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Slumdog Millionaire-The Indian Reality


What does it feel to grow up as an orphan in India? What does it feel like to become a millionaire? What does it feel like to betray? What does it feel like to starve? What does it feel like to see a murder? What does it feel like to be lucky?

What Does It Feel Like To Know That "IT IS WRITTEN" ??????????????

Danny Boyle's Slumdog Millionaire appeals to all these elements making you realize that its a HARD life but people go on living. The social order of the life in the slums , the ambitions/lusts for power and the usual play of destiny makes the movie an honest and bold statement of India.
Though the movie underlines the lives of the ordinary, it is not a tragic or a gripping tale of sorrow; instead it showcases the extraordinary lives of the ordinary whom the world passes by without a second glance. The movie probes through all the issues from riots to prostitution,high society mumbai underworld to young fanatics of Big B.....
The movie is a truthful documentation of Life Of Slumdogs....... A story of (as quoted in the film) "From Rags to Raja's"..........

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