The cinema industry is a heavily schizophrenic one. On one side we bend over backwards to celebrate our heroes though in real life they are rash drivers, drug addicts and serial womanisers. On the other the heroine is always looked as an object of desire, a spark that ignites a thousand fantasies.
The price that actresses pay, the casting couch, the sacrifice of privacy, the roving eyes and a crazy media that scrutinises every action. Eager asses that focus on cleavage rather than actual news. The tough ask of maintaining an hourglass figure, restrictions on diet, a 100 other things, what is the price of stardom.
Many actresses succumbed to pressure.
Silk Smitha who committed suicide,
Meena Kumari who died of a broken heart,
Madhubala who was chased by so many stars but died a bitter death.
The problems faced by National Award winner Shweta Basu
The list is long.
This post is a dedication to all those ladies who struggle and still create a meaningful life.
Amala Akinneni who supports the Blue Cross and helps in animal safety awareness.
Revathi and Rohini who work for health awareness in women.
I would like to salute these and many other stars who do a lot of good and noble acts but do not seek media exposure.