Friday, August 04, 2006

on memory street




A Wet Winter's Evening by John Atkinson Grimshaw;
Image: © Fine Art Photographic Library/CORBIS; Creator Name: John Atkinson Grimshaw ;Date Created: 1880

23 comments:

dwaipayan said...

too bad i can't read devnagari scripts anymore...

starry nights said...

Adi.. how am I going to know the meaning of the poem?

meet_me said...

Awesome pic ... :-)

The reflections it carries are tooo good ... btw, plz enlighten me on the spelling mistakes.. :-)

take care of urself

pheebes

adi said...

dwaipayan & starry nights:
i'll try to translate it for u

meet_me:
spelling mistakes? i know, i have the spelling of curfew wrong here, but apart from that, cant find anyone. pls. enlighten me...

V N said...

~ Zindagi Ek Baar Phir,
Zinda Nazar Aati Hain ~

Gr8!!

NB: Thats another awesome pic, pal!!
:)

autumn said...

wondering which world u live in.......long time been there...dosen't seem like mine anymore..........

u'll b fine soon.........i'mm sure the DOC dosen't like ur face

adi said...

atlast the dear autumn graces my life again.

adi said...

memories, like
outside, in the street
a gang of school boys have gone by...

starry, its so difficult to translate one's own poem... pheebes, velu, shadows, errr autumn, cud u help me please.
please.

meet_me said...

i meant the spelling mistakes in my last poem... :-)
Please tell me, k??

meet_me

meet_me said...

Memories,
Out in the street
like a gang of school boys just went by...
filled with happiness and naughtiness,
There talks dripping in enthusiasm,
Are creating a lot of noise,
And the house is suddenly,
In a state of haphazardness.

Memories,
Out in the street,
like some school girls just went by,
Lost in wishes, thoughts, dreams,
Their talks chiming with laughter
Give a peace of mind throughout the day,
And in the house slowly
Sunlight spreads throughtout.

Memories,
Out in the street
Like a full fledged market..

Well, I didn't know the meanings of the words ahead. so couldn't continue...
Sorry!!!

Adi, U'd have to do the last bit...
Take care

Meet_me

Anonymous said...

oh my pheebes ur good....
what do u do when u have to wipe out ur memories....
when memories only hurt more....when with every moment the old memoirs come back but u dont wanna live them....
memories....
sreeti....i used to use that some time....i dont like the sreeti's anymore....
thr is song in bengali.....
hmmm sometimes songs haunt u louder than memories do.....
shadows

meet_me said...

dear shadows,
when u have to wipe out ur memories, do it....
When they haunt more than they bring u happiness, wipe them out....
Every day is a new day sweetheart, n every moment is worth living...
take care
luv ya
PB

Anonymous said...

Memories...

In a moment stolen for myself
sitting in front of the mirror
I open my box of jewels...

Laden with them its a different me

I put them back again for another day..

to steal a moment for myself and open the box of memories.

( poor imitation of a butiful couplet)

starry nights said...

Adi..I read bits and pieces of everyones's translation , I have concluded that this is a wonderful and meaningful poem. Thank you everyone for the help in translation.

dwaipayan said...

update??????update alert!!!

adi said...

starry,
apart from dear meet_me rest of the ppl were singing their own tune, n m very crossed with them, all i intended to say was that these memories are like what goes out in the street outside.

we dont live in sound-proof houses or memory-proof minds, they come almost unwillingly, like noise from the street.

THIS IS NOT A TRANSLATION

memories like boisterous school boys, full of mischief and playfullness, also memories of a turbulent life, times which i dont like that much.

memories like shy school girls, full of dreams ans wishes, also memories of certain peaceful times gone by, times which i absolutely adore.

memories like a whole street-bazaar outside, curfew, strikes, riots, marriages, festivals, processions and what you call prasadam...fearing & frightning, delighting & crying, good & bad memories...and in this home of the heart, life once again comes alive.

hope u'll like it.

adi said...

dwaipayan,
not only updates, i've certain replies to send too ;)

adi said...

anonymous,

u dont kill ur memories. u cant.

remember wen u'd to study for exams and the neighbourhood was full of unwanted noise, u didnt ask them to shut up or bang their doors louder... u tried harder to concentrate, ignoring the disturbance, and in the meanwhile if a particular song u liked popped up, u even enjoyed it, perhaps with a bit of guilt...AND U WENT TO UR EXAM THE NEXT MORNING AND SCORED EQUALLY WELL.

all u can do is to become oblivious to things u cant control, THESE MEMORIES WILL SNEAK UP FROM TIME TO TIME, memories of sad days as well as happy moments, all u'll have to live them as deeply as possible or plainly ignore them. and of course ur reactions, wat u intend to do with them is upto u.

take care.

dwaipayan said...

adi, i'm waiting...you know for what:)

Anonymous said...

when exams wud crop up.....i wud never study.....my study finished inside the class...in what the teacher was saying....unfortunately adi i do block things out..i wipe them out completely...things that i want to forget i can.... i alwas have...my most painful memories have been wiped out.....
but sometimes they cut back....like a unhealed wound/......thr are somehings im so hopeful of being set right that i cant wipe out....

V N said...

പുതുവത്സരാശംസകള്‍!!

Happy New Year, in Malayalam. The New year starts in kerala tomorrow, and thought I wud wish u a wonderful year ahead!

:)

adi said...

Happy New Year to you too Velu, pls. check the comments section of ur latest post...

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