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Loving you…..

Loving you means the world to me. I love you because loving you makes me happy and complete. Love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person and I feel the same for you. Love is about trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, and I never felt more secured when with you. I love you for the moments you gave me. I love you for all the yesterdays memories, today’s love and tomorrows dreams. I Love you with the breath, the smiles and the tears of all my life. I want to let you know that if enduring pain, braving shame, despising one’s self for the sake of affection and accepting misery without question is the definition of love – then, I LOVE YOU to death.” Love is what you mean to me and you mean everything. The fact that you are the first person I’ve ever loved and the first person who ever truly loved me makes you indispensable in my life. The amazing way you always seem to be able to read my mind and you bring out the best in me. We can talk about everything or nothing–it’s always okay with you. I can feel your love, in the warmth of your touch, ’cause it touches my heart and soul. I just can’t imagine being me without you. Just a smile…and I lose my heart all over again. You have given meaning to my existence..You are the only one who can make me smile even in my deepest sorrows. I respect the faith you have in me and the faith I have, that you are by my side no matter what. You are far or near, your thoughts linger around me like the warmth of summer time. I love the fact that you love me for what I am. And did I tell you loving you is the best thing ever happened to me ??  Happy Valentines day dear !!!

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Love is Magic

Falling in love is probably the most beautiful thing that can happen to anyone. And it goes without saying, lost love is the worst. People fall in love, go desperate, make the impossible possible and even get weird at times. Love can make the ones whole world go upside down. Its an enigma, its divine, its a mystery and above all love is absolute and complete in itself. Well, that’s why I say love is nothing less than sheer magic.

Falling in love with someone doesn’t need reason. Someone  said,” I honestly don’t know why I love, but I love her to death.” Moral qualities of a person of course mean a lot but when we love someone we usually can’t define and give a name to that something special in that person that makes us feel this way. The more you ask yourself, the more you are without an answer. Love is irrational and very seldom bound by reasons. Love is magic. And you need to be in love to feel the same, to see the magic.

Defining love is barely possible. Many people believe that it’s a divine magical power that connects two loving hearts. Some put it as the one and only selfless act on earth and some put as the the most painful emotion. But in each case seeing the other person happy becomes the most important thing in life. One voluntarily gives up a great part of his/her own freedom or desires just the see their love happy. Love is giving by it’s nature. It is very rightly said  “The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.”

Love is not perfect and neither it is bed of roses. And love is not love until it hurts. And trust me love grows more when pain flows in. We all should accept this fact that love happens between two human beings and not heavenly angels. And to err is human. To stress out a relationship with the weight of expectations is very common. So the mistakes, problems and conflicts in love are obvious, they all come from our human’s nature. But the clear feeling of love is worth all the troubles one has to walk through to gain it. There is no perfect art of loving. It’s always a road laid with compromises, everyday battle – not with the one you love, but with yourself. That’s how love makes us better. And no matter what, the magical power of love have all the qualities to overcome any difficulty in life. All you have to feel is the strength of this emotion and the fact that you are not alone in this world.

So all you guys out there who have not yet experienced this magic, go and find the one who will cast this magic spell on your life. And for all those who are swinging deep in love….Wish you all a very happy valentines day !!!

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..I was asked by a friend of mine recently…what is my favourite poem, after she read Kamal Das… and I.  Here it is, my all time favourite  poem by Robert Browning !!!

A Woman’s Last Word !!!

I. Let’s contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, —Only sleep!

 II. What so wild as words are? I and thou In debate, as birds are, Hawk on bough!

III. See the creature stalking While we speak! Hush and hide the talking, Cheek on cheek!

IV. What so false as truth is, False to thee? Where the serpent’s tooth is Shun the tree—

V. Where the apple reddens Never pry— Lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

VI. Be a god and hold me With a charm! Be a man and fold me With thine arm!

VII. Teach me, only teach, Love As I ought I will speak thy speech, Love, Think thy thought—

 VIII. Meet, if thou require it, Both demands, Laying flesh and spirit In thy hands.

IX. That shall be to-morrow Not to-night: I must bury sorrow Out of sight:

 X —Must a little weep, Love, (Foolish me!) And so fall asleep, Love, Loved by thee.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-last-word/

