What's it about: One Haryanvi sous chef. A bevy of beauties. One life, many 'loves'. He's got the looks, the lies and the confidence. They've got the looks (well a few do; there's that 'in the eye of the beholder' caveat, no?), time to kill and one question: What's your sun sign?

'What do you think it is?' is his consistent counter-question. Several replies crop up. Sahi jawaab? I am whatever you say I am.

He has one constant BFF, this sweet Tamil gal called Sandhya. She secretly loves him and waits for him to get over his womanising ways. She waits the duration of the film. He's a man, runs the argument. We're like that only, he adds. 'Hell, yeah!', affirm the other women in his life.