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Kamala Surayya Ente Katha Pdf Download by Genofdaria, released 29 October Language, Malayalam. Publisher, Current Books (–) DC Books (– present). Publication date. February 1, (). Pages, ISBN · 81 Ente Kadha (My Story) is an autobiography written by Kamala Surayya (Madhavikutty) in the . Create a book · Download as PDF · Printable version. MALAYALAM NOVELS MADHAVIKUTTY - FREE DOWNLOAD ente katha madhavikutty PDF Free.

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Much of her writing in Malayalam came under the pen name Madhavikku Kamala To ask other readers questions about എന്റെ കഥ | Ente Katha, please sign up. Anjali A pdf version is available here: . about this book is the simple honesty with which Madhavikutty dramatises her self and. pseudonym, Madhavikutty for her writings in Malayalam. The validity Kamala Das' s Ente Katha is her autobiography in Malayalam. The author herself. Kamala Das later famously denied Ente Katha to be a true story stating that parts of it Madhavikutty writes, “In those days we felt that Malayalam Language had.

Would you like to tell us about a lower price? If you are a seller for this product, would you like to suggest updates through seller support? Kamala Suraiya, better known as Kamala Das, is a well-known female Indian writer writing in English as well as Malayalam, her native language. She is considered one of the outstanding Indian poets writing in English, although her popularity in Kerala is based chiefly on her short stories and autobiography. Much of her writing in Malayalam came under the pen name Madhavikkutty.

They would shut themselves in a room and would behave as lovers. It hurts her. But at the same time she loves her husband too. This was when she was staying away from her husband in Nalappat house with her younger son. When one of her love letters ended up in her husband's hands he warns her saying that she is innocent and she should keep herself away from such fraudsters.

Is n't it a strange kind of relationships. Sometimes I am forced to think that Kamala might have acknowledged that her husband is a homosexual.

Because of it, Das did not have any issues with her romantic escapades. Am I far-fetched by pointing out this.

When this was published years ago, it was a shocker in Kerala. It should be. It shredded into pieces the so called built up moralities existed in Kerala. I could never bring myself to hang my life on the pegs of quotation for safety. I never did play safe.

I compromised myself with every sentence I wrote and thus burnt all the boats that would have reached me to security. When you learn to swim Do not enter a river that has no ocean To flow into, one ignorant of destinations and knowing only the flowing as its destiny, Like the weary rivers of the blood That bear the scum of ancient memories But go, swim in the sea, Go swim in the great blue sea, Where the first tide you meet is your body, That familiar pest, But if you learn to cross it, You are safe, yes, beyond it you are safe, For even sinking would make no difference then During her era, I guess she was the only writ When you learn to swim Do not enter a river that has no ocean To flow into, one ignorant of destinations and knowing only the flowing as its destiny, Like the weary rivers of the blood That bear the scum of ancient memories But go, swim in the sea, Go swim in the great blue sea, Where the first tide you meet is your body, That familiar pest, But if you learn to cross it, You are safe, yes, beyond it you are safe, For even sinking would make no difference then During her era, I guess she was the only writer with grit and courage to explicitly write about her personal life and the shadow side of her family who are very well known in her state and throughout the sub-continent.

She points out the double standard her family practiced when dealing with brutalities and lecherous acts practiced towards the serfs and peasants that worked for the family, the men knew no threshold and abused their own kind, especially the women.

The discrimination and feudalistic nature of the caste system and the masquerade of fake integrity to match the eye alone. Kamala wanted to expose the so-called morally absolute upper-caste, starting from her family.

The amount of enemies she earned within her family and community is the most shocking; people belonging to her own community tried to kill her using sorcery and even trying to stop her book from being published. Married off to an older man when she was fifteen had affected her life deeply, and I think that incident is what created and propelled her into becoming a writer, to attain release through the written word.

The chapters towards the end start with a poem and some of them are lovely to read, she has bared it all in her poems and has channelled her deep yearning and seeking into lovely lines. The book should be read by all men to really know the plight of the women trapped in body and time. On sedatives I am more lovable Says my husband My speech becomes a mist-laden terrain, The words emerge tinctured with sleep, They rise from still coves of dreams In unhurried flight like herons, And my ragdoll-limbs adjust better To this versatile lust.

He would if he could Sing lullabies to his wife's sleeping soul, Sweet lullabies to thicken its swoon. On sedatives I grow more loveable says my husband. Her story. It was not about how she rose to fame. Not about how great a life she led. Its not about all the seemingly interesting things that have occurred in her life. In brief, it isn't like any other autobiography that inspires you to live in that person's shoes. Its an honest story that leads you through the paths she's walked, her thoughts, feelings, mistakes.

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 more Her story. 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. She also sheds light on the mentality and the not-so-glorified past of India for the young readers like me, who was stupefied to know especially, that India was never sacred when it came to love and the institute of marriage.

