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Adit Lamba, 20 on 25

Chandraprakash Siroha, 17 on 25.

Gaurav Sinha, 19 on 25.

Ghulam Sheikh, 15 on 25.

Harish Gwalani, 18 on 25.

Hitesh Shah, 24 on 25.

Ishaan Awasthi...

3 on 25.

Fail! Fail! Fail!

Kewal Talwar, 23 on 25.

Mahavir Sinha, 18 on 25. Gaurav Sinha, 19 on 25.

Nimesh Desai, 19 on 25. Ghulam Sheikh, 20 on 25.

Nitin Rao, 16 on 25.

Harish Gwalani, 20 on 25.

Hitesh Shah, 24 on 25.

Ishaan Awasthi, 2 on 25.

Fail! Fail! Fail!

Kewal Talwar, 22 on 25.

Mahavir Sinha, 19 on 25.

Nimesh Desai, 17 on 25.

Nitin Rao, 18 on 25.

Sitting with your head in the gutter!

The bus has been waiting for ten minutes!

Can't you hear the bus honking?

We get late everyday because of you.

Let's go.

Kalyani Mohana Sahana Shyama.

Sheru! Johnny! Hi!

Hello!

Hey, no!

You want it? Take! Go take it!

Go and wash up.

Keep the school bag in the bedroom. In the bedroom!

Wash your hands first.

Put that down.

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

Ishaan, put that down.

Ishaan... Ishaan!

At least, turn off the tap.

These kids!

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

Did the teacher give them?

Inu, are you listening?

-Hi, Mom. -Yohan?

Drama practice cancelled.

Lily Teacher has the viral fever.

I topped in all subjects, Mom.

Algebra, Geometry, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, History, English, Geography--

Good. What about Hindi?

Second in Hindi and only by two marks.

How did you do, Inu?

You've almost cracked it.

Finish your homework first!

No, Ishaan! Your school uniform...

Cheater.

Look.

-Ball! Ishaan, get the ball! Quick! -One second, Sheru.

Over here.

Idiot! Duffer! Look where you threw it!

Now go and get it.

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

What are you looking at?

Don't you get it?

What are you looking at?

Get the ball. Move it!

What are you looking at?

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

What are you looking at?

What are you waiting for? Go and get the ball!

Ranjit, thrash him!

Ranjit! Ranjit! Thrash him!

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!

Ishaan...

Come here.

Come here right now.

But Dad...

Shut up, Yohan.

He even tore my shirt.

Yes, I'll get you a new one.

-And-- -He's lying!

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

Ishaan, Let go!

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

Ishaan!

This is the limit! Somebody complains about you every day.

Complaints from school, Complaints from neighbours!

You step out and there's a complaint.

If there's ever another complaint about you, I'll...

He's laughing shamelessly!

Shameless! If there's another complaint...

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

He's picking a fight right in front of us.

Did you see what he did to that boy? He tore his shirt.

Worship him, that's all you do.

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

-But Mom-- -Go, bathe. I'll get some antiseptic.

Okay, you want to fight?

Fight. Come on

Come, fight.

Come on, come.

Dad, where are you going?

Dad...

I'm going away. Forever.

Sorry, Dad. I'm very sorry. I won't do it next time, Dad.

Dad, I'm very sorry.

I'll never do it again.

Dad, please. I'm sorry, Dad.

Sorry... I won't do it...

Stop frightening the child.

Inu, Dad is going away for work.

Not because of you.

He'll be back by Sunday.

Any more cuts?

Show me.

5:00 a.m.

"Tie your laces, tighten that belt"

"Prepare for battle"

"Shoulder your burdens"

"With files in hand and firm resolve, We'll walk for miles"

"We'll take on the world"

"We'll stand our ground"

"It's the way of the world, Keep at it"

"Your goal beckons, Keep at it"

"It's the way of the world, Keep at it"

"Your goal beckons, Keep at it"

"They sleeps with one eye open, Falling behind is not an option"

"Work your fingers to the bone, Do exactly as you're told"

"Do exactly as you're told"

"They live on omelets, Vitamins and tonics"

"With strict regimen of work and rest, Striding, striving, forging ahead"

"It's the way of the world, Keep at it"

"Your goal beckons, Keep at it"

"It'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?"

