7:00pm|DOC FILM|My Sacred Glass Bowl (Hindi/English/2014/26mins) Dir.Priya Thuvassery The "very first time" is often accorded a larger than life proportion on many fronts; and a woman's sexual experience is no exception. My Sacred Glass Bowl looks at the concept of virginity as it is perceived by contrasting communities, from the vantage point of the filmmaker, sandwiched between two mothers bringing up their daughters in contemporary times. Virginity is premarital chastity and lies within the power equations with regard to men, like the expected post marital chastity and fidelity. The film is a document of how women made their sexual choices in the generation that just passed by. Followed by Shame Was A Place Inside (English/2014/10mins) Dir.Priyanka Chhabra So you thought you were free, liberated,
Free of fear of the other and the self? A moving train through the city. Reflections, windows and cars, carrying voices of people contemplating the nature of shame. Just how far deep and where does the emotion of shame reside? Does it lie in the landscape that unglamorously sprouts between my lips and my nose? Or maybe in the dark shadows below my stomach and between my legs? Collab: PSBT
7:00pm|DOC FILM|My Sacred Glass Bowl (Hindi/English/2014/26mins) Dir.Priya Thuvassery The
"very first time" is often accorded a larger than life proportion on
many fronts; and a woman's sexual experience is no exception. My Sacred Glass Bowl looks
at the concept of virginity as it is perceived by contrasting
communities, from the vantage point of the filmmaker, sandwiched between
two mothers bringing up their daughters in contemporary times.
Virginity is premarital chastity and lies within the power equations
with regard to men, like the expected post marital chastity and
fidelity. The film is a document of how women made their sexual choices
in the generation that just passed by. Followed by Shame Was A Place Inside (English/2014/10mins) Dir.Priyanka Chhabra So you thought you were free, liberated,
Free of fear of the other and the self? A moving train through the
city. Reflections, windows and cars, carrying voices of people
contemplating the nature of shame. Just how far deep and where does the
emotion of shame reside? Does it lie in the landscape that unglamorously
sprouts between my lips and my nose? Or maybe in the dark shadows below
my stomach and between my legs? Collab: PSBT
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