Student Of The Year Page #3

So it's better that you take this

tractor's brother back to the fields...

Because my car has a

standard and this...

You are right...

Your car is top class...

Are you related to Google?

Were you a mechanic in your village?

No... Valet in a club!

Let me do you a favour...

Take this and park my car...

And take this... 500 Rupees...

get your bike cleaned...

And listen... Keep the change...

Where do they come from?

Village bums...

Dimpy, next time be careful.

You don't study Pseudo...

"He is a handsome guy."

Take this 500...

Get your car cleaned...

And listen... Keep the change...

What do you think of yourself?

Dhishum... Dhishum...

Boys love to fight, right?

It gives them a chance

to prove their machismo...

Cheap brawls,

fisticuffs and trashing each other

is all against

the rules of St. Teresas...

In this campus if there is any

violence allowed, it's by me!

So now will you take

the trouble of telling me

who started this World War 3?

He took my parking...

Does your father own the parking?

Actually yes... Half the school

runs with my Dad's trust fund...

So you must be

paying my salary as well?

Not like that sir...

Exactly... It's not

like that, Rohan Nanda...

You love running fast, right?

You will find yourself running

just as fast out of this campus

if you repeat this cheap

hooliganism again... Get it?

Your father, the rich and

royal Ashok Nanda is visiting...

Am I very pretty?

So why are you staring? Leave!

Was our Dean 'that type'?

- Which type?

That one... Which takes not

the highway but the back route...

He was a Dean... Not a taxi...

Come on... He used to make eyes

at the Coach all the time...

Make eyes?

Sir, Mr Nanda has arrived.

Hey... hey...

Wow... Your name sounds

like the canteen menu...

Listen... All us scholar

students give you a grand salute...

You shook up the ABCs

as soon as you came...

ABCs?

Yes... Affluent Brats

and their Companions...

Look how they are staring at you!

I'm not scared of anyone...

Hey... hey... Where are you off?

There's a seat empty there...

So is your pocket...

Just sit with the nerdy gang...

Be in your bank limit...

Going to open a new account...

Want to join?

Death wish!

New term... New dreams and a

new challenge for all of you...

Which I started 25 years ago...

There's only one out of you

who will win the trophy...

The only one who's higher studies

will be at an

International Ivy League college

and will be sponsored by St.

Teresa's trust fund...

Your Dad looks dashing...

I can do two things right now...

One, I can share some

bookish knowledge with you...

Or then I can mirror

real life for you guys...

Because no one has

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