This could simply be just the author, or my ignorance in order to avoid a clash of opinions. This isn't a book meant to entertain you but for you to open your mind wider, or simply just to listen, to judge, to introspect.

This is one woman who never ceases to amaze me. Reading this book, I was one with the woman who wanted to love under the Gul Mohar, the one who had an abundance of love for everything and everyone around her, the one who wanted to make sure that her kids believed in magic. To think that someone like her existed not so long ago, gives me hope.

I had read the English version when I was in higher secondary, I feel I like that better. The malayalam is more complicated, may because I'm not used to reading more malayalam books.

There is no structure as such, she just records parts of her life, like a set of memories. I do agree that it would needed a lot of courage to put all of her thoughts on paper without filters, I'm not sure I could do it. The book talks about the orthodox society and what society expects is an ideal woman.

Kamala has broken all the rules set by the society, she was her own woman.

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Actually, Did Not Finish. I love Kamala Das's writing, that's why I bought this book and had great expectations. But, I feel sorry to say that this book is like a plain diary, without any twist or excitement. My opinion about the author's writing is still same, but I didn't feel like turning pages I tried as I didn't know what I wanted know or why should I complete the book.

Very disappointed. Madhavikutty is as rebellious as a rebel can get. Her concepts about sex, love and relationship may seem borderline disgusting to the uninitiated. Still, one cannot but admire her individuality and courage. The strength of her conviction is quite surprising. It is evident in her audacity to open herself in a culture that is still way too orthodox despite the high educational standards that they maintain. Unfortunately, her disregard for rules also reflects in her writing style.

This is hardly a b Madhavikutty is as rebellious as a rebel can get. This is hardly a biography as it is just a collection of memoirs. There is no beginning, no end and absolutely no structure.

If it wasn't for her poetic prose, it would have been a dry and irritating read. Overall, a short read that's worthwhile. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. Thanks to my dear friend who gifted this book. I could resonate with the voice of the author Kamala Das in the beginning as she eloquently speaks of innermost thoughts of an average middle class Indian girl.

But trails off later Though she is much older, the lives of the girls haven't changed much in conservative patriarchal families even now. While reading this book, I could sense the loneliness and longing of a woman all througout. At times I could see a slightest hint of an outspoken rebel Thanks to my dear friend who gifted this book.

At times I could see a slightest hint of an outspoken rebel who peeps in questioning the morality of Radha about her escapades with her paramour Krishna, branding her as an adultress whose sex life seemes untumultuous.

But then that was only fleeting. I wish that tone lasted long enough. But as all others the focus, when tweaked on such instances were limited to the woman in question and never about men, which left me questioning the internalisation of applicable morality in women's lives. Apart from that my heart was squeezed several times as I read the book when she nonchalantly writes about having a loveless marriage as a child bride.

Some narratives about the author's own escapades, I found that her men are insignificant and at times seem too good to be real. This left me wondering if she was delusional to a certain extent. One thing got me wondering The author's loneliness is clearly evident and at times she sounds like a bored affluent housewife who is marinating in self-pity. Well, having 4 servants is affluent even during pre-independence era. I say self-pity because it is only in the end Kamala Das, with a slight regret talks about no one coming forward to turn her dreams into reality.

That bit irked me a little as no one will make anyone's dreams a reality. One has to work on their own. Pampered lot won't get it. But overall a good read for someone who would like to peep into a lonely woman's mind who is looking for love. 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 a teenager she married an older relative, and the emotional and sexual problems arising from that unsatisfying relationship and her young motherhood, as a result, she has encounters with men to consummate her defiance against a patriarchal society and indulges in writing poetry, many of which appear in the 50 chapters of this book 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..

One must have more courage to write a autobiography like this, most of the autobiographies are clear about their childhood, interests and their achievements and no one is interested to mention their desires, love, relationships and disappointments, but she succeeded in mentioning them very clearly right from her childhood and personal experiences in her passages to womanhood.. The relationships with her grandmother and the healthy relationship she carried with her sons was beautifully mentioned.

During the war period, where the city was disturbed with gun shots and sirens, she mentioned I want to take this weeping city in to my arms and wants to sing soothing songs to console the city not to disturb its peaceful sleep was one of the brilliant ways she expressed her love and affection towards society..

Nothing has an end, Instead of an end, all that we suffer is a discomposition. I fell in love with her powerful poetry. True, maybe I, will, firstly, strip myself of clothes and ornaments. Then I intend to peel off this light brown skin and shatter my bones. At last, I hope you will be able to see my homeless, orphan, intensely beautiful soul, deep within the bone, deep do 4.

