Class (क्लास)

He seems quite young, doesn't he? Bugger's already committed a murder?

Where is the murder weapon?

Oi, idiot!

You should've used your brain. You run away after committing murders.

He seems off, sir. Looks completely crazy.

Name: Dheeraj Kumar Valmiki. Father's name: Bhagu Kumar Valmiki.

Valmiki? Are you from the lower caste?

Doesn't look like it.

I'm sure his name was changed for admission through quota.

Go on.

Enrolled into the Hampton School two months ago.

Before that, he was at the Nurpur Khatola Government School.

How can a boy from a public school afford such a posh private school?

Tell us.

There was a fire… at the school.

What?

There was a fire at my previous school.

Everything turned to ashes overnight.

Many in the night classes were injured.

And six kids lost their lives.

The fire at the school in Nurpur Khatola

is touted as being more tragic than the Uphaar Cinema incident.

The kin of the students that were burned to death in the fire

are now going on a strike.

There are widespread protests after the shocking revelations made today,

and people are blaming Ahuja Builders.

The local corporator, SK Chowdhary, also gave his statement.

When the uproar didn't stop,

Ahuja Builders had the remaining students enrolled

into various schools across Delhi to calm the ongoing tensions.

And they chose the three of us for Hampton International School.

What is he doing, man?

Fuck's sake.

Hampton International.

Delhi's best and most expensive school.

I had never seen a school like this in my life.

Saba!

Come! I'm glad I found you here, Dheeru.

Why?

-This is a really weird place. -What are you saying?

Look at this place, it's so amazing.

Right?

Saba Manzoor. The topper at our school in Nurpur.

Her dreams were much bigger than ours.

Bigger than Hamptons even.

I knew for sure that I'd find you here.

-Who's the third joining us? -Dheeru!

-Balli? -Hey, man! Did you see?

The whole school is air-conditioned. Let's rip off a wire or two.

Oh, man! Look at her!

That girl's wearing a handkerchief for a skirt.

If the wind blows a little…

Hey!

Sorry, don't issue a fatwa against me.

Then, there was Balli.

Poor in studies, but extremely crafty otherwise.

The third seat went to him.

What are you looking at, fool?

You're here because of your studies, and I'm here thanks to a hack.

What kind of hack?

Come on.

Listen up, you're my bro. You see…

It felt like destiny had brought us to that school.

All three of us felt a weird sense of excitement.

Opportunities like this are rare for us and we wanted to fully utilize it.

After coming here, we realized that there are schools

that would put large malls to shame.

And the students here look like they came straight out of a movie.

Everything was perfect.

Glittering.

Like a dream.

Babe, you won't believe what's behind me. It's a tragedy.

Oh, my God!

We have The Three Musketeers.

Who are these fucking losers?

What's going on?

-What's going on? -Those shoes, though.

What?

I swear, dude.

Is he coming here?

Hi, brother.

Yo! This seat is taken.

No worries, dude, I'll sit there.

-This seat is taken too. -Dude, seriously!

Is this a public bus?

-Why don't you sit on the floor? -Dhruv.

Why do you care? Just sit there quietly.

-Koel, Koel, Koel! -Koel, oh, my God!

What is this shitfest?

Okay, so, look who's interested in jhuggi boy suddenly.

No, dude. That's not her type. She's into old men, remember?

Yeah, I'm really gonna enjoy this rando cockfest. I cannot…

All right, class. If you remember,

I told you about three new scholarship students few days ago.

-Yes, sir. -They're with us today.

Give them a warm welcome.

Let's help them out. Share your notes with them,

make them feel comfortable, okay?

Is he talking in Hindi for us?

Okay, introductions?

-Me? -I'm talking to you.

Tell us about yourself.

Hi, friends. Myself Balram Patwal.

I'm topper in modelling and dancing.

He's a "topper."

I come from Hindi medium, but my English is like bullet train.

I have over 289K plus followers.

All the autorickshaw drivers of Delhi basically.

-Do they make reels in villages, too? -Come, I'll make yours too.

Quiet, please.

Hello. My name is Saba Manzoor.

I live in Delhi, but my family hails from Uttar Pradesh.

Oh, really? I grew up in Uttar Pradesh too.

Where are you from?

Why is she not telling us?

Shady.

Aligarh.

I want to study hard and become an international diplomat.

Keep dreaming.

Nice to hear. At least your goals are clear.

Unlike some of our friends here.

-Oh, hold on there. -Okay, sir.

I think you should apply for the Hampton scholarship.

Hampton Gold.

-Correct. -Yashika!

Yo, that's mine.

This scholarship will fund your education if you wish to go abroad and study.

You won't get a visa.

Mad stuff, bro.

Now I'll have to compete with Hindi medium folks.

Seriously?

You?

-Hello, classmates. I'm Dheeraj Kumar. -Hello, Dheeraj.

What up-- What's up?

-"What up"? -"What up"?

Sir, very happy to come in Hampton School.

Hey, it's Hampton. Please don't "hump."

Please don't come.

-Aryan! -Present, sir.

-"Hampton." -Quiet, please!

Don't say anything or he'll cry.

Sir, I want to use the opportunity to study in this school,

and become an able IAS officer.

Sir, this guy is very hard-working.

He'd study all day and clean tables at restaurants at night.

-He'll do great. -The cafeteria's that way, boy.

He's a fucking waiter.

Who's there in your family?

-My father-- -English, bro,

Why is he struggling so much?

My father used to work at construction sites.

-He's a labor. -and then…

So, send your father to the site.

-Who will clean the toilets? -Veer!

-I'm serious. -Shut up, Veer!

-You missed, sis. -Hold up, girl.

I don't feel like it today…

Waiter.

Our classmate is a waiter.

Hey, get up.

-Who did you ask before sitting here? -Sorry.

Actually…

Relax, I'm joking.

I'm not like those assholes.

You want some?

Hampton's sexy, right?

-It's good. -It's fuck all.

You'll only ever get trouble here. Be careful, okay?

Should I be careful of you too?

I'm harmless. Almost.

Come on. I'll show you the rest of this shithole.

Come on. Get up!

You're the daughter of the Ahuja Builders, right?

Maybe.

After the fire at my school, I googled them. I've seen you there.

If my family had died in that fire, it would've been fun.

And, listen, don't be so formal, they'll eat you alive here.

-Leave me! -Shit.

Stay the fuck away from my sister. Go!

Veer, don't create a scene.

My brother had too much protein powder.

-That's why he's-- -Go to servant quarters.

-Hang out with your people. -Veer, go! Don't do that!

Go and complain to Mom and Dad, you dickhead!

Were you born out of the asshole, that you're so different?

Get lost, asshole!

What the fuck did he do to you, man?

-God! -Why do have to give alms to every beggar?

Just buzz off, man.

These beggars. It's embarrassing. We're fucking Ahujas!

-Where did this come from? -Give me that.

Oi!

Oh, Neeru?

Will you just stare, or come give me a hug?

You got out so early?

Early?

I had just led a protest march… The Ahujas are very influential.

They locked me up for a month without any charges.

The police won't keep me forever.

That's good.