tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post7502092372645192759..comments2023-10-31T20:33:26.817+05:30Comments on Past Continuous: TRAIN TO THE HEARTLANDSucharita Sarkarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802171314546508539noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-34436001130193656072010-03-04T18:21:30.246+05:302010-03-04T18:21:30.246+05:30Thanks for letting us board your memory-train.Thanks for letting us board your memory-train.Sucharita Sarkarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07802171314546508539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-45520824804461151912010-02-24T22:02:36.168+05:302010-02-24T22:02:36.168+05:30Apart from all the long trips that we took as a fa...Apart from all the long trips that we took as a family I loved the most were the trips made from howrah to kgp.I could see what Bankim meant by 'shashya shyamala'.The vast streches of green paddy fields were year round feature.I loved tea in earthen containers...the people and everything.lopahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18165334793515601254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-54206306530183507372010-02-23T02:25:53.874+05:302010-02-23T02:25:53.874+05:30Your blog posts bring such warmth. What a pleasur...Your blog posts bring such warmth. What a pleasure to read about your childhood memories.<br /><br />My first train ride was to Atlanta. Because it was a short ride, we road in coach. I must have been 17 or 18. I remember when my brother and I wanted to walk to the lunch room. You had to go outside of the train car and then go inside the next train car.<br /><br />But between the train cars... the ground MOVED. We didn't expect it and freaked out. Rob was the first one to go from car to car. I held open the door of the car we were in, then he LEPT over the "moving part" and held open the door to the car we were going into. I followed his lead and lept over too.<br /><br />By the afternoon, we were able to walk across and it wasn't a big deal. Have to laugh about the leap frog fears!<br /><br />The second train ride was from New Orleans to California. We had rooms this time instead of going coach. It was nicer, but wow - those rooms were small!Aletahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05605214202876973830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-63674637479523417322010-02-21T09:18:27.661+05:302010-02-21T09:18:27.661+05:30Enjoyed reading the first part. You have reminded ...Enjoyed reading the first part. You have reminded me of many things, the kunjo for one, accepting physical discomfort as part of many adventures for another. Will look forward to the next stories.Santanu Sinha Chaudhurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15062744470522359652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-31764774833735207062010-02-18T15:04:02.420+05:302010-02-18T15:04:02.420+05:30Train journey is always interesting. There is a ra...Train journey is always interesting. There is a race to get windows seat and when bored climb up to the upper berth and survey from top. Who can forget card gamesRajeshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10325697671806865458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-37753082515845216642010-02-17T22:32:16.325+05:302010-02-17T22:32:16.325+05:30You have some memories indeed ! some deep seated m...You have some memories indeed ! some deep seated memories ! <br /><br />Well captured ! how have you been ? Its been some time...!<br /><br />:)Kavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11426040093753611098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-52544141901110007672010-02-17T14:34:08.975+05:302010-02-17T14:34:08.975+05:30Lovely memories of such train rides rush to my min...Lovely memories of such train rides rush to my mind - trips to muzaffarpur, agra, kiul and places all over Jharkhand. <br /><br />These days he comfort of air-conditioned travel have taken away the tactile charm of travel. I remember that the air smelt so different as you proceeded into the Hindi heartland from Bengal.<br /><br />Looking forward to the addendum hinted at the bottom of the postLazyanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04515533973086213840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-63893771176815451992010-02-16T15:08:36.475+05:302010-02-16T15:08:36.475+05:30I so miss those times when just the though of bein...I so miss those times when just the though of being on a train could bring happiness. It meant meeting new people and travelling long shores.<br />Who cared about the temperature when so much was happening around.<br />Looks like my children will never know the pleasure of cold/hot air rushing to their faces.Pearl https://www.blogger.com/profile/12559027600304501368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-84507959484741272122010-02-15T18:31:42.319+05:302010-02-15T18:31:42.319+05:30"But being children, being middle-class, and ..."But being children, being middle-class, and being part of the frugal-seventies-generation, we never felt the heat or the discomfort. We didn't know any better. Maybe that is a good thing."<br /><br />That's very true. <br />My yearly train ride was on the Island Express that goes from Bangalore to Kerala. I still have memories of the soot and the whistle and what I remember most is the food. Yum!Slogan Muruganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13662487161611120966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-39409705002824081792010-02-15T18:07:19.691+05:302010-02-15T18:07:19.691+05:30What an interesting memory of train rides. I remem...What an interesting memory of train rides. I remembr shorter trips as well on a slowsteam engine through the countryside in the West Indies.Harveehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03490108303790217277noreply@blogger.com