Hindi Medium Page #3

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- Oh man...

- Who told you to eat that?

Listen...

Don't serve your local stuff

in the imported whiskey bottles?

Don't be so stressed,

Mitho... it's a party.

Let's have some fun.

I didn't throw this party for fun,

sweetheart?

- Chill out.

- It's for Pia to make new friends.

- She will... she will...

- So that she can mix with the crowd.

Chill, sweetheart.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

- Yeah.

- Suris are here.

- Oh, okay.

Come, Raj.

Leave that.

Come-come-come...

- You.

- Hi, Kabir.

What are you doing here?

Well, you invited Ayaan

so his father will come along too.

Oh... I see.

- Hi.

- Hi...

This is my wife, Aarti.

- Hi.

- Hello.

My husband.

- Myself Raj Batra.

- Hello.

Owner of Batra Fashion Studio.

Here you go...

This is for you.

Ohh... thank you.

What would you like to have,

my dear?

Please... everything's imported.

I'll have a Mojito.

Hey man... come here.

Ask her what she wants.

- Do you drink whiskey?

- Yes.

- How about a large?

- Sure.

Come on, I'll make one for you.

Come...

Come here.

So, you guys know each other?

Just went to the same college...

Come in,

please... don't just stand there.

Yeah... come.

Papa... papa... papa... it's our song.

"I stay awake at night missing

you and counting stars."

"I cannot stop

my tears of sorrows."

"I stay awake at night missing

you and counting stars."

"I cannot stop my

tears of sorrow."

"Your love makes me suffer!"

"Your love makes me suffer!"

"Your love makes me suffer!"

"Your love makes me suffer!"

Oh no!

Wait, I'll be right back.

I'll fix the fuse.

Oh, God... not a blown fuse...

What are you doing?

What happened?

There's no blown fuse...

I turned off the electricity.

Why?

What was that awful dance

you were doing in there?

Its Pia's favorite song.

She's having so much

fun... everyone's having fun.

No one's having fun,

Raj... they are making fun of you.

I don't know why you

don't understand this.

You're out of Chandni

Chowk, Raj, but...

Chandni Chowk isn't out of you.

This is terrible.

- Fine, I won't dance...

- Please. Please. Don't...

For my sake.

Fine... Come,

let's get back to the party. Come on.

- Let's go upstairs.

- Just a minute, I'll be with you.

You go.

- Chill.

- Raj, I said I am coming.

Fine.

I didn't expect that.

- Come on...

- Once more.

Once more... once more...

No more dance.

- Come on.

- Come on, Raj.

- No more dancing.

- You dance really well.

Well... I've been

banned from dancing.

- Hey mister, change the song.

- Okay sir.

- Play something else.

- Sure.

Mom.

Mom.

What happened?

Why are you crying?

Weren't you playing?

- No one's playing with me.

- Did you fight?

No, I didn't fight.

Okay, stop crying.

I'll go ask why they

are not playing with you.

Come with me.

Hey, kids.

Hi.

- Why don't you play with Pia?

- She talks in Hindi.

Why don't you talk

in Hindi as well?

Mom says don't talk in Hindi.

But Pia's your best friend, son.

She just wants to play with you.

I also want to marry him...

- but for that we need to talk.

- She's got a point.

Come Ayaan, let's go home.

Why do you forbidding the

kids from speaking in Hindi?

Is it a bad habit to talk in Hindi?

No-no-no, it's not a bad habit.

- But it's not allowed in their school.

- I see...

But this isn't school,

you don't need to worry so much.

I know.

But you don't need to

worry about school either.

You can send her anywhere.

It doesn't really matter.

Meaning?

I mean... you guys own

a shop in Chandni Chowk.

And your kids will also continue

doing just that.

But our kids can't do that.

We send them to top

schools of Delhi...

so that they can do

something when they grow up.

Build their future.

Pia will definitely do

something with her life too.

And your kids aren't the

only ones going to 'elite' schools.

Soon Pia will be going there too.

Come, Pia.

- What was that?

- 'Elite.'

Mom, it's hurting.

Pia, from now on only English.

Mom, it's hurting.

Delhi's biggest

race begins tomorrow.

And I am not

talking about any marathon.

I am talking about Delhi

school nursery admissions.

Fourteen schools will start distributing

their forms from tomorrow.

Let's see which

parents win this race.

- Is there a queue?

- Yes.

- Queue for the admission?

- Yes?

- For the admission form?

- Yes...

Hey mister, these 253 people

don't enjoy standing in a queue.

- Right.

- Come on... behind me.

What?

- You're no. 254.

- Did you come early morning?

Yes, I came at 5 am.

I've been standing

here since 4 am.

I got in the queue at

12:
00 am... haven't moved since.

You haven't gone

anywhere since 12:00 am?

- I came prepared.

- This is madness.

It's not madness,

it's school admission.

- Hello.

- Raj. What about lunch?

I had a big portion of

pushing and shoving, sweetheart.

Guess there's still more to come.

Is the queue that long?

Yes it is that long because

there are so many quotas.

There are quotas for the

alumni, a quota for siblings.

Ordinary people like us are just

condemned to standing in queues.

And even if we get the form admission

will be on the basis of observation.

Observation?

Observation is another

word for interviews.

Keep moving mister,

this is not a barber shop.

Oh, I see!

Okay... just get the form.

We'll see what to do next.

Mom.

You studied at Delhi Grammar School,

didn't you?

Can you put in a

recommendation for Pia?

Admission in Delhi Grammar School?!

Okay...

But such an approach...

can be more

negative than positive.

- But...

- So you can't help, right?

Did I say that?

There's a way.

I am sending you the

number of a consultant.

Consultant? For nursery admission?

Trust me... she's helped

a lot of parents get admission.

That's your sheet, Mrs.

Batra, and that's yours.

10:
00 am will be a

basic math class, okay?

And at 12 will be a

swimming class at the club.

At 2 English class.

At 4...

basic good manners and habits...

What's she saying...

- Is there a problem?

- No-no, it's nothing.

Okay. At 6 o'clock is the

Art and Music class at the Gallery.

Actually... all the classes

are so connected...

I mean... when will she eat or sleep?

When will she eat or sleep!

Like I said

before... you're too late.

Parents book me during pregnancy.

During the first trimester.

Pregnancy?

Your kid has a lot of catching

up to do. You understand, right?

- She's a bright kid.

- Of course.

She won't need all these classes.

Pia... Pia, come here child.

Come, dear.

Tell her a poem, child.

- Tell aunty a poem... poem.

- English poem, Raj. English poem.

Tell her a poem, child.

Two lines at a time.

- Come on, child...

- Come on.

Come on, child...

Children always humiliate

you at the right time.

Come on, dear...

She keeps chanting all the time otherwise.

But never when we tell her to.

- Come on, dear...

- It's okay.

She will when she is ready.

Come.

- You know, we've all kinds of toys here.

- Thank you.

Sensory toys,

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