My favorite song by Tagore moved by music weekly challenge,translation and post by Ranu

Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for li...

Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for literature. It is the first Nobel prize won by Asia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is a song,I heard when I was still in Junior high school. The first time I heard it,I wanted to keep on listening to it. I sat and kept listening to it until I felt my sister’s friend might think I am crazy. After a long time I found the song on YouTube,this time I decided to translate into English. It is a song written by Rabindranath Tagore,our most popular Poet. The lyrics are in Bengali,the language of our dear country Bengal.

The title is, “Chiro Aami”        ” Forever Me”

When my footsteps are no longer imprinted on this place,

I will not row my boat to this wharf,

I will complete my buying and selling,I will take care of my dues,

My going and coming will stop to this market___

You need not remember me then,

Or look at the stars and call me.

When my musical instrument is covered with dust,

There will be thorny creepers growing around my house,

The garden will resemble an exile covered with thick grass,

Moss and lichen will surround the pond___

You need not remember me ,

Do not look at the stars and call me.

The flute will sound the same as now,

Days will go on exactly the same as today.

The wharves will be filled with boats  like now,

The cows will graze,and the shepherds will play.

You need not remember me ,

Or call me by looking above at the stars.

Who can say  I am not there that morning?

I will participate in all the games.

I will be called by a new name,I will have new friends,

I will come and go forever .

You need not remember me then,

Or look at the stars and call me.

This is the lyrics written by Tagore,he made everyone aware everything will go on as usual,except his house,garden and pond will show signs of his absence.

When I first heard this I was unaware this was a song he wrote to let his fans know, he will not be there but nothing else will change. In the last verse he gives a hint of reincarnation.

Submitted by Ranu,

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365 Writing Prompts: Express Yourself

Tell us about a time you couldn’t quite get your words or images to express what you wanted to express. What do you think the barrier was? For bonus points try again.

I was in the dining hall of William Goodenough House in London UK. The issue that day was food they were serving, the smell completely overpowered my senses,I was certain I’ve never smelled anything so vile,I was in line to be served I did not want the food, but could not express to the chef how revolting it was. To be on the safe side and to avoid any controversy I pointed out the bread I wanted, she looked at me and said, “Is this all you want?”

“Yes” I said and moved on. While I was sitting in the dining hall I kept thinking why didn’t I tell her the real reason for wanting only bread when there were other foods I could have. I did not want her to think I was rude.

Today I won’t hesitate to speak my mind, I’d tell her: everything smells like pork,I do not eat pork!

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DP Daily Prompts: Out of Breath

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We all seem to insist on busy, busy we constantly are.Let’s put things in perspective : tell us about the craziest, busiest, most hectic day you’ve had in the past decade.

I usually am not always so busy that it can be called the craziest, busiest,most hectic day I’ve had. When I have a day which is relatively quiet and peaceful anything added to it even if it’s kind of normal makes it a hectic day for me.

The past week I was in another city,I was trying to find a fall coat, there were many in different stores, but were not exactly appealing to me, some were too pricey, there was one I liked ,they didn’t have my size. I went looking for one from store to store, it was a cold rainy day, I had to go in and out of stores,this was becoming too hectic for me,at the end of the day I was walking faster and faster to catch the subway train to get to the right station.

When I was done running I arrived at the said station, I walked out it was  raining and windy. I wanted to wait , my daughter thought we must get out and start walking, our apartment was nine hundred meters away, which meant swift walking or else we’d be completely drenched, we reached it but had to climb the spiraled staircase of more than thirty stairs. When I reached the front of the door I was breathless!

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DP Daily Prompts: Ready,Set,Done

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Our ten-minute free-write is back ! Have no mercy on your keyboard as you give us your most unfiltered self( feel free to edit later, or just publish as-is).

We were walking along on the streets of Montreal’s downtown shopping center, my daughter’s friend mentioned a book she read which she loves. i wanted to know the title,my daughter replied,The time traveler’s wife,Mom.”

I said, “i want to read it.”

We found a book store and luckily the book was there in the shelf, I bought it and came back to our rented apartment. I opened the book read a few pages,decided I must read it when I’m home.

Here I’m home I managed to read two chapters but not sure it’s as good as they say, told myself finish the book and then decide if you like it.

I’m not convinced it’s such a good book, I haven’t found time to read it from where I left off.

I have prompts to do,songs to translate, food to cook, take my afternoon nap, when will I finish reading the book so I can decide if I like it just as much as they do!

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365 Writing Prompts: As seen on T.V.

Write a script for a late night infomercial— where the product is your blog. How do you market yourself? What qualities do you embody that other “Products” don’t? What are the benefits of reading your blog?

I started blogging a little over two years ago, at first it was something new I was not so sure how I could keep writing. Then one day I got a suggestion from a friend, “why don’t you translate Tagore’s work,”he  said.

What a great idea I thought, I leafed through the pages of Tagore’s collection of poems book. He wrote about nature, humans, animals, love and many more, then I found his song lyrics which were out of this world.

I thought surely the bloggers have heard about Tagore and also know he was a “Nobel” prize winner in literature. Who wouldn’t be interested to read the translations of his work.

If you think it’s a good idea to pick up a few words of Tagore’s language, visit my blog I have translated many of the great one’s work.

It’s not only Tagore’s work, I have also written mouth watering recipes , I’m certain you’d be delighted to try.

For your pleasure I have written some interesting facts about some of the cities in the Indian sub-continent.

