I don't know if the news has hit the wire yet, but we're in a rece(depre)ssion. AH!
Take cover.
Slumdog Millionaire cleaned house at the Oscars for 2008. In a time where we need hope, where the news continuously reinforces the idea/fact that the economy ain't so hot, layoffs are occuring by the hundreds of thousands, every job board is offering "help" for jobseekers (they are really selling something to someone), companies are rethinking their corporate goals and evaluating everything that they spend any money on - the world fell in love with Jamal Malik, the chaiwala from Mumbai.
Slumdog, underdog, chaiwala, we rooted for Jamal to win it big. Less because we just wanted someone from the slums to be a Millionaire - but because he was transparent. He played the game by the rules, he took some calculated risks, and he deserved it.
Do the C-levels on Wall Street? Do the car companies? Does John Doe across the street getting foreclosure assistance?
Who knows (my guess is not).
For now, we have the hope from the slumdog, the chaiwala. Play by the rules and you'll get tortured - But the million is yours.
I hate to say it, but reality isn't so promising, or so rewarding.