"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"

Captain Ishaan is flying across in his aircraft!

"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?"

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

"Why this steady striving Towards a goal?"

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

Ma'am, hurry up! You're delaying us.

"Why is the world's motto..."

Come on. We're late everyday because of your boy.

"Why this steady striving Towards a goal?"

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

"Why this steady striving Towards a goal?"

We must also remember...

the old saying...

cleanliness is godliness.

On many occasions...

while doing rounds, I have also found...

that children don't keep the school corridors clean.

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

Hey, you! Unpolished shoes?

Out.

As you sow, so shall you reap.

Class, turn to page 38, chapter 4, paragraph 3.

We're going to mark adjectives today.

That goes for you as well, Ishaan Awasthi.

Page 38, chapter 4, paragraph 3.

Can I have your attention, Ishaan?

Ishaan!

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

Read the first sentence and point out the adjectives.

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

Come on, the rest of you, look into your books.

Read the first sentence and tell me what the adjectives are.

Okay, come on. Let's all mark the adjectives together.

Just read the sentence for me.

Just read the sentence, Ishaan.

They're... dancing.

Silence!

Speak in English.

The letters are dancing.

They're dancing, are they?

Okay, then read the dancing letters.

Trying to be funny?

What...

Her... At...

Read the sentence loud and proper!

What... At...

I said loud and proper, Ishaan. Loud and proper!

Loud and proper!

Stop it!

Stop it! Enough is enough!

Get out! Get out of my class!

Out!

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

Who wants to follow him?

I don't want to hear a titter in my class. Look into your books.

Shameless boy.

Open your books now.

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

-I don't want a sound from this class. -Yes!

Come on.

-Has everybody opened to page 38? -Yes, Miss.

Okay, settle down class. No whispering.

-Come on, who'll read the first sentence? -Miss...

Alright. Kewal, read the first sentence.

Punished again?

-You're always punished, duffer! -Hey, idiot!

Duffer! Why do you get punished all the time?

This one's a regular.

Shameless.

He gets punished all the time.

Go in now.

Hey, Ishaan...

Did you do your maths homework?

Did you get 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 I need, all I need..."

"All I need is..."

"To be free"

"A little sweet, a little sour A little close, not too far"

"A little sweet, a little sour A little close, not too far"

"All I need... Is to be free"

"It's close enough to touch"

"But disappears, like a mirage"

"A little sweet, a little sour A little close, not too far"

"It'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, I have a doubt"

"Let me in without a shout, Let me in, I have a doubt"

"There are more, many more, many more like me"

"Many, many, many..."

"I'm not alone..."

"Dream walking, wide-eyed"

"Stepping and stumbling"

Edwise.

"I'm not alone,"

"Dream walking, Wide-eyed..."

"Stepping and stumbling"

"Yet I have no doubt"

"Just like the setting Sun will rise again"

"My world once revealed..."

"Will astound everyone"

"Open-eyed how I run, How I run to the other side"

"Open-eyed how I run, How I run to the other side"

"Then I glide like a bird, I 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"

Yohan, Ishaan, wash up. I'm serving dinner.

Wow! What's this?

Superb!

Done? Let's see.

What handwriting is this?

What's this?

All your spellings are wrong.

Here, table is 'T-a-b-l'.

and 'T-a-b-e-l' over here?

And 'd' instead of 'T-h-e'?

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 to the next grade.

Will you like that?

Concentrate, son.

Stop with this nonsense and fix your spellings!

-No. -What?

No.

Ish... Ishaan!

Brother...

Go to sleep, Inu.

No stories tonight, I'm tired.

Brother...

I bunked school today.

What?

I just walked out.

When?

After the first period.

Why?

I hadn't done my maths homework nor did I get my test papers signed.

Where did you go?

Nowhere, I just wandered the roads.

The roads? Alone?

No fear.

Look at your guts!

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

You could've met with an accident, or got kidnapped.

Dad's not at home either.

Idiot.

Did you tell Mom?

-Should I tell her? -No, no.

Then what?

Write me an absent-note, please?

What?

Absent-note.

No way.

I'm not writing fake absent-notes.

Go to sleep, I'll tell Mom tomorrow.

Brother, please.

Please... Brother, please.

Absent-note, teacher.

Please excuse my son as he missed school on Thursday.

