Dear Imtiaz Ali.
Last evening, I finally decided to watch your movie named ‘Tamasha’ and since then I am feeling a bit disturbed. Firstly, I want to tell you that I am a very big fan of your movies and specially ‘Rockstar’. Rockstar is a kind of movie that moves my heart everytime I watch it. I refrain watching it now because; I lose control on my senses and do something that ‘normal’ people tag as ‘abnormal’. Since I loved Rockstar to that extent, I was pretty excited to watch the trio (Imtiaz – Ranbir Kapoor – A.R. Rahman) again. Somehow I missed the first day show and I do regret it because the reviews started to pour in from everywhere. ‘Midas touch is lost’, ‘same story told yet again’, ‘A totally bad attempt’ and so many opinions disturbed me and soon I lost the interest in watching the movie. I was disappointed to the core but then somehow things turned automatically and on Wednesday, I planned to watch it with my friends.
So now the movie starts and within 5 minutes, I understood that I am going to experience something extra ordinary. In the introductory song, Chali Kahaani, it was pretty clear to me that my Imtiaz is back! First half was predictable and I could see the face of the audience in the intermission that most of the people were disappointed but I still had some hopes that the second half will leave me dumbstruck and believe me, the same happened (At least with me).
Imtiaz sir, hats off to you because the way you portray the characters is something that is unimaginable. Character of ‘Ved’ was something that is not pretty easy to portray on screen because it’s all in his head, the turmoil that he is facing is something that just can’t be expressed to the audience but the moment he stands in front of the mirror and starts to talk is something that took me off chair. Another moment that left me with tears was the scene just before the song ‘Tu Koi Aur hai’. I was unable to leave my seat even after the movie ended. I was still lost in the story of that ‘Nag called Bachchpan’. I have lived my passion and I know how it feels to stand against the world to protect our dreams.
At the end, I want to conclude this with a request that please never stop making these kinds of movies. Let the people say anything but your movies are something that work as fuel for dreams that are burning in our soul. You gave me the reason to work hard and leave the life of mediocrity. I have started to listen to that ‘Nag called Bachchpan’ who keeps on reminding me that I am special. You won’t believe how badly I want to meet you and thank you for this movie.
(Who started dreaming again!)
The night could not be darker. It had rained recently and paved road was shining like metal in monochromatic yellow streetlight. The fragrance of newly blossomed flowers was stimulating her sensations. She, while, was sitting on a huge white bed covered with long white curtains hanging freely around the bed. She felt so fragile and beautiful and untouched. Craving for something and then everything. She blushed for an unknown yet pleasant reason.
A green, unmarked and smiling leaf of a tree started shivering in response as cool monsoon breeze touched her green smooth skin. Wind got surfaced on her, leaving her unable to take any long still wanting some more. As the wind blew harder on her she started to dance on the rhythm composed by the fresh monsoon breeze, her master. Agreeing. Yielding. Surrendering. Making her to be flown with the wind. Losing her and submitting to the wild wind. Allowing it to do everything. Every possible thing. And then a drop of rain fell on the leaf. Completing her. Making her gorgeous.
Both of them giggled as she slowly collected her breath and loosened her grip on the long white curtain.
- Dan getting his ticket booked in economy class,rather first class,just to stay with Balraman.
- Tamil slang for friend ‘Machan’.
- Old man speaking in his sleep.
- Line ‘capable of generating their own oil’,describing the extent of oil present in Balraman’s hair.
- The pathetic condition of the apartment,they were going to stay in.
- The name of the organization ‘Diamonds in the Rough.’
- Mattresses near the dumpster.
- A matured attitude of Balraman over his adjustment in a new place and always trying to calm down Dan who is in a real haste.
- Dan’s suspicious nature whenever he looks at someone or something freaky.
“Crime is never big or small, crime is just a crime.” a flash of my father’s image was in front of me. I could now feel the pain on my hand. My father’s stick was the only thing i fear in this whole world.
Father’s image disappeared in a flash and another begin to appear. I could hear her cry. “You cheated on me rascal. I will never forgive you for that.” she was my girlfriend . This was the last thing she said to me. I could see her now hanging from the ceiling fan. I was feeling terrified. I started running towards my drawing room. There I saw her. She was my mother. But how could this happen. She’s dead. She’s looking at me blankly. “I have told you not to come back to this house ? Then what are you doing here?” She said and disappeared.
I started running away and reached terrace. There was no one there. I felt relaxed. Then I heard people shouting. Behind me i could see a huge crowd ready to grab my neck and beat me till death. I could remember some faces but mostly were unknown to me. I started running ………
FRAUD COMPANY’S CEO FOUND DEAD, SUICIDE. This was the heading of local newspaper next morning.