Four guys on Brooklyn Bridge. Discussing Ilaiyaraja, Rahman, the Beatles and Floyd. Start singing Velai Pookal. “Dei, I hope someone throws a few quarters. I am broke”.
Cut to bar.
Everyone high. “Who is the hottest of them all?”, shouts Vikram on top of his voice. “My desi girl, my desi girl”, answers Arjun.
Cut to girls on a couch.
“What did you call me?”, fumes Sanjana. Priya and Sumana laugh out loud.
Cut to a table in a cafe.
Nisha looks over from the book. Giggles. “You know, the book starts with – Who is John Galt?” More giggles. Sid gives back a look of fury, clasps his hands together and asks, “Who the fuck is Sanjana Patel?”
Cut to the most inebriated time of the night at someone’s home.
Arvind swallows a shot of tequila, licks the salt at the tip. With eyes closed, “I don’t know. Who is it?”
Cut. Priya throws the bra, “Fuck you man!”
Cut. The car shrieks to a halt. Arvind blasts, “Votha, Thevidiya.”
Cut. Sid smiles into the phone, “Hat behenchooth.”
Cut. “You can actually create data input to cause a buffer overrun and even crash the system at the other end”, explains Arjun. “We are doing some cool stuff, ok?”, agrees Sid. Smug.
“Weightu katrangala pasanga?”
Cut to inside car, middle of the traffic. “Machi, What the hell do you want da?” “Dei, just follow the car da, please! I need to find her.”
“Apdi sollu da. Ennaku theriyadha ponna? Enna peru?” Sanjana Patel. “Ennadhu?” Points across the road.
Flurry of images. Show all characters. Some weird ass inspiring music and quotes like “A journey of a lifetime…” or “The longest night…” in the background. As cliched as possible.
Black Out. Titles.
Focus on Sid. “This is completely pointless. Yes it is.”