Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Slumdog—Jai Ho

After all Slumdog has kept up to the expectations of the Indian people. At last it has happened. With eight awards in its kitty will it be right to say “Slumdog Millionaire” is a Bollywood win? Was it the depiction of poverty that still stinks in the slums across India the cynosure for the Oscar nominations? How well would this topic have done if it was filmed by an Indian director? Doubts and questions have come up and will haunt people of this country time and again when this topic is discussed.

But in all totality, the slums of Dharavi and the poverty that sticks in the heart, soul and the walls of each house, the question that echoes in my mind, “How are the children involved in this film going to face the challenges of this world having faced the lights and cameras in the process of the making?” Surely it will make a lot of difference in their lives.

In all sanity Danny Boyle has shown our poverty to the world but the remedial measures lie in our hands. We may brag about Rehman, Gulzar and Pookutty as winners at the Oscars, but the nameless children who have made all this happen in the small roles they have played will remember that they have been a part of it and will have stories to tell their next generation.

Who knows what happens next?

Saturday, February 14, 2009

A Sunday Thought

Today is Sunday. I want to relax. The cold winds are dying out and the chill in the morning air has reduced. This is the best time; I want to call it “Spring Time”. Still the flowers in the gardens are blooming with their multicolor spraying the stretch where they sway in the breeze and catch the eyes. But there is no “Spring Time” in India. The winter fades suddenly and the touch of the breeze on the skin let’s me know that Summer is round the corner.

Selfish that I am, “Season’s Delight” suits me as per my mood. If it’s Winter, I want the cold to be moderate, if it’s Summer, I want the heat to be soft on me and if it’s Monsoon, I want it to rain as and when I want. If Season’s become my slave, will Nature ever be at its best?
I know it; still at times I want to offend the cycle of Nature with my boring thought, that’s what Nature would have stamped my thought as.
Anyway, freedom of thought is every individual’s right.
That’s what I’m doing with my thoughts now. Giving them a chance to play with words and group them into something sensible for reading.

I have a lot of work and ideas in hand which I want to finish. For that I need a lot of time and dedication. But once (if) my projects are complete I’ll be the happiest person.

A small iota to begin with.