Once there was a boy named ‘XYZ’ who happens to be the son of an Indian movie superstar. He’s brought up in the midst of movies and movie people. Shoots, Stars and Fans have been a part of his life since the very beginning. On his 21st birthday he takes his parent’s blessings and goes out to meet his friends in his new Bentley, Mercedes or BMW which his dad had bought him as a birthday present. He parties hard all night and comes home early next morning almost unconscious and crashes on his super fluffy million dollar bed. He gets up some time in the afternoon and realises that his life needs some new excitement. So, he goes to his dad and asks him “Dad I wanna be a movie star”. Dad says yes and yet another ‘Party Boy’/’Star Kid’ makes a roaring debut to the Indian movie screen.
What about thousands of other aspirants who are better at almost everything compared to these XYZs.
Who cares if the movie industry goes into ruins? After all it is just a place of commerce and nothing more to these parasites. It is much more important to preserve the legacy of actors who have died or about to die in a few more years. Our sentiments and caste fanaticism are the real issues to be addressed rather than the quality of the world’s most loved art form.
I’m not targeting Naga Chaitanya alone here. It is the system that needs a quality launder (especially the Telugu Filmdom).