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the 3 idiots of hirani

College life is full of joy - laughter, cheers, peers and beers, but there's a little bit of a problem - deadlines! There are deadlines for assignments, reports, viva, quizzes, projects and of course examinations, that require timely attention!

Three students share a common lifestyle at Imperial College of Engineering headed by the perfectionist director Viru Sahashtrabuddhe. Raju is a typical student determined to earn a degree and therefore a living for his financially deprived family. Farhan is a wannabe wildlife photographer turned engineering student. And Ranchhod Das Shamal Das Chachand, aka Rancho, is the one whose passion is engineering - it's just that he dislikes the entire education system. The greatest question is: How do they graduate?

3 Idiots chronicles around the lives of students in a typical Indian engineering college, it's abilities and it's inabilities. The depiction of a fourth student, Chatur Ramalingam, in search of a strange scientist Phunsukh Wangdu, has made the story more sumptuous, hilarious and loving.

3 Idiots is a must watch. Grab very little or no pop corn at all, because you will be fixing yourself entirely to the screen, with no time to eat. All you will need is a comfortable seat.

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