He has a cold, cough and fever. Maya Awasthi.

How are you feeling?

99 degrees. Go

Children...

Surprise maths test.

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

Take one and pass the rest.

Here.

Three times nine equals?

Fearless Captain Ishaan 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 Ishaan's firm grip on Earth.

Saved!

Hi, Jupiter. Bye, Jupiter.

Hi Saturn, having fun? Bye.

Nine? Nine?

Nine!

And now 3 is about to go into 9.

Pluto is destroyed!

It's no longer a planet.

Fearless Captain Ishaan has discovered the answer.

3 x 9 equals 3.

Time up.

Ishaan, how did the test go?

No fear.

Sunday.

Thanks, Yohan.

Inu, Dad's back.

Sport Sunday.

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

Bye, Dad. Bye, Inu.

Bye.

What did you get me?

That.

Strawberries?

And for Brother?

Same.

For both?

Wash them first.

Ishaan...

Ishaan!

Dad...

Dad, aquarium.

Dad, please let's go to the aquarium today.

Dad...

Dad.

We're going to the aquarium today, okay?

Maya, did Ishaan have fever on Thursday?

No.

What's this absent-note?

I didn't write this note.

Ishaan...

come here.

Come here.

Ishaan, come here, right now!

Come here.

What's this?

What's the meaning of this note?

Answer me, or I'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? Where?

-Let me. Where did you go? -If not to school, then where?

-Where did you go? -Answer God dammit!

-Bun... -What?

-What's he saying? -Bunk.

What?

You bunked school, Ishaan?

Bunked school and did what?

Where did you go?

On the roads.

On the roads?

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? Do you have any idea what could've happened?

Idiot!

What's going on? Did you hear that?

If he got lost, where would we go looking?

And who wrote this?

Who wrote this absent-note?

You can't write properly, bloody duffer! Idiot!

If you could write, you would pass!

-Who wrote this note? -Tell me, who wrote it?

Ishaan, this is the last time I'm asking you.

Who wrote this absent-note?

-Who wrote it? Speak up! -No!

Tell me!

No improvement in class-work or homework.

He's still where he was last year.

Books are still his enemies.

Reading and writing is like punishment for him.

Sometimes his English handwriting resembles Russian.

He repeats his mistakes on purpose.

He never pays attention in class.

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

"I'm thirsty, I want to go to the toilet."

"Thirsty, toilet..." "Thirsty, 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, I tell you, Mrs. Awasthi.

In fact, I 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.

If this continues, I'm sorry but I won't be able to help you anymore.

Maybe he has a problem.

What do you mean?

Perhaps, he...

Some children are less fortunate.

And there are special schools for such children.

Please buy one, sir.

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 of them?

Bloody nonsense!

Idiots!

What have I not done?

I sacrificed my career for the children.

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

"Ishaan! Ishaan! Ishaan!"

No, Maya. It's not your fault.

He needs something else.

Okay, I'll be there in the morning.

Thanks a lot, Suresh.

Thank you very much. Good night. Bye.

Done.

But in the middle of the term?

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

I'll meet the headmaster and pay the fees tomorrow.

No, I won't go!

-I am not going to go! -Ishaan!

Shut up and eat your dinner!

''I Won't go.''

Let's wait till next year...

I mean, he has never stayed away from me.

He'll have to learn.

You heard the principal.

Next year, she'll throw him out.

Where would we go then?

Look at him. 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's next?

Trust me, Maya. I'm his father.

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

Term begins after Diwali.

Please, don't send me away.

I won't go to the boarding school.

Dad, I don't want to go.

Mom, please tell him. I don't want to go to boarding school.

Please, I don't want to go.

Hush.

Mom? Mom!

-Ishaan? Ishaan! -Mom!

-Over here! -Mom!

Ishaan! Hurry up, Ishaan!

Ishaan, quickly!

Ishaan...

Mom...

Mom!

-Mom? -Yes, Ishaan.

Yes. Wake up.

Mom?

I'm right here.

I don't want to go to boarding school, Mom.

You have to.

I don't want to go.

-It's a nice school. -I don't want to go there.

I'm knowing, I'm trying, really. see..

A-B-C-D-L-M-N-O-X-Y-Z.

Really, I know it all.

I can learn more.

I won't even ask for firecrackers. I won't celebrate Diwali.

