ASTITVA

BOOND KA ASTITVA BHI MIT JAATA HAIN
PEHLI BAARISH KE BAAD
GHAMAND HAIN HAMARA NAHI MITTA
100 THOKORE KE BAAD
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PYAAR KI ULJHANE,
JAWANI KI KASHMKASH
CHAL JAATI EK UMRA KE BAAD
BAS REH JAATA TAJURBA YAAD
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KAHI PE JINGHUR KE AWAAZE
KAHI PE NAL KI TAP-TAP
MIT JAATA HAIN SAB KUCH
EK DASTAK KE BAAD
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SAMAI KA RAHA DASTOOR
NAA RUKA KISI KA GUROOR
AATA SABKA KAAL
MIT JAATA SABKA ASTITVA

Aisi Thi Ek Udaan!!

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Aisi thi Ek Udaan

Khula Pankh ,Neela Aasman

Tod Ke Ghonsle Ki Deewar

Bharni thi Ek Unchi Udaan

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Udne Ka Gyan Naa Tha

Par Hounsla Bhi Kam Naa Tha

Chotte Pankh ,Khula Aasman

Le Li Maine Ek Unchi Udaan

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Udaan Naa Pasand Aayi Usko

Bhej Diya Usne Vikraal

Kaale Baadal ,Ghanghor Hawa

Jhel Naa Sakaa Jisko Main

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Toot Gaye Saare Armaan

Le Gaya Woh Saari Udaan

Sif Toote Pankh,Khula Aasmaan

Bas Reh Gayi

"AISI EK UDAAN"

One Night Stand

(A sizzling story must read forall youth::sent to me by my friend )

It was 3:30 am, summers of 2006. My sleep had been lost and my heart was pounding in its full excitement. For the last 4 hours I was on my bed with her. It was like a long-cherished dream come true. Her name was Eva(though this wasn‘t her real name, I used to call her lovingly with this particular name) and she was Spanish. She was my first love. I had been seeing her for the last ten months. That summer, she was very kind to me, for she agreed to unravel all her secrets to me someday. And that night, her kindness was par excellence as she dissolved all my moments of wait. I still vividly recall those moments, Eva was sitting on my lap, her very touch was giving me an exotic pleasure. My fingers moved all around her neck, as rapidly as they could, trying to feel her with all my senses alive.

She was astonishingly beautiful and definitely very very sexy, but that night she was looking totally different to me, the curves of her body arousing my senses(anybody would lose his sleep after grasping that). After hanging around with her for almost 10 long months, I finally succeeded in winning her. I could not believe myself as all my fantasies were being fulfilled. I used to spend countless hours with her on a daily basis to pursue her to let me someday have fun with her, but she took her time in gaining her faith on me. My perseverance at last won her and she finally agreed to divulge herself to me. With her on my congested single-bed, she made it easy for me by being very cooperative. I bolted the door from inside and shut the windows, and without any further delay I began. I did all kind of hammering and bending on her and she was still supportive. She too wanted somebody to love her with all his passions, and that day I fulfilled all her desires. Touching the curves of her body was a sensation out of this world. While fondling her, my eyes remained closed while my soul danced in the music of happiness. I sang all the romantic songs I knew just for her, while she swayed her body in the melody and accompanied me.

Our fun was short-lived(game over in just 6 hours), as at 5 ‘o clock, somebody knocked the bolted door. Terrified, with her still lying on my bed(stark naked!) I dared to open the door(with my exhausted fingers!!!), having no option for her to hide. It was my Mom, banging me with a straight-forward question, “What the hell are you doing with your door closed?”; I tried to provide the best possible explanation to stop her at the door, but she pushed me aside and entered the room to be shocked at seeing Eva lying helpless on my single bed(and that too without anything to cover her bare body). I was caught red-handed, but still I could not hide the excitement of my first night-stand.

I blushingly exclaimed to my Mom, “Mom, I was having fun with her!!!”, pointing to the sexy five-feet Eva with her six-strings intact and her giraffe-like long neck slimy due to the continuous friction from my hand. She was lying naked on my bed with her cover lying on the floor(She was looking sexier from distance with all her curves beautifully crafted). I was looking and longing for her when my Mom pulled my ears and said, “So it was you who was making all the noise! You didn’t care that others were sleeping?” I had no answer. I looked at Eva, but her face faced my Mom, she kept looking at my Mom with her mouth open in a circle but alas she did not have a tongue to counter my Mom‘s scolding.

