tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833411083213663905.post4878235747457038899..comments2023-10-25T03:20:00.692-07:00Comments on Eternal Sunshine of the Thoughtless Mind: SamaptiSudipto Basuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272783734959529945noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833411083213663905.post-16755614695865509372007-12-28T05:20:00.000-08:002007-12-28T05:20:00.000-08:00A very deft rejoinder by Sayantani, yes! Indeed,...A very deft rejoinder by Sayantani, yes! Indeed, in this age of cyber cafe chats and mall manias, it is indeed cathartic to find you two members of the Genex, so sympathetically and subtly, unraveling, as it were, the delicate layers of Tagore’s “Samapti” , so masterfully crafted by Ray in the culminating episode of his “Teen Kanya”, (why do you think it had to come last in the series?)rediscovering in the process, the softer nuances of childhood innocence and curiosity, playful fondness and how these transmuted to maiden experiences of coy romance, of unrequited love, leading to a blissful bond between the two! Amulya, the more matured urbane, almost instantly drawing a connect with the rugged spontaneity of Mrinmoyee, indulgently allowed the pristine emotion in her to blossom, take shape and finally overpower him, in all its fury and passion!<BR/><BR/>It's so very reassuring for us to take a peek and tune into your sensitive, razor-sharp, unfolding, young minds! Keep up the good work, dear !Rupkatha Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01116391140030403143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833411083213663905.post-82725589557288430202007-12-25T10:45:00.000-08:002007-12-25T10:45:00.000-08:00Beautiful comment, as usual, my dear friend. And y...Beautiful comment, as usual, my dear friend. And yeah, a Merry and Joyous Christmas to you too!!<BR/><BR/>I think you should really consider being a co-author on this blog. I'll also change the blog-name in that case-- I always feel that you write better than myself. <BR/><BR/>Now, I've noticed the feelings that surfaced on Mrinmoyee's face as she realised that she was in love with Amulya-- what I failed to conceive is the magnitude of this strong emotion. Maybe this is because there are some things about women which only they can understand-- which is why I couldn't understand the best way to put it down on paper... Thanks, you again made my day with this superb comment.Sudipto Basuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00272783734959529945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833411083213663905.post-9132689845654027352007-12-25T09:37:00.000-08:002007-12-25T09:37:00.000-08:00Dear Sudipto,Merry Christmas, friend!Okay, I think...Dear Sudipto,<BR/><BR/>Merry Christmas, friend!<BR/><BR/>Okay, I think you have well put up the theme of the story. But, being a ‘kanya’ myself, I’d like to add a little bit of my own reflection on it. It’s about love. Exactly when does Mrinmoyee come to notice that she is in love with Amulya, and that she treasures his presence and love? We notice it first when a kind of blank expression shadows her face when Amulya says he is going to leave her. Tagore and Ray both depict the innate power and magic of love. When does Mrinmoyee shed off her tomboyish self and become a desolate lover to perish in silent sobs for days at a stretch in the absence of her man? She is too simple to ask these questions and analyse them. Neither do I have the answers. She hides her feelings and instead of approaching, she shies away. She enjoys her elation of falling in love secretly and privately. From my own experiences (I don’t know about others, and as for my peers, oh, they are much more forward and obviously lot smarter in these matters than I am), I think this is where the cherished sweetness of romance lies to a girl. <BR/><BR/>Mrinmoyee smiles to herself thinking of nothing in particular on a beautiful morning, yet something – something – probably, a lost call of love from the past gives her this momentary irrational happiness… My knowledge and philosophies are very limited in relationships and affairs (as I haven’t got involved in any of these yet). My feelings have mostly remained silent and unexpressed (no, don’t pity me, fortunately I’m in the least upset about that!), but still I suppose my emotions about love are a lot of mingled confusion and joy. Like Mrinmoyee, I too like to enjoy these just in my daydreams and imaginations. Undoubtedly Rabindranath Tagore, the author of this short story, is said to understand women the best. <BR/><BR/>And, yeah, you do have readers, friend. You know that! :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com