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Being a student of English literature, an encounter with Kamala Das’ works was inevitable. I was in the second year of my graduation when I first  read a piece of Kamala Das’ prolific work.  My first impression after reading ” summer in Calcutta” was that of  an awe !!  I was mesmerized by her boldness in terms of expression and her thought which I felt was so profound.  Her poetry had an immediate  impact on me and I could never stop loving Kamala Das thereafter.. My classes got over and we moved on to the next,  …..but somewhere I was still stuck there trying to comprehend what this author was all about and why I felt that her prose and poetry were different from many others I read. I read  “My Story ” and all I realised was Kamala Das spoke about things which are omnipresent in our lives, the basic truths with immense dignity and poise. Thereafter I went on reading her literature and found her enigmatic all through.
Kamala Das was born on March 31, 1934 in Malabar in Kerala. Her love of poetry began at an early age through the influence of her great uncle, Nalapat Narayan Menon,and her mother  Nalapat Balamani Amma. Kamala Das was privately educated until the age of 15 when she was married to K. Madhava Das. Literary works both in English and Malayalam, Kamala Das enjoys a wide readership throughout the world.
When Kamala Das wished to begin writing, she was graciously supported by her husband to augment the family’s income. Because she was a woman, however, she could not do the morning-till-night schedule enjoyed by many others. She would wait until nightfall after her family had gone to sleep and would write until morning: “There was only the kitchen table where I would cut vegetables, and after all the plates and things were cleared, I would sit there and start typing”, she once said.This hectic schedule took its toll upon her health, but she viewed her illness optimistically. It gave her more time at home, and thus, more time to write,  an approach of hers towards life which I deeply admired.
To me,  Kamala Das was someone who had this uncanny honesty  towards her exploration of womanhood and love. In her poem “An Introduction” from Summer in Calcutta,  she says, “I am every Woman who seeks love”. According to her, womanhood involves certain collective experiences throughout her life which makes her omnipotent. Indian women, however, do not discuss these experiences in deference to social mores. She explained,  what is supposedly a taboo in our society , is the first thing which is highly expected of any woman. Along with her expression on woman wood, Kamala Das poignanatly dealt with eroticism and feminism too. She urges woman to give their man ” what make you a women” , a thought which is a clear indication of the fact that she literally broke free from the shackles of the societal norms and emerged as someone bold enough to confront the obvious. Kamala Das ventured into a very restricted territory, but successfully managed to make a point and strike a chord with her readers.She is someone who has  portrayed woman’s love in the most touching manner. Perhaps someone who spoke on behalf of the whole woman fraternity. As puts Shaashi Tharoor, ” Kamala Surayya was a pathbreaker in Indian English writing and translated Indian English. She has left a lasting legacy on literature.”
In December, 1999 Kamala Das converted to Islam sending a whole new message to the world about religion. “The animals of this world did not go into a Christian heaven, a Moslem heaven or a Hindu paradise. They did not claim any God as their own.” Kamala Das. ( http://www.gaia.com/quotes/kamala_das )
Her first English poetry was ‘The Sirens’, published in 1964, followed by Summer In Calcutta. She received many awards and accolades including Asian Poetry Prize, Kent award for English writing from Asian countries, Asan World Prize, Sahitya Academy award and Vayalar award. Her major works include:
The Sirens
Summer In Calcutta
The Descendants
The Old Playhouse And Other Poems
My Story
Alphabet of Lust
The Anamalai Poems
Padmavati The Harlot and Other Stories
Only The Soul Knows How To Sing
Yaa Allah
Pakshiyude Manam
Dayarikkurippukal
Neermathalam Pootha Kalam
Madhavikkuttiyude Unmakkadhakal
On 31st may, 2009 as Kamala Das returned  to rest , I quietly admired her and felt happy about the legacy of  literature she has left behind us.She is someone I would always respect for her take on womanhood and  who has taught me the meaning of love though in a different connotation yet clearly defined….
May her soul rest in peace !!!!

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The Zahir by Paulo Coelho
A beautifully woven story, gorgeously blended with Paulo’s trademark philosophy and spirituality, The Zahir is yet another delightful piece for all those who are trying to find out what love and relationship is all about. A story about an author and his journey for self discovery, The Zahir with its semi autobiographical narration gives the much needed insight to his readers on love and understanding  in the per view of  married life.
The narrator, a best selling author himself is happily married to a war correspondent, Esther, until one day his wife disappears from their Paris home without a word of explanation. The author is at a fix…what went wrong? Was she kidnapped or she ran away with another man or she fled away from her married life? A host of logical and illogical questions begins to linger around him, which not only requires contemplation about the status of their marriage but also his own life.The much needed answers to pacify the unrest in his soul. The author decides to find out his wife and through out the journey is forced to reexamine all the different facets of his life, his profession, love, marriage and infidelity. In this quest of self discovery the author writes books and eventually becomes famous but fails to understand the emptiness in his life. He always believed that his wife loved him  and now that myth has been shattered with his inexplicable disappearance, the author goes into this mode of transformation. Although Esther is physically and emotionally lost to him, but he finds her in The Zahir. According to the book, The Zahir in Arabic means “present”, or “incapable of being unnoticed”. It is something that grabs our thought, mind and spirit and demands our full attention. It lingers around us all the time.It is believed to lead to either Holiness or madness. In this book, the Zahir is a woman, Esther, the Zahir. As Paulo explains ” she fills everything.She is the only reason I am alive. I look around, I prepare myself for the talk I am to give, and I understand why I braved the snow, the traffic jams and the ice on the road: in order to be reminded that  everyday I need to rebuild myself and to accept – for the first time in the entire existence- that I love another human being more than I love myself.”
The author realises that even though Esther is not with him physically but her presence is mounting and there is no way he could  escape it ………” I am pleased that she exists; she has shown me that I am capable of a love of which I myself knew nothing and this leaves me in a state of grace“. During these days, he meets Mikhail, the man suspected to be behind Esther’s disappearance, but through his strange and mysterious way he creates a deep impact on the author and makes him understand that in order to find Esther, he need  to ‘find himself’ first. Mikhail introduces the author to a  “tribe” of spiritual seekers who resist, somewhat vaguely, conventional ways of living. And through the author’s journey from Paris to Kazakhstan till he finds Esther, he explores various meanings of love, understanding, marriage, sex and life on the whole. The author finally finds Esther in the steppes of Kazakhstan. And more than that finds the all important missing threads of their lives.
This story is stunningly beautiful. Each page has a gem which will simply make you smile, think, and then move ahead to find the next. . For me this book is a source of enlightenment. I simple loved Coelho’s take on love. He says ” Love was also a synonym for tenderness, security, prestige, comfort, success.Love could be translated into smiled, into words like ‘I love you…” Beautiful lines indeed !!!  The novel has taught me to leave the past behind in order to move on. Something which I feel is undoubtedly  the best way to move ahead in life. As I always said I vehemently rooted for  the characters in Coelho’s novel. But in The Zahir, it is his profound thoughts and his takes on few very essential things in life along with a mesmerizing narration,  that steals the show and makes this book  wroth a read. It is hard to read Coelho’ works without being touched and The Zahir is no exception.
Finally, as Paulo says, ” ….to me that suffering occurs when we want other people to love us in the way we imagine we want to be loved, and not in the way love should manifest itself – free and untrammelled, guiding us with its force and driving us on,” I wish I had read these lines before !!!

