Breaking stereotype....and The art of living....
Last blog was kind of analytical explanation on recent Biographies and today one of the author left for heavenly abode.
Kalpana Lajmi is no more!!End is inevitable for everyone ,but her roller coaster ride pushes me to some mental marathon and scribble few narratives...
A lover and companion who have literally stood by her lover throughout ended up with a heavy note of pathetic dilemma and disatisfaction !!Her bottled up emotion needed some air so was the book before she bid adieu!!
We all have dilemmas but we have our life choices to get out of it too.
Shall i in any condition and circumstances would prefer to play a coy second fiddle in any mans life??
No!!
Never!!
These should have and would have words are alien to the dictionary of love but the pathos draw out few probable and query..
Should any lover continue to act selfless still rub his or her shoulder with the one who have not hold an iota of respect for someone or totally clueless about that persons creative work and aspirations.??
Should i not utter any words of displeasure to my beloved who would made me feel enough a body but not a mind!!
Do i dream of a companion for whom i am just a fancy in his free time and conveninence.??
These stereotype are obsolate nowadays!!!
Womenfolks have practiced the drama of sati.sabitris too long!!!
I respect myself enough to not fall in such easy trap of facade no matter what ..even if i fall by mistake i will rise and deny..but few Kalpanas choose the glory of eternal love over selfassertation ended up goofing up with life later..Irony.!!I pray for her muksha!!
But again its all about choices...Personal choice!!
Frankly speaking I do have strong beliefs and i detaste the theory of sacrifices and game of hide and seek..
":If you sacrifice something ,you do it for your happiness not to regret later..
I had to cancel a mighty scholarship of a mighty University abroad for i preferred being a dotting mom than working my ass off missing her every moment of my life..Decade later the universe gifted me a prestigious Rotary scholarship abroad and only then i shared my story with pride to my daughter!!
And the urge of utter discreetness in any important relationship reflect the amount of guilty feelings one carry along with that relationship.Because I have not grown up in any stereotyped atmostphere or because i have seen hypocrisy to its ultimate height..I, in my teens instantly loved Amrita Pritam and her..Rasidi Ticket..for being the first ever celebrated live in couple with younger Imroj in the seventies..
Love has to be a two way traffic..Love has to be romantic..Love has to be mutual respect..growth..elixir of life...love has to be madness too...
.Your life is not just an array of events..you are the master who can grow and learn faster from your mistakes or the mistake of others, edit your emotion as life holds a potential meaning under any conditions even the most miserable one....
The art of living is the art of self awarness about what kind of lifes pattern make you happy ,complete and how rigid are you in holding this with your values and principles..
Lot of people talk tall about breaking stereotype but few actually has the courage to do it as it demand and require utmost honesty strength and integrity to do it..Breaking stereotype is not a childs play..
Havenot you all seen how puritans and ageist made fun of Priyanka Nick Jonas for not adhering to old school standard of age for engagement or marriage??or Milind..Ankitas marriage?? Half of Bollywood actresses got married to already married men...but the other way round is rare !!!
Few people actually think dirty everything about women.Majority Indians are yet ready to offer respect to singleparenthood..specially single mothers,divorces,widows,spinsters...
Decades back I as a model and actor ventured into the a totally nonstereotype field..dared doing bold dresss bold characters on stage and movies in my home state Assam..majority trapped me in preconceived images..Stepping out of an abusive marriage fueled the image.!!
Today things are better..but even then majority dwell in brittle ego with medieval mindset.Majority nurture their mind about women as just commodity..
In 1976 a 14 years Romanian girl Nadia Elena.Comaneci became the first woman to score a perfect ten in a Olympic gymnastics.
later my Papa gifted me her Biography to make me understand how tough is to break stereotype.and victory is not a cakewalk.
In my homestate Assam it is Chandraprabha saikiani whove ignited womenfolk to break the barricade reserved for manfolk in Literary Festivel of Nowgoan..
Life is not kind to everyone..!!few choose destiny and destiny chooses few!!
.Uncountable number of good people doing goodworks witout following any pattern and greed for recognition..I salute them.
Every minute of my living is the blessings of some unknown scientist whov made civilization a compulsive pattern to make humankind look like the mightier creature in the Universe.They have sacrificed their time for our better living in silence!!
I have been to Cambodia to see glimps of horror of genocide..3million people killed without any fault of them.!!!have heard the lectures and works of DC Cam.
Nothing in the world is simple till you adapt
To the art of making it simple..
