There are times when a certain line from a song, a certain book or a certain movie, or even something which a kith said leaves a deep mark deep there within...! You don't pay heed to that at first but then in that last 5-10 mins when u lie down in solitude before sleeping, you realize what a revelation it was, something u always knew and still never thought about it in this detail and then you come to realize that how much this issue, this thought, this topic related to your own life and how you have been just playing blind to it forever.
It happened with me when I saw 3 idiots...the brilliant screenplay and dialogues left me laughing intermittently throughout the movie and I came out promising myself to watch this movie again. Later that night when I was in my bed it struck me...this had been soooo all around us.Hell..!
The Joy Lobo scene; when being disappointed with the discouragement by the faculty and the fear to disappoint his hardworking dad, set to be the first engineer in the village, the poor guy hung himself with the writing on the wall being I QUIT...I revisited the suicide rate our engineering college was sadly infamous for. Though the media loved to throw the mud in the name of ragging, a lot of suicides were the result of failure to stand up to the expectations, towering pillars of expectations of your family, relatives, the society, some girl you loved, your own-self! The carrier of the expectation may be different in each case but was unfailingly always there.
Once you are in the engineering college all the outside stakeholders look for is the day when you find that big fat paycheck giving company that picks you up and gives you all the amenities and post u in phoren and you make them proud.What transpires in the process is a different story altogether. And probably what parents dont realise is that the big fat paycheck is not growing on trees and is only the privilege of a lucky few.The placement scenes with the pressure built around reminded me of belonging to the engineering batch that suffered the recession plight.
Another thing that stuck chords with me was the amazing song before the sequence called " Give me some sunshine". Simple nice lyrics and again well meant.
Kandhon ko kitabon
Ke bojh ne jhukaya
Rishvat dena to khud
Papa ne sikhya
99% marks laaoge to
ghadi varna chadi
99 is the new 90.When I took my class 12th, my humble 83 was a decent. Not as if it was the 17th century. Now last year my cousin scored a 97.8 and was still cribbing over the maths sum she spoiled.I mean if i ever get scores like that I would like never ever complain on anything. And its not just her, the two professors she has as parents were also in the same state. Parents cribbing about the kid's marks is not an unheard of story anyways. But the bar is rising and rising too high.Probably they will have to make space for a more than perfect score. But does that not rob us of a lot ? Personally speaking I miss all the family get together/weddings/trips/fun family moments ever since I have been living in the hostel. Not only that, I have seen my little cousins being literally dragged into studying when all they wanted was to join their peers in the games in the park. One of my cousin at the age of 10 learns guitar, plays soccer for his school team, was learning tennis, swimming,and God only knows what else and I remember all I did at that age was to roam around the house in the summers and maybe read a story book or enjoy junglebook and aladin.
Changing Times and what else..!
It happened with me when I saw 3 idiots...the brilliant screenplay and dialogues left me laughing intermittently throughout the movie and I came out promising myself to watch this movie again. Later that night when I was in my bed it struck me...this had been soooo all around us.Hell..!
The Joy Lobo scene; when being disappointed with the discouragement by the faculty and the fear to disappoint his hardworking dad, set to be the first engineer in the village, the poor guy hung himself with the writing on the wall being I QUIT...I revisited the suicide rate our engineering college was sadly infamous for. Though the media loved to throw the mud in the name of ragging, a lot of suicides were the result of failure to stand up to the expectations, towering pillars of expectations of your family, relatives, the society, some girl you loved, your own-self! The carrier of the expectation may be different in each case but was unfailingly always there.
Once you are in the engineering college all the outside stakeholders look for is the day when you find that big fat paycheck giving company that picks you up and gives you all the amenities and post u in phoren and you make them proud.What transpires in the process is a different story altogether. And probably what parents dont realise is that the big fat paycheck is not growing on trees and is only the privilege of a lucky few.The placement scenes with the pressure built around reminded me of belonging to the engineering batch that suffered the recession plight.
Another thing that stuck chords with me was the amazing song before the sequence called " Give me some sunshine". Simple nice lyrics and again well meant.
Kandhon ko kitabon
Ke bojh ne jhukaya
Rishvat dena to khud
Papa ne sikhya
99% marks laaoge to
ghadi varna chadi
99 is the new 90.When I took my class 12th, my humble 83 was a decent. Not as if it was the 17th century. Now last year my cousin scored a 97.8 and was still cribbing over the maths sum she spoiled.I mean if i ever get scores like that I would like never ever complain on anything. And its not just her, the two professors she has as parents were also in the same state. Parents cribbing about the kid's marks is not an unheard of story anyways. But the bar is rising and rising too high.Probably they will have to make space for a more than perfect score. But does that not rob us of a lot ? Personally speaking I miss all the family get together/weddings/trips/fun family moments ever since I have been living in the hostel. Not only that, I have seen my little cousins being literally dragged into studying when all they wanted was to join their peers in the games in the park. One of my cousin at the age of 10 learns guitar, plays soccer for his school team, was learning tennis, swimming,and God only knows what else and I remember all I did at that age was to roam around the house in the summers and maybe read a story book or enjoy junglebook and aladin.
Changing Times and what else..!
1 comment:
gud one
but i was expecting u to write something about current education system n how it churn out professionals and not original thinkers....u started off brilliantly but ended up making the GOOD OLD DAYS forwarded mail....:P
this movie is frame karwa kar rakho type....had such a worthy msg in it but it died in credit-claim fight...
hate chetan bhagat for that
instead of debating on more logical thing like education sys and the much needed reformation suddenly everyone was talking about copyright......eeeee
but film-makers even didn't learn the msg themselves there a guy studied in name of someone with no desire of credit he was happy to let it slip to someone else lap..but here there was a media war over it.....
seems like easy to preach but difficult to follow case.....
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