tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post1143262853769130008..comments2023-03-27T17:41:12.041+05:30Comments on Honestly Speaking...: Here I am...This is Me...Prachi Agrawalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099323031954973441noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-77511333014654033572009-12-22T12:24:21.037+05:302009-12-22T12:24:21.037+05:30@Pranav
Roger that. I hope for it...and dread it.
...@Pranav<br />Roger that. I hope for it...and dread it.<br /><br />@Pisra<br />Wow! It sounds so beautiful...must have been amazing in reality!Prachi Agrawalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12099323031954973441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-5859653501569383312009-12-21T20:42:55.463+05:302009-12-21T20:42:55.463+05:30okhai.so this flower is called harsringar..in telu...okhai.so this flower is called harsringar..in telugu we called it parijaata.i too hv some fond memories associated with this flower.in our family,our sect basically,we have this ritual of picking it up early in the morning during dussehra holidays(when they r blooming most prolifically).i used to wake up at six in the morning and go to pick up the freshly fallen flowers for puja as sunrays progressively rose up the tree.i barely used to notice how two hours or so passed away and my back almost used to be broken by the time i stood up,but while the time i was picking up flowers in the ancient park nearby,the birds,the bugs and especially the elegant earthworms sort of made me forget my existence.PSRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17244063803925294418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-89197736362064647072009-10-05T18:51:17.970+05:302009-10-05T18:51:17.970+05:30They say hindsight 20/20.... The past often looks ...They say hindsight 20/20.... The past often looks clearer, maybe even lovelier as we reminisce. You will be surprised at how many things we're gonna miss as we pass out from our col. Each moment is a beautiful memory waiting to be relived.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-37435203752195875062009-09-24T02:25:02.583+05:302009-09-24T02:25:02.583+05:30@Shweta di
Funeral party?!
What's the point th...@Shweta di<br />Funeral party?!<br />What's the point then? Have them on your marriage party instead! Here is an idea, do not wear jewellery! Wear the flowers instead! What say?!<br />And I surely will try to stay...and thanx...:) <br /><br />@Mishra sir<br />You have missed out on a lot then!<br />Thanx...<br /><br />@Anunaya<br />Thanx and I totally agree with you!<br /><br /><br />@ALL<br />Never expected so many people to have so many memories associated with this one flower!<br />Pleasantly surprising...Prachi Agrawalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12099323031954973441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-40077342011804477392009-09-23T08:03:15.938+05:302009-09-23T08:03:15.938+05:30Harsingaar is the most beautiful flower by far. Th...Harsingaar is the most beautiful flower by far. The brightness of the orange with the subtleness of the white make it a visual delight! <br />Much like our own lives. Bright in some patches, sombre in the other!<br />Great post Prachi! Really nice!Anunaya Jhahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08299020007670648789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-33995837104155172392009-09-22T01:11:36.138+05:302009-09-22T01:11:36.138+05:30I've never done this first-flower-of-the-day-t...I've never done this first-flower-of-the-day-to-teacher stuff, but u do remind me of picking up baskets full of harsingar during the time b/w summer and winter back home. We hardly got those flowers for 2 months every season but whenever it's time, it was my favourite first-job-of-the-day to collect them for mom's pooja.<br />I remember my hands itched due to its irritating designer leaves when I tried my best to knock down the last flower resting on the tree's leaves... I remember my heart pounding over the counting of flowers increasing day by day :) and then saddend with the end of blooming period :( That really was a sweet innocent age to be remembered...<br />Nice post... n i know u'll keep it up :)Sandeep Mishrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09753677915062533812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-64790601101509048642009-09-21T20:12:38.711+05:302009-09-21T20:12:38.711+05:30The same flower is called 'Parijaata' back...The same flower is called 'Parijaata' back home. I grew up in a house with a huge Parijaata tree - it is intrinsic part of my childhood. When I read your post, I went through the same kind of feelings you did. I am so much in love with them that I want them to decorate my funeral party! <br />I liked reading the post, and now that you are 'here', pray stay!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-6377411910941687772009-09-21T19:18:00.784+05:302009-09-21T19:18:00.784+05:30@Murty
