tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post6564433938631408478..comments2023-10-09T18:12:29.276+07:00Comments on Agelessbonding: Atrium talesUshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00179239922869639391noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-37825464770090065472007-04-10T18:35:00.000+07:002007-04-10T18:35:00.000+07:00Ober: I am so glad you liked it and could relate t...Ober: I am so glad you liked it and could relate to it.<BR/><BR/>JLT:guess what! even before I got to that part where you mentioned Kerala I knew it was from the description. Sigh...They are all going and we dont have the means to preserve them. Only memories!Ushahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00179239922869639391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-42128065734899654702007-04-10T18:21:00.000+07:002007-04-10T18:21:00.000+07:00Sigh! Yes. Old homes are indeed gold. My Mom's hou...Sigh! Yes. Old homes are indeed gold. My Mom's house had a verandah(its version of a courtyard) where all of us would gather in the evening. We'd have a wonderful time gossipping, watching children playing in the maidan in front, and people going for evening walks on the road further ahead. We were close enough to see them and yet far enough for them not to see us. Even in the hottest summer months, the trees ( mango, jackfruit, guava, chickoo, lime and the ubiquitous coconut -i'm talking of Kerala)would keep us cool, with their scented breeze. Now the maidan is non-existent, the house is sold and the plot being dug up... all that remains is the road,and there too there are more vehicles than people these days.Just Like Thathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04156108159461377932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-65457285845321874122007-03-19T05:21:00.000+07:002007-03-19T05:21:00.000+07:00Beautiful post.I remember grandpa's house in Chama...Beautiful post.<BR/>I remember grandpa's house in Chamarajanagar where I have spent several 'summer holidays' as a kid.It also had the similar atrium you describe. Wonderful experience. Brought back memories. Thanks for the post.Ravishankar Hirisavehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05049107432788302908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-73326993687513784942007-03-18T18:59:00.000+07:002007-03-18T18:59:00.000+07:00Passer:Thank you. I clean it standing on a ladder ...Passer:Thank you. I clean it standing on a ladder on top of a table. One problem with tiled roof is that it lets in a lot of dust -and it is worse with all the cosatruction activity in the neighbourhood.Ushahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00179239922869639391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-35110046665349565492007-03-18T18:58:00.000+07:002007-03-18T18:58:00.000+07:00orchid:I hope you will invite me to this house som...orchid:I hope you will invite me to this house sometime. all the best for the dream to come true. (I posted the bargain tale, I think you missed it. It is the previous post.)<BR/><BR/>Karthik:Thankyou. Do you know siddhu?Ushahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00179239922869639391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-59491881437321690192007-03-17T22:19:00.000+07:002007-03-17T22:19:00.000+07:00Usha,I loved this clean, neat post.How does one ...Usha,I loved this clean, neat post.<BR/><BR/>How does one manage to clean the blades of those ceiling fans? They are too high yet They look very clean and white to me.<BR/><BR/>Thankyou.passerby55https://www.blogger.com/profile/17788718555377390569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-1498053332170910502007-03-17T01:29:00.000+07:002007-03-17T01:29:00.000+07:00I stumbled upon this blog while looking for info o...I stumbled upon this blog while looking for info on the recent massacre of dogs in B'lore.<BR/><BR/>And ended up reading lots of your posts - there was something simple, yet alluring about your posts..and there were too many that I enjoyed to actually point them out here...<BR/><BR/>After reading your post " Un Kannil neer Vazhindhaal", I started wondering if you had posted anything about your own kids.<BR/><BR/>and the icing on the cake was to find that Sidhartha Vaidyanathan's your son!!! Now I know where the genes come from!! <BR/><BR/>Guess now, I have to make it a point to follow the writings of Mom and son!! <BR/><BR/>Loved your writings!!!rangahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15291274393777543957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-49526006793793938942007-03-16T21:04:00.000+07:002007-03-16T21:04:00.000+07:00It's one of my dreams, if I can call it that....t...It's one of my dreams, if I can call it that....to someday buy an ancient(not just old) house in Udupi (where I hail from originally) with all the bells and whistles- the courtyard, the back yard with coconut trees, the well, the wood pillars, the stone platforms on either side of the main entrance, the grand main door with the huge iron knockers (y'know I am talking about my grandfathers home which was sadly totally remodeled, right ??)