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 Prompt: Pick Your Potion

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Captain Picard was into Earl Grey Tea; mention the Dude and we think white Russians; what’s your signature beverage– and how did it achieve that status?

My signature beverage is,’Tetley Tea’. It took a long time before I discovered tea comes in all shapes and sizes. There was tea from Assam, Sylhet, Ispahani and many other varieties, none of them tasted so good, although each one claims they are the best.

Then we spotted one called ,’Red Rose’, the commercials were enticing but it was not satisfactory to me. One might think I’m one of those people who finds fault in anything. I really am not that hard to please.

There is something about Tetley Tea that caught my attention. The bags are round, it has a fine aroma and what’s best it only takes one bag to make a delectable cup of tea. You cannot beat that can you?

nk: http://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/22/dp-daily-promp…ck-your-potion/

Fiction: Waiting

Lillie McFerrin Writes

 

 

Melanie’s father told her to stay seated on the bench in the shopping mall until he returns.

Don’t worry I’ll be back soon, he said.

The poor child sat there, she did not even stand up to see the different things in that large shopping mall, she was afraid her father will worry if he came back and she was not there.

Morning turned to afternoon, and then it was late evening, her friend Georgia offered to give her  a ride home,she refused, she believed her father would come and get her.

She was so tired, she fell asleep, she dreamed her father was telling her to go home, he was unable to come for her, when she opened her eyes she found herself surrounded by friends staring at her, Georgia laid her arm around her shoulder  and said, “I’m so sorry your father was killed when he tried to cross the street.”

: http://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/21/fiction-waiting/

 

365 Writing Prompts: Viral

The New York Times is going to feature your blog on its home page, and you have been asked to publish a new post—it’ll be the first thing tens and thousands of readers see.Writ it.

If I allow myself to believe I am capable of writing something which New York Times is going to feature in its home page, I have to be truly stupid.

I write and publish posts to improve my writing and please myself. who cares if no one thinks my writing is worth reading. Aspiration is something worthwhile to have, but if it gives one a sense of I’m the best, then that person should tell themselves you are a wannabe writer and you will not achieve this  kind of fame overnight.

I am contented with what I am doing,I will not try to blow my brains out to try something I am not capable of. This is my post  I’m not interested to go “Viral” but stay on this earth as a normal human being, until it’s time for me to leave!

link: http://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/22/365-writing-prompts-viral/

 

DP Daily Prompt:Work? Optional!

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If money were out of the equation,would you still work? If yes, why, and how much? If not, what would you do with your free time?

If money were  out of the equation, I will not work.

There is so much one can do other than a 9 to 5 job. We may think we have a lot of free time, actually we don’t. When we work for money,almost all of our time we spend working, when we are unable to get it done in the office we bring it home. As a result we completely neglect,the house in which we live.

In my free time, I  can  work in the garden, the hedge I planted few years ago hasn’t grown the way it should, the winter was very harsh, I was unable to cover it before the arrival of winter.

There is also plenty of work inside the house, which I can do.

I’m enjoying blogging, I can use my free time to write short stories, biographies of my favorite poets and philosophers. I think I would love to use my free time to read some of the books,  I have not read yet.

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365 Writing Prompts: Fifteen Credits

Another school semester will soon begin. If you’re in school, are you looking forward to starting classes? If you’re out of school, what do you miss about it— or are you glad those days are over?

I am not in school I took care of my studies a while ago. Sometimes I miss the atmosphere of school. I recall one of my profs was quite strange, when we’d see him coming towards us we’d be ready to wish him “Salaam”, meaning peace be on you, our words would be stuck in our throats, he’d turn around and look the other way, this was in the university. as usual we’d talk among ourselves about how strange he was.

Then there was Sr. Joseph Mary in college, before I could wish her,’good morning,afternoon or evening,’ depending on the time of day.

She’d quickly remind me, “Chaman, I hope you won’t go to your uncle’s house for the week-end.”

I’d say nothing and try to move on,then the question is louder,’Did you hear me my dear?’

I’d have no choice but to say, ‘Yes Sr. Joseph Mary.’

