You Didn’t Care by Santosh Jha (read aloud books txt) 📕

By Santosh Jha

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Copyright 2016 Santosh Jha

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Every woman, who is loved, is beautiful. Often, men seldom infuse ‘optimum’ love and still wish ‘maximum’ beauty in women. Almost always, women own this cognitive-conundrum of men and live with the guilt...they shouldn’t, ever...

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Why men consider women as mystery is surely no mystery. Till date, there are only a handful in the women’s perceptions and worldview, which men have not created and perpetuated. Strip a woman’s consciousness of primeval cultural insinuations and socializations, and what remains as bare symmetry is anything but mystery...

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Anyone can give you joys; however, people you love; give you most pains. History tells us, families, societies and nations are created to save individuals from ‘external’ pains by ‘unknown’ people. However, every individual is left on its own to deal with personal pains, engineered by their own people; they know and love enough...

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Pains are brilliant facilitators of excellence. Meta-Cognition seldom comes with inertia of comfort. We can experience as we have knowledge and we have knowledge because we can experience. Bad times make you learn more than good times because; bad times pull you out of your comfort zone and force you to expand your experiences. This then expands your knowledge and this expanded knowledge in turn draws you to more varied experiences...

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Life was always created in pairs. Male-female bonding is the primary and inevitable precondition of life and living. The primary sign of degeneration of humanity and its highly probable extinction in predictable future is growing ‘conflict/competitiveness’ in gender-bonding. Mounting inclinations for exclusivity in male-female mutuality is definitive warning signal for perpetuity of human species on earth...

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Preface:

Being a journalist, I know that you all also know that most magazines and literatures meant for women are read by men in good numbers and with great interest and curiosity. I truly feel, it surely is good for both men and women. Knowing about each other is unquestionably great for the mutuality of male-female bonding. However, what many men may not know and somehow seem uninterested to know is – men are more and deeper in the minds of women than men ever allow and accept as; though the popular perception is that men always have women in their minds. What many men are not always aware of is – men and women have different brains and that is why women’s consciousness and cognition differ from that of average men. Therefore, why and which way, men are in a woman’s mind consciousness and cognition, is greatly different from why and which way women are in a man’s mind. As we all live in very complex socio-cultural milieus with very competitive and cluttered lives, men need to accept that there is greater need for them to be more receptive to a woman’s worldviews, perspectives, consciousness and cognitions. This is part of their wellness and excellence. Men are men and they have to lead in all good things. The male-female bonding and mutuality is cardinal to very survival. Men need to lead every enterprise of survival, wellness and excellence. This narrative fiction is my humble endeavour to present a woman’s consciousness and cognition about bonding, intimacy and mutuality. However, I definitely wish, men read the book with greater intent and sincerity. I am truly indebted that my previous fictions on women viewpoints have fetched me good response from men. Thanks.

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At The Very Outset:

There has to be a humble admittance – Any word, however well meant and well spelt, is a possible suspect of misinterpretation. There is a simple reason. People are in different consciousnesses and culturally as well as personally inclined to a specific value-summation of utilities. As a writer it is a huge temptation to take liberties, not only with imaginations, ideas but also with the words, as against their common and popular use. Do kindly accept my latitude with language, choice of words and interpretation of contemporary realisms, as I understand, many times, they may not conform to popular usages and sentiments.

I share with you whatever is part of my consciousness and its honest innocence. All wisdoms say, what stays with you is what sinks in. Wisdom is what we internalize. I share with you whatever I have internalized in my life. This may not be mainstream, however, may have utility in some meaningful way. I believe, as a reader, you shall enjoy this novelty and pleasant awkwardness of the writing.

It is not that people await good times, the good times also await good people to come and hoist the potential seeded in the soil of future. Good words also wish for good readers, to be in reception of and be in linearity of the innocent intent, which ride on the shoulders of the words, for the finality of their fruition...

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Thanks For Your Magnanimity, The Story Begins Now...

REALISM... THIS COSMIC MECHANISM and pragmatism of perspective tells us loud and clear about everything being ephemeral... nothing lasts and this is the cardinal rule...

Life’s own artistry of engendering the majestic sub-rules of transience offers a mystical workshop of beautifully magnificent architecture of emotions... they land as lasting joys of life-living experiences....

Humans alone have this endowment of brilliant mind consciousness, which enables it to stretch its probabilistic capacities beyond the boundaries of matter and milieus... true joys of being human however always succumb to cognitive conundrum of painfulness...

