Fresh cuts.

The credible faces, Trivedi's mellifluous music, cricket worshiping India, the narrow arteries of the beautiful Gujarat is all that happily blooming parts of movie display.You watch the sweet, innocent and rustic characters- Ishaan, Omi and Govind, frothing up credibility throughout the movie. You become their partner in no time, sharing with them your own griefs, joys, ambitions and tremors. The well-shot movie captures well the audience with a neat story line, engrossing film score, and a bunch of vigorous characters. Somewhere it pricks a little, that it is based on Bhagat's novel, but Abhishek Kapoor has tried best to fill those gaps. The regional influence best brought out by Gujarati dialogues, and Garba dance has added beauty no doubt. Although the start has taken its own time to gain momentum, a few instances of extra attention to trifling events can leave you bored. But the latter part absorbs you completely. In short, it is a beautiful movie. Must watch!

Singing your song, Tagore.

In your contemplation, I speak in my voice, Shesher Kobita.

"The world has been taken over my minor aristocrats- in politics, literature and society. They lack seriousness, all of them, for they have no faith in themselves." - Amit Rai, Farewell Song.

Replete with specialists, connoisseurs, and veterans of societal, artistic and, political fame, existing as discrete entities, the world has been divided by great men. It is a "notice and nod business". Because of the exhaustive "to-do list", and enormous struggle, in a layout of expectations, self-actualization needs, responsibilities, they loose faith in their rationality. Those who don't, set out on a path, leading to pretense,and fabricated happiness. Such great men then deliver great performance, without serving the real cause.

"If men surrender their authority, women will at once begin to dominate. The dominance of the weak is a fearsome thing"- Amit Rai, Farewell Song.

With such sternness, this has been said, that I cannot eschew it. I doubtlessly, completely, terribly, and of course reasonably detest such an extreme statement presenting an unequivocal, and unabridged truth. A woman, an epitome of love, self-sacrifice, order, happiness, and completeness should never come second to anyone. Undoubtedly, a woman reigns supreme, and when she faces supremacy, she becomes second to a man. A woman, finds real happiness, not in power, but in submission. She, clearly deserves respect, but in submission she gets everything.

"Punctuality is for those, who have plenty of time to spare"- Amit Rai, Farewell Song.

Any order imposed, or a constrained situation, demands a man who in his discipline, has found, either beauty or ugliness and, appreciates it no end. A free floating leaf can fall anywhere on the ground, and its motion is what should be noticed. For those who have all the time in the world, will see a fallen leaf, lying on the ground, while others will watch it fall.

"Ageing occurs when we remain static"- Amit Rai, Farewell Song.

With learning comes great power, with movement we find life, for growth is exhilarating, and moments are added. I always wondered, if I was scared of growing outwards without growing inwards, and when I read this line, I found my answer in clear words. Another interesting advice from a friend " What all is not taking you forward, is definitely taking you backward."

The Toto's Mould.

Our self-made hero " Toto", seeks to settle his tormented mind, stung by miseries of a life that neither belonged to him, nor he chose to live, by resorting to the murder of his changeling "Alfred". That is the beginning, and the end would render, the same ironic. And for that, you must watch this movie, which touches your emotions in the most comical way! Suffering incessantly with precarious thoughts, and visions of a life, which should have been his by right, the protagonist breeds on jealousy for his exchanged counterpart.

The boy "Alfred", who amasses his father's fortune, from "Toto-sightedness" and memories is learned an intimidating figure of wealth and luck. Toto keeps traversing his luckless childhood, destiny, dreams and his future moves throughout the movie, which all are perfectly conjugated. The moving of tulips, the disappearing of father behind the door, mommy's kisses, birthday parties, the falling of soldiers off the shelf are weighted appropriately. A scene, where he tries to find his father behind the curtain, as if playing the usual hiding game, only to find shoes lying there, is profoundly sad. The beautiful assortment of memories delightful, memories crazy, memories happy, memories serious and memories tragic adds heaviness, and lightens the course at the same time.

Things change drastically, when his unreal-sister Alice plans to avenge her father's death, by setting the Alfred's house to fire. This idea of dawns on him slowly, as he watches his counterpart leading a comfortable, and happy life. The story speaks of his utter fornlorness, and despair as he keeps looking for Alice in Eveylene, dreams of becoming a secret agent, and a real-life hero to fix everything. And he reinforces his perverse aim, to take back everything that belonged to him. And of course, he waits for none, except his vengeance.

The soundtrack coalesces the moving frames, and some remembrances consigned to oblivion, in your head smoothly, that it would neither sound all brand new, nor old. Somewhere it spears your emotions subtly, and you let that happen to you, because of its formidable make. The impressive prelude, too creates an atmosphere of gravity and sternness.

He, after learning that Alfred too wished at times, to interchange their lives, moulds his plan into pure beauty. As we watch, we realize that we are on Toto's side, subliminally demanding justice for him.

But in what form?

The design, he chooses to completely take back all that as his, is difficult to agree with and kicks your senses severely hard. Walking over to the precipice, he feels complete at last for living the real death of his unreal life.

He laughs hysterically, for the life he lived, the one he didn't, the death he lived, the death he didnt and yes, most importantly the life he lives after dying. Boom!

And the mesmerizing song plays at the right times.. .

The clock go tick-tock
the birds go splish-splash
the turkeys go gobble-gobble
the bells go ding-dong
But boom!
When our hearts go boom!
Everything goes boom with it!
Its love, love, love!
Boom! it sings in bloom!
That's all
To the rhythm of this boom!
which repeats boom in your ear.