Among the young dancers, one man entered and stole the limelight for a few hours.Or was it more? I don't know. He did not seem like a visitor; so effortlessly did he meld his movements with theirs. His knowledge was so different, and yet so similar. The man of the woods saw his dream's fruition as dance and martial arts came together in that small room - enrapturing the audience, uniting some of them in a flow of postures, evoking admiration in others, by his finesse. He inspired them to imbibe any learning into life, to love and protect nature, and to be socially responsible individuals. His leaving would not prevent the audience from remembering him. For men who sincerely adore this Earth, men of truth, cannot to be easily forgotten.
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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