tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post2346939456637758997..comments2024-03-25T20:45:09.957+05:30Comments on On The Ganga Mail: By The Ganges Part II: Becoming A ManBishwanath Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09499834715638337891noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-51945212557225714762013-08-28T12:36:11.022+05:302013-08-28T12:36:11.022+05:30BG-da
Maybe you were in awe... you felt you gre...BG-da<br /> Maybe you were in awe... you felt you grew up another notch of a ladder, I felt something similar when I lost my Dad in 2011. So much sadness yet flashes of reasonings..... its not because you are a writer that you could express this so beautifully, its because the substance was so touching, that it made you a writer.... my eyes are wet....<br /><br />Amlan RoyAmlan Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17561939730229444900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-28467042179927860082013-08-28T09:23:45.906+05:302013-08-28T09:23:45.906+05:30very touching!very touching!Jyothsna Bhavanishankarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03288697504528414168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-18977200989989599052013-08-28T08:46:39.086+05:302013-08-28T08:46:39.086+05:30hiii...
I am a man...
Deep in the bed, when i li...hiii...<br /><br />I am a man...<br /><br />Deep in the bed, when i lie <br />I whisper to god and thank Him<br />for her....<br />Oh My Dear Mother....<br />You seems so far away from me...<br />Yet I remember the love's soft glow<br />And the feel of your touch and tender embrace<br />Today...<br />I look back on memories<br />and in my heart you are still near<br />you are so fresh and lively<br />You are a special woman<br />and no one can take your place..<br />Thank you mom, for all that <br />you have done.<br />If I was given one moment<br />just a singel slice of my past<br />MOM......<br />like to stroke your cheeks<br />and a hug...<br />from the MAN... <br />you gave birth to..<br /><br />- samAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-1549773881607712892013-08-28T08:17:26.762+05:302013-08-28T08:17:26.762+05:30Very moving.....Very moving.....Deepa Nagarajhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07568890617413478281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-13290707200686999612013-08-21T14:14:54.454+05:302013-08-21T14:14:54.454+05:30I read it again today, I know one thing for sure. ...I read it again today, I know one thing for sure. <br />Mom would be very very proud of you, she did a great job of making you who you are today. <br />Death is never good for those who are left behind, but for her, it was a painless death, she must've worked hard for it BG. <br />I wish I could give you a huge hug. right now. By the way, crying is not such a bad thing after all. Anubhutihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03967078639724548476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-25680131437062033842013-08-07T14:56:40.018+05:302013-08-07T14:56:40.018+05:30This comment has been removed by the author.Anubhutihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03967078639724548476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-55579488848116593602012-08-29T03:23:46.310+05:302012-08-29T03:23:46.310+05:30Two things come to mind when I read this post. One...Two things come to mind when I read this post. One, I wonder about the emotions you felt as her son, mostly after her cremation, after you left Benares and came back to face the routine of your life. And two, how you dealt with her death as a writer, as in, how you distanced yourself from the unconcealed magnitude of emotions a son is likely to feel, and instead chose to share your experience through your craft.<br /><br />A few years ago, I saw a painting at Musee d'Orsay in Paris, created by the French Impressionist Claude Monet.It was called "Camille on Her Deathbed". When Monet's wife passed away, he was distraught over her death. Yet, when he was at her deathbed, his visceral, instinctive reaction was to paint his sorrow.<br /><br />In Monet's words:"I found myself at the deathbed of a loved one and I was surprised … by the colors that death brought to her immobile face.The changing tones of blue, yellow, and gray mesmerized me and I found myself desiring to reproduce the last image of she who would leave us forever.”<br /><br />I could be dead wrong, but I think this post was an effort by the writer in you to both reveal and conserve this traumatic experience in an objective way. But I don't think the writing is detached from emotions; the undercurrent of the love and affection you feel for your mother are very palpable throughout this piece.<br /><br />This is a beautifully written post and I wonder if the floodgate of emotions opened for you as you were writing this.Shamitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09789232744486272286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-36288816827291056002012-08-29T03:13:24.664+05:302012-08-29T03:13:24.664+05:30....and want to tell you thanks for introducing me.......and want to tell you thanks for introducing me to Pablo Neruda...have been reading him since ....<br />" I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you.." yes this is love..yahi pyar hai ...<br />It was just like always... you found exact words for the things inside me which i never knew how to say ... read my mind can happen but u always somehow manage to read my heart...<br />P...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-91163820909714474742012-08-29T01:46:07.400+05:302012-08-29T01:46:07.400+05:30i really wish u bloged more ...and there would be ...i really wish u bloged more ...and there would be more of u Mr Ghosh...in the paper these days rather than the mobile uploads on fb.....camera can never capture .... ...the smells of a arriving morning on the marina....tunes of illyaraja from a radio in the silence of the night... whiffs of the humble 'puja' khituri... the magic of kishore kumar....the tam in the tamrind city... and so much more.......u always do with ur magical words<br />P...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-86261456225239450972012-08-29T00:51:07.622+05:302012-08-29T00:51:07.622+05:30its good tat ..now..my comments reflect on ur blog...its good tat ..now..my comments reflect on ur blog only after u approve of it..... even if does not matter..its jus as good to know tat u read it and u know tat someone is always waiting for the pictures u paint with ur words....<br />P...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-3843493640260064022012-08-28T23:17:12.582+05:302012-08-28T23:17:12.582+05:30i disagree Mr. Ghosh when you said.. '....it w...i disagree Mr. Ghosh when you said.. '....it was the writer in me that rescued me from being devastated by my mother's death.....' wat rescued you was the assurance of love...tat it always lingers ....forever after it gone..<br />.......her warm hugs are still carrying within you. The eyes refuse to water when the pain is deep n u choose to let it be there ..as it is as precious ...... only when we love so much it is tat even eternal seperation doesn not evoke pangs of loss. Tat day u smiled as u knew even as death took away a body it could not steal ur mother within u... as u said .....she still lives in all ur endings and all ur beginings....with her love ,blessings and all.<br />P...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-37339235176761250532012-04-07T14:34:03.873+05:302012-04-07T14:34:03.873+05:30Quite worthwhile information, thanks so much for t...Quite worthwhile information, thanks so much for the post.tablet pc baratohttp://www.tabletpc-shop.infonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-87455330212353331512011-04-09T14:13:46.449+05:302011-04-09T14:13:46.449+05:30HI,
