Hindi Medium Page #12

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"Happiness is miles away."

"My eyes looking for

the light in the dark."

"Hope is

what... dwells in my heart."

"I'm not giving up... no

matter what the world says."

Three cheers for the children.

- Hip-hip...

- Hurray.

- Hip-hip...

- Hurray.

- Hip-hip...

- Hurray.

And now three cheers

for the children of...

Bharat Nagar Government School.

Hip-hip...

Hip-hip...

No 'Hurray'?

Oh, my poor child...

Call security.

if only you went

to an English school.

What nonsense. Get down.

Speak in English, madam Principal.

I swear I am going

to speak in English today.

English... English... and only English.

Because English is India...

and India is English.

If a Frenchman or a German speaks wrong

English, we don't have a problem.

But if an Indian

speaks wrong English...

then he's considered useless.

Hopeless... no value at all.

Don't come near me... don't touch me.

I'll tell my story... let

me tell my complete story.

Then you can touch me.

Don't come forward, go back.

If I reveal my true colors,

I'll beat the crap out of you.

Get back. Get back.

All my life I spoke Hindi,

and my wife spoke English.

There she's

sitting in the back side.

Mitho, raise your hand up.

There.

We've big cars, big homes.

But our English

vocabulary isn't too great.

People laugh at us.

Doesn't make a difference to me.

But it does to my wife.

She tried really hard...

to change my style...

look a little hi-fi, sophisticated.

But I failed, sweetheart.

Now don't ask me the

spelling of 'sophisticated'...

because I don't know.

Parents want to imbibe their

children with their abilities...

but not their abilities.

So we thought if she studies in this

school, she will be sophisticated too.

So we did everything for her.

We pretended to be poor... we

lived in Bharat Nagar society.

Stealing, fraud,

cheating... everything. Everything.

And we got admission... through

the underprivileged quota.

Stealing

the rights of these kids.

And I thought what right?

These kids

will study with our kids?

They will

wear soiled clothes, steal.

Say cuss words...

Teach our children to fight.

But these children just proved.

If these children get

admission in this school...

then the sky is the limit.

You're not doing them a

favor by giving them admission.

In fact,

they are doing you a favor.

How to stay happy without tabs,

tube... gadgets.

My daughter

didn't learn that at school.

Less is more.

Sharing is caring.

Children are made

to memorize all this...

but Bharat Nagar taught

us how to stay true to it.

My daughter

learnt it from this kid.

We stole his rights.

But we won't

give them admission here.

Why?

Because of parents like

us... who are willing to do fraud.

And principals like her... who

are ready to steal their opportunity.

She isn't just a

principal... she is a businesswoman.

Education isn't what it was,

it's a business now.

But I won't educate my child

by snatching someone's right.

She can study anywhere... but

not in this school.

I'm taking my child

out of this school today.

Sorry, Mitho.

Ladies and Gentlemen: I would

like to apologize to all of you...

for the rantings of this man.

I love you, Raj.

Let's all focus on

why we've gathered here.

We're gathered here for the

betterment and future of our children.

By the way,

you two took a brave decision.

Sacrificing your daughter's

seat... for a poor kid.

There are many other schools.

We'll keep trying.

She will definitely

get in somewhere.

Why anywhere else?

- We'll send our daughter to your school.

- What?

Like you said,

government schools are in a bad shape...

because no one wants

to send their kids there.

Yes.

So we'll send Pia to your school.

- Go dear.

- Yes...

Come, dear... come.

Bye, mama. Bye, papa.

Bye, dear.

Bye.

You decided to send

her to a government school!

She will turn out to be like me.

I want Pia to be like you.

Someone who's confident, sensitive,

willing to fight for

the rights of others.

Stop it... I am not used

to listening to praises, Mita.

Then get used to it.

And stop calling me Mita.

- Mitho is fine.

- Come... Mitho.

"Now whatever you at bae."

"You can make the whole room stare."

"But you know that my favourite."

"Is when you are

rocking that desi swag."

"Suit suits you."

"Suit suits you."

"Suits you.."

"Suit suits you."

"You look like a Punjaban."

"You look very beautiful."

"You look separate from all."

"Suit suits you."

"You look like a Punjaban."

"You look very beautiful."

"You look separate from all."

"Suit suits you."

"Suit suits you."

"The sound of your anklet

has caused devastation."

"Guys are asking from

where has this girl come."

"The sound of your anklet

has caused devastation.."

"guys are asking from

where has this girl come."

"Everyone is falling for you."

"Suit suits you."

"Now whatever you at bae."

"You can make the whole room stare."

"But you know that my favourite."

"Is when you are

rocking that desi swag."

"Ooh your little black dress."

"It don't do it for me."

"You know how to impress."

"Just give it to me."

"No jeans, no dresses, no tees no."

"My queen she's in a saree, yeah."

"Now keep it desi."

"Like you are in Delhi."

"You gotta rap the team shotted."

"I know the flexing mad as me.

You should be checking."

"Coz, I want to make you my Rani."

"Rock with me."

"Hey.."

"Keep it desi."

"Queen."

"When you wear black,

yellow and red suit.."

"the heart of the

guys slips from the chest."

"When you wear black,

yellow and red suit.."

"the heart of the

guys slips from the chest."

"Guru(THE SINGER) is afraid

to say what's in his heart."

"Suit suits you."

"You look like a Punjaban."

"You look very beautiful."

"You look separate from all."

"Suit suits you."

"Hey.."

"Now keep it desi."

"Till you feeling that.."

"That suit, you look so good.."

"Now keep it desi."

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