Chhalaang (छलांग)

Montu!

- Montu! - Hmm?

Wake up now.

You'll miss the assembly.

Five minutes more.

I said you'll miss the assembly.

Aren't you going to teach PT (Physical Training) today?

Bablu will handle it.

Anyway, he gets it done every day.

It's not like doing PT will help them become Bill Gates.

Who?

What are you doing?

Make them who?

Ambani, Mom.

Haven't you heard...

All play and no work makes Jack a dumb boy.

Drop it

This is Sehwag's Haryana.

You know how many gold medals Haryana's athletes win?

Yet you mentioned a cricketer.

Can you list any gold-winning athletes?

And Sehwag isn't from Haryana. He's from Najafgarh, Delhi.

I'm concerned about these kids' future,

that's why I don't waste their time with fun and games.

Just wake up! I have to boil the milk.

- Mom! - Wake up.

At least shut the door.

Good morning, Mr. Lawyer.

Good morning.

Good morning, Aunty.

I'm not your aunty.

You forget that you were Montu's teacher.

You are his Uncle!

Having young friends won't make you young.

What's got you so grumpy this morning?

And having older friends won't make you any wiser.

Come on, Mr. Lawyer.

What can you except from someone who has such a dufus for a teacher?

And on top of that a bachelor still.

Didn't get married himself and now isn't letting my son get married.

Mr. Lawyer, tell Aunty not to get personal.

I'm not a bachelor. I'm a widow.

Randawa.

What?

Mister, you are a Randawa.

Go and tell this tale to someone else, Shukla.

The truth is you are the one who has spoilt Montu.

Otherwise, he would've at least been a subject teacher by now.

Of course.

His mother also says Montu has spoilt Shukla,

otherwise he would have been a professor by now.

Right.

His mother addresses him as Shukla?

No.

- Come on, Mom. - That's just crossing the line.

What's this, man?

You are wearing shorts again?

At least get yourself a decent pair of pants made.

Why? When I can get two shorts made for the price of one pair of pants?

I'm saving money.

- Right, Dad? - Yeah.

- Look here Shukla. - Yeah.

Ran-Da-Wa.

A man whose wife is either dead or has left him.

Hold on. Where does it say, 'or has left him'?

Well, some things are not mentioned in here.

They are stated up here.

Aunty!

Make some stuffed flatbreads so that we can get going.

I'll smack him with my slippers if he calls me aunty one more time.

I'm telling you.

You keep saying it, but you never act on it.

I'll do it also.

Look, in English it means widower.

A man who has lost his wife.

Yeah, so widower sounds better.

But honestly, Randawa suits you better.

Dad, you aren't ready yet? Don't you have to go to work?

Court opens at nine.

But the kids must be lining up to hitch a ride with you.

Let's go, Shukla Ji.

- My lunch, Mom? - I'm dying to get out of here.

Talk some sense into him.

Bye, Aunty!

- I'll break your jaw. - You'll get beat up.

Ran-Da-Wa.

Wow.

Morning, Madam.

Is this the way to enter?

Did you measure that?

- And the length? - Yes. Hold here.

May I come in, Madam?

Yes, come in.

Morning, Madam.

What's this morning business?

Everyone knows that it's morning.

Are you too lazy to add 'good' before it, Montu?

Mahinder.

"Mahinder!"

I've known him since he was this big, running around the school in shorts.

Look at him. What impression will people form of the teachers in this school?

Where's the register? I need to mark my attendance.

You get marked present only if you show up on time.

Then mark me absent. I'm going back home.

Go ahead. I will cut your salary.

I'm allowed paid leaves by the Ministry.

You have already exhausted your paid leaves, kiddo.

When?

Check the register.

You didn't come at all last week.

Where is your signature? Show me!

Why do you need the signature?

Didn't I meet you every day last week?

Who showed the school to the wedding party on Monday?

Who finalized their booking on Tuesday?

Who got your car serviced on Wednesday?

And who decided the area for the wedding ceremony on Friday?

But you get paid according to what this register says.

And the register says that...

Come on, Madam. Since when can the register speak for itself?

Have you had a drink this early in the morning...?

I think you should let the register make the arrangements for the next wedding.

It will 'talk' to everybody.

Montu.

This is not right, Madam.

You are doing this just to give me a pay cut.

Here I'm thinking about coming up with a fake holiday.

So that we don't lose the booking on Thursday.

And you are bothering about such trivial things.

- Where are the mattresses? - What?

What will the guests think when they'll see old torn mattresses?

I'm the one who won't get the full payment.

I'm the one who'll suffer a loss.

Who will get the mattresses?

Yes, who will get the mattresses?

That's what I'm asking, who will get the mattresses?

You'll get the mattresses!

Keep it steady like this.

I have to say, Usha is very dynamic.

I mean when we were young, then also.

That's why she's the principal, man.

Anyway, talking about the past won't do us any good.

Sir, can I get a new leather ball?

Its stitches are coming off.

Hey Specky.

Yes, sir?

That one, shorty.

Play a little.

If you keep your head buried in books all day,

you'll soon have to replace those glasses with binoculars.

Sir, if I finish my homework now...

I can begin with next term's syllabus when I get home.

Take notes from him.

Want a new ball, huh. Go and study instead.

And listen, where's Bablu?

Busy playing hopscotch, with Pinky.

Romance is going to make these boys soft and their cheeks go pink.

Jump to two. Yes!

Come, let's play some Cricket.

This kid has become a Casanova.

Come on, come on, come on, sir.

Wear a helmet, Shukla Ji. You're about to face the Jajjhar Express.

Montu! Listen up, man.

I'm lagging behind with the syllabus of ninth and tenth grade.

I want your classes today.

Go on, they are all yours.

- Thank you. - Have fun.

- Get aside! - Dimpy!

Hey Dimpy!

Shukla Ji, try this sauce.

I watched a Masterchef video on YouTube and made it.

- Really? - Yeah.

Dimwit, you are just a cook.

Watching a Masterchef video on YouTube and making a sauce doesn't make anyone a chef.

True.

The name of the shop is Chautala and Sons, so that makes me its chef.

You are a cook.

And the name of the shop is Chautala and Sons, not grandson.

True.

- Chotu. - Yes, sir?

Hold their fritters' order.

They have had enough. It's time for them to go home.

- Oh, you felt bad about what I said. - No, I didn't.

Fine, I accept that you are Chautala and Sons.

Shukla Ji, he's Chautala and Sons.

- Yes, given. - Call for the fritters.

And?

And what?

Oh chef. I accept you are a chef, bro.

You are the best chef in town. Please get them.

- Chotu. - Yes, sir?

Get them.

Look, you've given two each.

Call for some sweets as well.

Shukla Ji, you are a limit.

Why don't you come once and gobble everything up?

Hello?

Why do you get upset over such petty things?

- I'm not getting upset. - What are you saying? Slow down.

- You're very dear to me - What?