Comments on: On valuable junk

By: Bob Hoff

Bob Hoff — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 00:05:19 +0000

As “beauty” is in the eyes of the beholder, so is, I suspect, “junk”–a valuable lesson we must be reminded of. Very sentimentally and well written, a piece of family history definitely needing to be preserved.

Excellent job, Shail.

And thank you very much for including Jimi and I in such a beautiful piece of writing.

Me: Right you are Bob. ‘Junk’ is valuable to the person who holds it.
You and Jimi are welcome to share my blog space

By: Solilo

Solilo — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 21:46:01 +0000

Shail, brother and I used to call our mom ‘Hitler mom’. Ha..ha..ha.. now my mom is also ‘Baaaaa-Lamb mom’.

Me: Lol, I have company it seems!

By: Nivedita

Nivedita — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 07:21:38 +0000

Cho Cho Chweet I would love to have a cute note like this from my child!!

Me: I am sure you will get one! Bless you.

By: Solilo

Solilo — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 18:02:07 +0000

Hitler grandmom! Ha..ha..ha..

That is so precious and adorable! When we are at the end of life, such little things are what we remember most.

I hoard, Shail. I have a post on it too.

Me: I have already earned the title of ‘Hitler Mom’ years back, though I have now gone back to being a ‘Baa-Lamb Mom’ as there is no more need of hitlering, if I may call it that. Hehehe…
I think I have read your post on hoarding and commented that I don’t hoard much. I really don’t hoard that much, just a few things.

By: Nimmy

Nimmy — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 14:10:23 +0000

Sweet post..I don’t have anything of my own to preserve except for some vague memories-both good and bad..I ahve always been (and still is) fearful of tresuring things,as i don’t like and is afraid of others peeping into my privacy and space..So i choose not to preserve any of them ..

Me: Thanks Nimmy. Ahh I know what you mean. i am fiercely possessive about my privacy and space too. If I see anyone messing around with my privacy or space , they’d probably freeze to death coz of the chill in the air. I have seen that in most all average households women as daughters/wives/mothers are not allowed space of their own or privacy in any matter except the basic, but the other gender shouts from the rooftops about needing space and privacy if so much as an innocent question is asked.

By: Vishakh

Vishakh — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 13:26:04 +0000

Ahhh… so much emotion in that little piece of paper.

*Sigh*

Me: Hey folks!! I present to you, the author of the note, in person!

By: Srikumaran Menon

Srikumaran Menon — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 07:34:28 +0000

Talking of “valuable junks”, I too have kept one for long. A small metal box with sharp edged holes on top, a scraper of arecanut, used by my father. Dates back to 1961, almost half a century of eventful years, which we could not share with the loving soul…..

Well written and your articles makes the reader nostalgic and sentimental.

Cheers!!!

Me: Wow, an arecanut scraper from 50 years ago?? Yeah we all have something or other tucked away.
Thank you Unnichetta.

By: hitchwriter

hitchwriter — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 02:08:26 +0000

This post is priceless… !!!! simply priceless Shail !!!!

I have my junk stored at our house (headquarters as we call it) right now I am living in a branch.. but already I got a call from my Mom who was asking if she should clean my cupboard for Diwali.. !!!

and the answer was NO !! I will do it myself.. !! those days of sticking posters in the cupboard… the happy friendship day cards from girls.. letters from cousins… old pen friends… sigh… !!!!!!

I am looking forward to going and re-organising everything and cleaning up !!! mind it cleaning up not dumping anything !!!

Me: Yo Hitch! Go and have a happy time re-organising and re-living!! Perhaps a blog or two will flow after doing that I guess.

By: sasidharan cheruvattath

sasidharan cheruvattath — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 18:12:52 +0000

This write-up certainly moved and strummed a few sentimental notes in me. It is a priced possession you have, the note from the junior son, and the feelings behind, the innumerable thoughts and…what not.
I feel,Junk has an air about it, an aura made up of the perceiver’s kinship or attachment or association with certain memories…scraps of leftovers of a time gone reluctantly by .I had my own collection, a top broken on the sides, a few well shaped pebbles of varied sizes, played–and-smashed marbles of different colors (which accompanied me where ever I went, away from home, when I was just twelve).
‘The valuable junk’ has a great universality about it and you have ‘treated’ it most aptly and enjoyably .

Me: Thank you Sasichetta Yeah ‘valuable junk’ has a universality about it. I can well visualize you at 12 with the top, marbles and pebbles of varying size!

By: Govind

Govind — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 17:19:21 +0000

I have a green colour trunk
filled to the brim with my junk
it’s my childhood and quite a chunk
going through them gives a high of a drunk.
A bell strikes in my memory with a clunk.

Thanks for bringing back old memories.:)

Me: You are welcome Govind and ohh, an extra line this time?!