People who are raised by compatible parents are really very fortunate. My dad was like Bhim, brawny, did regular exercises till an unfortunate accident which might cripple him for the life, but then again ignored everything after the accident and sprang back to his normal life within just a span of 6 months, hardly became sick for even a single day, does not mind to take a bath in #ganga of #haridwar in early winter morning knowing about his physical power and strength, ignored the #covid #jab even after my Mom got infected and still never became sick (ultimately he was anyway convinced by Mon to take the jab), and took care of all external pressure protecting us just like a #brawny dad does, but my Mom, used her brain to guide all of us. So even though we did not have a lot of money, all of us are well settled in life, all of my elder sisters are married, well-settled in a city like #kolkata, and all of her grandchildren are doing very well having international careers (and all of them were really influenced by her presence during their childhood) and still having a peaceful life at one of the most backward places of #bharat.
One day, my wife Reema was saying, "Som, how do you feel about this analysis of Mamoni (my Mom) behind the exile of #lordrama?" Reema continued with my Mom's analysis. According to Mamoni, as #lordrama did not have much experience with the people He would rule over as a king, it was kaykayi's #gameplan to force Him out of the shelter of the Mahal and mix up with the aboriginals, with all sorts of people across #bharat and there was no other way as #dasharath loved #lordram blindly and in normal circumstances, it was just impossible.
It was like #swamivivekananda doing #bharatdarshan
Yes, i believe #criticalthinking is an essential part of human #intelligence, and remember, it has nothing to do with the modern-day definition of #feminism
Think about the character of #draupradi. She instigated #bhim to kill Kichak, she instigated #arjun to take revenge, she maintained a very good relationship with #lordkrishna as a #sakhi (#friend) and yet never missed a chance to scoff at the definition of #dharma of #yudhistir because it was impractical, not suitable. Played the real #powergame in contemporary history and created history by herself by being present as a #ringmaster right inside the arena controlling her #lions.
now relate this saga to the many battles of Prihiraj Chauhan Vs Mohammed Ghori and try to realize that had a #lion like #prithirajchauhan been controlled by a ringmaster like #daupradi, what would have happened to the history of #bharat. The latter would have been mercilessly killed after the first defeat.
yes, this is #reality. let us not live behind the veil of impractical #dharma. there is no place for it in real life.
this world is not meant for #good people, this world is for #suitable people.
#hindu ladies of #bharat get a critical mind. play politics outside your family. get the #biggerpicture
It's time for the people of Bharat to accept the color blue as a sign of strength and grace. not everyone's cup of tea. we must understand the grace of the people who carry the blue color as a symbol of their character.
So it's better for us if we get accustomed to the color blue and make our lives normalized by removing the stigma of this great color by opening up our closed, narrow minds. The greatness of society lies there in which we accept everyone, even when they are seen through colored glasses of blue.
Only great and powerful people can carry this color gracefully. let us all celebrate these people.
let us accept #blue to make our lives easy. we will definitely feel better.
enjoy this soulful song written by none other than #tagore to explain how he looks at a lady wearing #blue depicting #urvashi of #heaven
Listen to this soulful music (in Bengali)
Naho mata naho Kanya
"
Naho mata, naho kanya,
naho bodhoo, sundaree roopasee
hey nandanabasinee urbasee
Naho mata, naho kanya...
Gosthe jabe name sandhya
shranta dehe swarnanchal tani
Tumi kono grihaprante
nahi jwalo sandhya deepkhani
Dwidhaay jarito pade
kompro bokkhe namra netrapate
Smitohasye nahi cholo
lojjito basar sajjate ardharate
Ushaar udaya sama
anabagunthita tumi akunthita
"
Translation...
Neither a mother nor a daughter is you, not even a spouse,
Urbashi, O the dweller of the heavenly abode.
When the tired earth draws a golden veil across –
Evening plummets across the grazing field,
You never light a lamp in a corner of a hut.
With perplexed steps, throbbing heart, eyes down,
Smirking, you never stroll to share a nuptial bed at midnight.
Unmasked like the rising sun
You are absolute expressive.
let us all say in chorus... "when we look at anybody, how we feel actually reflects Who we are rather than the person being looked at..."
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