All language subtitles for Taare.Zameen.Par.2007.DVDRip.XviD-SaM

Adit Lamba 20 on 25.

chandraprakash Siroha 1 7 on 25.

Gaurav Sinha 19 on 25.

Ghulam Sheikh 15 on 25.

Harish Gwalani 18 on 25.

Hitesh Shah 24 on 25.

lshaan Awasthi..

3 on 25.

Kewal Talwar 23 on 25.

Harish Gwalani 20 on 25.

Hitesh Shah 24 on 25.

lshaan Awasthi.. 2 on 25.

Kewal Talwar 22 on 25.

Mahavir Sinha 19 on 25.

Nimesh Desai 1 7 on 25.

Nitin Rao 18 on 25.

Sitting with your
head in the gutter!

The bus has been waiting
ten minutes!

can't you hear the bus honking?

Every day we're late because of you.

You want.. you want? Take.

Go and wash up.

Schoolbag in your room..
in your room.

Wash your hands first.

Put that down.

Whatever do you do in school? Look
at your hands, look at your face.

lshaan, put that down.

At least, turn off the tap.

Weren't you going to get
your exam papers today?

Did you get them?

Are you listening?

Yohan..?

Drama practice cancelled.

Lily Teacher has viral fever.

l topped in all subjects, Mom.

Algebra, geometry, physics, chem,
bio, history, english, geography..

And in Hindi?

Second in Hindi, by only two marks.

How did you do?

You've almost cracked it.

Finish your homework first!
No.. your school uniform..

Look.

Ball! Get the ball.. quick!

Over here!

ldiot! Duffer! Look
where you threw it!

Now go get it!

l told you to go. Don't you get it?

What're you looking at?

Don't you get it?

What're you looking at?

Get the ball. Move it!

What're you looking at?

l said, get the ball!
Don't you get it?

What're you waiting for? Go!

Ranjit! Thrash him!

Your son destroyed my plants.
Have you taught him no manners?

My son is hurt, look he's bleeding!

Haven't you taught your son
anything? How can he beat up my kid?

Have you no shame? Look how
badly my son is bruised!

come here.

come here right now

But Papa..

Shut up, Yohan.

He even tore my shirt.

He's lying!

Look, he's hitting my son
right in front of you!

Let go!

Please leave.
- l'm going to call the police!

This is the limit! complaints
every day..

complaints from school, complaints
from neighbours.

You step out and there's
a complaint.

lf there's ever another complaint
about you, l'll..

Laughing! .. Shameless!

Shameless! lf there's
another complaint..

One more complaint and l'll send
you away to a boarding school.

Right in front of us..

he picks a fight! Did you see what
he did to that boy.. tore his shirt.

Worship him, that's all you do.

How many times have l told you
not to play with Ranjit.

But Mama.. - Go, bathe.
l'll get some antiseptic.

Okay, you want to fight?

Fight. come on

Papa, where are you going?

l'm going away. Forever.

Sorry Papa. l'm very sorry, Papa.
l won't do it next time, Papa.

Papa, l'm very sorry.

l'll never do it again.

Papa please. l'm sorry, Papa

Stop frightening the child.

Papa is going away for work.

Not because of you.

He'll be back by Sunday.

Any more cuts?

Show me.

Tie your laces, tighten that belt.

Prepare for battle..

..shoulder your burdens.

With files in hand and firm resolve..

..we'll take on the world.

We'll stand our ground.

lt's the way of the world,
keep at it.

Your goal beckons..

..keep at it.

They sleep with one eye open,
falling behind is not an option.

Work your fingers to the bone,
do exactly as you're told.

They live on omelets,
vitamins and tonics..

..and a strict regimen
of work and rest.

Striding, striving, forging ahead.

lt's the way of the world,
keep at it.

Your goal beckons, keep at it.

But here thrives another theme..

..of waking into music from a dream.

Where time comes to a standstill,

to make fantasy come alive at will.

They always wonder to themselves..

why is the world's
motto ''keep at it''?

Why this steady striving
towards a goal?

Not slaves to time..

..they're carefree..

..having meetings with butterflies..

..and discussions with trees.

They spend time gathering the wind
and reading tales in raindrops..

.while painting a new world
on the canvas of the skies.

Why is the world's
motto ''keep at it''?

Why this steady striving
towards a goal?

Quickly! - Madam, hurry up!
You're delaying us.

come on.. every day we're
late because of your boy.

We must also remember..

the old saying,

cleanliness is godliness.

On many occasions..

..while doing rounds, l have also found..

..that children don't keep the
school corridors clean.

lt is our duty to keep our
school neat and tidy.

Unpolished shoes?

Out.

Turn to page 38, chapter
4, paragraph 3.

We're going to mark
adjectives today.

That goes for you as well,
lshaan Awasthi.

Page 38, chapter 4, paragraph 3.

can l have your attention, lshaan?

l said, page 38, chapter
4, paragraph 3.

Read the first sentence and
point out the adjectives.

Page 38, lshaan. Adit Lamba,
just help the boy.

The rest of you, look at your books.

Read the first sentence and
tell me all the adjectives.

Okay, let's mark the adjectives
together. Read the sentence for me.

Just read the sentence, lshaan.

They're.. dancing.

Speak in English.

The letters are dancing.

