Cinema and Cricket continue to be the two great obsessions of thisD populous country.
The impact that they have on the mind of the young cannot be overemphasised.
Does Art imitate Life? Or, does Life imitate Art?
I have asked myself this question many times ever since the murder of Swathi
in broad daylight in a suburban station in Chennai. A bright, educated young girl proceeding to work as usual,
is hacked to death most violently, with a crude sickle by a young, unemployed college drop out. What was her crime?
She had rejected his repeated advances and declined to marry him.
The lyrics of Tamil film songs have described the heroes angst/anguish/anger so rejected
by attacking the girl in a very negative manner.Modern day love as portrayed in films is about
imposing your love on others, not accepting that it can sometimes be unrequited.
If you had watched a film portraying this scenario and applauded you should have also applauded
the hacking of Swathi. The heroes of our films are worthy of imitation aren't they?
The horror of a murder for being truthful to a proposal has not diminished. It
was then that my anger turned to the film fraternity.They will say we portray Life.
Art imitates Life.
Not so easy, not so easy.In India, every hero has a million fans and many imitations.Is it
not the duty of the filmworld to be careful about the characters portrayed.?
What is shown on the screen will be mirrored in a thousand fragments like a shattered
mirror all over the country. It is not difficult to show nobility, but blackshades pay at the box
office.What is shown as love is lust masquerading as love, totally selfish, totally self centred
eager to portray women in a submissive ,poor light.
Is it the fault of our fast life? No time to introspect. Brute force, assault are signs of anger in todays world.
A generation that is brought up on these scenes grows up to display cruelty and vulgarity in real life.
Let there be films portraying goodness and nobility. If you cannot do good for the country, why not at least
refrain from making a film highlighting the bad?
The impact that they have on the mind of the young cannot be overemphasised.
Does Art imitate Life? Or, does Life imitate Art?
I have asked myself this question many times ever since the murder of Swathi
in broad daylight in a suburban station in Chennai. A bright, educated young girl proceeding to work as usual,
is hacked to death most violently, with a crude sickle by a young, unemployed college drop out. What was her crime?
She had rejected his repeated advances and declined to marry him.
The lyrics of Tamil film songs have described the heroes angst/anguish/anger so rejected
by attacking the girl in a very negative manner.Modern day love as portrayed in films is about
imposing your love on others, not accepting that it can sometimes be unrequited.
If you had watched a film portraying this scenario and applauded you should have also applauded
the hacking of Swathi. The heroes of our films are worthy of imitation aren't they?
The horror of a murder for being truthful to a proposal has not diminished. It
was then that my anger turned to the film fraternity.They will say we portray Life.
Art imitates Life.
Not so easy, not so easy.In India, every hero has a million fans and many imitations.Is it
not the duty of the filmworld to be careful about the characters portrayed.?
What is shown on the screen will be mirrored in a thousand fragments like a shattered
mirror all over the country. It is not difficult to show nobility, but blackshades pay at the box
office.What is shown as love is lust masquerading as love, totally selfish, totally self centred
eager to portray women in a submissive ,poor light.
Is it the fault of our fast life? No time to introspect. Brute force, assault are signs of anger in todays world.
A generation that is brought up on these scenes grows up to display cruelty and vulgarity in real life.
Let there be films portraying goodness and nobility. If you cannot do good for the country, why not at least
refrain from making a film highlighting the bad?
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