3 Idiots

(This story represents the movie 3 Idiots So this is obviously not an original story. But I think everyone should read this. It's very interesting. Many people prefer books over movies. That's why I'm narrating the story, so that everyone knows.)

Chapter 01

Delhi Airport

A plane of Air India was getting ready to take off. Anyone could hear the noise it was making, it was groundbreaking. The plane was moving slowly. Inside the plane, the stewardess was shutting off the Luggage Compartments up on the ceiling. It was a 1st class cabin. Small TV screens attached to the seats were showing advertisements of sponsors.

Then the instructions, being narrated by some guy, were playing loudly as the stewardess made body gestures demonstrating what to do in case of an emergency. She was wearing a nice designed Saari. For those who don't know what "Saari" is -- It's a traditional Indian dress for girls which is worn by wrapping around the waist and it also covers the upper body part to neck.

The announcement ended and she took the opportunity to page the pilot through the intercom.

"We are ready to go sir."

Then she put off the phone.

The plane was gaining speed and running down the runway. It was quiet inside the cabin. Everyone was listening to music with headphones on or reading magazines. There was a guy on the left side of the cabin. He was sitting on the edge of the row. He was about 30 to 35 years old, average body, had a mustache, wearing black pants and grey shirt with glasses on his nose. Suddenly his cell phone rang. He got it out of his pocket and received it.

"Hello, who is this?"

So, apparently it was an unknown number.

"Yes?.....What?"

He got silent suddenly and looked worried. He was paying attention to whatever the person on the phone was saying.

The stewardess noticed him talking on the phone. But it's forbidden to use cell phone on plane , especially during take off. So she said to him gently

"Sir, kindly switch off your mobile phone, please?"

"Just hold on a sec, hold on, please."

"Sorry sir. You have to put it off right now. I insist."

After a few more seconds, he put the phone off. But he seemed worried about something from the moment he picked up the call. He was anxious about something. He started sweating and seemed excited. His body was trembling.

The stewardess sat on her reserved seat and put the seat belts on. He called the stewardess in low voice

"Excuse me?"

But it wasn't loud enough. So she couldn't hear him. Then he suddenly unlocked his seatbelt. He tried to stand up. The plane was taking off the ground and was heading towards the blue sunny sky.

The stewardess noticed him.

"Sir, what are you doing ? Sit down, please."

Everyone was staring at him. He was about to fall as the plane bumped a little bit. He held onto the nearest seat. Then he suddenly put his arm on his heart like he was having a heart attack. It seemed to be a heart attack.

The passengers gasped as he fell down on the floor with his face down. His glasses fell off. Obvious heart attack. Probably he heard something really bad on the phone.

The stewardess picked up the intercom again and called the Captain in the cockpit.

"Captain, there's a medical emergency. A passenger has just fallen down in the aisle. We need medical support immediately."

The pilot immediately contacted the control room.

"Delhi Air India 101 returning due to medical emergency.

The plane turned around and landed where it took off.

Emergency Medical Unit staffs came with a wheelchair and put him on it. They rushed with him sitting on it unconscious. A doctor was running with them too. They rushed through the airport with him. Then suddenly something happened that nobody was prepared for.

All of a sudden he opened his eyes and peeked around. They were still on the run. Then suddenly he jumped off the wheelchair and stood up in front of them.

The staffs stopped in shock. They kept staring at him like they were watching a miracle happening. Then he said

"Hold on"

He put his arm on his heart again ,took deep breaths and showed some body gestures like jogging and stretching legs. They were still staring at him in shock.

"No, I'm fine now, thanks. You carry on, please."

All of them were staring at him. They couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

Getting the chance, he started running from them. The doctor got out of his shock and called him back.

"Gentleman, wait!"

The others were still in shock, watching him run and. Obviously, because it happened so quickly.

But he didn't stop. He kept running and running. He crossed the immigration. Then took the accelerator but still running and skipping one or two steps. He seemed to be in a hurry. He ran through the crowd and got out of the airport.

There were lots of people waiting outside the airport with banners written names on them. They were there to receive people coming out of the airport. People were happy to find their receivers. They were smiling and talking.

He passed by some people and saw a guy with a banner in his hand which said "Mr. Joginder Dillon". He was wearing a white uniform with a logo of some Motel on it. He assumed he was a driver. He went up to that guy and said

"Hey, bring the car."

"You're Mr. Dillon, sir?"

"Why? Should I have made a tattoo of my name on my forehead? Go get the car quickly!" He said with a cold voice.

"Yes, sir." The driver got scared and went off to get the car.

It was clear that he pretended to be having a heart attack. Probably because he wanted to get off the plane. But why? And what was that phone call about? That's the question.