tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post573295404275720214..comments2024-03-28T08:27:46.360+01:00Comments on Between Write and Wrong: Belonging to the Middle ClassSakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-67149300464437962522016-05-15T10:30:19.576+02:002016-05-15T10:30:19.576+02:00It is such a such a wonderful read mam... It is such a such a wonderful read mam... Mansihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10798450809399034764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-39840323477718725892016-05-15T10:29:44.098+02:002016-05-15T10:29:44.098+02:00It is such a such a wonderful read mam... It is such a such a wonderful read mam... Mansihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10798450809399034764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-19792095663866551072016-04-23T16:47:32.505+02:002016-04-23T16:47:32.505+02:00Nostalgic to read your piece. This world seems so ...Nostalgic to read your piece. This world seems so familiar to me and now irretrievably lost. I spent my childhood in the middle class colonies of Lidhi Colony, Nauroji nagar & Sarojini nagar. A striking feature was how the entire colony would sleep outside on their charpais. Can you even imagine this today in this age of hyper privacy and security concerns. I also recall the uniformity of clothes - everyone more or less wore the same clothes. Though choices were limited and a certain deprivation prevailed on basics, we were a happier, contented lot with lots of sharing and conviviality. Sadly, present development is accompanied by increasing cocoon-isation of individuals. Everyone is increasingly compartmentalised and higher disconnect between parents and kids, between families and society in general. It's an increasingly private world where achievement and survival is at the cost of another. Increased isolation, extreme individuality rules. The world you eloquently has gone with the wind. Where are we headed?Guruhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10805097100781577337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-74966064034512744382016-04-23T16:24:20.235+02:002016-04-23T16:24:20.235+02:00This comment has been removed by the author.Guruhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10805097100781577337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-65047602522733052432016-04-17T05:31:45.239+02:002016-04-17T05:31:45.239+02:00I am glad about the life jacket too!
Thanks, Loco!...I am glad about the life jacket too!<br />Thanks, Loco!Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-5987982810665420282016-04-17T05:30:49.365+02:002016-04-17T05:30:49.365+02:00We try to be content. I guess we should. It's ...We try to be content. I guess we should. It's what will make us and keep us happy, no?<br />Thanks for reading, Mumbaikar!Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-37004205292243482132016-04-17T05:30:01.559+02:002016-04-17T05:30:01.559+02:00Eiry, what beauty to see how a mining village in W...Eiry, what beauty to see how a mining village in Wales 'met' a valley in the Himalayan foothills. We should let those paper planes fly more often. It's almost cathartic! <br />Wonderful to connect!Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-23501124810579051822016-04-17T05:28:38.222+02:002016-04-17T05:28:38.222+02:00Thanks! Good to see you here!Thanks! Good to see you here!Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-72620246724289505872016-04-17T05:28:21.370+02:002016-04-17T05:28:21.370+02:00How cute that your mum refused to part with her st...How cute that your mum refused to part with her steel almirah. To be honest I have two too! ;)<br />So good to read your comments. Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-79746747790700972562016-04-17T05:26:49.402+02:002016-04-17T05:26:49.402+02:00Can't say how happy I am to read your first li...Can't say how happy I am to read your first line. Thank you. <br /><br />Ha ha! Your 'I eat fully' made me laugh. I don't do that but I do crib, pretty much always, how a box of popcorn can cost as much as a mini-scooter! :P Of course there is sadness, eN. But this is how we learn to live with it!<br />Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-44227336467136127702016-04-17T05:22:45.836+02:002016-04-17T05:22:45.836+02:00You even remember the days Chitrahaar was aired? (...You even remember the days Chitrahaar was aired? (Or is it because it is STILL aired and you STILL watch it? The former seems quite likely!)<br /><br />Ley Matt Leyna! :D Thanks for reading, B!Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-6240584673294022212016-04-17T05:21:24.071+02:002016-04-17T05:21:24.071+02:00Milton Camphors for picnics and Pilot pens (I stil...Milton Camphors for picnics and Pilot pens (I still use those) the heroes! Yes! Write about them. Come on!Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-69290709176729032872016-04-17T05:20:02.085+02:002016-04-17T05:20:02.085+02:00Oh, I'm saving up on those toys too. Not just ...Oh, I'm saving up on those toys too. Not just because of who gave them to me but also because who I want to give them too. Now hoping my brother thinks of getting married soon. :P <br />Thanks for reading, Shaivi, despite a busy busy schedule as a new mum!Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-52339262994820611192016-04-17T05:13:44.130+02:002016-04-17T05:13:44.130+02:00Thanks for all the love, here and on Twitter, Tara...Thanks for all the love, here and on Twitter, Tarang.<br />Keep reading me! Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-44532613164066891812016-04-17T05:13:16.418+02:002016-04-17T05:13:16.418+02:00Nostalgia hitting hard can be rather painful. I sw...Nostalgia hitting hard can be rather painful. I swallowed many times while writing this. It'll never be the same old, but we can make sure it's a good type new we embrace. Of course, only till the point the next generation starts seeing us as dinosaurs! <br />Thanks a bunch for reading!Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-55563128205636144302016-04-17T05:11:33.418+02:002016-04-17T05:11:33.418+02:00We had a Bajaj Chetak and while my kid brother sat...We had a Bajaj Chetak and while my kid brother sat between my parents, I would kneel in front of my dad with the knees digging into the black basket below the scooter handle. Then I would flaunt the pinches like war wounds! :D <br />Jeans and Top. You mean Jean-Pant?<br />'Immaculate' makes me happy. Thanks, Geets!Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-72431320929867586362016-04-17T05:08:48.190+02:002016-04-17T05:08:48.190+02:00Laminated shining certificates! :D Yes!
