DARSHEEL SAFARY AND AAMIR KHAN IN TAARE ZAMEEN PAR

The Howard Roark of Indian Cinema has done it again! It’s been a few weeks since Taare Zameen Par made its debut into this world of mediocrity, and what a glorious debut it was. Splendid, fantastic, emotive, touching, extraordinary; are but a few words that can be used to describe this movie, and even they don’t provide justice to the utter magnificence, the utter beauty of Taare Zameen Par. If you’re an Indian, you know what I’m talking about. If you’re a foreigner, you still have to try and watch it, with sub-titles or without; the meaning of the movie remains unchanged even with the barrier of language.

TZP is a movie about a little boy trying to find his place in the world. He is young, and has his future mapped out by his parents scholastically. After trying to fit in with his class students, he discovers that it is impossible for him to study in the classroom. What follows is a spate of rebelliousness, in which he starts exploring the wonders of life; riding a bus through the city alone, catching fish from the school pond and daydreaming about his place in space. He is ridiculed by his friends and misunderstood by his parents, who eventually send him away to a boarding school so he may learn. Boarding brings a new set of problems, as teachers and students mock him alike for the disorder he most aptly describes as ‘the words are dancing’.

Hence starts a little boy’s journey to the only place where he is safe; his own mind. Luckily for him, he is discovered by his art teacher, who recognizes the signs of the disorder he has, having gone through the same in his childhood. With the teacher’s help, the little boy’s journey comes full-circle, as he rediscovers the good in himself.

Kudos to Darsheel Safary, this little boy who ended up bringing tears to most eyes; his untouched innocence, tremulous smile, guileless eyes; smack dab in the middle of everyday Mumbai has touched the hearts of all the people who watched this movie. Enter Aamir Khan, the Howard Roark of Indian Cinema. As always, Aamir has proved his talent for making movies that show the hidden aspect of human nature. Knowing Aamir’s penchant for perfection, one can understand the magnificence not only of the storyline of TZP, but also the setting. The wonderful sunsets, the early gloamings, the crescent moons over the mountainous landscape; the vividness of the sets, the videography, the different shades and hues used for the making of Taare Zameen Par; all gelled together to make this a movie that ought to win the Oscar for India.

All in all, Taare Zameen Par was a movie and a half; the like of which has not been seen in the Bollywood Industry for a very long time. Long live Darsheel Safary, the wonder-kid of New Cinema in India. And long live Aamir Khan, the maestro of cinema, without whom movies like Taare Zameen Par would be tales that are never told.

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