They're dancing, are they?

Then read the dancing letters.

Trying to be funny?

Read the sentence loud and proper!

l said loud and proper, lshaan.
Loud and proper!

Loud and proper!

Stop it!

Stop it! Enough is enough!

Get out of my class!

Out!

You want to leave as well?
Who was laughing here?

Who wants to follow him?

l don't want to hear a titter in
my class. Look at your books.

Shameless boy.

Open your books.

Who's going to tell me what
the adjectives are?

l don't want a sound in this class.

come on.

Punished again?

Why d'you get punished all the time?

This one's a regular.

Go in now.

Done your maths homework?

Got your test papers signed?
No..?

Now, you're finished.

Yes, now you're gone.

A little sweet, a little sour.

A little close,

not too far.

All l need, all l need..

..all l need is..

..to be free.

lt's close enough to touch..

..but disappears, like a mirage.

Woven of dreams, warm as a sweater..

..beyond the white clouds..

..is my world.

Let me in without a shout,
let me in, l have a doubt.

There are more, many more,
many more like me.

l'm not alone..

..dream walking, wide-eyed.

..stepping.. stumbling.

l'm not alone, dream walking,
wide-eyed..

..stepping.. stumbling.

Yet l have no doubt..

..just like the setting
sun will rise again..

..my world once revealed..

..will astound everyone.

Open eyed how l run, how l
run to the other side..

Then l glide like a bird,
l just want to be.

A thousand wings to fly..

..to explore open skies.

So many turns to take,
paths to follow..

..and discover.. my world.

These few days of childhood..

..will never return.

So live it up now, my friend,

on credit, if you're broke.

Live it up.

Wash up, l'm serving dinner.

What's this?

Superb!

Done? Let's see.

What handwriting..

What's this,

every spelling wrong?

Table is ''Tabl'', then ''Tabel''?

And ''d'' instead of ''the''?

What is this? How many times
have we done this?

We went over this yesterday. How
can you forget so quickly?

Enough fooling around. You'll
fail again this year.

All your friends will move ahead.

Will you like that?

concentrate, son.

Stop fooling and fix your spellings!

No.

What?

No.

Brother..

Go to sleep.

No stories tonight, l'm tired.

Today l bunked school.

What?

l just walked out.

When?

After the first period.

Why?

l hadn't done my maths homework
nor my test papers signed.

Where did you go?

Nowhere, l just wandered the roads.

Roads? Alone?

No fear.

Look at your guts!

You know how dangerous that is?
Anything could've happened..

you could've had an accident,
or got kidnapped.

Papa's not at home too.

ldiot.

Did you tell Mom?

Shall l tell her?
- No, no.

Then..?

Write me an absent-note, please?

What?

Absent-note.

No..

l'm not writing fake absent-notes.

Go to sleep, l'll
tell Mama tomorrow.

Dada, please

Absent-note, teacher.

How are you feeling?

99 degrees. Go

children..

Surprise maths test

The marks on this test will count
in the final exam, so be careful.

Take one and pass the rest.

Here.

Fearless captain lshaan sets
out on mission impossible.

His mission.. to take the third
planet from the Sun.. Planet Earth..

and yank it ''into'' the ninth planet
in the solar system.. Pluto.

Three into nine.

Goodness!

Scorching hot Mars will melt
captain lshaan's firm grip on Earth.

Saved!

Hi Jupiter.. bye Jupiter!

Hi Saturn, having fun?.. Bye.

And now 3 gets ready to go into 9.

Pluto is destroyed!

lt's no longer a planet.

Fearless captain lshaan has
discovered the answer.

3 x 9 equals 3.

Time up.

How did the test go?

No fear.

Thanks, Yohan.

Papa's back.

Papa, when did you come?
- Late last night, You were asleep.

Bye Papa. Bye lnu.

Bye

What did you get me?

That.

Strawberries?

And for Dada?

Same.

For both?

Wash them first.

Papa, aquarium.

Let's go to the aquarium today.

We're going to the aquarium
today, okay?

Maya, did lshaan have
fever on Thursday?

No.

What's this absent-note?

l didn't write this note.

come here.

come here.

come here, right now!

What's this?

What's the meaning of this note?

Answer, or l'll give you
such a thrashing..

Don't look down..

look up.. in my eyes.

And answer me.

Where the hell were you on Thursday?

Let me.. where did you go, son?
- lf not to school, then where?

Where, son?

Answer!

What's he saying?
- Bunk.

What?

You bunked school?

Bunked school and did what?

Where did you go?

Road.

What road? Which road? With whom?

Alone.

Alone? Are you out of your mind?

Are you out of your bloody mind?

Wandering the streets alone? Any
idea what could've happened?

What's going on? Did you hear that?

lf he got lost, where'd
we go looking?

And who wrote this,

who wrote this absent-note?

You can't even write properly!

lf you could write, you'd pass!

Who wrote this note?
- Tell me. Who?

This is the last time l'm asking you

Who wrote this absent-note?

Who wrote it? Speak up!

No improvement in class-work
or homework.

He's still where he was last year.

Books are still his enemies.

Reading and writing are
like punishment for him.

Sometimes his English handwriting
resembles Russian.

Repeats his mistakes on purpose,

never pays attention in class.

