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Tu Koi Aur Hai



The characters of Imtiaz Ali are always difficult to decipher and can only be done if the actors do complete justice to it. And two such celebrated characters of Imtiaz Ali are Ved and Tara of Tamasha. Meeting Ved in Corsica was accidental to Tara. Both of them came there to be alone and enjoy some time away from their busy life. But what destiny had for them was different.

But for Tara, what happened in Corsica didn't just stay at Corsica. What attracted Tara towards Ved was his coolness and the quirkiness which ultimately made her fall in love with him and break up with her boyfriend. She continued to pamper the memories at Corsica even without knowing Ved or his name. But meeting Ved which she longed for four years and being his girlfriend was not what Tara wanted. Tara fell in love with the Ved whom she met at Corsica not the Ved at Delhi.

But it was all difficult for the Ved who is actually battling bipolar disorder to accept his reality. Ved wanted to live the life that he desires but never have the courage to. It was Tara who pointed out to look into his heart and muster up the courage to throw away the suffocating monotonous life that he has been living for years and create a tamasha(spectacle) for thousands.It was Tara's belief in Ved that helped him to come out of his false identity of a gentleman. If Tara had given up on him, Ved might not have realized his reality.

Everyone is a Ved and everyone needs a Tara in one form or another to show them that life is not about plans and timetables. It is all about living to the fullest until you expire. Each one of us will confront our Tara at some point in our life, hear them out and follow that particular dream that you had hidden underneath however less the security that it gives you. And then you realize that your Safarnaama actually 'shuru tumse aur khatam tumpe'.Because finding the real you is all about life and only some Veds with right Taras get to find that.

A.C


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