tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266485.post2372988051628711840..comments2023-09-13T17:44:12.094+05:30Comments on My search for meanings...: remembering papaAshutoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15302420979358848404noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266485.post-28792518050505020582007-11-02T13:30:00.000+05:302007-11-02T13:30:00.000+05:30Very touching Ashutosh, very touching. You should ...Very touching Ashutosh, very touching. You should write. My compliments.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266485.post-5683951412287544972007-09-13T17:17:00.000+05:302007-09-13T17:17:00.000+05:30Dear Anurag,You are free to be as informal as you ...Dear Anurag,<BR/><BR/>You are free to be as informal as you would like to be.<BR/><BR/>It was nice to hear from you, I least expected a response you. Somewhere I had started to believe that you were turning to analytical. <BR/><BR/>Yes, I am learning to come out of my shell and let my feeling show. However, the irony is that none of it has happened as I expected it. All that I write comes out of catharsis, its merely a process of purging. <BR/><BR/>-AshuAshutoshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15302420979358848404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266485.post-90487256869553963552007-09-13T02:27:00.000+05:302007-09-13T02:27:00.000+05:30That piece of writing was very nicely put into wor...That piece of writing was very nicely put into words. This is the first time I am leaving a comment on a blog so I do not know how informal it can get. But as much as and as long as I have seen or known you, I find it as a very positive development. I mean, one come across many horizons, reach there and even look back. See all that happened to you....and then even finally except some. And again you watch ahead... There are again new horizons to be reached or crossed!<BR/><BR/>Good job. Keep writing.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03211092656644858389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266485.post-27550537803132076762007-09-13T02:23:00.000+05:302007-09-13T02:23:00.000+05:30This comment has been removed by the author.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03211092656644858389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266485.post-60933848055399390252007-09-10T08:51:00.000+05:302007-09-10T08:51:00.000+05:30@mired mirageVery aptly put. "The flames are all g...@mired mirage<BR/><BR/>Very aptly put. <BR/><BR/>"The flames are all gone but the pain lingers on..." sang Pink Floyd in one there legendary songs (Song Title: Goodbye blue sky, Album: The Wall).<BR/><BR/>Its been fourteen years and still the void remains, so I cant say that time heals & that I have got used to it, it still hurts the same way whenever I am reminded. I for one will never be able to get over it, sometimes it also makes me feel that I lack the necessary adaptation skills and stick out of the crowd, but again thats just me.<BR/><BR/>However, what I have learnt is to accept these feelings. After a very long phase of abnegation, I am coming to terms with myself. For a long time I was living in a facade, always smiling and pretending in front of others, disguising myself, only to find that at the end of the day when I entered my room and shut the door I was the lonelier than ever before. Tired, drained out and emotionally exhausted. <BR/> <BR/>The darkest hour is the just before the sunlight goes a saying and it is something that I have experienced. I have (and still am in a process) gone a gradual metamorphosis. Just a stone buried deep beneath the earth surface, which after years of compressed pressure and immense heat, undergoes a permanent irreversible chemical change and transforms.<BR/><BR/>I am gradually moving towards a stage where I am ready to live out, accept and share my feelings. People say its not easy to be strong, but I feel its far more difficult to be weak. <BR/><BR/>This feels like catharsis. I am feeling lighter and am sincerely thankful to you to give my thoughts a direction and help me put soo much of my feelings into words. <BR/><BR/>-AshutoshAshutoshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15302420979358848404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15266485.post-45664078985082236892007-09-08T13:51:00.000+05:302007-09-08T13:51:00.000+05:30there r some pains which just refuse to go.this pa...there r some pains which just refuse to go.this pain is like that only. u'll get used to it ultimately but will never get over it. i believe in two things..<BR/>1. ppl live as long as we remember them.<BR/>2. parents live thru their children. what r u? physically u r just the combination of ur mom's and dad's genes.<BR/>hey seems like we have read and liked the same books. the only book that i have not read from ur list is the motorcycle one. its on the list of 'to be read' books.<BR/>thanks for visiting my blog.<BR/>ghubhuti basuti<BR/>http://ghughutibasuti.blogspot.com/<BR/>miredmirage <BR/>http://miredmiragemusings.blogspot.com/ghughutibasutihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06098260346298529829noreply@blogger.com