All the time asking for permission
to go to the toilet.

l'm thirsty, l want
to go to the toilet

Disturbs the whole class
with his silly pranks.

You must've seen his test papers?

zeroes in all subjects.

You sent his test papers?

Last Wednesday, for parents'
signatures. They never came back.

They were a sight, l
tell you Mrs. Awasthi.

ln fact, l sent a letter
specially to meet you

Look at this maths test.

Three into nine equals
three. That's all.

Not another question answered.

No one will believe
he's Yohan's brother.

Mr. Awasthi..
- Yes?

This is your son's second
year in third grade.

At this rate, l won't be
able to help you anymore.

Maybe he has a problem.

What do you mean?

Perhaps, he..

Some children are less fortunate.
For them, there are special schools.

clear out, get out of my way!

Worthless brats!

She thinks my son is a retard.

She thinks my son is abnormal.

Sixty kids stuffed into a class..

..how can a teacher give
attention to each?

Nonsense!

What haven't l done?

l sacrificed my career
for the children.

lt's a daily struggle
to get him to study.

No Maya, it's not your fault.

He needs something else.

l'll be there in the morning.

Thank you very much. Good night.

Done

But.. in mid-term?

Suresh's uncle is the school's
founder trustee.

l'll pay the fees tomorrow.

No, l won't go!

Shut up and eat your dinner!

''Won't go.''

Let's wait till next year..

He has never stayed away from me.

He'll have to learn.

You heard the principal.

Next year, she'll throw him out.

Then where do we go?

Look.. look at him glaring.

No bloody regret on his face

Out there they'll beat
you into shape.

He got Yohan to write
that note. What next?

Trust me, l'm his father.

We can't afford it, but
we'll manage somehow.

Term begins after Diwali.

Please, don't send me away.

l won't go to boarding school.

l don't want to go.

Please tell Papa. l don't want
to go to boarding school.

Hush.

Yes.. wake up.

Mama..?

l'm right here.

l don't want to go
to boarding school.

You have to.

l don't want to go.

lt's a nice school.
- l don't want to be sent there.

l'm knowing, l'm trying, see..

Really, l know it all.

l can learn more.

l won't even ask for fireworks.
l won't celebrate Diwali.

But l don't want to go
to boarding school.

No fireworks this year? Scared
of going to boarding school?

Admit it.
- l'm not afraid.

You're afraid, l know.

l'm not afraid!
- You're afraid, l know it.

l'm not afraid.

He's crazy!

l won't go!

Your father tells me
you're very stubborn.

Let's get one thing straight.

ln this boarding school,
we live by one rule.

Discipline

Don't worry, Mr. Awasthi.

Here we've broken
the wildest horses.

come on, we're getting late.

Done? come on, child.

l've never told you,

how scared l am of the dark.

l've never told you,

how much l care for you.

Get changed for dinner.

But you know, don't you, Ma?

You know everything..

..my Ma.

Don't leave me alone in crowds..

..l'll lose my way back home.

Don't send me to places far away..

..where you won't even remember me.

Am l so bad, Ma?

Am l so bad..

You haven't changed yet? come
on, change your clothes.

come on.

Nine o'clock. Lights out.

Good night, sir.

When sometimes, Papa swings me.

..too high in the air..

..my eyes search for you..

..hoping you'll come
and hold me safe.

l don't tell him..

..but l get petrified.

l don't let it show..

..but my heart sinks.

You know everything, don't you Ma?

You know everything..

..my Ma.

You aren't dressed for class yet?

Look at your tie. Didn't
Mummy teach you anything?

Boys,

this is lshaan Nandkishore Awasthi.

Step forward.. come on.

With your bag.

From now on, your place is here,
in front of my eyes,

beside Rajan Damodaran.

Rajan Damodaran always
comes first in class.

His company will have a good
effect on you, l hope.

Understand? Sit down.

Today's subject, interpretation
of poetry.

Page 28, ''Perspective''.

Rajan Damodaran, you
will recite the poem,

and lshaan Nandkishore Awasthi,
you will interpret it.

Right?

Proceed, Rajan.

''Perspective''

''When l look from above, you are..''

''a cloud-filled piece of sky.''

Until a thirsty elephant comes
by, or my friends jump in,

or a bicycle bell,
or a pebble or two..

..or even a blind man's
cane will do.

Then the picture dissolves and
you become our river again.

Excellent!

Now explain the meaning of the poem.

What we see, we feel is..

And what we don't see, we feel isn't.

But sometimes..

..what we see, actually isn't. And..
what we don't see..

..actually is. l mean..

What's all this .. ''is
- isn't''..?

Minu Patel, you explain.

The poet says, when
he sees the river..

..he sees the sky in it.

Using different objects, he
demolishes the reflection.

And then we realise it's a river.

Good. very good. Minu
Patel, sit down.

You explained the true
meaning of the poem.

Others just said what they crammed.

Tiwari-sir is very strict.

So remember what he says,
and just parrot it.

How come you joined in
the middle of the term?

My father, he..

come on.. art class.

You always come first in class, so
why did your parents send you here?

Meaning?

l mean, why did they send
you here to punish you?

l'm not a boarder. My father is
the school's estate manager.

l live in the staff quarters,
with my parents.

