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हर घर कुछ कहता है ………..

January 17, 2009

Every home says something……..

Har ghar chup chaap se yeh kehta hai ki andar usmein kaun rehta hai?
Chhat bataati hai yeh kiska aasmaan hai….
Rang kehte hain kiska yeh jahaan hai….
Kamron mein kiski kalpana jhalakti hai?
Is farsh par nange pair kiske bacche chalte hain?
Kaun chun chunke ise pyaar se sajaata hai?
Kaun is makaan mein apna ghar basaata hai?
Har ghar chup chaap se yeh kehta hai ki andar usmein kaun rehta hai………

Ever thought about it?:)
When I saw this advertisement for the first time,I was simply transported back to my childhood…
A gravelly voice in the background saying these lines and asking these questions in the visuals…..

We all remember the homes that we grew up in….Homes and not merely houses….
For, there’s a vast difference between the two…
One is bricks and mortar ,the other is warmth itself……:)

The size of the house doesn’t matter,nor does the locality….
Or whether your curtains were silk or cotton or none at all…
Or whether there was a carpet,a plain rug , a ‘dari’ or simply a bare floor…
Whether there was enough food on the table ,or more than plenty or barely enough for one…
Or whether there was a table to eat around or one simply sat on the floor…
Who cares?and who remembers?
Who cares what kind of curtains one had?
How would we know?
We were just little kids playing in our make believe world…:)..
and that was just enough happiness to fill our little magical world…

Funny things these memories are….
The silly things one remembers…:)
I remember we used to have muddy/chocolatey(?) brown curtains in the living room…
AND leafy green ones in the bedrooms…..
They had self print of little leaves and I used to think they were pure silk…..:)!
Till ma broke that illusion when I was in college and said,”Those cotton ones were really nice..have to get something like that..”:D

For a child ,a one room apartment can become a slice of heaven if joys tiptoe in regularly and happiness prances about …….
A little terrace can become a palace and the balcony becomes one’s very own fort…:)

My home was an oasis all on its own…
It was ma,it was dad and it was three little brats…
We were fortunate enough to have a huge garden and a kitchen garden…..(all courtesy the Army and MES):)

Countless hours were spent simply playing there ….
Spent in playing make-believe ‘ghar-ghar’….
Making little ‘ghars‘ out of mud and twigs and everything at hand…
Even a snail once!Blech!don’t ask why…only my brother dearest knows…
Ma and Dad simply watched sitting on the verandah….

‘Childhood’ doesn’t find mud dirty …
And washing hands is simply a botheration…a necessary ‘evil’..:)
Who’s to say we didn’t plan our whole futures, out there sitting under the ‘Palash’ tree…..?

A tiny ,frail ‘Gulmohar’tree in another corner…
We were forbidden to touch it…:)
For two very IMPORTANT reasons…..
One , a little sparrow had built her nest on a branch…
AND the gulmohar was also where our Diwali lights were strung…:)

The sparrow was ma’s weakness,the lights were dad’s responsibility…
गौरैया aana shubh hota hai”**, was ma’s belief…(still is:))
We three agreed….:D
Quite simply because we had the little chicks to wonder at..
Once a little baby fell out…
Dad very gently put it back in the nest…
The three of us pouted for days…
We wanted to feed the baby and keep it as our very own pet sparrow..:)

The garden was always full of roses…white ones…and bougainvillaea….
Bushes and bushes of just red and pink bougainvillaea and nothing else…
Dad was err…kind of possessive about his garden….:D
We could play,but not pluck…nor trample nor yank..(his words..all)
Dad has always had a green thumb as far as I can remember…
Plants responded to him ..they blossomed and they bloomed…:)
I and ma on the other hand ,could drown any plant by simply making it ‘drink’ too much…:D

There was a terrace too….
but used only for parties…of the formal kind…
Very boring for three little kids and their idle,imaginative minds…:D
So ma and dad, both, would pack us off to our room to watch t.v…
Ever wondered how t.v used to get soo boring when given willingly…?:D

