Articles with tag: nostalgia
A Leaf From the Book of Life
Ayesha Umar Jul 9, 2009 interacts: 12Now when I look back I feel as if I was in awe of her like she was a deity descended form the heavens above who could only be seen and revered and observed but not spoken to.
In Search Of Baby Chips
Tahir Gul Hasan Dec 21, 2007 interacts: 15I switched on the projector inside my head, loaded up a dusty reel from the 1960s, and began: “Once upon a time there lived a little boy who often visited Lahore's Anarkali bazaar...
From Memory Lane to Love Lane
Karamatullah K Ghori Dec 15, 2006 interacts: 8My memory lane of Karachi, the city I call my own, begins at Love Lane, nearly sixty years ago, at the confluence of Pakistan’s birth as a free state. Whenever I travel down the nostalgia highway, it never misses to exit at that intersection.
From Kerala to Islamabad (A Journey of Nine Decades)
Muhammad Tariq Jul 31, 2006 interacts: 43Memories of a life which they can only recount to their children with the hope that they will keep alive traditions they brought with them, but which are now dying away slowly
Ode to 55/B Shah Abdul Latif Road
Batool Ali Jun 6, 2006 interacts: 14The past week, incidentally I went by the old house a number of times and sadly, all those partition-era houses in my old locality are being converted into apartments buildings. Noone seems to be concerned of this architecture, the remnants of an era, van
Nostalgia, Inc.
Zeno Nov 10, 2005 interacts: 6Jaipur: where thakurs can get you bumped off for a variety of reasons.
The Allahabad I Knew
Jawahara Saidullah Oct 27, 2004 interacts: 61A customer was looking for Jacques Derrida’s works. He and the owner lamented Derrida’s death before launching into a passionate discussion on deconstruction. I smiled to myself. This was the Allahabad I remember, where words and books and wri
A Visit to My Hometown Kakori in Lucknow
Shams ` Alavi Aug 3, 2004 interacts: 31Situated barely fifteen kilometers from Lucknow, the town is as much known for its fine variety of mangoes and kebabs as for the anciently grand mosques and havelis that dot it and the hordes of litterateurs and writers it has produced.
Outside Looking In
Amanullah Kariapper May 16, 2004 interacts: 4She asks about the way – robbers, road conditions, ETA. The drivers and local staff inform her that there have been robberies on the way and the town itself has a ‘dangerous reputation’...
The Way We Were
Revathy Gopal Apr 25, 2004 interacts: 14Hearing Paul McCartney sing “Yesterday” recently, I was surprised to find my eyes moist. It’s a long time since any song has really moved me, but that used to be My Song.
Fruit
Aamir Ansari Dec 20, 2003 interacts: 17Now, in the wilderness of these adult years, my eyes wander down the aisle and rest on a crate of peaches, cuddled asleep, cheek to cheek.
Flashbacks from School
Nazar Khan Dec 17, 2003 interacts: 54Those were also the days when we grew by an inch a month and the body chemistry was changing rapidly. Our voices changed and hair began to grow at odd places. Unfamiliar powerful forces, of which we knew little about, were building up inside us ...
The boy who didn’t want to be there
Mohammad Qayyum Nov 12, 2003 interacts: 10There was once a boy who was really a man, but did not want to be. He did not want to be a grownup. He wasn’t like a man-child, a Kasper Hauser. He just hated growing up. Growing old was not a problem, the problem was just with growing up.
Boston
Bina Shah Oct 10, 2003 interacts: 43The joy at having the customs official at Logan look at my passport and my visa and say, 'You’re going to Wellesley? That’s fantastic. I wish I could have gone to Wellesley.'
Azra
Batool Ali Oct 8, 2003 interacts: 10I feel like I’m stuck at a perpetual yellow light. As if all this is temporary...I want to be freed. From myself and from meaningless encounters with relatives and acquaintances who know nothing about me, who are more alien than the stranger sittin
I Recall
Zeeshan Mahmud Aug 31, 2003 interacts: 47It’s not just that you can’t revisit the past outside your head. The people, the things, the naiveté is lost. You don’t have a telephone diary for all those unnamed names, no database to find it all again, and your heart’s a colder
Amnesia
Khadija Hassan Aug 19, 2003 interacts: 18Preparing for flight he stretched his arms before him, ending them with two strong fists suitably accompanied by a tightening of his smile.
Days of Yore
Ibrahim M Khalil Jul 28, 2003 interacts: 9These cyber cafes and personal computers are rarely used for any education (unless you count sex and appreciation of opposite sex as education)
Killing Xanatron
Minhaj Jul 26, 2003 interacts: 6Back in the day Round Yellow Pacman ruled the day.
My Beautiful Rizwan
Samina Rizwan Apr 5, 2003 interacts: 79Such was the overpowering presence in my life, of Rizwan - my husband, my friend, my soulmate, my shaheed.
Top Ten South Asian Pieces of Music
A J Nabi Aug 25, 2001 interacts: 214What to take in the event of natural disaster
Reminisce
Kenyan Aug 8, 1997 interacts: 1Our first entry in The Leafy Glade Inn’s Victorian Study, is one in which the author softly remembers people in a place far, far away in the past.