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

I don't want to go there, Mom.

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

-Admit it. -I'm not afraid.

You're afraid, I know it.

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

I'm not afraid.

He's crazy!

I won't go!

Left, right, left.

Left, right, left.

Left, right, left.

Left, right, left.

Left, right...

Your father tells me you're very stubborn.

Let's get one thing straight.

In this boarding school, we live only 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.

"I've never told you..."

"How scared I am of the dark"

"I've never told you..."

"How much I care for you"

Get changed for dinner. Come on.

"But you know, don't you, Ma?"

"You know everything..."

"My Ma"

"Don't leave me alone in crowds"

"I'll lose my way back home"

"Don't send me to places far away"

"Where you won't even remember me"

"Am I so bad, Ma?"

"Am I so bad..."

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

Come on.

Nine o'clock. Lights out.

Good night, sir.

"When sometimes,"

"Dad swings me..."

"Too high in the air"

"My eyes search for you"

"Hoping you'll come And hold me safe"

"I don't tell him"

"But I get petrified"

"I don't let it show"

"But my heart sinks"

"You know everything, don't you, Ma?"

"You know everything..."

"My Ma"

"I've never told you..."

"How scared I am of the dark"

"I've never told you..."

"How much I care for you"

"But you know, 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 Ishaan Nandkishore Awasthi.

Step forward. Come on.

Take your bag along.

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

beside Rajan Damodaran.

Rajan Damodaran always comes first in class.

I hope his company will have a good effect on you.

Understand? Sit down.

Today we'll learn about interpretation of poetry.

Page 28, 'Perspective'.

Rajan Damodaran, you will recite the poem...

and Ishaan Nandkishore Awasthi, you will interpret it.

Right?

Proceed, Rajan.

'Perspective'

'When I 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!

So, Ishaan Nandkishore Awasthi...

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. I mean--

What's all this "is and isn't''?

Minu Patel, you explain.

The poet says, when he sees the river

he sees the sky in it.

He demolishes the reflection using different objects.

And then we realise it's a river.

Good. Very good. Minu Patel, sit down.

So boys, 'When I look from above, you are a cloud-filled piece of sky.'

Actually, you explained the true meaning of the poem.

Others just said what they crammed.

Tiwari-sir is very strict.

So mug up what he says and repeat it as it is.

How come you joined in the middle of the term?

My father, he...

Come on. We have art class.

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

What do you mean?

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

I do not stay in here. My father is the school's estate manager.

I live in the staff quarters, with my parents.

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

Children, open your sketchbooks.

And take out your pencils.

Good.

Now copy the shapes without using the ruler.

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

Hey, new boy.

Eyes on the blackboard. Show me...

where did I make the dot?

Show us the dot.

Why are you staring like a frog?

Don't laugh.

Where did I make the dot?

Show us.

I don't see it.

You don't see it?

You can't see the dot?

-Satyajit Bhatkal. -Yes, sir?

Come here and show him where I made the point on the blackboard.

Now do you see it?

-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.

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

Go!

Forward march!

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

Ishaan, what are you doing?

Squad halt!

You're ruining the marching order.

Out!

Forward march!

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 together.

A preposition is used to describe the relationship

between a noun and a pronoun.

And an interjection is a word thrown in to express feeling.

Have you got it, Mr. Ishaan Nandkishore Awasthi?

"Why?"

"Why can't you?"

"Idiot!"

"Why can't you?"

"What's the problem?"

"Why are you so dumb?"

"What's the problem?"

"Why are you so dumb?"

"Why zeroes in math? And punishment daily?"

"Grammar pathetic and spelling all wrong!"

"Are you tripping?"

"Idiot! Duffer!"

"Lazy! Crazy!

"Idiot! Duffer! Lazy! Crazy!"

"Garbled sentences..."

"And answers all wrong"

"Why don't you try?"

"Why, but why?"

"Why can't you?"

"What's the problem?"

"Why are you so dumb?"

"You're a failure"

"Your handwriting is terrible, Your homework's incomplete"

"Why's your attention adrift?"

"Why?''

"Idiot! Duffer! Lazy! Crazy!"

"This child can drive anybody mad"

"Someone please call up his dad"

"What's your problem, son?"

"The King of the Morons!"

