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Description:From the AuthorMy first meeting with Princess Brinda, Maharani of Kapurthala, took place at tea in the crystal-chandeliered dining room of the old and elegant Hotel Sulgrave on Park Avenue. The appointment was arranged by my literary agent after I agreed to consider authoring a book on the maharani's extraordinary royal life. She was anxious for her story to be told and although I was a very young woman at the time I was touched by the elderly monarch's poignant story of a princess manipulated and betrayed.Despite my deep sympathy for her plight it was crucial that as author I retain the freedom of my own perceptions. So before work could begin it was necessary for the maharani to accept the stipulation not to interfere with my text or read the manuscript before publication. The maharani agreed and the project went forward with a series of meetings and interviews.Hers was a fascinating tale of contrasts and conflicts set against the colorful background of India at the height of royal excess as it emerged from the 19th century, and in Paris where an aristocratic Mecca welcomed displaced royalty into the jazz age.She was a ravishing beauty then, who with her princely husband, destined to be maharaja, was the toast of Paris in the 1920's and 30's. They were in "jewels in the crown" of French society, mingling with deposed European crowned heads including King Alfonso of Spain and Queen Marie of Rumania, along with famed artist and writers of jazz-age Paris. Cole Porter wrote the tune " Let's Misbehave" for Princess Brinda, Gaylord Hauser (health lood mentor to Greta Garbo) praised her beauty and creaminess of skin which he claimed was due to her vegetarian diet while famed British photographer Cccii Beaton captured her in an exquisite portrait.On her 1936 visit to New York she dazzled Vanity Fair magazine who wrote. Princess Brinda of Kapurthala, daughter~in~law of the Maharaja, had every woman green with envy. Her collection of jewels would make Tiffany and Cartier turn in their vaults. Emeralds the size of walnuts hung from her ears and diamond necklaces by the yard circled her throat.But all that ended when the old maharaja insisted his son take another wife to produce a male heir for the royal dynasty, Princess Brinda had three daughters but could bear no more children. A second wife was not uncommon in India but years spent in Europe had westernized the princess and the idea of supplanting her in this way was humiliating and unacceptable.The maharani began to live a life separate from the prince and became something of a wanderer. The cacher of her royal status made her welcome to socialite friends all over the world but her grief was still there and she was experiencing financial difficulties. One day, she opened a box to show me six or seven huge emeralds resting on black velvet. They were incredible, flawless, the luminous green of the Aegean Sea. She was loath to part with her precious emeralds but the renowned jewelers, Van Cleef & Arpels, had offered a munificent sum to acquire them.After the book was published we lost touch for some time. When I heard from the maharani again I was married and living in Goshen, New York with my husband and three young children on a neglected estate in a old rambling house which we were restoring. She hoped to stay with us for a week and I looked forward to seeing her again.She made herself at home, even rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen to teach me how to cook a real Indian curry, not the cream sauce with curry powder I had known before. This was a marvel of onions, spices, vegetables or meat, longcooked and succulent.The maharani was appalled at my involvement with my children and the household. "Elaine, you have too much talent to waste your time on all this nonsense!" she told me.On the other hand, she was still the princess. Our Dutch housekeeper came in early to take care of the children and do the cooking and I was able to sleep a bit longer in the morning. However, the maharani couldn't let me rest. She'd come to my door at eight o'clock and band on it shouting, "Elaine, Elaine, I must have my tea!" Grudgingly, I'd tear myself out of bed and go down to prepare her breakfast. But I also understood her need.The maharani cut quite a dashing figure the afternoon we took her to the Hambletonian Races, Goshen's claim to fame. She wore a Parisian outfit of a gleaming white satin tunic with flowing pants and ropes of pearls hanging over her neck. She showed me the ring on her finger, a large emerald set in gold. It looked flawless to me but she explained it was a faux stone, made in Paris."People think it's real, " she whispered, with a laugh. They can't believe a maharani would wear fake."Before leaving she invited me to India. "Come stay with me at my palace in Kapurthaia and write."It was a tempting offer but I couldn't leave my young family nor did I feel it safe to bring them along to India. Some time later I made my first visit to In...We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. 