[0:00]Look, this form will decide whether you should get moksh or rebirth. Sir, I don't want moksh please, just send me back once more. Everyone thinks the next life will be the best version. No one ever tries to update the current version. Your birth wasn't your choice. Your death wasn't your choice. Was your life your choice? Yes, obviously mine. What sort of question is that? Alright, we'll find out now. school? Parents. College? According to whatever marks I got. Career? Wherever all my friends went. Yeah, obviously. Marriage? The one everyone agreed on. Kids? At the 'right time.' House? According to the budget. City? According to the job. Happiness? When everyone else was happy. Hobby? Hobby, sir... hobby? Dreams? Opinions? Identity? Toothpaste? Ringtone? Underwear, sir... underwear?
[1:13]Printing. Analysis. Sir, looks like you've been here way too long. Down there, everyone lives like this. Always the safe option. This wasn't a life of choices... just a wasted slot. Case closed. Sir... sir, please send me back once, just one last time. Why? Sir, after a point no one lives... everyone just survives. But I will live this time, I promise. I will live for myself. I will do everything on my terms. Nothing for anyone else. All the mistakes, all the decisions will be mine, I promise. Just send me back once more, please. How do you know? This isn't the first time you've said all this. Every lifetime, you say the same thing. 'Next time I'll live by my choice' and every time, you forget. So, Mr. Arjun Mehta... your moksh is approved. What happens in moksh? In moksh... you are... deleted. Sir, sir, please!
