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Slumdog Millionaire

January 24, 2009

Man.

I can’t remember the last time I went to see a movie and felt choked-up for more than half of it.  This movie was so beautiful.  I’ve only been to Indian (Punjab) twice, and I must say that I don’t give the country enough credit for its beauty.  India is truly over-exoticized.  “OH…you’ve been to ‘India!!’  It must have been so “beautiful!”  When I hear that kind of talk, I think about how many places I’ve been to that I classify as more aesthetically beautiful places to visit.  Sure, the Taj Mahal is beautiful, but Agra is dustier than Burning Man! I guess I treat the two places the same way.  They are both beautiful places, but not chiefly because of their good looks. Slumdog reminded me about that.

People make India beautiful. Being able to LEAVE India makes India beautiful. Hell.  India makes the United States beautiful!  Even pre-Obama US!  Going to India really puts “grass-is-greener” to work.  It’s nice to have roads that work.  Law enforcement that isn’t “openly corrupt”.  It’s the little things in life….

Watching Slumdog really reminded me about how I grew up and where I come from.  My father came to the US with $17 in his pocket, worked at night in factories and put himself through school.  And he still made enough time to have fun, go out to discos and manage to meet my mother?  Slumdog reminded me of my father. Not because he came from the street, quite the opposite.  But because he pointed out the work ethic, and more importantly, the smiles of the folks on the streets throughout India. 

One image that is burned in my head is of an old man hauling a 5ftx5ft cube of ice through the dusty streets of Agra.  My dad pointed him out to me.  When the man noticed us, he looked over and flashed a huge smile.  No complaints. It’s just work.  Hakuna Matata.  At that moment I realized that happiness was a state of mind.  You can’t let your situation rule your state of mind.  Where would I be without that experience today?  Good lord.

I don’t want to talk to much about the movie itself.  Just go see it.

It may give you the same hope that I have when I buy and check my lotto tickets every week.  You see, I got a fortune cookie about a year ago that said something to the effect that I wouldn’t ever need to worry about money.  I listened to the cookie and have been playing the numbers in that cookie exclusively.  And it keeps me going.  Because I know that some day my numbers will hit.  So. No matter how bad things get? Hakuna Matata!  Why? Because I’ll be a millionaire someday!

It was written!

…..in the cookie

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