Thursday, June 17, 2010

Match of the Century...

What a Match it was, Liverpool Vs Spain, a club Versus Country.

Spain took lead and soon a found itself in a two goal cushion. Torres pulled one back from an Aurelio cross.

Van Persie of Netherlands drew it level. Score was 2-2, Spain again went one ahead and Torres again leveled it for Liverpool to make it 3-3.

On the brink of half time, Spain again went ahead 3-4.

Liverpool struck back once the second half began and this time it’s the ever working Carlos Tevez who leveled things at 4-4.

Torres who was making darting runs for Liverpool from the right put an excellent cross to Fabio Aurelio who was responsible for the first two Liverpool goals with excellent crosses from his magical left foot. He bicycle kicked Liverpool to Lead for the first time in the Match 5-4.

Once ahead, Liverpool resorted to time waste tactics and attempted to play possession football though it was only 75 minutes. A defensive error allowed Spain to Level this time to make it 5-5.However an 85th minute goal made it 5-6 in favor of Spain.

The score remained 5-6 and Spain beat Liverpool at Anfield. The contrasting part though was all of Spain’s Goals were scored by only one striker, Fernando Torres.

And if you are still confused the said Match of the Century was played on my Play Station, Pro Evolution Soccer 2010.

I have Van Persie as the second striker and Carlos Tevez and Torres as my Center Forwards and they work quite awesome & I dint want to turn off the match as I normally do because if am trailing as the Artificial Intelligence earned and deserved its victory over its human counterpart albeit a mediocre one

Vamossssssssss Argentina

My Love for Football started in 1986 when in school just after my summer holidays, all I was hearing was Maradona. Dint have a clue about that but I heard he is really good and stuff and Argentina was implanted in my infantile mind and that’s the team I rooted in Italia 90 My First ever full fledged world cup.

Thanks for the timings most of it was midnight and I avidly followed Argentina and Maradona was the only name I knew. I later got acquainted with Burruchaga as the one who scored the winning goal in 1986. The one who stole my gullible heart and capture my attention was Claudio Canigia the thin lanky striker who scored winning goals against Arch rivals Brazil who I hated at the first site thanks to their irritating yellow color and also a late equalizer against Italy, both thru Maradona thru passes. I was crest fallen when I came to know that Canigia wont be part of the finals coz of the Yellow carded offence and painfully endured the boring finals of Italia 90 in which Argentina lost to West Germany thanks to a Klinsmann dive and an ensuing Penalty converted by Brehme in the 85th minute. Football became a love ever since and Argentina the team to follow.

I was elated in 1994 USA when Argentina made a tremendous display beating teams like Nigeria Greece in the earlier rounds but lost to Romania in the knock out stage as Diego Maradona was tested positive for a banned substance. Am sure like me the whole of India were deflated at the outcome of the Drug analysis. Rest was insignificant though I heard the tales of an Italia 90 upcoming hero Roberto Bagio and his goals and Italian comebacks from friends in college. I supported Italy in the finals just because the opponents were Brazil but something said that the arrogant Romario and co were a bit too much for Italy and it turned out that way with the divine ponytail missing a penalty in the finals of the world cup after almost single handedly getting them to the finals. I still remember Meenakshi Seshadri telling on DD that with a player like Roberto Baggio any one would root for Italy. The curse of Glory hunters I thought;

France 98 was memorable only because France beat Brazil in the finals. I loved when Argentina beat England on penalties and heard and saw a bit of Michael Owen, but I dint care then. It was again tough to see Argentina lose to Netherlands in Quarters this time after its most skillful player Ariel Ortega considered second Maradona landed himself in trouble with a RedCard offense and Dennis Bergkamp scored a Bergkamp special from a long pass to seal Argentina’s fate.

2002 Argentina were painfully eliminated from the group of Death after David Beckham redeemed himself from the error he committed four years ago against the same opponent and scored from the Spot Kick. Fact that he missed several other spot-kicks to be finally taken out of that responsibility is a different story but an English commentator always mentions the name of Beckham in the long list of famous players who missed from the spot likes of Maradona Platini, Baggio &&&& Beckham… phew…

By 2006 I was more of an English supporter but an Argentina well wisher. They I guess lost to Germany and it was a little painful to see them lose.

