I love awards. Totally, and absolutely. I would be lying if I say that awards don’t mean a thing to me. I love to stand there on stage, taking my little token /trophy /certificate anything that pats me on the back and can then adorn my shelf! I love the recognition that come with it, and the glory that I love to bask in. It’s fantastic. It motivates, invigorates, and pushes me to do better.
In school, I always wanted to be the one going up on the dias and taking any award. But there was too much competition then. In college, I kind of lost out, with my focus being on other things. And then, with work life in Mumbai, I am discovering the ways of getting recognition. Three in the last one year. Makes me feel good. Very very good. I hope this goes on, he he he…..
And now, I somehow find myself enjoying the glory that Slumdog Millionaire has got. I have not seen the movie, nor do I find it compelling to do so. Maybe one day I will. Maybe I won’t. But, it’s good to know that it is a product that most people love. Yes, it’s not an Indian movie, it’s only about India. Only? That’s one word to be used carefully. Anyways, there are people who say that the Oscars are not the greatest recognition for Indian artistes. But my dear friend, it is recognition. And, on a global scale. Its an award, that some Indians got NOT because they were in the “foreign film” category. It’s a recognition of their talent on the global network.
Jai Ho!
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