And who told you everyone's
sent here to be punished?

children, open your sketchbooks

And take out your pencils

Without using a ruler,
copy the shapes.

The lines must be perfectly straight,
or five raps on your knuckles.

Hey, new boy.

Eyes on the blackboard. Show us..

..where did l make the dot?

Show us the dot.

Why are you staring like a frog?

Don't laugh

Where did l make the dot?

Show us.

l don't see it.

You don't see it?

Satyajit Bhatkal..
- Yes sir?

come here and show him where l made
the point on the blackboard.

Now you see?

very good.

Step forward.

Quickly.

Five raps on your knuckles, so
your attention never wanders.

Put out your hand.

clench your fist.

Get on with your still life study.

l want perfect shapes. Otherwise,
five on the other hand.

Go!

Forward march!

Left, right, left.. left,
right, left.

What are you doing?

Halt

You're ruining the marching order.

Out.

A noun is a naming word, a pronoun
is used instead of a noun

An adjective describes a noun, a
verb describes the action of a noun

An adverb describes the
action of a verb..

..a conjunction joins
two sentences

A preposition describes
the relationship..

..between a noun and a pronoun

And an interjection is a word
thrown in to express feeling

Have you got it, Mr. lshaan
Nandkishore Awasthi?

Why?

Why can't you?

ldiot

Why can't you?

What's the problem?

Why are you so dumb?

Why zeroes in math?
And punishment daily?

Grammar pathetic, spelling
all wrong !

Are you tripping?!

ldiot.
- Hey duffer!

Lazy!
- crazy!

Garbled sentences..

..and answers all wrong?

Why don't you try?

You're a failure..

..your handwriting is terrible,
homework incomplete..

..why's your attention adrift?

Why?''

ldiot.. duffer.. lazy.. crazy.

This child can drive anybody mad.

Someone please call up his dad.

What's your problem, son?

King of the Morons!

Awful scores..

..dreadful results.

Geography makes you dizzy?

Answer me, answer me!

Five on the knuckles!

lshaan, open the door

Open up. Your Dada is here too.

Talk to him.

lnu.. champ, open the door

Please open the door.

What is it, champ?

Let's go.

l've taken permission
from the house master.

Don't be angry anymore.

come.. come along, son.

One extra mattress, please.

See what l got you. Water colours.
24-colour pack

Hit it when it rises.. excellent!
Stay focused.. good Yohan!

My eyes are empty..

..tears too have left me.

Silence fills my heart.

l feel pain no more, l'm numb.

All feeling has left me, l'm empty.

You know everything..

..don't you, Ma?

What are you up to?

What are you doing? Get down!

Why did you climb up there?

come.. we're late.

What's the matter?

Oh, don't you know?

Holkar-sir is gone..

to teach all of New
zealand how to draw.

We've got a new temporary teacher.

l hope he's different
from Holkar-sir.

come, we're late. Oh, come on.

Look there, is that a tree?

Or a man covered by a cape?

ls it raining? Or has the sky..

left the taps on by mistake?

The world is what you make of it..

..it's in the eye of the beholder.

So free your mind..

..spread your wings..

..let the colours fly..

come on, let's spin new dreams!

Shake it!

Swing-a-long!

Shake a leg!

lt's fun!

Swing-a-long, shake a leg,
have lots of fun..

Who says fish don't fly?

Ever thought of it?

Does the sun bathe everyday?

Or does he just wet his hair
and pretend to be clean?

These stars.. are they twinkling?

Or in anger, grumbling
at each other?

So free your mind..

..spread your wings..

..let the colours fly..

come on, let's spin new dreams!

Why cram until your head is full?

Head is full, head is full!

ln a blink, your mind goes blank!

Mind goes blank, mind goes blank!

Go ahead, unlock the doors..

Unlock the doors, unlock the doors!

And fearlessly, take wing!

Take wing, take wing!

l'm with you..

- l'm with you!

You're with me..
- You're with me!

You and me, let's all together..

..swing-a-long..

..shake a leg..

..let's have lots of fun!

Why is the world so colourful?

Ever wondered?

lmagine..

choosing these colours so lovingly..

..someone has decorated
this world with them.

So beautiful is our universe..

l suspect its creator
is surely an artist.

So free your mind..

..spread your wings..

..let the colours fly!

come on, come on..

..let's spin new dreams!

Here's one for each of you.

Draw, paint, do whatever you like..

..while l put this away.

But what do we paint, sir?

There's nothing on the table.

This table?

This table is too small for
your beautiful imagination.

Peek into your mind..

..and pull out an image..

..then slap it onto the paper!

Have fun. ln here, you're free.

Lost somewhere, friend?

Looking for inspiration?

No problem, there's no hurry.

What is the matter, child?

Don't you like painting?

What's your name, son?

Sir, his name is lshaan Awasthi.

Where have you been?

Your mother called.

Wait by the phone.
She'll call again.

ls lshaan there?

Yes one moment, he's here.

Here.

Say hello, son.

Look lnu..

we can't come on Saturday.

On Sunday, Dada has his
inter-school tennis finals.

l know you're very angry with Mama.

Mama is very bad.

l'm very sorry, lnu.

But what can Mama do?

Dada is very tense about
the final match.

Will you talk to Dada?

Here, talk to Dada.

And wish him all the best.

lnu, are you there?

l'll miss you at the finals.

