It is January again - my blogging month! This time however there was an important difference. I didn't have to look for a topic. It stared me in the face.
Here's an extract from my self description on orkut:
I never imagined a Hindi movie could stir me up as much as
Taare Zameen Par did. For that matter, I never imagined a Hindi movie could make
it to my 'About me'. I am not claiming it is the greatest movie I've ever seen
or something - it has quite a few stereotypes and dramatizations, and the
subject matter has hardly anything stunningly innovative for me - but it's true
that it left me in a rare state of turmoil...
And that somewhat summarizes my initial reactions to the movie.
I don't keep up with Hindi movies much, so I wasn't even aware that such a movie was in the making. I returned from Goa on the 19th, and some time after that, mom said to me: "There is this movie Taare Zamen Par Aamir has made with children. Remind me to check it out." Over the next week I went to college several times for a Stat project, and we made vague plans of watching the movie at Sonali, Dunlop. On Friday, 28th December, I was woken at 1 pm by a phone call from Bhaswar, and was told to reach Sonali for the 1:30 show - first show of the second week. I sleepily dressed, and got in five minutes late, just as Ishaan came home from school.
When the movie was over at ten past four, none of us four (Abhishek Nandy and Ghoshal besides the two of us) had cried of course. You don't cry in company of ISI people. Oh never! We are supposed to be too intellectually developed for crying. Even if some of us had lumps in their respective throats (like I did) during the Maa song, they never let the others know it. But I was vaguely aware of being hit by something. And I had taken one resolution though - I'd have to watch it again, this time with my parents.
That was exactly a month ago... [to be continued]
