Pasanga 2 (பசங்க 2)

And now the final event of our school's Sports Meet...

The marathon race is about to begin.

Whether you manage to complete the 7 rounds...

Or give up in the first or second round…

...that doesn't matter.

It's heartening to see so many participants.

Let’s wish the best to all the students participating in the marathon.

The event is about to begin.

Boys, listen carefully...

Get lost.

You shall abide by the rules.

Go on and run, boy.

You’re going to run? That’s an insult to me. Go away!

Particpants must take this seriously.

We all know why some boys are participating...

If you're here just to show off, leave the grounds immediately.

Check that out!

What?

If YOU manage to complete even one round, I will chop my ear off.

He’s going to run now? Dream on.

The marathon for boys is about to begin.

The boys are all set.

Our sports teacher has blown the whistle... The boys have started to run.

Wow! Our boys are running with a lot of energy.

They are running with the determination to win!

Our boys are pretty good.

Make way, boy. At least let the others run.

Round 1 is complete.

As expected, some 10 students have walked out.

Round 2 has begun.

...and our boys continue to run.

A group of 10 have given up.

Round 5 has begun.

Let's see how many make it past this round.

Here and there, I see boys crashing out in fatigue.

But a few students, relentless, keep on running.

Another 4 boys have given up!

Round 6 has begun.

If YOU manage to complete even one round…

This boy looks like a balloon, but runs quite well!

He'll get punctured now!

He might just win, eh?

No, no, no. Hold the applause now.

The boy who finished now is not the winner.

He has just started running his 7th round.

Quit it, that's enough!

Hey, Fatso! The race is over. Get off the track.

He’s running with great vigour to somehow finish 7 rounds.

He said I can’t finish even a single round.

I’ve completed 7 rounds.

Can't mess with me!

Our headmaster will now address the gathering.

Greetings, one and all.

Our school’s Sports Meet was a grand success.

I congratulate the boys and girls who participated and won in today’s events.

Our School’s Sports Committee has arrived at a decision:

To present a special prize.

It’s for our student who finished last in the marathon.

Named Tamizh Nadan.

For me?

“Why are they giving a prize to the boy who came last?”

“And a special prize!”, you may wonder.

Life is a lot like a marathon, isn’t it?

We all run towards success;

Some make it to the Finish Line. And some give up in Round 1.

When Tamizh Nadan ran, many cheered for him.

A few doubted him. And a few laughed at him.

Life works in similar ways.

Some will applaud you as you run; Some will laugh.

Our Tamizh Nadan ignored the jibes…

He preserved his self respect by running till the end.

He will go places in his life.

We conclude by saying, perspiration is victory.

We congratulate Tamizh Nadan and present him with this prize.

PASANGA 2

Good. The baby looks healthy.

Don’t miss the monthly check ups. Okay?

All the best. -Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you, Ma'am.

The baby is healthy.

Thank you!

Divya!

I’m coming.

Divya! Come soon.

It’s getting late.

Okay, sure.

Yes?

Akhil, what are you doing?

I am working, of course.

I’ll call you later!

Did you buy the saffron petals?

I forgot.

I forgot!

You forgot?

Akhil...

It’s easier to get admission at Akshaya’s school if we register online before the birth.

Already?

It’s the Number 1 school!

How did you rate it Number 1?

They charge the most fees. So they must provide quality education, right?

They even refused admission to the Education Minister’s grandson.

Mind it.

What’s the school’s site address?

He’s kicking!

He’s kicking, see?

Where? -He’s stopped now.

I’ve performed 160 operations on auspicious dates fixed by this astrologer.

He’s a lucky charm.

Wait and watch your life change.

I’m a little nervous about the operation.

This is easier than a normal delivery.

Oh, I see. -It’s the trend now.

What do you want your child to be?

Actually, a doctor.

Engineer? -Fine! A doctor.

Okay?

Doctor it is.

For a doctor…

Keeping in mind your birth stars…

October the 15th, at 10: 40 in the morning…

Undergo the operation and deliver the baby.

With the Taurus moon and Libra sun sign, the child will be prosperous.

You will lead a flourishing life, too.

Divya has delivered the baby.

What? She went into labour in seven and a half months?

No complications, right?

No complications. We ran a thorough check.

Show me the Apgar score…

The baby’s heartbeat, breathing, reflexes, sneezing and crying...

...are the five factors to evaluate the baby.

Your baby’s total score is seven and a half.

It’s half past seven.

Doctor…

He was born after seven and half months. His score is seven and half too.

The time of birth is half past seven too.

All this seven and a half... Isn't seven and a half a bad omen?

Only time will tell.

My name shall cause tremors!

I’m waiting.

Want to see me throw a punch? Huh?

"I have become a superhero; I am the strongest!"

"I’ll go exploring, just like Dora; Are there more places to go?"

"I can fight, zooming through the air; Ninjas don’t have rules"

"Short and sweet, like a Haiku."

"We will dance and sing, like heroes."

"I have become a superhero; I am the strongest!"

"I’ll go exploring, just like Dora; Are there more places to go?"

"Check out my hair's spike; I'm riding an air bike."

"My hands are my mic; That's how I speak."

"The sky is my paper; My pencil, skyscraper."

"I can sketch or paint; Or even throw it away."

"Rainbows... Are our rollerskates!"

"The moon... Is our vanilla cake!"

"I want an ice-cream ocean; And I want a chocolate nation."

"Examination nation nation nation... Don't want that!"

"Short and sweet, like a Haiku."

"We will dance and sing, like heroes."

"I have become a superhero; I am the strongest!"

She keeps talking back to her teachers.

Never obeys. Always “Why this, why that?”

We spend two hundred thousand per year on her.

What if this goes on?

Is your son hyperactive?

Isn’t that why he keeps shifting schools every year?

We’re closed for admissions this year. Maybe next year. All the best!

Your son argues a lot. He’s very indisciplined.

Please put him in some special needs school.

She’s hyperactive and restless.

She won’t sit calmly in one place.

Her eyes are always searching for something. She argues a lot.

The teachers say she’s a bad influence on the other children.

She’s so mischievous!

We’ve shifted four schools and four apartments for her.

Looking after her for a day feels like a year.

The idea of having another child gives me the creeps.

How does she study? And her speech?

She studies hard, but fails in the exams.

She talks just fine, Doctor.

We don’t even have answers for all her questions.

At school, they say something is wrong with her health, and to pull her out.

From what you’ve said, it must be either dyslexia or dyscalculia.

Kavin!

Kavin baby! Wakey wakey.

Let me sleep, Mom!

Wake up, honey.

Let me sleep on holidays...

Smells good!

Dear, brush your teeth before drinking coffee.

She keeps insulting me.

Mom! It’s JUST half past three.

Need to shower.

School is off. Let me sleep! -It's late. Get going.

I’m the Lion King. I swear on my Jungle, I won’t shower.

Swaying… in the rain!

Kavin... -Flying in the rain!

Kavin! -Swaying in the rain!

Come out, quick!

Kavin!

Won't you stop dancing?

Stop! I said, stop!