Son, talk to Mama.

He's left.

He left?
- Yes.

Sorry.

What happened?

He didn't say a word.

Don't worry, we'll go next Sunday.

What are you putting in there?

The kids' class-work.

So what? Holkar never used that
space. lt's meant for books.

So where do l keep these?

Return them to the boys.
What use are they anyway?

What a racket they're making
in your class, Nikumbh.

Like a fish market.

They're kids, it's natural.

And if kids don't express emotions
in an art class, where will they?

That may be, but go easy. The
headmaster likes discipline.

l believe you sang in class
yesterday and played a flute?

Yes l sang, played a flute..

kids happy, l'm happy.

But our students aren't
like those kids.

What do you mean?

You teach in Tulips School,
don't you..

mentally retarded, abnormal kids?

ln those schools, experiment all you
like, what difference will it make?

They have no future, anyway.

No seriously, Nikumbh.

This is a formal school.

Your singing-dancing style
won't work here.

Here, we prepare children
for life's race.

Kids have to compete, succeed,
make a future.

Our school's motto is..

''Order, Discipline, Labour''.

The three pillars of success.

Foundation of a complete education.

Mr. Tiwari, time to learn German.

What happened?

Okay.. it's okay.

Slowly, children..

Hey listen.. where's your friend?

l don't know.. he suddenly
disappeared.

Must've seen his new
boring art teacher.

No sir, he must've gone to
the dining hall for lunch.

What's your name?
- Rajan Damodaran.

Rajan, what's up with lshaan?

Something troubling him? He
always looks so frightened.

He wants to go home.

Why?
- He has justjoined.

Mid year?

He has problems. Try as he might,
he just can't read or write.

He's always punished. His books
are full of red marks.

What to do?

Getting emotional, are we?

Man is.. - A cruel, insensitive
animal. l know.

And blind. Blind to beauty,
blind to feelings.

Who did you run into there?

Myself.

lt's like seeing myself
in the mirror.

That's shouldn't upset you.

You're not too bad to look at.

Jabeen, he's in danger.

Who?

Who is it, Ram?

A boy in that school,
of eight or nine years.

Doesn't say a word. Always
depressed.. frightened.

His eyes, screaming for help.

l'm afraid, he'll sink.

Dada..

Yes, Pradyumna?

come on, it's rehearsal time.

Hey Sahil, how many
days to the show?

Two.

Yeah. Let's go for it.

Today, let us open the windows of
our hearts and peep outside..

to see the little-little raindrops
meet the glorious Sun..

a rainbow forming, sheer
joy and great fun.

Look at them..

like fresh drops of dew..

..nestled in the palms of leaves..

..gifts of the heavens.

Stretching and turning..

..slipping and sliding..

..like delicate pearls..

..glinting with laughter.

Let us not lose these..

..little stars on earth.

Like sunshine on a winter's day..

..bathes the courtyard in gold..

..they banish darkness
from our hearts..

..and warm us to the core.

Let us not lose these..

..little stars on earth.

Like sleep trapped behind eyelids,
where sweet dreams abound..

..and in the dream an angel rises..

Like fountains of colour..

..like butterflies upon blossoms..

..like love which is selfless.

They're surging waves of hope..

..they're the dawn of dreams..

..and eternal joy..

Let us not lose these..

..little stars on earth.

On the heavy darkness
of night's bosom..

..they sit like a flame
dispelling gloom.

Like an orchard's fragrance
they fill the air.

Like a kaleidoscope
of a myriad hues..

..like flowers reaching
up to the sun..

..like the notes of a flute
in the quiet of a grove.

They are breaths of fresh air..

..the rhythm and music of life..

Let us not lose these..

..little stars on earth.

Like the pulsing life
of the neighbourhood..

..like buds, determined to bloom..

..like the breeze of the season.
caught in your palm..

..they're the blessings
of our elders..

Let us not lose these..

..little stars on earth.

Yes?

Hi, my name is Ram Shankar Nikumbh.

l teach at New Era School
in Panchgani.

come in.

Are these his third grade books?
- Yes.

Who did this?

lshaan did.

lshaan paints?

Yes, he loves painting.

Sometimes as wise as old men..

..at others, like a carefree stream.

Or a volley of innocent
questions..

Like laughter breaks silence,
and a smile lights up a face..

..they are like a celestial
light that..

..shines on the fortunate..

Like the moon dancing on a lake..

..like a familiar shoulder
in the midst of a crowd..

..like a gurgling stream,
frothing and giggling..

..like a sweet
little nap at midday..

..like the comfort of
a loving touch..

..like joyous music ringing
in your ears..

..like a fine spray of rain..

can l have some water, please?

Why did you send him away?

Why?

There was no option.

Last year he failed in the third
grade. can you believe it?

And no signs of any improvement.

My elder son tops his class in
every subject. And that one..

What do you think is his problem?
- Attitude, what else?

Towards his studies
and everything else..

..Always mischievous, difficult..

..disobedient.

l want to know his problem. You're
giving me the symptoms.

You're saying, the boy has
a fever. l know that.

l want to know why.

What's the cause?

Why don't you tell us? Go on.

Did you notice a pattern
in his mistakes?

Any errors that he repeats?

Pattern? What pattern?
Just mistakes.