And oh yes!atleast 10-11 other kids would be in the room with us too..
All sent to watch some ‘t.v’ by other invited guests,their parents…..
So……either a kid was breaking something in a corner….
Or another was fiddling with the remote..
Or another was wailing his head off….
Or my evil lil brother had gathered a group around him…
And was telling everyone tales of his bravery(exhibit a:-a LITTLE NICK on his finger) or/telling them…no!giving them PRECISE instructions on how to climb the gate in the garden..:)

Our living room was…well just that….the LIVING room…cushions were never in place..the sofa used to be dragged around…
not a memento or showpiece in sight(we had broken them all…(the showpieces that is…..mementoes were too’sacred’):)
No carpets to speak of…:)all safely tucked away by ma..
The curtains were used for hide -n-seek…it was anything but formal…
Any guests coming home had to deal with pencils ,crayons ,little action figures or other such hazardous things when they sat…
After a while the regular visitors started checking twice before sitting…:D

Our bedrooms were well….not quite our bedrooms…..
we failed to convince our parents that this was ‘cool’…
Pleaded and begged..to no avail….
Ma used to give this extremely innocent look(she has a copyright on this one..:))
and say,”but beta, that IS your room…!”
We just used to give her a look that said..”REALLY??”
Then how come you won’t let us have privacy?
Why can’t we turn the music loud?
Why can’t we close the door?

Sigh!:)
This was where ma and dad both put their foot down and said no separate room till you guys are in 8th,the age of ‘SERIOUS studying..’
”But thats YEARSSSSS AWAY!”,……… we wailed……to no avail….
And of course a lot of eye-rolling by both the cruel ,no cruellest parents in the world ..:D
‘What do studies have to do with it?”we wailed again….:)
But privacy was a concept ma and dad couldn’t understand or more likely …simply wouldn’t….:D
They loved their babies and they wanted every minute,every second accounted for…:)

Watching T.V was a luxury one seldom got…only when one had been ‘good’…:)
But we never missed it because there were so many other more wonderful things to do…
Butterflies fluttering in the garden,a lot of ground to dig into,a huge crab crawling by…two little rabbits of our very own….sheer heaven…:)
A Hindi movie on Thursday and an English one on Mondays…all at the Army Movie Hall…
the Movie newsletter was checked by ma and dad…
”Okay,any adult type movies?any violence?any obscenity?tacky?”,….their list was long and movies that came up to their expectations were very,very few…:)

So we trooped off on SOME Thursdays and Tuesdays in the Army Bus which used to pick up all the neighbouring kids…
THE ONLY time we were left on our own….*evil,evil grin*
SO we used to go mad……..How???
We used to buy popcorn ,chaat, samosas and soft drinks all on our very own…(gasp!)imagine!we would buy so many candies!!!
Kids have funny ideas of being independent and mad don’t they?..:)

The samosas were from this place called ‘Kathuria’s‘(Mhowiites swear by him:D)
And the total money we were given was 20 Rs each…:)(none for the lil bro…he was still a kid…he begged in front of us ALL THE time..:D.)
And with those 20 bucks, we thought ,no! we were sure that we WERE the kings ,the queens you name it….
Who was richer than us haan?No one I tell you!no one!!No sir!absolutely not!:)
20 Rs each!!!Oh my god!we thought we could buy the world and still have some left over…:D

We could giggle and whisper AND kick our friends in the dark..
We could peer at bhaiyyas and didis ‘going around'(Gasp!the very notion!):D
At the age of 9-10, one was horrified…why would anyone WANT to go out with a guy/girl? YUCK!!and EWWWW!used to be the dominant sentiments…:D
We could swing our legs,pull the chairs till they were just right ,fiddle a bit,eat the samosas,gulp the softdrinks….
My little brother, the baby of the family who would embarass both his siblings by getting up in the middle of a movie…
And asking in the pin drop silence,”Didi/bhaiyya ,”ek rupaye mein kya-kya milta hai?”(”What is available for 1 rupee?”)
We both wanted to disown him right there..:D..what a question..we wanted to die!!…lol!

