A good movie makes my day. I love to watch movies that are realistic and leave me with something to think about. Be it a documentary on aircrafts or biography of a legend, I prefer something that is informative and gives me an eye opening experience.
One such documentary that I encountered last semester was "The Day my God Died." The movie was shown in wisconsin during the annual Amnesty International conference. It depicted the trafificking of women and girls as young as 6 years old who were taken from Nepal and sold to the brothels of India.
The documentary wasn't graphic in content or language. Yet it was unbearable to watch. When the young girls spoke about what they went through in the brothel, there was not a single dry eye in the room.
At our age, we look forward to life and think about our future.
For these girls, most of them who had AIDS, have nothing to look forward to. They know they're out of the hell but living in a society that stigmatizes the profession and ostracizes these women is like entering another hell.
The documentary is a compilation of their painful stories.
It made me realise how fortunate I am to be able to live the life I am leading. At the same time, it was a matter of shame because I know in my heart that despite what goes around us, we are too busy to give a helping hand to these women and children.
