Taare Zameen Par... Memories Revisited!

I finally watched Taare Zameen Par today. I’m not at all a movie buff and it takes very long for me to decide and sit on the couch to watch a movie. I had been planning to watch this particular since its reviews were out; but as they say: ‘Better late than never’. I’m glad I didn’t miss this movie like many other good ones (the list is a long one).

It was awesome with above par performances, and an engrossing plot; but most importantly brilliant direction of Aamir Khan. The movie had the power to move anyone to tears. A professor of mine had told me that her husband never watches Bollywood flicks, but due to her insistence, he accompanied her to the theatre and the movie moved him to tears.

For me, the movie was nostalgic in the sense that I was taken back to my schooldays. I wasn’t dyslexic, but yes, I had major troubles with Math and Science. I identified myself with Ishaan (Darsheel Safari) when he was threatened to be sent to the Boarding school. I remember my parents used to say the same when I did not study well. I used to visualise a boarding school as a jail and certainly not a place for children.

I’ve always been the black sheep of my family. If you tell someone, you hail from an Iyer family, people have high hopes from you, not to forget the huge number who grow up to be techies. Every other Iyer is a software engineer.

I have been always happy with what I am, I don’t expect a lot from me, but I believe whatever I do I should put my best foot forward. I was quite contented doing my post graduation in English Literature.

My parents wanted me to be a doctor, and when I was a kid, I too was used to the idea that I’ll grow up and become a doctor, not knowing that being a doctor was not just about wearing a stethescope around your neck and a Surf-white coat, the quintessential part of a doctor’s accessories. I appeared for all PMTs, AIIMS, AFMC… so on. I didn’t expect to get through any of them, though I only hoped to clear one of them by fluke. It was only for my parents’ and relatives’ satisfaction did I take those tests.

My uncle (my mom’s sister’s husband) is a very down-to-earth person and he knew what I am really good at. One day when I was still in standard XII, he just suggested I must take up English and become a school teacher. At that point of time, his words stung me like a needle, because I really didn’t want to let my parents down and was quite furious with him that how could he even think that I should settle down with such a meagre job when I am seeing dreams of being a doctor.

I realised the significance of his words when I completed my graduation in English literature. Though I didn’t become a school teacher, I taught at the University for some time. But I knew I had a flair for the language and I never missed any classes in my college days (this might sound surprising) as learning literature, discussing books turned out to be exactly what I had always wanted to do.

A Novice

Here I am. Just joined the bandwagon of millions of Bloggers. As I type my first-ever blog I wonder what am I doing here, because I know very well I don't have a way with words like many people do. But this will be a place for sharing my thoughts. I'm not really sure what I'll fill my posts with, but they will definitely be real life incidents and experiences, or about books and music, my favourite subjects.

Random Musings... Yes, it's kind of an oxymoron, and that's how my thoughts really are... carefully contemplated, yet very random and disordered; maybe that's one of the reasons why being a Lit post graduate, I kept myself away from trying my hand at writing.

Well, so here begins my journey of writing and experimenting with this form of art.