But now with Messi around and strikers like Aguero, Higuain, Milito, Carlos Tevez & wingers like Maxi Rodriguez & more than anyone else a defensive midfielder and a Liverpooldian at heart like Javier Mascherano at the helm, they are definitely looking threatening to go lot further in the tournament and hope they really finish deep, because if not Maradona the extremely talented bunch of names mentioned a while back deserve a world cup glory and none deserves better than Lionel Messi.

Vamosssss Argentina while my heart also supports England and feels neutral about old and regular horses like Italy Germany and the Netherlands but preferably no Brazil.

PS: Yesterdays thumping of South Korea purely coincidental not to be construed as the Glory Hunting Adrenaline rush...

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Tribute to the Master by an unknown Mediocre…

In the year 1989 I was very excited about a young Indian Prospect by name Sachin Tendulkar. The reason for my excitement during my no different very limited reasoning prowess was the amazement that surrounded the fact that a boy aged 16 can face pace bowling at the highest level. His debut was anxious for me and there was no coverage on DD at least for the first test. When I heard India were asked to bat and were bailed out by Kapil Dev and Kiran More, the folks around me put water on my excitement asking what happened to the young prodigy the arrival of who I was so enthralled about.

I very patiently waited till next day to read R Mohan’s write up on Hindu and I directly looked at the scoreboard which read Sachin Tendulkar b Waqar Younnis 15. My joy knew no bounds. If a boy aged 16 can put bat to ball against the most fearsome attack then in world cricket and survive for 30 minutes and make 15 and also had the power in him to score two boundaries, then this kid should really be something. He did turn out to be something in the very series when he clocked 59 in a match saving effort along with Sidhu. He had a sensational ODI debut a match that turned to be an exhibition encounter when he took apart Mustaq and Abdul Qadir to score 50+ in 20 odd balls. Started his ODI career with a duck (much in the same was as the Don ended his Test career with a blot), Sachin Tendulkar was becoming an integral part of the lives me and close to billion other Indians.

I remember England Texico Trophy again courtesy the BBC Radio when Sachin sealed the win for us with a 30+ knock which had 6 boundaries in it and the BBC commentator saying immortal “We don’t have words to describe the talent of this man”. His match saving effort at Old Trafford when he hit 119 to save India from a certain defeat. His twin centuries down under, the second of which at Perth has been described by some Aussie Journalist as the best knock after Second World War.

As Sachin grew in stature so also did the expectations and the inevitable green eyed comparisons mostly from the proverbial friendly neighbors. My Favorite cricketer from the Paki Land, Imran Khan at least brought six cricketers in the last twenty years as Pakistan’s response to Sachin Tendulkar (I appreciate the onus he took on himself to do this and my respect for the man only deepened as he struck to his task even though his own people mocked him and labeled him as a political misfit) & only Inzamam-ul-Haq came closest in terms of matching Sachin. I have great respect for Inzamam and I rooted and backed this boy wonder in the semis against Kiwis in World Cup 92 as I have seen him bat before and was quite destructive and Inzi never let me down. The others that couldn’t stand the comparison were Md Wasim, Hassan Raja, Taufeeq Omar, Imran Farhat Imran Nazir and so on.

He reached his predictable peak by the 1996 World Cup and had particular liking to annihilate the Aussie bound attacks led by Shane Warne and Glen McGrath. By the year 2002 it was quoted that Sachin Tendulkar reached his saturation and the hunger is not there anymore to continue. He silenced his critics by destroying attacks in the 2003 world cup. The critics say he misfired in the final, but the final was realistically lost even before the chase began, well what is the pursuit of 360 + against an Aussie attack in a pressure game.

Sachin’s form saw an apparent dip after the world cup and all the vultures that were waiting to crawl on their weakening prey started to site weaknesses and flaws in his technique.

Sachin had his share of short comings, the most prominent one being his Achilles heel, when we as fans need him most he is usually not there. We endured so much of a pain in those agonizing Sharjah afternoons when our old friend used to pile up a total of 250+ and the Master often gave a good start only to deceive.