Went thru your post,but i am confused.You have...HI,<br />Went thru your post,but i am confused.You have exposed your emotions beautifully,but could i have done the same, i am thinking will let you know once i get an answer.<br /><br />patriciapathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06797734531779481813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-75123697274789265572010-06-26T23:44:36.838+05:302010-06-26T23:44:36.838+05:30I have no words, neither the courage that you coul...I have no words, neither the courage that you could muster at that moment. But I do understand what you must have and are going through. But like you said....life goes on...Nehahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09356457383586939084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-9843251457063060812010-06-16T02:41:52.757+05:302010-06-16T02:41:52.757+05:30You left me in lurch u did'nt lemme cry n u di...You left me in lurch u did'nt lemme cry n u did'nt let me laugh...Now, all i can say not everyone has a courage to be a writer a true writer...this writer wins over emotion...hats of to u man...:) And I am sure ur mother must b proud of this true writer in U. Her training did'nt go in vain..shuchinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-19764411629376942142010-04-11T10:50:46.597+05:302010-04-11T10:50:46.597+05:30Mr Ghosh I have always had this curiosity about ho...Mr Ghosh I have always had this curiosity about how men process their grief. Its a beautiful article. One wishes to more about what kind of a women was she when she was alive? Did she call you everyweek? What do you do at the time of the day she called you when she was alive?<br />Did the greiving start after the cremation. what did you eat when you got home? what did it taste like...tell me more!Pearl https://www.blogger.com/profile/12559027600304501368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-82243814905609711422009-10-30T19:23:29.866+05:302009-10-30T19:23:29.866+05:30BG, u make me laugh, make me think, make me nostal...BG, u make me laugh, make me think, make me nostalgic, but today u made me cry...my condolences (wanted to post this long back but was reluctant to come out of hiding)!journeycalledlifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03419930305840412271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-41087523983405791752009-09-23T17:55:13.548+05:302009-09-23T17:55:13.548+05:30Just came to know of your loss. Extremely sorry to...Just came to know of your loss. Extremely sorry to hear the same. No one and nothing can replace a mother's love....it is eternal like the river Ganga Herself. May her soul rest in peace.Gayathri Varmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11276821998795410979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-27534969614129155682009-09-17T22:45:13.946+05:302009-09-17T22:45:13.946+05:30Condolences. And thanks. I had been holding back a...Condolences. And thanks. I had been holding back a lot of emotions the past few days. Tears were eluding me but now, I cried. Thanks to your words. I don't have to say anything about your writing now, right?Sangeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07133575770067993106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-25493688067994599142009-09-11T21:30:24.614+05:302009-09-11T21:30:24.614+05:30It is o.k. to be sad and show one's emotions, ...It is o.k. to be sad and show one's emotions, nothing wrong in it. After all it is one of the biggest loss in one's life. How can somebody be so cold and distant... It is not an ordinary day so why treat it that way?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-50990748331362765702009-09-09T00:02:15.036+05:302009-09-09T00:02:15.036+05:30found the article very cold and emotionless. How c...found the article very cold and emotionless. How can anyone be so detached (or act like one)? I also think it is rude to publicise such feelings...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-20822886449870416092009-09-08T18:59:51.142+05:302009-09-08T18:59:51.142+05:30Didn't know the sad news. What to say except h...Didn't know the sad news. What to say except hang in there. Its a moment you will relive forever. <br /><br />MeenakshiMeenakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13749109035521608515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-84289911614357332682009-09-08T17:25:50.272+05:302009-09-08T17:25:50.272+05:30..bish , I had gone through your commandments more.....bish , I had gone through your commandments more then once and appreciated the invisible milestone of your journey crossed by the Ganges(as you say it)towards the final destination Salvation(again taking your words).. I will call that piece of writing , as a defined marker of the soul maturity , you actually needed since this harsh reality was on way towards you...I still have vivid memories of your graceful mom...may her soul rest in peace.. You have great depth and I complement you to have accepted this with unusual courage.. you will need the same courage to live through days ahead, while missing her perpetually in back of your mind... <br />take care bravo! <br />Love and best wishesAKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07113953374003820867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-87333507584611299612009-09-08T16:02:38.607+05:302009-09-08T16:02:38.607+05:30She was a lucky woman. May her soul rest in peace....She was a lucky woman. May her soul rest in peace..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-90394614216292663322009-09-08T15:14:08.392+05:302009-09-08T15:14:08.392+05:30You held yourself but made others cry. Now thats t...You held yourself but made others cry. Now thats the writer. Condolences.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com