I just smiled back at Mom because of the eternal joy I had with my first love : my first girl-friend, when she unravelled all her secrets to me. That was the time I realized that I could play any song on her as I won a special place in her heart !

I got my first real six-strings
Got it tuned and tried all the tricks
Played it till my fingers bled
It was summer of 2006
If I got the chance
I would always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life

There are lots of P.S. to be written,but you people enjoy....dis tym no P.S.

Will u die for me??

Prelude
They are a happy couple. Just married - three years ago. Both of them were supposed to have an arranged marriage, but each of them - on the day of their marriage - fell in love. With each other. Their arranged marriage metamorphosed into a love marriage and nobody could even get to know about it. They are in love ever since.

He is a bit logical, with his mind being curious deciphering various facets of life; while she prefers thinking with her heart. She is an ardent believer in God, while he is an atheist, rather an agnostic, after-all he needs logic to believe anything. They are opposite in almost every respects, and perhaps that's why they make such a perfect couple.

One Fine Day
They were sitting in the drawing room, she was cutting the vegetables while he was peeling peas with his logical mind lost in decoding yet another mystery.

"Will you die for me?" He asked out of nowhere. The sharp knife in her hand came to a stand-still. Her eyes were questioning his question, as if it were repugnant. She could not think with her heart this time, rather she did not want to.

"I'll certainly kill you if you talk about 'death'." She pointed the knife towards him making him comforted that his death was imminent.

"Honey, I am not kidding. Please answer. Will you die for me?"
"What kind of question is this?"
"Please don't get irritated. I want an answer, I have something in my mind."
"You and your mind. A helluva combination. You already know the answer! I'll certainly." She said, with her mental blackboard sketching her death in all possible permutations.
"Hmm."
"Was that what you wanted to assure? Satisfied?"
"Not yet. One more question. A difficult one this time." He said.
"Ah! Another headache approaching. Shoot, I've no options left."
"That's like a good wife. So here is my question - If you had been given a choice between these two things - Me dying for you or you dying for me, what would you've chosen?"
"You're sick. What is the matter with you? Why these sudden talks about death?"
"No questions. First answer my question." He dominated.
"You're never gonna mend - will always remain weird. By the way, the question was not so difficult. In fact, not at all. I wonder you even have to ask. I will let you live honey and a thousand times over. I will do it without any second thought."

"Gotcha! This is where my BIG question comes. Don't you think that you are acting selfish by letting me live because when you will be gone, you'll stay in peace. While, I will be tortured not to find you anymore for my entire life, with nothing but your memories burning my heart every moment. You are choosing the easy path buddy. This way you want me to face more misery, don't you?" He struck the bull's eye.

"But your parents will need you. My parents will miss me but my brother will look after them." She tried to think with her mind.
"Suppose there are no obligations at all. Then what will you choose?" He was much better at thinking with his mind.
"Still I'll let you live because in this way, I'll have some peace in the other world until you come and join me." She taunted. She forwent the option of thinking with her mind.
"Come on. Answer me seriously! Will you let me live and die everyday missing you more and more than ever?"
"Hmmmmmmmmmm. You have thought it out very well."
"This is a paradox." He said with pride, as if he would be awarded the Nobel Prize for this brilliant discovery. Noble Prize for love. Alas, there is no such category, otherwise she would be a recipient of a thousand of them.

She was lost - in thinking - this time with her heart. Suddenly, she said, "No, it isn't."

"What? You've an answer to this! Interesting...so what's the catch?" His pride was transformed into the curiosity for the reply that was to come.
"Well, the catch is my love does not need my presence. It is in fact your strength, not your weakness." Her heart gave sound defeat to his logic. He however was not convinced.
"I did not understand"

"I know you are dumb. Listen carefully this time - in my absence you will miss me but you'll realize in some time that I never want you to miss me in a way that hurts you but in a way that inspires you to make a meaningful life, fulfill all those dreams and do all those things that I couldn't do. Love is not for fretting over, rather it is to help you feel alive forever." Her words left him spell-bound.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" He asked.
"No, but many other guys did tell me that - actually, too many times!"

"Naughty." He exclaimed naughtily and tried to catch her, she ran away and they played Chor-Police in their drawing room for a while, until the chor caught the police. The chor hugged the police, the most endearing embrace ever.

"You're bad, but I still love you." He said with his voice full of emotions while the hug was still on.
"Promise me that you'll always love me like this."
"Always, I promise. And you promise me you'll miss me in a way that'll inspire you to make a meaningful life, fulfill all those dreams and do all those things that I couldn't do."

