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that we aren't paying you.

Just a minute. Will you pay me

all my dues tomorrow? - I will.

Fine, I'll think about it and

give you an answer tomorrow.

No, no, I've decided.

I will do it.

May I come in, sir?

- Yes.

Sir, a boy has fainted

in the canteen.

Sir, there's froth

coming from his mouth.

Sir, no one knows what to do.

Please come quickly, sir.

- Come on, I'll take a look.

Don't push, don't push.

Muthu, don't mess it up, understand.

You're the one

that's messing up my life.

Go on. - O my God.

What's wrong with Tanker?

Sir, he has eaten too much.

- What?

Sir, pizza, flatbread,

burger, he ate everything, sir.

O my God. Call the doctor quickly.

- Sir.

Yes, Principal sir,

why have you called me?

Sir, I needed to talk to

you about your son, sir.

That's why I called you, sir.

Sir, why are you calling me, sir?

You're the principal of such an

esteemed college and you call me sir.

My name is Trilok.

Trilok Kapoor.

- Sir.

Sir, sir, sir. What can I do, sir?

It's become a habit as l

keep calling students sir.

What? You address

students as sir as well.

Sir, give respect get respect.

That's the principal of my canteen.

Wow.

Canteen?

A canteen of knowledge.

Where students come

to dine on knowledge.

Your philosophy is

quite interesting.

So, principal sir,

what can I do for you?

Nothing for me but your son.

You know there's going to be

a youth festival in Bangkok.

Really? - And the Delhi

University has selected your son.

Delhi University.

- Yes.

My son.

- Yes.

Bangkok.

- Yes.

My.. Kiss, kiss.

- Go ahead.

My, son, you're so..

- But, sir, there's a small problem.

But, sir, there's a small problem.

You'll have to bear 50%% expenses..

..of your son's boarding

and lodging.

I can do anything for you.

Only Rs.89, 750.

But you..

Son!

- Sir, you say Rs.80, 000.

Rs.9750 is the canteen's bill.

Don't worry, Mr. Principal,

he he's absolutely fine now.

Doctor, what was wrong with me?

Yes, doctor,

what was wrong with him?

Nothing, it was just fits.

But he's fit now.

- Thank you.

So, Mr. Principal, on whose

name should I make the cheque?

On my papa.. No.

Anyway, I'll write down

the figure and sign it.

You can complete the

other formalities.

Here you go.

- Here, sir.

Sir, Mr. Verma is coming.

- Verma.

Verma!

- Verma?

Why are all of you so scared?

And who is Verma?

Principal.

- Principal?

Yes.

- He was. He was, dad.

Actually, he was the

principal for the last 22 years.

He retired last year.

And couldn't endure the shock.

He's slightly.

He still thinks he's the principal.

Take care.

Okay then, I'll take your leave.

Muthu, what are you doing here?

And wearing a suit

and outside my office.

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