We as fans also had to take inevitable comparisons with Inzamam saying Sachin is not a match winner. Well the stats do say otherwise and they do attest that when he makes a Century more than 75% of the times India wins, but for the cynics, a match winning effort only means taking a rabbit out of the hat and winning against all odds. He did so in Sharjah against the Aussies but such things don’t count and are written off as exceptions.

Then back home under the able pioneer-ship of “The Times of India” Sachin dusk was skillfully sketched by the local Media men when his failures in the 2006-2007 Pakistan tour was glorified as his lack of ability to counter express pace bowling and showed signs of aging as the main reason. Ironically one of the greats of Pakistan Hanif Mohammed, stood by the master and said that players like Rahul Dravid Ricky Ponting and Inzamam are great players, but Sachin is way beyond all of them. Then after a disastrous World Cup people were asking for Sachin to be sacked and even his beloved Mumbai crowd betrayed him and went thru the popular notions and booed him when he was out scoring very little after facing many deliveries.

Honestly that section of crowd present on that test match day let Mumbai and even India down by resorting to such an appalling act and makes me believe that the crowds in Chennai Bangalore and Hyderabad know their cricket and their players more than the crowds in some of the other cities. Am more than certain that Sachin would never have faced such humiliation in any of the aforementioned cities.

Then the inevitable resurrection of the Champion came and in all candidness I never expected a comeback of such magnitude even though I claim to be a diehard well wisher of Sachin. I did my bit of fire fighting against all the assaulters who joined the anti Sachin Bandwagon a little too early (probably to address their own insecurities from the more learned) and were mortal enough to write-off the Immortal God of cricket. It’s normally said nobody is bigger than a game, but I guess it’s fair to say that Sachin is as big as the game and Sunil Gavaskar rightly said on the arrival of Sachin that he is god’s gift to the game of cricket.

And as agreed upon vehemently by all of us, Indian’s are in awe of statistics and the BCCI being aware of this fact and the core constituents of that committee is full of uncompromising statistical minded Indians, am sure they will give Sachin a go ahead and allow him to play as long as he possibly can and make him not only break all possible batting records but preserve them in a way that nobody can even come close.

So Mr Ponting, you are playing a catch up game and never under estimate the might of the BCCI to influence the Aussie cricket board to get you even sacked if you continue to pose a threat to Sachin.

Normally I don’t watch cricket matches in India even if the opponent is Australia for the simple reason that Indian pitches are maniacally batsman friendly and it’s no fun to watch a 50 version game when the bowler gets smacked out of the park right from the 1st ball to the 300th. But I was glad that a super dear pal of mine gave a reminder about the game yesterday and once I was done with the call and had nothing much to do except to joyfully procrastinate the things I had to do. I switched on the TV and was overjoyed to see Sachin on 88 in 70 odd balls. I saw him get to his 100 and switched off the TV but given the earliness of the century I was mindful of the likely outcome if he stayed at wicket and as a fan of Sachin am for ever the optimist. When I saw him race to 139 in my next visit to the channel I knew something was on cards and on my third visit I saw him in the 170 range I knew this could be his day. So I was glued to the TV and waited till the 49th over as he crossed milestone after milestone and the most pleasing one being the Saeed Anwar Milestone more so because he did so in an unfair manner when Afridi ran for him more than 100 runs and incidentally Sachin was the captain of that Indian side and talk about generosity to allow such a gesture only to be knocked out in our own Independence cup much earlier than wanted. I was glad finally that it was Sri Lanka who won the cup and not the old foe.

Sorry for drifting, such is the nostalgia of Sachin Tendulkar and thank you Master and Salutations for all your hunger interest perseverance and I only have one suggestion to make, never take things for granted and consolidate your records as much as you can so that they can be cemented in your name for eternity. Simple reason being never in my life time can a cricketer debut at the age of 16 and play for two decades and I hope to see a silver jubilee in career years for you.

And the immortal words said about you by a blogger I admire most. Is the best way I can sign this off…

The old Sachin radiated heat. The new Sachin gives light. But he still remains the sun.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Rann...That does not run a tight ship...