She was stunned. She didn't make the promise. Why would she? She didn't find his last line pleasing at all.

"What? What do you mean by that?" She said being a bit horrified.
"Honey, I have been diagnosed with final-stage pancreatic cancer. I've got just two months to live."

Her tongue parched, her feet stiffened, her eyes turned wet, her hug became tightened holding him tauter than ever before. She was standing there in a fix. She did not know what to say, what to do or what to hope for. Her heart sank - sank deep within her heart. She could not locate it, nor did she try. She just held him close to her sunken heart, trying to make him rediscover it within her. The wet eyes, the heavy breath and the emotional setback brought more tears and she cried raining her trapped emotions into his ears - as loud as possible.

"Duffer. You screamed directly into my ears. You fool, I was just kidding that time. What do you think, I would leave you so soon? I have a whole lifetime to pester you again and again." He laughed extravagantly.

"I hate you! I hate you jerk!" She struck his toes hardly with her feet. He jumped in pain of that ping, but nevertheless he relished it. Her embrace became the tightest ever.

"I love you. Your jerk has found another jerk for himself."

Her sunken heart found a saviour in him, and she was delighted, primarily because the saviour was he - himself. The tears of heartbreak turned into tears of immense joy, and started flowing more and more.

Her heart was throbbing in joy - so loud - that even he could hear it. She was happy as never before and he was happy as never after. The joy of getting him back made her the most blessed woman of this world, while he gave his logical mind a rest by laughing and eating the peas which he had peeled earlier.

Another Black Day!!

Pune "German Bakery " blast,another Black Day.
The series continue,you receive sms ,an email ,wear black fashionable tee to express your condolence over this blast,Aren't you guys exhausted or frustated wearing Black or morning all year around for something or other??
But still we continue in same fashion,coz we got habituated and this is the case with us right now,ask yourself once"Aren't We??"
We blame on political powers,political parties on each other,media on police & intelligence and vice versa,but in short we all are running away from our responsibilty by giving an stupid reason,"we are common man what we can do?"
Now,atleast now stop giving bluff to yourself and your brain and face ,its we who did mistake and we are facing it in forms of loosing our brothers and sisters,we all will stand for forming a new state,against someone hitting our religious sentiment or giving racial comments but we have taken pledge ,we will never stand for our country , just sit and cry all the time for numerous bomb blast,i am sick of it i have realised its my mistake"I have a voter id-card ,but i dnt go to vote,coz no1 in my family goes,it serves all purpose except for voting" and this might be the same case with you all too.
People So this time lets not moan or wear black or celebrate "Another Black Day",instead lets come forward make society aware of anti-social elements"
So,that atleast our children's can have a secure INDIA.
Continue this thread and make it reach to maximum people..
Gud Nite!!

The Age

Thanks a ton people for amazing response of last two stories,
This time again i am back with a issue "The Age",no it doesnt have to deal with any genration gap or diffrent mindset,but it strikes my outset,the outset of 19-24 year old,the genration that is called young,flexible and dynamic,but i somehow feel that the genration is not of those stuffs but facing the realtime world .
I entered into college some years back passing out +2 ,Till +2 a person is said to be matured if he knows ,he should study or he should have aim,but not once you pass it..the real-time fact starts then ,when you try to balance emotional,mental,intellectual questionaire.It's a place where we loose ourselfs and fell into hands of Matrix.
"Matrix"-Its a definition for this world,its series of complicated,difficult,unpredicatable questions and people that float around.
So coming back ,this matrix how are we suppose to crack it or beat it or master it.There is no book published till now which tells the secret recipe,but there is something we need to explore
and that is "I".
"I"is the existence,the entity,the only thing which can relate to cosmos,and its our duty to explore our motive of life,the way we should live-it doesnt mean testment but the experience that we should entertain in life.

CHANGE??You Have It!!

I've written many stories till now. All of them have been an outcome of my imagination. But, few days back, my life itself had offered me a unique story. This is a story about how shockingly real, the real world is.

So here it is, a comparatively short-story which is 100% real -

Yesterday, I was on my way to the Paradise. Excited and happy, out of many reasons at all. I found an auto-driver who agreed to charge according to the meter was one of those many reasons. The weather had taken a smooth turn and it was more-or-less cloudy which gave my burnt skin a salving respite from Hyderabad's charring heat. After a short-siesta and a shorter lunch, those fluffy clouds played the role of the dessert.

