Three Idiots – Half of the facebook feeds and blog updates in the last week, have been centred around the movie. And, here I am, being no exception. I was emotionally bonded to the movie even before watching it. For one, five point someone was one of the initial books I read. And, I liked it! I still remember the conversations I had with nive, and rohit, back then, regarding the character sketches and all that. Okay, so back to what I was wanting to write about, 3 idiots, the movie did justice to my expectations. It was a typical ‘feel-good’ movie. It gave me a really nice feeling, because, for once I found a movie in par with the standards of the book! 
There were, a few glitches though. Aamir’s know-it-all role, and quite a few scenes in the second half, but it is definitely going to let you have a ‘worth a watch’ feeling, when you come out of the theatre! “I want to grow up once again” – in awe!
I have always been against the extreme hype that Chetan Bhagat’s books create. A few days before the movie, I was actually fed up, reading ‘two states’. The only element that I appreciated in his earlier attempts, the fast-pace, lost its relevance completely in this one. The book was let-down, a total drag. Or probably, because I have inculcated this thing against IIT grads turning authors. I happened to read the book “Anything for you ma’m”, by some IIT guy. Hundred fifty odd pages of absolute non-sense.
I definitely did not want to write the post, reviewing the book or the movie. I wanted to write about something that has been bothering me, ever since class eleven. The thought that struck me first, on one of those days, when I rdead “morrison and boyd” before going to sleep. I wanted to write about – “I have forgot the last time, when I had learnt something, because I wanted to”.
I am going to be an engineer in six months. And for me, engineering is cramming up for 2 hours before an examination. I look back, and I know, engineering is the last possible career option that I will associate myself to. Back in twelfth, even when I had to do nightmare’ish electronics and thermodynamics, I did not have the guts, to even think of what I really wanted to do in life. Engineering somehow seemed like ‘a must’, and I didn’t know that other options existed. The 2 important stages – classes 11, 12, and engineering, in my life have been disastrous. Okay, I mean, I was fortunate to get 93 percent in 12th, 8 odd pointer at coll, I am happy with the job that NIT Trichy has given me, everything. It’s a blessing, trust me. But, that feeling inside you, that contentment of graduating, is depressingly non-existent.
I still don’t understand why I was made to learn inorganic chemistry. I don’t think it served any purpose in my life at all. Excepting math, everything else to me, was gibberish. My parents are both physics graduates. And, I was struggling to get the basics right. I knew I was not meant for all those equations. I didn’t have a fascination for machines, not for high raised structures, not for mobiles, nothing. I didn’t really care about why and how something worked, as far as it worked fine.
Four years, at college. Memories of doing anything at all that relates to academics, is zilch, but for an operational research course. I know only whatever I was ‘taught’. But, that’s not how the learning process works right? By second year, I realised, I wasn’t meant to be an engineer, and convinced stating, someone had jinxed my horoscope, as well! Quitting, was out of the question. And, I had to go on. I successfully did. But, the regret of having wasting six years in life, is bound to haunt me for a lifetime. Setting aside academics, both college and school, gave me a lot of things. A platform to write/talk/think/discuss, and what not! I look back, and I will proudly say, I have made the best of whatever I was given.
The fundamental question being, wouldn’t my life have taken an all new turn, if only, if only I had taken up some career option that would have suited me? If only, I had invested all the time, in learning something I had wanted to? If only, I had known that ‘engineering or medicine is not everything’? And, how very many of them are like me? Do I blame it all, on the Indian Educational System? or, should I blame it all on myself, for not having stood up and said – ‘no, i dont want to do this’? Agreed, I have heard about a lot of non-engineers having made real big in life back then. But somehow, the proportion, seemed few. I was scared. I wasn’t mentally prepared to do something, unlike the rest of my classmates. ‘What is she good at?’ – the answer in school was invariably physics or chemistry or maths. Lack of awareness, that’s the real culprit.
A miracle, yes, that should happen!
Not all, is well!
P.s : Sorry for the incoherence. I will edit it again, sometime soon.
Not the right kind to start off with, but still yeah. The examination hall, it used to be, 2 people in a bench, a student of class 8 and another of class 6. Preeti was the queen of the whole process. she, being the brilliant girl, used to write all the answers and pass it on to all her other classmates. And, she sat next to me in the exam hall. As a result, I had to pass on a lot of papers to and fro. Well, that, left me in total awe and I later grew up to learn the art..:)
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