Blast from the Past Thread #6, ep 78, pg 115 - Page 46

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

Hey chalhov feel better .Take care of yourself first.Hope to see you soon❤️

Originally posted by: DurgaS

Ok, AH. I will wait for that episode, and if you think it fits better there then I trust that it does. Why I had mentioned that scene was that everytime I see either of the Rabba veys, I remember the other one. So, was wondering how it was left out. 😊

great reminder, durga.

of course the flower shower. in janamashtami 1 and then 2. i'd completely forgotten about the second one. crazy connection. a nice sprightly reminder by creatives, playing with our minds, layering our experience. so niiice. lovely games right through ipk. how different the state of mind of the two in the two different flower barsaat, yet somewhere that rabba vey thing keenly the same.that instant connect. unqualified. complete. enough in itself. looking for nothing to affirm it or justify it. just there. always. a bit like faith. what a cool take on that connect (or should i say phool take, ok ok sorry v bad joke). hmmm.

Originally posted by: DurgaS

Chalhov, take enough fluids and lots of rest. The travelling must have got to you. Do take care.

hey chalohov,

relax, rest, get better soon. loads of get well soon thoughts floating your way. 🤗

@Wiwy

Originally posted by: indi52

hey chalohov,

relax, rest, get better soon. loads of get well soon thoughts floating your way. 🤗

Originally posted by: indi52

katelyn,

i read your note on missing your father. i am sad for all of us who have been through loss. death. was 33 years this 18 january that my father walked out on a friday morning touched by hatred and madness, and never came back home. killed by people he loved and worked with, believed in entirely. for he the individual represented a group that got to be hated in that place at that time. i was 19, my mum 43, bros 17 and 15. had no idea what to even make of this thing called death.

many thoughts have gotten processed, life has taken us on its course, a spectacular mother has guarded us from the worst of it. now she is gone these past 6 years, my youngest bro gone the year i turned 50. everything is here yet something is utterly not here. not a day goes by that some stray thought of my dad doesn't pass through my mind. last night i met a french geophysicist who is at present studying major earthquakes in india, including the 1950 quake of assam, where i grew up, where my dad worked as a petroleum geologist, starting out in the digboi oil fields, the first oil fields of india. coincidence of course, but it felt as though my dad was right next to me, clean, innocent, energetic, always with a dream of the future, the new.

coming to work, sitting in the cab, was thinking of your dad, cynthia's mum and dad, and suddenly hardened criminal me, felt tears down a cheek. that pain of loss is the same i guess. it is also i suppose a gift of life.

and somehow, i don't think it's all over. there seems to be something there... too many of us have felt it for it to be just wishful thinking.

take care.

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

Thats in blue is the "morse code " of my life too and you can see how crazy I am.But in red even though running away is not option but you don't remain same ,don't feel same at least not me.I told you this before I was Khushi before marriage and that person has died in somewhere and now I am ASR ,lol as an example because when everyone around me laugh Only smile comes out of me don't feel same anymore.I am pretty sure you must have that too.Its natural or may be its me

a part within gets wrecked permanently. but something different and new took birth over time too. i still remember the exact moment i forgave (not to sound like a self help book, but this forgiveness thingie is really powerful, no wonder so many religions delve into it), and thanks to my mother and my brothers' attitude, and the impossible to forget or dilute essence of my dad, we pulled through and went on with our lives. but my understanding of reality shifted forever. not necessarily a bad thing. i always had loads of laughter inside me, and plenty tears. took time, but ultimately, we all made our way back to ourselves. some day, you will too... i sincerely hope. maybe when you see your child in a happy moment, or something else... somewhere something will trigger that laughter sitting locked inside. and again madam khushi will traipse out, mojri, tedha choti, chamkili churidar and all.

Originally posted by: wiwy

Such a touching song. What a terrible phase of life you and your family must have gone through. . n dear KATELYN. Don't know what to say. So quoting Tagore once again.

At The Last Watch

...

You left during the last watch of night.

I had hoped you would say goodbye,

Just say 'Adieu' before going away,

What you had said another day,

What I shall never hear again.

In their place, just that one word,

Bound by the thin fabric of a little compassion

Would even that have been too much for you to bear?

When I first awoke from sleep

My heart fluttered with fear

Lest the time had been over.

I rushed out of bed.

The distant church clock chimed half past twelve

I sat waiting near the door of my room

Resting my head against it,

Facing the porch through which you would come out.

Even that tiniest of chances

Was snatched away by fate from hapless me;

I fell asleep

Shortly before you left.

Perhaps you cast a sidelong glance

At my reclining body

Like a broken boat left high and dry.

Perhaps you walked away with care

Lest you wake me up.

Awaking with a start I knew at once

That my vigil had been wasted

I realised, what was to go went away in a moment,

What was to stay behind stayed on

For all time...

...

Originally posted by: wiwy

Please indi. Please don't cry. You know more of Rabi thakur than I do. You started me on 'Alo amar alo ogo' last Sunday. And I am still on it...Won't you join me? Hugs.

ah, now you blame me for your kobi guru run. see? see? no, mate, me abs ok. just this morning, you know, one of those things. sorry to drench the thread with meri dukh bhari dastan. and thanks to you, i just went looking up mr tagore. tomaro ashime prano mono loye... haven't read half the tagore i'm expected to as a bong, but whatever i have, must say, the man leaves me breathless and flowing. thanks for your poems. wish i could translate aachhe dukha aachhe mrityu and nayan chhere gele chole for my dear friends here.

Originally posted by: Katelyn

Hi Chalhov, please do take care! 🤗 Be sure to get a lot of rest and fluids!