At last, I hope you will be able to see my homeless, orphan, intensely beautiful soul, deep within the bone, deep down under, beneath even the marrow, in a fourth dimension" It's honesty is what stands out. She has no qualms in revealing the dark undercurrents in society covered by the decorous fabric of traditions and morality. No wonder her home state of Kerala was so ready to condemn it as a scandalous story written by an immoral woman.

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. Sadly the book ends at the middle of her life. So we are left in the dark about her reasons for her conversion to Islam and the events in the second half of her life. And by her own admission she has included a fair number of fictional elements in her autobiography.

My Story by K. Das is a tale of an unloved woman. An Indian woman writing about extramarital affairs, sexual fantasies and lesbianism in the early 70s; no wonder this book caused controversies.

Brought up in rural India, married at an early age, this woman found solace in her kids and ultimately, writing. Her poetry conveyed melancholy of a lonely woman very well. Realising her mental agony was distressing and depressing. One characteristic that makes her stand apart is her individualistic person My Story by K. One characteristic that makes her stand apart is her individualistic personality.

In an era when women were expected to serve their husbands, raise kids and lose their identity in household chores, I applaud her defiance of the conventions. The book is written as series of incidents rather than a continuous journey. I hereby failed to form a chain. However, I dearly enjoyed the glimpses of Malayalam culture and practices. On a personal level, I found this book too depressing to be re-read. This autobiographical work was considered overly explicit when it was first published in Malayalam in I can see why it was so considered in the then relatively conservative and tradition-bound communities in Kerala.

By today's standards it would not cause an eyebrow to begin to be raised. Many of the chapters begin with verses written by the author. These set the tone for what follows in prose. It was fsscinating to compare how she deals with the same subject matter in the two media. The This autobiographical work was considered overly explicit when it was first published in Malayalam in The lyricism of her verses contrasting well with her straightforward prose.

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.

Kamala writes beautifully and descriptively. Her descriptions of Calcutta, Bombay, New Delhi, and her native place in Kerala are sensitive as also are her portrayals of the many people she meets. I found this book about a person previously unknown to me surprisingly compelling. This sensational autobiography of kamala das has send waves of shock to shake the mindset of common readers. The work has won admiration from the readers side because of the fearless presentation of issues still considered to be a social taboo.

The work presents the journey of the author to womanhood ,her intense personal experiences. The memoir was far ahead of its era and has been widely acknowledged as a great work from the side of the author. Every about one's life is written without any hindrance or censor. 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!

Though an autobiography, it reads as a fanciful story of a whimsical and vain woman. My Story is not a literal translation of Ente Katha, which was originally serialized in the Malayalam magazine Malayalanadu in And yet the title Ente Katha translates as My Story. Kamala Das later famously denied Ente Katha to be a true story stating that parts of it were fictitious.

By positing this self as a fictional construct, by problematising it, Kamala Das actually poses a problem of identity, a problem linked to language, of writing one self in two languages, in the process attempting to evolve a third — a language for writing the woman into existence.

This might be the reason why Das chose not to go for a literal translation of Ente Katha into English but a creative retelling aiming towards textual equivalence. Pillai original in translation….

എന്റെ കഥ | Ente Katha

Because there are posturings which do not appeal to me. I would like a writer to be as honest as he or she can be. Chapter 2 of Ente Katha begins thus: He asked me to bring the first chapter and read it aloud to Rege. I did not comply with his request. I felt it would be like taking out a one-month-old embryo from the womb and exhibiting it.

I never show my poems or stories to anyone before their publication. A Woman in Quest of a Language It is significant that no such references to the writing of an autobiography come up in My Story. That Kamala Das had started writing her autobiography and her friends know about it contradict the popular belief that it was a story written by a woman on her deathbed.

Though this could be partly true, yet the textual evidences suggest that Kamala Das had started writing her story much before she reached the hospital bed and formed a contract with the editor of Malayalanadu to serialize Ente Katha. Mabel, a pretty Anglo-Indian, and Nambiar, the Malayalam tutor. The cook was partial to the lady; served her tea on a tray… to Nambiar who came much later in the evening he gave only a glass- tumbler of tea and a few sardonic remarks.

Nambiar in our house moved about with a heavy inferiority complex and would hide behind the sideboard when my father passed through the dining room where we had our Malayalam lessons. We learned our vernacular only to be able to correspond with our grandmother who was very fond of us. The inferiority complex, which marks the learning of the vernacular, is first attributed to the tutor in the English version and then to the language itself in the Malayalam version in what I argue to be a gradual systematization of concepts, knowledge and experience in language.

Ente Katha displays more difficulties of narrating the self because Malayalam provides a cultural frame of reference within which the story is situated. In English the frame of reference is removed spatially and culturally and hence the emotional problems associated with remembering and narrating is lesser. For a woman the weight of patriarchal ideology is more intense and excruciating in her own native language than in English. Hence telling the story is easier in English where value systems, cultural concepts and social norms that model experience are different.

