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,

#Everyday Inspiration, Day Seventeen: A Map As Your Muse

Day Seventeen : A Map As Your Muse,+St.+John’s,+NL/@47.568

Baltimore Street is in the corner of Elizabeth Avenue. If you walk along Elizabeth Ave., you will see  newly constructed houses on your right, keep walking until you come to the light, cross the street, still on Elizabeth Ave, you will find a gas station on your right, keep walking, you will see another street, do not cross the street, but turn on your right and you will see the Shopper’s Drugmart, walk until you are facing the store, on its right there are doors leading inside, go in and you will see a Tim Horton’s Doughnut place, on its left there are stairs going down where there is a shop where you can order, tea or coffee, and some sandwiches, there are chairs outside the store to sit and enjoy your coffee.

You can get out and walk in the park, where there is a soccer field. To go to the park you have to cross the road . It is opposite the Churchill square strip mall, There is a statue of Winston Churchill. This is all for now.


Daily Prompt: ORDERLY

In response to today’s one-word prompt: Orderly

I registered to do my undergraduate course at Holy Cross College, at seventeen I wasn’t nervous to be taught by nuns, I already had enough experience in Presentation Convent school, where we were taught by Irish nuns.

I think they are the most efficient teachers I ever had, they were strict, liked things to be orderly, we completely understood what we were expected to do. They were dedicated teachers, who made sure their students were performing up to their potential, sometimes they encouraged us to go beyond, they believed it never hurts to try to not just work up to our capability but go beyond.”Do not give up was their motto.”

It helps when we learn to be organized I strongly believe the educational institutions, should follow the example of the nuns. These days I find kids are not very organized, not just studies, but also how they look after their personal things, their clothes, their room, I mean the overall things, it teaches responsibility. I’ve had a tough time instilling this quality in my near and dear ones.

We watch on TV hoarding, messy bedrooms, clothes thrown around the bedroom and beyond. We were strictly instructed   to  stop leaving our clothes on the bed, floor, or anywhere else. If anyone in our residence did something like this, a meeting was called and the importance of orderliness was emphasized, sometimes the teacher did not hesitate to point out the culprit.

The term ‘Independence,’ is impressive, it has its drawbacks, it leads to problematic behavior. Young minds have to learn to be orderly to keep their life from falling apart.


#Everyday Inspiration, Day, Sixteen : Mine your Own Material

Day, Sixteen: Mine Your  Own  Material

This is a shot I took from the TV , Joe Willy Tsonga   was playing a tennis match. Our feline friends, Gabriel  and Raphael were fascinated when they saw the  bouncing yellow tennis ball,both Rafael and Gabriel inched closer to the tube, staying down looking up didn’t seem very convenient to them, I thought it was so cute to watch them trying to figure out what was happening. Raphael the ring leader jumped up closer in front, as I wasn’t sure what was on their mind I let them stay close to the TV.

I could not believe they went closer because they thought of getting the bright yellow ball. Every time Jo bounced the ball Raphael would extend his front paw to catch it, after several tries he gave up and let his brother try. Gabriel must have thought how hard can it be, he too tried the same thing as his brother. When they realized it didn’t seem easy, they left to find something else to have fun.

They looked so cute I had to take a shot of this interesting event.



#Everyday Inspiration, Day Fifteen: Take a Cue From Your Reader

Day Fifteen: Take a cue From Your Reader

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and cure my loneliness.”___ Maya Angelou

*Tell us about a time when a piece of music moved you. Do you have an all-time favourite song?

Yes I do have an-all time favourite song, the lyrics was  written by Rabindranath Tagore.

It was significant to me because it has a very soft melody and sung by my favourite singer, Hemant Kumar one of the best singers in Bengal. Hemant had a magical voice anything he sang  was  so good I’d listen to the song a number of times.

Coming back to my all-time favourite song here it is with translation by me, Ranu:

The title is: “Chiro Aami”   “Forever Me”( The lyrics and music by Rabindranath Tagore)

When my footsteps are no longer visible on this place,

I will not row my boat,

my buying and selling will be completed,

My dues will be paid,

my coming and going will cease at this market.

