Thai Air

Nothing to write....... Just found these 2 flowers from Thailand in the corner of the hard-disk which was clicked 2 years back! The same flower is presented when you fly by Thai Air from BOM to BKK!

Aandhere see darta hu mai maa...

Early this year when Taare Zameen Par got released, I read the review of this movie in Times and inspite of a great review and amazing reports I always escaped to watch it. Last night when many of my friends were at Halloween party I got started with the movie Taare Zameen par and within no time my eyes were little moist and yes I don't feel a tinge of shyness in sharing this. This is the only movie I have seen which made me wipe my eyes. Sometimes the simplest of things strike that chord within you and you are a changed person... at least for sometime or some days or.....

Aamir, a genius to ever think of such a story..... So true.... so real and so sensibly made. I'm sure every child, every mother, every father can relate to this as close as if it was his own moments relived. Ishaan Awasti, a 9 year old boy, under such a perplexing state everyday living a challenged life, hidding away from the world and no one to understand and support. Even his mother couldn't understand what Ishaan was going through. What phobia prevails in his mind? What was he afraid of? Perhaps he was different… he was chosen to be different... he was meant to be different. Is being different makes him to be seen as his weakness?

I have too many questions in my mind at the moment. Feeling inside is very complex… the mood is retrospective… the screen moved me... the kid made me cry... his friends made me feel alone.... his failures made me look like a looser forever... every expression of his hits at a place where it hurts most. And then came a Messiah.. a hope.. a light.. a teacher in his life. Who made every black look white, every trough look for a crest, every sunset for a sunrise, every dusk for a dawn. He teaches, a weakness is not a disease… but is a mere weakness. There exists an antonym for it and it prevails in the lexicon for a reason. The reason being, change, change of perspective… change of surroundings… change of thoughts… a motherly touch and you are through. That is exactly what happened. The kid blossoms vibrant, shines, rejuvenated and is ready to live his life and when I say his life... I mean a life where he lives for himself... where happiness comes from taking a stroll on the road alone, looking at a splash of water for hours and wondering why it never repeats its shape, why A always comes before B, why does the school bus always comes 5 minutes early, why are we made to compete all our lives, why is there always an example for everything.. and in the midst of all these rhetorical questions.. I met a 9 year old kid who took 2 hours from my life, and taught me things that I will perhaps remember for another 9 decades to come…

Tujhe sab hai pata haina maa!