Udaan (उड़ान)

Not so fast

Come on

Climb Fatso, climb.

Don't fall on us or we'll die.

I'm slipping

Put your foot here.

Now go.

Go on you cow...

Careful

Easy...

Fatso, you eat too much.

I got tired giving him a leg up.

You're no less...

Did you see yourself?

At least I did it on my own.

He almost crushed us.

Did you see his legs dangling in mid air?

I'm hungry...

Forget it fatso. We're already late.

Thanks to this idiot, I've started pronouncing it

'Filum' instead of film.

Walk on the side.

Four tickets please...

Quickly, give me your money.

Here... - Twenty...

My twenty...

You? - Don't have any...

You're so cheap...

Why are you always like this?

Keeps eating, that's why...

Lets go, quick...

Hurry hurry...

It's just started.

Look at those...

Here Fatso.

This is a grape...

A very ripe grape...

Her name is 'Desire'

And she desires...

A young and handsome man...

Look at that...

Who will love her...

And enjoy the juice of this grape.

What a beauty...

Look behind... - Why?

There's another movie going on.

Where's your wife?

Uncle!

Excuse me.

Yes?

You are very beautiful...

Oh Shit! - What?

It's Mr. Rathod. The Moustache.

Run! It's the Moustache.

Bengali get up.

Look who it is...

Stop!

Run Fatso! Run fast.

Stop!

Come on, fast!

Stop! Benoy...

Benoy... Rohan...

What was Moustache doing there?

Watching the movie, what else?

Did he recognize us?

He was calling you by your name, idiot!

Benoy... Benoy...

Oh shit! He has a moped.

Should've punctured the tyres.

Why didn't you think of that before?

What if he complains?

If we reach school before him he can't do anything.

Run. Come on, run Manu...

This time we're dead.

Don't think too much...

What happened? - Lets see...

Don't...

He twisted his ankle.

And no one here to straighten it out.

Shut up Bengali.

You guys carry on. I'll get back on my own.

How? Will you fly?

Moustache will get you expelled.

And he'll throw you a parade?

Come on, lift him up.

Walk slowly...

Slowly...

Gently...

Oh Shit!

Run

Come on. Hurry!

Benoy... do something...

Fatso lift his leg...

Hurry, you fat cow.

Run run run

See you at school!

He's gone...

What did you do, Junior?

Didn't finish my tasks.

That's it?

They sent you to Heady for that?

And what did you do?

Went to town for a film last night.

Then?

He broke his leg.

So?

Our luck ran out...

Now?

Don't know...

You got caught?

No. We're here to kiss Heady.

What will your father do?

Break whatever bones I have left.

My father will send me to my grandmother in Singur...

to study in a government school...

if it still exists...

My father will be reading the news...

He'll ask, "You're home?"

I'll say, "Yes, it's vacation time".

He'll ask, "When do you go back?"

I'll say, "When they phone."

So?

We don't have a phone at home.

And you?

Rohan...

The boy is asking what your father will do.

No idea...

I haven't seen him for eight years.

Why?

What was the name?

Whose name sir?

Name of the film.

Rohan?

Sir?

Kanti Shah's "Grapes."

Last year you left all the taps running...

We had to evacuate the whole hostel.

No sir, that was two years ago...

Last year it was the fans...

Sorry sir.

I just spoke to your father Muninder.

We got a phone at home?

Shut up!

What did my father say?

He's coming to get you himself.

He's going to kill me sir.

Please... one last chance...

Stand straight.

Yes

This is the third time you've been caught.

Your parents have been informed.

They're waiting for you at home.

You are expelled.

No Sir please Sir.

Dismissed. All of you.

Rohan...

I'm sorry.

Excuse me sir?

Please ask Mr. Rathod who the lady was?

The one whose blouse he had his hand in?

Please sir.

Where's Rohan?

There he is...

Scared?

We had to leave sometime...

Couldn't stay in school forever...

Want to hear a poem?

Sure...

Tiny scattered moments,

Sprinkled on the garden of memories.

Strolling, bare foot, on them,

It feels we've wandered too far...

Now we can't remember, where we left our shoes.

Our heels were soft when we got here,

They still feel tender.

And they will remain fragile,

Till those bittersweet memories,

Keep tingling them.

True, we've forgotten,

Where we left our shoes...

But now it seems, we don't need them anymore.

Liked it?

Did you understand it?

We should've watched the whole film...

Come to Bombay.

I'll show you Paris Hilton's sex tape.

I'll miss you guys...

We too, pal.

Okay, then...

Take care...

You look after yourself.

You too

Take care, man.

Take him home carefully, Moustache.

Does your wife know about the woman whose blouse you had your hand in?

Idiot...

What?

Go.

The beauty has vanished

Like smoke into thin air.