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Excuse me!
The clinic's shut today.
Sister, my friend's having an emergency.
Can you take a look at him?
But, I'm a pediatrician.
You should take him to the hospital. Its not far.
He's in a bad state. Please have a look at him.
His house is in the next lane.
Brother, today is her off day.
Listen.
Piku is upstairs. I'll back in a bit.
Thank you so much. You totally saved the day.
So what exactly happened to your friend?
He is overeaten I think. He is turned green.
He is been puking for the past 2 hours.
Also shitting.
Perfect.
Just what I needed on a Sunday morning.
Right, right...
- Whose house is this? - My friend, Rajesh's.
What did he eat?
Actually, he's a vegetarian.
His parents are out of town.
So he wanted to eat meat for the first time.
He liked it so much that he overate, and now...
- You ate the same meat? - Yes, Sister.
Where? Some dirty place I guess....
Not at all. We cooked it ourselves.
The rest of us are fine.
I think his system couldn't take it.
Sister, help me. Please save me!
Age?
27.
- Can you make ORS? - Yes.
Don't worry. Its just indigestion.
I've given medicines, you'll be fine soon.
And next time, go easy on the meat.
I won't even utter the word meat’ again!
Meat isn't the problem.
Gluttony is.
Why did you feed so much meat to a vegetarian?
Actually it was his idea.
He also paid for the goat.
You mean the mutton?
No I mean a whole goat!
We don’t buy dressed meat in the "Meat Club”.
- "Meat Club...?" - A meat eaters' club.
Not really a club.
But a union of like minded students at the University...
These days people put anything in their mouths.
Not knowing where the meat came from...
How was it stored, how old is it...
Feels sick just thinking about it.
But in our Meat Club...
...we buy the thing live, slaughter, cook and enjoy it.
Hey! My house...
Sorry Sister, for going on and on.
No its fine.
I like your idea. Meat Club!
Thank you. Eh... your fees...?
Doesn't matter! I barely did anything.
Something...?
Okay so tell me...
...this meat you cook in your club...
...does it taste any different?
It tastes like meat.
Alright.
Just bring me some meat next time you cook.
- Then we'll be even. - Good idea.
But I hope your palate's adventurous.
We don't exactly cook broiler.
As long as you don't feed me dung beetles.
Elias bro!
Where the hell were you?
Don't ask. Have we lost?
Not yet!
Elias bro! I'll take the final shot.
No. I'll take it.
Come on, Elias bro!
Elias bro! Come on!
Come on, Elias bro!
You can do it!
- Want to hear a joke? - Hmm.
So this guy goes to church to confess.
He says, "Father, I have sinned.
....I've had sex with my patient."
The Priest says, "It's ok my son...
"Sometimes it happens between doctors and patients."
But then the man says,
"Father, but I’m a vet!"
Seems there's no work at your clinic...
You're on WhatsApp, Facebook all day, hm?
Picking fleas off the dogs of the rich doesn't take hours.
Talk about hating your job.
Forget it.
Tell me more about this Rajesh episode.
Nothing much beyond what I said already.
Damned fool almost died in his lust for meat.
But...
The doctor was such a nice person.
Guys these days...
...they're all unfit.
Lazy, flabby, no discipline...
Eddie’s not like that. He's so fit.
Hard in the right places, soft where he should be.
It's all fun till you get caught.
Who's going to tell? You?
Let me get some chicken.
Its so nice to drive at night in Guwahati, no?
Do you remember that time?
When we drove from Maligaon to Noonmati...
...in under 15 minutes?
Nobody drives faster than Dilip.
Remember how Rakesh kept yelling like a baby?
"Dilip...! Slow down! Slow down, please...!"
Its been so long since we all hung out.
True.
Next time, whenever Dilip's in town.
Where's Dilip da? When's he back?
God knows.
In the field his phone just doesn't work.
He'll pop up without warning one of these days.
Bye!
Text when you reach home.
Hey listen.
Tomorrow we're watching a play. At four.
Play?
If someone asks, lady.
Uh. Oh? Okay.
But Jumi, I don't like all this.
It's all under control. Just play your part.
Bye!
Screw the meeting. Come with me.
No, Elias bro. I have to go.
Just drop me at Jalukbari.
You guys just had a feast. This will be more fun.
- It's a tea estate. - What'll I do there?
The plantation has rabbit pestilence problem.
They've caught a whole bunch of wild rabbits.
And they want me to neuter them.
Fees apart, he's promised me a rabbit lunch.
Wow! Why didn't you tell me before?
So you'll come?
Am I not already!
- Is Sister in? - Do you have an appointment?
No. I've got something for her, actually.
Oh. Its you!
- All well? - Yes... I'm good.
How's your friend?
He got better the same day.
Okay
What's that?
Your fees.
Ooh! Meat Club food? You didn't have to!
- It's rabbit meat. - Rabbit?
I've never had it before.
I have. It’s very tasty.
Let's see what it looks like.
- Bora brother. - Sister?
Can you ask Mina, to bring some plates?
Okay...
Do you like it?
Umm... its so soft.
Its not like mutton at all.
These are wild-rabbits.
We got them from a tea garden.
Did you cook it yourself?
That's the basic rule of the Meat Club.
Meat's eaten best with your fingers.
I know. But I've this mental block.
I can't eat with my hands.
Scared of infection right?
You get it.
Usually people think I'm being pretentious.
You and pretentious!
There’s not one pretentious bone in your body.
What did you study at the University?
I’m a research scholar at the Dept of Anthropology.
I've just started my PhD.
...on meat eating traditions in the North East.
And Meat Club...? Part of your research?
No. That's just a passion.
But who has the time to buy fresh meat?
And we can't possibly go to restaurants...
...to see where the meat came from.
....how it was kept, cooked.
We have hectic lives.
There're many places that serve REAL meat.
But you'll never go to those.
What? Why?
You know, they are not exactly posh.
What do you take me for?
If the place is clean and the food is good...
...I'll go anywhere.
"Sister, Sumon here. Please save my number."
Hey what's up?
You've been distracted all evening.
Nothing like that.
How was the rabbit meal with the doctor?
Nice...
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