tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post4264789577373842324..comments2023-05-02T18:25:15.577+05:30Comments on Buckets of Rain...: Losing Chunks.little boxeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07011839933124378047noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post-12423610203155052502010-02-17T23:39:31.655+05:302010-02-17T23:39:31.655+05:30Who was Mitra Aunty? The principal? I am blogroll...Who was Mitra Aunty? The principal? I am blogrolling you.Shreyasi Ghoshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15439179790100349090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post-5298234013144467182010-02-16T02:51:47.639+05:302010-02-16T02:51:47.639+05:30@shreyasi: yes i did,even told arijita about it :)...@shreyasi: yes i did,even told arijita about it :)<br />i remember Mary Aunty and Mitra Aunty.little boxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07011839933124378047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post-62529685163959573862010-02-16T00:38:55.435+05:302010-02-16T00:38:55.435+05:30You went to Rainbow School???? We must have fought...You went to Rainbow School???? We must have fought over the swing/slip at least once then!! I remember Mary Aunty,Pallavi Aunty and Big Aunty(the principal)Shreyasi Ghoshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15439179790100349090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post-87164989142836152052010-02-08T18:37:53.890+05:302010-02-08T18:37:53.890+05:30nice post! like the idea of parts of us literally ...nice post! like the idea of parts of us literally fading away and new parts emerging-really distant and quaint..Ephemerahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07814895429944733505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post-26664654748907600952010-02-08T14:51:16.857+05:302010-02-08T14:51:16.857+05:30truly said. the magic of childhood fades away desp...truly said. the magic of childhood fades away despite the best of our efforts to retain it. and later in the gathering dusk we're left to brood and clutch futiley at something that has now passed away for good.Aruni RChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16123981777432496949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post-25237222679196121272010-02-07T18:33:09.797+05:302010-02-07T18:33:09.797+05:30We all grow up...but there's always the child ...We all grow up...but there's always the child hidden somewhere in the depths of our adulthood....Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03772143090757573016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post-62757938098692518072010-02-06T10:19:46.921+05:302010-02-06T10:19:46.921+05:30Wow its so full of emos...it brings me tears....:(...Wow its so full of emos...it brings me tears....:(<br /><br />n all I'd say....<br /><br />Oh shall I hav to say you goodbye?<br />With pieces of memoirs<br />All settled neatly<br />Which now seems like a fairytale.<br /><br />Oh is it easier to say a goodbye?<br /><br />@ neel ya ya it reminds me of little prince too...luvd it soo mch!!!!Wild Strawberryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00682161462133748734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post-82619893658698694572010-02-05T01:19:57.167+05:302010-02-05T01:19:57.167+05:30your prose is magical bedatri. It reminded me of.....your prose is magical bedatri. It reminded me of....<br /><br />" Here, then, is a great mystery. For you who also love the little prince, and for me, nothing in the universe can be the same if somewhere, we do not know where, a sheep that we never saw has--yes or no?--eaten a rose . . .<br /><br />Look up at the sky. Ask yourselves: is it yes or no? Has the sheep eaten the flower? And you will see how everything changes . . .<br /><br />And no grown-up will ever understand that this is a matter of so much importance! "Neelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07142918619777171516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post-36374571096455317502010-02-02T19:41:15.748+05:302010-02-02T19:41:15.748+05:30Lovely post. We all grew up with Holden, and while...Lovely post. We all grew up with Holden, and while many of us don't identify with him any longer (as in, we've grown out of that teen angst), he was still a major part of our adolescent lives.<br />RIP Salinger. And thanks to him, we had such a realistic character to identify with, and to turn to.Magically Boredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00689084060646607534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post-77280014555606702472010-02-01T15:50:20.705+05:302010-02-01T15:50:20.705+05:30I'm sure I've said this before but even th...I'm sure I've said this before but even though your'e young only once you can be immature forever.The Reluctant Rebelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18408663191253344571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post-39432681756333116292010-02-01T13:02:06.338+05:302010-02-01T13:02:06.338+05:30You know i realize as i grow old...there is so lit...You know i realize as i grow old...there is so little of even those things that we take for granted that we ought to get up straight that life's passing by every single moment!<br />I went back to my old school a year back and it stood exactly as it..only it didn't look towering enough anymore. <br />I often dream of my old school. That place has a strange presence in the subliminal world for my psyche..only I have no way of contacting it first hand anymore.<br />It must only live out of my memories.Pearl https://www.blogger.com/profile/12559027600304501368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post-88173966779029120972010-02-01T10:26:31.996+05:302010-02-01T10:26:31.996+05:30Even though it certainly does have to all go one d...Even though it certainly does have to all go one day, we look back at our childhood as this cocoon we want to escape to.Somehow, the anger, confusion or sorrow of adult life appears to be more 'real' and does not have a quick fix.Holding onto your moment of magic is a wise thing,you'll need it.We all will.storytellerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00228253627269930414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702927434455018993.post-88001744562264058662010-02-01T07:16:31.923+05:302010-02-01T07:16:31.923+05:30Plasticine again. :)
I've never read Salinger...Plasticine again. :)<br /><br />I've never read Salinger. But you did remind me of Miss Christine Fox, my kindergarten teacher. Anglo-Indian, she's supposed to have loved me, as I'm told by my aunt. Reminds me of my aunt who took me to school today, whose calls I don't attend much because she keeps asking how I am, and I guess I'm scared to say I don't know. <br /><br />Childhood doesn't have to go. Even if it did, it just takes a little bit of resurrection to get it back. A couple of teardrops and a little smile.Karthik Purushothamanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08580757495657558373noreply@blogger.com