Then you didn't recognise it.

Look.

b' for 'd' and 'd' for 'b'.
He confuses similar letters.

S' and 'R' inverted.. like
several others. Look..

'h' and 't'. Mirror imaging.

Animal.. three different
spellings on the same page.

So, it's not as if he has learnt
any one wrong spelling.

And here..

he mixes up similarly spelt words.
'T-o-p' becomes 'P-o-t'.

'S-o-l-i-d' becomes 'S-o-i-l-e-d'.

Why does he do this? ls
he a fool, is he lazy?

No..

ln my opinion, he's finding
it hard to recognise letters.

When you read 'a-p-p-l-e', your
mind conjures up an apple.

lshaan can't read the word, so he
can't understand what it means.

ln order to read and write,
it is essential..

to relate sounds with symbols,
know the meaning of words;

lshaan is unable to fulfill
this basic requirement.

Rubbish. These are just excuses
to avoid studying.

Please read this.

How can l? lt's in chinese.

come, concentrate.

What nonsense, how can l read this?
- You're being insolent.

Your attitude is wrong.

You're misbehaving.

Exactly lshaan's predicament.
Unable to recognise letters.

This difficulty in reading and
writing is called dyslexia.

Sometimes, kids could have
additional problems.

Like, difficulty in following
multiple instructions.

Turn to page 65, chapter 9, para
4, line 2

Or, poor 'fine and gross
motor skills'.

Does lshaan find it difficult
to button his shirt..

..or tie his shoelaces?

Yes.

lf you throw a ball, can he catch
it? - He can neverjudge a ball.

Because he can't correlate size,
distance and speed.

What size of ball, from what
distance, travelling at what speed..

by the time he works it
out, it's too late.

Just think..

a child, barely eight or nine,
can't read or write.

can't do regular stuff,

fails to do all the things that
kids his age do, effortlessly.

What must he be going through?

His self-confidence must've
been shattered.

Hiding his inabilities in
disobedience..

..he must have taken on the world.

Must've created a riot here.

Why admit l can't, l'd rather
say, ''l don't want to.''

No different from adults.

Now, his rebellion too has
been crushed.. out there.

l'm sorry to say, he has stopped
painting altogether.

lt's very sad

But why lshaan?

There's no answer to that.

lt can happen to anyone.
Sometimes it's genetic.

Simply put, it's like a little wiring
problem in the brain, that's all.

So you're saying my son is
abnormal, mentally retarded?

You're a strange man.

Look here..

this is a sharp mind with
a vivid imagination..

..far more talented than you and me.

What's there to gain?

Why are you looking for gain?
- What else should l look for?

What is to become of him?
How is he going to compete?

Am l to feed him all his life?

l know.

Out there, it's a merciless,
competitive world..

..where everyone wants to breed
toppers and rankers.

Everyone wants top scores.

Medicine, engineering, management..
anything less is intolerable.

95.5.. 95.6.. 95.7 percent.

Anything less is sacrilege, right?

For christ's sake, think..

each child has unique skills,
capabilities and dreams.

But no, everyone's hell
bent on pulling..

..and stretching to make
each finger long.

Go ahead. Even if the finger breaks.

No options, he says. No alternative.

lf you fancy racing, breed
racehorses not children.

Forcing your children to bear
the burden of your ambitions.

lt's worse than child labour

And if the child is unable
to bear this burden?

When will they understand?

Every child is different. Sooner
or later all of them learn.

Each at his own pace.

Five uneven fingers
make up the hand.

And here we have dreams
of settling these..

..little ones into the mainstream.

Look, he's smiling!

There.. take that.

No, don't touch that.

lshaan's first day in school.

His first puddle.

Don't cry, love.

Mama is right here,
she hasn't gone away.

Don't cry son, don't cry.

Friends, today l'll
tell you a story..

about a boy.

Once there was a boy,
don't ask me where..

..who couldn't read or write.

However hard he'd try..

..he couldn't remember
that x came before Y.

Words were his enemies, they
danced before his eyes,

frightening and tormenting him.

Studies exhausted him, but
who would share his woes?

His brain was full,
nothing made sense..

..the alphabet danced in a disco.

One day, the poor boy failed under
the burden of his studies.

Everyone made fun of him, still
he put up a brave face.

Then one day, he struck gold.

The world was amazed when
his theory was told.

can you guess who he was?

Albert Einstein.

correct, Rajan. Albert Einstein.

A great scientist.

The man who shook the world with
his theory of relativity.

Brownian motion, the
photoelectric effect.

For which he was awarded
the Nobel Prize in 1921 .

Now.. what's this?

Helicopter.

Not any ordinary helicopter,
this one.

The great artist-inventor
Leonardo da vinci..

Who?
- Leonardo da vinci.

Yes. He came up with this.

A working sketch of a helicopter.

But when? ln the 15th century..

..400 years before the first
airplane took flight.

You know, Leonardo da vinci had great
difficulty reading and writing.

He wrote somewhat like this..

can you read this?

No.

Now?

Switch on the light please.

Who lit up the world
with electricity?

Thomas Alva Edison.

Absolutely right.

Poor chap couldn't get his
alphabet right either.

Sit down.

Leave the lights on.

Let us bask in Edison's glow.