Love how ...Laminated shining certificates! :D Yes! <br />Love how this felt like looking through an album to you. I miss those 'easy to sort' days too. <br />And thanks for the DM you sent. I am so glad I wrote this post.Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-14720087842428705742016-04-17T05:06:56.551+02:002016-04-17T05:06:56.551+02:00Yes, we could be the connecting link between the p...Yes, we could be the connecting link between the previous generation and the next. But then, probably every generation wants to believe so, sitting happy and proud in their nest of memories, endowing themselves with important (even if imagined) evolutionary roles? From where I sit and see it, I would, like you, want to believe our generation was the BEST! :D <br /><br />This cocooning frightens me too. Where once we trusted others with our kids' well-being, the circle of such belief is growing narrower and narrower. Which not just makes us parents bordering on paranoid, but also limits interaction which our kids in a freer environment would have. It is certainly more complex, getting more and more complex.<br /><br />I look forward to your comments, Bushra, specially now that I know we rant about the same things and rave about similar things too! Lots of love. Sakshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13127774513800413908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-13684267706588901592016-04-12T13:31:09.980+02:002016-04-12T13:31:09.980+02:00You just nailed it... "Middle class" is ...You just nailed it... "Middle class" is an economic status and when it is tagged along with people's attitude, it loses its identity... And my bigger question, whats wrong in tat attitude? And I am glad that we still wear that life jacket!Locomentehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08173005313179202281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-53804693323521888212016-04-09T07:22:22.446+02:002016-04-09T07:22:22.446+02:00Beautifully expressed...contentment is the one wor...Beautifully expressed...contentment is the one word which captures what we used to have...and still yearn for!Mumbaikarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09998848106385744520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-11961523951481760862016-04-07T14:49:07.259+02:002016-04-07T14:49:07.259+02:00I, also, love this post. So many references allude...I, also, love this post. So many references allude to my childhood experiences in a small mining village in Wales. Yes, we move on but the path named Nostalgia will always be signposted. The paper planes will guide us, though they need not head nose down, according to pie chart statistics. Thank you, Sakshi.Eiryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12630416659183868776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-35610806862254775262016-04-07T12:39:04.482+02:002016-04-07T12:39:04.482+02:00Ah! Nostalgia. Loved this post SakshiAh! Nostalgia. Loved this post SakshiRituhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01311661584182041901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-91535349450941609382016-04-07T09:04:08.559+02:002016-04-07T09:04:08.559+02:00You took me down a memory lane. Yes, yes, yes. Cle...You took me down a memory lane. Yes, yes, yes. Cleaning the PT shoes with an old brush and report cards in a plastic folder in the steel almirah. My mum refused to part with her steel almirah when she moved to Gurgaon. To her mind, nothing else is safe enough. And the truth about old vessels without handles.....<br />Aways a pleasure to read you Sakshi. Always.Alka Gurhahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12050387590729571321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-27572643431915853432016-04-06T18:15:36.613+02:002016-04-06T18:15:36.613+02:00Blog-hopping after eons. Can't say how happy I...Blog-hopping after eons. Can't say how happy I am to start with yours. <br /><br />Beautiful post. I could see myself everywhere. Chitrahaar, doordarshan, Surabhi... those carefree days. Being frugal is ingrained in my psyche, even now I eat fully before going to watch a movie at a multiplex, because somehow I hate paying 200 rupees for a small regular size popcorn. The whole vein of this post makes me think of bygone days with a pinch of sadness. These days splurging comes naturally, and everyone does it without thinking. I'll always be middle class at heart I guess :-)<br /><br />Thank you for writing it so beautifully !eNhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07556309500882619796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960082414020218571.post-56231634456429170822016-04-06T18:13:34.786+02:002016-04-06T18:13:34.786+02:00This comment has been removed by the author.eNhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07556309500882619796noreply@blogger.com