My contribution to TZP!

Being an ardent SRK fan for so many years I was determined to ignore all those who praised Amir Khan and his work in comparison. It was the world’s way of shunning the priceless values of ‘Narcissism’ and the Bollywood icon of Narcissism- SRK. Ashamed as I am of myself, I had gone to PVR- Rivoli with my friends in a secret hope to see Aamir falter and fail in his debut as a director. I was pretty confident that I could come out of the theatre saying that well what we did was waste 3 hours in seeing the indulgence of a man pre-occupied with perfection, himself and ideals that well are good but do not connect with anyone expect himself.

How wrong was I? I was immensely glad to be a part of the audience that was witness to cinema that had a story, a message, visual and artistic brilliance all at once. I am not a mother. But I could feel for the mother, the child, the teachers, the students. Aamir managed to create a story and an ambience with TZP for the audience to empathies with almost all the characters of the film. There were no commercial trappings, no unnecessary frills attached to titillate the audiences. Nothing overtly dramatic or out of ordinary was injected in the film to make sure that your eyes well up with tears. The flow of tears was constant. There were situations which I remembered from school - some incidents where I was the victim of expectations, others where my classmates had difficulty comprehending curriculum.

The music, the lyrics, the filming of songs are done with such freshness and novelty that I cannot help risking to repeat myself in saying that they were brilliant. Especially the Maa song captures the dependence of a child on his/her mother so profoundly that we could identify with it being in our 20s.

Darsheel. What a discovery! Innocence personified, naughtiness incarnate, and at the same time vulnerability that could manage to make you feel for all the wrong that was being done to him without he actually realizing any of it.

Day before yesterday I would have fought till my last breath to argue that Amir is just hyped and not that good. Things changed yesterday when I saw Taare Zameen Par. And I like to believe that TZP was made this good by Aamir to prove his detractors like me wrong. And like a true Narcissist following the footsteps of my favorite actor SRK I take credit for TZP being this good too…

Kudos to Aamir my favorite director for many years to come.

What are we but our stories…

What are we but our stories…
A couple of words thrown here and there
What are we but our stories…
Some told some untold
What are we but our stories…
Few remembered most forgotten
What are we but our stories…
Some good some bad some awfully sad
What are we but our stories…
Songs, newspapers, books, letters
What are we but our stories…
Movies, diaries, plays, radio
What are we but our stories…
Anecdotes to be cherished
What are we but our stories…
Legacies to be inherited
What are we but our stories…
Scandals, fights, love, friendships
What are we but our stories…
Scriptures, religion, Gods, hymns
What are we but our stories…
Success, failure, fame, anonymity
What are we but our stories…
Happiness, sadness, ecstasy, melancholy
What are we but our stories…
Blogs journals, articles, poems
What are we but our stories…

What are we but our stories…
What a profound thought!
Think abut it.
Share your stories with the world because
What are we but our stories…