A Christmas in Boston

Christmas Day 2008, the Boston skies finally decided to give its citizens a break from the gloomy weather than prevailed over it for much of last week. A quick chat with Deepu ensured that the NY trip originally planned for today was thoughtfully postponed to New Year's eve and I decided to visit the Hare Krishna Temple in Boston instead.

However Lord Krishna was in no hurry to meet me today (perhaps he too wanted his day off for Christmas, I guess! :). Well, actually it was all my fault... I forgot to take the city map along with me and I presumed I will ask someone for directions to the temple once I reached Park Street. But 'Hell'Ooo!! No one told me that its Christmas eve and there will be 'no one' - absolutely NO ONE on the streets of Boston to guide me. Plus with no shops open to ask for directions, I ended up circling the blocks from Park Street to Arlington all the way to Copley Square and the Taj Hotel Boston, in a vain attempt to locate the 'Hare Krishna' temple.
Finally I found a 7-11 store run by a Indian (Bengali) family, who gladly gave me the right directions. But with an empty stomach and loads of walking around the blocks, I had run out of both patience and fuel. So, I headed back for the Marriott for a sumptuous lunch post which I cozyed myself into the extra feather bed.
By the time I woke up, the Boston sun had already bid Good Bye . Logged into my G Mail account, and there it was... a snippet from Google's Ad-sense. "Watch 'Slumdog Millionnaire' in Boston" it said. Something clicked. A quick call to the concierge for the nearest Movie theater. "1 Kendall Square Theater, Sir" came his quick reply. "Right across the Broadway, on Hampshire street, just a ten minute walk from here". In the next 15 mins I found myself zipping past Cambridge avenue just in time to catch the 7:45 PM show. And guess what, It was a House-Full! I was lucky enough to manage to get one of the last few tickets left. I expected a largely Indian crowd inside the movie hall given that it was an Indian movie and that too on a Christmas evening. But to my utter surprise the Kendall Square movie hall was full of all possible nationalities except Indians! I found myself sitting between a middle aged Korean man, a Professor at MIT on one side and a young Canadian man - a consultant with KPMG on the other. "Holy shit, This is so very funny! Where have all the Indians vanished now?" I muttered under my breath. I mean, you'll spot them literally 'everywhere' in Boston. You will find them in MIT and the Harvard Campuses as that typical bespectacled scholar, you'll find one in 7 Cambridge Center as the honest security guard, in Harvard Square as the sincere looking student, in the MBTA as an aged lady with worries clearly written over her face or in the Boston Commons Gardens as that cozy honeymoon tourist couple cuddling up on a remote bench! But they were simply not there in the theater at Kendall Square today, to appreciate a much-acclaimed Indian movie.

Anyways, I was happy I was there. To experience a thrilling cinematic experience from a filmmaker in peak form. “Slumdog Millionaire” is pure movie magic - pulsing with life, oozing authenticity and so drunk on romance that it simply has to end with an exuberant musical number. The story revolves around 18-year-old orphan Jamal Malik (Dev Patel) who is one question away from winning 20 million rupees, the top prize on India’s version of “Who Wants to be a Millionaire?” But doubts over how he made it that far lead to his interrogation by a police Inspector (Irrfan Khan) and subsequent flashbacks to Jamal’s years as a child and adolescent in the slums of Mumbai (shot in Dharavi). In spite of the numerous flashbacks, British Director Danny Boyle has subtly ensured that the viewer does not lose focus at any point. As the movie progresses and the story unfolds, the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle slowly begin to fall in place and the beauty of the movie emerges from the picutre that now stands some-what complete.

One glance at the MIT prof and the KPMG chap sitting next to me and I knew they were spell-bound by Jamal's successful journey to his destination... the love of his life, 'Latika'. And as the credits appeared, I too found myself joining the multinational, multiracial audience, giving a thunderous applause and a well-deserved standing ovation to a movie that will create impressions (both good and bad) of 'Aamchi Mumbai' like no other!