In short,We did EVERYTHING BUT WATCH THE MOVIE ….:)
Plus the English ones were kinda hard to understand at that age..accents and all…and the Hindi ones were so weird..:D
We went there just because we could,to have fun,to show we were cool…:)

When the movie was in its last 20 minutes ALL the kids(the smart ones that is..:D)RAN for the bus….to get a seat…
And watched the movie from there..(Army Halls are generally open air halls…incredibly open and spacious and an experience by themselves and very safe….:))

And then we trooped off home….counting how much we had spent,how much was left….all to give ma an account…:)
Eyes were droopy..it used to be 11 in the night by the time we reached…’Junoon’ used to be just finishing…..

Ma and Dad would bundle the three of us to bed…before one or all three of us would run for the bathroom…(all those candies):D
Tummy ache till morning..more coddling by ma and dad…ma and dad sleeping with us,getting up in the middle of the night and checking for fever..(this was the pattern on every movie day):)

And yet….. they never told us to stop going or to stop eating candies……:)

Another memory comes to mind….one of mouthwatering aromas…:)
Because most of all ,our home used to be filled with the various smells,the aromas of cooking…..
The kitchen was our very own idea of heaven….
What was not to like??Everything was simply mouthwatering….
Sit on the counter and chatter all day long with ma….
Or peer and check in hiding holes to see what was eatable…:D
Yes,ma and dad(to a very ,verrry leeteel extent..:D)made amazing ‘khaana’,
But more than the quality of the food was the happiness that aromas filled our home with…
Has one ever been to a happy home where the smell of cooking doesn’t exist?
And I don’t mean the cooking has to be good or even average….it could be burnt khaana for all I care…
Rather its the thought behind it all and the sharing of food that binds us all doesn’t it?

I remember going to one house which was so beautifully decorated,not expensively,just very artistically…(by an interior decorator,I later learnt)
I couldn’t understand why or how someone would employ a decorator to decorate one’s own home?
For,isn’t that where our dreams reside?
Our hopes,our aspirations,a few tears,a lot of laughs,and most of all…love….the soul stirring kind…
Don’t you want to give shape to your very own Aashiyana(Sanskrit for ‘beautiful home’)
The bearer of your dreams?The harbinger of hopes..and of dreams you are still to dream?
Homes reflect our souls in more ways than one….

This particular home was very beautiful…
And yet there was something missing always…
Things were always in their proper positions,you couldn’t take a step without worrying that something would fall and break…
The kitchen was quite gloomy really…because no cooking ever (that I know of)
All readymade khaana or Junk food….(which I personally thought was rather awesome):)
But surprisingly, all our friends always ended up at our house…
They inherently knew ,I think of what was missing and they made up for it by coming over every day after school…

No, not all of them….some of them had very happy homes…just the ones who felt lost ,I now realize…
There were a lot of happy homes,homes where you could enter the kitchen and ask for nimbu paani without feeling awkward….
Stand leaning against the counter and feel right at home…
And then there were homes where one felt scared and guilty asking for water also…
Of course ,they would have given us water….:)but one just felt an inhibition….

Why have I rambled on and on???Simple….has a mental image formed in your mind of the house that was my home?:)

That was my house…..chirpy,lively,beautiful ,messy..way too messy..:)and always filled with the sounds of laughter,giggling(when three little heads hatched conspiracies together..:D)some crying(when we got whacks..oh !we did get whacked a lot ,all by mom..:D)…and countless little joys…and hopes of two parents who wanted the world for their children….:)

Some houses ‘speak’ to you because they are a home…
Some stand invitingly,beckoning you closer,
Some are so happy and sunny that you yearn to be invited inside…:)
Some are so filled with the sounds of laughter that they make passsers-by stop and smile..(As Lala’s house seems to be from the pictures:))
Some houses are a world all by themselves……..:)