Metacognitive splendours of sentient sensations reach beyond the seeds of matter and ride on the waves of fragrance of ideas... This inventiveness is somehow more of a feminine domain... even women seldom see and accept this structural endowment in their body-mind realism... Mystically enough, women have men in their minds, more than men have... thankfully; few men see and accept this realism...

Human inventiveness and symmetrical artistry of playful-metaphorization of pain and pathos into something meaningfully and intuitively enjoyable, in time-space situationality is sheer joy of life and living.... Both men and women of substance and excellence have this artistry... women may be credited with more and better use of this genius...

Change is the primeval energy of all realism; still, what stays, even though in limited space and time is the overriding deep consciousness, prevailing aloof and above ephemeral shades of cognitions, which ever-changing life-living experiences and ambient milieus engender, in the progression of life. This is true possession...

This realism apart, there always is enough space for lot many things to stay, remain constant and not change, for a comfortable chunk of time and space... and that is why, even amid this silence of absolute realism, human lives have so many beautiful endowments, which speak, rather sing the song of perpetuity of poise of purpose...

... all these however have common seed of deep consciousness, which handles this hugely mesmerizing business of fragrances of playful-metaphorization...

So, the change takes place in the life of this woman... a young and beautiful woman, who accepts with mystically marvellous feminine grace and poise, this realism that her man has now moved away and their honey-dew phase of intimacy and mutuality has been eclipsed by the cosmic pragmatism of change...

Change is more of a constant in a woman’s life. Her body-mind mechanism is probably designed this way. Evolution surely geared her consciousness for this constant in her life. Loads change in a woman’s life. As years add on, in her body and mind consciousness, change is writ large. Her body changes at times seem so out of bounds... she is still so young to accept all those changes and yet, the family, the society, the culture makes her accept more than what she can on her own. She accepts and adapts... she has to... adaptation is feminine forte... she may not even know it but she is definitely wired for adaptations... her brain structures have evolved this way....

Good and successful cultures ensure that all milieus offer sanity and symmetry to all changes and adaptations that women undergo. Inversely, in milieus where women can change and adapt in a culture of sanity and symmetry is a good and successful one...

Change is more constant in a woman’s life! Adaptations are even more than constant. They are visceral to woman’s consciousness and cognition. However, what is not in-built and intrinsic to all women is the mystically marvellous feminine grace and poise, which a woman of substance has to cultivate and nurture through persevered practice. This is not even easy as the milieus around her and popular culture she lives in has so many elements, which extend luscious invite to wear the protective cosmetic layer of neuroticism. However, thankfully, our woman in this story has this grace and poise...

She writes... she makes it known to her ‘ex’, which he never had the finesse and innocence to feel and accept. Her elegance, her poise and adaptive excellence extended her man the full chance to breathe the fragrance of a woman’s deepest intents, when they were together and in good times. She knows he didn’t care...!

Fruition and finality is not always the purpose of an enterprise of life and living. Often, there is a beautifully magical positioning of a mystical middle about some realism in life. There may not always be either black or white. The shades, the duality of tones and tenures between the two extreme situations of life-colours is the mystical middle, men seldom understand, appreciate and care for... this is a woman’s wisdom, a feminine fortress and definitely, a synthesized cognition of the adaptive artistry, which a woman’s consciousness instinctively holds true and upright.

Our woman writes... she wishes this to be known to her ‘ex’, just because, she has the shades and the man who abandoned her, must confront. Not because she wished an outcome out of her saying them. It is just there and has to find expression...

.... she writes...

“... what changes, presents itself to us a mechanism to see ourselves more deeply and laterally. Good times never allow this golden respite to ask and say so many things, which should have been said and asked... thankfully the low and bad times do it...

“There is this very happy and satisfying realization that if you could possibly stand as a witness to my deep consciousness and sense of me, not only as a woman, but also as a person, that could surely have been very desirable. But I know, you never were... you didn’t care...

“However, this is not important, I understand that. Important it is that we all – you or I – must always remain in constant continuity with our own evolved deep consciousness. All things, especially between two people change and they may or must. I know and accept that we all live in this stupid clutter culture and mad milieu of pulsating pace. This somehow sweeps our consciousnesses and keeps us in a constant drift. The worst; the contemporary milieu and culture ensure that people never last long in singular and rooted consciousnesses and cognitions. Naturally, even two people under one roof drift in two directions, often mutually competing and conflicting ones.

“Still, it is good to accept that one’s equation, one’s deep intimacy, one’s perfect mutuality with him or her must never change; not drastically, at least.

“So, I am happy, even when you are not with