tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post5872778905734898162..comments2024-03-25T20:45:09.957+05:30Comments on On The Ganga Mail: Time Flies, After AllBishwanath Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09499834715638337891noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-61635839241512207202011-07-16T16:32:14.031+05:302011-07-16T16:32:14.031+05:30The sculpted body I want to see. So now is this a ...The sculpted body I want to see. So now is this a "motivational"comment?. The positive thinking is to be able to get up or "get it up" in an age when you ought to. No one "expects"at 80. Mwaaah.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-50495022321984476102011-07-16T10:07:18.902+05:302011-07-16T10:07:18.902+05:30Mr S reminds me of my paternal granddad. Today at ...Mr S reminds me of my paternal granddad. Today at 96, he can hardly remember his children's or his grandchildren's names.<br />But that is what age does to you. And there is nothing you, me or anyone can do about that. <br />But let me tell you, it doesn't matter, as long as you have lived your life well. My granddad has and we think about it when he looks at us quizzically at times, trying to place us.<br /><br />Good you wrote this; I can relate to it completely. I see it everydaySepiamniachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03775772565154050637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-19972264091456504202011-07-16T08:57:01.604+05:302011-07-16T08:57:01.604+05:30This comment has been removed by the author.Sudeephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15248954146393962106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-2007468764593187832011-07-16T06:33:56.907+05:302011-07-16T06:33:56.907+05:30BWAAHAA,
where did my comment go?BWAAHAA,<br />where did my comment go?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17929252.post-5401505933667674182011-07-16T04:19:00.197+05:302011-07-16T04:19:00.197+05:30As a French person who spent years in India to stu...As a French person who spent years in India to study its culture, I always believed that Indians had find ways since times immemorial to explore the mind and find answers to the afflictions called fear of death, illnesses, ageing etc..I thought yoga was one answer or non-duality philosophy until I came across B. Ghosh's lines. Every so often, he takes on the garb of a day to day warrior holding as sole weapon his fountain pens... investigating rather platitudinous situations while strolling his city in search of outstanding characters. What would normally be considered (in my eyes) as useless and boring events gets transformed by the magic of his writing into a modern tale or fable. He has developed a keen power of observation and a keen sense of human emotions and details...In every text, what generally starts on a witty mood ends up in questioning the frailties of human nature.....and he does it well...for I know that one day it will be hard for me to lift my arm.Chantalnoreply@blogger.com