Actress Photos Actress Lisa Ray Instagram Photos and Posts – August 2017 By GethuCinema Admin August 26, 2017 Related Posts Actress Lisa Ray HD Photos and Wallpapers November 2023 Actress Lisa Ray HD Photos and Wallpapers November 2023 Actress Lisa Ray HD Photos and Wallpapers November 2023 Actress Lisa Ray HD Photos and Wallpapers October 2023 Actress Lisa Ray HD Photos and Wallpapers October 2023 Actress Lisa Ray HD Photos and Wallpapers October 2023 Share This Post FacebookTwitterPinterestWhatsAppReddItTelegram The folds of her sari cover her skin like a warrior’s armour that you must brave to really get to know her. Lines of Bandhani appear like borders across her figure. And at that moment, as you watch her enjoying her space and sinking comfortably into her own skin, you remember that this is a woman who has fought battles. . . The Jamban Journals is a dedicated documentation of journeys – Of Women and our Sarees. Be a part of this journey and watch them evolve…each in their own way. A playful amalgamation of territories & traditions, this collection of contemporary sarees is Medium’s experimentation with Bengal’s extra weft weaving delicately syncing with Gujarat’s indigenous tie-dye techniques. Lisa Ray shot by Dhruv Girish Satija sari and words @mediumbyriddhijain image @dhruv.satija Eight years ago I embarked on a health odyssey I decided to chronicle in a blog called #TheYellowDiaries. A lot has changed, both in myself and the world. I think it’s time to revisit #TheYellowDiaries and share some of the words here both to remind myself and connect with you from the deepest part of myself. FROM THE MARROW Sept 7, 2009 A few months ago my bone marrow started sending me messages. The signals: I was always exhausted, pale, drained, and completely depleted of red blood cells. The lack of oxygen made me a serial yawner and spacier than a displaced Czarina. Little did I know, but my hemoglobin had fallen to levels where even a dedicated Blood sucker would turn their thoughts to revival. In between work and travel in India this year, I got a routine blood test and the results sent me to the hospital for a blood transfusion. But not a reason to stop and, like, change my life? The attempt to communicate probably started earlier. Time when I was ‘busy’. Building a career and impersonating myself. Travelling a lot and stock-piling impressions and drama and super hyped destinations and a life in ‘art’. So I couldn’t hear my marrow gently carbonating. Trying to get my attention. Instead of tuning in to my body, I tuned out like a landlocked pirate tuning out the sounds of the sea. And then I stopped travelling and returned to Canada. Got myself tested by Dr Susy Lin, landed in emergency and eventually got full membership into the Cancer Club. That’s how I found out I have Multiple Myeloma. Cancer Club, Multiple Myeloma Division, June 2009. Don’t get me wrong. Its true the deepest crises are moments of great opportunity. An event that shocks you into seeing with heart. A place from which to combine survival and celebration. Our boy Lance Armstrong called his Cancer survivor story: a Journey Back to Life. I believe. (Cont’d) When you catch her in the dizzy of the moment, you see beyond her layers. Contouring around her is so much more than a Sari. It is her land, an intangible plane filled with her dreams, her needs, her quests, her love and her suffering. The next time you see a woman in a sari, look out for the land she comes from, the one that lurks in her head. And you will truly know her. . . The Jamban Journals is a dedicated documentation of journeys – Of Women and our Sarees. Be a part of this journey and watch them evolve…each in their own way. A playful amalgamation of territories & traditions, this collection of contemporary sarees is Medium’s experimentation with Bengal’s extra weft weaving delicately syncing with Gujarat’s indigenous tie-dye techniques. Lisa Ray shot by Dhruv Girish Satija sari and words @mediumbyriddhijain image @dhruv.satija Repost from @mediumbyriddhijain using @RepostRegramApp – Conversations. The place is raw and unpretentious, a reflection of the woman, herself. Conversation pours from her mouth like the tide meeting a stream. And you’re gasping to keep up with her as she talks about the nature of modern technology, it’s ill effects, the cool diffidence of the tech giants in Silicon Valley, and suddenly skids into Chinese politics and the death of Liu Xiaobo. You can’t help but notice the intelligence lurking behind her hazel eyes. . . The Jamban Journals is a dedicated documentation of journeys – Of Women and our Sarees. Be a part