3 things that I have learned the hard way

1: Time Management is Necessary

A good time management is always necessary as it lets you complete or accomplish more in a short period of time, which as a result will give you a lot of time for yourself. And ‘me’ time is very necessary as you can pamper yourself, think of what to do next, pursue your hobbies and most importantly you can spend a quality time with your friends and beloved ones.

2: Your Problem is Your Problem None of Others Problem

Indians after reading this point it can recollect Daisy Shah’s famously trolled dialogue from Race 3, “Our business is our business. None of your business”. However coming back to the point, whatever problems you have in your life they are completely yours. People might listen to your issues if you share it with them but only very few will understand. You are the only person who needs to deal with your issues. No one will understand your pain or issues as you do.

3: Learn to Say No

Saying No is very important because when you constantly say yes or agree with someone they tend to take you for granted, which is not good at all. You can say ‘No’ without being rude too. Remember, at the end of the day loving yourself is most important and saying yes and then stressing over it will only make you sick.

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The Three Musketeers

This post is completely different from all my other posts till date, if you have been following me for some time, you might have noticed that I generally don’t post about myself or my personal life or my personal friends, this time its going to be different. In this post, I am going to tell you about Three Musketeers of my life, three people, whom I met in this blogger world but who are now a big part of my life. These are the people who are staying far away from me but they are always there for me whenever I need them. This post is dedicated to them.

My First Musketeer, “P”, my close friend, is such a lovely woman, she always checks up on me, makes sure that I am doing well, and if something isn’t right with me, I don’t need to ask her twice, she will always be there for me. Other then being my friend, as I told earlier, she is also a full-time blogger, she has two cutest kids, and she maintains everything, like everything, she is a Superwoman. She is so passionate about well-being of her kids and other kids that you will know everything you need to grow your own kids.
Like most of us, she also loves to read in her free time, her favourite book is ‘The Color Purple’ by Alice Walker. Let me tell you something about this book, this book weaves an intricate mosaic of women joined by their love for each other, the men who abuse them, and the children they care for. In the first few letters, Celie tells God that she has been raped by her father and that she is pregnant for the second time with his child. Later on…..

No, I am not telling you the complete story, it will just ruin a very good book for you. But I was talking about “P”, while reading the book, she loves to listen to one particular song, “No Woman No Cry by Lauryn Hill, see, she is different from others, maybe that’s why she is my close friend. She blogs as www.withlovefromp.com.

My second musketeer, “Salona”, what to say about her, she is just a perfect sister I could ever have, no, she is not my sister, but she is everything I can expect from a sister. She checks up on me. She always encourages me to write and I always look up to her whenever I am stuck at some point of life, considering that she herself is such a talented person, she is so spiritual person, whenever I feel low, I just need to talk to her and she will fill me with positivity. She writes about motivations, about the things that we generally overlook in our day to day life. Her favourite book is The Power of Now, by Eckhart Tolle. A book which is a spiritual self-help guide to help us discover our true Being, release our pain and find deep inner peace, this is such a relaxing book. While reading books, she loves to listen “The Power of Mozart”, western classical music which fills you with positiveness all over, no matter how much negative you feel, the combination of this book with this song, it will give you a peace of mind. Anyway, back to “Salona“, she is such a positive person, at times, just talking to her calms my storms down. She manages www.loveinabindance.co.za.

My third musketeer, “David”, he is the person with whom I can share my feelings, he is an extremely close friend of mine, if life is giving lemons, he will make lemonade with it and give that to me because I am thirsty. In short he is a sweetheart. He is like an editor of my posts (except this), he proofreads most of my posts and makes sure that I don’t do silly mistakes, which I usually do a lot. He keeps an eye out for me when I am too ignorant to do so. He has a very lovely daughter, and he is a single dad. He generally writes about………… Well he generally writes about everything. He is a great guy. His favourite book is “The Count of Monte Cristo” by Alexandre Dumas. The story takes place in France, Italy, and islands in the Mediterranean during the historical events of 1815–1839: the era of the Bourbon Restoration through the reign of Louis-Philippe of France. It begins just before the Hundred Day’s period (when Napoleon returned to power after his exile). It centres on a man who is wrongfully imprisoned, escapes from jail, acquires a fortune, and sets about exacting revenge on those responsible for his imprisonment. His plans have devastating consequences for both the innocent and the guilty, while reading this adventurous fiction, this guy loves to listen to “The Lost Ark”, the relaxing instrumental music.
Back to “David“, he is a caring person, especially in the recent times, he has helped me a lot in getting better from the situation I was in. He manages www.singledadsguidetolife.com.

What situation I was in, will tell you that story, maybe someday.
This post I dedicate to my three musketeers, without whom, I might not be here in this blogging world at this place sharing my thoughts with you all my lovely readers.

I hope you enjoyed reading it..

See you again next week. Take care…

Due to personal reasons I didn’t use real pictures.

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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore, some have heard and read about him some have not. Last week was his birthday. He was born in Calcutta on 7th May 1861 and died on 7th August 1941 in Calcutta. He was a Proud Indian He was a Writer, song composer, playwright, essayist, painter. And he received Novel Prize for ‘Gitanjali’ in the year 1913.

Honestly speaking on my blog today I won’t write what everyone knows or can read about him. This is my blog so today I will write what I truly feel, what I truly think about him.

