Taare Zameen Par - A very good Movie
Yesterday I saw the movie Taare Zameen Par. An Excellent movie about a boy called Ishaan Awasthi who is affected by Dyslexia. And how an art teacher helps him to recover.
The portrayal of characters are really good.
The initial scene show how the boy acts his age. He fights when provoked. But he is scared of his own anger and his own lapses. Though he puts up a brave front he runs. He runs to weep in isolation. He is hurt, but doesn't want anybody else to see him during his weak moments.
His father is a typical father who expects his children to excel and is unable to settle for anything less that the best. Be it his elder son Yohaan or his younger one Ishaan. He is unable to understand the younger one's problems and tries to discipline him.
The portrayal of a caring mother and protective brother are all too good. The characterisation of the elder brother is good. Yohaan is good in his own work. At the same time he is protective of his Younger brother also. Ishaan is honest to confess to his brother that he bunked school. Yohaan is a Partner in crime when it comes to bailing off his Kid-brother by writing an absent note to the teacher. Unfortunately crime is not hidden too very often and our hero gets caught and is packed off to a boarding school as all his teachers complain he is not concentrating and is not learning properly. No one is able to identify Dyslexia that easily.
Boarding school is no different to the boy initially. The boy is of the opinion that boarding school is a place where naughty boys are sent as a punishment. But when he comes to know about the otherwise, he feels he has been uniquely punished by his parents alone and withdraws himself into a shell. Things change when a new art teacher enters and is able to see himself in a miniature form. He makes it a point to inform the boy's parents and takes a chance in tutoring the boy himself. Results are seen. The boy who had lost his self confidence completely wins a painting competition in school and is back on the right track.
There were some scenes which were really touching.
The anger in the child, the fear in him was all reasonable. He refuses to speak a word when he comes to know his parents are not coming to visit him.
The portrayal of the boy wanting to be alone peeping down the valley, yet when his friend falls down, the kind boy comes and helps his friend stand up. Unlike other kids, Ishaan does not make fun of the polio affected boy with whom he teams up instantly. He understands that like him, the other boy too has his limitations.
He was unable to explain because he is used to fighting his own battles in his own way. He is good in painting and crafts. The way he makes an instant water chopper the day he realises that he isn't the only one in the world with the problem exhibits his intelligence.
In the class, When the teacher is describing all symptoms that he has and asks the students if they are able to identify the person with that problem, this kid's head goes deep under with shame. But the moment it is made known as Albert einstein, the surprise in the boy's face is really too good to miss.
The fighting nature in the boy prevents him from expressing his fears. The moment he is announced the winner also, an odd shyness creeps in and he finds it difficult to come in public to accept the honour. But the moment he takes the certificate he loses his self control and bursts out showing his own real happiness in overcoming his problem by hugging that one person who understood him.
The father concerned once comes to the school to tell the master that he cares for his son and that is why he has got complete knowledge about dyslexia from the internet. The moment the teacher tells him, that real care is not in collecting information but in expressing it to the child and make him feel secure, the father is devastated over himself. He walks off without even meeting his kid.
In more than one ways, somehow I could relate to Ishaan. No I am not dyslexic. But the inherent fear, the loneliness. Ishaan used painting as his let out. I tried it with my social skills. At one point of time, I withdrew even further. The real me is alive when I am alone. I roam the streets like Ishaan. I sit in isolation like Ishaan. Because I am not constantly monitored then. Even if I try to explain there is no body to understand.
For Ishaan there was one Ram Shankar Nikumbh. I am yet to be blessed.
The portrayal of characters are really good.
The initial scene show how the boy acts his age. He fights when provoked. But he is scared of his own anger and his own lapses. Though he puts up a brave front he runs. He runs to weep in isolation. He is hurt, but doesn't want anybody else to see him during his weak moments.
His father is a typical father who expects his children to excel and is unable to settle for anything less that the best. Be it his elder son Yohaan or his younger one Ishaan. He is unable to understand the younger one's problems and tries to discipline him.
The portrayal of a caring mother and protective brother are all too good. The characterisation of the elder brother is good. Yohaan is good in his own work. At the same time he is protective of his Younger brother also. Ishaan is honest to confess to his brother that he bunked school. Yohaan is a Partner in crime when it comes to bailing off his Kid-brother by writing an absent note to the teacher. Unfortunately crime is not hidden too very often and our hero gets caught and is packed off to a boarding school as all his teachers complain he is not concentrating and is not learning properly. No one is able to identify Dyslexia that easily.
Boarding school is no different to the boy initially. The boy is of the opinion that boarding school is a place where naughty boys are sent as a punishment. But when he comes to know about the otherwise, he feels he has been uniquely punished by his parents alone and withdraws himself into a shell. Things change when a new art teacher enters and is able to see himself in a miniature form. He makes it a point to inform the boy's parents and takes a chance in tutoring the boy himself. Results are seen. The boy who had lost his self confidence completely wins a painting competition in school and is back on the right track.
There were some scenes which were really touching.
The anger in the child, the fear in him was all reasonable. He refuses to speak a word when he comes to know his parents are not coming to visit him.
The portrayal of the boy wanting to be alone peeping down the valley, yet when his friend falls down, the kind boy comes and helps his friend stand up. Unlike other kids, Ishaan does not make fun of the polio affected boy with whom he teams up instantly. He understands that like him, the other boy too has his limitations.
He was unable to explain because he is used to fighting his own battles in his own way. He is good in painting and crafts. The way he makes an instant water chopper the day he realises that he isn't the only one in the world with the problem exhibits his intelligence.
In the class, When the teacher is describing all symptoms that he has and asks the students if they are able to identify the person with that problem, this kid's head goes deep under with shame. But the moment it is made known as Albert einstein, the surprise in the boy's face is really too good to miss.
The fighting nature in the boy prevents him from expressing his fears. The moment he is announced the winner also, an odd shyness creeps in and he finds it difficult to come in public to accept the honour. But the moment he takes the certificate he loses his self control and bursts out showing his own real happiness in overcoming his problem by hugging that one person who understood him.
The father concerned once comes to the school to tell the master that he cares for his son and that is why he has got complete knowledge about dyslexia from the internet. The moment the teacher tells him, that real care is not in collecting information but in expressing it to the child and make him feel secure, the father is devastated over himself. He walks off without even meeting his kid.
In more than one ways, somehow I could relate to Ishaan. No I am not dyslexic. But the inherent fear, the loneliness. Ishaan used painting as his let out. I tried it with my social skills. At one point of time, I withdrew even further. The real me is alive when I am alone. I roam the streets like Ishaan. I sit in isolation like Ishaan. Because I am not constantly monitored then. Even if I try to explain there is no body to understand.
For Ishaan there was one Ram Shankar Nikumbh. I am yet to be blessed.
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