of this journey and watch them evolve…each in their own way. A playful amalgamation of territories & traditions, this collection of contemporary sarees is Medium’s experimentation with Bengal’s extra weft weaving delicately syncing with Gujarat’s indigenous tie-dye techniques. @lisaraniray shot by @dhruv.satija More than 20 years ago, a classic by my old friend #denzilsequeira @elsewheregoa Perfected this ‘sultry pout’ in the mirror as a teenager and got way TOO much mileage out of it in India in the 90s. Match Point. Private tour of the #Acropolis museum in #Athens a few summers ago confirms what we’ve always known: women are the pillars of our society 😜 We were just discussing Kurosawa – and I seem to have misplaced my spectacles. Repost from @mediumbyriddhijain using @RepostRegramApp – Happy Accidents. She wears a striking red sari that she says, reminds her of her Bengali father and Polish mother. She has a picture of them stashed away in her phone. When she raises a bindi to her forehead and hands you an elusive smile, you feel the layers on her skin dissolving. Oh! I never planned to be a model or an actor. She remarks casually. It’s one of those happy accidents. The rain lashes against her voice as she sits cocooned inside glass walls. Her voice resonates as she points out, ironically, how removed Mumbai is from divinity despite being surrounded by temples, Mosques and Churches. . . The Jamban Journals is a dedicated documentation of journeys – Of Women and our Sarees. Be a part of this journey and watch them evolve…each in their own way. A playful amalgamation of territories & traditions, this collection of contemporary sarees is Medium’s experimentation with Bengal’s extra weft weaving delicately syncing with Gujarat’s indigenous tie-dye techniques. @lisaraniray shot by @dhruv.satija Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free Where the world has not been broken up into fragments By narrow domestic walls Where words come out from the depth of truth Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit Where the mind is led forward by thee Into ever-widening thought and action Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake by Rabindranath Tagore #independenceday #letusstrivefortruefreedom #BelovedIndia Here’s what #yoga means to me: Falling in love with myself, and everyplace I thought was unreachable. More than fifteen years of practise and on my best days, when I get on the mat, I’m just a beginner, revelling in dismantling my physical limits- and who I believe I am. Posing post two consecutive classes at my new yoga studio @yogauphk in the new ‘hood. Wearing @satva_india, all organic, all sattvic. DB North Plaza If you ever find yourself in the company of a survivor, always ask them: What next? Because they defeated their demons for a reason. Ask this woman, what she would do, if the doing could re-define her. And she will tell you, without skipping a beat-Write. Creation is just that. Be it the collision of tie-dye and weaving or the recreation from discarded threads or the evolution of geometric motifs from walls and windows. At the end of the day, it is imagination re-defined. . . The Jamban Journals is a dedicated documentation of journeys – Of Women and our Sarees. Be a part of this journey and watch them evolve…each in their own way. A playful amalgamation of territories & traditions, this collection of contemporary sarees is Medium’s experimentation with Bengal’s extra weft weaving delicately syncing with Gujarat’s indigenous tie-dye techniques. Lisa Ray shot by Dhruv Girish Satija sari and words @mediumbyriddhijain image @dhruv.satija New views. New home. #gypsying #expatlife New views. New home. #Expatlife #nomadicwomen #gypsysoul Mighty are the buildings. Mightier is the sea. #HongKong Eight years ago I embarked on a health odyssey I chronicled in a blog called #TheYellowDiaries. A lot has changed, both in myself and the world. I think it’s time to revisit #TheYellowDiaries and share some of the words here both to remind myself and connect with you from the deepest part of myself. #TheYellowDiaries FROM THE MARROW September 7, 2009 (Cont’d) I believe. But right now I’m a Cancer intern, covert social watcher and I’m doing all this against the backdrop of deciding whether to appear at the Toronto International Film Festival and wondering if I should have cancelled that meeting with that director while bloated up on my ‘roids’ or I should have just come clean. ‘Yes- I have cancer. The meds shift the shape of my body in ways I can’t predict- but I can still perform torridly well and are looks really still that important