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Hurraying for the underdog....

I'm just back from watching the movie, "Slumdog Millionaire". Armed with too many reviews - the good, bad and the ugly, decided it was worth writing home about. Not about the movie itself, but about the how's and why's of one more of the millionth 'rags to riches' story touching many hearts. Again.

Let's see. Superheroes have their own rightful share of our adoration and admiration. But, we're always mindful that they can exist only in comic books or movies or a fantasmic 'cuckoo land'. After all, saving the world is strictly a position for a chosen few, who are most likely acrobats or trapeze artists in disguise. Right? That leaves the remaining 99% of the population like us who have to go through our daily lives devoid of any room for super heroic acts. No, taking the trash out (even a truck load) or doing a humongous load of laundry (including dirty socks) do not count. Very unfortunate, but true.

So, do we tend to satiate our daily quota of bravery by hearing, watching or reading any piece of fiction where the underdog wins the day? In other words, get all worked up about people look like us, talk like us and live like us, but somehow, magically transform into the rich and famous - all overnight. And, hit the newspapers, movies and the book stores everywhere.

Some dream, i know.

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