In London it was Prof. Baird, he’d wish me before I opened my mouth, “Good Morning, Miss Sabeth, how are you?”

My reply, “I’m fine Mr. Baird.”

I’d then quickly go into the classroom and open my phonetics book and pretend to study, so Prof. Baird wouldn’t ask any further questions.

It was a carefree life in school, after classes depending on where I was, I’d either go straight to my residence or in London I’d go to one of the stores, it was  Selfridges ,  I loved checking all the interesting things, I’d go from floor to floor it was my way of spending time, I dreaded going back to the residence because I knew I’d be homesick.

I miss my Profs., Sister Joseph Mary and also some of my classmates.

Now I registered for online courses, it’s stress-free, I see no one and no one sees me. I love the fact I do not have to dress up to be in this school. I’m studying about poet and philosopher Iqbal and enjoying a lot. The best part is we have no exam. We get a certificate at the end of a course.

I am using a video of Mary Hopkins, the lyrics  , “those were the days”, although we didn’t hang out in the tavern or drank,what is similar is we were young, and we never thought our days of fun will be over. Making fun of our teachers was one thing that made us laugh the most.

: http://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/21/365-writing-pr…ifteen-credits

 

 

 

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Geeta Dutt’s song Preetam aan milo Posted by Ranu

Geeta Dutt was a Bengali  play back singer, she fell in love with Guru Dutt, an actor. She married him. Geeta came from a wealthy family. She had a beautiful voice. She died at a young age, but her songs are still remembered.

I posted this song for all those who appreciate music, even if they don’t understand the lyrics. I have not translated it, I intend to do so later.

DP Daily Prompt: Breaking the Ice

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The internet has been swept up by the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. Is there a cause–social,political,cultural, or other– you passionately believe in? Tell us how you got involved or why you don’t get involved.

I’m sure social, cultural, political or any other noise was always there, it was not felt as much as they do now, the internet, TV videos are helping people to get carried away these days.

Maybe we have too many mediums to make ourselves heard,to take advantage of it. At the end of the day when all who are involved take an account of what they have accomplished might find out their involvement did not make that much difference.

I always disliked politics, the politicians never tell the truth, they will visit you before the election, once elected they fail to recognize you. I always stay away from politics.

As far as being social, I’ve tried to be one, but quickly found out you have to act and react a certain way to be welcomed by the group, I’ve therefore realized I must stay aloof.

I have yet to find out the meaning of cultural, it is defined differently by whoever according to their convenience. I refuse to join with the snobs, it therefore leaves me with nothing and I am okay with it.

: http://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/20/dp-daily-promp…eaking-the-ice

365 Writing Prompts: The full moon

When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are. Describe this new you.

There is something very unique about the full moon, whenever it happens and the sky is clear, I find myself in a place I’ve never been. I am lost in my thought and go into an imaginary place where it’s me, Tagore, Rumi, Mirza Ghalib and Iqbal. I carefully listen to their conversation.

Tagore and I are the only Bengalis , the rest of them speak Persian. I am fascinated to hear this language which I don’t understand.

Tagore realizes my shortcoming and helps me out. I begin to understand a few words, but cannot carry on a lengthy dialogue. I’m advised to go back to earth and work on my language skills especially in Persian, so I can participate in their discussion.

Back on earth I turn on my computer and Google the language Persian. I know I must be ready for the next full moon, I tell myself did I really see those people or it was all my imagination. Unfortunately it was just that and I didn’t have to count when I’ll meet them again.

They have left the earth and are now in a better place, without any kind of worries, and I am here with all the trials and tribulations of the world!

http://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/19/365-writing-pr…-the-full-moon

 

 

Tagore Song: na bujhe kare tumi bhashale ankhi jaule ,poste and translated by Ranu

Unknowingly,

whose tears did you shed?

My dear who is staring

at the deserted  street

With a painful heart

and lifelong unhappiness.

 

Whose eye language

did you not read

and were unable to grasp

the compassionate hope.

You failed to turn around

To see whose anxious

desire you crushed!