"Awful scores"

"Dreadful results"

"Does Geography make you dizzy?"

"Answer me, answer me!"

"What's the problem?"

"Duffer!"

"Five on the knuckles!"

"Why are you so dumb?"

"What's the problem?"

"Why are you so dumb?"

Idiot!

Ishaan...

Ishaan...

Ishaan, open the door.

Open up. Your brother is here too.

Talk to him.

Inu... champ, open the door.

-Inu! -Ishaan, please open the door.

Ishaan...

Ishaan... Listen, Ishaan...

What is it, champ?

Let's go.

I've taken permission from the house master.

Inu...

don't be angry anymore.

Come. Come on.

Yes. One extra mattress, please.

108.

Champ, see what I 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"

"I feel pain no more,"

"I'm numb"

"All feeling has left me, I'm empty"

"You know everything..."

"Don't you, Ma?"

"You know everything..."

Fevicryl Acron.

Ishaan, 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?

He's gone.

Holkar-sir is gone...

to teach all of New Zealand how to draw.

We've got a new temporary teacher.

I 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?"

"Look there, is that a tree?"

"Or a man covered by a cape?"

"Is 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!"

-"Do Re" -"Do Re"

-"Re Mi" -"Re Mi"

-"Mi Fa" -"Mi Fa"

-"Re Mi Fa So" -"Re Mi Fa So"

-"Shake it!" -"Shake it!"

-"Swing along" -"Swing along"

-"Shake a leg!" -"Shake a leg!"

-"It's fun!" -"It's fun!"

"Shake it!"

"Swing along!"

"Shake a leg!"

"It's fun!"

"Swing along, shake a leg, Have lots of fun"

"Swing along, shake a leg, Have lots of fun"

"Why doesn't the fish fly?"

"Ever thought of it?"

"Does the sun bathe everyday?"

"Or does it just wet his hair And pretends 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!"

"Swing along, shake a leg, Have lots of fun"

"Swing along, shake a leg, Have lots of fun"

"Why cram until your head is full?"

"Head is full, head is full!"

"In 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!"

-"I'm with you" -"I'm with you"

-"You're with me" -"You're with me!"

"You and me, let's all together"

-"Swing along and shake a leg" -"Swing along and shake a leg"

-"Swing along and shake a leg" -"Swing along and shake a leg"

"Swing along, shake a leg, Have lots of fun"

"Swing along, shake a leg, Have lots of fun"

"Why is the world so colourful?"

"Ever wondered?"

"Imagine..."

"Choosing these colours so lovingly..."

"Someone has decorated This world with them"

"So beautiful is our universe"

"I suspect its creator Is surely an artist"

"So free your mind"

"Spread your wings"

"Let the colours fly"

-"Come on, come on..." -"Come on, come on..."

"Let's spin new dreams!"

"Swing along, shake a leg, Have lots of fun"

"Swing along, shake a leg, Have lots of fun"

"Swing along, shake a leg, Have lots of fun"

"Swing along, shake a leg, Have lots of fun"

"Swing along, shake a leg, Have lots of fun"

"Swing along, shake a leg, Have lots of fun"

"Have lots of fun!"

Here's one for each of you.

Draw, paint, do whatever you like.

Till then, I'll 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. In 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 Ishaan Awasthi.

Thanks.

Where have you been?

Your mother called.

Wait by the phone. She'll call again. Go.

-Hello. -Hello?

Is Ishaan Awasthi there?

-Yes, one moment. He's here. -Okay.

Here.

Hello, Inu...

Say hello.

Look, Inu...

we can't come on Saturday.

Your brother has his inter-school tennis finals on Sunday.

I know you're very angry with me.

Mom is very bad.

I'm very sorry, Inu.

But what can I do?

Yohan is very tense about the final match.

Will you talk to Yohan?

Here, talk to him.

And wish him all the best. One moment...

Hello, Inu?

Hello? Inu, are you there?

Inu, I'll miss you at the finals.

Hello?

Hello, Inu?

Inu?

Son, talk to me.

Hello, Inu?

Hello?

Ma'am, he left.

-He left? -Yes, ma'am.

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. It's meant for books.

So where do I keep these?

Return them to the boys. What's the point in keeping them?

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.

I believe you sang and played a flute in the class yesterday.

Yes, I sang, played a flute.

