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dyingenigma · 10 months
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Hands.
The Namesake (2006) dir. Mira Nair
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kafka-bug · 6 months
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Pet names are a persistent remnant of childhood, a reminder that life is not always so serious, so formal, so complicated. They are a reminder, too, that one is not all things to all people.
Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake
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oyeevarnika · 2 years
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Hey (with the intention of living life like them )
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litsnaps · 6 months
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oldfilmsflicker · 11 months
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The Namesake, 2006 (dir. Mira Nair)
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shattereddteacup · 2 months
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The Namesake (2006)
Dir. Mira Nair
Languages: Bengali, English
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nahinsamne · 2 years
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The Namesake (2006)
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vizthedatum · 6 months
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That moment in the Namesake where Ashima starts looking for Ashoke all over the house… and then searches outsides and cries.
I have watched this movie so many times, but last night I was just crying holding my girlfriend….
The whole movie and story is so beautiful. I’m so glad that I introduced it to my girlfriend… and that we were able to share and feel that love and process that together.
That scene though….
It feels like I have felt that pain - that loss. And even though she was fine afterward, he was still her best friend, her confidante, her supporter, her admirer, her patient partner, her husband, her teammate, her co-parent, her co-navigator, her support, her family, her equal, … her person.
It feels like I’m closer to having all of that now with the people in my life now.
And every time I open myself up to love now (even if those connections end), I’m opening myself to that loss. That profound loss. It’s not even the loss of love (that’s my theme of trauma instead - a loss and lack of love)… it’s the loss of that peace of being able to talk to someone who loves you.
I know I have felt that with people - the peace in the love we share(d). It is one of the most important things to me.
But it hurts for me especially because in our pre- and post-marriage, we were NOT AT PEACE.
But… I miss you. I miss showing you things. I miss talking to you. I miss smiling because of something you did or said. I miss saying goodbye to you. I miss the anticipation of seeing you. I miss us processing things together. I miss learning things just to talk to you about something you wanted to talk about. I miss telling you about all my crushes. I miss telling you about my friends. I miss walking with you. I miss going to places with you. I miss listening to you. I miss playing games. I miss watching shows and movies. I miss making you laugh. I miss your hugs. I miss your joy - I really tried to make you happy. I miss being your best friend.
And now I have to be careful who I give my love to. I have to remember how deeply I felt every time I feel it for someone else. It’s not my fault that I love my friends and partners so deeply - I have always been that way, and you knew that.
I have to remember that I gave you that love and trusted you so blindly. I didn’t have to even try to give you that love - I had to try to prove how I was instead. You couldn’t love me for me?
I have to remember how hard I spent my time hoping and wishing you’d look out for me - and telling myself that you were. That maybe this is like Ashoke and Ashima… but it was nothing like that.
The gentleness and acceptance of the way that Ashoke radiated his love and empathy and care to his wife and children… is not just what I want, it’s what I aspire to be.
I left because I loved myself, I had lost myself, and because I didn’t want to enable you any longer. I loved you, and our relationship was one of the ugliest things about you.
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alvallah · 7 months
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The book talk was lovely btw 📚🥰
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words-and-coffee · 2 years
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Pet names are a persistent remnant of childhood, a reminder that life is not always so serious, so formal, so complicated. They are a reminder, too, that one is not all things to all people.
Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake
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catofadifferentcolor · 2 months
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“She has the gift of accepting her life.” 
― Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake
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dyingenigma · 10 months
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The Namesake (2006) dir. Mira Nair
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deadseagirl · 3 months
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——Jhumpa Lahiri in Sabyasachi at the Indian Coffee House, Kolkata. 📸Vogue, 2016.
Although the shops of college streets hold her novels, no one recognises her. Lahiri is fluent in Bengali, but speaks with an American cadence. Despite being born in Kolkata and moving to America at the oblivious age of three, she is a foreigner, an outsider to the booksellers, waiters and students she encountered.
“I’ve always had this feeling wherever I go. Of not feeling fully part of things, not fully accepted, not fully inside of something. Identify has been such an explosive territory for me…so hard, so painful at times.”
Lahiri moved to Rhode island during the 1970s due to her father’s job as a librarian at the University of Rhode Island. Leaving India and accepting America wasn’t her choice to make and she’s had to grapple with its consequence all her life.
“My parents relationship with Kolkata is so strong. Growing up, the absence of Kolkata was always present in our lives.”
Taken from an interview to Vogue, on the release of her book - In Altre Parole. (2016)
In two of my personal favourites, The Namesake and The Lowland, she weaves language with the politics of inherited identity and memory by basing them in 70s Kolkata.
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zodgory · 1 year
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Round 1, Match 3 of Blank Check's March Madness Copycat Poll
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Official Sergio Leone v Mira Nair poll
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litsnaps · 4 months
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oldfilmsflicker · 11 months
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The Namesake, 2006 (dir. Mira Nair)
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