tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post6010696462561905955..comments2024-03-28T13:25:12.398+05:30Comments on My Travels, My Life: ImmobileBalachandran Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10174364716507089780noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-22210716183245410772009-07-26T14:49:35.107+05:302009-07-26T14:49:35.107+05:30People live on in our memories, in our love, your ...People live on in our memories, in our love, your friend has come alive today through this blog post.. It is a bit off the topic..but I dont see you on my blog anymore, no comments since longsujata senguptahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13101153080266818022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-80258744040619242472009-07-24T16:51:21.175+05:302009-07-24T16:51:21.175+05:30Very very touching. I actually had tears in eyes.....Very very touching. I actually had tears in eyes....Imaginationhttp://www.imaginationpoint.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-53644789503849885372009-07-23T12:47:26.272+05:302009-07-23T12:47:26.272+05:30Came over from Sujata's blog and felt the angu...Came over from Sujata's blog and felt the anguish in these lines.<br />There are some people in my address book who are no longer alive. I have not been able to cut off these addresses as i feel these are my last link to them.Aparnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05527786215758008556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-5054776312057942182009-07-22T17:30:18.103+05:302009-07-22T17:30:18.103+05:30@all: thanks for coming by and you all appreciatin...@all: thanks for coming by and you all appreciating it. The modem at home is broken down and I have to sit in a sweaty internet cafe with unspeakably dusty and dirty PCs to post this. <br /><br />The person, my friend, was G.Gopan, brother of the famous film director, G Aravindan. We had met hardly nine or ten times in a span of a little more than a year, but I had come to love and respect this gentle soul so much. I cannot sob or slobber over his loss, but there is this heavy void in my heart whenever I think of Gopan Chettan ( Brother). I miss him, I miss him so badly. It wrenches my heart...Balachandran Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10174364716507089780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-82319213956858125372009-07-22T13:06:20.184+05:302009-07-22T13:06:20.184+05:30May be off topic, but I just can’t wonder about th...May be off topic, but I just can’t wonder about the ‘mobile’ one leaves back.<br />May be because I acquired one recently, just before a fortnight, after years of<br />resistance. Your photograph Sir, and your liking Hemingway…Arun Meethale Chirakkalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04647424169250887847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-8412683864956801102009-07-22T09:28:40.491+05:302009-07-22T09:28:40.491+05:30To me it also highlighted how much the electronic ...To me it also highlighted how much the electronic device 'mobile phone' has come to mean to all of us. How completely we identify with it, how completely we are lost without it. How the final act of severing away a life-time bond, the end of grieving for dear friend, can all come from pushing a button: a sign of our times, perhapsG S Pillaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871448250887577505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-43344238242711321862009-07-21T21:54:20.953+05:302009-07-21T21:54:20.953+05:30Like the words of my dad on tape that I refuse to ...Like the words of my dad on tape that I refuse to hear; like the pictures of him that I can't face. You have unwound the most delicate painting in such a beautiful frame Balan. Glad to see you post again.<br /><br />Friends that magically meet inside a gossamer bond.Sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10311361298378439781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-36047921871688295682009-07-21T21:07:21.378+05:302009-07-21T21:07:21.378+05:30Excellent Balan.
Somewhere you feel the pang.
Angu...Excellent Balan.<br />Somewhere you feel the pang.<br />Anguish....anonymousmusehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11235946898949571711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-3795382710346496702009-07-21T19:59:01.231+05:302009-07-21T19:59:01.231+05:30delicately done... beautiful. you told me this, re...delicately done... beautiful. you told me this, remember?P. Venugopalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12145838046697625836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-55092313624430498172009-07-21T19:09:32.557+05:302009-07-21T19:09:32.557+05:30like keeping the letters to read again and again u...like keeping the letters to read again and again unable to destroy them,seeing the person through the words,very much livingSumi Mathaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05713163060672882686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-45390909456127663012009-07-21T18:01:20.633+05:302009-07-21T18:01:20.633+05:30"Friendship takes seed - hardly does it need ..."Friendship takes seed - hardly does it need a moment<br />And it grows like Jack's beans, entwining the hearts into one"<br /><br />Its never that way with me. For me , it takes time.<br /><br />Oh yes , once somebody ceases to me , we hold on to every little thing that makes us feel they are with us. <br /><br />And we think about every little thing they said. <br /><br />How much ever i try to philosophise it , Mr B .. death of a loved one is a Cruel, cruel reality.Gymnasthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05468640996264277554noreply@blogger.com