tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post115713872646473419..comments2024-03-25T20:45:09.957+05:30Comments on On The Ganga Mail: DeathBishwanath Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09499834715638337891noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-1157360126096966432006-09-04T14:25:00.000+05:302006-09-04T14:25:00.000+05:30Death is inevitable. So, why cry over it?Death is inevitable. So, why cry over it?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-1157291068730611052006-09-03T19:14:00.000+05:302006-09-03T19:14:00.000+05:30White Magnolias by Helen DeutschThe year when I wa...White Magnolias <BR/>by Helen Deutsch<BR/><BR/><BR/>The year when I was twenty-one<BR/>(John that year was twenty-three)<BR/>That was the year, that was the spring,<BR/>We planted the white magnolia tree.<BR/><BR/>'This tree,' said John, 'shall grow with us,<BR/>and every year it will bloom anew.<BR/>This is our life. This is our love.'<BR/>And the white magnolia grew and grew<BR/><BR/>Oh, youth's a thing of fire and ice<BR/>And currents that run<BR/>Hot and white,<BR/>And its world is as bright<BR/>as the sun<BR/><BR/>I was twenty-one<BR/>And I wore a plume in my hat, and<BR/>we went to the movies and wept over<BR/>'Stella Dallas,' and John sang<BR/>'Moonlight and Roses' (a little off-<BR/>key, but very nicely, really), and we<BR/>hurried through our crowded days<BR/>with beautiful plans, boundless<BR/>ambitions and golden decisions.<BR/><BR/>There is so much the young heart<BR/>clamors for; this it must have, and<BR/>that it cannot live without, and<BR/>it must be all or nothing, for<BR/>aren't we the masters of creation?<BR/><BR/>Oh, valiant and untamed were we,<BR/>When we planted the white magnolia tree!<BR/><BR/>And the white magnolia grew and grew,<BR/>Holding our love within its core,<BR/>And every year it bloomed anew,<BR/>and we were twenty-one no more.<BR/><BR/>No more untamed, no more so free,<BR/>Nor so young, nor so wild and<BR/>aflame were we.<BR/><BR/>Dearer to us then grew other things:<BR/>easy sleep, books, a day’s quiet<BR/>holiday, good talk beside a fire,<BR/>the beauty of old faces<BR/><BR/>We have known many things since<BR/>then: the death of a child and the<BR/>bitter lesson that a heart which<BR/>breaks must mend itself again<BR/>(that it can and must be done), and<BR/>what loyalty can mean, and how<BR/>real a word like courage can be-<BR/>come, and that solitude can be<BR/>rich and gratifying and quite<BR/>different from loneliness<BR/><BR/>There is so little the serious heart<BR/>requires: friends, faith, a window<BR/>open to to the world, pride in work<BR/>well done, and strength to live in<BR/>a world at war and still maintain<BR/>the heart's own private peace<BR/><BR/>Dear Heaven, I give thanks to thee<BR/>for the things I did not know before,<BR/>for the wisdom of maturity,<BR/>for bread, and a roof, and for<BR/>one thing more <BR/><BR/>Thanks because I still can see<BR/>the bloom on the white magnolia treeSrivilasicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02656214384275788049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-1157235972932202902006-09-03T03:56:00.000+05:302006-09-03T03:56:00.000+05:30around late 1963 or early 1964, there was an item ...around late 1963 or early 1964, there was an item in the paper that jawaharlal nehru claimed that he will live upto 100. <BR/> <BR/>a few months later he was gone.<BR/><BR/>i am sorry to hear that hrish's passing on has hit you so hard. i am not sure if this blog was written with an artistic concept of an admirer losing his icon. or of a personal friend. :(<BR/> <BR/>either way, wishing you a 'getting over it' soon. celebrate life. when death comes, i pray mine would be quick and painless. :)<BR/><BR/>till then god bless. :)phantom363https://www.blogger.com/profile/00957614020070420299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-1157188385211952482006-09-02T14:43:00.000+05:302006-09-02T14:43:00.000+05:30That's why i thot that Hrishida was called up in t...That's why i thot that Hrishida was called up in the Heavens by the BIG DADA of all coz he had sent Ganesh Dada here on earth on that day in ours n urs houses and to fill this space He called Dada up but Ganesha comes back every year to visit our houses but Hrishida will never come back on earth again surely coz God needs this Master Work up in the heaven..right from the Anari to Jhoot Bole..Hrishida i miss u n i hope to see u up there very soon but sadly my place is booked in the hell but i dont worry..TV rahegana.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com