the 4th idiot...

The look of the student walking in the professional college was as if he is out there to teach, and not to learn. The student starts displaying his hidden, special talent with arrogant attitude as soon as he enters the college premises where everybody is tensed and victimised due to severe sexual harassment at the hands of seniors…called as ragging. And this sets the meter on, on which the entire movie was going to run.Then there were frequent recurrent scenes of toilets with side angles, top view, bottom view, scenes of pissing, here and there with spoonful of shocking learning sessions, scenes of bathrooms, commodes, scenes of exhibiting under wears and feeling proud about it, talking of word Balatkar N number of times and laughing till tummy bursts as if ‘raped’, similar is the story of the climax scene where an untrained young man inspects and examines whether there was crowning during emergency labour.. by putting his head in between a prospective good looking young mother’s thighs and the shot was kept on for around 6-10 seconds…And through out the movie the respected Ladies and Gentlemen in their respected chairs were laughing, giggling, happy and hilarious... as if they were watching one of the finest, greatest and talented creations of our old and matured Indian Cinema.
I, then, realised that I was the only idiot amongst those hundreds sitting there.

I thought that we still belong to a place…
Where wearing short T shirt and be-low-waist jean is a matter of hot debate...
Where religious values are rated much higher up than humanitarian values...
Where ladies are not allowed to enter many temples of big-big cities...
Where girls going to pubs, drinking, holding her he/she friend’s hand passionately in a public place is a matter of social taboo…
Where pissing, toilets, shit-ting, rape related acts on our dear ones, ‘balls’ etc are related to bad words amounting to abuses….and much more.
And I came to know that I was seriously wrong.
All were enjoying the movie and I was the idiot, odd man out, was finding something or the other out of place. Through out the movie the staff, the professors, the princi were portrayed as idiots and made fun off…, The education system, the parents and the elders (seniors) were easily targeted and almost labelled idiots… and the actually shown 3 idiots were the three cleavers… humble and modest... who laughingly allowed us to call them idiot…
Salute to their modesty…

The success of the movie does not lie in the make, take, or break (breaking of social norms), but lies in the heads and hearts of the viewers who have a strong unresolved feeling that they could have been better off and could have done better if they would have done something different… and that is simply because of the education system, which according to them is rusted and rotten, has not given them enough.And therefore the Babamaharaj hero of the movie tells them to be what you want to be and be what you are…be able first, success will follow… All were learning laughingly and I, the odd man idiot, was thinking of Adwaniji… who is widely considered as able but failed time and again.and I kept thinking of those so called great names whose contribution has shown us a dream of ‘India : the superpower”, which might not come true… but which doesn’t seem impossible… all those were and are the produce of the same education system.Again, I the idiot was on wrong track…

I kept wondering...How this will make today’s aggressive generation more aggressive on their seniors… be it parent, professor, princi…
How today’s wayward young blood will get a tool to behave more wayward under the banner of do-what-you-feel-like….
How the young will get inspired to confront establishment because they are made aware that the system under which they are learning is weak, hollow and out-dated.
But All others in the auditorium were jumping and bouncing in their chairs….
And I the idiot was feeling great that I could think different. I got to know that I was wrong as soon as picture got over when the people started discussing as if they had witnessed a greatest phenomenon of life that was only possible because of the wonderfool creation of Indi-cinema.

The movie was actually a ditto carbon copy of a similar movie in past and could have been labelled as Munnabhai BE, BTech… it was an old wine in old bottle with a new title. All the scenes and shots were conceptualised same like that of Munna MBBS… right from affair with deans daughter to change of identity to end the movie.
The only difference was...
There in MBBS, the message was subtle; situation based, and from an illiterate, uneducated person victimised by the system and was about a touch of humanity…
While here in this ‘BE, BTech’, it is by the educated, over smart, critics of establishment and arrogant Heroes of today. for those who are elite and educated.

And what was the message, “follow your passion”
Is it really possible to follow once own passion? What kind of social and cultural set-up in which we all are tied down? Does every one get space to introspect, think, and know his/her passion? Do we have that kind of up-bringing to be able to realise and then actualise our own real potential? can a typical middle class (really typical, these days the so called middle class has as upward shift, to as upper middle class.. and lower class has got further devalued due to relative rise in the socio-economical standards. so the typical middle class has shrunken in size and number but therefore only got more suffocated and suppressed.) value-system ever offer so much freedom and choice for anyone to know surely what his/her passion could be?

Knowingly or unknowingly we (in India) give more emphasis on creating more and more good, smart and apparently intelligent Copy-Cats. We are so smart in this business that no-one can ever say that ‘this’ cat is copying. Why no-one even we do not realise that to what we call ‘our’ originality has its (deep) roots somewhere in past, west, east or waste (something thrown and discarded by someone as waste and outdated). But we are so much proud of ourselves that even if someone just mentions about anything as copy, we feel strongly offended and insulted, that we go to any extent to prove that we aren’t copy-cat, and in turn we prove the contradiction raised and not the real ‘original’ point.
Are such copy-cats expected to know their real passion?
and if they are currently frustrated with whatever they are doing…. aren’t they going to feel more and more and more frustrated that they are not doing what their unknown, untapped ‘talent’ wanted them to do. and commit suicide, the way shown in the movie… just check the published suicide rate since the movie is released.


This copy-cat attitude only created havoc after the movie was released… with the author of the original novel. The poor author did not know that their lies a Cat in each copy-cat....