tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267015.post109775783245809425..comments2023-10-31T16:44:28.886+00:00Comments on Manic Mambo: Winter AirProggahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18071620066169841652noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267015.post-1098876719778683632004-10-27T12:31:00.000+01:002004-10-27T12:31:00.000+01:00frogs, ur blog inspires a reply! needless to say v...frogs, ur blog inspires a reply! needless to say very well written - i felt like snuggling up to an endlessly empty morning with all that u described and more. however, while i dont want to discredit other winters, the problem is not bombay. the fault my friend lies not in the city but in ourselves. and in the lifestyles we CHOOSE to lead, racing around from morning to night, HOLED up in the AC confines of the office with zero natural light & air. WHERE are we going to be able to discern the subtle changes in the weather, in the skies, in the birds and trees.where, leading the lives we do, are we ever going to appreciate shiuli flowers or the changing light. We only realise winter's here (and yet another season sets in)when it all but hits us in the face. Is our life an epistle, not an ode, to the way it used to be?Priya Bosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10365365553694998110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267015.post-1097924537478101132004-10-16T12:02:00.000+01:002004-10-16T12:02:00.000+01:00Golly Ms.Sen, do you write well or what! Make most...Golly Ms.Sen, do you write well or what! Make most of feel like "pretenders"! <br /><br />Was'nt the place by the river, "Scoop"? Earlier called "Gaylord"? Yes, in case you have forgotten...it was called GAYLORD! Imagine that...a nice little hangout, by Pricep Ghat...called that. <br /><br />The zoo was a favourite hangout too, by age four...I knew the way to all the different animals cages. It was a navigational success story rivalled only by Vasco Da Gama's discovery of India's west coast. The Reptile enclosure used to scare the shit out of me, but that was one demon I did manage to kill by my sixth birthday. Had felt like Rocky Balboa!<br /><br />Yeah S&G too, Scarbourough Fair...playing on the record player on Sunday Mornings. And me staring at the large LP cover, trying to figure out which one was Simon and which one Garfunkel. Sorely missed a helpful little indicator arrow. <br /><br />Later when I finally discovered which was which, Maa also informed me that they S&G have broken up, and dont make music together anymore. The LP cover, had looked rather sad then...I did'nt know what word I was looking for to describe what I felt. That was because it was'nt until class nine, that I was intoduced to GNR. And subsequently discovered that the word I had been looking for on that Sunday Morning was "Estranged".Rohanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09891221062084629284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267015.post-1097827587180178452004-10-15T09:06:00.000+01:002004-10-15T09:06:00.000+01:00you know what... last evening i was having a simil...you know what... last evening i was having a similar discussion with a friend. and the point was that bombay is not the place to enjoy the seasons and the associated climatic jhing jhangs. even after staying for more than a year in bombay, i struggle to find a single instance similar to i-had-a-cup-of-coffee-sitting-in-the-winter-sunshine. the weather changes as fast as the trains move and 1.5 crore people are just moving, oblivious of the marvels of nature. but i guess they chose it. anyways good post - once again.vijaydinanathchauhanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02590783693084245986noreply@blogger.com