A nostalgic look at schooldays and for three Asian lads at Harrow they were the worst rather than best of days. Attempts to find their own identity in hip-hop culture and music result in the predictable embarrassment that only adolescence can produce. And then there’s the mortifying parents, common to all cultures. For all who remember the pains of growing up, but particularly for those who are interested in how hip-hop translates into Gujerati.
