(Pause: excuse me while a loud guffaw interrupts my writing.) On the other hand are the marginalisation of Neelima and Inder in the second half, and loose threads such as a vaguely mentioned back story between Shuklaji and Montu’s principal. On the one hand are Montu’s well-rounded, well-written relationships with Shuklaji and his father, and clever lines – some amusing, some hard-hitting – such as the play on words when Montu’s Dad mispronounces the English “widower” as “widovar” and explains it in these Hindi terms: “ voh var jo widow hai ” (a groom who is a widow). Following a further series of events, the film finally settles down as a sports drama.Ĭhhalaang is saddled with inconsistent writing. Through a series of events, Montu and Inder end up competing for their position in the school and for Neelima’s affections. Montu neglects his students but is startled out of his complacency one day when a dapper and committed Inder enters the picture.

This is not a profession he chose out of passion, but one that fell in his lap when his Dad (Satish Kaushik) asked a friend (Ila Arun) to give him a job, never mind what. When he is not intimidating and beating up hapless men and women whose behaviour does not conform to his idea of decency, Montu is a Physical Training Instructor in a local school. The woman he loves is Neelima ( Nushrratt Bharuccha ) and his bête noire is Inder Mohan Singh (Mohammed Zeeshan Ayyub). Montu, of course, is the central figure in all four. There is the immature contest between two grown men over “ naukri ” (job) and “ chhokri ” (not the most respectful Hindi word for “girl”). There is the fellow who takes his career lightly until life gives him an electric shock. There is the tale of the hypocritical conservative hooligan in small-town Haryana who gets violent with couples seen publicly hanging out together, until he falls for a woman himself. The Hindi title translates to “leap”, and that is what the film does for its first hour or so: leap from one topic to another to another, such that it feels like three or four separate stories sewn together by a tailor with unsteady hands.

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