A boy was living in a slum happily. One fine morning a Hollywood director signs him for a movie on slums. The movie wins Oscars and the boy becomes international hero. Visit to Hollywood, International media attention, suddenly the boy finds himself in a new world. Endless interviews, camera flashes etc etc. Tired of all this , he refuses interviews and his fathers starts beating him. For him (the father) this is a golden opportunity and he could not see it just slipping away. The Government also gives them a good house and the boy is shifted to a new school. But nobody was willing to befriend this kid in his new school. They still treat him as a boy with excreta all over his body though he washed it long back. The boy starts hating his new overnight change in his life and one fine day, walks back to him slum.
Ending Shot:
He walks into a western toilet, throws an angry look at the commode and the toilet paper there, thrashes it, takes out an empty Bisleri bottle, fills it up with water, and starts walking to the fields….
Away from Hollywood……
Away from Media…….
Away from Govt…….
Away from Public…….
Scars of Oscar
A boy was living in a slum happily. One fine morning a Hollywood director signs him for a movie on slums. The movie wins Oscars and the boy becomes international hero. Visit to Hollywood, International media attention, suddenly the boy finds himself in a new world. Endless interviews, camera flashes etc etc. Tired of all this , he refuses interviews and his fathers starts beating him. For him (the father) this is a golden opportunity and he could not see it just slipping away. The Government also gives them a good house and the boy is shifted to a new school. But nobody was willing to befriend this kid in his new school. They still treat him as a boy with excreta all over his body though he washed it long back. The boy starts hating his new overnight change in his life and one fine day, walks back to him slum.
Ending Shot:
He walks into a western toilet, throws an angry look at the commode and the toilet paper there, thrashes it, takes out an empty Bisleri bottle, fills it up with water, and starts walking to the fields….
Away from Hollywood……
Away from Media…….
Away from Govt…….
Away from Public…….
And the song goes ....Phir Na Ho ( Not again)