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Inside Out

The film 'Inside Out' is indeed fascinating. While turning it over in my head, I just realized the significance of a detail that had never stood out  much, but a significant one, nevertheless.
 Joy, Sadness, Disgust, Fear, Anger are distinct 'personalities' in a child's mind- throwing their weight about, strutting their authority, and well, almost always disagreeable. Frisky and frolicking Joy and moaning and gloomy Sadness, do not share a single trait, except that both care for the well-being of the girl they belong to. The less dominant figures- Anger, Fear and Disgust- are willing to comply with Joy's policies, but at the cost of a simmering helplessness that they cannot contain! And so, it becomes a Jekyll and Hyde situation. 
  However, when we are given the opportunity to peep into Mother and Father, even though it might be for a few split seconds, we meet a team that's settled on a couple of things. Life may not prove to be exciting, but it sure is stable! Recall the feminist crew of nine backing Mother's decisions, and well, how much they resemble a sordid, doll-like world. Retrace to Father's team of care-free nine, who are unshaken, like firm, wooden figurines. Surprising, isn't it?
 Now think of the scene that ensues after the tiff at the dining table. Father consoles his daughter in the best way possible. That goes to show that the wooden figurines are indeed quite flexible. They're just, very alike. 
 We can come to a splendid conclusion from this observation. While growing up, we are facing this change in the bent of our minds. You can tell it's a hard one to face from the sharp contrast! However, it's all for the better. 

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