tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post115130975679398528..comments2024-03-20T15:50:48.991+05:30Comments on Compulsive Confessions: Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and days of auld lang syneeMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12716202062654957842noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-46720239549061997612007-10-11T19:01:00.000+05:302007-10-11T19:01:00.000+05:30I'll leave for another country soon. I don't know ...I'll leave for another country soon. I don't know what I feel. Almost every day I stop and think about whether I made the right choice.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1157141491106892432006-09-02T01:41:00.000+05:302006-09-02T01:41:00.000+05:30Once every six hundred years?! That often?Once every six hundred years?! That often?Dhati Subramanyamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18023709384336545736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152785793269581342006-07-13T15:46:00.000+05:302006-07-13T15:46:00.000+05:30which circle do i fit in? i'll be back in saddi di...which circle do i fit in? i'll be back in saddi dilli this sunday. woe is me, i thought i was flying back on saturday and then yday blear-eye and drunk i peered at the ticker on m comp and counted. thursday's the 13th,which means (the wheelsmoving ever so slowly) friday's the 14th....saturday (still hoping that it wld miraculosly be the 16th) is the 15th. pause. reflection. tears. fighting back tears. and then uncontrollable giggles. imagine landing up in burmingaon airport on saturday at 7 am with nowhere to go!! and then grief another day here. i am so restive. the blasts have fermented this desire to return. a year abroad is enough. i need to live by myself of course but i can't be here anymore. the uk is so tame in comparison to india anyway. by the by, martin saga continues, will come and pour my venom into a glass of wine and billows of smoke. i promise. <BR/>ou'll be surprised by how much your new friends love you. you're vexing at times, but you're you and we all have our personality flaws. they don't call me mad-eye mehra for nothing! ;)<BR/>muah!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1152134622007798152006-07-06T02:53:00.000+05:302006-07-06T02:53:00.000+05:30aah..its funny I was thinking on the lines of how ...aah..its funny I was thinking on the lines of how things change so much..how the circle of friends keeps changing..the harder we hold on to the old ones..the quicker they slip away...!lignehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16780706279197851911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151617275204221222006-06-30T03:11:00.000+05:302006-06-30T03:11:00.000+05:30I'll always be here to return to, though, which is...<I>I'll always be here to return to, though, which is a comfort, I suppose. No matter how many people dance in and out of my life, I refuse to change.</I><BR/><BR/>That's a beautiful sentiment. Your friends are very lucky to have you, no matter where they are!Amandaramahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14537987722184978282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151604273244472162006-06-29T23:34:00.000+05:302006-06-29T23:34:00.000+05:30all power to your writes. I've been a compulsive r...all power to your writes. <BR/><BR/>I've been a compulsive reader, and do quote you often, unintentionally though.<BR/><BR/>Lage raho.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151550699022890132006-06-29T08:41:00.000+05:302006-06-29T08:41:00.000+05:30"I wish things didn't have to change. I wish I cou..."I wish things didn't have to change. I wish I could press a pause button, to just stop people from going anywhere or doing anything so drastic that they're not the same anymore. I know Life is about Moving On and there's no Growth without Change, but good god, does it always have to be this hard?"<BR/><BR/>I identify wid this :(<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>GBU<BR/>ArtiArti Honraohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17051700436458289929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151516383370726112006-06-28T23:09:00.000+05:302006-06-28T23:09:00.000+05:30You are blantantly honest. I love it, will come ba...You are blantantly honest. I love it, will come back later to read some more.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151516221451405032006-06-28T23:07:00.000+05:302006-06-28T23:07:00.000+05:30Nice post... Reminded me of when I got a job and m...Nice post... Reminded me of when I got a job and moved away.Swapnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12576492000140789947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151496966198620412006-06-28T17:46:00.000+05:302006-06-28T17:46:00.000+05:30awww!!! my friends left too :( we studied in delhi...awww!!! my friends left too :( we studied in delhi and im the only one left here now.. sigh.. your blog summed it up perfectly... although im worse off - i wont be around in delhi longer than a year myself.. so then i'll meet <I> all </I> my friends in sixty thousand years :((<BR/><BR/>oh well. life's live that! will be back, loved your blog :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151489610829344542006-06-28T15:43:00.000+05:302006-06-28T15:43:00.000+05:30I left home five years ago .. all my heart -soul f...I left home five years ago .. all my heart -soul friends are home.. together with my brothers.. I have made a life away from home.. but however beautiful it seems.. U wan to be with pple whu can be yourself with .. Pple whu know what is happenin when u say hello ..actually in a roundaabout way, I am saying.. tt friendships last ..they change .. but they last .. good luck with the changes..