In the wake of Sridevi’s death and how people started talking about the beauty-consciousness of the legendary actress, some senior heroines are questioning as to why people won’t let actresses live like any other female out there.
A couple of days ago, she took to her official social media account to share her inner feelings. Amala pointed out everything from the tired look on the face to shadows under eyes, out of proportion figure to uncoloured hair, she spoke about every single aspect that people will talk about once a heroine starts ignoring them after she ages. She confirms that with age all these things go away, and people should learn that and accept that.
At the same time, she also spoke about how even aged actresses are getting pulled into TRP wars like the way we have seen Sridevi’s Mom getting lashed out by some critics for not collecting well at box office. Though she didn’t take any examples and names, Amala’s intention is pretty clear. She wants people to learn the art of giving respect to others and their feelings.
The text of her full letter here:
Will you let me age gracefully without needing to comment on how tired I look or the weight I have gained?
The shadows under my eyes are from reading glass lines and freckles change to age spots everyday.
Will you let me dress without feeling low self esteem that I am not size zero anymore, nor that I wear the season’s couture?
A washed handloom engulfs me providing market to the looms, comfortably accommodating menopause.
Will you let me stop colouring my hair, let me wear it short, without referring to my long tresses in Pushpak, at 19?
The bad hair days get captured, not the wisdom I carry, and that’s demoralizing. Surely cameras can show the depth of a person and not just the surface?
Will you let me discuss meaningful things without interrupting the flow with questions on how I cook or what the season’s latest gossip demands?
My inner being thrives on accomplishing things that make a difference, things I seek to complete before my physical form is put to rest.
Will you let me walk through my day with peace and calm without the endless messages to attend events teeming with emptiness?
I need to complete life’s mission, but I can’t if my head spins in endless carousels, important to you, no doubt.
Will you free me of the box office madness, the TRP wars, Page 3, the likes, the comments, the traps that menacingly surround everything we do?
You have caught me in a time warp, a cage of fame, while my spirit is free.
Allow me a life, some privacy, to engage with humanity and the universe, with purpose, truth, compassion and some respect for those now gone.
Amala Akkineni.
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