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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DP Daily Prompts: Musical Marker

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We all have songs that remind us of specific periods and events in our lives. Twenty years from now, which song will remind you of the summer of 2014.

Life is precious and whether we’re having a good time or completely opposite, we try to hold on to it hoping tomorrow the sun will shine, with these thoughts in mind I feel I cannot count on twenty years later. It does not make me a pessimist when I say that but a realist.

I will attempt to write about the life I had as a young kid. I was very fond of songs,poetry, and music. I sat in the corner of my house each day and sang the songs I learned in school.

One of the songs I loved was:

Oh give me a home where the buffaloes roam and the deer and the antelopes play

Where never is heard a discouraging word and the sky is not cloudy all day

a home on the range where the deer and the antelopes play!

The modern songs cannot match this beautiful song and its lyrics are so meaningful.

From where I am now I’d rather appreciate the songs of long ago.I leave you with this song which is my favorite :

My mind to me a kingdom is such perfect joy therein I find.

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365 Writing Prompts:From A to Z

Create a short story piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet.

A devout Muslim was he.

Born in Punjab in 1877.

Came to this world with a purpose in mind.

Determined he was to leave a mark in this world.

Early in life he wowed the people around him.

Father was a devout Muslim.

Graduated with English literature Philosophy and Arabic.

He wrote poems that made him famous.

In Italy he met Mussolini.

Joined the staff of Cambridge to teach Arabic.

Kashmiri Brahmin was his ancestors.

Laughter was his favorite word.

Munich was the university where he got his doctorate degree.

Never hesitated to achieve his goal.

Oh how he toiled and labored.

Poetry was his favorite pastime.

Questions he seldom asked.

Revived he the glory of the Arabs in Spain in his mind.

Said prayers in the mosque of Cordoba.

Told he a  Mumin is he who has a smile on his lips when death comes.

Unity was his motto for all the Muslims.

Victory is what we must strive for was his belief.

Who says we are not capable was his question?

Xenophobe he wasn’t.

You can read his writings if you don’t know.

Zenith of fame I have reached  it’s time to bid goodbye!

Allama Iqbal recited these touching few lines a few minutes before his death:

The departed melody may return or not!

The Zephyr from Hijaz may blow again or not!

The days of this Faqir has come to an end.

Another seer may come or not !

He breathed his last in the early hours of April 21st, 1938, in the arms of his old and devoted servant, leaving a host of mourners all over the Islamic world.There was a faint smile playing on his lips, which reminded one of the last criterions , he laid down for a truthful Muslim.” I tell you the sign of a Mumin when death comes there is a smile on his lips.”

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DP Daily Prompts: Adult Visions

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As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup( or becoming one) , how far off  was your idea of adult life.

When I was a kid I only saw my parents as adults, in my opinion then it meant they have a lot of power, they can tell us what we can and cannot do, in my case the little bit of money I had I wasn’t allowed to buy any kind of junk food, because according to my dad I’d be sick. I wasn’t sure what I am to do with the money if buying junk food is not allowed.

Then mom would force me to eat food I disliked such as egg, eggs always made me sick, my mom only believed me when I threw up, after this incidence mom stopped forcing me to eat eggs.

Oh I forgot to mention my big sister she was really a pain, whenever I wasn’t able to complete my homework I’d stay home, I was afraid of the punishment by the nuns, they were strict. On the day when I stayed home the school bus driver would keep honking for more than five minutes, I knew I was in trouble then. My Dad was very sweet he’d call me from his room and say ‘Ranu , you didn’t go to school?’

I’d say, ‘Dad I have a tummy ache .’

Dad wouldn’t ask another question, my sister was a whole different personality, she’d scream from her room and yell,”Rani you didn’t go to school?”

Notice how Ranu became Rani, to her it meant she was the boss and to show it the spelling of my name changed.

In my mind I thought when will I be able to boss around younger kids like my sister.

I didn’t like being nasty to younger kids, also if I wanted their attention I’d have to be nice or no one would care to listen to me.

When I’m upset the only thing that works for me is,”Silence”, if I stop talking my kids are afraid.

