If you were to search for me in this crowded maze, where would you look? You would probably try to find me among the dozens of children stretched out on the smooth concrete floor in various stages of rest and slumber. You might even imagine me as an adolescent hawker, peddling plastic bottles containing tap water from the station's toilet as pure Himalayan aqua minerale. You could visualize me as one of the sweepers in dirty shirt and torn pants shuffling across the platform, with a long swishing broom transferring dirt from the pavement on to the track. This is the original book behind the award-winning blockbuster Slumdog Millionaire . But if, like me, you thought that the movie probably resembles or follows the basic plotline of the novel, you will realize that you are wrong not long after you start reading. For once, the novel and the movie are so different that I don't think anyone can go around complaining about how the movie left out this-and-that, or that the novel di...