If the kids are happy, I'm happy.

But our students aren't like those kids.

What do you mean?

Don't you teach in Tulip School...

to those mentally retarded, abnormal kids?

Experiment all you like, in that school. What difference will it make?

They have no future, anyway.

No seriously, Nikumbh.

This is a formal school.

Your singing-dancing style of teaching 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.

Hail Hitler!

Mr. Tiwari, it's time for you to learn German.

What happened, Ishaan?

Okay... It's okay.

Slowly, children.

Hey, listen. Where's your friend?

I don't know. He just suddenly disappeared.

He must've seen his new boring art teacher coming here.

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

-What's your name? -Rajan Damodaran, sir.

Rajan, what's up with Ishaan?

Sir?

Is something troubling him? He always looks so frightened.

He wants to go home.

-Why? -He has just joined.

In the middle of the term?

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. I know.

And blind. Blind to the internal beauty of beings.

Who did you run into there?

Myself.

It's like seeing myself in the mirror.

Is that so?

I've always asked you to look into the mirror.

You're not too bad to look at.

Jabeen, he's in danger.

Who?

Who is it, Ram?

A boy in that school. He must be eight or nine years old.

Doesn't say a word. He's always depressed and frightened.

His eyes, screaming for help.

I'm afraid, he'll drown.

Sir.

Yes, Pradyumna?

-Come on, it's time for the rehearsals. -Let's go.

Hey Sahil, how many days to the show?

Two.

Yeah. Let's go for it.

Today, let's 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.

Tulips School Annual Day.

"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" -Yohan, hit it!

"And in the dream an angel rises"

"Like fountains of colour"

-"Like butterflies upon blossoms" -Come on, Yohan! Focus!

-"Like love which is selfless" -Shit! Yohan!

"They're surging waves of hope"

"They're the dawn of dreams"

"And eternal joy"

"Let us not lose these..."

"Little stars on earth"

-Three cheers for Naveen! Hip hip... -Hurray!

-Hip hip... -Hurray!

Sorry, Dad.

"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.

I teach at the New Era School in Panchgani.

Come in.

-Are these his third grade books? -Yes.

Who did this?

Ishaan did.

Ishaan?

Ishaan 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..."

"Let us not lose these..."

"Let us not lose these..."

"Let us not lose these..."

"Let us not lose these..."

"Let us not lose these..."

Can I have some water, please?

Why did you send him away?

Why?

There was no other 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...

and disobedient.

I want to know his problem. You're telling me the symptoms.

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

I 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.

Here.

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

'S' and 'R' are inverted. Like several others. Look.

'h' and 't'. Mirror imaging.

Three different spellings of 'Animal' on the same page.

So, it's not as if he remembers a wrong spelling in particular.

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? Is he a dumb, is he lazy?

No.

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

When you read 'A-p-p-l-e', you imagine an apple in your mind.

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

In order to read and write, it is essential

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

Ishaan is unable to fulfil this basic requirement.

Rubbish. These are just excuses to avoid studying.

Please read this, Mr. Awasthi.

How can I? It's in Chinese.

Come on, concentrate.

-What nonsense! How can I read this? -You're being insolent.

Your attitude is wrong.

-I-- -You're misbehaving.

This is exactly Ishaan's predicament. Inability 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, paragraph 4, line 2.

Confusion.

Or, poor fine and gross motor skills.

Does Ishaan find it difficult to button his shirt or tie his shoelaces?

Yes.

Yohan, if you throw a ball, does he catch it?

He can never judge the ball.

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

By the time he figures out the size, distance and

speed of the ball, it's too late.

Just think...

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

Can't do his daily chores.

He 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 I can't, I'd rather say, ''I don't want to.''

Kids learn it from the adults.

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

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

It's very sad.

But why Ishaan?

There's no answer to that.

It's a neurological disorder, it 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 that my son is abnormal, mentally retarded?

You're a strange man.

Look here, Mr. Awasthi.

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 I look for?

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

Am I to feed him all his life?

I know.

It's a merciless, competitive world out there.

Where everyone wants to breed toppers and rankers.

Everyone wants top scores.

Medicine, engineering, management. Anything less is intolerable.

95.5 percent, 95.6 percent, 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.

If you fancy racing, breed racehorses not children.

