She was the pioneer of feminism in India. The trailblazer to question the prevailing rules of a patriarchal society. She was married to five men, yet loved by none. She was the quintessential tragedy queen who was held responsible for the devastating war that consumed an entire kingdom. However, this story is more than 2000 years old and I have no intention of… Continue reading Today’s Draupadi(s)
Contrary to popular belief, not all women from the Mughal dynasty have led their lives behind the comfortable shadows of their male counterparts. In fact there were some remarkable women who unabashedly defied societal norms and contributed largely in strengthening the illustrious empire we read about today. Two such names I recently came across while reading Indu Sundaresan’s historical novel series ‘Taj Mahal… Continue reading Women in Mughal harems
Girl, don’t let that sensitive soul in you die. Unshackle that beautiful heart of yours and let those tears flow. Don’t shy away from emotions, because, unlike what others want you to believe, having them is a sign of strength. Without the warm sensitive souls like you, we would be left with a cold dispassionate world, inhabited by emotionless, impassive creatures who bottle up every feeling until they burst… Continue reading An appeal to the girl who feels a little too much
Much has been talked about this beautiful city- its tree-lined boulevards, forever busy sidewalk cafes and the linear, perfectly symmetrical Neo-Classical style buildings have been revered and celebrated in every kind of art and literary form possible time and again. Therefore I don’t intend to bore you with any more ornamental description of this French capital. However, the Paris that I want… Continue reading Romancing Paris of yore
I have been wanting to write on this particular topic for a very long time. Having been exposed to this kind of bullying at a very tender age, I know how badly it can affect the overall emotional state of a woman. Female bullies are of the worst kind and I am sure most of us, if not all,… Continue reading Women, stop bullying your own kind
I was born and raised in a place which was home to the greatest Bengali author, poet and songwriter of all time, Rabindranath Tagore. Therefore, a deep love for music comes naturally to us Bengalis. Like everyone in my family, I grew up listening to songs in three specific languages Bangla, Hindi and English. And quite frankly was proud of my eclectic choice in music until a year ago when I experienced something which made me realize that good music speaks for itself. That we can enjoy and love a song without even understanding a word of the language it is written in.
My speaking and comprehension capabilities are painfully restricted to the three above mentioned tongues. Despite several honest attempts, I have never been successful in picking up any foreign lingua. Yet the very first time when I heard this soul-soothing Italian song ‘Il Mondo’ my heart literally skipped a beat. I could make nothing of the lyrics and the singer (Jimmy Fontana) was also completely unheard of, at least in my country. Yet none of these factors bothered me at that time. Yes, like every ardent music lover I too was familiar with the clichéd saying “Music has no boundaries” and this was my turn to actually start believing in it.
A year and a half ago, I and my family took a trip to southern Italy. On way to Naples, on the last day of our Italian sojourn, the driver-cum-guide Gianni suggested in his endearing broken English that we should at least listen to one Italian number before leaving his beautiful country. Being a die-hard music lover, it was one request I could simply not say no to, and boy am I proud of it? That was the moment, I first heard the deep lilting voice of this Italian-born singer-songwriter with thick glasses Fontana.
Absolutely nothing, not even the exhaustion from my hectic one-day Amalfi trip or the sleep-inducing heady effect of limoncello shots, mattered at that moment. As if all the tiredness from the weary journey just washed away as soon as that haunting soft melodious voice started crooning. Such is the power of great music that it somehow manages to sneak into your heart and takes a permanent place there.
Ever since that day in Naples, the snobbish Bengali in me opened herself to music from around the world. My playlist now features songs in various languages. And to be honest, sometimes I do take pride in flaunting it to my friends and family. And as far as my foreign language proficiency goes, well no luck there, it’s still as limited as it was before my Italian vacation in 2015. Perhaps someday, who knows, I also might be able to master a new exotic language and impress my loved ones with it 🙂
N.B. After its release in 1965, the classic number ‘Il Mondo’ stayed on top of the Italian hit parade for four consecutive weeks. Its popularity can be measured by the fact that after Fontana (who also sang a Spanish version of it), the song was later covered by several other artists such as Gianni Morandi, Al Bano and Milva. It also featured in soap operas and movies, including the 2013 British rom-com ‘About Time’ starring Rachel McAdams and Domhnall Gleeson.
Keep listening to good music folks !
It has been at the back of my mind for many years, but never could I commit myself fully to the idea of writing as I was too unsure about my capabilities as a writer. I always thought if I ever write who is going to read it? Or even if someone reads it, will he/she like it ? Hence I kept postponing the idea till the time came when I decided enough is enough. Just because I am scared of putting my thoughts out in the open and worry about people’s reaction to it, doesn’t mean that should deter me from following what my heart desires.
A stage comes in life when you want to say so many things and you are certain that the only way to quieten the ongoing chaos in your mind is via writing yet it becomes an immense task to put your thoughts down to a written form.
Yes there is absolutely no dearth of ideas, in fact sometimes the deluge of thoughts just overwhelms your mind and still you are frozen with an undefinable fear of expressing them. This confusing phase that I am going through is so difficult to explain in words. They say that writing is therapeutic because it helps channelize your feelings and give them a direction.
So here I am with a bunchload of thoughts which haunt me from time to time.
Through this blog page I will try to present a chronicle of assorted experiences related to various interests such as movies, songs or books that I have loved, relationship/parenting issues that I have seen of others or personally dealt with, exotic recipes that I have modified or invented and last but not the least my travel stories which occupy a very special place in my heart.