tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post115217632763726763..comments2024-03-12T03:51:39.525+05:30Comments on Compulsive Confessions: Once upon a time...eMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12716202062654957842noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152611186048883912006-07-11T15:16:00.000+05:302006-07-11T15:16:00.000+05:30hmm, interestinghmm, interestingPalashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16232400838857048882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152597139265207422006-07-11T11:22:00.000+05:302006-07-11T11:22:00.000+05:30hey, if u were gonna have a lesbian experience, ch...hey, if u were gonna have a lesbian experience, choose ur lady.\?\?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152474685483740512006-07-10T01:21:00.000+05:302006-07-10T01:21:00.000+05:30The best thing about our childhoods are the lack o...The best thing about our childhoods are the lack of inhibitions and the abundance of innocence... <BR/><BR/>And then we grow up :) I loved that...Born a Libranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14179849395244410265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152470589873617072006-07-10T00:13:00.000+05:302006-07-10T00:13:00.000+05:30hi!I am not a regular reader of your bog,for the ...hi!<BR/>I am not a regular reader of your bog,for the very reason that the moment I read it,I feel like meeting you and asking few questions, for which I am assured of getting original answers-not the ones said by someone and thought and remixed by many others.I am so happy to read your blogs, to think that there still exist people who are really original.I sincerely appreciate .<BR/>Secondly,as I was regressing the earlier postings, I came across the Nostalgic One.If you have,listened to Jack Johnson, the neo-folk singer from US, his one particular song is worth listening and reading too i.e. Better Together(http://artists.letssingit.com/jack-johnson-better-together-dw72xkp)<BR/>While I read your past postings, I wish you<BR/>luck and joy.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09731907701188158109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152389554046237322006-07-09T01:42:00.000+05:302006-07-09T01:42:00.000+05:30What a family this has turned outto be?No envies, ...What a family this has turned out<BR/>to be?<BR/>No envies, you guys all deserve each other, period!Crizzie Criz!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13899781741268429197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152382769196033982006-07-08T23:49:00.000+05:302006-07-08T23:49:00.000+05:30it's fun being the only sister. cash in!it's fun being the only sister. cash in!methinkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09742276786461725164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152377744031712332006-07-08T22:25:00.000+05:302006-07-08T22:25:00.000+05:30Very nice post. Sometimes i worry about not rememb...Very nice post. Sometimes i worry about not remembering my part enough when i grow up, posts like this help.Saurabh Kumarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257189066242731744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152342345219861842006-07-08T12:35:00.000+05:302006-07-08T12:35:00.000+05:30ooh. The temptation to run amok is too great...No ...ooh. The temptation to run amok is too great...No moderation. *rubs hands with glee*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152310334074776302006-07-08T03:42:00.000+05:302006-07-08T03:42:00.000+05:30Growing up sucks.Growing up sucks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152258945106238922006-07-07T13:25:00.000+05:302006-07-07T13:25:00.000+05:30That reminds me of me and my cousins' days out...B...That reminds me of me and my cousins' days out...But it does seem a lifetime away. And npow sadly I am hardly in touch with them:(ABhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04567332895636455646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152252238938703592006-07-07T11:33:00.000+05:302006-07-07T11:33:00.000+05:30One of the houses we lived in had a lion's head mo...One of the houses we lived in had a lion's head mounted up on the wall. My maid used to tell me to behave myself or the lion would pull the rest of its body out of the wall and come and eat me. It worked!!!Rohinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11234347487003665907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152248298094770142006-07-07T10:28:00.000+05:302006-07-07T10:28:00.000+05:30Lovely post, eM.Lovely post, eM.Chronicus Skepticushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01645237234279809951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152248224304536562006-07-07T10:27:00.000+05:302006-07-07T10:27:00.000+05:30We never lived close enough to our cousins to hang...We never lived close enough to our cousins to hang out.