Five Point Someone vs. Three Idiots
Let me disclaim this to be any tale of dunces or any equivalent form. All views have been written by a rational human being.
As I departed the Bangalore airport in March, 2007, my sister, unwillingly parted with the book by Chetan Bhagat - Five Point Someone. It had been creating raves among Indians and few Asians. Since the moment, I finished the book, there has not been a day when I have not wondered whether this book was the worst one that I had got to read. The writing and narration was irreparably mediocre. Yet, the book was a success. It was because -we have a large percentage of young populace, many aspiring to become an IITians, and also the story had romance coupled with a happy ending - recipe for immediate success on home turf. Only by a cats whister, Chetan missed out being called a Devta (God) of Indian literature.
Now, the Devta is upset that his unique story has been plagiarized by group of moviemakers - who called his tale - The three idiots. Chetan shows his benevolence, and accepts the movie, eventhough, a penny of the box-office profits wasn't shared with him. We have a martyr. Maybe build a memorial for him. Acknowledge his petty achievements as national. I am curious to know what the Sahitya academy, Man Booker and Pullitzer committee are thinking on this issue.
I have been amused at all the hoopla that the farce of a book and the movie has created. The three idiots, showcases, 40 year olds as 20 year olds - no genetic disorders of any type, and still managed to win an unaminous vote of approval. Somewhere, I believe that this generation of our society has deprecated such, that a two piece worth of art is viewed as a Rembrandt. Where has the intellect, a capacity to distinguish genuine and unworthy, disappeared. There seems to be an apalling void that has blurred the vision of the modern day, Indian populace - who seem to be retarding fast in the evolutionary cycle. This element of biology is still not understood, well enough, to provide a hypothesis. So, I call it foolhardiness and rest my case.
As I departed the Bangalore airport in March, 2007, my sister, unwillingly parted with the book by Chetan Bhagat - Five Point Someone. It had been creating raves among Indians and few Asians. Since the moment, I finished the book, there has not been a day when I have not wondered whether this book was the worst one that I had got to read. The writing and narration was irreparably mediocre. Yet, the book was a success. It was because -we have a large percentage of young populace, many aspiring to become an IITians, and also the story had romance coupled with a happy ending - recipe for immediate success on home turf. Only by a cats whister, Chetan missed out being called a Devta (God) of Indian literature.
Now, the Devta is upset that his unique story has been plagiarized by group of moviemakers - who called his tale - The three idiots. Chetan shows his benevolence, and accepts the movie, eventhough, a penny of the box-office profits wasn't shared with him. We have a martyr. Maybe build a memorial for him. Acknowledge his petty achievements as national. I am curious to know what the Sahitya academy, Man Booker and Pullitzer committee are thinking on this issue.
I have been amused at all the hoopla that the farce of a book and the movie has created. The three idiots, showcases, 40 year olds as 20 year olds - no genetic disorders of any type, and still managed to win an unaminous vote of approval. Somewhere, I believe that this generation of our society has deprecated such, that a two piece worth of art is viewed as a Rembrandt. Where has the intellect, a capacity to distinguish genuine and unworthy, disappeared. There seems to be an apalling void that has blurred the vision of the modern day, Indian populace - who seem to be retarding fast in the evolutionary cycle. This element of biology is still not understood, well enough, to provide a hypothesis. So, I call it foolhardiness and rest my case.
posted by journeyman at 11:49 AM
1 Comments:
Reading Chetan Bhagat's books gives the average reader the impression that s/he is doing something intellectual without having to strain themselves. His writing is insipid, the plots are juvenile and yet every book shop markets him like he's best thing that's happened to Publishing. His columns are pretty terrible too.
Three Idiots was mildly entertaining in parts - but it by no means deserves the cult status that it achieved. I was cringing through that entire bit when these guys help a pregnant woman deliver. And the ending was very forced.
It really amazes me how eager the market is for mediocrity.
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