My Life, A Cocktail

I watched the entire Oscars without interruption. Most women of my age and over will understand, how impossible that can get at times. Slumdog millionaire won 8 oscars. Rehman won 2 of them. He performed on the Oscar stage. When it won the best picture award, Danny Boyle, Dev, Frieda, Anil Kapoor, Irfan Khan, and all the kids, stood proud on the Oscar stage. I lived the moment with them, just like I lived every moment of the movie. I loved the movie, and I already have a post that explains it. So I wont go into that. But here are some comments made by some logical people I know. My thoughts are interleaved. "I would have been happier if it was an Indian directed movie." It may have been nominated in the Foreign Film category, and the Japanese would have won it anyways. "We need a British to get us Oscars." We were given a chance with Slumdog, and the 8 oscars speak for themselves. Whatever, I enjoyed watching the Oscars, I had fun cheering for Slumdog, and end of th...

Well, what can I say. A perfect movie. The right blend of sadness, joy, humor and anger. More importantly, unfairness. Movies like these remind me of the same old question: Why? Didn't we grow up with the notion of do good, and good will happen to you? As adults, you would look at that little box at an Indian hole in the wall restaurant, and read "Tipping is Good Karma". Whether you believe it or not, you toss in a dollar. But is life always fair? As I watched the movie, as I devoured each character potrayed, I lived their life for that moment. And at the end of it, I wondered, what if I was born as one of them? I can't dismiss it saying it was just a film. It is reality. I don't know if it is written or not. But if it is, I hope its fair.