You need not remember me,

or look up at the stars and call me.

My musical instrument will be covered with dust,

there will be thorny creepers growing around my house.

The garden will resemble as an unkempt place,

thick grass will be seen covering my garden.

Moss and lichen will surround the pond__

you need not remember me then or call me.

After my passing everything will look the same,

the flute will sound the same as now.

The days will go on as usual,

you will see the boats crowding the  wharves like now.

Shepherds will bring their cattle to graze,

they will play in the field,

while they wait for the cattle to complete eating their food.

But who can say I will not be there that day.

I will be back as a new person,

I will have new friends and I  will have a new identity.

I will come and go forever as usual,

only you won’t know me.

Try not to remember me  or look up at the stars and call me.






Daily Prompt: FORK

In response to daily post’s one-word prompt: Fork

“Civilization has taught us to eat with a fork, but even now if nobody is around we use fingers.”   ___ Will Rogers

The above quote is interesting, it encouraged me to write my views on eating with a  fork.

The quote by Will Rogers gives me the impression if we do not use fork to eat our food, we are not civilized. There are many people all over the world who use their fingers to eat, even if they have tons of forks in their kitchen.

I eat with my fingers and I feel food tastes better without a fork.  I use my fingers to eat rice, it helps me  mix the vegetables and meat. I get real taste by doing so. Does it make me uncivilized or why should I use my fingers only when no one’s around.

The thought that we use fingers when nobody is around, makes little sense, the fact that we use our fingers is because food tastes better.

Certain types of food like steak or roast is easier to eat with fork and knife. But curries, stews, rice and fish, is easier to eat with  fingers.

Dessert is another food item where fork or spoon is used all because it is simple, in my opinion because I try both. However chapatis (Indian round white flat bread) works better if we use our fingers.

The only advantage of using a fork to eat I think is  because we eat less, esp. Rice, Curry, Lentil and so on.



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#Everyday Inspiration, Day Fourteen: Recreate a Single Day

Day Fourteen : Recreate a Single Day

Yesterday I woke up at 4 in the morning, I get up early,  because I’m required to offer, the morning prayer before sunrise. I went back to bed after an hour, and woke up the second time at 6 in the morning.

I was still having a dull toothache and wasn’t sure what I could eat to avoid the pain from getting worse. Incidentally I had the tooth ache since last Saturday, because of the week-end and holiday on Monday, I was lucky to get an appointment with a Dentist on Tuesday .

Going back to recreate my single day and the food I was about to take,I poured a mug of milk and warmed it up in the microwave oven. I felt like eating some solid food, it had to be soft, because my dentist told me to chew on one side of my mouth, which is the right side, the left side went through an hour of trauma, it needed two fillings.

I grabbed a slice of bread, tore it into bite size pieces and mixed it with  warm milk, I simply put the pieces directly in the mug. Then began my ordeal of eating  bread and the milk, it wasn’t a pleasant experience, this was the best way to put something in my stomach.

I tried to do my assignments but my brain did not cooperate, how could it, it’s been deprived of food all day. I didn’t like to push my luck, so I watched some tennis matches, although I lowered the volume, I heard some fuzzy sounds in my head.

I lay down and dozed off, when I woke up the tennis match was almost over.It was time for lunch, the very word food made me nervous, I knew I’d be taxing  left side of my mouth if I tried to eat solid food.I was trying to think what could I safely eat to prevent pain then recalled  my daughter bought some pudding, there were  two kinds, Tapioca and Chocolate. I tried the first one, it was all right, there was no need to chew, the pain still warning me not to indulge in too much food.  My head was giving me a very different message, ‘eat something or you’ll faint.’

This tug of war between food and pain continued until my daughter returned, I complained about pain, she reminded me to take two Advil, well I must admit it’s a miraculous pain killer, I swallowed two and in fifteen minutes the pain was gone. By the way this is not a jingle for Advil, this is how things went during this long painful day.

I forgot to mention I had an appointment with a gentleman who came to my house to discuss certain things, it was done in an hour,  he left and I tried to do the assignment again, but failed.

