tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post5920497102913759197..comments2023-10-31T20:33:26.817+05:30Comments on Past Continuous: THE MORNING WALK - PART ISucharita Sarkarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802171314546508539noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-55168372170477536712009-11-30T15:02:58.984+05:302009-11-30T15:02:58.984+05:30Thanks, everybody, for taking us along for a walk ...Thanks, everybody, for taking us along for a walk down memory lane.Sucharita Sarkarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07802171314546508539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-22635448549606764312009-11-22T12:48:44.898+05:302009-11-22T12:48:44.898+05:30Indeed, morning walks are no longer the way they u...Indeed, morning walks are no longer the way they used to be. Today, you will find people going for a walk with headphones on. Awesome with a fluid writing style.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11584939763437145752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-77885125416914280862009-11-17T10:06:40.453+05:302009-11-17T10:06:40.453+05:30I remember walking to “the Village” in the town in...I remember walking to “the Village” in the town in the Laurentian mountains where my family had a country house. We could walk by the rocks on one side of the street or the lake on the other. Those words <i>the Village</i> give the small commercial center great solidity in my recollections.<br /> ==============<br /> Detectives Beyond Borders<br />"Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home"<br /> <a href="http://www.detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">http://detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com/</a>Peter Rozovskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09977933481463759162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-6025423279780112732009-11-15T18:29:25.411+05:302009-11-15T18:29:25.411+05:30Stopped the morning walks. The roads that have bee...Stopped the morning walks. The roads that have been dug up have not been filled properly, and this can be quite a strain to avoid the stones, but how many can you avoid? And the traffic that comes on the wrong side of the road. Now we have a stationary bike and then some yoga etc etc. Miss the morning fresh air. Walks with my grandfather and father were a little like the one you described.radhahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05837846875386312338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-43534111192057225932009-11-14T05:42:34.733+05:302009-11-14T05:42:34.733+05:30There's nothing finer than an Indian morning.....There's nothing finer than an Indian morning...it's no longer possible in some places, but don't worry, it's still here.....the Ganga is 150m away from me, early morning bathers are there; the sounds from nearby temples and roadside stores delight the ears and senses; the first cup of chai from the wallah with the huge old 1920's kettle :)....it's all there....and I love it....♥ Brajahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07693196044262677095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-80138371471770800582009-11-12T10:40:56.391+05:302009-11-12T10:40:56.391+05:30I moved about six months ago to a new/old part of ...I moved about six months ago to a new/old part of town. Although I usually take the bus home, I always walk to work in the morning. It's a beautiful neighborhood, probably one of the most settled and established, and I really enjoy it.seana grahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03774794086733027289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-88232642836724144652009-11-12T08:55:48.617+05:302009-11-12T08:55:48.617+05:30My elder daughter's school bus comes 10 minute...My elder daughter's school bus comes 10 minutes before sunrise, so we all have a swell time watching the mesmerizing sunrise everyday and walk past the dew soaked grass, so do all the other elementary school kids.After dropping my li'l one to school I go for a long walk without any contraption in my ears and listen to the chirping birds.I do use an i-pod when I am in the gym but not outdoors.lopahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18165334793515601254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-72650120481366576452009-11-10T10:59:48.801+05:302009-11-10T10:59:48.801+05:30I feel the world is the same, its we who change. W...I feel the world is the same, its we who change. When i was a child everything and anything brought curiosity. birds, trees, rivers, bridges all were such wonderful objects that captured our fancy.<br /><br />But now, its money, investment, future, child's future, health, old age, retirement. <br /><br />Only time i turn back is when i spend time with my daughter. Thats when i realize everything is the same, its i who have changed. Its wonderful to remember those wonderful childhood days. Thanks for sharing this.ZBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02447730465256670305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-80009335980067673472009-11-10T09:18:20.972+05:302009-11-10T09:18:20.972+05:30Brilliant !
These days, when i run in the mornin...Brilliant ! <br /><br />These days, when i run in the morning, i notice the i-pod types, with goggles !<br /><br />And wonder, what they are running from or what they are running to. <br /><br />But thats the way of the world. these days !<br /><br />The only thing that perhaps seems to be as common as the old times, is the sun rising ! <br /><br />The ganges must be polluted. And the tea is expensive ! And the natural sounds are replaced by honks and heckles. <br /><br />Ok. The toast biscuit...well, save that !Kavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11426040093753611098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-76990136284937325142009-11-10T02:01:53.060+05:302009-11-10T02:01:53.060+05:30Nice analysis...its so true!!!Nice analysis...its so true!!!NRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17987719285041286082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-55485094754986834862009-11-09T17:31:57.996+05:302009-11-09T17:31:57.996+05:30Earlier we were close towards nature. Now we are c...Earlier we were close towards nature. Now we are close towards materialistic world And gadgets are a part.<br /><br />What is six pack?<br />What is eight pack?<br />What is size-zero?<br />Temporary or permanent???<br /><br />Anyways, regarding walks: quit years back but yes, when I used to walk it was for fresh breathing And fresh night dews for feet. Those were the days. Now-a-days even grass is rare And fresh breathing a dream.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-23149164816424445142009-11-09T17:29:32.102+05:302009-11-09T17:29:32.102+05:30This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-7384695536263324082009-11-09T17:04:36.614+05:302009-11-09T17:04:36.614+05:30Some tag along,
shoelaces open,
clutching a big fi...Some tag along,<br />shoelaces open,<br />clutching a big finger;<br />skipping through<br />the grassy path<br />to the river.<br />And as the <br />sun paints the horizon,<br />they flop down,<br />lying on wet grass,<br />thinking<br />of Ma, baba, didi<br />and of course,<br /> breakfast.<br /><br />Today,<br />trainers guide the feet,<br />lightness,<br />not in the heart,<br />but in the shoes;<br />Headbands with tick marks<br />instead of a sari pallu<br />wiping the forehead;<br />and <br />two massive discs<br />cover the ears.<br /><br />Missing out<br />on<br />the mother,<br />calling out with<br />the left lunchbox,<br />a wife,<br />reminding <br />about the key,<br />the building sweeper<br />his soundless<br />toothy smile,<br />and <br />the neighbor's dog<br />protesting the balcony.<br /><br />The sky changes color,<br />so do the signals,<br />The fresh air <br />gets a whiff of exhaust;<br />he adjusts his headphones, <br />takes a deep breath, <br />and listens, <br />to someone sing,<br />predictably,<br />"Beat it !"Ugich Konitarihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15901335427613806798noreply@blogger.com