Kyun uss ghar ka darwaza hardam khula nazar aata hai….
Yes ,this was my home….always open to friends,visitors,neighbours,relatives,strangers….
And for family?the doors were and are always open for family….:)

Exams se pehle bachhon ke best friends padhne yahin kyun aate hain
and this was my home as well…:)

Rotiyan yahaan pe kabhi ginke kyun nahin banti
This is ma’s personal belief….:) ..she used to get and still gets REALLY offended at this question…..
”Rotiyan gin ke banti hain?,”She gets all indignant…you would have to meet her sometime to see for yourself….:)

Kyun cricket mein haarte haarte India yahin pe jeet jaata hai…..
Many a match has been watched with bleary eyes till dawn on a purana sofa….:)

Kaise ek makaan chupke se ghar ban jaata hai
Kyun uss ghar ka darwaza hardam khula nazar aata hai
Kyun padosi apne ghar se zyada iss ghar mein nazar aate hain
Postman bhi sirf naam dekhke chitthi le aata hai
Exams se pehle bachhon ke best friends padhne yahin kyun aate hain
Rotiyan yahaan pe kabhi ginke kyun nahin banti
Kyun Holi khelne poora mohalla yahin par jut-ta hai
Kyun Diwali ka pehla pataka yahin se choothta hai
Kyun cricket mein haarte haarte India yahin pe jeet jaata hai
Kaise yeh ghar sabki zindagi mein rang laata hai
Har ghar chup chaap se kehta hai…Ki andar ismein kaun rehta hai.

आपका घर क्या कहता है?:)

What does your home say?:)

क्यूँ कुछ मकान घर नही बन पाते?…………………
Kyun Kuchh makaan bas deewaron mein simat jaate hain?
Kyun kuch makaan kewal kamaron ki ginati hote hain?
Kyun kuchh makaan bujhe ,bujhe se lagte hain?
Kyun kuchh makaan hamein paas nahin bulaate?

Why is it that some houses never become a home?
Why is it that some houses are only confined to the walls?
Why are some houses just about the NUMBER of rooms?
Why is it that some houses seem so sad and dreary?
Why is it that some houses don’t invite us closer?

>(About the advertisement)

FOR AREN,LALA AND ANA FROM THIS POINT ONWARDS…..:)

Aren,Lala and Ana, I promised to translate the lyrics for you….And here they are….with a few links too…(the advertisement mentioned above is the one with the lyrics given below in italics..):)

Har ghar chup chaap se yeh kehta hai ki andar usmein kaun rehta hai?
Chhat bataati hai yeh kiska aasmaan hai….
Rang kehte hain kiska yeh jahaan hai….
Kamron mein kiski kalpana jhalakti hai?
Is farsh par nange pair kiske bacche chalte hain?
Kaun chun chunke ise pyaar se sajaata hai?
Kaun is makaan mein apna ghar basaata hai?
Har ghar chup chaap se yeh kehta hai ki andar usmein kaun rehta hai………

Each home says something very quietly……
The roof tells one of the owner,
The colours tell you whose world it is,
Whose creativity is visible in the rooms?
Whose kids walk barefoot on the floors?
Who has built a home in this house?
Each home says something very quietly,
Of who lives inside ………………

Meanings of the Hindi/Urdu words
Har=Every
Makaan=House
Ghar=Home
Chup-Chaap=Quietly
Yeh=This
Kehta=Says
Andar=Inside
Rahta=Lives
Chatt=Roof
Kaun=Who
Kamron+Rooms
Kalpana=Creativity
Jhalakti=Visible
Farsh=Floor
Nange Pair=Barefeet
Bacche=Children
Chalte=Walk
Chun-Chunke=Choosing/Selecting

Kaise ek makaan chupke se ghar ban jaata hai
Kyun uss ghar ka darwaza hardam khula nazar aata hai
Kyun padosi apne ghar se zyada iss ghar mein nazar aate hain
Postman bhi sirf naam dekhke chitthi le aata hai
Exams se pehle bachhon ke best friends padhne yahin kyun aate hain
Rotiyan yahaan pe kabhi ginke kyun nahin banti
Kyun Holi khelne poora mohalla yahin par jut-ta hai
Kyun Diwali ka pehla pataka yahin se choothta hai
Kyun cricket mein haarte haarte India yahin pe jeet jaata hai
Kaise yeh ghar sabki zindagi mein rang laata hai
Har ghar chup chaap se kehta hai…Ki andar ismein kaun rehta hai.

