Arbitrary Notions

I was in the fields, a dry barren land. As far as the eyes could see there seemed to be no sign of life. The dusty land underneath my feet was cool which was weird because the sun was shining bright overhead. The land was divided into plots by trenches. The plot I was standing on felt like it belonged to me. There were withering plants all around me. I started moving forward, careful not to crush any of the plants. 

(The Prompt for this piece was: Delivering a message in an unconventional way)

W e all have a voice inside of us; you know the one I am going to talk about. it is the one which will stop you from jumping around in the puddle of water after the rain, the one which gives you about a million reasons why doing that 'childish' thing is not a good idea,

The world is a stage but the play is badly cast – Oscar Wilde This is one of the statements that probably Imtiaz Ali tried to make in Tamasha. If you think about it, it was more of ‘Why the play is so badly cast?’ the question that he tried to address.