Weekend was full with Slumdog Millionaire, I watched the film on Friday evening, and still the images therein, the jubilance the children, their states of extreme gullibility refuses to leave my guilty mind.
Everyday I pass these children (they are not the same, but then are they not the ones I just left behind, without even a backward glance) along my ways in Mumbai streets and trains, they exist at the local rail stations, at traffic signals and sometimes by the road. And I always refused to pay the children money, thinking that they would be further exploited, sometime I gave them something to eat. But it was always just that.
I saw the children again in the backdrop of the ugly underbelly that the city has, full with all the squalor, dirt and shit. Perhaps not as magnified as the reality is. But still, the picture is bad, and that is why the beauty of the children came out so startlingly alive.
The film celebrates life, and the resolution of everybody who is catapulted to a life on the fringes, anyone who is never given a choice. And I understand why is film is celebrated, and has to be celebrated.
I hope it changes me too, so I can act proactively to help at least some of these children, from exploitation and dirt. I want to impart some beauty and dignity to tiny people who deserve it.
I am set on the way. I was active some years back, and have worked with children, but it was to a small extent.
But now, I want to have more power (read money) so that I can positively change their lives. And I am set to work.
Be with me, reader, and please watch Slumdog Millionaire.
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