How quietly a house becomes a home,
Why is the door to that home always open?
Why are all the neighbours always seen in this home and not in their own?
The postman brings the letters after merely a glance at the name,
Why are all the kid’s best friends always here to study for the exams?
Why are chapaatis never counted and made here?
Why is it that the whole neighbourhood turns up here to play on Holi?
Why is it that the first Diwali cracker always goes off from here..?
Why does India win in Cricket HERE after having been on the verge of losing ?…
Of how this home brings colours to everyone’s lives….
Each home says something very quietly,
Of who lives inside ………………

Meanings of the Hindi/Urdu words
Makaan=House(or used here to refer to the loneliness/solitary nature of just a building and not a HOME)
Ghar=Home
Kyun=Why
Darwaza=Door
Hardam=Always
Khula=Open
Padosi=Neighbour
Sirf=Only
Naam=Name
Chitthi=Letter
Pehle=before
Padhne=To study
Holi khelne=To play Holi( a Festival celebrated in India with colours)
Pehla=First
Pataka=Cracker
Diwali=Another festival celebrated in India,literally ‘The Festival Of Lights..’
Haarte-Haarte=losing/on the verge of losing
Jeet=Win
Zindagi=Life
Rang=Colours
Chapatti=Roti(refer to link given above)

**”गौरैया aana shubh hota hai”
( A sparrow(गौरैया pronounced Gauraiyya)is considered auspicious by some people,like my mom:)…she says it makes a home happy and sunny and so sparrows are encouraged to make their nests in homes…:))…

Palash Tree=Flame of the Forest(Butea monosperma (Lamk))Also sometimes used for making colours for Holi..(Scroll down ,Palash is the 6th one on the link page)

Gulmohar Tree=Common name: Flame Tree, Royal Poinciana • Hindi: Gulmohar गुलमोहर • Bengali: Krishnachura • Kannada: Kempu torai
Botanical name: Delonix regia Family: Caesalpiniaceae (Gulmohar family)

Gulmohar Tree
Palash tree/Flowers

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35 Comments leave one →
  1. Ajit permalink
    January 17, 2009 11:35 am

    I have no words left in my dictionary to use…. (I mean the good adjectives) LOL hehehehehe

    great one as usual…
    yeah, “homes” that we live in especially when young will never be forgotten….

  2. Usha Pisharody permalink
    January 17, 2009 5:01 pm

    Oh my, oh my , oh my!!!!

    And many more Oh My!!!s….

    You truly transported me back to TA-5, the house number, in the colony where we lived in Bangalore 🙂

    The house was the remnant of erstwhile barracks of the Army, left behind an age back. It had a tiled roof, spacious, huge rooms, all in one straight line, a lovely verandah stretching length of the house, lots of trees, a huge garage, a swing, a tank, lots of squirrels nest, and we had to keep adopting all the baby squirrels that kept falling off; sadly none of them survived beyond a day or two, even though we watched over them more dedicated than their own mommas [goes to show how important one’s own mamma is :)]; had these solemn and sorrowful burials for each of them [They were named in the Squeaky Series… I, II, etc :)]

    But really, as I have said before, I am blown over by your way of sharing and your wonderfully personal touch in the way you write!

    Kudos for this, and thanks again! I took a trip down memory lane with you.

