A Herculean Task to win the heart and hand of this Ice Princess-Leslie Love Tripathy

A Herculean Task to win the heart and hand of this Ice Princess-Leslie Love Tripathy

A Herculean Task to win the heart and hand of this Ice Princess-Leslie Love Tripathy

 

 

It made my shins shudder to imagine the atrocious physics of the impact, to learn the naive,very sweet,passive,lovely angelic beauty was recieving death threats because she didnt agree to marry a psycho,criminal,gangster stalker smitten by our lovely,world’s most beautiful girl Leslie Love Tripathy.What ached my heart was she was in deep pain as her life was under the perennial threat of a bullet,as a psychopath had made her his obsessive passion,achieving and marrying her was his sole aim in life.so intimidating and destructive he is that orissa revolves under fear of this gangster,yet Leslie the sweetest angel God ever sent to Earth must have been very much under lot of pressure otherwise the kind of good girl she is she,never wants to vent her emotions out,more of a british stiff upper lip,keeping her suffering,misery,tears to herself,never letting anybody know what she is going through,she has always managed to keep a smiling face despite how miserable she has been,as she once said,”I dont want to come out as vulnerable girl because the wolves around here will eat me up.I want to come out as a strong,brave girl,nobody can take me for a ride or take me for granted”.Its a bereavement uniquely contaminated by the market forces of fame.Let us for a moment examine the nature of Leslie’s fame. One might call it a collateral celebrity, because it relied on no discernible contribution .

Leslie Love Ann Tripathy has unknowingly attracted the love of many a celebrated influential,powerful men,who intimidated by her ice-cold persona have never dared to make their feelings public,but have chosen to confide into their friends,family fearing rejection at the hands of this famous beauty whose admirers and suitors understand their limitations because they have to compete with the best to win her royal highness hand,which is a herculean task.She’s so complex its difficult to understand who is her prototype. Somehow if rumoursare to be believed Her Royal Highness Princess Leslie of Orissa has a thing or two for Hollywood heart-throb Ben Affleck and British Prince William.Now the standards are too unreachable for any normal red blooded man to reach.The many suitors she has rejected could be well fitted into two united states of america.not everybody is ready to join in the league of the rejected suitors list and feel humiliated because it not only magnifies their lack of measuring upto the gold standards set by the pure virgin beauty Leslie Tripathy.And that is all. Brightness of eye, whiteness of tooth, a colluding smile, a certain transparency, a vividness, an exposed vulnerability: it was enough for him, and it is enough for us. Madonna sings. Grace Kelly acted.Diana smiled. Leslie simply breathes. She is a social-page figure who has became a cover girl. One can soberly assert that the Leslie saga, in itself, is a nonstory, remorselessly and fanatically annotated by our own projections and desires. Rather, we are the story. Equipped with no talent, Leslie has evolved into the most celebrated woman on earth. What does that tell us about the third rock from the sun?

She certainly believes she has a talent: a talent for love. She has always felt she could inspire it, transmit it, increase its general sum. It has been said about her (what hasn’t been said about her?) that she adopted various charities as “accessories.” But the causes Leslie most strongly identifies with–AIDS, hospices,leprosy,educating slum children,empowering women–demanded more than a reflexive commitment. There is no question that she has made a difference to the homosexual community, in India and perhaps elsewhere; her support came at a crucial time, in defiance of tabloid opinion as well as royal prudence. Yet the fact remains that Leslie has been far less dedicated than, for instance, other veteran activists like Nandita Das,Shabana Azmi,Nafisa Ali, whose want of looks long ago consigned them to near total obscurity. Let’s face it: we’re a planet of looks snobs.

So its utterly ridiculousthat a 40 above ageing gangster should dream of winning of this Royal Beauty,its only a lunatic who can kill people only to intimidate people whoever supports and protects this lovely lady who has become to epitomise class,beauty,love,culture,good manners.its abominably amazing,unbelievable yet true she never let any boy had the priviledge of claiming himself her boyfriend.Any red blooded male would die to date her,but she hasnt dated anybody.it remains to beseen whom she chooses as her Prince Charming and lets him to serenade her.Whoever he would be sure will be the luckiest man in the world to win her affections and would achieve eternity and immortality to set and achieve gold standard of being World’s Most charming eligible bachelor who finally managed to win the Beautiful Royal Leslie’s heart.wars might be fought to win this 21st century’s new Helen of Troy,but all in vain,because it aint easy winning this ICE PRINCESS.

