Having said that, this is a splendid movie. Not-a-dry-eye-in-the-house stuff. That gap between Amir Khan and rest of Bollywood is as wide as the gap between Kamal Hasan and rest of Thamizh movies. Both have developed either the ability or the reputation to make viewers, who are used to masala, to somehow adjust their radars and receive an odd artsy movie. Some good movies make an interesting argument with the viewer whereas some good movies make a readily acceptable argument, which get the viewers buy-in immediately. This movie belongs to the latter category and populates the journey with interesting events to engage viewer attention. I thought empathy was the reason why I and many others liked this movie. Even though the boy had a condition very few could relate to, the movie decides to show aspects of the boy that the audience can empathize with.
Moms would be impressed because Mrs Avasthi is a relatable person. Most moms tend to believe that they have been there. Anybody who has been a kid would relate to Ishanth because - portions of his behavior that most kids will empathize with has been carefully chosen and depicted. My parents and Oz Dude's parents decided to kick us out of house and put us in a hostel 1000 kms away in Madras. Hostel life in secondary/senior school years is annoying. It was easy to assume my world had crumbled and that gave me a reason to be perennially teary eyed after I watched the taxi leave the school gate with my parents in it. Unlike this movie, my hostel didn't let people outside school campus. I'd keep watching the road and talking to the watchman until the dinner bell rang. Made sure every south-bound Nellai express would carry a letter from me to my parents. The eyes though not crying would be filled to brim with tears - all the time. While I immersed myself in chocolates to forget the homesickness, OzDude believed that putting some special leaves into a well would bring his parents back soon. No wonder we both decided to suck in academics at that time.
I have to say Amir Khan has captured details that were immensely enjoyable. The amazing details that Amir Khan brings are actually relatable obvious things but nobody has captured them with so much clarity. The teary-eyed hostel boy, the useless-boy who always stands out in class. We've been there or at least seen that. He has even captured the hostel-style receiving-phone-calls-from-home thingie (parents call, arbitrary person picks up, asks them to call back in 10 minutes, informs you if he sees you within 10 minutes) . This movie is Manirathnam's Anjali (which is my favorite Mani movie) minus the noise with emphasis on the kid instead of the mother. The dyslexia part was 'okay' but that wasn't why I liked the movie and I ended up thinking less about that aspect than the other parts of the movie. For people who are now using the word 'dyslexia' in every other sentence because of this movie - I only hope that this movie doesn't lead parents or dyslexic kids to search for that earth shattering non-academic talent to justify or validate their self-esteem/existence. Being dyslexic and unexceptional would have been a better, more realistic ending.