TZP

First of all a standing ovation to Aamir khan and the cast of taare zamin par for such a brilliant movie.

It is commendable that Aamir has made a film which is mostly non-commercial and which has touched the subject of parenting and children , which in view of the Gurgaon, Chennai and various other events where children have been involved as criminals and have attracted the limelight recently; in a beautiful and thought-provoking manner.

The movie is a reflection of today's society , with which people can connect easily, where a child can keep himself in the shoes of eshan, a mother in tisca's and a dad in the shoes of eshan's father.



Even though the mother of today is working or has an exposure/rendezvous in terms of a professional dimension(which was the target audience of the movie), she cannot detatch herself from her child, to analyze the problem/speciality. For her he is totally normal.So even though she is totally commited she channelizes his as well as her energies in the wrong direction, finally leading to her frustration. The child cannot tell her, sometimes he is under the wrong impression , as reconciled by Prasoon's eye-moistening lyrics ' main kuch na baloon , magar tu jaanti hai na ma'.He doesn't.




While the lady sitting next to me was rebuking eshan's dad, i could see in the character an Indian father who is aware of the competition and hence the misery which lies in the real world which is way beyond a child's dream world.He does not want his children to suffer as he had done, to slog during the day as he does, only to manage for his children a decent living.

He does not have much time left for himself , how can you expect him to analyze, distantly what his child actually needs ,where actually does the fault lie? Some may argue that can't a man find time for his children , who top his priority list? Well as was depicted in the film , a father always wants his child to be the winner....even if it means to be as hard as a coconut from outside. And sometimes , and more so often people forget what they had had in their minds when they had left their homes in the morning.And the only thing that they know, by what harshness this world has clutched them with, is that they want their children to be the best, they tell themselves this very thing time and again.

And as per the defination of a 'normal child' goes, as is presumed, understood and engraved in our minds,which we are made to believe that we are,though not just the normal, but the normal 'best',so that we can have a comfortable path ahead, the traditional, or the trendiest, or the highest paying , or the superficially attractive occupations are or sometimes have to be embraced,sometimes forcefully, from our childhood,and thus the genius that we were, in our own ways, in our childhood , be it in the field of instruments, even though we played awefully,or in the field of writing, even though our emotions were never understood by the literary meritoreous, or in the field of singing, even though we were cacaphonous, has to be killed.



And so we land up doing things that we did not want to. We just become programmed bots, who are competing for the best position, through their identical hardwares and softwares, which they have crammed and learnt.



And so the genius that the child was dies by his own hands.

The rising cases of teenage violence recently seen reflects the turmoil that takes place inside and which just finds an alternative vent.



The future seems dark, lest ,and hope, we find, in each home, teachers like Nikumbh, who teach children the art to live.

Why Exams????

To make students come out of their latent state.
To harass the students with workload.
To make students aware of their hidden capabilities of finishing a book in 1 night.
To force students to cram.
To make students skilled in answering(writing) questions.
To engage students to write their paper such that teacher has a nice weekend of fishing(the answers).
To make students ready for all challenges of academic life.
To kick student's asses so hard that they forget what pain is.

Distances

Distances grow.
You don't know how, or when, but they do.
You want something , in search of which you become so mad that you forget the rest , all that becomes your concern is the treasure that you want, you become a zombie.
But when you have found the treasure, in the return journey, you find yourself so alone , so lonely.
You know that you can reach out to your people , all you have to do is easily possible , but you don't.
You know you can steer the ship hard.....but you don't.
You feel like you have run out of steam.
You know that the horizon is near , you can see it , but you don't want to go any further.

You are the marine of the poem "the rime of the ancient mariner".
You kill the albatross with your very hands.
The albatross which had been your friend.
You repent for it.
And you suffer.

You know that you can repent....but you don't know.
Am I spreading the word?
Have i become the mariner?







PS: I know its cluttered and not clear......but i can't stop thinking.

And that's why they are gone

Ever wondered where have all the family planning ads that were aired on DD vanished?
Where have the autos with bold -"Hum Do Hamaare Do" gone?

For the past 1 and a half years I have been living in a village called Allahabad where from my point of view people wont mind having an intra family cricket match. But even here i cannot see none of these ads.

Well it all happened in the economics class. The point of India's manpower becoming an asset rather than a liability has lead to India's emergence as not only a political power but economic power as well. The teacher was babbling something about India now graduating from developing to a developed economy.She also but said that as we move forward we would be loosing our momentum.
Cheaper labor from other countries would outsource us.
In a few years to come we will have more jobs than labour.

And then was it that I announced in the class to have found out the real reason.....where they have gone.
The BBC (backbenchers) were caught by attention.
NO FAMILY PLANNING....I announced......NO....and they were shocked.....i like giving them some surprises......but they had not expected such in front of a teacher.

The teacher smirked...but she took me seriously for she was explaining people that i had foretold the future.....[:)]....she was saying that it will be true.
She said that some working couples not wanting children is a pointer.
Years to come and India will suffer only because it didn't have adequate population.

So people of India do I hereby request you to pledge your services to this country of yours...for which your forefathers had paid in blood.....and for the prosperity of which it is your duty to HAVE AT LEAST a cricket or a football or a hockey team(if you are overwhelmingly patriotic)....
but not a basketball one(remember to be patriotic).

I think the Allahabadi effect is catching on!!!














But then why are the contraciptives ad still there on DD???