Man has always been tempted by the forbidden fruit. We can conveniently blame Lucifer for enticing Eve with it back then, but the fact is that curiosity, hunger for thrill and adventure or the sweet craving of disobedience is what really makes the forbidden fruit all the more alluring.
Is our inclination towards artists across the border an example of it? Why are we so bent on making them act, croon, write or create music for us when we have an ocean of untapped talent and potential in our own country?
If it is about variety then Pakistan isn’t our only neighbour. Why not give people from Bhutan, Bangladesh or Myanmar an opportunity too? They certainly have a lot to offer in terms of good-looking actors or soulful singers, I believe. North-east hasn’t been explored, ever.
Investing crores of rupees in them and then using it as an excuse to garner support from our own countrymen seems like a tardy business decision. They come to India for the dizzying popularity and unbelievable moolah involved. On home turf, they probably don’t amount to much.
Our movies have an appeal worldwide. Why don’t our filmmakers decide and use this medium to make an unambiguous point that our soldiers spend and sacrifice their lives making? We can’t offer them a red carpet welcome when they shoot, burn and bombard us covertly.