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,

365 Writing prompts: Unknown Caller

You receive a call from an unexpected person. Who is it, and what is the conversation about? Go!

I lost touch with this person, so when she called, I could not recognize her voice. I guessed wrong.

The phone rings, ring… ring…I pick it up:

Me:    Hello

Unexpected person: Hello, Chaman, guess who?

Me: Is it Ateka?

Unexpected  person: No

Me: I don’t know, who is it?

Unexpected person: I’m Evie( she is excited)

Me: Evie? How did you get my number?(surprised)

Evie: I got it from Mrs. Abbas ( still excited)

Me:Oh Evie where are you? Are you living in Toronto?

Evie: No, I’m still in Whitby, in the same house, I have the same number.

Me: But Evie I called you once, someone picked it up and said, they’ve been living in that house, she never heard the name Evie. I thought perhaps you sold your house and moved to Toronto.

Evie:   No we didn’t sell the house. I wrote to you and my letter came back.

Me: I am so glad I found you. How did you get Mrs. Abbas’s number?

Evie : I asked Sr. Brenda, she gave me her number.

Me: Thank you Evie, I moved to St. John’s a few years ago.

Evie: Chaman I’ll call you again on Thursday.

Me: Thank you Evie, bye!

This was a real conversation between me and Evie. :)


DP Daily Prompts: Powerful Suggestion

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What is the one piece of advice you wish someone had given you a year(or five, or ten……)ago?

I am not very good at  taking advice from anyone, I find some are very irritating they think they know more so all I have to do is listen and obey.

If I’m told not to be too nice that right there is something, I will never listen to. My feeling is if I can make someone happy there is nothing wrong with it. I call that being bossy or know it all when  someone tells me not to be kind.  Really I have no time for it.

I don’t know what is powerful suggestion, only people who can give powerful suggestion in my mind  are my parents, since none of them are alive, there is no one else I can think of who can take their place.





365 Writing Prompts: Million-dollar-question

Why do you blog?

First of all, it gives me something to do, or my brain will start to rust. I get the opportunity to read other bloggers’ posts. It makes me think, when I see the prompts   and write my post,  I enjoy reading the feedback left by bloggers who read it.

The most important thing I feel is the interaction with different bloggers. I’ve discovered some bloggers who are very good photographers, some write poetry, others excel in describing their environment.

In the few years I’m blogging I’ve realized I have learned a lot about cooking, some share their recipes, so we can try and see if we like the food.


Writing 101, Day Ten Happy( Eid-al-Fitr meal)

Today’s prompt: Tell us something about your favorite childhood meal— the one that was always a treat,that meant”Celebration” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.

Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.

Today’s twist: Tell the story in your own distinct voice.

Every year after a long fasting month, we celebrated “Eid-al-Fitr.” My mom was a good cook and my Dad was a fussy eater. We the kids, all twelve of us anxiously waited for the day which meant new clothes and delicious food.

On this day Mom cooked Chicken Korma, Spicy Mutton, heavenly Pilaf and Salad. The salad was prepared with sliced tomatoes, cucumber, thinly sliced onions and hot green chillies, mom took special care for making this one, she’d slice the vegetables, combined them and sprinkled lime juice in the end.

For my mom cooking was a pleasure, the chicken she cooked was not spicy, she used onions, garlic, ginger, salt, a dash of sugar, ground coriander, cumin, clarified butter and little pieces of cinnamon sticks, green and brown cardamom.When she had all the ingredients ready she’d put it on the stove, while the chicken was simmering, she’d turn her attention to mutton.

Mutton was the dish we all loved, it had all the hot spices, when it was nearly cooked, she’d add some sliced potatoes and tomatoes. All the dishes she cooked she always used yoghurt, let me tell you this ingredient  was the reason why the food tasted so good.

The last thing she cooked was pilaf, she used a special rice named Basmati.

My mom was an expert, she always completed her cooking in an hour. When all the food was cooked, the table was set and we all sat down to eat.This was a special meal for a special day for us it was heavenly and when the day was over we’d look forward to the next ‘Eid-al fitr!

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Writing 101, Day Nine: Point of View

Today’s prompt: A man and a woman walk through the park together holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench . The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.

Today’s Twist: Write the scene from three different points of view. From the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.

The Man’s Point of View:

Eve and Mel decided to go for a walk. Eve suggested the  park close by, Mel agreed , they went through the park  and turned right  to watch little kids playing. While walking Mel thought how lucky he was to be married to Eve,  she is so soft- hearted , no one would believe she goes out of her way to feed the squirrels, these pests have ruined my garden he thought. Suddenly Eve asked him what he was thinking, nothing was his reply. They had walked quite a distance when they decided to go back, as they turned, Mel saw something  red  from the corner of his eyes. He made up his mind to check it out, when they  went closer he noticed an old woman knitting a red  sweater and humming a tune, the whole scene saddened Mel as he remembered his Grandma, tears filled his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Eve held Mel’s hand, they got up  and left  the park.

Woman’s point of view:

Eve loved visiting the park on sunny days. This was a perfect day to do it. She convinced Mel . They were on their way through the park. Eve was doing all the talking Mel was listening.Eve was discussing   life with  grand children, she could play with them, buy them gorgeous outfits, the house would be  full of life.They had walked quite a  distance when Eve suggested they find a bench to relax. Luck was in their favor, not too far away they spotted a few benches. Eve breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the nearest one. They sat down, Eve noticed Mel was looking at something,she focused her attention to the object Mel was watching, oh no she thought, it’s an old woman knitting something red. She wanted to say something but found him stiff and water from his eyes coming down his cheeks. Eve knew Mel was sad the old woman looked just like his Grandma.

