yahi hota pyaar...!! - Page 4

Originally posted by: sks18

Yup, you are right about Triton, Fariyal!. 😊

In my opinion, comparing Kunal to a sea-slug is not that bad... as Triton helped the Argonauts in the desert in finding passage from the lake back to the sea when they were stranded in the desert & the same way our hero-Mr. Chopra helped his wife in escaping from the goons when she was kidnapped... 😉

As far as Mr. Yeats's above poetry is concerned, it may sound a bit sad but I mentioned it on reading Purvi's comment of being an all-rounder... & remembering my good old school days when I use to play for my team as an opening batsman & my friends used to motivate me to become an all-rounder...😛

I really miss those school days & friends of mine & the way Mr.Yeats use to stare at his love through a book, I stare at my old days in the form of memories... though, I haven't lost my youth!!!!!!!!!! 😆

Hope, now you can understand why I mentioned Triton & Mr. Yeats's lines!!! 😳

Aww tnxs for explaining Shobhit, I get it now that you are only reminiscing about the good old days, but plzzz dont do it through this particular poem, as it all about dejection & failure, there is no optimism here.
Maybe you're familiar with Longfellow's "A lost youth" I only remember a couple of lines...
Strange to me now are the forms I meet
'When I visit the dear old town.'...something something...'A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Look it up its more apt for you😉
As for Kunal, yeah he could be a merman I suppose, though its not his lower torso that is of concern, it's the lack of a substantial upper story that usually irks me😆

Purvi yaar, sorry for spamming your thread, but Shobhit had me worried with that Yeats poem.😲

Originally posted by: sks18

Punnn!!🤣

I have to say..you are a complete all rounder..I dint know you had a great sense of humour too!!😆😆

Hello Mr Shobit [ not sure if i pronounced it right]... Longtime i am seeing post from you...
Whenever i see your ID, reminds me of that blooper thread we had fun talking about... 😉

First of all, BILAMBITA SUBHO NABABARSHA

I liked the above poem...
We are the overwhelming minority species active on this forum...😉
Good to know you were an opening batsman...I used to perform all roles including WK...
Does not matter what you are on the team, as long as u are contributing for the team's cause, matters at the end... Similarly pls continue to contribute to this forum with your posts...

Sorry Purvi, to take up your thread... (Mr. Amrish, you are absolutely ok using any of my threads for anything at all. please don't apologise..😊)

Originally posted by: Fariyal

Aww tnxs for explaining Shobhit, I get it now that you are only reminiscing about the good old days, but plzzz dont do it through this particular poem, as it all about dejection & failure, there is no optimism here.
Maybe you're familiar with Longfellow's "A lost youth" I only remember a couple of lines...
Strange to me now are the forms I meet
'When I visit the dear old town.'...something something...'A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Look it up its more apt for you😉
As for Kunal, yeah he could be a merman I suppose, though its not his lower torso that is of concern, it's the lack of a substantial upper story that usually irks me😆

Purvi yaar, sorry for spamming your thread, but Shobhit had me worried with that Yeats poem.😲

Fariyal, I have read the poem "My lost youth" by Mr. Longfellow & I'm really thankful to you for making me remember such a beautiful work of literature!!!! 😊

Purvi, it is very much a classic & one of the finest from this great Irish poet but its so melancholic, he talks about failure, he sees no hope & questions if its a dream or the truth. is he worthy of being a real man or just a statue among the streams😔 No one should think of themselves as a weather-worn marble triton among the streams...

Originally posted by: purvimehta

@ Purvi: Ha ha...

I don't think that I'm an all-rounder...Wish, this could have been the case as far as my cricketing skills are concerned... 😆 as I used to contribute to my team's success being an opening batsman only!!!!! 😆

Guess, this is what Mr. Yeats have to say for me by his poem: Men improve with years...

"I am worn out with dreams,

a weather-worn, marble Triton,

among the streams,

and all day long I look upon this lady's beauty,

as though I had found in a book a pictured beauty,

pleased to have filled the eyes or the discerning ears,

delighted to be wise,

for men improve with years,

and yet, and yet,

is this my dream or truth?

A weather-worn, marble Triton,

among the streams... "

Hope, you'll not get bored by my style of replying you in such a way!!!!! 😃

Shobhit..thats what your name is..I kept reminding myself how I will ask your name the next time I actually get a chance to reply to you, but I guess I was too mesmerized 😉 with your poems and shaayris that I completely forgot about it. You know that you would definitely not bore me with Yeats!! I am sure even though you were just a batsman, you would have been a good one😃. If not then I am sure you are one now, after all, man improve with years!!.😆 (don't tell me you have given up playing cricket too, because of your love for auto-mobile😛).

As far as the above poem goes, this is probably Yeats at his best!! such a reflective piece of work!! "I am worn out with dream" rings bell...as if its my very own experience. It shows how much the poet is lost somewhere, maybe in the truth of life or maybe his dreams..In short...irony with ease..such is life I guess.. !!

Originally posted by: Fariyal

Purvi, it is very much a classic & one of the finest from this great Irish poet but its so melancholic, he talks about failure, he sees no hope & questions if its a dream or the truth. is he worthy of being a real man or just a statue among the streams😔 No one should think of themselves as a weather-worn marble triton among the streams...

Originally posted by: shamrish

Originally posted by: Fariyal

Purvi, it is very much a classic & one of the finest from this great Irish poet but its so melancholic, he talks about failure, he sees no hope & questions if its a dream or the truth. is he worthy of being a real man or just a statue among the streams😔 No one should think of themselves as a weather-worn marble triton among the streams...