  3. Indyeah permalink
    January 17, 2009 8:23 pm

    Ajit:-:D that says enough on its own…..
    thank you..:)
    and yes ,’homes’ where we spent our bachpan are so,so special….:)
    Thanks….:)

    Usha Pisharody:-*A HUGE grin* and an AWWWW!!!
    You remember the number of the house!!:D Me too!
    That’s what a home does doesn’t it?Stay forever imprinted on one’s mind!
    I can soo identify with your home….verandah,swings,trees,
    garage, squirrels nest and all…:)
    and the Squeaky Series!!AWWW!how cute is that?:)
    and yes, one is always sooo fascinated by little creatures as a child…:)
    Thank you so much…
    I loved going on the trip too..:)
    and thank you for those very ‘awesome’ words of praise…..:)

  4. hitch writer permalink
    January 17, 2009 11:52 pm

    Whoa !!

    I am going back to home this month end and I can’t wait.

    house has special memories, our mango tree, our badam tree aah !!!

    We three brothers would catch put peanuts under a tub at our house and set traps to catch squirrels that were plenty. A lot of them would be caught in the tub but the moment you tried to lift the tub and catch it in your hand, they would rush and come out so fast we could never catch them !!!

    Then catching small fishes and putting them in our water tank, Mom screaming and scolding us for doing that !!!!

    Aaaah I am nostalgic about these things all the time and your post again reminded me the same things !!!

    That advertisement is really super too !!

  5. Usha Pisharody permalink
    January 18, 2009 12:27 am

    Indyeah, Do visit here to pick up a something I have for you 🙂

  6. उन्मुक्त permalink
    January 18, 2009 12:51 am

    अरे आप तो हिन्दी में लिख लेती हैं तो हिन्दी में ही चिट्ठी क्यों नहीं लिखती।

    यह न केवल मेरी उम्र के लोगों को तंग करता है पर लोगों को टिप्पणी करने से भी हतोत्साहित करता है।

  7. Vinod_Sharma permalink
    January 18, 2009 6:13 am

    One day you are going to write a novel of the canvas of ‘Thornbirds’…I will need an autographed copy.

  8. Smitha permalink
    January 18, 2009 7:04 am

    Am speechless ! As Ajit says – no words left.. guess I should just have a script running for every post of yours 🙂

    Yes, the homes of our childhood will always have a special place in our memories.. Only you could have so eloquently voiced it!

  9. Indyeah permalink
    January 18, 2009 8:35 am

    Hitch Writer:-I absolutely loved reading that….because you were transported back to your childhood days weren’t you?

    ”house has special memories, our mango tree, our badam tree aah !!!”

    Lucky,lucky you…:)growing up with such beautiful memories….

    And catching squirrels and putting fishes in the water tank…lol!Why is it not hard for me to imagine three little boys doing that?:)
    and making your mom scream!and I bet the three of you gave her quite a few strands of grey..:)
    Enjoy your trip back home….and remember those days..:)

    उन्मुक्त :- आपका कहना बिल्कुल सही है ।
    मैं हिन्दी में लिख लेती हूँ,हिन्दी एवं अंग्रेजी दोनों ही भाषाऒ पर मजबूत पकड़ भी है ।
    परन्तु कंप्यूटर पर हिन्दी मे लिखना बेहद चुनौतिपूर्ण है ।
    परन्तु मेरा उद्देश्य लोगों को टिप्पणी करने से हतोत्साहित करना कदापि नहीं है । आप टिप्पणी करने में बिल्कुल नहीं हिचकिचाएँ ।
    Aage se Main koshish karungi ki kuchh posts Hindi mein bhi likhoon….
    Mera Hindi software ke baare mein gyaan abhi seemit hai.Aur abhi kuchh hi dinon pehle iss software ka istemaal karnaa seekha hai.Aasha hai jaldi hi poori tarah seekh jaaungi.Aap apne vichaar hum sabhi ke saath zaroor baatein.Bhaasha koi bhi ho ,samajhna adhik aavashyak hai.:)Aisa meraa maanana hai..:)Shubh Raatri!:)

  10. Indyeah permalink
    January 18, 2009 8:40 am

    Vinod Sir:-:)Thank you for those very,very kind words….actually thank you seems too short a word…..
    Your words simply make me smile and are a huge morale booster…:)
    Thank you so much.