Everyone knows this guy.

Abhishek Bachchan!

As a child, he found it
hard to read and write.

Now he's rocks!

And there are more.

Pablo Picasso, famous
cubist painter.

He never understood the number 7.

Said, it's my uncle
nose upside down.

Who's Mickey Mouse's dad?

Walt Disney.

correct. Walt Disney.

Troubled by letters, he infused
life into cartoons.

Neil Diamond, popular singer.

He drowned his shame in songs.

Agatha christie, famous
mystery-book writer

lmagine a writer who couldn't
read and write as a child?

But why am l suddenly
telling you all this?

To show you that there have
been such gems amongst us..

who changed the course
of the world..

..because they could look
at the world differently.

Their thinking was unique and
not everyone understood them.

They were opposed.

Yet they emerged winners
and the world was amazed.

Let's dedicate today's art class
to these famous misfits.

So let's keep them in mind..

..step outside and create
something different..

out of whatever we find
interesting.. stones, sticks, trash.

Let's head to the little pond!

Wait.

Rajan, go on.

You know, there's someone
l didn't name..

maybe because he isn't
all that renowned.

But his problem is the same.

That name is..

Ram Shankar Nikumbh.

As a kid, l too had
a learning problem.

My father never understood me.

He thought l was being naughty,

making excuses for not studying.

He had written me off.

What can a duffer, an idiot achieve?

Well, here l am.

Shall we go?

Did you go to my house?

Look at that!

lt's moving.

ls it an airplane? can it fly?

Will it fly?

Who made it?

ls the principal in?

Yes. - Don't get up.

Yes, Nikumbh. come in.

Sir, l need to talk to
you about a student.

lshaan Awasthi. 3rd
D. A new student.

l know.

Other teachers have complained too.

l don't think he'll last the year.

No sir, he's a bright boy.

He just has a little problem
with reading and writing.

You must know about dyslexia?

You've made it easier for me.

l was wondering what
l'd tell his father.

He was referred by a trustee.

Good.. good

Then a special school is
the right place for him.

No sir, he's a child with
above-average intelligence

He has every right to
be in a normal school.

All he needs is a little
help from us.

And worldwide, all kids, no matter
what their problem study together.

ln fact, my students at ''Tulips''..

..have every right
to be in any school.

l'm only saying what the
law of the country says.

The ''Education For All'' scheme
gives every child this right.

lt's another matter that very
few schools follow it.

Tell me how this boy
will manage here.

There's maths, history, geography,
science, languages!

He'll cope. With a little
help from teachers.

Where do teachers have the time?

Attending to one
in a class of forty?

come on Nikumbh. lt's impossible.

Sir, it's not a big deal.

Two or three hours
a week. l'll do it.

Besides,

he has only to pass
in these subjects.

His calling lies elsewhere.

So all the subjects we teach,
except yours, are pointless?

Not at all. But every child
has a native talent.

And as Oscar Wilde says,

who wants a cynic who
knows the price of..

..everything and the
value of nothing?

Sir, please look at
the boy's paintings.

This depiction of battle..

..a soldier digs a trench
and overleaf he escapes.

Wonderful conception.

confident brush strokes.
Such bold use of colour.

Uninhibited!

And look sir, a unique flip-book.

The story of his separation.

Such creativity, from barely
an eight-year old.

very few of us can think
out of the box.

Please sir, one chance
is all he needs.

Or he'll be lost.

What do you want from me?

For the time-being,
let his handwriting..

..his spelling be ignored.

Let him be tested orally.

Knowledge is knowledge,
oral or written.

Meanwhile, l'll work on
his reading and writing.

Gradually he'll improve.

l hope we don't cause
permanent damage..

..on advice from a
temporary teacher.

Now add three.

Add five.

Where are you?
- Plus seven.

Now, subtract eleven.

Sir, one question. Have you ever
painted since your school days?

What?

What is this, sir?

A painting competition. For
teachers, students, everyone.

l want all of you to come

No seriously, what's
the purpose of art?

To express your emotions.

You're happy? You automatically
reach for bright colours.

Terrible lunch? Out pour
drab, dull colours.

Excuse me

Guys, l'll be back in a bit.

come in.

Have a seat.

Sorry, it's a little cramped.

How come..?
- On a business trip.

Met lshaan?
- Not yet. l will.

l wanted to talk to you first.
- Go ahead.

My wife has been surfing the net.

She has read all about dyslexia.

l wanted you to know.

Why?

Just so you don't take us
for parents who don't care.

caring.

lt's very important.

lt has the power to cure.

A salve for pain.

The child feels wanted.

A hug, a loving kiss now and then,
to show that l care.

Son, l love you.

lf you have any fears come to me.

So what if you slipped, failed.
Don't worry l'm there for you.

Reassurance.

caring.

That's what caring is, isn't it?

lt's nice to hear that
you think you care.

Well, l should get going.

Has your wife read..

about the Solomon lslands
on the internet?

l don't know.

On Solomon lslands,

when the natives want a part of
the forest for cultivation..

..they don't cut the trees.

They simply gather around the tree

and shout abuses..

..at it curse it.

ln a matter of days..

..the tree withers and shrivels.

lt dies on its own.

There have been
such gems amongst us..

..who changed the course of world..

..because they could look
at the world differently.

