There are few things I hate more than movies that have no proper beginning or end. People generally like to see a film's credits before watching it - it's just probably some psychological thing - even if they don't really care about who did what. And the audience feels happy that they haven't missed anything of consequence.
Not that there was anything of consequence in this film. In fact, you could have missed the entire film and not missed anything of consequence. The story is something that doesn't even deserve to be called that. There is this rich girl Rani, who is some sort of a nymphomaniac - she just can't get enough of it. She just goes about seducing guys, preferably of lower economic status, and then ditching them for the next.
After many such sickening escapades, one guy Raja (how much cornier can it get?!) decides that enough is enough. He plays hard to get and absolutely refuses to give in to Rani's charms. As is the wont of all such characters, she obviously falls in 'love' with him. He takes her for a nice loooong walk down the garden path, promising to marry her, keep her happy all her life, make her shine like the purest gold, blah blah.
Then one fine day, he tells her that he has AIDS and that now she's affected too. Rani goes in to a major depression, enough to give Kurt Cobain (bless his soul) a complex! She takes to alcohol, sleeping pills and what not. Finally, Raja tells her that he lied to her and he just wanted to teach her a lesson. She weeps for a few never-ending minutes, they are all smiles and all's well that ends well. Huh? Did I miss something here?
What kind of twisted fool would make such trash and call it an 'educational' movie? Maybe he knew he'd get lynched for this and that's why he made sure that nobody got to know his name. In fact, I wouldn't want to waste more time on this movie, even if it is to write this review! You must have got it by now - it's a no-no!