in showbiz anyways? I have so much more to say now than ever before…’ Should have said it. Didn’t. But I’m writing this blog. I’m not sure why and that’s probably the best beginning. Many people become members of the cancer club. Loads of artists struggle with a the capricious nature of our business. There’s lots of ‘coming home’ stories out there. Maybe I’m just finally listening to my marrow. I asked around if I should speak openly about getting diagnosed recently with Multiple Myeloma. Some advised me to keep my ‘condition’ a secret as it could negatively affect my career. Buh? I’m plumper, redder, more energetic and wily than ever before- Kiss me like I’ve been kidnapped! Tara Maclean, one of my closest friends talked about how the role of an artist is to use every experience- especially the painful ones- and transform them by sharing. Laura Simms my NY based professional Story teller/surrogate jewish mother highlighted the ‘pathology of perfection’ which we suffer from in this age. How celebrity culture and media create unrealistic expectations in ourselves and others and how perhaps sharing my experiences in preparing for the Toronto Film Festival juxtaposed with my ongoing chemotherapy and treatments could inform and loosen these expectations. Image @farrokhchothia Eclipsed. With morning views like this, we might not vacation for a while. #HongKong Our Ganesha likes #Sprungli #happyganeshchaturthi🙏 #chocolateofferings Eight years ago I was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma, an incurable blood cancer. I chronicled my health odyssey in a blood #TheYellowDiaries and I’m sharing snippets here to remind myself, and to connect with you from the deeper part of myself 🙏🏼 Gently Carbonating, Sept. 8, 2009 #TheYellowDiaries I was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma on June 23rd. Started my first cycle of treatment July 2nd. Not long ago. For me, it was a relief to hear what was wrong. The plasma cells in my bone marrow were rampaging, multiplying, squeezing out the red blood cells and it was time to begin doing something about it. I was also tired of being tired all the time. And you just know when something is not kosher with your body. So when I sat there and got the news I didn’t react and I didn’t cry. I’m an actress, believe me, I can be dramatic. Not just then though. First the facts. Myeloma is incurable. It’s a relatively rare cancer of the bone marrow that affects about 6000 Canadians. Every year, approximately 2100 more cases are diagnosed. I’m a junior Member in many ways, having been diagnosed at 37, while the average age is 65. Makes the disease not quite as ‘Sexy’ as other Cancers. But we can change that. In the industry I’m in, you could say, its motive alone that gives character to your acting. So today with Velcade and, Revlimid and other promising new treatments in the pipeline our survival rates are improving. But only with an ever expanding toolbox of treatments and awareness can this Cancer be beat. So I’m going to do everything I can to wrench the spotlight onto Myeloma and Cancer Awareness. I believe it can be cured. That’s the Dirty Realist in me. Repost from @mediumbyriddhijain using @RepostRegramApp – The world knows her as an actress. She says it was an accident. A few know she is a warrior and a survivor. Less than a few know that she’s an activist. If you ask her, she’d always wanted to be a writer. She is @lisaraniray . She is the protestpoet. . . The First Collision. The woman wears a face that the world recognizes, rushing past the bewildering layers beneath. They cover her skin like a warrior’s armor that you must brave to really get to know her. That first moment of interaction with the flesh and bone of her is a little explosion on it’s own, as she prances about in her sanctuary. Stepping into her house is like walking through a looking glass, and getting a glimpse of her sans the layers. The interiors are fashioned to slip into the depths of nature. To make you forget that you’re in Mumbai. To make you remember that you are simply in her land. . . The Jamban Journals is a dedicated documentation of journeys – Of Women and our Sarees. Be a part of this journey and watch them evolve…each in their own way. A playful amalgamation of territories & traditions, this collection of contemporary sarees is Medium’s experimentation with Bengal’s extra weft weaving delicately syncing with Gujarat’s indigenous tie-dye techniques. @lisaraniray shot by @dhruv.satija Repost from @azuka_yoga using @RepostRegramApp – . The Shakta Path . That of the goddess, is said to be the most direct, rapid and intense. . Although