How often we see movies, which not only get the intellectual/critical acclaim but also get across the general masses effortlessly by putting a strong message in a creative way? I believe rarely. Taare Zameen Par is one such movie, which not only is a masterpiece of direction, cinematography, screenplay and performance but also makes us realize the spirit of freedom, the sense of colours and the desire within every human being.
Most of us while watching the film will feel that this is the story of our own house; this happens with us in school, our dad speaks in the same manner; very minutely each and every scene of the movie is created keeping in mind the regular trend in every household, now and then experiences in school, neighbourhood, and of –course as Aamir says, “in this competitive world.”
The movie is about suppressed aspirations, imagination and innocence of an eight-year-old boy who is forced to live up to the standards set by the society, where every one has to live up to the expectations of others, where for any one to ‘fit’ in it has to think the way and work the way others are doing.
There is just no room for people who want to think differently or who choose not to be a part of this ongoing rat race. The rule is that either you are in it or else you’re non-existing.
Nikumbh Sir, in the movie says, “97.5% , 96.7% , 95%, isse kam tu gaali ke barabar hain.” Similarly I use to think what will happen when everyone will start scoring 100%, in a tussle to be the topper, this day is not far. In this country intelligence is counted on marks you get, no matter the topper has spent all the night rutting the answers, we never look beyond it, teachers, parents never care to develop the intellect of the child. All we are doing is proving a bookish knowledge.
The most intelligent ones are those who are in the Science section, Commerce sections are one step behind and please don’t talk about the Humanities section – they are there just because they didn’t get the ‘good’ marks.
Arts, craft, physical education, sports, creative writing, such subjects are never emphasized in schools neither by parents because according to them they are not lucrative enough.
Other than being just lucrative for many of us it does not even sound good to say, ‘my son is a painter,’ ‘oh, he is doing hotel management.’ Just for the reason that the one standing in front of you might consider it menial.
The movie concerns the efforts of a "modern day" society who is concerned with achieving the goals it has set out and latter imposed upon those who never wanted them. They are on a road to what may be perceived as success and where everyone keeps a close track on the progress of others to compare.
There is just no space for innocent imaginations, street games, small-small gangs of children living in the same locality, long evenings of cricket matches, football, or those childhood games, since early childhood the burden of books is placed on small shoulders. Nowadays one hardly sees children playing on streets. Mothers’ of 5 years old are more concerned that their children must learn A for Apple rather than really knowing what Apple really is.
The questions come to mind that are we really free? May be politically, may be physically but what about the mind, thought, expression… why should we be burdened with the goals which we never set for ourselves, why should we let others dream for us? Why can’t we live distinct from this frozen world, in our own warmth? Find success as we defined it not as mentioned in the Webster’s dictionary. Every human is different and special let us recognize this fact soon, otherwise the moment is not distant when we will see robots and not children, where human emotions, morale, dreams all will be mechanized. Then only success will prevail not happiness, only wealth and not leisure, only people not humans.
Just step out of this status quo and yell out to the world.
A Little Sweet, A Little SourA Little Close Not Too FarAll I Need, All I NeedAll I Need Is To Be FreeOpen Eyed How I RunHow I Run To The Other SideOpen Eyed How I RunHow I Run To The Other SideThen I Glide Like A BirdI Just Want To Be Free
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