tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post1467121096280922736..comments2023-09-21T18:17:30.608+05:30Comments on Base of This Beast: Soothing Sounds...Poorna Banerjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10895874054839125248noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-48136603526689166032008-04-15T23:46:00.000+05:302008-04-15T23:46:00.000+05:30Getting Electrocuted!! You brat!! I would have lik...Getting Electrocuted!! You brat!! I would have liked you as a kid.Poorna Banerjeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10895874054839125248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-72810416042552313582008-04-15T02:54:00.000+05:302008-04-15T02:54:00.000+05:30Its incredible how we can retain shadows of childh...Its incredible how we can retain shadows of childhood flashes. The earliest memory I have is of investigating a switch box on an annual visit to India.. and getting electrocuted :DMacadamia The Nuthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04528217658773583633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-60444990413123583412008-04-13T16:11:00.000+05:302008-04-13T16:11:00.000+05:30@ WW - Memories sure play with me... btw, blogger ...@ WW - Memories sure play with me... btw, blogger header work is by The Tramp. You can find him in my blogroll.Poorna Banerjeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10895874054839125248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-902997577343731382008-04-13T15:54:00.000+05:302008-04-13T15:54:00.000+05:30You leave a lot to imagination when u say things l...You leave a lot to imagination when u say things like that!<BR/><BR/>I've invited u to gtalk.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-62402032307830710022008-04-13T13:48:00.000+05:302008-04-13T13:48:00.000+05:30Enjoyed your posting.... more powerful for me are ...Enjoyed your posting.... more powerful for me are those sacred smells that immediately take me back in time ... the type of tea brewed by my father, autumn leaves decaying in the sunshine on a crisp clear day, the freshness in the air after a heavy rainfall as the mist rises .. my senses and memories are as one, connected and breathing life into each other.<BR/><BR/>Love your blog header btw, very jarring and wonderful. I'll definitely be back!Westcoast Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17431692491603570310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-18059374303437539102008-04-13T00:05:00.000+05:302008-04-13T00:05:00.000+05:30maybe. we can never close anything. something alwa...maybe. we can never close anything. something always is left unfinished.Poorna Banerjeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10895874054839125248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-67871252314248014762008-04-12T22:27:00.000+05:302008-04-12T22:27:00.000+05:30Like an open ended conversation?Like an open ended conversation?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-41691957167757973502008-04-12T13:26:00.000+05:302008-04-12T13:26:00.000+05:30@ the pope - my sentences leave spaces open that a...@ the pope - my sentences leave spaces open that anyone is welcome to fill up.<BR/><BR/>@ abhik - well, it could have been anyone. (Un)Fortunately I got through to you.Poorna Banerjeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10895874054839125248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-30907464503456216842008-04-11T21:32:00.000+05:302008-04-11T21:32:00.000+05:30Semme try my hand at syllogism:General Premise: We...Semme try my hand at syllogism:<BR/><BR/><B>General Premise:</B> We are what our memories make of us<BR/><BR/><B>Specific Premise:</B> My memory could be based less on fact and more on <I>ex post facto</I> interpolations from what people told me subsequently, therefore fiction.<BR/><BR/><B>Conclusion:</B> I am what my fictitious interpolations make of me.<BR/><BR/>Say, you just gave me a justification for my inferiority complex! Thanks buddy, always wanted one of those.Abhik Majumdarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06921264695439784161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-5644817630917087812008-04-11T21:25:00.000+05:302008-04-11T21:25:00.000+05:30Your answers are interestingly short... a whole se...Your answers are interestingly short... a whole sentence would be positively amazing!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-20274746136389754962008-04-11T11:13:00.000+05:302008-04-11T11:13:00.000+05:30the pope - Well....@ Phoenix - *grin*@ Abhik - Whi...the pope - Well....<BR/><BR/>@ Phoenix - *grin*<BR/><BR/>@ Abhik - Which is fine, right? Because we all are what our memories make of us.Poorna Banerjeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10895874054839125248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-79715985931604687472008-04-11T07:38:00.000+05:302008-04-11T07:38:00.000+05:30Hi, this is Abhik from the FoodScapes blog. Came h...Hi, this is Abhik from the FoodScapes blog. Came here mainly to thank you for your comments. (Sounds like a sneer I know, but you get my drift, don't you?)<BR/><BR/>I have several early memories - sleeping on my grandmother's bed, grandfather without his dentures, waking up in the middle of the night with an earache - it's difficult to figure which is the earliest among them.<BR/><BR/>I recollect my maternal grandparents shifting house when I was about two or so. They allowed me to sit in the front seat of the truck (I was already obsessed with cars and all by then). But then, this could be less a memory than an interpolation from what I was told later.Abhik Majumdarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06921264695439784161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-47198994444235306582008-04-11T00:00:00.000+05:302008-04-11T00:00:00.000+05:30The earliest memory of soothing sounds I have.. is...The earliest memory of soothing sounds I have.. is of ma singing lullabies and the soft thumpings on my back...Phoenix speaks....https://www.blogger.com/profile/04930289933341736389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18920546.post-48271197003491478782008-04-10T21:32:00.000+05:302008-04-10T21:32:00.000+05:30My earliest memory of me is chewing a unusually la...My earliest memory of me is chewing a unusually large and funny looking green thing which i later learnt was called a 'leaf'.<BR/>The incident however, left my tongue in a state of being unable to taste anything for the next few days. That, and a lifetime of fear of unusually large leaves.<BR/><BR/>How've you been?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com