<BR/><BR/>My favorite "cousin" (he was actually a family friend but somehow we were led to believe we were all related) reminds me of Horsey. Unfortunately the last I heard he left law school to make movies and his dad disowned him. Can I borrow Horsey?Mint Chutneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11451990443517235588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152237080036728612006-07-07T07:21:00.000+05:302006-07-07T07:21:00.000+05:30Nostalgia. Nostalgia. Nostalgia.It was so much sim...Nostalgia. Nostalgia. Nostalgia.<BR/>It was so much simpler when we were kids. I remember I had to go to Hyd for my summer vacations every year and it was a time always looked fwd to. It meant getting together with cousins, doing all the silly things you possibly can and get away with it and of course being spoiled by the grandparents.<BR/>And then we began to grow-up. In my later teen years, I remember hating having to go to Hyd. What, give up summer fun with my friends?<BR/>Am still close to some of my cousins. But it just isn't the same anymore.<BR/>"Coz we grew up".<BR/>Nostalgia. Nostalgia. Nostalgia.Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04558049479312997467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152236895433971122006-07-07T07:18:00.000+05:302006-07-07T07:18:00.000+05:30Nearly brought a tear to my eye there, eM.I honest...Nearly brought a tear to my eye there, eM.<BR/><BR/>I honestly don't remember saying, "His heart is broken, and we can never play with him again." Hahaha. Wow, that is a funny bit though. Although probably not so funny when it's being used to make you feel guilty. Damn, I was a meany sometimes.<BR/><BR/>I always used to have fun playing with you guys. The only time it was a bother was when I wanted to read, and you guys would insist on playing "magic hookah" or "crabby", and then I would try and read AND play the game, in a half-hearted way, and you guys could always tell I was not putting my heart into it, and you'd grumble, "Anna anna, don't read. Play."<BR/><BR/>Yes, I was always very fond of your mother. I still am. I always try to model my interactions with children after the way she was with me. She used to ask me my opinions about movies and books--and this was when I was ten years-old! I'm afraid I shan't ever have her patience though.<BR/><BR/>I think she was always way more strict with you than she was with any of her nephews. Unlike my mom, who was strict with everyone, including my brother, but not me.<BR/><BR/>One time I remember a girl asked me why I always walked around like I was Mr.Cool, when I wasn't (she was annoyed with me about something). And I didn't have an answer. But then later I thought about it, and I understand now that the mighty river of my self-confidence has it's humble source in all our aunts' unconditional love and approval of us. That has a downside to it as well -- I suppose I'm a little bit of a spoiled asshole as a result.Horseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13512910791563482705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152213936160157792006-07-07T00:55:00.000+05:302006-07-07T00:55:00.000+05:30Shamshabad eh! I live in Hyderabad and we used to ...Shamshabad eh! I live in Hyderabad and we used to have this cosy little farm a bit nearer to Hyderabad. My cousin built a loghouse there and we used to party there every New Year's eve. Great days.<BR/><BR/>Coincidentally, I also happened to be familiar with the Ghost Stories. And yes, I was the mean older cousin too. Although, I must say listening and telling stories around a fire was one of the best times I've ever had.Syed Asifhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18077629603188582368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152190169108865682006-07-06T18:19:00.000+05:302006-07-06T18:19:00.000+05:30Most cousins (if not living under one roof) lose t...Most cousins (if not living under one roof) lose touch with the only time they meet usually being family reunions, weddings and funeralsColin Fernandeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03637469300406448839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152187568800196152006-07-06T17:36:00.000+05:302006-07-06T17:36:00.000+05:30You're quite literally a black sheep? This must ma...You're quite literally a black sheep? This must make the use of a keyboard somewhat challenging.<BR/><BR/>(Sorry, couldn't resist.)<BR/><BR/>The ghost story bit seemed rather familiar -- except that, in my case, I was the mean older cousin.Nathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04737952788723847550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152186997068794612006-07-06T17:26:00.000+05:302006-07-06T17:26:00.000+05:30This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152180308860331352006-07-06T15:35:00.000+05:302006-07-06T15:35:00.000+05:30comment moderation is now OFF. enjoy :)comment moderation is now OFF. <BR/><BR/>enjoy :)eMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12716202062654957842noreply@blogger.com