The auto-driver was exercising his racing skills and it added to the fun since the not-so-warm wind was kissing my bearded-cheeks all throughout. The speedometer was touching the likes of nineties and I was feeling that the auto-driver had some ulterior motives of setting some speed record or testing the agility of the tyres, until my body started experiencing the sudden forces of inertia. Yes, the auto started decelerating. The image of a red-pixellated-disk of the traffic-light managed to cross my spectacles to finally paint my retina. The image was clear-enough to furnish my curious mind with the reason behind that sudden advent of inertia.

The auto decelerated at a decelerating rate and it took some time to come to a full stop. Probably, it was not until the auto-driver was completely convinced that his tyres have passed the agility test, that he stopped. My cheek encountered a sudden disappearance of its lover but soon somebody else took the place and gave it a wet sensation. Soon, the tickly wet sensation catapulted since the flood of sweat made its way downwards through the jungles of my beard.

'Tak-tak.' A knock buzzed my ears.

I looked out of the auto. There was nobody. My eyes roved around and then the gravity pulled it downwards. A lathi(wooden-stick) was approaching my field of view. The lathi proceeded ahead in front of my eyes to bring out its master and all the while, the painfully slow advent of the man-behind-the-lathi did a subtle task of sparking immense curiosity in me.

Moments later
Upon seeing the lathi with its master, I became a bit shocked after not being able to find a hand catching hold of its top-end. There was no hand at all. Instead it was just the arm-pit of his right hand that held that lathi; while the left hand, which was physically alright, was holding a stained plastic mug in hope of getting some alms.

'I don't have any change. Go ahead.' These words came out of my tongue unconsciously. My conscience tried to scold me for lying, but my logical and unkind mind subdued that faint inner-voice.

He looked at my eyes and oscillated his plastic mug in front of my eyes. It contained not more than six to seven rupees.

'Go ahead. You won't get anything here.' I rebuked him. He dragged himself slowly away from me. I could see his rags, each of those shreds contained in itself untold stories about his life. His life - which had no importance for me. Why should it even be important? He was frail and old - someone who would be counting his days to get liberated from this dreadful world.

Just at the moment he crossed the auto-driver, the auto-driver stopped him by holding his left-hand.

'Babaji, take this. Get yourself something to eat.' The auto-driver said handing over two coins of two rupees each to the Master of the lathi. I could see a divine smile on that old-man's face which seemed to be reassuring the auto-driver that his act of kindness would be remembered forever.

I was dumbstruck and embarrassed at the same time. I was feeling poor in front of that speedster. Something seemed weird to me. My engineering mind tried to find a reason. But, it failed miserably. Meanwhile, the red painting on my retina was transformed to green and my long-lost lover was back into action.

'Bhaiya, you embarrassed me! Why did you give money to that beggar? I mean...there are so many beggars in India...if you keep giving alms at every red-signal, how would you sustain yourself?' I asked.

'Saheb, I don't give money to each and every beggar that happen to cross my eyes. This old-man's condition was too worse. Have you ever thought how difficult it would have been to carry ourself if we had just one hand? Plus he was old, under-nourished and hungry. I just could not resist.'

'Half of India is hungry. You can't go and feed each of them.' I said irritably.

'Half of India is hungry. You can't go and feed each of them. But, you can help at least one who is really in need.' He said.

I didn't like his logic. My ego just didn't want to take lessons from an auto-driver. I chose to be quiet. The auto paced back to the nineties and my quietness remained my companion for the next ten minutes.

I reached Paradise. Fortunately, no more red lights hindered my cruise with the wind.

'Saheb, it is 57 rupees on the meter. Do you have any change?'

'Yes, I've change,' I said with pride and extended my right hand to hand him the fare, and simultaneously said, 'I am never short of change.'

He smiled and offered his left hand to collect the money. I didn't quite like it, as in India it is customary to give or accept money with the right hand - the righteous hand.

'Bhaiya, atleast extend your right hand.' I said.

He extended his right hand and I poured down a fifty-rupees note with seven lustrous coins which when struck his palms gave a sonorous sound. It drew my attention towards it. The fibre -fabricated single-coloured palm with no lifelines at all and the plastic fingers unable to catch hold of the seven metal disks made a shiver of shock run through my whole body.

I looked up at him. Those eyes showed conviction and there was an unrealistically beautiful smile on his face. In that short moment, his heart touched mine.

He looked into my eyes and said, ''Saheb. I wish that you're never short of change!" and moved back to his auto to set a new speed record once again.