Having gone with no idea what so ever as to what this movie was about, it dint take much beyond the titles for me to know what Rann had to offer and its fair to say that it did not make me Run for the money I invested in the movie at a multiplex after a long and strenuous drive on behest of a pal who insisted on absence from the busy ness of busy life to places far away.

God Father is implanted in the mind of RGV and he can never make a movie which is completely devoid of it. Godfather, Bad Son, Son-in-law with a negative shade, his aversion to anything which is immoral (drugs there yellow journalism here), closely knit family which has few apparent frictions and tensions within them etc. or I can add a birthday party of the lead man to which all friends and foes attend and now I can definitely use etc just to tell you that am not falling short of comparisons.

I had to say that I did have little confusion with respect to the magnitude of the negativeness in the role of Jay (Sudeep) and was rather glad that it was not a ridiculously negative characterization which would have branded this film as an outright cliché with tried and tested formulas implemented from the films which attempted themselves to be made under the ‘different from the rest’ genre.

But as the movie unfolds, you cant help yourself from drawing comparisons with movies of similar themes & Corporate comes closest. RGV subconsciously & inevitably drifts to his favourite plot of underworld crime & nexus with the same tenacity as your car which is in need of wheel alignment drifts to the left side.

As the movie moves on you very well know how the climax would shape up and strongly believe that Big B was taken away from the scheme of things only to extend the length of the movie. You also are quite amused by the convenience with which Big B errs in his judgment of publishing the scandal on someone who holds the office of a PM & his return back to senses once he realized that he messed it up. Both are too unconvincing for a man who is portrayed as a hardcore upholder of Journalistic ethics and morals.

The actions and reactions get as predictable as the outcome of India Pak Game at Sharjah during mid 90s after Sachin Tendulkar's dismissal. RGV desperately attempts to make complete use of the emotion emitting range of Big B and even as the young protagonist (Ritesh Deshmukh) comes to take over the reigns in the climax after few words of appreciation from his mentor, you clearly feel that a self proclaimed stoicness of RGV is strongly attempting to entice allure and persuade the audience to buy the tearful emotions emoted by his star cast and feel for them & add Rann to one of his brighter feathers of his mixed hat which was quite dismal in the recent past with the exception of Sarkar Raj.

The subtleties taken care by RGV usually deserve a mention but they are as integral a part of his style of film making as a Godfather storyline & an underworld touch are. He should realize that people don’t expect his films to be different from the routine formulaic films anymore & should attempt to raise the bar by focusing a lot more on his script to ensure that the sub plots are much more convincing & are properly weaved with the main plot to architect a well synchronized effort.

Amidst all this it has some decent performances from the Big B himself for whom this role should be a piece of cake and stroll in the park, Paresh Rawal, Rajath Kapoor, Rajpal Yadav & also Ritesh Deshmukh. The performers in the female lead with the likes of Neetu Chandra, Suchitra Krishna Murthy and Gul Panag were all quite apt.

At the end of the show, he may have been successful in his desperate bid to convince the audience that he was completely out of the juvenileness that made him do the ‘RGV ka Aag’ but you would have rather put your money on a Madhur Bhandarkar to handle such a wonderful concept which has so much potential to explore instead of an RGV who invariably and inevitably drifts from scope of things the subject of yellow journalism for TRP ratings had to offer & instead gave us a tiresome stereotype output.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Review...'2012 the World is coming to an End'... very late but very true...

Last month of the year we got to see a Multi Million extravaganza of a Hollywood film which was supposed to be an action flick but might as well find itself a nomination in the first ever category of ‘Action turned into unintentional Comedy’ genre at the Academy Awards. The elite crowd with which I went to watch the movie was quick to trade few SOS texts but our minds were collectively programmed and brilliantly synchronized to decided that there will be more than Money’s worth if this movie is construed as a comedy, albeit an inadvertent one.

