Journey From Very Poor Slumdog to millionaire: True Story ( Part 1 )*

Last night, a wise young television station technician from city watched Danny Boyle’s Slumdog wealthy person. “You don’t ought to inquire from me something regarding my life. it's all there on the show screen,” 22-year-old Manju beams with pride from the front seat of his friend’s landrover, the newest film industry blockbuster blaring tinnily from a current Motorola mobile. “I am additionally Slumdog – however a lot of worse. To Maine slum suggests that you're lucky; it suggests that shelter and no rain returning within. i used to be sleeping on the road or during a piping, betting on the weather,” he recollects, because the neon-lit oases of McDonald’s Drive through, Baskin-Robbins and occasional Day flash past on the route to Mysore route.

Boyle’s Slumdog wealthy person is that the rags-to-riches tale of orphan Jamal leader, and his unsafe ascent from a metropolis slum to winner of UN agency needs to be a Millionaire?. His rise from the gutter, and his brother Salim’s journey into gangsterism, is told aboard India’s transformation into the hyper-capitalism of its new mega cities. The film has garnered four Golden Globes, six Baftas and is favorite to win Best Film at tomorrow’s Oscars. however in Asian nation, it's touched a nerve. Some praise its colour, last month slum dwellers of Patna vulnerable to burn effigies of Boyle, in protest at what they saw because the film’s uncomplimentary use of the term “Slumdog”.

For Manju but – and therefore the 450 million just about others WHO have practised the sharp finish of hunger below India’s $2 per day personal income – this film is like peering at his life through a superbly distorted toy. “My brother and that i we tend tore specifically like Jamal and Hector Hevodidbon – except we didn’t win any broadcast. Our story was reality,” boasts Manju. currently clean and immaculately dressed, the 22-year-old former urchin, chai worker, vegetable trafficker, petty stealer, balloon trafficker, dining-room attendant and someday malefactor has come back an extended method since he clawed his reply of the sewers of Mysore.

He might not have a 20-million-rupee cheque in his pocket, however Manju’s get away the pipe has all the drama of a script – and is simply as unlikely. these days the self-proclaimed “middle-class type” rents an area in one amongst the foremost affluent areas of city and is ascent the ranks of the ezed TV Kannada news network, whereas devoting his evenings to finishing a university degree. The orphan street boy, WHO once waited outside for scraps, will currently hold his head at any building. In India, this can be not simply a rarity, however a miracle. “Most of the kids we tend to grew up with area unit drunks, gangsters or pimps – and therefore the rest area unit in jail.” Most still continue to exist the streets, and solely 10 per cent can ever leave.

“I had to climb out of the shit too, a bit like Jamal!” Manju chuckles, tasting the chance to live over his past through the protection of the cinema screen. he's examination the film’s slum bathroom scene to AN episode in his childhood, wherever he fell into AN open sewer “right up to my neck”, and nearly died. “I was fighting and shouting, however nobody came to assist,” he says. “I thought at that moment i might die. however I struggled till I managed to tug myself out.”

Today, Manju is retracing his steps for the primary time in 10 years, from the brilliant lights of Bangalore, India’s initial “Silicon City”, to the swarming Mysore marketplace of his childhood. “I can show you things concerning my life you won’t believe,” he warns, “worse than any film.”

As the automobile hurtles down the dust-covered 160km road from Bangalore to Mysore, Manju recollects – the maximum amount as he will – however he came to get on the streets within the initial place. “My earliest memory is lying on the pavement next to my mother outside the market. A pedaller rode up to United States and drove the bike pedal into the highest of my head. It went 0.5 an in. within – you'll still see the scar,” he says, parting the hair to reveal a raised silvery patch on his bone.

The fragmented prelude to his family’s arrival on the pavement is all too familiar. It begins with two childhood sweethearts from poor families (“just two meals per day poor”) who run away to marry in secret. They have three children: Manju, Srinivasa and Shruti. Six months after the birth of their third child, the husband turns to drink and leaves her for another woman. His young wife is left to fend for herself and look after the children on her own. “That is why she started drinking,” says Manju, “to stop her feeling any pain. She would tell me, ‘After drinking, mind is free.’”

He doesn’t like to say what she did for money. “Selling something, vegetables maybe? I don’t know,” he mutters. “I didn’t see.” Manju does, however, drop hints that the most common currency for the women abandoned on the street was their bodies. Even children as young as eight would regularly disappear, kidnapped by sex traffickers and brothel owners. “On the street 90 per cent of the women and girls are working in prostitution, in brothels and outside places, but what else can they do? They are helpless,” he says.