I was transported to the old days when I watch The Kite Runner. Khaled Hosseini is the author of the book which was turned to the motion picture with the same title. I still remember my old days when we would shriek with laughter ‘chait‘ which means ‘cut’ in Nepali. The scenes of two boys flying the kite stirred a lot of my emotions in me. There were moments of tears, joy, fear and anger throughout the movie. It is a stark reminder to us what the war does to the country and her people. It is a depiction of the atrocities and heartache that wars bring.
My host dad enjoyed the kite flying parts in the movie the most. Later, he shared that his childhood memories of flying kite came back afresh. He talked about the joys of flying kites and how this part of his culture is slowly fading. More and more youth are hooked to computer games and social media. They do not know the joy in juggling the kites against or along the wind. There is a distinct joy of engaging in a kite battle with your opponent.
I, too, remember standing by my cousins and friends shouting from the top of my lungs when we won the battle. There was mere joy of cutting the yarn of your opponent’s kite and watching it descending farther. In that cutthroat competition, there were days I came home with a silent cry to the lost kite but with victorious noise when other lost their kites. A kind of fellowship was there with your kins, rest of the kite flyers and in some ways with the kites. And of course, the endless relationship with the spool, thread and the kite if you have shared the joy of flying kite just like my friends and I have.
Since, flying kite was so close to our hearts from childhood, the movie was able to generate nostalgia. Secondly, those two little boys played their roles brilliantly. Hassan and Amir were two charming stars of the movie. Especially Hassan left a big impression on me for his characters- faithfulness, genuine, generous and resilient. He remained faithful until the end of his life.