Roll the red carpets and put your hands together for Ameen Jalal, A.K.A. “pop of liars.” A man who spoke innumerous, stinking, rotten lies throughout his life. Today he is ready to admit it all. Lying in a ramshackle in the beautiful hills of Nainital with a silver khukri stuck in his throat, he is bleeding profusely. He knows his minutes are numbered and it’s almost time to meet the almighty. Born in an orthodox Muslim family, Ameen is pushed by his fanatic abba into a madarsa. His ammi disapproves of such institutions and wants her son to learn an art called English. She fights for her son’s rights. Between all this school-madarsa, English-Urdu debate, young Ameen finds solace and peace in basketball and in the company of his childhood sweetheart, Zareen. Several incidences in his life send his rational wheels churning and various curious questions start bouncing in his head. “Why his ammi needs to wear a veil whenever she walks out of the door?” “Why do males and females in a Muslim marriage don’t sit together?” “Why do you pee in a vessel attached on a wall in a school?” Before he could get the answers, a new monster called Bombay creeps into his life & thus begins an eye opening journey of his. He learns it all. Figures out that people around him have a lot of problem with his beard. A typical Mullah kinda beard, i.e. a beard less the moustache. The Mullah falls for a babe, Priyanka. And a lustful romance ensues. His lust for the rich-hot lass in the poverty and disparity all around him, the egalitarian in him somehow makes him a fan of communism. Hatred for the rich embroils in his heart. Somewhere, some point in his life he messes it all up.