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151489529282370272006-06-28T15:42:00.000+05:302006-06-28T15:42:00.000+05:30Heylo! I've been dropping by your blog for quite s...Heylo! I've been dropping by your blog for quite sometime now...I've just started working and since there's not much to be done, I sometimes go archive reading....don't mean to sound like ms.prying eyes, so thought I might as well crawl out of my sneaky existence and say heylo!! :)You've a neat writing style( how do u tell a person he/she has a nice blog?)I for one, don't know!Will keep dropping by.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151416111120715202006-06-27T19:18:00.000+05:302006-06-27T19:18:00.000+05:30been reading you and always will.I have parted fro...been reading you and always will.<BR/><BR/>I have parted from my best friend too. She was in BAngalore and in another city now in India. She is waiting for her visa to join her husband in the States. I know I'll miss her terribly but I pray that the visa gets done fast enough to dismiss her from this country.Arunimahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08528153539195340782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151401556719803862006-06-27T15:15:00.000+05:302006-06-27T15:15:00.000+05:30Aww that's ok *Hug*I like the last part. Reminds m...Aww that's ok *Hug*<BR/><BR/>I like the last part. Reminds me really of the lines -- "Men may come and men may but I go on forever..." <BR/><BR/>And remember that you have a Small in your life. The Smalls in my life are not even there with me. It feels bad.ABhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04567332895636455646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151327978187695042006-06-26T18:49:00.000+05:302006-06-26T18:49:00.000+05:30They come back, too. Not just for visits, but for ...They come back, too. Not just for visits, but for good.<BR/>Hold on to that thought. And hope YOU are here when they come back.Arthur Quiller Couchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06780781021139169243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151322321672739512006-06-26T17:15:00.000+05:302006-06-26T17:15:00.000+05:30Used to be part of a large group in PV, Gurgaon wh...Used to be part of a large group in PV, Gurgaon which disintegrated when some people emigrated to Australia and Dubai,while others went to the UK and Canada to study..<BR/><BR/>The few that remain rarely meet and never show any inclination to either..<BR/>even the msn group that was founded lies in abject negelectColin Fernandeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03637469300406448839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151319869721575912006-06-26T16:34:00.000+05:302006-06-26T16:34:00.000+05:30Poignant to say the very least. As you get older y...Poignant to say the very least. As you get older you will find change sneak up on you without really noticing it - and most of it is good stuff, like new faces, places and activity. For the bad stuff you can always kick the universe in the bum!30in2005https://www.blogger.com/profile/17890962493413799278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151318762325549912006-06-26T16:16:00.000+05:302006-06-26T16:16:00.000+05:30i'll look for you when i come to the delhi airport...i'll look for you when i come to the delhi airport the next time round, stranger.<BR/><BR/>i miss my urvashi too.. it's been a long timea s ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17739149766689284166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151317092286726882006-06-26T15:48:00.000+05:302006-06-26T15:48:00.000+05:30I fucking loved the way your post ended. With your...I fucking loved the way your post ended. With your permission I'm going to use it sometime! :)A and Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13108205291278926870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-1151315293951536582006-06-26T15:18:00.000+05:302006-06-26T15:18:00.000+05:30My friend just left too. I wrote about it. And som...My friend just left too. I wrote about it. And someone commented that going aways mean coming backs too, and the going away makes the coming back more precious. And I know it's a cliche, but it's true. So, drink to the coming back. And all the "lasts" will soon just be a series of many "firsts".Strawberries, Organichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06993549590702411999noreply@blogger.com