Sunday, December 23, 2007

The Forest of The Night

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

The hour is right for some cliché’s. It’s always a bit difficult doling them out. Time is bound to be wasted. Yawns are hardly stifled. Eager eyes are disappointed. ‘A’wed fans are let down. But habits die hard. Especially the ones meant to be done away with. So here goes.

It’s not always that movies make you think, leave alone dream. It’s not always that you find it hard to find flaws in one. It’s not always that you sit down to write just after being to one. It’s not always that you begin to believe in cliché’s. Unfortunately.

The dimwit here is talking about Taare Zameen Par. But he is not here to tell you whether Aamir Khan did a great job. Neither is he going to discuss whether the cinematography was spot on. He is here to do almost everything else. The movie seems like a must for everyone who has ever been a student; trying hard to fight the system which slowly subdues any voices or ideas that one might muster. The system which systematically suppresses any creativity one might have, while honing one to be a part of the flock of sheep. Then again, it’s not just about that. One must watch it if one has ever been a son or a daughter or a parent. If one has ever believed in oneself. If, in the stead, one has ever lost track of everything worthwhile.

We strive hard to find messages in cinema. For once, can we just let it be? However, it’ easy to give in to cravings. I did not resist. What was the movie about? Was it about letting people reach for their dreams? Was it about treating everyone as different, if not special? Was it about ignoring the mad rat race and following the heart? Was it proving the point that not all people are meant to be great, intelligent beings; some are just meant to be even greater, more intelligent beings? Or was it about helping (if only sometimes) the cause of people who are children of a lesser god? The movie WILL be interpreted in different ways. After all, the world is the color of the looking glass we see it through. Cliché dictates I should suggest you to watch it. It just might be able to convince you to do something you have always wanted to do.

Salt flowed freely on either side of me. Mom. Dad. Unknown Aunties. I fought hard. But then thought otherwise. The world will revert back to its old ways. Parents will stop being suspiciously polite to their kids. Their kids will stop painting on the canvas of their imagination. My canvas shall lose its umpteen hues and turn into a dull grey of monotony. Life will turn a full circle. A time of a Thousand Whispers will pass. But that shouldn’t stop us from expecting a change. Or should it? I believe, in the end, we all must walk down that road; the one which runs through The Forest of The Night. The one which compels us to face our demons. The one which will help us in finding our angels.

I do KNOW this is crappy. But the thing had to be got rid off.


  1. I am still speechless after having seen that movie. What was it that I watched on the screen - its wasn't someone acting - twas more like life 'frozen' in frames and it was so natural as if I was watching somebody..

    Some movies leave you appalled - this was one of those kinds.

  2. Appalled isnt word you meant I think. Anyway,I was ridiculously touched by the movie. The scene where the kid runs to Aamir after getting his prize. Priceless. Spectacular.

  3. The movie to me, as I had said, seemed very sensitive and sensible. Though clichéd and predictable. And yet very beautiful. I've to savour it again.
    And for once, could you do without this:
    "I do KNOW this is crappy. But the thing had to be got rid off."
    Or are you really so convinced Siddharth?

  4. sorry...a speling mistake there...

  5. to the A-fan

    believe me. i do mean it when i say it.

    to the placid man

    i think aamir khan is the only "actor" worth being called an actor in the hindi film industry. we must of course not forget the actors of the yesteryears. but these days, i believe it's just him.

    to the meds

    my fav scene was when ishaan's brother loses the tennis match. it was something inconsequential to the bigger scheme of things. but it's so representative of how things are.

  6. a little crappy, yes...but ok