Their thinking was unique..

..and not everyone understood them.

They were opposed.

Yet they emerged winners..

..and the world was amazed.

Wow, what a sight!

Welcome, sir - Here l am.

You have finally convinced me
to become a Sunday painter.

Welcome

This way, sir.

Where's your lshaan?

l've been dying to meet him.

l don't see him.

Where's lshaan?

l don't know. He left the
dorm before anyone was up.

Really?

Hey Nikumbh, you've got me in a fix.

George-sir give it a try, it'll
be fun. - Painting isn't for me.

l've decided, l'll make
a wordy painting.

l'll fill my painting
with the alphabet.

You seem to be limited by
your language, Sen-sir

l'm here just to show my face to..

..the headmaster. Only
five or ten minutes.

l'm not wasting my Sunday.
- l'm delighted you came anyway.

Where do we sit? - You'll be
shown your place by the kids.

Kids, come here.

Show your teachers their place.

careful..

Take it easy, l'm coming.

Jolly good, l say.

Bless you.

Our special guest today,
Lalitha Lajmi.

Teacher, painter, my guru.

Greetings

Thank you for coming

Have you seen lshaan?

No, sir.
- He must be with Rajan.

Where is he?
- l don't know, sir.

He left before anyone woke up.

Where were you?

come on, sit down.

Do you have colours?

Open the doors, draw the curtains..

..the wind is all tied up,
let's set it free.

Bring your kites,
bring your colours..

..let's decorate the
canopy of the sky.

Why are you so worried?

You're here a guest,
at nature's behest.

The world was made..

..just for you.

Discover yourself, know who you are.

You are the sun, radiate light..

..you are the river..

..don't you know?

Flow on..

..fly high..

You'll find your purpose where
you find your happiness.

Tiwari-sir, you haven't left?
Weren't you leaving in five minutes?

What are you painting?

A frog, a duck and a banana.

This is a frog?

Staleness is sadness,
freshness brings joy..

..like the aroma of freshly-baked
bread.

Life is like candyfloss,
spun of hopes and dreams..

..savour it and hoard it in
the palm of your hand.

lf there is thirst in you..

..you'll find a raincloud
round the corner.

Don't let anyone come in your way..

..your potential is endless
like the sky.

You are the sun, radiate light..

..you are the river..

..don't you know?

Flow on..

..fly high..

You'll find your purpose where
you find your happiness.

Boys, how's my painting?
Take a look.

Beautiful, sir!

First prize, sir!

Great, sir!

Look, the path to the
skies is revealed.

And the little lost star
has been found again.

The world is awash in starlight..

..the universe is aglitter.

You are free to soar..

..unfettered.

What a wonderful morning
this has been.

As if past a mosaic
of coloured panes..

..l was transported
into my childhood.

Wonderful. l also got to re-live
the childhood of others.

George-sir has promised me..

..he'll take lessons
from Nikumbh-sir.

Right?

But not me alone.

Sen and Tiwari too. Their
paintings were the worst.

Okay, okay..

While on Nikumbh..

..there's good news. We don't need
to find a new art teacher.

Along with Tulips School, Nikumbh
will teach at our school as well.

Now, l'm going to announce what
everyone's been waiting for.

Let me come to the results
of the Art Fair.

Our special guest, Ms. Lalitha
Lajmi was in a real fix..

..caught in a dilemma between
two paintings.

lt was a tie.

She was saying..

..let both be named ''Best Painting
of the Art Fair''.

But that wasn't possible.

Because the winning
painting is to be..

..the front cover of
our school yearbook.

Now, we can't have two front covers.

So what to do?

Ms. Lajmi was in a real quandary.

But after much contemplation,
she arrived at her conclusion.

She chose..

the disciple over the teacher.

Yes boys, your Nikumbh-sir..

has been defeated.

And the student who
defeated him is..

..the little..

..nine-year old..

lshaan Nandkishore Awasthi of 3rd D.

Where are you?

come on my boy. Get up.

Where are you?

A big round of applause!

come on Rajan, say bye
to your friends.

lt's time to go.

Bye Rajan.. l'll miss you.

Here's your lshaan.

And here's his painting.

Just look at it, what a masterpiece

He's a very talented boy and..

..l'm really happy
to have him in my school

Have you met his teachers?

Not yet..

Please go and meet them. They will
give you the progress report.

Thank you so much. Mr. & Mrs. Dave,
enjoy your summer holidays.

Hello.. come in.

Mr. & Mrs. Awasthi..
lshaan's parents.

Oh.. lshaan!

Please sit.

Your lad? Mighty spirited
boy, l must say

What say Mr. Tiwari?

At first we thought that
he won't last here.

But then he showed such improvement.

Great! He has such a
unique perspective.

Well done.

Here's his progress report.

Now, that's progress. Maths,
grammar and what a painter!

A real discovery.

Your son is very bright.

l cannot believe this!

Thank you so much.

No, don't thank us. Thank Nikumbh.

That pied piper.. he really
turned the boy around

Lovely boys.

What happened?

l don't know how to thank you.

come on.

He's a lovely boy. Just
look after him.

come on.

Mama-Papa are waiting.

Hey champ

l'll miss you.

See you soon, after the holidays.

Off you go.

Bye Yohan.

Bye, sir.