    Smitha:-Thank you so much…:)
    Yes, childhood is a golden period in one’s life,pity we realize it so late ..or maybe thats the beauty of it..:)
    And you, my friend ,write extremely well…so don’t tell me you can’t…
    Why do you think I follow your blog?:D
    To look at the scenery?:D
    Keep writing! keep believing!:)
    and good luck with the ‘chicken thing’…:D…lol!

  11. mesoliloquy permalink
    January 18, 2009 9:55 am

    I love the way you weave nostalgia into your posts. Defence brat here and for most part it looked like you are talking about my childhood.

    “Okay,any adult type movies?any violence?any obscenity?”

    Ha! Ha! My dad even thought Rangeela was unsuitable for us kids. He has come a long way since:)

    Seeing that Palash tree reminds me of some show with a beautiful title song ‘Jab jab tum mere ghar aana phool Palash ke le aana’…something on the lines.

    • February 2, 2010 8:25 pm

      Lovely post, Indyeah – just realised you, Solilo and me are defense brats (me army brat)!!
      me- arre Corinne! I never knew that! imagine my surprise! all defence brats then 😀

      • February 3, 2010 9:17 am

        Corinne, Hugs. Air Force brat here. Indy is Army brat. 😀

  12. A Thousand Clapping Hands permalink
    January 18, 2009 12:33 pm

    Thank you so much for your visit and your kind words. Your blog feels like a very gentle place.
    All the best to you,
    Catherine

  13. Cynthia permalink
    January 18, 2009 4:50 pm

    Your home was your oasis…how sensitive and reflective…thanks for coming over to Oasis Writing Link. I enjoyed my visit, great color against the black and powerful quotes.

  14. Indyeah permalink
    January 18, 2009 6:58 pm

    Mesoliloquy:-lol!Your dad and my dad should meet sometime!Were they twins?:D
    All defence brats follow the same pattern..:)

    Rangeela was ahem ‘unsuitable’ for us too…:D
    and you reminded me of the song too…beautiful one..:)

    A Thousand Clapping Hands:-Thank you so much Catherine…I wanted to say that about your blog.It’s so beautiful.You are most welcome.A visit to your blog is nothing short of pleasure of a good kind:)

    Cynthia:-You are most welcome Cynthia.I enjoyed reading your blog.The poem captured my attention.:)Thank you for the compliment.:)

  15. उन्मुक्त permalink
    January 18, 2009 8:00 pm

    हिन्दी में टाइप करना मुश्किल नहीं है। यदि आप विंडोज़ प्रयोग करती हैं तो कैफ हिन्दी का फोनेटिक कीबोर्ड इस्तेमाल कर के देखिये। यदि आप अंग्रेजी में आसानी से टाइप कर लेती हैं तो कोई मुश्किल नहीं होगी। यह आसान है इसे आप यहां से डाउनलोड कर सकती हैं।

    यदि आप मेरे जैसे लिनेक्स का प्रयोग करती हैं तो इसमें हिन्दी में टाईप करना और भी आसान है। SCIM का प्रयोग करके देखिये।

    मेरी पिछली टिप्पणी गलती से अधूरी रह गयी थी। मैं वास्तव में निम्नलिखित बात कहना चाहता था।

    कृपया वर्ड वेरीफिकेशन हटा लें। यह न केवल मेरी उम्र के लोगों को तंग करता है पर लोगों को टिप्पणी करने से भी हतोत्साहित करता है।

  16. indyana permalink
    January 18, 2009 8:37 pm

    Oh dear Indyeah! Your post didn’t touch it ripped at my heart! The innocence and beauty of your life was a pleasure to read about! AN army childhood must be so special!! My life since childhood has been a good slice of growing up to harshness!Your posts bring back a sense of security and warmth! Bless you!

