Taare Zameen Pe - A wonderful movie

Taare Zameen Pe -Wonderful Movie​

This is not a movie review exactly.So please dont judge this piece in that sense.thank you.


Yesterday, I went with my family, brother and bhabhi for this movie.Married daughter has come for a few days, and will again come after a year or so.What better to gift her, than a movie.I'm a cheapo ! Nope.I just see 2 or 3 movies a year , thats it,so its a big deal when i agree to go for a movie, and all the more so, when i propose to take them out for a movie.


Brother areached early, and he bought the tickets.That made things more better, as to watch a movie for free, the enjoyment is all the more better.And i was zapped to say the least with the movie.I am not prone to tears, but this movie touched a chord, as it must have in those of you who have seen it.And for a first time director like Aamir Khan, hats off to him really.



The boy was too good, and i feel those two teeth were justput on for the movie to make him look stupid.I loved the way they showed the initial reactions of the parents and the teachers, and how they later changed towards the boy.The teachers were too good too, and the drawing exhibition was too good, where the teachers are shown drawing as kids, and the total scenerio.And the last scene where the boy comes to hug Aamir,a drop just dropped from my eye, which i quickly wiped off.Macho old men dont cry, do they ?



And about Aamir.He being the producer and director, and he comes at the interval is commendable.Normally the hero wants to be in each frame,and here the boss lets others hog the limelight.Hats off Aamir, for making my day.One of the best movies ever.



The boy and his antics brought so many memories flooding back to this old man.The Gola, ah ! We used to get a Gola for 10 paise, outside our School where the fellow used to stand with his cart.First we used to tell him to put the red Sharbat, and after sucking it off, request him to put the yellow one, and the guy used to grumble good naturedly.



We used to stay in Sion,Mumbai, but study in OLPS Chembur.Mom used to give us 25 paise everyday.7 paise one way bus ticket,so 14 paise gone.And 10 paise fpr the Gola. 1 paise used to be left over, which every 15 days , used to collect and go eat a sada Dosa for 15 paise in the Udipi restaurant.And my maths is good even today, bcs everyday i used to count, till it came to 15,and off i would run like a king to have my dosa.This was mid sixties and the Bus No was 7, i think it still runs now, but from Colaba to Chembur, maybe beyond.



And that fellow making cycle from the sticky substance like glue, i dont know what they say , i forget the name.He used to have a big wodden log and on it wrapped was this sticky thing in stripes.He would make a cycle, or a plane, and itwas for 5 paise, and i would eat first the front wheel, then the second, then the handle.Still rember it, but not the name of it.



In the movie the boy bunks school and goes roaming in the city.With me something else happened.I overspent on some eatables,and i was left with only 6 paise, 1 paise short.I was too ashamed to ask the teachers at the bus stop to lend me a paise.They used to travel with me, everyday on the same bus back home.A teacher asked me why i am not coming aboard the bus, and i mumbled i am waiting for someone.I was around 10 or so then.



I was thinking what to do for a long time, and thought it better to walk from Chembur to Sion by foot, rather than asking a loan of 1 paise.I was very shy those days.And i started my walk at around 3 in the afternoon.Slowly and slowly i walked [passed Chembur Naka,Vijay talkies, Sindhi Colony, and up the Sion bridge.The strap of my bag broke, and i had to carry it in my hand, under the armpit.I must have looked quite a site.Around 6 in the evening maybe, i was on Sion Bridge, when Dad who was coming to pick me up,on being informed that i had not reached home, he saw me from the other side, in the cab.



He was so upset he cried on seeing me,and i was releived to see him , to say the least.And he took me to Chandu Halwai, the sweets shop at Sion Circle, and i had a couple of Gulab Jamuns and something else, and i was pleased as punch.Mom and grannny had been crying, fearing the worst, and i was very much pampered that day.Next day, mom came to school and told the story to my teacher, and was promised that she would keep an eye onme and see to it that i boarded the bus with her.And she was a pretty one, i hazily recall,but this was the last of it ever.



Seeing the teachers in the movie, i have written previously about them, and how good they were, rather most of them to all of us.I dont think there is that much commitment in them today , its all so commercial.Give tutions and make money, is the motto.



The caning we too had, and small offence had it on the straight side of the palm,then the back of it, and worst was if we had to be caned on our backsides which used to hurt a lot.But that did us a world of good,and we learnt not to repeat those mistakes ever.Today u touch a child, and the parents take u to court.So who bothers, what students do,that is why u see the 9 th std kid gettinga gun and shooting his friend in school.Horrible scenerio.



Sorry guys,i should not see a movie, otherwise i bore u with tales from my past, which are long gone and buried and should remain buried.these are the rambling of an old man , who can be excused.Thank you ladies and Gentlmen.


KAMAL MAHTANI

 

Aarushi,


Thank u for yr kind words.Even yr memories of yr childhood is so nice and lovely.This movie i suppose has brought about memories in everyone.Thanks and regards.kamal

 

Lakshmi,

Yes teachers then were different, and they had values.these days u know how it is.And htanks for yr kind comments.Regards.kamal


Puni,

That iw wonderful thing u said, that u will not put pressure on yr child.Same is the case here.I have two daqughters and i have never ever pressurised them in anything. i want them to flower,to study, have fun, watch TV,have friends, and not all the time studying, for some exam or the other.

Thanks and regards.kamal


Meeta,

Your chemistry class story , and yur childhood stories are so good , u can write a nice blog on that.And it will be a superhit on indus, i swear.

Im glad my blog brought out the hidden happy memories in u and in the other ladies out here.God bless u, and may u always remain as happy as a child.Regards.kamal