It was a rough day, I could accomplish hardly anything. In the assignment yesterday I had the option of writing a fifty word or a hundred word story or a Haiku. I picked Haiku, three lines 5-7-5 syllables it’s doable I thought, which is what my mind permitted me  to do.

For supper I was craving for some spicy food with rice which was in my fridge, I warmed it up mashed it and ate, it felt so good.

In the evening I watched my favorite show Jeopardy for half hour, got ready for bed, that’s about it for, ‘my recreate a single  day,’ for today.


Daily Prompt:GRAIN

In response to today’s one-word prompt: Grain

Rice the grain of culture

When I think of grain, the first thing I think about is rice. I have grown up eating rice twice a day when I was at home in Bangladesh, in fact I couldn’t imagine substituting rice for bread. I belong to a country where rice is the staple food for majority of the population.

For more than half of humanity rice is life.It has shaped the history, culture,diet, and economy of majority of people in Asia. In China,Japan and West Bengal and Bangladesh, the day practically begins and ends with rice. To me it is addictive, the taste of this grain is so delicious, if you taste it once it’s not easy to give up. In this part of the world, rice is considered the root of civilization.

In Thailand rice is the essence to life, it is in music especially folk songs.For centuries rice has shaped the landscape, culture and character of the Asian people.Thai farmers give blessings to rice at every stages of its life, from planting to harvesting. Rice is referred as the Mother. No obscene language is used for fear of upsetting the Mother. If a kind of rice is found musty or smelly, the Thais beg the Mother’s pardon, before they say it’s hard and unpalatable, or the rice is smelly.

I have posted a song  by India’s  Dwijendralal Ray, enjoy this song, the language is Bengali: Translated by Ranu.

Full of wealth, paddy, and flowers

Lies between  is the best country

It’s surrounded by dreams and memories,

You will not find such a country any where else

She is the best she’s the queen of all countries

She is my motherland.


Moon, sun and planets, where can you find so much light

Where does the lightning strike behind the black clouds

Where I sleep and wake up with the song of the birds.

Where will you find a country like my motherland?


Who has such, cool rivers, smoky mountains

Where is such green fields under the sky

Is there a place where the blowing winds wave on the paddy fields?

You cannot find such a place anywhere but in my motherland.


The trees full of flowers, birds singing in the bower

The buzzing bees come in groups

They fall asleep on the flower

after ingesting the honey

Where else can you find all this but in my motherland.


So much love from siblings and mother

Where will anyone find

Oh Mother I want to hug your feet

I am born here and I wish to die here, in  my motherland!

I hope you will enjoy this song.


Daily Post : Learning, making bread/

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Learning is something which  continues until one hits the grave, one can learn from even a little kid.

My first learning experience when I came to Gander, Newfoundland, was how can I learn to make bread. Why did I of all the things would want to learn how to make bread, buy it from the super market they’d  say. If it was as easy as that why would I?

Every time I went to buy bread, I found they were moldy, it wasn’t something I’d care to buy. I came home checked ,”Better Homes and Gardens cookbook,” I found a recipe for making bread, my new friend discouraged me, ‘she said, don’t chaman, I tried twice and my loaves came out from the oven as hard as brick.’

My husband agreed and thought maybe we shouldn’t eat bread. I wasn’t going to give up I said, “If they turn out like loaves of brick, I’d give up, but let me try.”

I went ahead opened my cookbook, found the recipe and was ready to try making a few loaves of bread. Since I was new at this, I felt there are too many stages, like soften the yeast in lukewarm water, measure x number of cups of water mix with milk powder, mix the yeast with  flour, slowly add water until the flour and and yeast are combined, then knead until the dough is soft and elastic, place the dough in a large bowl, cover and let it rise  when the dough doubles punch it down, let it rise for an hour.After the hour assuming it has risen enough punch it down and divide the dough into portions, place them in  greased pans, let them rise again, after this place the pans in a preheated oven 350 degrees Fahrenheit, for thirty five minutes, after the first few minutes check to make sure it’s not too brown, when it’s light brown cover with pieces of aluminum foil to prevent burning. After thirty five minutes take the loaves out and brush them with butter.

I went through all these stages my loaves came out good enough to eat. I was pleased I won’t have to eat moldy bread.