Think big. Think LoC Kargil rather. The opening "Girlband" song, accompanying an excruciatingly long casting, features every single female who's ever shedded her fabrics on the big screen in recent years. Akshay, Fardeen and Writesh are roomies whose routine sleeping around is interrupted by a newborn at their doorstep.

By the way, the Windows Defragmenter consolidates all scattered data on the hard drive. Zonked? Don't be - this movie gives the impression of having undergone the same treatment. So there's excess of a particular aspect and complete lack of everything else in virtually every scene - title track being Chunk#1. Here are the remaining:

Chunk#2: The threesome try their hand at parenting, get frustrated, bruised and battered in the search of the mother, and also fired. (Genre: Comedy)

Chunk#3: Angrily they first get rid of the baby but then save her from dying and then try to become ideal daddies. Mother (Vidya Balan) takes baby away. Long flashback ensues. (Aww - Genre: Emotional Garbage)

Chunk#4: The fight to win mother and child back. (Genre: Comedy)

Chunk#5: The senti climax. (Genre: Can't you read?)

Highly random song sequences interrupt the proceedings at the most inappropriate of times, and the rona-dhona drags on for far longer than what is socially acceptable without the backing of proper acting skills. Neha Dhupia said, "In Bollywood, only sex and SRK sell" - this movie had all 3. But if it sells, it will only be due to the select few laughs it induces.