It's a strange thing about memories.We may not realize we are creating some when we are having fun, but later, we introspect and build castles in the air, brooding on how it could have been better.It is not uncommon to deliberately search out a painful remembrance and submit to grief - as a form of catharsis,perhaps.And then,today,we go about finding innovative ways of recording life which only make us forget to live.Our priorities have been drastically altered.
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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