Tamasha!
Today was Rishika’s birthday. It had been long since I had attended a birthday party with balloons and cakes. But well, here I was with a teddy in my hand. The birthday cake, the birthday song, over hearing the small talk of children was all great. There was a guy, whose name was “fundoo”, yes Fundoo, who believed that the silver balls on the cake are poisonous. and then there was this other guy, when asked if he wants raita, he wanted to see it, and smell it before he wanted it on his plate. and then in between all this, there was Rishika, the birthday girl. I think she would be sad that her friends from school refused to turn up for her birthday bash. and yes, at their age, its a big bash! I know how excited she was with each gift that she was receiving. I could see it in her eyes. Well, lets admit it. Birthday Gifts are the most special part of a birthday party, not to forget the birthday cake. It was quite endearing to see all that.
But then, we adults on the other table were having our own conversation. There was one bhaiyya, who asked Risis, what did Rishika wanted to become, a doctor, an engineer, a teacher or what not. and she is just 10.
Our childhood is like a vicious serpent that tells us that we’re Special, that we can achieve anything in the world. As we grow, we become the part of a rat race. Rat race to excel in everything we do, and yet we remain very much simple, very much mediocre, very Ordinary. We allow the world, our situations, our own limitations to kill that childhood and the innocence that comes with it. Now no one tells us that we are special.
We are all running in a rat race. What are we running for ? We don’t know. Since each one of us is running very hard, are we really leading it? Not really. We are somewhere in the middle. Do we know who is leading it? No. Are we running in the right race? Well…
If only we were running in the right race, towards our passion, wouldn’t we be in a better position. Yes. Who knows, even leading it. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
and that’s the essence of Tamasha.
In an animated conversation with an Autodriver where the later explains how his aspirations to become a singer were crushed. and the driver tells ”
“Andar se kuch aur hai hum, aur baahar se majboor”
This pretty much sums the movie. This is what Ali is best at. This was one of the better scenes of the movie where the auto driver shows the mirror to Ranbir. Brushing teeth, breakfast, fidgety with the tie, traffic signal, meaningless good morning wishes, powerpoint, first dates, beautiful flowers that go in the backseat just like the beautiful Corsica, mineral water or regular, red or white wine, vegetarian or non-vegetarian, was this restaurant ranked the best, a kiss and goodbye until next day. Rinse repeat.
Yes, we have seen Madhavan wanting to become a Photographer in 3 idiots, and telling his father “Jis kaam mai maza aaye, usse apna profession banao. Firr kaam kaam nhi khel bann jaayega. Agar mai photogorapher bann gaya to kam paise kamaunga. Choti gaadi hogi, chota flat hoga. But i’ll be happy. i’ll be very happy”
And then we have seen Amir Khan explain to Ishaan’s parents : ” Har kisi ko awwal number chahiye. Doctor, engineer, management isse kam to bardaash hi nhi hota. Har bacche ki apni khoobi hoti hai, apni chahat hoti hai, apni kabiliyat hoti hai”
Each of these movies have made their own special mark, and I hope Tamasha is able to do that as well.
Am I a part of the race? yes. Am I doing well? Very ordinary, very simple, very mediocre. Am I happy doing what I am doing? maybe not. Is this what defines me? No.
But well, Is it really that simple, to get out of the rat race?
VIT DIariEs 