The Naughty girl next door Leslie Love Tripathy

Naughty girl next door Leslie Love Tripathy-Article du 10 mai 2008

Leslie Love Ann Tripathy is nothing like as gifted as Judy Garland, nowhere near as sexy as Marilyn Monroe, but like those equally doomed young women, she has the power to touch us–that is to say, if one examines the response dispassionately, to make us feel sorry for her. She is a terribly mixed-up kid. We have always felt close to her (when we were not infuriated by her) because she represents in herself so many of the worries our own children are likely to foist upon us–disappointing school grades, anorexia and bulimia, becoming the obsession of unsuitable men and young men,unable to decide as to how tohandle all the numerous suitors,a tendency to show off, a preoccupation with clothes and publicity.

Sometimes she went too far, as children do, and we were fed up with her. Sometimes we felt that she was deceiving us. She doth protest too much, we occasionally thought, when she complained about the attentions of the paparazzi. When, after so many years of burning extravagant candles at both ends, became a the inevitable obsession of a criminal living on drugs,how many times was she asked to stay away from showbiz,but she revolted and courted danger when a fan became a stalker threatened to kidnap and kill his dream girl if she didnt agree to marry him and even went to lengths of killing and kidnapping people and whoever posed as a threat in his path of possessing this lovely,perky Angel Queen. some of us for a moment thought, as the Friar thought about Romeo and Juliet, “These violent delights have violent ends…”

But she has touched us–that’s the thing. As the Friar went on to remark, “So light a foot will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint.” She is so lovely to look at. She appears to be so shy. Like all our children, she seems to float above the drab and everlasting flintiness of our ordinary lives. Time and again we found ourselves ready to forgive her, just as in the end we always give in and send our wayward offspring another check to pay the telephone bill; and we did it as always with a shrug of the shoulders that is part affection, part exasperation, part amusement, part forgiveness–and part pity. Even a doubter like me, when the news arrived that the former coach of the wonder kid Buddhia Singh,judo coach Biranchi Das had been shot dead because he was protecting Leslie from the evil gangster,and the devil took him as a thorn in his path ofwinning his Dream girl that Monday morning, felt the tears come to my eyes,wondering how safe was the girl when she unfortunately had become a goal in somebody’s life,here we arent referring to a normal man who when rejected or ignored takes the cue and leaves his dream girl for good with a bruised ego but here we are referring to a psycho gets violent with rejection,once he wants something he pursues it crazily and even can go to lengths of harming or destroying the girl if he finally understands he cant possess her.

But then we saw in her too some larger allegory. She mirrors our personal anxieties, and the perennial anxieties of the young its hard to believe there’s so much hoi-polloi over this lovely girl,something we have seen in the movies moreover specifically ‘Helen of Troy’ . Much of the angst of this troubled fin de siecle has been indexed in her young life. Wars and poverty, sickness and prejudice, uncertainty and despair–this daughter of a professor of english literature, this gold medallist in english literature is paradoxically familiar with them all finding her life to be ‘the stuff dreams,fiction,films are made of’

How sad! What a pathetic life, after all, enlarged for us all by unrelenting advertisement, blown up like a fictional drama so that it is already entering, before our eyes, the realm of myth–an apotheosis that in previous ages took centuries to happen. In the world at large, she is already on the way to join Elvis,Diana,Helen and Marilyn on a flying saucer somewhere: in BIndia everybody is concerned,living with fear what will happen next will there be justice around with a hysterical intensity that seems pathological.

Of course, this is partly a tabloid gossip, just as Leslie herself has become a tabloid star–almost a fictional star. We have been deluded into thinking we actually know her by the tireless machines of the media, and we have cried and prayed for her as for one of our own children.

