No one is blogging.
I don't have much to write about either.
will be soon shifting from colony-mode to apna ghar wala mode.
will really miss diwali celebrations and football ground and basketball court even though i never played.
Once upon a time there lived a sweet family, all in coherence with each other. 'tis was a time when the word 'dysfunctional' was unheard of . The kids used to study hard and play harder. The mom used to cook dinner and make her children learn the intricacies of addittion and fractions . Every Dussehra she used to draw on the chart papers for her daughter's school project. She taught her son the art of bicycling. Winter mornings were spent making up "snow" and as evening came a big red star would be put up . Socks used to be hung in excitement about what Santa would bring. 9pm would be the time to turn in .
Then that time would come . Mom would let them miss the noon nap . And with baited breath they used to wait for him to come . Dad used to bring along crackers of all shapes, sizes and colors. 'Tis they celebrated together.
I don't have much to write about either.
will be soon shifting from colony-mode to apna ghar wala mode.
will really miss diwali celebrations and football ground and basketball court even though i never played.
Once upon a time there lived a sweet family, all in coherence with each other. 'tis was a time when the word 'dysfunctional' was unheard of . The kids used to study hard and play harder. The mom used to cook dinner and make her children learn the intricacies of addittion and fractions . Every Dussehra she used to draw on the chart papers for her daughter's school project. She taught her son the art of bicycling. Winter mornings were spent making up "snow" and as evening came a big red star would be put up . Socks used to be hung in excitement about what Santa would bring. 9pm would be the time to turn in .
Then that time would come . Mom would let them miss the noon nap . And with baited breath they used to wait for him to come . Dad used to bring along crackers of all shapes, sizes and colors. 'Tis they celebrated together.
22 comments:
Nostalgia !
someone bring back those days please :(
Hmmm... wow!! Was teleported to school days :(
Gal... though a terrific post to drive nostalgic feeling but I somehow felt that this is a hurried post... :) bahut jaldi me likha gaya with an abrupt end... lekin as always a strong post which somehow reminded me of those beautiful days... colony life is always good aur mujhe woh miss karte hue 10 saal ho gaye hain... :) (But beech me hostel life tha.. ) )
The Memories shall stay always
:( sad that time's changed so much....
something for u to cheer:
http://www.pakspectator.com/interview-with-blogger-madhuri-rahul-dravid/
:P
amar prothom paoya aankar khata,
amar prothom lekha kobita,
sei chhelbelar, sopno hajar,
gechhe hariye kon sagar-e
majhi re, o majhi re,
dekhechho ki tumi tare?
majhi re, o majhi re,
dekhechho ki tumi tare?
nouko amar, chhele belar, kagoj-er
:), I feel sad now .
@peter
really :(
@Amrita
:) itne kam age me i have to say " aah good ol' days"
@Resurgence
ya as i mentioned i didnt have much to write about . maybe i couldnt put words to what i felt so the sense of hurriedness.
thanx ofr liking it :)
@standbymind
yes they will
@Mads
oi check your blog comments section :)
@Tyro
:) manoj kumar
:( nice post, saddie hogai.. hugs
missed not reading ur blog. after reading this, regretted not reading ur posts earlier!
nice one re
tat ws nostalgic...
n abt blogging..yah no one is blogging tes dys..
i mean many ren't ...making new frnds n losing them is sad..
hey gal in ma post i mentioned u only...
:)
ya i'll reply to the comments later...so will reply to ur comment here specially :D
arre yes re i love u and ur blog isliye wrote ur name :O
*grumpy face that u dont believe me*
u deserve it :)
and abbe...interviewer is female not male :P
ur biased towards men kya :P
@sweet addiction
to mat ho :)
@raphael
me too . and then i went back and read your previous posts too :D
@priya joice
arree after some days i will propound why i'm not posting regularly . but tu dukhi na ho :)
@Mads
pagal ladki main gratitude express kar rahi thi ! haan haan main tumpe vishwaas karti hu ( the next line should've been "ki tum ranjeet ke ------ ki maa banne ja rahi ho" ... but ahem ahem ki jai ho) :P
arre mujhe kaise pata chalega whether the interviewer was M/F ??
no am not biased ( *gives snob wala look*) i just thought maybe finally mads got some tota :D :D
ps- i know u r lil sad , hope this comment brought a smile .
arre mads is back now :D
no more tears, pushpa :D :)
wow.. u actually took me back in time! it was really good!
hmm... :( Feels sad to see so many ppl moving out of blogville. But i still plan to hang on while the going gets tough. This was a nostalgic post.
hugs >:D< ..nostalgic
colony.miss it :(..
awww :(
*hug*
Your psycopathetic abuse of me being some random asshole staggers me :|.
I hate that ass-hole . I am not that
shit .
(Thinks for a while ) .
DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT, .
saali have some shame. I hadn't seen the movie yet and you wrote about that jam thing
*whacks u on ur head* :|
i saw it 2 days late *sobs*
it was sooooooooooo awesome and cute and sweet and mast and awwwww. Didn't want it to end.
my mom too liked it a lot :D
ranbir. wat can I say.
*licks him*
:D
did u cry? huh huh huh? did u cry?
i cried :D
just before the interval mei wo scene hai naa. where he leaves home and comes to her and hugs her. it was so awww and saala interval ho gaya :|
and during iktara...sigh.
<3 :) love wala smiley :) if ur on FB try this smiley- <3 it makes a cute heart.
Wow! I just love your blog... formality ke liye nahi.. sachhi muchi! :) Saare post pad daale... :D
Arrey we still have these celebrations... sachhi mein fun hai.. only I no longer like crackers, but baaki sab vaisa hi hai... :) 8-> *dreamy smiley*
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