It is ironic how we hold certain 'sacred' beliefs close to our heart. We categorise people in the society based on their complexion, employment, ancestry , et cetera. When those we consider inferior to us enter places of worship or even homes, we make it a point to cleanse what has been 'polluted'.As if another person, constituted of the same flesh and blood, can be any different. All anyone needs is food,water and shelter, with a helping of love, if fate favours it. Only our minds need cleansing, nothing else. Bias, ego, prejudice, sense of superiority, vanity, and all those banes reinforced in the past decade need to go, so that we can see each other for the same corporeal beings in which an eternal spirit seeks abode. And that spiritual flame is being put out by all the soot - the dark, vile side of what is apparently the dominant species on the planet.
Today, I got a chance to behold the changing art scene in my country, on attending a film festival of sorts.Filmmakers seem to be reacting to the noise on and off celluloid, through mostly silent creations.I list a few of my favourites here: A Beast Called Beauty - directed by Aakanksha Chitkara Maybe because I am a woman living at a time when India is renowned for objectification of and heinous crimes against women, this documentary film struck me the most and inspired this post.The film voices the common woes of our sex racked by the rigid concepts of beauty set by the society; a situation only worsened by the marketing techniques of fairness creams and other beauty products.However,the movie ends on a happy note, with the featured females professing to have realised that they have accepted who they are, and are content with themselves.I hope every girl out there does the same. In case your interest is piqued, here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5M1kI5FNz_g ...
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