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Everyone, it seems, has an opinion about "Slumdog Millionaire." And with the Oscars being announced Sunday night, those opinions are being spouted all over the place - in Los Angeles, in Mumbai and everywhere in between. So here is the START of a roundup of the opinion pieces surrounding Slumdog (it's too much work to keep typing out the full title or to worry about quote marks). In order to make it more exhaustive (and exhausting to read!) please post essays, blog posts, links, etc, in the comments section below.
Before I get to the roundup, however, I wanted to get a little personal and recount some of what happened this week across three generations of Sreenivasans, tell you of a childhood incident and share how I made peace with Oscar.
As we were planning this weekend's Academy Award-viewing plans, I mentioned them to my 5-year-old twins, Durga and Krishna. "Oscar Award?" asked Krishna, "is that when they give awards for garbage?" - referring, of course, to the green, garbage-can-inhabiting Muppet on Sesame Street, Oscar the Grouch.
As I tried to correct him, I realized his description of the Oscars would please his grandfather, my dad, T.P. Sreenivasan. If he'd heard Krishna, he might have said, "Yes, that's about right." After all, that's basically what my father thinks of the worthiness of Slumdog. He captured his feelings about the movie in a piece in India's Rediff.com entitled "Exploiting India." Among the, er, highlights:
* Having read the novel and seen the film, I cannot say that it has done more good than harm to India. This is not a matter of my wanting to shove the reality under the carpet.