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Description: From the AuthorMy first meeting with Princess Brinda, Maharani of Kapurthala, took place at tea in the crystal-chandeliered dining room of the old and elegant Hotel Sulgrave on Park Avenue. The appointment was arranged by my literary agent after I agreed to consider authoring a book on the maharani's extraordinary royal life. She was anxious for her story to be told and although I was a very young woman at the time I was touched by the elderly monarch's poignant story of a princess manipulated and betrayed.Despite my deep sympathy for her plight it was crucial that as author I retain the freedom of my own perceptions. So before work could begin it was necessary for the maharani to accept the stipulation not to interfere with my text or read the manuscript before publication. The maharani agreed and the project went forward with a series of meetings and interviews.Hers was a fascinating tale of contrasts and conflicts set against the colorful background of India at the height of royal excess as it emerged from the 19th century, and in Paris where an aristocratic Mecca welcomed displaced royalty into the jazz age.She was a ravishing beauty then, who with her princely husband, destined to be maharaja, was the toast of Paris in the 1920's and 30's. They were in "jewels in the crown" of French society, mingling with deposed European crowned heads including King Alfonso of Spain and Queen Marie of Rumania, along with famed artist and writers of jazz-age Paris. Cole Porter wrote the tune " Let's Misbehave" for Princess Brinda, Gaylord Hauser (health lood mentor to Greta Garbo) praised her beauty and creaminess of skin which he claimed was due to her vegetarian diet while famed British photographer Cccii Beaton captured her in an exquisite portrait.On her 1936 visit to New York she dazzled Vanity Fair magazine who wrote. Princess Brinda of Kapurthala, daughter~in~law of the Maharaja, had every woman green with envy. Her collection of jewels would make Tiffany and Cartier turn in their vaults. Emeralds the size of walnuts hung from her ears and diamond necklaces by the yard circled her throat.But all that ended when the old maharaja insisted his son take another wife to produce a male heir for the royal dynasty, Princess Brinda had three daughters but could bear no more children. A second wife was not uncommon in India but years spent in Europe had westernized the princess and the idea of supplanting her in this way was humiliating and unacceptable.The maharani began to live a life separate from the prince and became something of a wanderer. The cacher of her royal status made her welcome to socialite friends all over the world but her grief was still there and she was experiencing financial difficulties. One day, she opened a box to show me six or seven huge emeralds resting on black velvet. They were incredible, flawless, the luminous green of the Aegean Sea. She was loath to part with her precious emeralds but the renowned jewelers, Van Cleef & Arpels, had offered a munificent sum to acquire them.After the book was published we lost touch for some time. When I heard from the maharani again I was married and living in Goshen, New York with my husband and three young children on a neglected estate in a old rambling house which we were restoring. She hoped to stay with us for a week and I looked forward to seeing her again.She made herself at home, even rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen to teach me how to cook a real Indian curry, not the cream sauce with curry powder I had known before. This was a marvel of onions, spices, vegetables or meat, longcooked and succulent.The maharani was appalled at my involvement with my children and the household. "Elaine, you have too much talent to waste your time on all this nonsense!" she told me.On the other hand, she was still the princess. Our Dutch housekeeper came in early to take care of the children and do the cooking and I was able to sleep a bit longer in the morning. However, the maharani couldn't let me rest. She'd come to my door at eight o'clock and band on it shouting, "Elaine, Elaine, I must have my tea!" Grudgingly, I'd tear myself out of bed and go down to prepare her breakfast. But I also understood her need.The maharani cut quite a dashing figure the afternoon we took her to the Hambletonian Races, Goshen's claim to fame. She wore a Parisian outfit of a gleaming white satin tunic with flowing pants and ropes of pearls hanging over her neck. She showed me the ring on her finger, a large emerald set in gold. It looked flawless to me but she explained it was a faux stone, made in Paris."People think it's real, " she whispered, with a laugh. They can't believe a maharani would wear fake."Before leaving she invited me to India. "Come stay with me at my palace in Kapurthaia and write."It was a tempting offer but I couldn't leave my young family nor did I feel it safe to bring them along to India. Some time later I made my first visit to In...We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with [(Maharani: Memoirs of a Rebellious Princess * * )] [Author: Elaine Williams] [Jun-2000]. To get started finding [(Maharani: Memoirs of a Rebellious Princess * * )] [Author: Elaine Williams] [Jun-2000], you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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