Open the door, now it’s your turn. Let’s go in a group.
Only the tiger walks alone. It’s not a senior. Seniors don’t knock.
They just barge in. Open the door. Let’s go together, please. Hello, guys. – This is the D top Wing, right?
– Yes. Hi, Ankit Pandey.
Civil. 5502. Why should I? 5500 bucks just for the name? What’s so special about your name? – No, that’s my rank. 5502.
– Oh, right. I’m Rupesh Bhati.
Mechanical. 1537007 But these many didn’t
even appear for the Mains. That’s not my rank. That’s the amount paid by my father
for my selection, with GST. – Hi.
– Hi. I am Chirag Bansal.
Computer Science. Civil is great. I desperately wanted to choose Civil,
but my father… But then everyone knows about Civil. What about it? The students who opt for civil
in this college never get a job. And which understanding father will
ever push his dear son… …in the dark depths of unemployment. Uncle was absolutely right. No, but it’s clearly mentioned
in the prospectus that… They write utter nonsense
in the prospectus. They even have pictures
of girls and boys together. But did you see a single
chick on your way here? Don’t worry about the branch. – You can change it.
– How’s that even possible? You need to be amongst
the top 1% for that. Top 1%? – You don’t even know that?
– How could he know? Poor guy missed his orientation. Don’t worry, I’ve made
notes of the entire orientation. Go settle your luggage,
and I’ll tell you more about it. – Keep it where?
– In your room. This boy is very slow. Son. You should stay in Civil. But I’ve been allotted this room. But we’re already staying here.