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The malayalam is more complicated, may because I’m not used to reading more malayalam books. To think that someone like her existed not so long ago, gives me hope. Some very deep insights about adolescent age, women psychology, love and our sexually suppressed society. Am I far-fetched by pointing out this.
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Many thoughts becomes clear and assumes different dimensions. She came out in the open without diluting her thoughts even once. I say self-pity because it is only in the end Kamala Das, with a slight regret talks about no one coming forward entte turn her dreams into reality. It was not about how she rose to fame.
In brief, it isn’t like any other autobiography that inspires you to live mafhavikutty that person’s shoes. Krishnan Nair author M. And am I glad it was! My story is the story of Kamala Das, a woman born in a conservative society of Kerala. I love Kamala Das’s writing, that’s why I bought this book and had great expectations.
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Much of her writing in Malayalam came under the pen name Madhavikkutty. Her failed marriage, the birth of her children fnte her extramarital affairs are addressed in this work. Gradually, Kamala becomes resigned to, and then later adjusts to, her marriage to a man who for the most part shows little interest in her.
She is wealthy, well-read, socially aware and yet life throws her curve balls of loneliness, longing and disease. I’m awe struck with her composure in narrating her difficult life so vividly.
I wonder how many humans will ever dare to say that before their death. There is nothing stilted about the writing style of Kamala Das. Every about one’s life is written without any hindrance or censor.
Despite what I had heard and what she writes about her many loves, it’s evident that her affairs were more affairs of her heart and intellect rather than meaningless but passionate encounters. Harshly critical of Malayali women, who according to her can be much more patriarchal than men themselves, she claims that her poetic freedom of speech was often a red rag to many.
It touches more than once on the dark side that inevitably exists in everyone’s life but most refuse to think so deeply about and moreover write about. Because of it, Das did not have any issues with her romantic escapades. But in the glow of those evening suns, we felt that we were Gods who had lost their way and had strayed into an unkind planet. Pillai Oyyarathu Chandu Menon P.
View all 6 comments. She moved away from social conventions and portrayed homosexuality as well.
We used to walk aimlessly along the quiet Panday Road or cross the Cuffe Parade to walk towards the sun. I can well imagine what it must have been to chat with her madhavikutt She spent her early childhood in Kolkata and her ancestral home in Malabar, a place concocted with numerous relatives, splendorous nature, ritual and customs of the family and describes her life amongst them.
As the title indicates, it is her story where she did not hide behind any hypocrisy. More than a book this is her Journey, and I don’t have any right to judge her choices just because I read this book, I respect her Individuality, She was so clear the way she expressed her anger, pain and agony through poems, and the way she faced the criticism among the relatives along with society.
It was catchy and clinging to read on and on and finish the story which begun with adolescence and ends with the realisation of death and old age! The discrimination and feudalistic nature of the caste system and the masquerade of fake integrity to match the eye alone.
About Kamala Suraiyya Das. I am reading it for the third time. The line that i loved the most was her own comments about her life-” I don’t think I will have another incarnation, another after life.
On a personal level, I found this book too depressing to be re-read.
This could simply be just the author, or my ignorance in entee to avoid a clash of opinions. She writes with a binocular combination of feminine charm and feminist vigour.