it requires great fortitude, dedication and enthusiasm, the Shakta Path also allows one easily to reach the goal through the grace of the goddess who cuts away all the bonds of Maya (illusion). . The directness of the Shakta spiritual path is symbolized by the paradoxical, sometimes shocking imagery of Kali, who breaks all boundaries and conventions of appearance and behavior. . For devotees who truly wish to lose their ego and attain Truth, this is the path and the goddess that will take them there. . The path of Yoga is sometimes frightening once its true nature is experienced, but by taking refuge in the fearless truth of Kali, the goal can be reached. . Such radical transformation is aptly portrayed in the form of Kali known as Chinnamasta, ‘the one with severed head’. . #shakta #spiritualpath #goddess #kali #maya #illusion #ego #appearance #truth #radical #transformation #chinnamasta #azukayoga My muse and precious friend @tishanidoshi has a collection of her sharp, exquisite, oh-so vital poetry coming out in a book called #GirlsAreComingOutoftheWoods. Tish and I met in Goa, in a place called #Elsewhere. I was immediately awash with nostalgia – though we’d never met before – and visions of tea and jam stained kitchen tables, where I imagined longer conversations. I think I felt like a scientist discovering the particle everyone denied, but you knew existed behind other forms. Here was a beautiful creature of no fixed identity with no fixed address, who travelled those invisible currents that most deny exist. She worked with words, she worked with her body, and most of all, with the grace that comes from opening to the tough questions of existence, struggling and holding emotions tenderly and close. Tish and I have made guest appearances in each other’s lives- she made it to my wedding with her lovely husband to be @carlopizzati – but perhaps unbeknownst to her, she’s actually always played a starring role in my inner life. She feels like a sister spirit and often writes the things I feel most deeply. I know she’ll keep producing beautiful work, and we’ll all be better for reading it. And quite naturally- her very being encourages me to get a move on following my own creative life in words. Let’s see how that goes. On Steroids: you are HUNGRY ALL THE TIME. When Dr. Ahmed Galal, my Hematologist at PMH gave me my first cycle of meds, he capped his recommendation off with a charming gesture that meant: Beware of sweets. Well. Sweet things aren’t the only temptation. Every cycle of treatment, I’m on Dexamethasone for four days on, then four days off. Who knew it would turn me into a free range chicken, pecking the landscape freely. I find it distracting to walk down my street without stopping for a nibble at the Pie Shack, scoping some sushi or sampling up kimchi and eggs. I’m currently obsessed with pepperettes. I had a Gollum-worthy breakdown at the counter recently when I found out they haven’t been restocked. So I’ve always been fond of food, fought my battles with food (having been a model) and finally at 37 discovered balance. Until the steroids hit that is. Then I see a plate of Halibut and Fries and my stomach goes: THAT IS MINE. I know I should be doing other things. Like, uh…healing. But so far I’ve kept up a punishingly normal schedule, even during treatments. I take meetings, write, sign contracts, teach yoga, buy a house, begin to renovate said house. It’s the covert type ‘A’ in me. My day job of manufacturing an alternative reality for a role have also come in handy. But I know I’m not trusting the situation. I’m treating my battle like its inconvenient, managing the stage like a tyrannical Bollywood choreographer, but worst of all, I’m not looking it in the eye. I’m letting the situation tyranise my heart. I need to ask for help and support. They say, name it, then you can recognise it. Then deal with it. Yup. In time. Back to Life on Steroids. The wetsuit. It’s an entirely unique experience. When I’m on steroids, I can feel my skin stretch and expand and move in ways and sensations I haven’t felt before. It can be fascinating. I bloat up to three times my normal ’size’. It’s like putting on a wetsuit. Except its kinda permanent. Until you stop taking the ‘roids. Then I deflate again. Now all this time, I understand the meds are doing their work. I can feel it. I call it Gently Carbonating.Except it feels like I have fleas. TagsLisa Ray Previous articleMeyaadha Maan | Enna Naan Seiven Song with Lyrics | Vaibhav, Priya, Indhuja | Pradeep KumarNext articleMeesaya Murukku Songs | Vaadi Pulla Vaadi Video Song | Hiphop Tamizha, Aathmika, Vivek