Within our polished and distinguished lives, we have a forbidden segment that society does not want to talk about. In fact, the forbidden subjects find a reclusive and repellent way of surviving in a society that’s made with rules and for people, who follow such rules. It is desirable and despised in the same breath, surprisingly.
Perhaps, one of the oldest surviving creatures on earth, the ‘Forbidden’ principles are looked through the eyes of the one who is willing to surpass boundaries, transcend cultures, experiment with truth.
There are few gems which make a foray in to the vicinity of the ‘Forbidden’, and dare to explore the cliche. What comes out is disturbing, powerful and staggering.
I want you to watch them, if you have the balls to do so.
A sexually abused 13 year old, who later confesses that it wasn’t really abuse in the first place. But, will a 13 year old understand if she is being abused in the first place is the million dollar question.
Unless, she feels uncomfortable about it, or feels that it isn’t the usual way of cuddling a 13 year old, then she can back off or resist.
It is a story of a dysfunctional individuals, thanks to early exposure to adultery.
Confronting the man responsible for taking advantage of her naive position opens up the pandora’s box to indulge some gross sexual conversations and the sinister intentions of man behind relationships.
Can it be called Love? Or is just, merely, lust and physical atonement?
Thousand questions, unknown answers and millions of eyebrows remain raised.
How many of us lend our hand of support to bisexual relationships?
I don’t even know if we do find ourselves acquainted with any other relationship status codes except the usual, conventional, and of course, traditional. – Being straight.
I think we still live in a world were norms are not regulated neither organised. Worst, there are double standards and hypocrisy in the decision of right or wrong.
Yes, I like straight people do but I have nothing against ‘otherwise’ folks.
I think every girl has this sublime right to decide if she wants to get married or not. Even better, she chooses man or woman. I think is the theory of naturals, more than being unconventional or ridiculously shameful.
Is it a sin if a girl falls in love with another girl? Yes, the mundane answer is ‘Yes. But is it something that you and me get to decide, is the more perceivable question.
Yes the seriousness and authentic of the relationships in itself can be questioned but the basis of judgement and interrogation should not be upon the gender of 2 individuals.
All kinds of people live and have the right to choose their partners.
It’s a free universe, remember? Straight, Bi, Hetero or Homo, you have every right to live and love, that is, the way you want it to be. The aesthetics must be in the right place.
The Art Of Loving/Masters of Sex
People have sex but a thesis on sex? Sounds ridiculous, isn’t it?
But, on the hindsight, why not?
Some of the most intimate, desirable and churning moments in a man/woman’s life comes out of sex.
Then, why not explore the core of human sexuality, understand devious emotion under the skin of pleasure?
Well, both these stories and their real time protagonists exactly did that, obviously amidst, massive criticism and hypocrisy.
Curatively inspired by true incidents, it’s woven with interesting and murderous characters that will often sweep you off the floor, for sheer audacity and conviction.
They did not go down in history as the most influential, but neither did they go unnoticed.
I would say, Bravo!
Some of the best moments in Deepa Mehta’s trilogy comes out from this movie. A subtle and powerful story of 2 women falling for each other in an environment woven with hatred, chauvinism and lust is recipe for some scintillating moments.
Indeed, Fire delivers, though controversially and effectively.
In a society where women are expected to be submissive and clouded, ‘Fire’ oozes fire, conflicting with boorish men and their quest to kill feminism through turmoil and circumstantial jinx.
No wonder, it took Box Office by a storm and ravaged through reluctant screens.
Set in the background of World War II, it is an unusual love story of an elderly woman with young lad. Something which starts off with oodles of lust and physical attraction, it develops in to a more substantial relationship that looks a like having no future. Love.
As much as it’s forbidden today, way back then, such relationships would be placed under buckets like ‘Sin’ and ‘Malicious’.
It is inauspicious story for auspicious reasons. Again, its love. The boy isn’t in frame of mind to understand why this is wrong and the older woman is so devoid of relationships in her life that falling in love with a young lad who could be the age of his son doesn’t stop her from continuing the passionate relationship with him.
Yes, war brings them together and war separates them. Obviously, such relationships need not understand the complexity of other precarious matters like caste, community and religion. When the clock turns, time sways away.
So did they, but the the relationship never made a dent in their hearts. In contrast, it only led them to understand that all that goes around comes back one day.