Malana Cream

 

Feminism is still a misunderstood concept; many think it ends at sexual freedom for women. There are uncomfortable issues however – little girls need much more to aspire to than being an Item girl or a Cinderella or a Daddy’s girl, men need not veer towards beards and over-sized vehicles and shoes to compensate for the intimidation, and chivalry need not be the biggest casualty of uber-feminism. But the entire debate has gone underground. Malana Cream is a brilliant street narrative that attempts to create a dialogue between chauvinism and feminism through a metaphorical voyage, as well as a physical one.

Cruising on his motorcycle on the great Himalayan road along the Dhauladhar Range to Parvati Valley, chauvinist Ranveer Singh discovers liberalism at the hands of Rito, a third-wave feminist backpacker, as they ride to attend a cultural festival called Malana Cream, named after the high grade, exotic marijuana found in the valley.

The result is two enthralling journeys – an external travelogue about the Himalayas, spirituality, hippies, backpacking, while the other, an internal dialogue about individual choice.