there’s an insane amount of romanticizing around tamasha.

i mean i’m a romanticizer too, but something about this film feels… odd.

it’s a great movie with some minor flaws, but where it excels is in asking us the rawest question: “what happens next in my story?” and the irony is, we often look for that answer everywhere else except within ourselves.

that’s it. deeply profound, but not necessarily fancy.

what i don’t align with is the interpretation you see in posts like this — “regular life” vs. “extraordinary life.”

honestly, i don’t even know what “regular life” is supposed to mean. all we owe ourselves is to discover our own version of regular.

instead of obsessing over what counts as a regular life or not (since almost everyone defaults to imagining it as a 9-to-5 mundane loop), the real focus should be on discovering “what happens next in my story?” yourself.

reducing tamasha to just quitting 9-to-5 is shallow and overly romanticized. the film digs deeper than that — and so should we. there’s a lot in you that’s still waiting to be discovered and realized.

and about those fans who defend the movie with “you either love it or you didn’t understand it” — arey bhai, that argument is lazy. disliking something doesn’t mean not understanding it. let’s stop fetishizing “understanding.” loving a film doesn’t come from decoding it; it comes from feeling deeply connected to it. not everyone has to feel the way you do, and that’s perfectly fine lol