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has less friction,

so the wheel moves faster!

That's Physics.

Tamannah... when do you add

salt to your ladies-fingers?

At the start?

Never at the start ma'am.

Always at the end.

If you add it at the start,

it gets watery and sticky.

Adding salt releases moisture

in anything. That's Chemistry.

If you ask me, you're all

experts of your own subjects.

But there's one more thing

you're all masters of -

Of blaming your situations.

Open the last page of your notebooks.

Take 10 minutes and think...

...about the one thing

that you fear...

...hate about yourself.

Now write it down on that page.

Come on!

The story of your life is stuck

on this page... full of your fears.

But if you accept this fear...

this truth...

...will become the wind

beneath your wings. Hmm?

Come with me!

From today, these fears will be

your strength... not weakness!

Let them go,

and you will fly with them.

- Thermometer please.

- The Infra red one.

- Sir, the Basketball.

- Take it.

Sir, we need the weighing machine.

The eight seas,

and a million skies.

You have to scan,

with your own eyes.

Search your heart,

and dust your soul.

Look under every rock,

leave no stone unturned.

Who's unwell?

The basketball.

Behave yourself Akshay.

Spread your wings,

see how high you soar.

Spread your wings,

see how high you soar.

When the ball bounces,

potential energy transforms

into kinetic and heat energy.

Why can't our experiments

be like that?

Yes sir, it's the same syllabus no?

Why can't we also have some fun?

Excellence, my dear,

is not fun...

it's hard work.

St. Notker's has great

expectations from 9A,

not 9F.

Let's go.

To this world,

you pay no heed.

Your crazy heart always was...

...and still is a crazy breed.

You have to change minds,

make them come around.

In the sky,

you're gonna break new ground.

Spread your wings,

see how high you soar.

Hold the beaker. Stretch it.

Water attracts water - Cohesion.

The thread attracts water - Adhesion.

A broken clock,

can also chime...

...twice a day, it's right on time!

Let the heart sing,

don't you shut up.

Don't hold back, it's just a hiccup.

Bro, is there Cohesion between you

and Natasha or Adhesion?

Spread your wings,

see how high you soar.

Did you guys know!

At the time sailors and captains

didn't have a compass...

...they placed their hands

like this to find their way.

The Pole star showed them the way.

What is this?!

Sometimes I feel, all Wadia sir

cares about is marks,

and this stupid Project!

Listen. He just wants us

to be the best, you know.

In fact we should feel lucky

that we have him.

Yeah. We're luckier...

but they are definitely happier.

Come on, come on.

Come, come, come.

Thank you, ma'am. Bye.

Hi!

Hello.

You... err, going home?

I'm working on the science project.

It's almost done.

Want to see?

- Huh?

- Want to see it?

- Ya, ya.

- Let's go?

Come.

Please come na...

See...

Look here...

we've put solar panels here.

And you know photo-voltaic

principle...

Don't bother Natasha -

they won't understand all this.

Maybe if it was a 'solar slum',

they'd get it?

Akshay!

So how's your basketball training

with that 'Naina madam' going?

The solar panels in your model

are facing in the wrong direction.

The panels should face south...

like windows used to, of the houses

in Greek and Roman cities!

Your Sun's position is fixed.

Just tilt your solar panels

by 19 degrees. Hmm.

Tamannah!

How did you do that?

I mean where did you learn that?

While playing basketball.

Hey Akshay!

I'm not getting this equation ya!

Don't know what's wrong,

maybe the data is wrong?

Hang on.

I think you should try Planck's

equation, not Einstein.

Give me.

So Planck's equation

has 'h' as a constant...

I'm trying, but it won't fix.

Try this once.

It's an adhesive.

What's going on?

Hmm?

What's this?

It's mine.

We use it to fix a tyre puncture...

at my cycle shop.

My team and I are making a project

for the 'National' Science Fair -

not fixing tyre punctures here!

I'm sorry, did I puncture your ego?

It's a good thing you know

how to fix punctures. No?

Get out!

Aatish, are you crying?

You mad or what?

Hey Killam, do you have sunglasses?

What for?

There's too much light coming

from there man! I think I'll go blind.

Oh! It's from the Prefect Badge!

Must be Wadia's wedding gift

to his young bride!

You saying Akshay is Wadia's bride?

"Sir, sir, how can I keep

my badge shiny and bright?"

"Well son, every morning

when you wake up, kiss it once...

like you kiss my bum!"

Aatish... Aatish.

Aatish. Stop it, stop it. Aatish!!!!

You two! Back to the class!

Ma'am, why're you taking his side?

Let it be Killam.

She's the same as those

other teachers!

Aatish, I heard what you said

to Akshay!

Just like Wadia sir has made up

his mind, to single out 9F,

you too have made up your mind

to humiliate Akshay.

Then why do you keep crying that

'St. Notker's will never accept us'...

'9A will never accept us'?

Don't make me say a word more.

Go back to class!

What will you say anyway?!

Can you even speak properly?

You'll hiccup 4 times

before you say 2 words.

I don't even know

if this is a school or a circus.

Aatish!

You two, go to class,

go to class right now!

You should've slapped him, Ms. Mathur.

I've never raised my hand

on a student till date.

But don't worry, 9F deserves it.

Am glad you've finally realized it.

9F. They're not fit to be students.

You know what Mr. Wadia.

There are no bad students -

only bad teachers.

Whatever happened... or happens,

is between 9F and me.

That's between them and me.

I am still their teacher

and they're still my class.

- Hi... so my order you've got

a little well done. - Ma'am?

Same for me please.

And give me some of that mash.

Ma'am, what would you like to have?

Umm... I'll have...

I'll have...

Pasta. Fettuccini. White sauce.

Grilled Chicken, no Pepper.

She's allergic to Pepper.

Okay.

Right!! I remember.

- All right, sir. Thank you.

- Thank you.

Your restaurant's getting

quite popular.

I checked online... good ratings!

You should come sometime.

If you have the time, that is...

Naina, thanks for inviting me.

Wasn't me who invited you.

How's school going Naina?

Does it matter?

Can't we speak normally?

Normal!

Dad, this is my normal.

I don't think you can handle

my normal.

What exactly is your problem?

My problem is that...

I don't need you to place

my order for me,

and I don't need you to get me

a bank job. I just want you to...

Just calm down. Calm down.

- Birthday Cake.

- Please come.

Fine.

Cut the cake first, and then

each other's throats?

Let's just all pretend

to be a normal family.

Blow the candles first.

Didi? Hard luck.

No, no!

Sorry.

It's okay. Even Papa will

remember this birthday.

- Good morning, sir.

- Mr. Wadia, all set?

- Absolutely sir.

- We're waiting to see it!

Yes, sure.

Good morning.

Yes, Akshay. You may begin.

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