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Nothing’s perfect. Ever!

Don’t look for perfection.

Enjoy everything else.

Live with the rest.

Slumdog Millionaire – Maybe it is written

Well, I watched the movie that is the current flavour of the world, and I have to say it is incredible. Not that it doesn’t have its implausible moments, tear jerking melodrama or the usual song and dance routine. But is so thrilling, breathless in its execution, touching in its intent, it is hard to find fault. I am listening to Jai Ho as I write this, and years of my wondering why Rahman never won an Oscar seems finally redeemed. Not his best work, but who am I to judge a genius?

So near, yet so far. It is an Indian film in every way. I am wondering if they liked this movie, why couldn’t they have liked an Aamir or a Salaam Bombay – there are so many like them. If Danny Boyle hadn’t been there to lend that edge, it might have never made it this far.

It does show the squalor that is Mumbai (parts of it, we can’t deny), but why is it alright if an Indian shows it and not a firang? This is not a movie on tourism. After all there is no human interest in Mumbai’s middle class or rich is there? They are the same everywhere.

I watch the movie and I wonder a bit. Is our destiny written then?

Business journalism is cut throat. And aggressive. Things I wish I could do without. Although I admit, the exhilaration of breaking news before anyone else is enormous. I love it and I am getting better.