  17. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 18, 2009 10:25 pm

    Phenomenal, mindblowing post. Particularly appreciate that extra mile to translate hindi to english and the pics you put up to relate to the flame of the forest and palash! Agree with Vinod about the possibility of a book!

  18. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 18, 2009 10:25 pm

    Phenomenal, mindblowing post. Particularly appreciate that extra mile to translate hindi to english and the pics you put up to relate to the flame of the forest and palash! Agree with Vinod about the possibility of a book!

  19. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 18, 2009 10:25 pm

    Phenomenal, mindblowing post. Particularly appreciate that extra mile to translate hindi to english and the pics you put up to relate to the flame of the forest and palash! Agree with Vinod about the possibility of a book!

  20. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 18, 2009 10:25 pm

    Phenomenal, mindblowing post. Particularly appreciate that extra mile to translate hindi to english and the pics you put up to relate to the flame of the forest and palash! Agree with Vinod about the possibility of a book!

  21. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 18, 2009 10:25 pm

    Phenomenal, mindblowing post. Particularly appreciate that extra mile to translate hindi to english and the pics you put up to relate to the flame of the forest and palash! Agree with Vinod about the possibility of a book!

  22. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 18, 2009 10:25 pm

    Phenomenal, mindblowing post. Particularly appreciate that extra mile to translate hindi to english and the pics you put up to relate to the flame of the forest and palash! Agree with Vinod about the possibility of a book!

  23. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 18, 2009 10:25 pm

    Phenomenal, mindblowing post. Particularly appreciate that extra mile to translate hindi to english and the pics you put up to relate to the flame of the forest and palash! Agree with Vinod about the possibility of a book!

  24. Indyeah permalink
    January 19, 2009 6:55 am

    उन्मुक्त :-main ye sabhi software download karne ke baad istemaal karne ki poori koshish karungi..

    Yadi is se aapko asuvidha hoti hai,
    toh main word verification hataa deti hoon
    Aasha hai aap apne vichaar hum sabhi ke saath baatenge…:)

    Indyana:-For once I am speechless…
    Yes,army childhoods are special…
    But its what we make of ourselves that matters in the end right?
    I love reading all that you do,live and experience..:)
    A warm ,warm hug from a friend in India..:)
    You have been gifted with this unique ability to see through any situation …you see the fun,the charm in the most serious situattions….and thats what I love! a never say die spirit!:)LOve and hugs!:)

  25. Indyeah permalink
    January 19, 2009 7:01 am

    Gopinath’s ”Artickles”:-Oh!That was so awesome..:)Thank you so much for those kind words..:)
    Thank you for letting me know the translations helped you.Glad to know that..:)
    book..:D…Who knows…seems like a dream..
    thank you so much for the encouragement..

  26. June 22, 2009 9:25 pm

    I remember this post now, Indyeah 🙂 Lovely post! And it is so true.. everything that you have written here 🙂 And yes, every house that we have lived it – has it’s own stories.. memories that will hopefully, never die.. Really enjoyed reading it again!
    me- oh!I forgot!you have read this 🙂
    thanks Smitha 🙂
    houses can become homes na? 🙂 with the right sunshine and happiness ? 🙂
    I am glad you found yours 🙂

  27. February 2, 2010 7:11 pm

    Came here through Solilo and I feel blessed. Beautiful memories and I am longing to go home. Well, home is here with hubby and kids now, but still majority of years was spent in my home back home, and this post brings back the coziness within those walls…

    Absolutely great writing Indyeah 🙂
    me-thanks a lot Lakshmi:) welcome here (hugs)

  28. May 7, 2010 4:46 am

    It is a beautiful beautiful post…….so simple and so true…………and somehow so soothing to read…..Thank you for writing this….Loved every moment!
    me- Thanks Sandhya:) Glad you liked it.

  29. January 28, 2012 4:09 pm

    Hello mam,please can you tell me the Marathi meaning of “Palash Tree”.
    Its urgent for me..

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