I had read about him since my childhood. My Grandpa used to say one cannot finish reading his works during his/her whole lifetime. Of course he had written a lot. I somehow could feel whatever he might have felt during writing either a sad poetry or a love poem.

Many bengali people in India love him but some hate him. I remember, last year a renowned camera person from a renowned channel told me there’s no point in loving that man’s work because he got whatever he had because he was born in a rich family.

I didn’t respond him, I just smiled. Of course I could have argued with him because I have read him since my childhood. But I couldn’t make him understand what I exactly feel about Rabindranath Tagore.

If any artist is reading this then my question to you would be, have you seen Rabindranath Tagore’s old age photograph? If yes have you looked deep into his eyes? What do you see?

It is said that eyes of a human reflects everything about that person, I am not sure about others but about Rabindranath Tagore it was applicable. His emotions would be easily understandable from him eyes. I personally avoid looking in his eyes of his picture. Do you know what I see?

He might have recieved everything a man ever wants or wanted but his eyes says he was in agony, in deep pain which he couldn’t share with anyone. His eyes say he wanted peace. His eyes depict, only if he could turn over the time.

There are many portraits about him. Many people draw about him. I only sketched once about him because I can’t draw those eyes. I can’t draw that pain, that hurt. I can’t. I only sketched about him once in my lifetime but for me that was worse because I felt like thousands of knives were hitting me.

I have never seen him but I feel like as if I have known him since ages. May be it’s common.

Many “FAMOUS” people would say ,”Ah, that’s very normal”, if I share my true feelings about what I feel about Rabindranath Tagore. But my question is do you feel connected to him like I do? Do you feel like you have known him always like I do? Do you?

Honestly speaking he isn’t my favourite writer or poet or painter but still I love reading his works. This reminds me of one more incident in 2017 while I was working as a journalist, my senior asked me about one of the phrases of Rabindranath Tagore’s work “Ghore Baire”, a lady who sort of hated me commented, “How would she know about it? You asked the wrong person”, and she chuckled. My senior knowing me well then told her, “Why don’t you answer it then”, she didn’t have any answer to it. I simply completed the phrase and told him the other required details and left the room.

You know I didn’t feel victorious that day because she couldn’t answer it and I knew about it. I was extremely hurt because I can’t portray my feelings.

I know whoever reads it might feel it boring because for the very first time ever I have revealed this side of me but one thing I would say Rabindranath Tagore was really a great man. Not because I know it but because I feel it.

A quote by him, “Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.”

That’s all for today.

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Essence of Shopping

Let me start with a small story today. As every lady knows that if you are upset regarding something you should go for a good shopping, your mind gets refreshed. Same with me. Today a classmate of mine commented that I should always use make-up as I don’t look good without it. This is me without any make-up. 👇

Obviously as a fact ofcourse I got upset. When I returned home I was unable to concentrate on anything else. That comment was stuck into my mind. So after a long thought when I finally realized I am seriously upset about that comment I decided to go for a shopping. I drove to Central Park mall as that is closer to me. After roaming around mindlessly I found some good clothes to buy..

Even after I bought them I still wasn’t satisfied and again started searching for something which would catch my eyes..

In the meantime I met a colleague of mine who was also there for shopping. Obviously I didn’t tell her the story, I just told her that I was feeling low so I had to shop, and apart from those two nothing else was catching my eyes.

I don’t know what she understood but she asked me to follow her to the exclusive section. And surprisingly I never knew there was a exclusive section for women’s wear.

When we reached there and started searching I finally found some other good branded clothes that at last catched my eyes..

Well, when I showed them to my colleague, she was amazed that how come she never saw these. She showed me another top which she asked me to try. So I went off to the trial room and tried it upon me..

Well, I should definitely say after looking into the mirror, it suited me. I changed back and by that time my mood was almost refreshed. I thanked her and we started walking towards the billing section. Suddenly a top caught my eyes, I handed of my clothes to her and took that top and rushed towards the trial area, luckily the trial rooms were available. I tried it upon me and I fell in love with it…

I was happy beyond earth that it fit me. I quickly changed back and with that top in my hand I ran back to my colleague. We got our billing done.

And by the time I left mall I was completely refreshed. And moreover I was happy.

So this is a real story of me today.

Only one thing I have to say, sometimes shopping doesn’t only refresh your bank account but also refreshes your mind as well…

Have a great time everyone… 😊

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Painful Love

True love is probably the one which is not only obscure but also in the heart which makes you relieved.
Almighty has given me this message by separating you from me, my beloved one.

(Dedicated to my Mom-Dad)

Art sketch: deserted_queen/entity

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Genitori / Parents

She was never extremely close to her DAD like the way she was with her MOM, as her father was a workaholic.
It was only then the father and daughter came close, when her MOTHER passed away after a prolonged illness.
Both the father and daughter became fond of each other.
After four years of her mother’s demise her FATHER passed away as well.

It had been two years since then. Often when people ask her whom does she miss more, she stays put.
As even she doesn’t know TILL DATE whom she loves more..

Art sketch by: ig deserted_queen/Entity

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The Vampire Princess

I am technically a reader. The very first time when I started writing Vampire Princess on #Wattpad, though full of ideas it had been hard for me to express myself in words. Still, I am figuring it out. I am sure many people might have this problem. All I can say is you just need to trust yourself and you can do it.

However, I have completed Part one of it. You can give it a read at https://www.wattpad.com/524100476

 

 

 

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