I was far off I thought when I grow up I’ll also be bossy like my sister, but I soon realized that kind of thing turns off young and old alike.

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365 Writing Prompts: You the sandwich

If the restaurant were to name something after you, what would it be? Describe it(Bonus points for writing a recipe!)

I think if a restaurant were to name after me it would be called Ranu’s Ras Malai. It is a dessert popular in Bengal. The ingredients are simple, you will need sugar, homogenized milk , half and half cream,lemon or white vinegar,butter and a tablespoon of flour.

Recipe for ‘Ras Malai’

1.Whole milk —2 litres

2. Sugar–2 cups

3. half and half cream–1 litre

4. fresh lemon juice or  white vinegar — 3/4 th cup

5. butter– 2 tablespoons

6.flour — 1 tablespoon

Method:

Heat the whole milk in a saucepan, do not turn the heat high, the milk will burn at the bottom, start with low heat until the milk comes to room temperature, raise the heat slightly high, avoiding it to burn at the bottom. When the milk comes to full boil, pour in the lemon juice or white vinegar, both will curdle the milk. When the water and milk solids separate, turn off the stove, take the saucepan off and carefully pour the milk solids in a cheese cloth. When the water is drained and the milk solids i.e the cheese is cool, squeeze out any excess water.

At this stage the cheese will be dry,mix it with one  tablespoon of flour and two tablespoons of soft butter. Knead the combined flour, cheese and butter, until it is soft and pliable. Start by taking a teaspoon in your hand and form into round or oval shape till you use all of the mixture.

Next step is cooking the shapes in boiling syrup of water and sugar mixture.

To make the syrup use the two cups of sugar and two and a half cups of water. In a sauce pan pour the sugar and the water, place it on the stove and let it boil for five minutes, then gently put the cheese shapes in the syrup while it is boiling, Do not put too many at once, the cheese shapes will increase in size, each needs room to expand, they must not rub against each other or they’ll break, boil for seven minutes and turn down the heat to medium low and keep it for 15 minutes,after fifteen minutes turn the stove temperature down to low to simmer for another 15 minutes.

While the cheese shapes are cooking, in a separate saucepan, pour the half and half cream, turn the burner on to low, when it comes to boiling point take out the cheese shapes from the syrup  gently  one at a time and put them in the cream.Give it enough time to soak in the cream, do not raise the heat.

When the dessert is cooked, pour it in an oval or round bowl. Slice a handful of pistachios and use it to garnish the finished product.

Ras means syrup

malai means cheese

Ras malai= cheese in syrup.

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DP Daily Prompts: Middle Seat

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It turns out that your neighbor on the plane/bus/train( or the person sitting at the next table at the coffee shop) is a very, very chatty tourist.Do you try to switch seats, go for a non-committal small talk, or make this person your new best friend?

On a plane sitting in the middle is very uncomfortable,the planes now a days have very little room to stretch your legs, so when I’m stuck in the middle it means I do not have the privilege of changing my seat,because no one wants to sit in the middle.

Then there is the problem of getting out of the middle because my neighbor finds it inconvenient to stand and let me go out of my seat,worst case scenario is when I come back the same passenger would have to get up to let me get to my middle seat.The inconvenience of sitting in the middle and a talkative neighbor on my side is something I try to avoid, I usually find a magazine and read the articles more than once to send a signal to my neighbor I am not in a mood to listen to whatever he/she is saying.

Since the neighbor is a stranger I won’t make small talk, I’ll probably watch the TV in front of me to let the neighbor know I am not friendly. I don’t think I’ll make friends with a completely unknown person.

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365 Writing Prompts: The Stat Connection

Go to your Stats page and check your three–five posts. Why do you think they’ve been successful? Find the connection between them, and write about it.

I checked my stats, there isn’t much connection,there . It maybe different groups of viewers and visitors read those particular posts,some like Tagore’s poems and his songs, others feel the same about a topic I’ve written about,such as, “Can’t watch this”.

I know weather is always an interesting topic for a lot of people, unexpected changes in the weather gets more attention than usual. Sudden shifts was of interest to more people, they compare what happened when they faced unexpected weather, how they coped with it.

