Why I admire Bollywood actress Kangana Ranaut? It is more than she being an excellent actor. The reason I admire her, for she has taken the feudal, dynastic, hypocricy and nepotism laden Bull called Bollywood by horn. Her guts and raw courage puts her above the rest.
Most of these Mumbai based actors are slaves of the ever pervading, obnoxious Underworld. When the DADAs (Bosses) desire them to bend, they crawl. More than a decade ago, it took Preeti Zinta, a brave Rajput girl to speak out a thing or two against this mafia menace when our Macho, Muscled but MAICHIA (effeminate) heroes were ever ready to lick the balls of their BHAIs (Mafia Bosses).
Post independence, many actors and actresses came to Bombay from far and wide in order to try their luck in tinsel town, to carve a niche on their own. Many like Balraj Sahni, the Kapoors, Chetan & Dev Anand, Dillip Kumar came from Pakistan. Some gifted actors like Sanjeev Kumar arrived with modest means to hit the jackpot by sheer talent and hard work.
But in 1980s and 90s, many of them foresaw another jackpot in promoting their off springs. Dharmendra made sure his children from both wives delve into film industry. His son Sunny Deol was at best average, the other boy Bobby Deol tried to be the both action and romantic hero and failed playing both. His two daughters born much later to his 2nd wife, a well known actress named Hema Malini had mostly forgettable careers.
Soon the star kids started regarding Bollywood as their BOPA ZAMIDARI (The Feudal adode of their Father). Many were simply spoilt brats, misogynists to core. They won't be on the stage today without the backing and blessings of their celebrity Godfathers (in some cases Godmothers and Godparents).
When asked who their favorite actors are, they take the names of their dad or mom (in some cases both) and / or many prominent Hollywood stars. (No wonder the name Bollywood has been cloned from Hollywood, it is a fetish in Bombay movie industry to ape anything and everything Hollywood). Rarely they adore anyone from their own fraternity - as they reek of jealousy and internecine rivalry.
Such insecure men constipated by tons of ego, unable to dump it, surreptitiously protect their turf - eventually making a mockery and ass of themselves. When Kangana Ranaut protested of their misdemeanors and misadventures, many including the likes of Hirthrik Roshan went berserk, venting out silly in front of the ever bitching media.
These effeminate heros can sleep with 100 girls to prove themselve as macho and boast about it. But if an actress sleeps around, she is branded a slut. The depth of our hypocrisy is difficult to fathom. Bollywood which loves to echo Hollywood, doesn't do the same as far as women lib goes.
There used to be a saying in my College - MUCHHE WOHI RAKHTE HAIN JIN KE APNI MARDANGI PER SHAQ HOTA HAI (Moustaches are kept by those who have doubts on their virility). Shaq or Shock, these AAMIR BAAP KE BIGDE HUE AULAADs (The spoilt brats of influential dads) badly needed to be taught a lesson.
I am glad, finally an woman of calibre, i.e. Kangana has busted the impregnable male bastion, manly enough to have the audacity to take on the recalcitrant eunuchs, exposing their ugly underbelly - their manhood or rather the lack of it. Hats Off to you girl for being the harbinger of much required change to status quo.
Most of these Mumbai based actors are slaves of the ever pervading, obnoxious Underworld. When the DADAs (Bosses) desire them to bend, they crawl. More than a decade ago, it took Preeti Zinta, a brave Rajput girl to speak out a thing or two against this mafia menace when our Macho, Muscled but MAICHIA (effeminate) heroes were ever ready to lick the balls of their BHAIs (Mafia Bosses).
Post independence, many actors and actresses came to Bombay from far and wide in order to try their luck in tinsel town, to carve a niche on their own. Many like Balraj Sahni, the Kapoors, Chetan & Dev Anand, Dillip Kumar came from Pakistan. Some gifted actors like Sanjeev Kumar arrived with modest means to hit the jackpot by sheer talent and hard work.
But in 1980s and 90s, many of them foresaw another jackpot in promoting their off springs. Dharmendra made sure his children from both wives delve into film industry. His son Sunny Deol was at best average, the other boy Bobby Deol tried to be the both action and romantic hero and failed playing both. His two daughters born much later to his 2nd wife, a well known actress named Hema Malini had mostly forgettable careers.
Soon the star kids started regarding Bollywood as their BOPA ZAMIDARI (The Feudal adode of their Father). Many were simply spoilt brats, misogynists to core. They won't be on the stage today without the backing and blessings of their celebrity Godfathers (in some cases Godmothers and Godparents).
When asked who their favorite actors are, they take the names of their dad or mom (in some cases both) and / or many prominent Hollywood stars. (No wonder the name Bollywood has been cloned from Hollywood, it is a fetish in Bombay movie industry to ape anything and everything Hollywood). Rarely they adore anyone from their own fraternity - as they reek of jealousy and internecine rivalry.
Such insecure men constipated by tons of ego, unable to dump it, surreptitiously protect their turf - eventually making a mockery and ass of themselves. When Kangana Ranaut protested of their misdemeanors and misadventures, many including the likes of Hirthrik Roshan went berserk, venting out silly in front of the ever bitching media.
These effeminate heros can sleep with 100 girls to prove themselve as macho and boast about it. But if an actress sleeps around, she is branded a slut. The depth of our hypocrisy is difficult to fathom. Bollywood which loves to echo Hollywood, doesn't do the same as far as women lib goes.
There used to be a saying in my College - MUCHHE WOHI RAKHTE HAIN JIN KE APNI MARDANGI PER SHAQ HOTA HAI (Moustaches are kept by those who have doubts on their virility). Shaq or Shock, these AAMIR BAAP KE BIGDE HUE AULAADs (The spoilt brats of influential dads) badly needed to be taught a lesson.
I am glad, finally an woman of calibre, i.e. Kangana has busted the impregnable male bastion, manly enough to have the audacity to take on the recalcitrant eunuchs, exposing their ugly underbelly - their manhood or rather the lack of it. Hats Off to you girl for being the harbinger of much required change to status quo.
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