The Old Woman’s Point of View:

Sitting on the park bench was Agnes. Aggie once was a happy go lucky woman,years of living alone wiped off her sweet nature. She was thinking about the small sweater she was knitting for her Grand kid.  Spending so much care knitting it  she  couldn’t be sure if  the kid’s mother would appreciate her hard work, doesn’t matter she told herself she loves knitting stuff for the grand kids, if they are happy, she doesn’t mind a bit of work. She observed a couple coming towards her, she was curious to find out. The man’s tear-filled eyes astonished her, she didn’t want to pry but showed the small sweater she just finished knitting!



DP Daily Prompt: Take That Rosetta!

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If you could wake up tomorrow and be fluent in any language you don’t currently speak which would it be?Why? What’s the first thing you do with your linguistic skills?

My preference would be French, I’d love to speak it fluently. My daughter and I take yearly trips to Montreal, it would be thrilling to be able to speak it with the locals.

It helps if one can speak the language of the locals, on the bus , at the store, in the restaurant, I wouldn’t have to say,”Can you please speak English, I do not understand your language?”

My ability to speak the language opens new doors for me, I can listen to songs, read stories, watch a movie. These are some of the things I miss the fun  when I visit a place and am unable to speak the language of the native.



Writing 101 Day Eight: Death to Adverbs

Today’s Prompt : Go to a local cafe, park or public place and write a piece inspired by something you see. Get detailed : leave no nuance behind.

Thoughtful writers create meaning by choosing precise words to create vivid pictures in the reader’s mind. As you strive to create strong imagery, show your reader’s what’s going on;avoid telling them.

Today’s Twist: Write an adverb free post.

My daughter dropped me off in  front of the mall, I walked in and looked around. I watched as a sales girl scooped tea leaves into a canister for a customer at the David’s Tea; I did not stop but continued walking.   I headed to the second floor to find a spot in the food court where I could sit and observe, but the place was full.

I went down to the lower level and found a small coffee shop where I could write my prompt.  Ahead of me in the line was a family: a father with baby in the pram and a bouncy toddler skipping her way in.   The little girl turned around and let her father know what she wanted.  Exhausted with the extra pressure of taking care of two little ones, he pointed to the seats and bid the toddler to sit down, while he got the food.

I watched with amusement as the frazzled man tended to his kids, then it was my turn to order.  The girl behind the counter looked at me and smiled, “What would you like?”

I answered at once  “A  small Cappuccino and a  cookie.”

She nodded and started to prepare my order, motioning me to the girl at the cash register.

I waited for my coffee as the father and his daughters walked out with their food.

Minutes later,  with my small cappuccino and cookie in hand, I spotted a corner in the shop to sit down. I dashed towards it, made myself comfortable, opened my book and scribbled some notes.

I took two sips of the cappuccino but found it too hot and tasteless. I did not want to drink it anymore, so I trashed it and left the coffee shop.

I remembered that I needed some hand towels, so I headed towards the Winners department store. I picked up three towels, paid the cashier, and since I had nothing else to do I left the mall.  I darted across the parking lot to the bus stop , arriving within seconds of my bus.  I waited for its passengers to get off and then hopped on and into the front seat.

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DP Daily Prompt: Mentor Me

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Have you ever had a mentor? What was the greatest lesson you learned from him or her?

In the early years of my childhood, I did not have a mentor, I did whatever pleased me, i.e. ‘study less, play more.’

It displeased my older sister, that I was so carefree. I was told I’d be a failure, no education, no friends. It just did not bother me.

I studied enough to go up the ladder, it was what I wanted, work less and get more was my motto. To my surprise I wasn’t deprived of education as my sister predicted. My younger brother is the only one who said: “Ranu, you’ll do very well if you study a tiny bit more.”

I smiled and replied:  “what you want me to sacrifice my play time for studying?”

When I reached my  final  ladder, I put some thought into what I wanted  in life: I heard a soft whisper from my inner self, “become a teacher.”

It sounded terrific, then I thought it was worth giving up my playtime for doing well at that stage.

Although no one mentored me, my profs. gave me a nod every time I passed them by, meaning you are doing well, keep working.

I completed my education, ready with all the papers to apply for a teaching position. I was successful. I taught lower grades, I adored the kids I taught , they loved me. What more could I want, it was enough to carry on.

Right now I’m doing online courses and enjoying it. I work hard the laid back person has disappeared. I have two good friends who encourage me in my work, can I call them my mentors?

365 Writing Prompts: The Satisfaction of a list

Who doesn’t have a list? So write one! Top five slices of pizza in your town,ten reasons why disco will never die, the three secrets to happiness—- go silly or go deep,just go list-y.

Three secrets to happiness: is health, good food, and lots of good friends of course.

Health is the most important thing for everyone. It makes you energetic, ready to conquer anything, keeps you contented, there is no fear of ill-health .

Good Food: is the key to good health, when you have food that agrees with your system, you have no fear of getting sick.

Good Friends: man is a social animal, he needs good friends, ones that gives him positive vibes, helps him to think of things that are beneficial to him to avoid depression.

In short when you are happy,you enjoy everything, the bright sun, the colorful flowers, the tasty fruits, the green, yellow, pink vegetables.


DP Daily Prompt: Mad as a Hatter

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Tell us about a time when you  flew into a rage. What is it that made you so angry?

I was angry when the woman at Kent customer service looked at me and said,”We won’t take that back.”

It was Shop Vac with parts missing, I could not use it, so I took it back.

I told her,” you didn’t give me a chance to tell you why I brought it back.”

She realized her mistake and gave me the refund.…-as-a-hatter-2