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By The River Piedra I sat Down And Wept – Paulo Coelho

Spirituality, Mysticism, Optimism and Love. thy name is Paulo Coelho. After I finished reading ‘The Alchemist’ , my expectations from ” By the River Piedra I sat Down and wept…” was high and I was surely not disappointed. I could sense the same aroma of Paulo’s brilliance as I did with ‘The Alchemist’. The only difference I believe is , this novel rides high on religion.

A tale of two lovers, “By the River Piedra…….” is a beautifully crafted love story, blended with composed actions,exotic locations, powerful characters and mesmerising folklore which certainly makes it an inspiring journey. Pilar, a student in the town of Zaragoza was suffocated with her daily life until she encounters her childhood friend whom she knew since her early days in a Spanish village Soria. The plot unfolds dramatically when Pilar realises that her friend has now become a renowned spiritual leader, which embraces femininity of God – paganism (Great Mother), the ancient fertility goddess, the Virgin Mary. And not only that ,her friend has the power to work miracles as well. Meanwhile, Pilar receives an invitation from hes friend for a spiritual event in Madrid where she is faced with a blunt truth- her friend’s love for her which he harnessed right from their childhood. And as he leads her on a magical journey through the French Pyrenees,which includes stays at hostels and visits to churches and chapels, the two find themselves at the monastery at Piedra where the two had spent time as young kids.It is here Pilar begins to realize that this chance encounter is
going to transform her life forever and that her friend must ultimately choose the path of his own life, his love or his spiritual journey.

At this juncture, Paulo subtly introduces ” the other” !!! A conflict we all have within ourselves and deal with as human beings.The part of our own psyche, the confusion, sense of denial, the fear and host of other emotions that prevents us from achieving what we aim for.Just like the fear of failure in “The Alchemist” prevents us from acheiving our goal…”I am afraid that great disappointments waits me, so I prefer to dream..”. In the same way the fear of rejection prevents lovers from expressing their feelings, their love. Pilar wonders and worries, as a result of the existence of ‘the Other’ that lives within her, what will happen to the love that she has for her friend and vice verse.

The magic of Paulo’s novels lies in his characterisation…so real …so down to earth. The moment you hit the first two pages you tend to flow with the characters and actually start living their lives. The characters and situations are so well crafted that you reach to another world with their dreams and fantasies. I found myself engulfed in Pilar’s world all through and as the novel ended I felt the way I should after reading any good book- happy and satisfied.. The novels definitely gave me a high, it leaves with lot of things to feel good about, also to think and relate to your own life.
“By the River Piedra….” is great. An excellent storyline written with even more excellent techniques.It is indeed a great read, thanks to the linguistic genius of Paulo. Paulo’s underline message through this novel is simple,… there are no rules when it comes to love, as there are no rules when it comes to worshiping the Almighty.As he puts it “to love is to be in communion with the other, and to discover in that other the spark of God”. The only limitation I feel is the spiritual inclination of the novel. The presence of the Goddess in friend’s life and his dilemma of choosing Pilar’s love, or accepting the duties for the betterment of the world, might hang lillte superficially on the readers mind. Paulo also talks about discovering spirits and through these lovers,  he wants to tell his readers that anyone and everyone can speak the language of angels and perform miracles. Little difficult to comprehend his idea of religion and God though.There is always an air of mysticism that lingers in his novel and “By the River Piedra……” is no exception.Readers who are used to Paulo’s style of writing will understand the depth of his words but for others it might end up being little absurd and vague.

Nevertheless, I must admit that Paulo’s novels are anytime a pleasure. A friend of mine after reading this novel said, ” I wish I were Pilar” and goes on to add… Paulo through this book made me believe that to love someone is to love life itself…..Perfect !!!!

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