tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post1345639879931834488..comments2023-12-31T18:00:06.518+05:30Comments on Norwegian Wood: March Harehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179423902475376450noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-31241854075654108462007-04-24T22:43:00.000+05:302007-04-24T22:43:00.000+05:30damn you!! wish you didn't do all this nostalgia-n...damn you!! wish you didn't do all this nostalgia-nigrono... :(yippeeHippiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03843443097303020780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-24757658518440824032007-04-22T22:07:00.000+05:302007-04-22T22:07:00.000+05:30bimbo, tui kobi.oi barite akbar jaoa jabe re? seri...bimbo, tui kobi.<BR/><BR/>oi barite akbar jaoa jabe re? seriously jiggesh korchhi... lobh hochhe.Kaichuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07428750914182751882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-19537770521936951132007-04-21T23:19:00.000+05:302007-04-21T23:19:00.000+05:30i remember the good ol' days.boromashi, sohanda, m...i remember the good ol' days.boromashi, sohanda, meshomashai, ma , baba, the entire lot.......us playing around, running like maniacs, remember my index finger getting jammed on the gate outside....<BR/><BR/>damned memories....Subhayuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01368710588075772534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-20213502063886326022007-04-21T17:19:00.000+05:302007-04-21T17:19:00.000+05:30This is very sad. Just read Doyeeta's moving story...This is very sad. Just read Doyeeta's moving story. We're having our childhood's taken away, chhotobelar kota jayega, manush ar jinish chole gele mone hoy chhotobelatai chole gelo. Chole toh geloi. I've always lived in the same house and probably always will have this house to come home too but there is a house a dream about often. Didar bari, I dream about it regularly and they're not happy dreams.La Figlia Che Piangehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18054189552538980599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-59419920924930139852007-04-19T19:49:00.000+05:302007-04-19T19:49:00.000+05:30Having moved some 7 times in my life so far, I kno...Having moved some 7 times in my life so far, I know what you're talking about. But atleast I'm back to my smelly house now. Although I still miss my totally brilliant little flat in Dunlop Estate. My own little room, with a little verandah, overlooking miles and miles of rolling meadows, weird "dewal-almari"s, with my stuff stashed away, and my scrawls all over the doors. I still have the doors(believe it or not, I brought them back with me).......and the memories I guess will never fade.....neither will the yearning......Deepanjan Ghoshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-23699327370806928672007-04-16T22:28:00.000+05:302007-04-16T22:28:00.000+05:30hah! soon we will get to exchange moving stories (...hah! soon we will get to exchange moving stories (pun intended)!!<BR/>i guess i don't hafta say "I know exactly what u mean" for u to know i DO know exactly what u mean!!! it will be exactly one year since i moved to my new apartment on 22nd of this month. Remember me ranting about my new "hotel ghor"? it still feels like a hotel ghor and on these brilliant spring and summer afternoons, i still dream of my lovely chaat.scorpionragzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13308741310934928104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-40284689609021521212007-04-12T19:54:00.000+05:302007-04-12T19:54:00.000+05:30I know that place, I have been there, memories of...I know that place, I have been there, memories of childhood are well preserved in those 'nona-dhora' walls. It is the whispering house and it will forever echo with the laughter of five children trying to call spirits from the past on a cold February afternoon. Thats the charm of the old rustic places....you know your past is safe and secure....the walls are dependable, the 'chik' lets enough of air and light through but is will never let those unheard tears diffuse out.....it was your refuge and a place that I much cherished myself.......it is a nicer home and I bet, we all loved it.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00735883289115056073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-57578099885029289332007-04-12T15:42:00.000+05:302007-04-12T15:42:00.000+05:30Thats a beautiful house.I know of so many people w...Thats a beautiful house.<BR/><BR/>I know of so many people who moved from beautiful houses to nice flats.<BR/>I wish all of them wrote as feelingly about their houses as you do about this old house.<BR/><BR/>And hey! you changed the template!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-20052252849709308312007-04-12T01:44:00.000+05:302007-04-12T01:44:00.000+05:30shifting took place when i was in class 8.in the l...shifting took place when i was in class 8.in the last few days of our stay in that old house i remember myself going to the 'chhat' more often than usual.........and to the 'chilekothar ghor'which was the store room for the house and a 'shorgorajjo'for me........it was the place where i used to keep everything which i was not allowed to keep.....the place for my 'fnach-fnach'after every scolding......where i used to hide all those stolen chocolates and 'aachars' ......the place where i used to do my own bits of 'goendagiri'with those broken stuffs and 'addikaler'magazines which were duumped there.......and the place for'shopner-jal-bona' and drooling over my latest crush........<BR/>in my new house everything was so new that i failed connecting with them........i missed those cracked ceilings,the'laal mejhe',the 'chun khoshe pora' walls,the ashothho gaach growing from here and there,the old furnitures........and the 'chilekothar ghor'...........now though i have come to terms with the newness of this house...........i still miss my 'chilekotha'.........like kodlu di said.........at that time i didn't have the oppurtunity to put all this online......but i still have my old diary full of ratings between the two houses....and it goes without saying.........my chilekotha always won over the new flat........<BR/>i can very well perceive your feelings bimbo.......<BR/>it is like the childhood being taken away from us........at least for me it is still so.......Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788383.post-36282942644387084282007-04-12T00:51:00.000+05:302007-04-12T00:51:00.000+05:30When I shifted I was in class 1. Internet and comp...When I shifted I was in class 1. Internet and computers were not as rampant, blogging was unknown.... its a pity, I did not chronicle my virgin emotions...<BR/><BR/><BR/>But on a second thought I did not quite understand what was going on for a good 1 month untill i started to miss bori bhaja, aam er achar, the milky smell of my thakuma, whom I used to cuddle in the night and sleep, the sweet aroma or narkol er naru, stealing takti from big tin containers, watching the ramayana and the mahavarat while leaning on thakuma, the bhog made up of rice, boiled potato and ghee, fighting over thakurmar jhuli, breakfast at moi ma's, lunch at chotoma's and dinner at thakuma's....<BR/><BR/>I still miss those....<BR/><BR/>and I know how you feel...<BR/><BR/>*a big warm hug*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com