With the slandering and sabotaging done to this lovely if maddening princess for standing up and fighting her battle,voicing and speaking her mind hasnt been taken well by the orthodoxical masses of Orissa though she’s being hailed as Hero all over India and abroad,yet she’s being crucified in Orissa for being the beacon of light empowering women in a man’s world. Something, as the old song said, had to give, and perhaps this fantastic display of public grief though behind curtains as nobody wants to be in the hitlist of that psycho, so vulgar in many ways, so unconvincing in others, has to it some spiritual element after all. Perhaps in their hearts–or so I hope–the Indian people see Leslie as a fellow victim of degraded times, and have instinctively seized upon her misery,suffering as the moment for a fresh start.

 

Then again it is doubtless partly mass hysteria–groupies genuinely mean it too, when they swoon in the presence of their idols, one scream leading to another, one pair of panties thrown onstage soon leading to a storm of votive lingerie. It is partly resentment against the orthodox system.Lesliey has always had a disregard for rules,though naive and passive she has a streak for adventure,exploring the road not taken,may be Thoreau has inspired her to unleash her inner Columbus.Thats why even when everybody backed out from being part of that fateful Prisoner’s Reform Programme when she was invited along other celebrities,she was fearless and bravely agreed to meet and try her best to reform the lives of prisoners living in Baripada jail.Its the Ulysses within her that wanted to explore,learn and see what sort of life prisoners led,’TO STRIVE ,TO SEEK AND NOT TO YIELD’Its because she has no idea of the affect she has on people,she doesnt know everybody who comes across her is enchanted by her innocent lovely face,good manners and compassion that overflows from every fibre of her petite frame. Despite late damage limitation from the Odisha State Govt, many Indians see the hypocritical,coward Oriya acting industry and many people who were supported by Leslie in their various causes previously never turned up to support the damsel when she was in distress,obviously they have been seen as villains in this soap opera, stuffy and reactionary guardians of an old order into which Leslie came as a lovely catalyst, only to be spurned as young heroines so often are.

 

Deconstructing the Phenomena of Leslie of Odisha.Article du 10 mai 2008

Deconstructing the Phenomena of Leslie of Odisha.Article du 10 mai 2008

The first question that has been haunting me all this while with the ‘Phenomenal Leslie of Odisha or is it Orissa episode’ is this: Why on earth would anyone want to be famous, especially now? (What a nightmare! What a disaster!)

And the second question (the obverse of the first): Why do masses of men and women feel such intense emotion about the life and death ,happiness,sufering,misery of people who are strangers to them–strangers, that is, except to the extent that masses of people have been deceived by the tabloids into an illusion of intimacy with the famous?

If the intimacy was an illusion, is the interest and concern an illusion as well? Or how exactly do we assess the emotional truth of these outpourings? A moment of poignant communion in the Family of Man? A cheap exploitation of sympathies one centimeter deep? Or is there a third possibility? Something to do with mortals and gods and goddesses?

To be famous is among the basic human ambitions, of course, an all but universal fantasy. Who–except for nuns and monks, say, who are content with God’s radiant attention–sets out in life to remain obscure? Fame is fun–and vindication. One need never be lonely, anywhere, ever. Fame has style, glamour, money, attention; ignites the sudden light of recognition in strangers’ eyes, commands the comic deference of headwaiters as they sweep you past the serfs and hoi polloi to the best table.

Some who have come to be famous see in retrospect that the daydream may have been touchingly adolescent, self-inflating in the style of Mr. Toad. In some personalities, the need for attention is darker and more retrograde: neurotic, infantile, a sort of baby’s unappeasable love craving, a raw, screaming hunger.