The doomsday epidemic announces it’s out-break with a massive Earth Quake followed by a tsunami & the Terminator’s California is drawn into the Pacific Ocean. The ground level protagonist steers his kin out of harms way but as the Ground is shifting, he needed the expertise of a part-time pilot in Gordon (his ex wife’s current husband) in the first escape sequence which would have been good enough to be a climax in any movie given those excellent state of the art graphic works. But if you would have watched at least 1/5th of these Hollywood flicks as any movie buffs did, it would have been easier for you to predict that the director climaxed way too soon and lost sense of direction. What you see thereafter is only a Play Station 7 version Video game played in God-Mode as the lead men navigate their families from one doomsday disaster to another. You have Volcano’s erupting, Earth Quacking, Tsunami’s inundating the left over land in a manner that all it requires is one hour for the Earth to be submerged in high seas & that’s when the movie reaches un-scalable heights when the BBC announces as part of the Breaking News that the 2012 London Olympic Games are cancelled, a chronological disarray given the fact that we are in the third quarter of December 2012 & announcement is made about games that should have by now been concluded. As the destruction spirals around the globe more attention is given to the family of the writer protagonist either paying very little heed to the intelligence of the audience or with the underlined assumption that the audience watching the movie are long considered lost in the mayhem caused by this catastrophic epidemic.

The movie also touches the 1980s America Russia Cold War discrepancies when a narrow minded Russian billionaire who doesn’t own the Chelsea Football Club is ridiculed in a way only Hollywood does showing scant respect to the existence and intelligence of other lands & cultures. Amidst all this the lead-men continues their jolly good run in the middle of the doomsday chaos & falls short of their ultimate destiny by about a few 1000 miles as their Super Jet crash lands. The director may be taking liberties from the brain-dead audience tweaks the script in such a way that the havoc created by the forces of nature displaces the actual destiny exactly to the place where the plane crash landed. After all it’s a Video game being played in God Mode and God alone has control on the forces of Nature was his cosmological premise perhaps.

You also have the presidential Elect of the United States (who has a very pretty daughter pursued with all earnestness by the scientist who prophesied the doomsday outbreak) prefers to stay back in White House to fight the inevitable and tries to boost the morale of the sinking Nation and World caused by the apocalypse thru a Television address.
The impending catastrophe doesn’t allow the Vajpayee paced Presidential address to complete because it still has a world to cover and deadlines to meet.

Once all the lead characters finally reach the mega Titanic Vessel supposedly good enough to quell the force of natural disasters, further drama ensues when the prospective Son in Law of the now late US President fights a case of humanity by urging the authorities to accommodate more people in the Vessel. He obviously does not have many takers but thanks to his emotional outburst that would have made all the life time subscribers of God Channel proud, the gates are opened for the remaining people so that a new civilization can be started on a non devastating note. Amidst all this, the Protagonist of the God Mode Video Game messes up with the gates of the huge Vessel in his endeavor to gain unauthorized entry which hinders the start of the big engine & with Mt Everest fast approaching, the end is inevitable.

In further twists and turns to the story all the Characters now considered redundant to the lives of the main characters are eliminated which also ruthlessly includes pilot Gordon who has navigated the Jumbo Russian Flight to safer snowy lands. The differences between the writer father (the protagonist) and the early teenage son are resolved by way of son helping the father out in clearing the jam so that the gates close and the Engine starts, even while their family has a drenchy reunion. Any indulgence of hormones by the reunited lead pair would have left the fate of their children submerged for good. (But I would have never doubted the director’s ability to pull another rabbit out of the hat to save the kids and the lead men in spite of any eventuality).

The immortal words by President Obama in the 2004 address were collectively called upon and echoed louder than the Digital-Dolby stereo effects by the audience not to save the World but to save themselves from this movie.

Hope in the face of Difficulty. Hope in the face of Uncertainty. Hope in the face of Adversity! The Audacity of Hope! In the end, that is God’s greatest gift to mankind, the bedrock of the entire IMAX audience belief that the ‘2012 end of the World’ does have an end if not the real World & the audience quite ironically leave the theatre in High Hopes once the credits start rolling.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Wonder Years My Stefan and I…

The title is inspired from John Hislop’s ‘My Baba and I’. It some how made me believe that it’s the most apt way to describe the impact the visual sporting spectacle had on me during my growing years, its befitting that I write something as a tribute to him on 19th January his 44th Birthday.

