Today is Dol...well, almost Holi, because officially 20th March just got over, so by the time my post gets published, it will be 22nd March. As usual, I spent an hour getting smeared with colors, and managing to smear some as well. Personally, I prefer playing with aabirs [ the powdered version of colors, and I feel they look more beautiful in the end. I really do not like those water based colors which people forcefully smear on your whole body , leaving you pink and green, and often black, for a whole week. The trick of those colors is that the more you apply water to wash them off, the more they spread over.But well, when it is a community enjoyment, and the majority prefers to look like they have just come out of the coal pit, you really cannot help but get into the gang... right now, I am looking like a nightmare :) , with 50% of the color still sitting on my face and hands and other parts of the body.I made myself some vegetable pulao for lunch, accompanied with IFB Prawn pops, and took a nap after the hard days work:) I spent the evening watching Taare Zameen Par. Yes, finally, I have managed to watch the film, courtesy my friend Bikram, who found me a pirated dvd of the movie. Am I that busy so as not to be able to go to the cinema hall and watch the movie? Not really...but I just couldn't find the right time. In fact, I did try one day, but unfortunately, the multiplex had canceled the show I had targeted for some unforeseen reasons.So, I finally managed to see the film, after everybody around me has viewed the movie at least more than one time.Perhaps it is a co-incidence, that I watched TZP on the event of Holi...both are about colors and hues of life. I am totally overwhelmed after watching the film. I know everybody has already written everything about the film. But I still wish to write the same things here once again. I salute Aamir Khan . I salute his sensitivity and confidence. He was courageous enough to make a film on a topic, about which half the movie going population didn't have any idea until they went inside the hall. Even I knew so less about dyslexia, except a vague idea a bout the term. It is slightly slow paced, but the slow speed actually helps in registering little Ishan's helplessness. A few days back, in some tv programme, I had seen a viewer who had come just out of the hall, to say that the film has turned him into a better father. I think he spoke out his heart. The film teaches you so many things about life and parenthood.Here I must write a few lines about Aamir Khan. I never was a great fan of his chocolate kid look:) until I watched Sarfarosh. I still remember I was quite taken aback when I found he was playing the role of an IPS with such a dash !! I think that was a turning point film in his career. Since then, I have started liking Aamir Khan a lot- he seems to have started growing suddenly, morphing out of that college -lover boy dancing around trees behind pretty girls. He has since then, proved himself to be not only a sensible actor, but someone who dares to dream differently and take chances in a world, where nobody generally wants to come out of their set moulds. He is a commercially intelligent actor :)