You’ll also find some poems I have written, they cannot compare with any of the great poets, they will encourage you to write your own. Won’t that be impressive?

Take a walk to ‘Sabethville,’ where you’ll find all that and more!

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Muhammad Rafi song posted and translated by Ranu

This is a favorite song of mine sung by Bollywood playback singer Muhammad Rafi.

Whenever my heart is sad

who knows who is near me

When my lips silently speak

my breathing is swift

when my eyes feel the sounds

my sighs burn my breathing

I imagine pictures of you

passing me by

When I   look in the mirror

it seems to ask me an innocent question

I did not promise anything

but why do I look out for you

when I am at peace without any reason

Why is my heart restless?

 

 

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DP Daily Prompts: Imaginary Friend

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Many of us had imaginary friends as children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its/ life be like today? ( didn’t have one ? Write about a non–imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)

I did not have an imaginary friend, I did have a real friend, her name is ‘Farida Jan’

She spoke Persian language at home, in school she spoke English. Ours was a school where the medium of instruction was English, we were not allowed to speak any other language in our classroom. We did speak Urdu which was the local language. I learned it as a child because we lived in cities where Urdu was spoken.

Farida my non–imaginary friend was very quiet like me, which is why we became friends. She had a fair complexion like the Iranians. She was the only child when I met her. I have no idea if she had any other siblings later.

We were separated when I was twelve, we left the city where we lived after my father passed away. I do not know if she continued her studies, perhaps she did , I know nothing  about her now!

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365 Writing Prompts: Sad but true

Tell us about the harshest ,most difficult to hear— but accurate criticism you’ve ever gotten. Does it still apply?

When I was fourteen my newly married eldest brother, told me I was never going to be anything,because I did not put in the time to study, he was going to marry me off to a farmer, according to him ,it was the best punishment for me.

His new wife complained I was watching too many movies and wasting my time, I had only watched one movie with my aunt who wanted company, and asked me if I’d go with her to watch a movie.

My sister-in- law was peeved because she was not invited, she complained I was not studying.

The criticism was not accurate, I wasn’t a poor student, he knew that, he had to please his wife.

It certainly didn’t apply then and not now either.

Since that time I have successfully completed all the courses of studies I registered for. In the ensuing years he never repeated those terrible words, I did not give him any reason to.

One thing I’m sure about is my father, if he was alive then and heard my brother say those words to me, he’d tell him to pack his bags and leave.

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DP Daily Prompt: Grand Slam

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The World series starts tonight! In your own life what would be the equivalent of a walk–off home run?( For the baseball averse, that’s a last minute, back-against-the-wall play that guarantees a dramatic victory).

I scored that dramatic victory when at the last minute my name was drawn to win one of the posters that our guest author came to visit our school at the end of our five day workshop.

All the teachers that attended the workshop came from different parts of the United States, I was the only one representing  Gander, Newfoundland, Canada.

Our guest author came on the last day of the workshop, he was an artist as well.He drew a number of posters as he was telling the story of the latest book he had written.

The posters were placed in a box, our names were placed in another box, the idea was to pick a name from the box and give one poster to each one whose name was called.

The chances of getting one was not good for me, there were a lot more teachers than posters. Mr. and Mrs. Halloran wanted me to win one since I was the only one from Canada. Every time a name was picked Mr. Halloran jumped to see whose name came up. he looked at me and said, “there’s a few more you still have a chance.”

I think my name was the last one picked, Mr. and Mrs. Halloran were more thrilled than I was, it was a great day for me!

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365 Writing Prompts: Blank is the new blank

Click over to your favorite blog, and pick out the 4th and 14th words( that aren’t “the” or “an”) Drop them into this phrase .

“Big is the new market.” There’s your post title.Now write!

I know the title of my post is strange, this is what I got when I filled in the blanks from one of my posts.

There was a lot of discussion about the newly constructed market in Churchill square. It was huge, you could buy anything you wanted in this place, children went in droves with their parents to see this magical place, there were posters everywhere announcing the opening of this,”Big New Market.”

Katie, a forlorn spinster, suddenly made up her mind to see this incredible market. No one was able to make her interested in anything, for her to come out and visit this place made plenty of heads turn. Susan her childhood friend also came out to  visit the market, she was curious to see it because if this market caught the attention of her lonely friend it must be terrific.

On her way she met Hazel who was also going to this place, she dressed up as a waitress and rushed to get there on time. Susan asked Hazel, “where are you going dressed up like a waitress?”

“I’m going to the market, I’ve got a job of a waitress in the new,”Smiley’s restaurant.”

Susan walked on to reach the market before her friend Katie leaves it. Luckily she found Katie talking to some stranger, who she introduced as her long lost cousin residing in Scotland.

Katie was pleased to see her friend Susan, who was amazed to see the side of Katie she had never seen before. Three of them decided to go to the restaurant where Hazel an acquaintance of Susan was working.

The menu provided surprised them there were all sorts of exotic dishes, they could choose from, Katie was not too adventurous she settled for steak, but Susan and Katie’s cousin ordered the  famous Indian “Butter chicken.”

They enjoyed their meal and happily left promising to meet soon!

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DP Daily Prompts: Finite Creatures

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At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?

Very early in life I knew I wasn’t immortal, I read all kinds of poems where man is called a mortal being. That was then and this is now.

Now with all the inventions, technology, writings of various people the thought is ingrained in my  mind, I cannot do any of these things so I fall in the category of mortal humans.

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