tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037045036790240828.post2593296667033549752..comments2017-06-08T14:49:27.915+05:30Comments on Musings and Memories: Between now and forever!memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01593321535464029539noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037045036790240828.post-16205028399055498652012-04-10T11:06:04.372+05:302012-04-10T11:06:04.372+05:30Its a beautiful post Shanti! Made me smile when I ...Its a beautiful post Shanti! Made me smile when I was otherwise dozing off at my desk!sohinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09793292550214470957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037045036790240828.post-24720687752242602842012-04-10T10:50:38.237+05:302012-04-10T10:50:38.237+05:30we were together on most of the crucial decision m...we were together on most of the crucial decision making moments of our life and have seen each other growing. What u said is very true. May be now when i look back i understand that things which are insignificant were given too much importance.Life is much more precious and worth living.Lavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05163909200840391906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037045036790240828.post-62023620294680291062012-04-10T08:25:55.747+05:302012-04-10T08:25:55.747+05:30This is sooo true Shanti!!! As materialistic as it...This is sooo true Shanti!!! As materialistic as it may make one sound... i think its the memories attached with these that trump everything else... i used to feel that way about things like old solidaire TV that as a family we used to watch Byomkesh Bakshi on to our first car that took us miles in different directions... to a particular steel dinner plate that my dad won in running :) ....Ruthuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11392271963456174385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037045036790240828.post-55409683903752098132012-04-09T15:54:03.419+05:302012-04-09T15:54:03.419+05:30I remember my dad had this towel (the thin kinds, ...I remember my dad had this towel (the thin kinds, not the turkish) that he used to leave in the cupboard and never let anyone else use. It was really old about 8 years old. One day, my sis and I got drenched in the rain and mom accidentally took that towel and used it. My dad was really upset that day. He later told us that his mom had given him the towel a ring and necklace before she died. Those things for my dad were the living memories of my grandma. <br /><br />I guess sometime we need reminders in the form of things to keep us in the past so we don't forget who we are and where we came from.Passion Paprikahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14252686940280509591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037045036790240828.post-87828837609078842352012-04-09T15:15:22.280+05:302012-04-09T15:15:22.280+05:30I often heard my grandpa say that sometimes brick ...I often heard my grandpa say that sometimes brick and mortar and that old bicycle or that empty aquarium or maybe even that ink smudged 18 year old school shirt have more importance- a deeper one than people; just sometimes.<br /><br />Today, when he is not there since the past 9 years I try to recollect and analyze and the understanding that I have gathered is that these 'objects' symbolize something to us.. something very personal, very deep and very 'own'. And that feeling that we get when we have to leave, forsake or abandon those 'things' is coz not only people we know or love but a whole grand milieu of things like situations and private moments alone with the aquarium or the cycle, make us feel almost criminal to do so. <br /><br />Sometimes these objects build you and shape you as a person than some people and figures ever could- in a very distinct yet inexplicable way... You have suddenly brought back a lot of memories through this post. I thank you for that :)Nobodyville Streethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00334520368929005211noreply@blogger.com