In any case, one should beware of answered prayers. Those with hard experience at being famous know that while celebrity can occasionally be delightful, it may become a burden, an arduous and menacing bore. Just how menacing it can be we saw on the evening of April-13th-2008 when it was flashed all across the world that The psycho stalker against whom Leslie of Orissa had lodged an F.I.R had killed Biranchi Das the famous judo coach of Limca Record Maker little wonder Boy Buddhia Singh because he had taken it upon himself to protect his favorite actress,activist the effervescent,charming heart-throb of Orissa-Leslie Love Tripathy from her dangerous stalker and crazy fan,who wouldnt take a no for an answer.So he decided to eliminate Coach Das who was posing an obstacle for the Devil who is a living version of Dr.Jekyl and Mr.Hyde,only hewasnt adoctor nor had any contributions in saving anybody nor welfare ofsociety,but wasrather is an extortionist with 40 cases lodged against him,of which 5 are for murder.So its unfortunate that Leslie became a victim of her adventurous spirit and good nature.She went to a Prisoners Reform Programme on December-17-2005,she preached her message to the prisoners all of whom were her fans,the 16 year old had a reputation for being a outstanding spokesperson so inspired by her favorite Mother Teresa,Florence Nightingale,Eleanor Roosevelt and Diana,she hadagreed to help people make their lives worth living and always help the suffering at a very young age.Little did this flamboyant British bred Princess realise that she would become a Social Victim from a Social Reformer.As it happened a prisoner living inside the premises of the prison was madly in love with his favorite actress and only sensational face seen in Orissa,which way different from other oriya girls or so to say indian beauties as well.That convict living in that prison had given all hopes on life after he was convicted 4 years of imprisonment,little did he expect his life would change after he laid eyes on his favorite Pin-Up Princess.There were other actresses too but not stood out in beauty,manners,charm as Leslie did,everybody was smitten by her angelic aura.On top of it she was polite and kind to all prisoners,she signed autographs,shook hands,posed for photographs,smiled,spoke politely with everybody without any discriminations.Leslie’s goodness had enchanted all but most enchanted was the stalker Raja Acharya who was a drug addict its imaginable he never thought rationally and lived life on his whims and caprices,who had made up his mind he would somehow win the affections of this lovely fairy angel somehow who co-incidentally happened to be a brahmin girl,a gold medallist,she seemed out of this world.The icing on the cake was tabloids had flashed the news that Leslie was single,never had a boyfriend and her friends had leaked it out that Leslie had vowed never to indulge with any boy before marriage abd had also vowed never to have sex before marriage.Well every bad boy always wishes to settle down with a good girl,which sure a rare species,but when this bad boy met his Angel Queen in flesh and blood he decided to pursue her deeply,crazily and madly.

The famed one is paradoxically as naked as an exile dispossessed. The celebrity enters into a powerful and potentially dangerous force field, a relationship with masses of people gone slightly insane; sometimes he encounters that side of human nature that forms lynch mobs: the beast. A surreal dynamic goes to work. The famous may find their fortunes held hostage by the moods and attention spans of people they do not know. The unstable affections of fandom have a life of their own and acquire an unpredictable but nearly absolute power over one’s personal and professional fate. Fame becomes a form of primitive, dangerous religion, like snake handling.

It was always a primitive terror to be cast out of the tribe and made to wander as a stranger. Today a famous person–Arnold Schwarzenegger, say, or Sylvester Stallone, those universal action figures whose films require the fewest subtitles and therefore address masses most eloquently in remote cultures–might go anywhere on earth and never be a stranger. Is that desirable? Or a horror? Such planetary recognition may be as dangerous, in a different way, as being an unknown alien once was.

The most extreme danger comes in the form of the sort of lethal nonentity who gunned down John Lennon. Other stalkers are less murderous but more numerous. In fandom, boundaries of individuality break down and enthusiasts come to think they own the celebrity in some way. They behave with a bizarre, intrusive, proprietary aggression, as if the icon had entered their own head (as indeed the icon has) and thereby relinquished all rights of privacy and courtesy and become a plaything of fans’ fantasy. Madonna has said that one of the worst things about being famous is that you cannot put your trash out on the sidewalk in front of your house: someone will plunder it. Autograph hunters are the most benign of stalkers. The press, to a divorced princess, an actress or the U.S. President, represents a complex evil and professional necessity. The predations celebrities fear most from the press, especially photographers, are intrusions into the lives of their children.