I have been to the jungle of the forest man Jadav Payeng whov dared to build an oasis for the needy trees and creature..
My last book...Mur priyo Puruxbur aru Itydi means ..The men i adore . raised many eyebrows!!
Plurality in women shocks puritan thought!!!But the fact is life demands plurality of experience...From your father to brother to your gangboys to your lover husband ..there are men whom you adore..In a patriarchy set up men flaunt their relations and still not judged but if a woman does she will be defined by names!!
Not that the word...freedom and love necessarily meant only sexual adventures for new age women....Not that single by choice women are just fancy treat or divorces are easy lays.
The world beyond those stereotyped mindset is the world i dream about...
I consciously named my book to break the stereotype and hypocricy ...Let it reach to handful but it will serve my purpose of breaking stereotype and encourage readers to venture out for true narratives without hesitation.
My Novel on homosexual also raised eyebrows and doubt on my integrity..
Does good always begate good?? If so why have Two gifted soul Nilotpal and Abhijit were lynched to death??
Life will be more of a gift if we identify our own monster..
.The art of living is the art of showing respect with love.Everybody deserve respect!!
The real art of living is to live in truth and grace...
The only thing left for a good living is the choice....
We have the freedom of choices..
The choice for right people around you who connect to you without any vested interest and way concerned for your wellbeing..Respect you as individual.
The choice for right path that help you to serve humanity
The choice for right words that boost you up when you are gloomy..
The choice for right kind of friends who are there in need.
The choice for right craft that teaches you not to discriminate and hate.
The choice for right Movie or the right book that help you to grow.
The choice for being foolishly passionate and not regret about that..
The choice for being incurably romantic or whatever...
The choice for silence..goodness..bliss..
When I am a bit gloomy and hurt i recite what my Papa used to recite for me to make me smile...
Two prisoners looked through the prisons bar...
One saw the mud and other the sky....
The baggage of mine of not having Papa and maa around is already refilled by my baby who understands my language ..There are worthy friends and readers around who value my craft..
There will never be any dearth of people for anyone who sense your innate goodness and humility and cherish you with pride and glory!!!You need them because at the end of a tiring day you will not love to hold your trophies but some sweet dreams ..memories and realities that reasure ..ensure your existence to put you to slumber to see another beautiful sunrise!!
Kalpana Lajmi is no more!!End is inevitable for everyone ,but her roller coaster ride pushes me to some mental marathon and scribble few narratives...
A lover and companion who have literally stood by her lover throughout ended up with a heavy note of pathetic dilemma and disatisfaction !!Her bottled up emotion needed some air so was the book before she bid adieu!!
We all have dilemmas but we have our life choices to get out of it too.
Shall i in any condition and circumstances would prefer to play a coy second fiddle in any mans life??
No!!
Never!!
These should have and would have words are alien to the dictionary of love but the pathos draw out few probable and query..
Should any lover continue to act selfless still rub his or her shoulder with the one who have not hold an iota of respect for someone or totally clueless about that persons creative work and aspirations.??
Should i not utter any words of displeasure to my beloved who would made me feel enough a body but not a mind!!
Do i dream of a companion for whom i am just a fancy in his free time and conveninence.??
These stereotype are obsolate nowadays!!!
Womenfolks have practiced the drama of sati.sabitris too long!!!
I respect myself enough to not fall in such easy trap of facade no matter what ..even if i fall by mistake i will rise and deny..but few Kalpanas choose the glory of eternal love over selfassertation ended up goofing up with life later..Irony.!!I pray for her muksha!!
But again its all about choices...Personal choice!!
Frankly speaking I do have strong beliefs and i detaste the theory of sacrifices and game of hide and seek..
":If you sacrifice something ,you do it for your happiness not to regret later..
I had to cancel a mighty scholarship of a mighty University abroad for i preferred being a dotting mom than working my ass off missing her every moment of my life..Decade later the universe gifted me a prestigious Rotary scholarship abroad and only then i shared my story with pride to my daughter!!
And the urge of utter discreetness in any important relationship reflect the amount of guilty feelings one carry along with that relationship.Because I have not grown up in any stereotyped atmostphere or because i have seen hypocrisy to its ultimate height..I, in my teens instantly loved Amrita Pritam and her..Rasidi Ticket..for being the first ever celebrated live in couple with younger Imroj in the seventies..
Love has to be a two way traffic..Love has to be romantic..Love has to be mutual respect..growth..elixir of life...love has to be madness too...
