The film was about a virtuous man named Karim trying to be a good father, but was slowly loosing his connection with his family obliviously. After an ostrich escaped the ostrich farm he worked at, and he was blamed for the loss, Karim left the ostriches behind to find work elsewhere. For a while, he worked as a motorcycle taxi service, but one day, while he was rummaging through the pile of junk that he had collected, it all collapsed on him leaving him bed ridden for months. During that time, he experienced a revolution. He began to realize that he was neglecting his wife and daughter because he was consumed with the pointless items. Day by day, his family and friends cleared all of his excess away. The film ends where it began; at the ostrich farm.
I personally really liked this film for its humorous take on some aspects life, but also because of the truth it speaks about life.
One of the truths I found most touching was that of the "ridiculous dream". The loving father actively attacked the dream of his son because becoming a millionaire by breeding and selling fish was, in Karim's mind, a waste of his son's thoughts and time. In the end, his son actually cleared out the murky cistern and filled it with water. The cistern was so perfect, that sparrows began nesting in it's peace and solitude.
Karim's son's dream could become a reality.
When I was little, I knew I wanted to be an artist. I wrote and illustrated my first (and last) children's book trilogy when I was about six. Drawing was just always my passion.
As I got older, a new dream began to rear it's head: I wanted to be a musician. The only problem with that was that my voice just wasn't very impressive, I hadn't been playing piano very long, and at that point, I hadn't even considered teaching myself guitar. Thus, people never really let me sing, I was never comfortable in front of people when I played piano, and I never played guitar for people (even after I'd learned a few songs).
People told me to stick to what I was good at. To not do something that wasn't in my area of ability. To leave the solos to the girl with a strong voice. To be in the background only. I've always been stubborn, however, and, in the privacy of my room, I grew my voice, the calluses on my fingers, and studied my sheet music even though it would never really amount to anything according to some.
After years of holding to the dream, I'm still by no means a Mozart, but I am a semi-lead singer in the worship ensemble here at Huntington University, I've composed a couple songs accompanied by guitar, a few songs for piano, a dubstep single, and a few short techno demos.
My dream could become a reality, but for now, I'll just stick to art. =j
(If you want to hear my music mentioned, click this. There's a download link in the song's description if you like it.)
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