tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833411083213663905.post8629776179845123784..comments2023-10-25T03:20:00.692-07:00Comments on Eternal Sunshine of the Thoughtless Mind: Floating Lamp of Shadow ValleySudipto Basuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272783734959529945noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833411083213663905.post-57130950405640655362008-06-18T05:42:00.000-07:002008-06-18T05:42:00.000-07:00Dear Sayan da,Perhaps it sounds a bit too coincide...Dear Sayan da,<BR/><BR/>Perhaps it sounds a bit too coincidental, but even I am feeling pretty miserable and somewhat depressed with myself of late too. I guess everyone goes through such phases. Don't know if this snippet helps you in anyway, but I thought I might as well tell you that you have people who are empathising with you by going to the same thing you are experiencing.<BR/><BR/>By the way, if this depression is anyhow a result of my lack of replies to the comments, I beg pardon. I don't have a regular access to the net here in Kolkata (except in the local cafe: which I visit now and then only!).<BR/><BR/>@Kaushik da<BR/>Thanks for that lovely poem. :)<BR/>And anyway, how does it matter what name you use? The person is who he is.<BR/><BR/>@Suvro Sir<BR/>You and me and people like us have asked this question again and again: to others, and perhaps even to ourselves. What more can we do other than guide ourselves righteously and set the proper examples and hope for the best? There's no use in brooding much over the dark face of mankind: it's better to imbibe inspiration from the little pockets of goodness here and there.<BR/><BR/>And again, my earnest apologies to everyone for the much-delayed replies.Sudipto Basuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00272783734959529945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833411083213663905.post-45116889492511394402008-06-16T08:03:00.000-07:002008-06-16T08:03:00.000-07:00I am usually very optimistic Sudipto, but with som...I am usually very optimistic Sudipto, but with some recent turn of events, some of which are directly and immediately relevant to me, I have been feeling very gloomy and pessimistic of late. After reading this post I have started to feel that it is indeed time to say good bye and we are indeed out of time - in all respects.<BR/>Sayan DattaSayan Dattahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01975519770920793055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833411083213663905.post-87785803752867899482008-06-06T22:40:00.000-07:002008-06-06T22:40:00.000-07:00With regard to your parting comment, Sudipto, I re...With regard to your parting comment, Sudipto, I reflected sadly on the fact that all the parents of those city-bred, idle, rude, snooty, pampered, wasteful brats are quite convinced they have brought up their children very well, and look upon the likes of Arif's family with nothing but contempt! And all our 'development' plans (more IITs, more shopping malls, more cellphone connectivity, more fancy cars and hotels, more IPL-style extravaganzas) are focussed on making more and more brats in the same mould. What does that augur for this country - or indeed the whole world? (the May issue of National Geographic magazine assures me that in China the same brat-pack is swelling even faster!)Suvro Chatterjeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01027202980259279420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833411083213663905.post-17702016354957532032008-06-04T00:08:00.000-07:002008-06-04T00:08:00.000-07:00My apologies to Sudipto, for the mis-spelt name! I...My apologies to Sudipto, for the mis-spelt name! It should be Arif but it could have been Azar also and even Aman! What do you say? <BR/><BR/>Take care.<BR/>KaushikKaushik Chatterjeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08712252983920471892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8833411083213663905.post-60520321991614735592008-06-03T13:38:00.000-07:002008-06-03T13:38:00.000-07:00Extracted from the torn pages of his diary which o...Extracted from the torn pages of his diary which our friend Sudipto could have retrieved…..<BR/><BR/>Flowing astern the life’s jolly boat,<BR/>Beads of sweat crowning the pate,<BR/>The three r’s learnt by rote,<BR/>Cocking a snook at the distant fate<BR/><BR/>The swelling sinews, gnawing sharp<BR/>After an endless wait, dragging the oar,<BR/>Steering clear the sheets, in a frothy warp, <BR/>Carrying the harvest of the season, ashore.<BR/><BR/>The azure sky nestles the winged delight<BR/>Of the halcyon blue, <BR/>Caught in a riotous flight,<BR/>Pasted in the mind’s map in a timeless glue.<BR/><BR/>The sudden rumbling of the craters afield, <BR/>Shears the calm of the paradise lost<BR/>Embracing his brothers in his protective shield,<BR/>Azar thinks ‘bout his father’s forlorn post.<BR/><BR/>The sloth and the slime of his daily toil<BR/>The mundane chores of his childhood sheathed<BR/>These are all but petty to foil<BR/>the dreams of his future, untrammeled and blithe!Kaushik Chatterjeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08712252983920471892noreply@blogger.com