Forcing your children to bear the burden of your ambitions.

It's worse than child labour.

And what 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.

Ishaan...

Look, he's smiling!

Here, take this.

No, don't touch that.

What did you do?

Ishaan's first day at school and...

Oops! His first puddle.

Bye, Inu. Bye...

Don't cry, love.

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

Don't cry, Inu.

Catch him! Catch him!

Put these pants on him.

Friends, today I'll tell you a story.

About a boy.

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

He 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.

While the alphabets did 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.

The Brownian motion, the photoelectric effect.

For which he was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1921.

Tell me, what's this?

Plane!

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? In 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?

My name is Ram Shankar Nikumbh.

Ishaan, switch on the light please.

Who lit up the world with electricity?

Edison.

Thomas Alva Edison.

Absolutely right, Ishaan. Very good.

Poor chap couldn't get his alphabets right either.

Sit down.

Leave the lights on.

Let us bask in Edison's glow.

Okay!

Everyone knows this guy.

Abhishek Bachchan!

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

Now he's rocks!

"We rock it, we roll it..."

And there are more.

Pablo Picasso, famous cubist painter.

He never understood the number 7.

He used to say, 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.

Imagine, a writer who couldn't read and write as a child.

But why am I 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 as 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!

Ishaan, wait.

Rajan, go on.

You know, out of all those people, there's someone I 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, I too had a learning problem.

My father never understood me.

He thought I was being naughty...

making excuses for not studying.

He had written me off.

What can this duffer, an idiot achieve?

Well, here I am, Ishaan.

Shall we?

Did you go to my house?

Look at that!

It's moving.

Wow!

Wow!

Look at that boat.

Lovely! Lovely!

Who made it?

Is it an airplane? Can it fly?

Will it fly?

Who made it?

Is it an airplane?

Is the principal inside?

-Yes, sir. -Don't get up.

Good morning, sir.

Yes, Nikumbh. Come in.

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

Ishaan Awasthi. 3rd-D. He's a new student.

I know.

Other teachers have complained too. Sit.

I 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.

I am sure you must be aware about Dyslexia.

-I see. -Yes, sir.

You've made it easier for me, Nikumbh.

I was wondering what I'd tell his father.

He was referred by a trustee.

Good.

Then a special school is the right place for him, right?

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.

In fact, my students at Tulip School have every right to be in any school.

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

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

It's another matter that a very few schools follow it.

Nikumbh...

Tell me, how will this boy 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. It's impossible.

Sir, it's not a big deal.

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

Besides...

he has to only pass in these subjects.

His true calling lies somewhere else.

Really?

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.

Here.

Look at this.

-Here. -This depiction of battle.

The 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 and his spellings be ignored.

Let him be tested verbally.

Knowledge is knowledge, oral or written.

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

Gradually, it will improve.

I hope we don't cause permanent damage...

on advice from a temporary teacher.

'A' - Apple.

'A' - Apple.

'E' - Elephant.

'E' - Elephant.

'B'

b, d, p, g.

Mat.

Mate.

Big enough...

to sail our boats.

-There lived a family of frogs... -There lived a family of frogs...

-In a well. -In a well

Music in the, moon... light.

Mighty... nice.

Mighty nice?

Very good. Now add three.

Very good. Add five.

-Where are you? -Plus seven.

Very good. Now, subtract eleven.

...said Henry.

They set off to...

A nose between each pair of eyes.

Noses! Noses! Every size!

'The cuckoo is the queen of the birds. Have you ever heard her lovely voice?'

Yes!

Yes!

Sinbad was dazzled...

by multi-coloured...

lights.

Were made of cake and chocolate.

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

What?

What is this, sir?

A painting competition. For teachers, students, everyone.

Wow! For the entire school!

I want all of you to come, okay?

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 all drab, dull colours.

Excuse me.

Mr. Awasthi, please come in.

Guys, I'll be back in a bit.

Come in.

Have a seat.

Sorry, it's a little cramped.

-How come you're here? -I'm on a business trip.

-Did you meet Ishaan? -Not yet. I will.

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

My wife has been surfing the internet.

She has read all about Dyslexia.

I wanted you to know.

Why?

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

Caring.

It's very important, Mr. Awasthi.

It has the power to cure.

A salve for pain.

The child feels wanted.

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

Son, I love you.

