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Borrowed glory
Jaspal Bhatti

IT is a matter of great pride that Slumdog Millionaire has bagged eight Oscars. But this is nothing to boast about for people living in slums. They canít be happy shouting, "Dekha hamare slums ke karan Oscars millen hai" (See, the Oscars are due to our slums). Because the poor chaps living in slums do not have faintest idea what these Oscar awards represent.

There are no two opinions that it is a great achievement for A.R. Rahman, lyricist Gulzar and sound recordist Resul Pookutty, especially Rahman, who has brought home two Oscars. But the Best Director and Best Film awards to the film are nothing for us to boast about. Had any of the Indian filmmakers or directors got the Oscars, I would have danced on the rooftop with happiness.

We had celebrated the achievement of Slumdog Millionaire at our studio by inviting children from the neighbouring slums to cut a cake. But ironically not a single child knew about Slumdog Millionaire or its eight Oscars.

The Indian film industry is known for its rat race tendencies. If a film showcasing our slums has won the Oscars, many producers and directors may run towards the slums with cameras on their shoulders. A politician was asked to say a few words on the success of Slumdog Millionaire. He said, "Brothers and sisters, to win more and more Oscars, we will have to create more slums."