I first heard of Stefan Edberg in my school when a certain friend of mine was in awe of him for his style grace and elegance. In Wimbledon 1988, I was rooting for the popular choice Boris Becker, while my cousin Bunnu, went for Stefan Edberg and Edberg won and I dint appreciate Bunnu’s hi-fis and jigs. Things changed in the next year when I went for Edberg and Bunnu went for Becker and Becker won the 1989 Wimbledon crown. In the year that followed Edberg beat Becker again to make the Wimbledon Final tally between them 2-1 & am sure Becker wouldn’t mind trading his over all career record of 26-10 against Edberg to Edberg’s 2-1 at Wimbledon Finals.

Then started the long story as Stefan Edberg became an integral part of my life and I was also following Tennis Master events and not just Grandslams. I was an avid subscriber and follower of The Hindu newspaper for its extensive Tennis coverage and soon realized that Nirmal Shekhar their Tennis Editor also had similar likings for Stefan & used to cover him often in his articles. Even though like a true Journalist he was changing loyalties once players with the likes of Agassi Sampras Courier Chang and ilk joined the fray my loyalties were firmly rooted to Edberg and Becker was my second favorite.

I dint like the Yankees gen’next Tennis federation. I followed US open 1990 in news paper and was stunned to see Edberg eliminated in round one to Alexander Volkov. I knew something special was coming in 1991 and Edberg did win the US Open title for the first time and was in form of his life and by a far margin Edberg’s best Grandslam final against a formidable Jim Courier. To my heart break, few months later Edberg’s form took a dip when he made to the Final of Australian Open but looked completely out of touch and lost to Courier. Edberg’s performance was an acute heart ache as the other team I support; Indian Cricket team was not doing well at all in Australia. India were being outplayed in the fourth test at Adelaide and though Azaruddin show some sparks in the fourth innings, a defeat was inevitable there too. Edberg’s slam form continued its dip when he lost to Medvedev and Ivanesevic in French and Wimbledon 1992. The mother of all Grandslams came in form of US open when Edberg rallied not once but thrice in fifth set to beat Krajicek, Lendl & Chang respectively in 4th Quarters and Semis. In finals he beat Pete Sampras, in a match that supposedly changed the destiny of Pete Sampras when he felt the pain of being no.2. He got a chance in Australia to defeat Edberg but the Edberg was down 0-4 in first set and came back to win the match in straight sets.

After that his form painfully took a dip and was making rather uncharacteristic early exits from Grandslams with the exception being the 1994 Australian Open wherein he reached semi finals. There were days when I used to follow the coverage on then Prime Sports for one full day just hear a mention of the name of Stefan Edberg, in the bargain I understood the game of tennis a bit.

During Stefan’s painful exits, I was often consoled by my sister and cousins about the glory days of Edberg and I used to feel rather relieved while answering their routine questions like, did Edberg win Wimbledon, what is the only Slam Edberg did not win etc.

The worst fear of my wonder years came true when in 1995 Stefan Edberg announced that he is going to retire the coming year. The reception that he got at each and every tournament in his last year on circuit was phenomenal. He had his moments in his last year on circuit when he beat Chang in French Open third round and Krajickek in US Open first round and when he went to the Quarter Finals of US Open and eventually lost to Ivanesevic. It was a night game and there was a scheduled power cut from 9am IST and destiny had it that the match was finished before the power-cut and I had the last glimpse of my hero on a Grandslam court. The unavoidable tears rolled past my cheeks not in the same way as they continually did for the glycerin induced Aishwarya Rai in Sarkar Raj during climax scenes but in a less melodramic and more heart wrenching manner.

Stefan Edberg made the biggest impact on me and laid a strong foundation in my sporting beliefs that the best moment in sport is when an underdog overhauls an established opponent. May be because Satellite Television came to India when Stefan was well past his prime and as I was growing wins never came easy for Stefan but even in defeat the man had a lot of charm style and poise.