I realized that, hence was editing the blog...@Murty<br />I realized that, hence was editing the blog and was hoping that no one would read it before I was finished but well, as is obvious, you did...<br /><br />And it has to be OK, no other option right?<br /><br />@Siddharth<br />Thanx.<br />College is essentially more fun and freedom but then, that is according to the definition of fun we NOW have...<br /><br />@Ratika<br />Jai Ho!<br />Thanx...<br /><br />@Sandeep<br />Yes I have, and have succeeded...it isn't about being happy but the quality of it...<br />I do hope I do not think my college years wasted years later and about your advices, thanks, nothing to apologise for because they don't come at a wrong time this once...<br /><br />P.S. Bryan Adam's song IS where I got the title from.<br /><br />@Divye<br />Affirmative<br /><br />@Swapnil<br />I do not seek to create memories deliberately, I was just wishing for them...<br /><br />And no, nightmarish characters though longer living in memory definitely aren't lamentable!<br /><br />And, I too hope its the former!<br /> <br />P.S. Bring back the Sage!Prachi Agrawalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12099323031954973441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-70744438410918574822009-09-20T14:07:40.578+05:302009-09-20T14:07:40.578+05:30Did you ever give it a thought, when in school, ho...Did you ever give it a thought, when in school, how many memories, good or bad, the school days will leave you with? When in your innocent quests, did you ever have in your mind that this or that will make a nice, sweet memory?<br /><br />So, why now?<br /><br />And <i>nightmarish characters</i> aren't supposed to be a part of memories. So, do not <i>lament</i>, if you know what I mean. ;)<br /><br />Also, is the dead <i>recovering</i>? Or is it nothing but a last, desperate attempt to hold on to whatever life is left?<br />Hope its the former. :)The Sagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01103449569074007448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-13415634805904466892009-09-20T00:34:39.787+05:302009-09-20T00:34:39.787+05:30So this is what you picked up today morning on you...So this is what you picked up today morning on your way back from "yoga"!Divye Kapoorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05987327171759168375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-53833835084221904492009-09-19T23:17:01.506+05:302009-09-19T23:17:01.506+05:30"here i am.. this is me" and i remembere..."here i am.. this is me" and i remembered Bryan Adams. :)<br />And happiness is just waiting to be found, have you made an effort?<br />And maybe you have done something worthwhile so far, just that u will understand the worth of it in future, don't be so quick in thoughts... <br />And about school days, they are the best i agree.<br />And indeed a very well written and nice post...<br />( and I m sorry if got too much into advising ;) )Sandeephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14956663096811959906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-24711367716585151172009-09-19T23:03:00.144+05:302009-09-19T23:03:00.144+05:30an obvious compliment... but it is written very we...an obvious compliment... but it is written very well..i didnt feel like skipping any line while reading it (sumthing which i tend to do most f the times with lengthy texts!)...augnine9https://www.blogger.com/profile/06907117347421976407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-13758610210957685892009-09-19T16:05:22.215+05:302009-09-19T16:05:22.215+05:30Another good post.
I definitely agree that the col...Another good post.<br />I definitely agree that the college years wouldn't probably match up to school.<br />Those were happy and more importantly innocent times. Sad that they are gonesiddharthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09161211970661483571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555121869707241774.post-27149922176183068582009-09-19T16:02:47.310+05:302009-09-19T16:02:47.310+05:30When I opened the page, it said "This is me&q...When I opened the page, it said "This is me" and had a picture of a random tall tree. Misleading.<br /><br />By the way, one of the many delusions humans have is that they can try and remember all their most wonderful memories, but it's only human to forget. All the same, just like in this case, there're markers all around us that we run into and remind us of memories such. And sometimes we don't. But that's OK.Murtyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17379440326726271486noreply@blogger.com