As language changes the ideological contexts too change, the process of processing memory changes, and techniques of cognitive mapping change. Thus the methodology of remembering the past is weighed down by a political and cultural load in Ente Katha, while in My Story the process is easier. A Woman in Quest of a Language the weight of markers of native codes like religion, ethnicity and gender.

The values and norms of English have been used to nullify traditional hierarchies of caste, class and gender. Thus in My Story the cultural power base of Ente Katha is mitigated to a certain extent.

In conjunction with the argument that language and social models greatly influence the narrativisation of the self, this paper seeks to illustrate how linguistic and semantic processes, linked to social models affect the construction of gender identity in such a way that the same identity might be projected differently while narrating the same life story in two different languages.

Pillai stress on the social self, produce reference to socio-symbolic discourse and the social imaginary through which a culture by means of language, maps and deciphers the world, a dimension also present in autobiography, but heavily marked in the life-stories.

Though Kamala Das arranges all the important rites of passage charting the course of the evolution of the self and narrates all the events according to a chronological and causal scheme in My Story, Ente Katha displays certain reluctance to the usual patterns of constructing the life story. It is more complex in its narration. The linear, confessional mode of narrative in My Story links it to a modernist form of writing while Ente Katha displays postmodern preoccupations in its part non-linear narrative relying on what appears to be a more disjointed memory.

At the moment of sexual intercourse with him I wished he would gather me in his arms after the act. Had he caressed my face or touched my belly I would not have felt to that degree the intense rejection I felt after each sexual union.

When a woman relinquishes the first man in her life in order to walk up to the bed of another, it is not a contemptuous or immoral act; it is an act of pathos. She is one who is humiliated, wounded.

A Woman in Quest of a Language preface to My Story is stretched to nearly six pages in Ente Katha, a rather strenuous exercise considering the fact that the Malayalam version as a whole is much shorter than the English one.

Madhavikutty in the preface to Ente Katha takes great pains to place her narrative identity inside the world of textual conventions and yet outside it. More of a testimony than a confession, Madhavikutty here seems to address a culture whose expectations of conformity to an ideal of the feminine she cannot cater to. I have written several books in my lifetime but none of them provided the pleasure the writing of My Story has given me.

I have nothing more to say. The DC Books edition published from Kerala in omits this preface. Its breast hit the turning blades of the fan and the bird was thrown down.

Hitting the windowpane, it clung to the glass for a few seconds. The blood from its breast stained the glass. Today let my blood ooze down to these pages let me write in that blood. Let me write without the burden of a future, as only one can write, making each word a compromise. I would love to call this poetry… I always wished I had the strength to write this.

The last sentence seems to emphasize that society needs to change in order to accept her writing. She turns the tables on societal norms and yet the pressures of conformity catch up with her as is evident in her many denials later on to the veracity of Ente Katha.

Pillai self is seen to situate and organize society and culture. Yet there is a progress towards a self that attains boldness in negotiating its relationship with the external world.

What is achieved in the end is a new sense of identity, a woman who discovers her sexuality and who learns to revel in her multiple selves. But even here there is a difference in the two texts. Wariness towards the audit culture is omnipresent in Ente Katha.

A mere look at the chapter headings will illustrate this point. Again, strikingly, all these headers are changed in the DC edition of My Story. Even the year and place of publication assume important dimensions. A female identity constituted by an intense awareness of sexuality is seen to be narrated, however subversively, with an acute awareness of the policing medium of culture which a language represents.

A Woman in Quest of a Language expectations of conformity to a feminine cultural ideal is more on Madhavikutty than on Kamala Das, and hence disguises and ambiguities at the structural and narrational level of the text is more in Ente Katha than My Story. This leads to a situation where what is written has not been translated and what is translated has not been written. For example the first meeting with her would be husband, his sexual advances, their engagement, the subsequent visit to Calcutta, his crude attempts at sexual games, are all described in a simple, chronological straight forward manner in My Story.

But in Ente Katha these incidents are compressed into two pages with philosophic ruminations and forward jumps in time. In all parts of the narrative where gender roles are crucial Ente Katha displays a marked transferential tension at play, which is not so evident in My Story. For example in the description of the rape where the old maid servant plays accomplice to the rapist, the whole incident is left ambiguous in Ente Katha, leaving the reader doubting the veracity of the incident.

In My Story however, the narration leaves no doubt about the reality of the incident. Born in rural Kerala, brought up and schooled in Calcutta, married to a bank officer in Mumbai, spending a life divided among the cosmopolitan cities of Calcutta, Mumbai and Delhi, Kamala Das alias Madhavikutty projects a translated self living in translated worlds. Pillai language of patriarchy. Probably it is this translatedness of being that helped Kamala Das to challenge the authoritive codes of languages and cultures.

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