From meeting by chance to sending umbrellas in the rain, it is a fairy tale childhood sweetheart. The Raj couple in "Starting Line", a pair of beautiful people in the eyes of relatives and friends, have a prosperous business and a good living, but perfectly interpret the banana green of the middle-class Indian family. From cholera to addiction, Mingyan hides sadness, like ashes thrown into the Ganges River, making the originally crystal clear water murky and deep.
Although material is abundant, he is still like a field mouse after the frost, keeping an eye on any resource. For example, enrolling her daughter for school, instantly predicting the family background of her future son-in-law, and then showing her wolfishness, stepping on the shoulders of the poor and climbing up. The two of them pretended to be poor and cute, and after cheating to get the admission qualification, they were as happy as winning the first prize, with envious eyes full of foreheads, packed home, and generously gave a reward to the public elementary school.
The children received brand-new desks, chairs and textbooks, and friends came to the door to thank them. Catch up with Raj at home alone. Hearing the doorbell rang, he opened the door in his silk pajamas and his slippers. As soon as they met, the two were stunned on the porch. Raj faltered, his friend looked up and down, patted him on the shoulder, and said jokingly: "It's really you, Raj, here to be a servant!"
"Yeah, the master is very generous and treats me like a brother." Raj, as expected of a big businessman, greeted his friends with a haha. Immediately after returning to the house, he entered the play, grabbed a rag and began to wipe the floor. While pulling home, while beating around the bush to support friends. At this time, the housekeeper pushed open the door and came in. Seeing that Raj was wiping vigorously on the ground, he hurriedly put down the vegetable basket and grabbed the rag in his hand, and his friend was suddenly curious. The housekeeper shouted from the master to the left and the master to the right. Raj was sweating with anxiety, and winked desperately. The housekeeper was puzzled, and the scene froze. The friend watched with interest, the brows gradually wrinkled, and the simple faces showed confusion, doubt, shock, grief and anger one after another, and finally settled on despair, the desperation of the child when the child was abandoned by his parents. He stormed out the door and rushed to the school in a rage to expose it. On the way, I happened to meet Raj's daughter, and when she saw the girl's pink face, she couldn't help but stop. The girl smiled and threw herself into his arms, her hair curled against his neck, and she called out to her uncle in a milky voice. He lowered his stiff arms, wet his tattered blouse with tears, and turned away quietly.
Raj and his wife rushed to the school on their hind legs, watching the hunched back of their friend and standing there for a long time. Raj was silent for a while. His wife looked at him with a solemn expression and seemed to have a premonition. She stood in front of him and begged timidly: "Raj, please, don't do anything stupid." Raj turned sideways and wiped his shoulders. And out of date, Shen Sheng responded: "I'm sorry, I have to go!" Then he left his wife and broke into the principal's room. Without waiting to ask questions, he confessed one by one how he exploited the policy loopholes, replaced the admission qualifications of the underprivileged children, and was willing to accept punishment.
Unexpectedly, the principal who had torn up the recommendation letter from the Prime Minister's Office and drank the bribes from the office had a calm face without a trace of turbulence. After listening to Raj's confession patiently, she slowly said that she had taken notes and copied homework for her classmates of the second generation of the rich since she was a child. They took over the banner of their father's generation, and for the sake of the family's successor, they turned their heads and begged themselves, how could they bear to refuse? After all, he blamed Raj for not knowing the whole, living up to the goodwill of his relatives and friends, sacrificing his children's studies, and not being a qualified father.
Raj was stunned when the headmaster spoke earnestly, and almost fell off his chair. Reality is like an iron wall, he paced back and forth in the deep corridor, feeling lost, not knowing what to do. Fortunately, he met the dean of the dean who visited his home. The dean could not rub the sand in his eyes. After learning about it, he volunteered to help him invite the students from the public school to stand on the stage and perform the superb Bharat dance. After dancing happily, the students stood in the center of the stage, with innocent faces, looking forward to the teachers present. Raj jumped onto the stage and, surrounded by children, gave a generous speech to all parents, teachers and students.
He talked about his own upbringing and questioned why Indians can't speak English well and are just dwarfs? He criticized the principal for rejecting students from poor families, betraying her mother who was a maid for her to study, and being a teacher in vain. The principal sat with a look of disdain, pouted, and said nothing. The parents in the audience listened quietly, as if touched and worried. Only his wife stood up to applaud him. With sparse applause, Raj left angrily. With the consent of his wife, he went through the transfer procedures for his daughter, and joined the children from the slums to enter a public elementary school. The public principal also personally came to pick up the children on the bus. Holding his wife, Raj waved as he watched the school bus drive towards Sunshine Avenue, proudly speaking Hindi, leaving the so-called family and celebrity circles far away.
The film raises the credits to the cheerful tara drumming.
As a parent, there is no one who does not protect the calf, but "sharing is caring". Raj is tired of Yangjingbang, who has a sloppy accent, and can't bear to invade his friends' educational resources. Even if he can afford admission to the top schools in Delhi, he can afford to let it go. It's just that he can afford a suburban villa, hire a housekeeper, and travel in an imported car, so why doesn't he sign up for a special class for the baby? And then spoke for rural teachers and empowered the brand business with the spirit of charity. Dengue fever ravages the slums, why do the authorities ignore it and want to covet our Karakoram pass?
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