P.S. Thank you for reading this. Hope I made you feel how I felt when it really happened.
P.S. The real stories are much more tragic and emotional. That's why I try to remain in the limit of my imagination.

What's your Dream??

It's a slightly philosophical short love story which brings out one of the subtle truths about life, love and dreams. Enjoy.

We were friends, the kind of friends who can be called as best friends. We studied together, sat together in classes and even ate together on occasions. She made it clear to all our classmates that we were nothing more than 'best' friends - to prevent any kind of misunderstandings - but nevertheless we did share a special chemistry.

She was sincere, smart and beautiful; God bestowed her everything a girl could desire. While me, I was just a naive and immature kiddo', as she used to address me. Sitting by her side, I could not find anything more important than adoring her. She didn't notice it, and even if she noticed it, she didn't give it much attention. Perhaps, she had become used to such stares once in a while courtesy to her being only one of the few good-looking girls that my college possessed.

She was a dreamer, with big ambitions for her small-yet-exceptionally-sharp brain. Small in comparison to the big-box-of-mud affixed over my neck by the Almighty and sharp which was quite evident by the streak of her academic achievements ranging from medals in International Olympiads to scholarships from foreign universities.

While, I was still struggling to find a place under my feet - to find my ambition for life. I often found myself busy finding my 'purpose of life' instead of studying at times before the examinations and letting mediocrity overshadow every aspect of my personality. God only knows how we managed to become best friends - it was due to our common interest in dramatics, I guess!

Once, we were sitting in the library and as always, she was helping me in fighting with books when Samarth, a batchmate of ours, came towards our table. He had been a good friend to her, and so to me.

"Hey Deeksha, can I borrow a minute from you? I want to talk about something in private." Samarth said.
"What's so private that you want to hide from Harsh? If you wish then say it in front of him or I am not interested to hear."
"Okay, please don't get angry. This may seem odd but if I don't commit it to you, I would become a maniac for sure. Deeksha, I like you, in fact, I love you. This feeling has captivated me ever since we first talked. I am crazy about you." He said shyly.

I didn't know why but I felt chocked from inside, as though someone had cut my tongue and flushed my brain with chloroform. In a fit of blankness, I realized that I too was crazy about her - madly crazy - and I just could not afford to lose her.

"What's your dream?" Deeksha asked, in a serene tone, showing no particular reaction at all.
"Oh...yeah...obviously, my dream is to be with you always." He stammered nervously. I was dumbfounded seeing what she was upto.

"Samarth, I really respect your feelings for me. But you're not the kind of guy I would want in my life. I'm sorry." She said calmly. He didn't say a word and left the place.

"What? What was that?" I asked, puzzled.
"What?"
"How could you be so cool all throughout? And, how could you judge a guy with just one question? You're strange." I said.

"For me, a goal-less lover is the category I detest the most. I want somebody who is clear about his dream - his aim in life - because I believe that one can't understand what love means if one has not experienced it for himself - for his ambitions and his dreams. The kind of love which Samarth had for me would not last long, since it was mere infatuation. His only ambition was to get me and the day he succeeds in that, I would lose importance in his life because he will become dream-less and complacent with himself." She said.

I was lost in her words. Her every word did a silent work of crushing my dream of someday conveying my feelings to her. 'I was just a mediocre for her!' My inner voice yelled inside me.

Months went by, my fondness for her grew exponentially while my self-confidence plunged down, because in the meantime, she rejected four more proposals as they could not satisfy her ideology. The thought, 'I was not good enough for her!' pervaded my mind all the while.

Three months later
"Hey, I got selected for the International Photonics Conference to be held in Germany. I would be leaving on the next Sunday for two weeks. The best part is that the institute is funding me for the trip." She announced to a group of friends, me included in the group.

"Wow, cheers!" Everyone in the group reciprocated, but not me. I was definitely happy for her but inwardly I knew that I would miss her, miss her like hell. But, I was no-one to take more importance in her life than her dreams and her ambitions. 'Best friends' is a silly term to categorize the people who are important to you but not very special to you.

Time for her to go came soon. I went to the airport to see her off and bid her a goodbye hug with a tearful smile, which said more than what my words could. She seemed happy and smiled back in the usual way saying, "I'll miss you kiddo'."

"I'll miss you too." I managed to bumble.
"Promise me that you'll study hard." She said pulling my ears.