If you have any fears, come to me.

So what if you stumbled, failed. Don't worry I'm there for you.

Reassurance.

Caring.

That's what caring is. Isn't it, Mr. Awasthi?

I'm glad to hear that you think you care.

Well, I should get going.

Mr. Awasthi...

has your wife read...

about the Solomon Islands on the internet?

I don't know.

On Solomon Islands...

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 to their heart's content.

They curse it.

In a matter of days...

the tree withers and shrivels.

It dies on its own.

Come...

one...

come all.

Teachers...

and...

students...

at...

am... phi...

thea... tre.

Amphi... theatre.

Amphitheatre.

On...

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 as emerged winners...

and the world was amazed.

Wow, what a sight!

-Hey, Nikumbh! -Sir.

-Welcome, sir -Here I am.

You have finally convinced me to become a Sunday painter.

Welcome, ma'am.

-This way, sir. -Sure.

Are you okay?

Where's your Ishaan?

I've been dying to meet him.

I don't see him.

Rajan, where's Ishaan?

I 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.

Nikumbh, I've decided, I'm going to make a wordy painting.

I'll fill my painting with alphabets.

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

Nikumbh...

I'm here just to show my face to the headmaster. Only for five or ten minutes.

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

-Where do we sit? -The kids will take you to your seats.

Kids, come here.

Take your teachers to their respective seats.

Careful...

Take it easy, I'm coming.

Jolly good, I say.

Bless you.

It's a pleasure.

-So nice to see you. -Nikumbh...

Sir...

Our special guest for today, Lalitha Lajmi.

Teacher, painter, my guru.

-Greetings. -Greetings.

Thank you for coming

Have you seen Ishaan?

-No, sir. -He must be with Rajan.

-Where is he? -I 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 surprised?"

"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"

"Why are you so surprised?"

"You're here a guest, At nature's behest"

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 candy-floss, Spun of hopes and dreams"

"Savour it and hoard it In the palm of your hand"

"If there is thirst in you..."

"You'll find a rain-cloud Just around 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"

"Why are you so surprised?"

"You're here a guest, At nature's behest"

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

Beautiful, sir!

First prize, sir!

Great, sir!

"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"

"Look, the path to the skies is revealed"

"And the little lost star Has been found again"

"Has been found again"

"The world is awash in starlight"

"The universe is aglitter"

"You are free to soar..."

"Unfettered"

"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"

This has been such a wonderful morning.

As if past a mosaic of coloured panes...

I was transported into my childhood.

Wonderful!

I also got to re-live the childhood of others.

George-sir has promised me...

that he'll take lessons from Nikumbh-sir.

Right?

Yes, sir!

But not just me.

Sen and Tiwari-sir will have to join me.Their paintings were the worst.

Okay, okay...

While on Nikumbh...

there's a good news.

We don't need to find a new art teacher.

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

Now, I'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.

She was caught in a dilemma between two paintings.

It 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.

We can't have two front covers.

So what to do?

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...

Ishaan Nandkishore Awasthi of 3rd-D.

Where are you, Ishaan?

Ishaan, come on my boy. Get up.

Where are you?

Sir! Ishaan Awasthi!

A big round of applause!

Come on, Rajan. Say bye to your friends.

It's time to go.

Bye...

Bye, Rajan. I'll miss you.

Here's your Ishaan.

And here's his painting.

Just look at it, what a masterpiece!

He's a very talented boy.

And I'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. and Mrs. Dave, enjoy your summer holidays.

Hello. Hello, come in.

Mr. and Mrs. Awasthi, Ishaan's parents.

Oh! Ishaan!

Please sit.

Your lad? Mighty spirited boy, I 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. -Absolutely!

Your son is very bright.

I cannot believe this!

-Thank you so much. -Thank you.

No, don't thank us. Thank Nikumbh.

That pied piper! He really turned the boy around.

Lovely boys.

New Era High School.

Hey...

what happened?

I don't know how to thank you.

Come on.

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

Ishaan, Yohan!

Come on.

Mom and Dad are waiting.

Hey champ.

I'm going to miss you.

See you soon, after the holidays.

Off you go.

Bye, Yohan.

Bye, sir.

Thanks to all those children, parents and teachers, who shared their lives

with us and opened windows for us to see clearly.