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It follows the story of Sati , the goddess as a whole. Her journey as a sister, a wife, a mother..but above all her journey as woman, as the divine feminine whom the Gods wronged, her own father wronged.
This is a book review of Shakti – the divine feminine by Anuja Chandramouli ( a new age writer with recurring themes of women empowerment).
From the time I have read this book, I have become such a fan of it that even after reading it several times , I can still read one more time.
The theme and ethos of this book is absolutely breathtaking and revolutionary.
It follows the story of Sati , the goddess as a whole. Her journey as a sister, a wife, a mother..but above all her journey as woman, as the divine feminine whom the Gods wronged, her own father wronged. She rises up to question every hurdle put in front of her in the name of patriarchy and which is in turn perpetrated by the divine beings she loves (her father Daksha, her husband Lord Shiva).
The book even traces the journey of her relationship with Lord Vishnu as her well wisher.
She angrily questions all the men in her life , all the hypocrisy and threatens to wipe out anyone who caused her the immense suffering she went through.
She blisters through anger, loves with intense passion and does not tolerate betrayal at all.
The book traces her tender love for Lord Ganesh and her complex feelings for Shiva ( ranging from intense anger to tender love to roaring passion)
This book is a must read for every woman . It shows that woman is first a human being. She should not be defined or confined because of her biology. Her body is means to an end just like men.
She is allowed to feel extreme emotions and roaring passions just like any other human. There is no need to cage a woman under the garb of decency and modesty.
She can soar the way she wants to if given a chance.
An absolute delight of a book. A winner of Anuja Chandramouli.
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
When she was sixteen, the catastrophic clutches of destiny snatched away her parents. They passed away in a road accident and Neena was devastated. Relatives thronged her now gloomy house and soon it was decided that she should be married off.
Women today don’t want to be in a partnership that complicates their lives further. They need an equal partner with whom they can figure out life as a team, playing by each other’s strengths.
We all are familiar with that one annoying aunty who is more interested in our marital status than in the dessert counter at a wedding. But these aunties have somehow become obsolete now. Now they are replaced by men we have in our lives. Friends, family, and even work colleagues. It’s the men who are worried about why we are not saying yes to one among their clans. What is wrong with us? Aren’t we scared of dying alone? Like them?
A recent interaction with a guy friend of mine turned sour when he lectured me about how I would regret not getting married at the right time. He lectured that every event in our lives needs to be completed within a certain timeframe set by society else we are doomed. I wasn’t angry. I was just disappointed to realize that annoying aunties are rapidly doubling in our society. And they don’t just appear at weddings or family functions anymore. They are everywhere. They are the real pandemic.
Let’s examine this a little closer.
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