....someday, when I can!By Deepa and Supriyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07747804542943614606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-91502327767096414762007-03-16T19:57:00.000+07:002007-03-16T19:57:00.000+07:00Rads:Elite school, where is it? must visit next ti...Rads:Elite school, where is it? must visit next time.<BR/><BR/>Noon:You have got to have tghe experience to know what I mean - something my younger cousins and the next gen missed out. I guess in today's age and time even 10 is not a worry free age.<BR/><BR/>Fuzzy:indeed such fond memories - un recreatable moments.<BR/><BR/>Vaish: the house is gone now and last time I visited the town a modern building stands there.:{<BR/><BR/>Hipgran:OH yes, this was the scene of so much activity. I have had this experience too. and those thazhamboo pinnal days! I am sending u a longer write up on this by email.<BR/><BR/>ITW: angan it is. You still se eit in some films right?<BR/><BR/>Mahadevan: Thanks and of course you have read this before!Ushahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00179239922869639391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-36937353829021218362007-03-16T18:35:00.000+07:002007-03-16T18:35:00.000+07:00You are at your best when you go nostalgic. I go ...You are at your best when you go nostalgic. I go into ecstasies when I read your lyrical prose. One of your lines read: <BR/><BR/>"Sometimes you wish you had stayed 10 and not grown up at all!"<BR/><BR/>Can feelings be truer,words more expressive or memory more faithful than these lines?Mahadevanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08659899620865902690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-26812101294767057712007-03-16T15:07:00.000+07:002007-03-16T15:07:00.000+07:00aangan!! creates vivid pictures of yesteryearsaangan!! creates vivid pictures of yesteryearsItchingtowritehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00763940951418027045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-55019516014477716022007-03-15T12:55:00.000+07:002007-03-15T12:55:00.000+07:00The post took me back to Gobi where I spent my ado...The post took me back to Gobi where I spent my adoloscent years.We did have a mitham there and many an evening were spent where the ladies would try out different 'pinnals' (Plaits) on us and what to say of the way an aunt or grandmom would sit down with coconut oil and two combs-one to take out knots and the other to comb and plait the hair and finally the minnuchi when the lady woukd run her fingers over the childs fore head as a sign of blessing.....will those days ever come back.Closed up in rooms of their own these children find our gentle knock at their door an intrusion.Hip Grandmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16891699611146003601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-46808419496783321292007-03-15T02:33:00.000+07:002007-03-15T02:33:00.000+07:00Wish I had been there too, Ush. Sounds like such a...Wish I had been there too, Ush. Sounds like such a wonderful place!<BR/>And there's always a special bond with the place where one spends one's childhood, no?<BR/><BR/>Love the space in your house, btw. And love the Atrium at AF too!Vaishnavi Tekumallahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16842568315665641921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-49455115349416498392007-03-15T01:01:00.000+07:002007-03-15T01:01:00.000+07:00Old houses certainly have a charm of their own,I r...Old houses certainly have a charm of their own,I remember my grandmother's old house had a similar atrium with high ceilings and it was very beautiful.Unfortunately they sold it later to buy one in the city,I however still remember playing around in that house.Grandmom's rice balls,haven't we all grown up eating them:)such fond memories!Fuzzylogichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00393173920058729914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-61140047032468695792007-03-14T23:26:00.000+07:002007-03-14T23:26:00.000+07:00Commenting on posts after a long long time. Enjoy...Commenting on posts after a long long time. Enjoyed the post. Brought back wonderful memories - my grandmother (actually my mother's aunt (chithi)) didn't have children of her own - she adopted my mother and my mother grew up at her place. All of us/cousins used to go to her place for summer holidays - she used to do the same thing ("Kai'le tharen saapadu") and really over feed us. <BR/>Brought back all those memories. In the light of recent events in my life - I completely identify with - wish we could just remain 10!noonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03844071708334559013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974677.post-30052028880211799172007-03-14T18:44:00.000+07:002007-03-14T18:44:00.000+07:00I miss old homes. Ive spent many summers at my gre...I miss old homes. Ive spent many summers at my great-grandma's and loved the high ceilings, the atrium, the courtyards.. a travesty to be replaced with so much rick and mortar. :(<BR/><BR/>Elite school in Madras where I did optometry - the school building is built such away - with an open air atrium [if i may call it that, with lush green puffy lawn where we;ve spent many hours just idling...radshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912871096631491298noreply@blogger.com