.Your life is not just an array of events..you are the master who can grow and learn faster from your mistakes or the mistake of others, edit your emotion as life holds a potential meaning under any conditions even the most miserable one....
The art of living is the art of self awarness about what kind of lifes pattern make you happy ,complete and how rigid are you in holding this with your values and principles..
Lot of people talk tall about breaking stereotype but few actually has the courage to do it as it demand and require utmost honesty strength and integrity to do it..Breaking stereotype is not a childs play..
Havenot you all seen how puritans and ageist made fun of Priyanka Nick Jonas for not adhering to old school standard of age for engagement or marriage??or Milind..Ankitas marriage?? Half of Bollywood actresses got married to already married men...but the other way round is rare !!!
Few people actually think dirty everything about women.Majority Indians are yet ready to offer respect to singleparenthood..specially single mothers,divorces,widows,spinsters...
Decades back I as a model and actor ventured into the a totally nonstereotype field..dared doing bold dresss bold characters on stage and movies in my home state Assam..majority trapped me in preconceived images..Stepping out of an abusive marriage fueled the image.!!
Today things are better..but even then majority dwell in brittle ego with medieval mindset.Majority nurture their mind about women as just commodity..
In 1976 a 14 years Romanian girl Nadia Elena.Comaneci became the first woman to score a perfect ten in a Olympic gymnastics.
later my Papa gifted me her Biography to make me understand how tough is to break stereotype.and victory is not a cakewalk.
In my homestate Assam it is Chandraprabha saikiani whove ignited womenfolk to break the barricade reserved for manfolk in Literary Festivel of Nowgoan..
Life is not kind to everyone..!!few choose destiny and destiny chooses few!!
.Uncountable number of good people doing goodworks witout following any pattern and greed for recognition..I salute them.
Every minute of my living is the blessings of some unknown scientist whov made civilization a compulsive pattern to make humankind look like the mightier creature in the Universe.They have sacrificed their time for our better living in silence!!
I have been to Cambodia to see glimps of horror of genocide..3million people killed without any fault of them.!!!have heard the lectures and works of DC Cam.
Nothing in the world is simple till you adapt
To the art of making it simple..
I have been to the jungle of the forest man Jadav Payeng whov dared to build an oasis for the needy trees and creature..
My last book...Mur priyo Puruxbur aru Itydi means ..The men i adore . raised many eyebrows!!
Plurality in women shocks puritan thought!!!But the fact is life demands plurality of experience...From your father to brother to your gangboys to your lover husband ..there are men whom you adore..In a patriarchy set up men flaunt their relations and still not judged but if a woman does she will be defined by names!!
Not that the word...freedom and love necessarily meant only sexual adventures for new age women....Not that single by choice women are just fancy treat or divorces are easy lays.
The world beyond those stereotyped mindset is the world i dream about...
I consciously named my book to break the stereotype and hypocricy ...Let it reach to handful but it will serve my purpose of breaking stereotype and encourage readers to venture out for true narratives without hesitation.
My Novel on homosexual also raised eyebrows and doubt on my integrity..
Does good always begate good?? If so why have Two gifted soul Nilotpal and Abhijit were lynched to death??
Life will be more of a gift if we identify our own monster..
.The art of living is the art of showing respect with love.Everybody deserve respect!!
The real art of living is to live in truth and grace...
The only thing left for a good living is the choice....
We have the freedom of choices..
The choice for right people around you who connect to you without any vested interest and way concerned for your wellbeing..Respect you as individual.
The choice for right path that help you to serve humanity
The choice for right words that boost you up when you are gloomy..
The choice for right kind of friends who are there in need.
The choice for right craft that teaches you not to discriminate and hate.
The choice for right Movie or the right book that help you to grow.
The choice for being foolishly passionate and not regret about that..
The choice for being incurably romantic or whatever...
The choice for silence..goodness..bliss..
When I am a bit gloomy and hurt i recite what my Papa used to recite for me to make me smile...
Two prisoners looked through the prisons bar...
One saw the mud and other the sky....
The baggage of mine of not having Papa and maa around is already refilled by my baby who understands my language ..There are worthy friends and readers around who value my craft..
There will never be any dearth of people for anyone who sense your innate goodness and humility and cherish you with pride and glory!!!You need them because at the end of a tiring day you will not love to hold your trophies but some sweet dreams ..memories and realities that reasure ..ensure your existence to put you to slumber to see another beautiful sunrise!!
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