The slim-hipped, smooth-moving, polite-talking, prized pupil of a finishing school in manners and volleying, when "in the zone" is the best sight any sport or sportsman can ever offer.... Stefan Edberg in motion is probably the strongest synonym for Poetry in sport.

I would also like to post a certain fact here and will leave it to the readers to decide if it’s a coincidence or strong connection of admiration. In the year Stefan hung his boots, his wife was expecting their second child a son and out he came in 1997, right on the day yours truly was celebrating his Birthday too, February 28th. Have shared this fact with very few may be one to be honest but I believe it’s apposite to be virtually engraved in my first official tribute to Stefan.

No matter even if his slam record now stands at a modest 6 which in that era was quite exemplary, I still would like to dedicate these lyrics Stefan ‘You are simply the best, better than all the rest, better than anyone I ever met’,

Thanks a zillion.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Review Late but true.... 3 Idiots!

My first post so nervous moments & here I go....

Having read Five Point someone, I was always worried at the idea of making a film out of that book completely starring Aamir Khan, given the youthful nature of the lead characters in the original plot. But after I saw the movie which was made with considerable amendments to the original plot and just keeping the main story intact, I was more than relieved with the thoughtful and refreshing changes that were made to the original plot. No this is not any attempt to indirectly support the VVC production house and query Chaitan Bhagat’s claims but it’s just a personal observation. But most of the good things to say about the movie unfortunately end here.

Aamir Khan is of late playing roles where he is everything you want a lead role to be, confident, clear in thought, beyond materialistic pursuits of money and fame, always willing to forgive, forget and share his widespread knowledge & enlightening the lesser mortals; being spontaneous, sensitive with good blend of sympathy & empathy, not to mention romantic, humorous, great mind-reader who is well-informed about almost any issue that’s going on in the movie & the list doesn’t end that easy. The amended script did his image no harm as it took all the good traits of all characters of the book and bundled them up in Rancho played by the emperor of Khans. The title should have been 2 idiots and an intellect, but for the modesty of the lead man who might have peeped out of his role and suggested the director to let the title remain 3 idiots. Four decades earlier the movie could have been named as ‘Do ankhen chaar haath’ with their (2 idiots) apparent vulnerability to any distress that pops up during their allotted screen time.

The second half has some done to death sub plots with most predictable endings and the one that takes the icing as well as the cake is the bridal escape scene which has been the most preferred scene of Bollywood ever since DDLJ happened and I guess it continues to stay so for the next few decades.

Now for few good things about the movie, well Aamir Khan himself no matter how many times he plays such roles he is always a refreshing sight on screen. He has transcended his nearest Khan contender the King Khan himself quite comfortably over the last decade & the gap is only going to get wider with each of his well conceived movies that turn out to be Block Busters. If at all you have to pick on films of any Indian actor who you can proudly show to a phirang friend of yours, I guess Aamir fits the bill, at least from the beginning of Lagaan days and needless to say, he reached stratospheric heights with Rang de Basanti. Madhavan was quite refreshing on screen & he portrayed the role of Farhan quite effortlessly (am forced to include this bit for reasons I cannot mention) and the director and the script writer redid their Lagey Rahoo Father-Son Radio scene in the climax when Farhan tries to convince his dad & needless to say same goes with the interview and its predictable outcome of second Idiot. In short it was a polished version of Munna Bhai with the lead role’s I can fix all the problems attitude and aptitude in his own educated & elegant way, the script of which was based on FPS and few main scenes also taken from that Chetan Bhagat best seller.

But still this has to be the best film in terms of revenues and also entertainment because of the strong FPS connection with a Munna Bhai kind of narration. It makes us feel that we are watching something worthy but at the same time it lets the critic down in its endeavor to appeal to all segments of audience, but it’s entertaining & that rests any cynical perspectives that may crop its ugly head against this master piece.

All said and done when you compare this movie with the usual stuff dished out by Mr Khanna or the other Khans, 3 Idiots sits pretty in stratospheric zone of its own even though it’s pleasantly but tiresomely predictable, with the exception of the finale twist in the film of course & if I can add, may be Mr Bhagat’s case could have been rested there.