This Mother's Day, Orchids unveils the mirrors of educational philosophy
Celebrating the powerful role mothers play in shaping their children's lives,
Orchids The International School
launched a new film this Mother's Day titled "Weapons of Maa's Destruction: Behind Every Champion".
The film is a tribute to mothers everywhere who navigate the delicate
balance between discipline and nurturing
their children's innate sense of wonder. This two minute tribute portrays the playful and heartfelt moments of motherhood—whether it's cleaning up after curious adventures, calming creative chaos, or guiding little hands and hearts with patience and care.
Saurabh Jha, vice president marketing, Orchids The International School, said, "This Mother's Day, we wanted to honour the maternal instinct that knows when to set boundaries and when to break them down—an instinct that recognises curiosity not as defiance but as the foundation of all learning.'
'This mirrors our
educational philosophy
at Orchids, where we believe that nurturing a child's natural inquisitiveness in a supportive environment creates not just successful students but compassionate, innovative human beings,' Jha added.
With beautiful cinematography and a moving musical score, the story is told through the eyes of children whose innocent adventures lead to household messes. As they hide in closets, under beds, and behind curtains—seeking refuge from expected scoldings—the camera lingers on their anxious faces, capturing the universal childhood moment of waiting for the consequences of curiosity.
The film shows how these mothers, after discovering toppled plant pots or crayon drawings on freshly painted walls, pause just long enough to gather their thoughts before their faces soften.
In a series of heartfelt scenes, we see them gently coax their children out of hiding—not with scolding, but with open arms and kind, understanding smiles.
The film ends with a powerful image: the same children who once hid now run toward their mothers, seeking not just forgiveness but support in their adventures. It's a touching reminder of the trust that grows when discipline is balanced with understanding and encouragement.
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