That one adrenaline-pumping moment costs more than the average Indian’s monthly salary. 15 years later, the film still sells a dream; but it’s a dream built on privilege most can’t afford. It’s not about self-discovery. It’s about money buying freedom from the daily grind. Millennials watched it hoping for escape. Gen Z inherited the aesthetic; without the budget. The truth? The film never promised realism. It promised relief. And we keep rewatching because for two hours, we don’t have to think about EMIs, layoffs, or stagnant salaries. The fantasy stays alive because reality is too heavy to carry alone. Maybe that’s why we never stopped pressing play.