I like your idea of inventing original happily ever afters. I went to College six seven years before you, and recall sites, sounds and sights of largely similar nature, until perhaps the concluding paragraph. But you will agree that when it comes to really really original happily ever afters, at times the actors too morph into other people, don't they?
Completely agree - and that is perhaps part of the roundness of the entire experience - which is basically, an amalgam of all the thousands of stories that went into it and keep going into it.
Thanks so very much for writing - was super-excited with my first comment ever! It's a lovely feeling I have to confess.
Most interesting reading your piece on a very special phase of life...I have been avid reader of memoir and would rate it exceptional without showing even a tint of bias either in favour/opposition of you.Truly glad to recall my own university days at Banaras Hindu University..place and groups may varied yet found exact recalling of that time.
As a visitor,I have roamed at the mentioned location in Calcutta and could easily grasp those scintillating bonhomie..keep writing blog and if possible,visit once my writing too/ www.onesstandpoint.blogspot.com ...Atul Thakur
u giv a vivid description of lover's spots in presidency ,and the way one starts his/her life in the romantic field....though the consequences may vary in certain cases due to circumstances...yet the first feel of love is always extraordinary.....:-)
This reminded me of my own visit to the canteen roof. I was, of course, in the company of the young journalist-to-be with whom I was also doing prem. Love it, Dippy.
I like your idea of inventing original happily ever afters. I went to College six seven years before you, and recall sites, sounds and sights of largely similar nature, until perhaps the concluding paragraph. But you will agree that when it comes to really really original happily ever afters, at times the actors too morph into other people, don't they?
ReplyDeleteCompletely agree - and that is perhaps part of the roundness of the entire experience - which is basically, an amalgam of all the thousands of stories that went into it and keep going into it.
ReplyDeleteThanks so very much for writing - was super-excited with my first comment ever! It's a lovely feeling I have to confess.
Most interesting reading your piece on a very special phase of life...I have been avid reader of memoir and would rate it exceptional without showing even a tint of bias either in favour/opposition of you.Truly glad to recall my own university days at Banaras Hindu University..place and groups may varied yet found exact recalling of that time.
ReplyDeleteAs a visitor,I have roamed at the mentioned location in Calcutta and could easily grasp those scintillating bonhomie..keep writing blog and if possible,visit once my writing too/ www.onesstandpoint.blogspot.com ...Atul Thakur
u giv a vivid description of lover's spots in presidency ,and the way one starts his/her life in the romantic field....though the consequences may vary in certain cases due to circumstances...yet the first feel of love is always extraordinary.....:-)
ReplyDelete@Atul - many thanks. Indeed, BHU must have its own stories too! I loved the campus when I visited Benares in 2006.
ReplyDeleteShall definitely visit your blog. Do keep writing in.
@ Sir Software (btw, what a cool alias!) - thank you. Ah, the rush of first love ;-)
ReplyDeleteloved ur blog. am a fan! :-)
ReplyDeleteSoumanaetra, thanks :-)
ReplyDeleteNice to read you again, Devapriya! :)
ReplyDeleteits a very nice read :)..now to read other posts on ur blog..someone on my Facebook wall had commented on this post and so i read this..
ReplyDeleteThank you!
ReplyDeleteNice read. Don't they use terms like "portico" and "quadrangle" any more these days?
ReplyDeleteAnd... is the canteen roof REALLY out of bounds these days? :(
And, "doing" prem is quite acceptable in the land of "kiss eaters". :-|
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful read after a long time *moist eyes*
ReplyDeleteThis reminded me of my own visit to the canteen roof. I was, of course, in the company of the young journalist-to-be with whom I was also doing prem. Love it, Dippy.
ReplyDelete