Two parts salt and nothing....

So we pretty much hate Slumdog Millionaire...uh, don't us wrong, it's a WONDERFUL movie, the kids are Fantastic-so..... SLUMLIKE, you know, REAL, they grow up into fine slumdog specimens. so wat if you can make out that the dirt and grim is actually shoe polish and so what if the lead speaks with a very pleasing accent. but it does not show India in the correct/right light. We are about SO much more than Dharavi and it's, roughly put, two million slum dwellers. We are about colors, agriculture, villages, technology, education, youth politics, elephants and not to forget, snake charmers !!
What i fail to understand is why are people so vehemently against the idea of an outsider succeeding at what we love to fail at.
We DON'T want to see what this movie shows in graphic details.
How many times do we stop at red lights and wonder, "WHAT THE HECK happened to this kid" ?? I know i do.
Because when i was really young and eager to explore the world, my dad would tell me,"don't go out because in India people grab children and do nasty things to them so that when they beg people pity them and give them money".
I think my dad would really appreciate Mr Boyle's work.

Or the part about the police beating up a poor kid just because a well known personality suspects him of cheating. or the railway urchins who sell everything from nail cutters to soft porn books. We've seen it all. We still see it all.

To me, this movie is all about what I've 'almost' successfully ignored for the last 18 years.
The poverty, the stench of an entire unwashed population, the undeniable greed for power, money and sex, the need to hide our base reality and deck up the beautiful exterior.
The fact that a "phirang" can make us see all of this again seems to have rattled and challenged our indianness.

So i forgot how to log in. here, on blogspot. and then i tried all types of combinations of mail ids and passwords and finally hit gold. which got me wondering if my braincells are goin kaput becoz i simply have too many passwords to remember !! IT ppl at office hate me becoz they have to reset my mail and LAN password every three days. i mean now random IT ppl know my password and i don't !

I honestly think it happens bcoz i dont pay attention to detail. i mean, it's not like i have an early case of alzeimer's. ok, maybe not too early. It's just that i'm not into details when it comes to abstract nouns.

I think i'm like that everywhere. i end up lookin at the larger picture, ignorin the little things. but it doesn't work too well. becoz the little things start piling up, one by one, and suddenly you realise that there is a mountain in front of you and no way to go around it. and you definitely dont have the guts to go through it. That is when things start falling apart. And one fine day you wake up with no clue as to wat to do, bcoz you just dont know wat went wrong in the first place.

And then you write stupid snippets like this.

I really wish i'd become a little smarter, no, a LOT smarter actually.