Another thing. I think pointless, cheesy, high-school romance flicks score over the boring "movie-with-that-social-theme" (provided it lacks that element of stale humour).
But its animated movies that top the list. I'd rather watch Ratatouile, Kung Fu Panda, Finding Nemo, Happy Feet, The Little Mermaid, Cinderella (animated, of course) than movies The Departed, (which I didn't like by the way. I watched it because I was on a train with a lot of free-time, nothing to do, and a laptop.) No Country For Old Men, Crash, and the like. Shocker, isn't it?
We live in a labyrinth of confusion, problems and negative energy. A little fantasy, away from reality never did any harm.
Probably, this is the reason why Enid Blyton, Grimms Fairy Tales and Hans Christian Anderson still top my list of books.
Often, its nice to imagine yourself in a different world, with different people. The mundane, monotony of life has blunted minds, evidently.
Oh, and Oreo Cheesecake is the second best dessert in the whole world. After Irish Truffles whisky chocolates. :-)
Friday, April 10, 2009
the thing that shields reality
Beauty Pageants. This often gives me the image of an anorexic woman strutting about on a ramp scantily clad in a custom-made outfit tailored to give the illusion of curves and to obscure the prominent bones jutting from the body, on impossibly high stilletoes, hair perfectly coiffed and that simpering lip-sticked smile revealing artificially whitened teeth.
The extent women go to, to achieve certain standards of beauty is as disgusting as the concept of a woman strutting on a ramp, without an air of modesty, declaring that she will be instrumental in bringing about world-peace. I mean, who are we kidding?
In this male-dominant world, where women are still viewed as sex-symbols, and where the concept of a woman holding authority is still a tad too bitter to digest (for the MCPs, especially), the last thing we need at the moment is a beauty pageant, to just prove to the world that women are what they are construed to be. Airheads. Who go about proclaiming themselves to be pioneers of world-peace and proponents of charity. While all they have been doing is sitting in salons and shaping their lips, or trying to lose the non-existent flab from their bodies, to achieve the latest fad of the size-zero, alias, 'the skeleton physique'. More bones on display. The bonier, the sexier. It's amazing that these women don't shrivel up into nothingness.
Anyway, the Miss.India pageant recently held was no different from the other pageants. All the glitz, glamour and the usual flamboyance. The girls seemed skinnier, dumber and more plastic than ever (it was hard to decipher their expression because of the layers of gunk on their face). Even Barbie dolls seem to look more expressive.
And a pageant is just the last thing we need at the moment, when the world is in crisis, when the WTO is in a conundrum, when the economy is reeling in recession (the amount of money spent on reshaping the lips of ONE model could definitely feed a handful of malnourished children for one whole year!), when terrorism is on a high, when the President of Sudan has been arrested for genocide, when poverty continues to prevail, and when people in Somalia devour live rats to ward off hunger.
In the middle of this, we have a beauty pageant. And a hundred crores are spent to decide who is going to be the new 'Self-proclaimed plastic-faced, scantily-clad, body-displaying anorexic pioneer of world peace for the year.'
Hail, beauty pageants, hail.
The extent women go to, to achieve certain standards of beauty is as disgusting as the concept of a woman strutting on a ramp, without an air of modesty, declaring that she will be instrumental in bringing about world-peace. I mean, who are we kidding?
In this male-dominant world, where women are still viewed as sex-symbols, and where the concept of a woman holding authority is still a tad too bitter to digest (for the MCPs, especially), the last thing we need at the moment is a beauty pageant, to just prove to the world that women are what they are construed to be. Airheads. Who go about proclaiming themselves to be pioneers of world-peace and proponents of charity. While all they have been doing is sitting in salons and shaping their lips, or trying to lose the non-existent flab from their bodies, to achieve the latest fad of the size-zero, alias, 'the skeleton physique'. More bones on display. The bonier, the sexier. It's amazing that these women don't shrivel up into nothingness.
Anyway, the Miss.India pageant recently held was no different from the other pageants. All the glitz, glamour and the usual flamboyance. The girls seemed skinnier, dumber and more plastic than ever (it was hard to decipher their expression because of the layers of gunk on their face). Even Barbie dolls seem to look more expressive.
And a pageant is just the last thing we need at the moment, when the world is in crisis, when the WTO is in a conundrum, when the economy is reeling in recession (the amount of money spent on reshaping the lips of ONE model could definitely feed a handful of malnourished children for one whole year!), when terrorism is on a high, when the President of Sudan has been arrested for genocide, when poverty continues to prevail, and when people in Somalia devour live rats to ward off hunger.
In the middle of this, we have a beauty pageant. And a hundred crores are spent to decide who is going to be the new 'Self-proclaimed plastic-faced, scantily-clad, body-displaying anorexic pioneer of world peace for the year.'
Hail, beauty pageants, hail.
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