I think when the prompts sound interesting more people read it.

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DP Daily Prompts: Can’t Watch This

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When was the last time you watched something so scary, cringe-worthy, or unbelievably tacky– in a movie, on TV, or in real life—you had to cover your eyes?

I had this experience a while ago, my brother-in-law forgot about their marriage anniversary, his wife was livid, at one point I thought she’d throw something at him, she didn’t care I was watching this horrendous side of her. To calm her down he instantly made plans to take her out to watch a movie. I wanted to excuse myself but they insisted I’ll have to go.

He picked a random movie, he wanted to appease his wife, this was his main goal. I was in Dhaka, we went to watch a Bengali movie with an unknown cast, I had never heard of them, apparently the actors were from Bangladesh.

I could tolerate it if the actors were at least good looking, the main characters were the most hideous looking humans I’ve ever seen on silver screen, to make matters worse their acting was so bad I was having a tough time sitting and watching, I could not move, my new relatives wouldn’t appreciate it.

I had to sit and watch for three hours, the most ridiculous movie, I’ve ever known.

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365 Writing Prompts: Party animals?

After spending time with a group of people, do you feel energized and ready for anything or do you want to hide in the corner with a good book?

The parties I’m invited to attend are not crazy or noisy, they are meant to be a get together of friends and family. Main attraction is food, the hostess displays her culinary skills and wants her guests to appreciate the time she spent cooking in preparation of the grand event.

The guests come dressed in their latest Sari and jewelry, some of us admire, others do more, they actually inquire where they bought the awesome dress. Men wear suits, which doesn’t attract any conversation.

Meal is usually served to the children and the male guests first, the female guests are lucky to be served after 10 pm. If you are wondering why that is so, I can only say it is the custom.

The food is always delicious, chicken, beef, and fish is on the menu, rice is the primary food, bread is served very seldom. There are salads and other vegetable dishes served also.

After the meal dessert is served with tea or coffee.

Mothers of younger kids leave before, others wait another few minutes and make their exit.

This is the kind of party we have. I don’t feel any pressure to go home and hide in the corner with a book!

DP Daily Prompts: Sudden Shifts

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You are at the beach with some friends and/ or family enjoying sun nibbling on some water melon. All of a sudden, within seconds, the weather shifts and hail starts descending from the sky. Write a post about what happens next.

Early morning on a Sunday My family and I planned to go out for a picnic,it was a lovely bright morning the sun was shining, there was a cool breeze blowing, it was as if nature was inviting us to get ready to leave the house , after all we barely have such a pleasant day.

We took votes to see where we should go, the result was in , majority voted for the beach. We packed a food basket with a variety of foods, we sliced the watermelon so we wouldn’t need a knife, I especially am never in favor of carrying a knife. We didn’t forget to take some napkins, eating watermelon slices is healthy but it is messy as well. We took large sheets and towels, to use for our trip.

We reached Sandy beach within an hour. We found the perfect spot, the kids were delighted, there was a lot of pushing and shoving as we were laying the sheets on the sand, it took a few minutes for the young ones to calm down. Once everything was in place we all decided to eat the watermelon first, it is messy to eat, the fact it was sliced we didn’t want to leave the slices in the basket too long.

We hardly picked up our slices of the juicy fruit when we noticed the sky was getting dark, we never gave it another thought and started to eat, I had only taken a bite when I saw a flash of lightning followed by roaring thunder. We were nervous it was unexpected, without wasting another minute I instructed everyone to gather our things, and make a move to get out and hit the road.

We had walked a few metres when suddenly large hailstones started falling from the sky, the kids were scared and so were we. We could not think how to get away fast to avoid the barrage of hailstones. I was glad we carried the sheets and towels, they came in handy to protect us from the onslaught. Slowly and carefully we walked to our car, it seemed as if it took us hours just to walk to get inside the car,the hail didn’t stop so we took refuge in our car and waited for  the weather to change. After an hour  though the weather changed and the sun shone again but we made up our mind to go home where the weather would not ruin our plans to have a great time!

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