Sunday, December 27, 2009

3 Idiots of my life

Over the weekend I caught a late night show of 3 Idiots at a nearby mall. I will not review the film here; suffice to say it is the most awesome film I have seen since Dil Chahta Hain. However after watching the film and relishing the college camaraderie depicted therein, it reminded me of the 3 Idiots in my college life. These three idiots were as dissimilar and diverse as Madonna and Mayawati, but sure I did have one hell of a time with them during those memorable years

The first Idiot, and my best friend, was a muscular Muslim guy and the most hilarious person I have met till date. Though he pulled down my pants often, irrespective of my like or dislike, but mind you I have never laughed as heartily with anyone else ever. He was a typical langotiya yaar, with whom one shared all stupidities of college life inside and outside campus and indulged in all non-sense behavior. I don’t recall anyone with whom I have shared my life so deeply and dearly as with this Idiot. He also had a sardarni girl friend; which was all the more interesring for the conflicts between his girlfriend’s devilish mother and him can become the subject matter of another blog.

The second Idiot was the quietest guy you can ever imagine. He was often referred to as a depressed soul, for he detested color and effervescence like anything preferring his own world of eternal staring into oblivion. Though in his heart he lusted for the bombshell chicks around, but he always retained his lifeless existence and never came out of his khadi loving world. After college he joined JNU, which was his perfect calling for it allowed him to live his dream life of a jhola clad research scholar. Last heard he was with National Security team in PM office!

The third Idiot was a character you can only find in comics and films, though I found him on the next bench. He was a Tam Brahm with oiled hair and wore shirts resembling Rajesh Khanna/Rajendra Kumar 70s films. The simplest guy ever possible, he never hung around in college and was a devoted violin player. Visiting his home reminded of old 50s era; the toilet in their government quarter had an Indian flush with only a drum of water for help. Sharman Joshi’s black and white home in the 3 Idiots film actually resembled his abode, complete with broken fans and dingy ambience.

Staying with them perhaps I was the biggest idiot, trying to find my feet and make sense of all that was happening around. However I must unabashedly admit that I indeed had the most unforgettable time of my life with them; the incredible tales I can recount will beat even the Chetan Bhagat novel. After all it is friends and the experiences one goes through together that make life, life

12 comments:

  1. Oohhh..I loved the movie too...!!!

    N the 3 idiots u are talking about..sound interesting!!!

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  2. I thoroughly agree with your last statement. Life would not be life without friends!

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  3. ...and the experience one goes through together that makes life, life.

    true...so true...i guess everybody has 3 idiots in their lives. :)

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  4. awwww!!!! lovely post!!

    reminded me of the idiots that me and my friends were and are. :)

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  5. I had no idiots in my college life. I was and am good alone.

    N

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  6. acha ab toh i mus watch it..too many good reviews i have got for this one

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  7. Hey man,stalked you from my blog. Liked the post :) Nice stuff u got out there.
    Hope to Keep in touch.

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  8. Yup... there are idiots in everyone's life.... Guys who seems like losers but end up as real successful in long run

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  9. i sumhow do not find chetan bhagat's write-ups so great!!! You must give a try writing a buk...however ;) mentioning ur college ke kisse :)

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    what is it??

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