‘Tamasha’ is deep. You need a great deal of patience and an open mind that neither judges nor assumes creativity, to appreciate it. Some of my personal thoughts, after watching the movie:

1.       We perhaps sometimes fall in love with the illusion of the person that we create for ourselves- our imaginative version of that person, not what he really is. And it hurts a lot when we realize it later.

2.       Some of us live life- the daily monotonous drudgery of routine. Some of us play it out. Play each and every moment as if it were a story, and we were characters in it. To escape the reality, we make our imagination our reality.

3.       Sometimes we hide our real selves behind a mask for the fear of judgment and ridicule. And in the process of living such a life, we actually forget what and who we really are. We forget the identity that we were, our uniqueness, in adapting the mask that the world wants us to become. Only if we are lucky, we are reminded of our real selves years later- the one that we used to be- the one who succumbed under the worldly pressure and hid itself. I loved Ranbir’s identity that he finally found in the end-‘The Storyteller’.

Some say it was so confusing, all a mix up- the present story, the flashbacks, the imagination, sudden explosive background songs, the thought and the dialogue- all a jumble up. But I’d say there could be no better way to show the vivid imagination of the boy who grew up listening to stories, loving the escapades, enacting characters every moment of his existence, wanting to follow his heart but forced to run a race that he didn’t choose for himself. Those who know to read between the lines will know it. Those who have been in a similar situation will feel it- the depression, the detachment, loss of all the liveliness, the suffocation, the agitation, the pent up anger, and what not. Hats off to the director for his creative expression. Hats off to the actor for his brilliant role playing. Truly worthy of applauds.


My Last Trip Before Lockdown

When Covid19 had just put its foot in the country with only 3 cases in Kerala, we had our Ooty trip planned. All tickets and bookings were done since the new year. With just three days in hand, four of us travelled from Mumbai, Pune and Bhubaneswar, to Kempegowda International Airport, Bengaluru, to join a few others staying in the city. And the excitement to finally meet one another after 6 months of that trip to Pune, the Lohagard Trek- we were kids excitedly clicking selfies in our face masks, hurriedly putting a quick dab of sanitizer before hugging one another.

Next day early morning we were to start for Ooty. Sleepy heads, gulping a bowl each of muesli, we started onward journey to Bandipur National Park. Devouring uttapams, dosas and piping hot cups of coffee for breakfast at a restaurant by the highway, chit chats were full on, as was the music and dance in the 12-seater vehicle. Funny anecdotes had us laughing our hearts out, gossips were such a thrill and cooking recipe exch…

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