Each stage in a man's life seems to be connected to a different mode of transport, atleast in the 21st century. A toddler cycles, then walks, but by the time he hits late teenage years, he insists on getting a motor vehicle. Once he or she has cinched their position in the career network, they cannot be travelling in anything short of a four-wheeler, and a swanky one at that. Reaching one's workplace becomes a strut and not a stroll. Hardly anyone remembers the good old days of walking for miles to reach one's destination. Modes of travel are no more about utility. They are status symbols by means of which we arrogantly combust our low-running fossil fuels.
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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