Watch It Idiots!

3-idiots..

So… I walk into this movie thinking, Oh 3-Idiots!! What a title!! Based on 5 Point Someone, that Chetan Bhagat novel. Now this should be interesting!!  I wonder if it’d be like how I imagined it… Drifting off into this chain of thought I took my seat and patiently waited for the movie to start.

The title don't seem like much but the movie is filled with subtle hints to the problems and difficulties associated with everyday life in today's unforgiving n competitive world. With the references made to the flaws in our eductaion system in India today and the water logging(Read - Urban flooding) problem in our national capital - Delhi, the movie drives home a subtle but very powerful message. It provokes one to dig down deep and examine the situation at hand and it does a damn good job of it too. Well, atleast it got me thinking. In simple words, the movie does a blissful muthra visrajan on the education system in this country and also the Delhi government. 

The movie set in the backdrop of The Imperial College of Engineering, depicts the life of three young boys, The antics they pull off in college, their perspectives and ambitions in life and their struggle againt the prejudiced and narrow minded(if i may call it that) education system and society.

The anchor role Rancho, played by Aamir Khan, a free spirited and a brilliant engineering student symbolizes what i choose to call an ideal student. In his own unique comic way, he presents some interesting solutions to the dilema of every student. Not only that, he also raises important, unanswered questions facing the youth of today and more so the nation/education system as a whole.

The movie is complete and has an equal share of comedy, emotion and tragedy. Each interwined in a very beautiful(wish i had another word to fit in here) way to produce an end result - A pulsating drama of 2 and a half hours. The comedy sequences make you laugh till your stomach hurts while the emotional bits make you want to cry(well at least a few).

The movie has some very catchy lingo too. The kind of stuff that college going kids(Although not very old myself i choose to call them kids because now i am an IT professional with three years of experience :P) will pick. Stuff like - Muthra Visarjan for taking a leak make for some interesting phrases to use if you are an 18 year old. So what if they over did the baby delivery thing in the movie. I mean, why would one enjoy watching a movie if it were a copy book of his/her life?? 

The movie is full of strong performances. Madhavan, the other guy whoes name i cannot recall, Raju in the movie, Kareena in her own small, actually very small way and the ever so delightful Boman Irani who played the part of a "Traditional" college principal to perfection. Even the farting "Silencer" as he is called in the movie is worth a mention.

All in all, it is an amazing piece of work amd a must watch if you are either a college going "kid" or just out of college, or like me, you are a non-computer science graduate working for a top tier IT Services company :)... 

Happy Viewing!!

Caution: The movie is nothing short of a Balatkar, hahahaha!! 

The Last Ride - The Final Crusade!

It was a cold October night, the winter had already set in, a bit too soon for this time of the year but you could sense the dryness in the air and feel the chill up your spine. He had already done 75000 kilo meters and in spite of the cold, he was feeling the heat. “The first signs of something going wrong”, he thought to himself. He carried on nevertheless. He had to reach his destination. That was his task. He had never failed before and he was not planning on giving up now. Not just yet! He raced on as fast as he could up the mighty slopes that lay in front of him. Jubilee Hills, Banjara Hills, bring it on, he thought! “I am on a roll”. Tired, exhausted even, and gasping for a breath of fresh air, craving for rest. He hit a manhole. Ouch! Pain sore through his suspensions, but he carried on. He heard a click. He no longer knew how much further he had to go or how fast he was going. He only had his instinct to rely on. The night was cold and dark, no street lights either. “Damn the Indian Government”, he thought again!

Racing through the cold, he felt a rare thrill, a rush of engine oil through his bore and piston. He hadn’t felt like this in a long time. Excitement rushed through his frame, a shudder? No! His frame was trembling with the excitement at the thought of realizing this one last mission before he finally took a break. A nice long break, no missions, no bumpy roads, no crappy vehicle exhausts, just a nice long break.

A loud thud! Reality hit him hard, another bump on the road. This time he knew he broke something. His rear set cowl was on the verge of breaking into two. Minutes to go, he chuckled at that thought. As he rode on into the cold dark night, he was amazed at the surprisingly vast amount of pain he had endured all these days, and more so, today.

He could hear himself now, he was panting, Urrr!! Urrrrr!!! Urrrrrrr!!! Urrrrrrrrrr!! He heard an unfamiliar grain in his engine, he knew it wouldn’t be much longer, he’d have to give in to the cruel world of automobiles and automobile engineers around him. Long overdue, he thought and chuckled again. Luckily for him he did not have to go much further, he could see the last corner, the final bend in front of his eyes.

Another rush of fluid engine oil burst through his engine, another rush of excitement, he was going down in style, that he’d decided. He roared past the lesser mortals of his generation, his kind and then he heard loud sound, of something braking. He let out a wild cry. Kat!!! Kat!!! Kat!! Kat!! And he rolled to a standstill. Exhausted he turned to look at his master, he knew him well, they were like brothers. In a fleeting moment of glory, his lights blinked one last time before they shut down. He made it! He did not let down his master. He went down in style, if only for a moment! He knew he would be back again, he would rise from the dead, he would again sore through, past the lesser mortals of his kind, just like he had done on his final lap of glory. He would be a legend one day. And people will remember him, not his master, not anyone else, they would remember HIM, as

Pulsar 180 DTS-i
Definitely Male!!!


Post Script – This the author’s tribute to his still surviving, alive and kicking, well oiled machine called the Pulsar 180 – DTS-i, that has survived numerous bumps on the road, 75000 kms and 3 years of non-stop riding and still managed to serve him well !! The author has never been late when he was riding this bike.

Hail Pulsar!