The Exclusive Reflective Review Of Lady Chatterley’s Lover

 

When a soldier fights for the country, his family licks the wounds. 

And in her gauntlet of trials, she moves with her husband, a British Soldier, into an ancient house of British heritage on the moor, which seemed to her the home of respite. She loves breathing in the air coming through the rustic landscape and walking the bucolic streets by the quaint houses of stones. 

She flourishes to become a wedded wife in red of her face and fights the consequences of all the battles her husband has fought. Patiently and approvingly. She is indeed a good wife and even more beautiful against the idyllic charm of Rugby. As if every scenic beauty brightens for her adornment. 

Until one shady day under the dramatic skies, she is persuaded to embark on a life of war. To fulfill that which he couldn't complete. And in her propensity to the gauntlet thrown down on her, you see, like any other person, she tends to go easy on herself while writing the most difficult chapters of her life.

One must say that the original Author of Lady Chatterley's Lover D.H. Lawrence has emotionally yet dauntlessly discussed the unconventional love affair of a married woman having a lover other than her husband.

In my opinion, two strangers make the best friendship. They discover each other with empty minds and clear hearts. They speak one language, a language that unites them out of loneliness. She discovers, to her surprise, that war is relinquishing freedom and hedonic happiness, and perhaps making peace could destroy the warmakers.

Her red smiling cheeks are the rose of the eyes

Because marriage was never ceremonious; a wedding is. She eventually arrives at the fire of pleasure, burning for love, and finally exploding into the wilderness of sweat droplets that he liquors up to recover her composure. And that made them blind to look through the steamy window.

Her lover inspires her to happiness through pleasure. Now, will the mutinous wife of an army man battle against the war of a sinful affair to seek its righteous end? 

Aphoristically, to cease living with your companion is to become known strangers. And how devastating it is to eat the rotten fruit of your orchard! Will you still dare to act strange on your companion/spouse?

Authored By
 Zain Khan

The Exclusive Reflective Review Of Mungaru Male, The First Monsoon Rain.

Some are born to receive from life, and some are born to give life its due: a sacrificial deed that it owes to itself.

A boyish curiosity is often misinterpreted as a bootless errand because it ought not to follow the ceremonious relationship with anyone or anything to ruin the nature of being given an institution which hears utterances of divine messages from an unknown destination. 

With that being an inspiration, one's always desirous of fulfilling contentment with that which governs the spirituality of what is enclosed in the physical form of the heart.

It learns to be dutiful when in love as a piece of paper has never made a man capable of responsibilities, not even a harsh discipline of a strict Father. The fiscal responsibilities that end in the economical areas of life are always feared of intimacy.

And that when the relational commitment experiences the caliber of spousal and intellectual intimacy and romantic communication, it learns what it is to garland the love of her blushing smile, near and far, under her breath, and from the tresses wafts the subtle savor of one's return as the day ends. 

God was smart to lend the key to the completeness of a man to his woman and to lend the key to the completeness of a woman to her man. So that none has the means to dominate another. 

For it’s destroyed by a word, and a word is sometimes enough to revivify what was drowned in the deepest dark of the heart.

In a heart's innocent pursuit to win a heart, it understands that a beautiful face shining its virtue of character is a treat to an eye and need not want good maintenance but a praising eye that glorifies its emotional sides.

Like,

It has no sorrow nor grief, and no misery can blind its eye,
for it's walking in the streets of thousand lights.
No cold wind can chap its lips;
When it's living in the warmth of the kiss.
None can betray when it has laid its head on the embracing chest;
only death can be unprotected by the wraps of arms laying around its bequest. 

Therefore, I reiterate, that some are born to receive from life and some are born to give life its due; and its due is to remain in the pure and innocent guidance of the loving heart, if only you believe. A giving hand is better and longer than a receiving hand. The silence of a bearer is more merciful than the noise of a whiny. The care resides in the heart that is patient and understanding. Because Love makes a boy grow into a man; for age is just a number.


Credits: had I not accidentally listened to Anisuthide Yako Indu, meaning, don't know why I'm feeling this way today, I wouldn't have felt this way today. Some accidents evoke fire into a smile of pain.

And in a heartbeat, I lost everything to the Kannada Songs and their movies, and to regain the nostalgic rhythm finding its English Subtitles was the only scope left in my pulses. 

And what follows until this line is integrity in reflecting on lost art. 

Written by
Zain Khan
with extraordinary inspiration. 

 

The Reflective Report Of Chaman Bahaar

I accept that I'm 1 year, 7 Months, and 3 days late to dig out this vintage thumbnail from the wardrobe of Netflix. You see, true blessings & true messages always come late.

The silhouette of an imaginary illustration says when the world was barren land in a dark and quiet closet, God thought to brighten it up with life. And to lighten the burden of life, he made love. He made everything to live in pairs.

But it was never like God made all of us stand in a long queue at the partner's registration kiosk and enroll our lives for the certification of pairing with our husbands and wives, and friends and enemies, and only then one will be allowed to be born.

He made a group of men and women and an illiquid and godforsaken place. The inhabitants flee away to build the lure of city life. While Billu is immanent to live an innocent and primitive life. He is lonely as Adam was. After all, his silence is the way to heaven and back that reveals what a word means to him. 

If God was enough for Adam, he hadn't sent the prescription for love in disparity, patience, and regression.  

There comes Eve, and it transmogrifies the remote village into the dawning of Adamic civilization, which lives through the return of the youthful lusts, outcompeting for lady luck, the abundance of beans, political motives, insecurity, jealousy, insults, sufferings, debts, and beatings. This pure soul is so hurtful yet struggling to brave them out to protect his English rose from the evil eyes, without even meeting her once, until it thus invokes God's retribution & great lessons for corrupting the land.

 

Credits: After watching this enthralling piece of work by the writer-director Apurva Dhar Badgaiyann himself, I truly take pride in saying that Indian Cinema and its writers are proving highly productive in the entertainment and recreation business than any other film industry producing exorbitant budget computerized movies.

After all, the stories aren't a clone produced in a laboratory. They are made in tragedy, love, human-to-human relationships and affection, inspiration, human comedy, and unfulfilled wishes.

Authored By
Zain Khan