Taare Zameen Par: Kya Hai Problem, Kyun Tera Bheja Kum?

Idiot, Duffer, Lazy, Crazy; Kyun Karte Nahi Try, Why, Why Why,Why Can’t YOU???…Akshar Jo Nache, Kya Khayi Hai Bhaang?

Not all fingers are the same length,but how we sometimes wish them to be. Then again, its God’s creation, and there’s a reason for it. What a thumb is capable of doing, other fingers can’t do. Just like that, TZP is about opening our minds to things other than academia and its pressure. Your destiny is where your true happiness lies.

Following the steps of an elder brother who is perfect in studies, as well as a tennis champ, can sometimes be hard to fall in the same footsteps. Top that with failing 3rd Standard once. As the teacher asks Ishaan (Darsheel Safary) to read a paragraph from the text, all that comes out are the dancing letters in a language that really isn’t. But the importance of staying in a classroom and learning is all forgotten as more and more time is spent outside the class in punishment; faking burps and moon dancing in the cooridors. The world is perfect as long as there is day dreaming, cathcing fishes and lots of painting to be done even with failing tests and getting into fights with the other guys. As his parents send him to boarding school to bring in ‘discipline’ and fix the boy up, something inside him closes up. A substitute teacher Ram Shankar Nikhumb (Aamir Khan) sees Ishaan and wants to help him help himself.

If Aamir Khan the actor is labelled as a perfectionist, then I don’t know what to label Aamir Khan the director. I’ll leave the labelling to others. The first half is a little slow, but it lays a foundation that ensures that Ishaan is thoroughly understood by the viewers. Of what he is and what he is not.

The music need not hold the film together, but it does. Prasing Shankar, Ehsaan, Loy and lycrisist Prasoon Joshi would be adding salt to the wound. Duniya ka naara, jame raho.
Imagine if life were really all of academics and getting good grades, where would Sachin R. Tendulkar be today, for that, where would the Indian Cricket Team come from, most of them, barring a few, don’t hold degrees, probably don’t even have great handwriting, but see where they are today. Where would Shah Rukh Khan, Big B, and the endless list of brilliant actors be? Musicians, artists, businessmen, where would they be, if all that mattered was written in books just to be regurgitated?

…Bhej na itna door mujhko tu, yaad bhi tujhko aa na pao Maa;
Bhed mein yun choodo mujhe, ghar laut ke bhi aa na pao Maa;
Kya itna bura hoon mein Maa?
Tujhe sab hai pata, hai na Maa?

winning isn't everything, its the only thing...right???

That life is not just winning and losing; it’s not always black and white; it’s not always about the right and the wrong; that most of life is what lies in between. It’s about taking a decision against your wishes. It’s about not taking the easier but wrong path. Although you think that doing one thing would be correct for someone else, sometimes you have to do what the other person wants. What is morally correct is it really always the good thing to do? Sometimes you can be wrong and still do the right thing.

meri dava, mera ghav hai

"duniya ne kata, katt te gaye, khudko kahan tak kaato ge?"

A Solution to DUI - Time Magazine

Here's a small piece I found in Time Magazine:

"If you've been drinking, a car will soon take away your keys. Toyota is developing steering-wheel sweat sensors that will detech a driver's blood-alcohol level, then disable the car if necessary."

That's the way to go Toyota. High time this came.

Cheers.

Drive, don't DRINK or Drink, don't DRIVE --> not too much of a difference anymore, is there.

raam kare tujhko neend na aaye. gn.

Kaahe sataaye kahe ko rulaaye
raam kare tujhko neend na aaye

:)

gazab kaa hain din socho zaraa - u really made my day... :)

gazab kaa hain din socho zaraa, ye deewaanaapan dekho zaraa
tum ho akele, hum bhi akele, mazaa aa rahaa hain, kasam se
dekh lo humko kareeb se, aaj hum mile hain naseeb se
ye pal phir kahan aur ye manzil phir kahan

kyaa kahoo mera jo haal hai, raat din tumhara khayal hai
phir bhi jaan-e-jaan, main kahan aaur tum kahan

for my one and only duffus

apne dada ke baat sunenge na??

"hi, mera naam saurav ganguly hai. bhole toh nahi?

jo hua, kyun hua, kaise hua; yeh sab soch ke dukh bhi hota tha, gussa bhi aata tha.

par ab nahi

main team mein wapas aane ke liye bahut bhaut practice kar raha hoon, kya malum, hawa mein shirt ghumane ka mujhe aur ek mauka mil jaye.

jo bhi ho, team ke andar ya bahar, main chup baithne wala nahi hoon.

oo aa, india, aaya india.

india ke har match mein, main aise hi chillaoonga.

aap bhi chillayen, mere team ko aacha lage ga.

apne dada ke baat sunengena?

JOIN THE BLUE BILLION"

Existed

If you leave who will prove that my cry existed?
Tell me what was I like before I existed.

-Agha Shahid Ali

As Ever

So I'll regret it. But lead my heart to pain.
Return, if it is just to leave me again.

"Till death do us part". Come for their sense of us...
For Belief's sake, let appearances remain.

Not for mine but for the world's sake come back.
They ask why you left? To whom all must I explain?

I laughed when they said our time was running out--
I stirred the leaves in the tea i'd brewed to drain.

An era's passed since the luxury of tears --
Make me weep, let blood know its rain.

Still beguiled with hopes of you, the heart is lit.
To put out this last candle, come, it burns in vain.

-Agha Shahid Ali

Not All, Only A Few Return

Just a few return from dust, disguised as roses.
What hopes the earth forever covers, what faces?

I too could recall moonlit roofs, those nights of wine --
But Time has shelved them now in Memory's dimmed places.

She has left forever, let blood flow from my eyes
till my eyes are lamps lit for love's darkest places.

All is his -- Sleep, Peace, Night -- when on his own arm your hair
shines to make him the god whom nothing effaces.

With wine, the palm's lines, believe me, rush to Life's stream --
Look, here's my hand, and here the red glass it raises.

See me! Beaten by sorrow, man is numbed to pain.
Grief has become the pain only pain erases.

World, should Ghalib keep weeping you will see a flood
drown your terraced cities, your marble palaces.

-Agha Shahid Ali

is it THAT bad????

"replace dravid yaar, he's useless, just look at his record after becoming the captain..."
"no no, its not dravid that is the problem, this guru greg yaar, yeh videsi coach toh apni team ko niche lekar chhodega.."

change the captain, change the coach, change the keeper, change the selectors; change whatever you wish and want -- but beware, that is not exactly going to get the results.

the reason is simple: its not about who plays well, or makes runs, or is not making runs, or dominating the team -- its the basics that India got wrong towards the end of the 3rd Test Match against South Africa at Cape Town.

unless and until the players dont get the basic cricketing concepts right, they are not going to win consistently -- that is the line and length of the bowlers, and the batsmen being able to put bad balls to the boundary.

stick to the basics and this match could have been won. what sachin, laxman, ganguly could not do, dinesh karthick, all of 21 years old showed them and how.

come on guys, u can do better.