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Sitare Gardish Mein – My quick take on Amir Khan’s “Sitare Zameen Par” (Theatrical Release)

There are films that gently tap on your soul.

And then there are films that show up like that overzealous cousin at a shaadi — overdressed, over-excited, and over-the-top — who talks big but forgets the steps mid-dance.

‘Sitare Zameen Par’ is that cousin.

Billed as the spiritual cousin of Taare Zameen Par, it arrives with noble intentions, a heart full of purpose, and a voice that wants to inspire the world.

And to be fair — it does… occasionally.

But for the most part, the stars stumble, the plot takes chai breaks, and the script keeps checking its own horoscope.

Let’s me begin with the brightest spark in this constellation: the kids.

Real-life children with Down Syndrome, Autism, and other neurodiverse conditions light up the screen with honesty and grace.

They don’t act — they just are. And that effortless authenticity draws you in.

In many frames, they quietly outshine even the most seasoned star on set — Mr. Perfectionist included.

Full credit to the director for holding space for their natural brilliance, without over-direction or syrupy sentimentalism.

This, right here, is the soul of the film.

A Welcome Restraint

Thankfully, the film doesn’t fall into the tear-jerker trap.

No dramatic zoom-ins. No violins screeching “feel something!”

Instead, it flows with a gentle current of banter, slice-of-life humour, and emotional restraint.

The writers avoid overplaying their hand, and that subtlety — rare in mainstream cinema — keeps the film from becoming a preachy sermon.

The music? Pleasant, peppy, calypso-tinged. Not playlist gold, but it holds the mood like a good background score should. Foot-tap-worthy, if not whistle-worthy.

Without giving too much away — let’s just say there are a few gaping distractions along the way.

Some character tracks, including a strained marital angle and a curiously platonic-turned-maybe-something-else relationship, feel like side quests from another script.

They add runtime, not value.

Trim those, and the film might have found a tighter, more focused voice.

And then there’s Aamir.

The man known for reinventing himself in every role, this time seems stuck in one expression — somewhere between deep contemplation and jetlag.

The frown is fixed so are his brows. The gaze, faraway. The vibe?

Like someone who misplaced his flight ticket and found a philosophy book instead.

To his credit, a few tingoo-style, self-deprecating moments do land well.

And the final monologue — a rare flash of clarity and conviction — reminds us of the Aamir we came looking for.

Overall, Sitare Zameen Par isn’t a bad film.

It’s a well-meaning, occasionally touching, and genuinely inclusive attempt at telling a story that deserves to be seen.

It doesn’t exploit its subject.

It doesn’t overdramatize.

And in its quieter, more honest moments, it makes space for voices and faces we rarely see on screen.

Does it meander? Yes.

Does it try to juggle too many subplots? Also yes.

But it still manages to say — with warmth, not weight — that “everyone’s normal looks different.”

So no, this isn’t Taare Zameen Par.

But maybe it doesn’t want to be.

Maybe it just wants to say something meaningful — in its own imperfect, wandering way.

And for that alone, maybe we look up at these gardish waale sitare… and smile.