point 2: Don't even think of having sex.

Point 3: Keep saying sorry every few minutes.

Her Majesty's 25 minutes late.

I bet she won't say sorry.

Sorry, I got late.

Hi! No, it's cool!

You told Priyanka that we're planning to get married,

have two kids, run a hospital...

- I didn't say anything about kids. - Dude, whatever!

I don't want kids.

- I don't even want to get married. - No. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

Look, it's too late now.

Let me complete.

Vishal and you are just friends.

I understand it.

I'm fine with it. I get it.

I mean, he's such a nice boy.

He even got such a good rank.

I'm not even talking about Vishal!

That's not an issue.

What is the issue then?

You suffocate me.

- Me? - Yes!

You ask me about everything, every text,

every conversation I'm having.

It feels like I'm under a criminal inquiry.

You even turned up at Vishal's place uninvited with a tea thermos!

So, it is about Vishal, actually!

Uday, you're not listening to me!

You know what…

I think you just can't hear women.

Maybe women are like bats to you, who talk at some other frequency.

What kind of strange logic is that?

Man… I am done.

I need to go. Take care of yourself.

Do you love me?

I love you.

I love you a lot.

You want breakup sex?