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All is Well!

Recently watched a Hindi (for those that speak only 1 language - this is an Indo Aryan language that evolved around the 10th century) pheelum (or cinematic production) called 'Three Idiots'.



I liked this movie. It takes the viewer on a journey through the uniquely Indian drama of securing admission, putting oneself through and (trying to) graciously exit the world of an undergraduate degree program in the University system.



The cast is made up of some veteran and not so mature actors of the Hindi filmdom but come together in a brilliant portrayal of the trials of an average student trying to find his way through a complex maze of varying expectations none of them their own.


It depicts the various cast of characters one would encounter in a school of higher learning in India including the idiotic and the pedantic; the demure and the mature. This applies to both students and faculty both set in their own obstinate paradigms of what it is they are trying to achieve. While the drama weaves in some standard flavorings akin to a Hindi flick i.e. extending the story to include family matters of all involved and identifying love interests while trying to secure an education it does so with much aplomb; missing in most productions spewing out of the Bollywood garage.

One of the traits of Hindi films is the uncanny ability of the actor in question to burst into poetry or song at the hint of change in their emotional balance. This too has been handled well in the context of this movie with the song or numbers as some like to call it blending naturally to enhance the goofiness that is the storyline.

'All is Well' is one such number that borders on teachings of Zen or Buddhist philosophy (for those with patience there are dreary tomes such as 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance' available to immerse in) but is part simple joy - the joksters having a good time bouncing off the walls.

Kudos to the team for bringing the parody of what many a degree program has come to represent in modern India - a factory to churn out mindless individuals who learn things by rote and try to get branded to fit in the work culture.

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