3Idiots

We all have seen group of gutsy guys in National Film Award winner “DCH” with lovely hearts lead by “A” character in 2001. Again same “A” character led another band of five PDIs (Passion driven individuals) in India’ official entry for Academic Awards “RDB” struck with MiG-21 in 2006. And its repeat that third time another group of 3 Idiots (Individual Drowned in Oppressive Tutelage) lead by same “A” character is a sweet coincidence. All three cinematic stings had in “A” charismatic character and brilliant actor in common. It’s also undisputed fact that all three productions on the floor bear AAA rating. Isn’t that all three “A”s in combine? These movies are joyous, entertaining and though provocative in edutainment for all cinema goers. For those in US, this movie also tinkers different thoughts. You will find so many "Chatur"s travelling in and out of India.

Screenplay is loosed based on Chetan Bhagat’s Five point someone and is must to watch. Its lively frames and dialogue all have sensible humor and proves laugh buster. Bits and pieces of social preaching wrapped in rich and healthy diet of comedy, 3Idiots is well made movie. I wonder how Handsomely Rich Khan would look as college lad. But the guy is still good looking and girls including wives will have their eyes rolling on and on. Boys, husbands keep watching the movie c’ze you might miss be the plot.

I won’t paint the movie’s canvas to be flawless. It has some flaws but shadowed by its classy momentum and pace. Scene of delivering the baby, Rancho’s having every wining moments and probably there should have been roller coaster ride between him and ViruS. The movie is painted black and white, good and bad, stupid and talented, etc. With every win of Roncho’s sterling white moment, Chatur’s face gets black-washed. Anyway, nothing to take away credit from quality production and different treatment. Here comes Indian Cinema on the verge of change and lets welcome and rejoice the change. The movie is fantastic treat to cinematic world giving noteworthy social message may be it in movie style. Campuses across academic institutions will tarnish “come on! it’s just a movie”. However, everyone will agree to its true essence and the movie certainly triggers the different thought. Haven’t we seen some social impact “TJP” illuminated on the urban education ground? Another “A”s brilliance. 3Idiots gives thumping social message using the most strongest and effective media out from Bollywood studio that itself doesn’t host and nest such honest experiments. Time again viewers have voiced and choiced quality screenplays nevertheless Bollywood studios consistently creating rusty, filmsy, distasteful melodramas or overdramas. Here we watch the screenplay in complete harmony with its cheerful characters, authentic story line and nerve catching cinematic scenes. It opens a think tank for your-self and others. 3Idiots makes you laugh, makes you cry, makes you to think while giving you smooth joyful scenic roller coaster ride. It’s not a text book that satisfies all your cravings but it certainly tastes new style of cinema. Its script throws many magical, eye-popping, busting, hilarious frames and moments.

Hold on. I am not finished. Three I’ys (I call it) came close to my heart and its script kicked me with its “All Izz Well” into my past “Idiot” days.. I have no intent to exaggerate and overrate my experiences. I find no cruel interest to draw any parallel lines to Roncho who is portrayed genius. I was no genius for sure. 3Idiots with its three powerful batteries flash-backed into my lost days when I struggled and suffocated with the system into the midst of rusty Bookism. 3Idiots opened my closed book and placed me into the class where I stood in silence when my Physics Professor halted my lecture on “Lasers” and embarrassed me in front of my M.Sc. classmates. He was technically correct in banishing my teaching style that was “outside the book” (OTB) elements but loosely based on simplicity. He failed to see that it was one of my honest efforts to present “how to teach” things.

Going back into flash, I stood in class XIIth students if they have seen JJWS; another “A” brilliant movie. Students were all curious what makes a teacher to speak about a movie in such a great taste. Few moments after they understood I was making them to understand a non existing centrifugal force. I witnessed same flash of curiously in their eyes when I asked them how many can fly kite up in the sky. The class discussed about each other’s kite flying experience until I uplifted their sporting spirit to be able to understand actual “lift” in accordance with Bernoulli’s principle. I tried liberating physics from the jargons of texted notes on Bookism and made the concepts simpler to understand while explaining and drawing analogies from science’s daily life application. End result: The tuition proprietor slapped me with relocation notice saying my teaching style doesn’t suits to his student who pays for notes and in return of high graded marks.

One more flash into back. Another bookmark where my college buddies frosted me for attending “Applied Electronics” lectures where attendee to the class was just me with rest all bunking the “boring” lecture. Days I made fun of my “academically attentive abused” “AAA” rated classmates juggling through last minute-notes before exam while I felt wicked pride in reading Times of India up in the morning. Thanks to my friend Salil who always brought my M.Sc result marks sheet. Not that I wanted to see my score but to see if there is any dropped subject that will put me back on the paddle of wheel for writing the paper again. One day, I feared that my radical approach towards education system will cause me harm and make me fail to even get past my M.Sc. program. It would create a social shame screenplay. My classmates will giggle in their victory parade nailing me to the cross of big failure as if to show-cause the evil consequences of defying the preaching of Bookism. I would become a subject of flagstone of failure and escapism. This screenplay scared a big crap out of me and provided big impetus for preparing and passing exams with 65%. My face smiled not at my score but on the inept education system that I manipulated successfully. Finally, I was out of this rat race. While another part of me was disappointed for failing to show-cause my “actual” education.

Few reals back and I was struggling in front of examiner board to convince about my six month M.Sc. project at IUCAA, Pune where I studied organics of Stellar Spectra and computing world. My project lacked functional elements such as circuit boards, sensors or any operational tools. I had none or less evidences to produce about my joy of learning science at one of prestigious research institutes of India. My examiners were not in mood to listen to my filmy scripted ecstatic run in torrid rain to phone call Mr. Gupta telling him in rejoice about “I found it”. You will find them in cinema halls and not in institutes for lauding for such fairy tales. Mr. Gupta was a fellow research faculty at IUCCAA and mentor to my academic project. The project was to analyze Fortran programming code changes to compares stellar spectra with its reference library. My project book didn’t tell about what I built or created. Narrating my four months of weekly visits to IUCAA was like adding childish glittery to my fairy tale. No institute official wanted to calibrate my aptitude, hunger, strive for studying numerous books on Stellar Spectroscopy, Astrophysics, Statistics, Unix, Fortran, computer and spectral simulation software. All these subjects were foreign elements to my M.Sc program. I worked with undying passion to decipher 20,000 lines of Fortran code and solving mystery that challenged me every day. I couldn’t express in words to my examiners of that evening when I found the change in Fortran program was just “one liner”. I couldn’t document and present those days, hours, every Sundays I spent at IUCAA library deciphering the code jinx, teaching myself varied subject of Spectroscopy with never done before UNIX, Fortran like computing world and finally breaking the “CODE”. I witnessed multi-fountain joy that erupted from every fiber of my human spirit; No scoring or exam system even to the extent of granting me 200 out of 200 grades will be able to match up my spirit, my self-perpetuating chase for success to educate myself to hunt one line of code. My project was indeed “One line change”. The line that changed my course of educational life.

Do yourself a favor in 2010. Watch 3Idiots!