Haven’t we all loved the movie Tare Zameen Par. Call it one man’s hard work to change the ideological viewpoint of treating your children, bringing a broader spectrum of looking at streams other than the IITs and IIMs or call it being there at the right time as we ourselves are now willing to look at things differently, it has made an impact in our normal lives.
But what did it actually accomplish apart from generous accolades from the film critics, clean sweep in all the film awards and coming to age of an actor cum artist? It will difficult to pin point any radical change in the psychology of the people. But it can very easily be said; it did make a mockery of a lot of ideas the movie very well portrayed. And that’s the truth; we are masters at making a mockery of anything serious and consequential.
Now its fun to be an artist and a teacher. An artist can do anything, live the life his own way and be the anti-social, strange looking nomad dressed up in rags and still be considered a style icon. An art teacher can make all the difference in a child’s life and has the power to overshadow the parent’s role. And how have I seen so many painters become an art teacher recently. Well I am not blaming them, the market is really tough and tight, no one is ready to shell out money on works that are too experimental.
Percentages in an exam suddenly don’t matter. All the Rjs hailed the recent CBSE science results saying it didn’t matter how much you scored. If you did score well, you will get through anything, any exam, any institute. And so what if you didn’t, you can still become an artist, or may be a teacher. Hey! These professions are in fashion now.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
this made me sad...
Came across a very serious, rather unfortunate side of a man today. A silent, mostly ignored, honest and a humble hard worker. Have seen him getting lost in his thoughts so many times, staring into the empty spaces, for long, and then all of a sudden as if he remembers he is still alive, comes back to the real world and then gets back to his work.
A victim of a well planned and listed out assault that crushed all that he had. Forced to leave the homeland, uprooted from his own house, deprived of all that he had made for himself from all his life’s hard work, gone in one day, left to be wondering for the rest of his life, “what the hell was my fault.”
And trust me, such strong emotions is not even his nature. Very calmly he narrated me the whole incident. One sentence each. One tragedy in each. One major loss in each. 20 buffalos butchered. 400 poultry dead. House crushed to rambles. Family left tortured, tormented and totally scared to even share what they had experienced. And there are many such people around us. Many such families who are struggling to make their ends meet, for absolutely no fault of theirs.
Reason? One man’s power, few deadly sins and a lot of greed and non-rational thinking.
“None of us drink tea at home,” he said. Not coz they hate it, coz they cannot afford milk anymore. “ I came to Ahmedabad coz I was left with nothing else,” was his last sentence before he put his thin brown frames on his dull, expressionless eyes and got back to work.
A victim of a well planned and listed out assault that crushed all that he had. Forced to leave the homeland, uprooted from his own house, deprived of all that he had made for himself from all his life’s hard work, gone in one day, left to be wondering for the rest of his life, “what the hell was my fault.”
And trust me, such strong emotions is not even his nature. Very calmly he narrated me the whole incident. One sentence each. One tragedy in each. One major loss in each. 20 buffalos butchered. 400 poultry dead. House crushed to rambles. Family left tortured, tormented and totally scared to even share what they had experienced. And there are many such people around us. Many such families who are struggling to make their ends meet, for absolutely no fault of theirs.
Reason? One man’s power, few deadly sins and a lot of greed and non-rational thinking.
“None of us drink tea at home,” he said. Not coz they hate it, coz they cannot afford milk anymore. “ I came to Ahmedabad coz I was left with nothing else,” was his last sentence before he put his thin brown frames on his dull, expressionless eyes and got back to work.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Mann Ka Ek Kona
Man ke kissi andruni kone mein ek darr sa laga rehata hai…hamesha…
Ek uljhan… jo sulajhti hi nahi…kahi main wo nahi to???
Aur agar main wo nahi to fir usse main na-pasand to nahi???
Fir chup sa rah jata hun… dil ko behalata hun…
Ki nahi… main to main hun… koi aur nahi…
Lekin shabd yahan saath chor dete hai…
Kuch sochta hun kuch aur hi bolta hun…
Is kush-ma-kush mein bolne ko kuch bachta hi nahi…
Fir soch ke ghode duadte hai…pankh faila kar nikalte hai…
Man ka ek aur pehalu… baareeki se dekhna…
Gaur se sochna… darr ko duur kar dena…
Na kuch samajhna…na kuch dekhna…
Bas… khud ko sambhalna…
Baat yahi khatam… mann ke darwaze band…
Aankhon par patti aur dill mein chuppi…
Na koi dekh sake…na koi sun sake…
Na andar asake… na main bahar ja saku
Deewar… aur sirf ek darwaaza…
Na baat… na mulakat…
Main hun…aur bas main…
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