I promised her without reflecting on her words being completely lost in her eyes. How could she not notice that I like her? It had been more than five months of our friendship and it seemed like a lifetime of my fondness for her.

The two weeks passed like months and her thoughts clouded my mind all throughout. My feelings for her didn't know how to apply brakes. I was in love with her, though I knew that I had nothing in myself to complement even a trace of her talent, intelligence or beauty. I was a goal-less lover, after all!

She came back having rocked the international conference with her brilliant presentation on Quantum Optics. I was more than proud of her. The moment she reached the institute, she called me, "Hey kiddo', am back! I so much want to meet you."

"Hey, you know what I am so proud of you! I have so many stories to relate. I am in the library, trying to battle with the books but with no success on my side. Where are you? I'm waiting for you here. Come soon, otherwise I'll kill you!" I said in my seemingly excited voice.

Ten minutes later
"Hel..looooo!" She said and tapped my shoulders from behind.
"Hey! I missed you like hell." I exclaimed and hugged her heaving a great sigh of relief.
"I missed you too. You know what? I've realized something!" She said calmly.
"What?"
"That I love you." She whispered into my ears. I was flabbergasted. My feet started trembling. My heartbeat rose up. Sweat mixed with tears suddenly adorned my cheeks.

Taking a deep breath in, I gathered myself a little and could utter just one question, "What's your dream?"

"My dream," she whispered, "is to make you dream!"

what is it??

"Love doesn't Require two people to look at each other ,it just requires two people to look at same direction"
May be all of us have heard this quote a thousand million time,but in real life we haven't practiced it more then twice or thrice,No one can say they have done it always because all relations can't run on that stuff.Relations have tits-bits with it always be it husband -wife,lovers or even brothers and sisters and because of that if we run away from each other its bad,we reach to conclusion that we should leave everyone,get isolated,go suicide or breakup with the next person and ask them to get lost.
The Relation that you carry should always be firm like a rock,these fights,crying and all are parcel of relations ,if relation is always romantic and happy it leads to stagnancy,no music will be left in your love..but real relation stands strong if you get some twist and then also you stand as one entity that makes life beautiful,you have to just make your love pure.

I felt something today that may be never i could express with any of my blogs,i started writing this blog to share somethings that comes deepest from me,but have to stop it all again,i dont know till when,i dint loose me,but told me how much i understand things..
When someone questions you"for You a year is not sufficient to understand",i couldn't give answer then,and will never,today i am running out of words may be i need to retrospect again and again!!!

and only one thing comes to my mind"what is it??,what is it??"

3 Idiots or 3 new Idols

"An Overwhelming performance of Aamir Khan,Madhavan & Sharman Joshi",
"Another mind-blowing direction from Rajkumar Hirani after Munnabhai and its sequel",
"A 5 star performer."
These are the some of the title comments for latest blockbuster grosser "3 Idiots".but do you think is it deserving that.Inspired from Chetan Bhagat's "Five point Someone",which is itself his frustation from IIT,he picturised in his book.The Movie just shows the education system is full of idiots and nerds who don't know how to teach or in short questioning our premier institutions not just IIT's & IIM's but your college too.Do you think is the reel reality a real reality,i myself have never faced any teacher like VIRUS,where he flaunts "i went to lecture next day morning after my son's death",i accept there are quite fanatics ,but not all and you can't proclaim the bloody system is fraud and of no use.I can see movie's large effect on entire crowd now people have started calling the most studius guy in class as "CHATUR" or "SILENCER" and they are proclaiming themself as Rancho ,i accept even i did it for two days,but the ground reality is far from what movie wants to show us.Our Education system is still graded among the best of edcation system for Graduation and schooling.The Most funniest thing about the movie is it looks like "TEEN-TAARE ZAMEEN PAR",where its about 2 Idiots.The only factor behind movie groosing up is its controversy and teen landing for movie reason we think our college and school sucks and we should start "IGNORE"ing or we need reforms.
See All of us can't be RANCHO it was cakewalk for him,not for us .i dont mean we are like RAJU or FARHAN but majority is Midyocker students ,we need to work hard ,the real knowledge is i books not in 3 Idiots,that is what we need to understand.So its my suggestion to vocme out of movie mania and take life how you should take it,'Deal it with confidence ,with Best of yourself,and it always leads to a successfull life".


so my rating goes as follows:

Entertainment-5 star
Inspiration -ZERO.
1 Last thing as statuory warning

"Don't Try This in Real Life,its Injurious,REEL & REAL Life are Entirely Diffrent"