DP Daily Prompt:Imperfection Posted by Ranu

Imperfection is something common in all of us,sports,studies, music etc..I do not think  I  was perfect in any of these.I would therefore relate a story of my brother. He was the best student in his class.He did well in all the subjects.His name was the first one in the teacher’s register.

In the last  high school exam ,he hoped to get the top marks and remain number one in the register.Before he left to go to school he asked me to pray for him,so that he is not second. When he didn’t come home right away,I was concerned,maybe it’s bad news.I tried hard not to think,but I couldn’t stop. Hours later he came home, his friends brought him home.He came into his room and lay down in his bed,he cried like a baby.It took three days to get over his disappointment. To him this was a deep scar in his progress report.His classmate didn’t score big,he only got one mark more than him. I felt my brother would finally learn to take this kind of disappointment bravely. This tiny imperfection made him human.I was happy  that he in future years,will learn from this. I always cherished this scar of his. It was the kind of lesson,he needed to learn.”They say failure is the pillar of success”.

About Me Post by Ranu

Yes I am still in Holy Cross College.I was not happy.I missed my Mom and my siblings.I was aware I can only see them when we have  holidays.The next best thing I could do was to visit my uncle on week-ends .My uncle was a very affectionate person,he came to pick me up every Friday after school.Fortunately he passed by our school on his way to work daily.My teachers watched me leaving every week-end.After a few weeks I was called in,and my teacher Sr. Joseph Mary said, she was worried because I went to my uncle’s place every week-end  since I was there. I have to change this routine.I was there to study,she didn’t think I was studying a whole lot.

I was unhappy but I chose to study outside my home town.I am not in a position to blame anyone.I had no choice but to ‘grin and bear it’ as the saying goes. I met a girl who was as unhappy as I was,her reason was quite different from mine.She couldn’t speak English,not her fault, she studied in an Urdu medium school.I asked her name,she said it is,Aziz.I thought I heard wrong,I asked again Is it Aziza? She started laughing,she said everyone asks her the same question. I asked because I knew Aziz is a boy’s name.Aziz was a nice girl,she was happy because I could speak Urdu.

I was trudging along,then came the month of December and for the  twenty-fifth,i.e Christmas day,the nuns had a party for us,after supper they took us to nearby houses to meet the people who celebrated Christmas.We were taught the Christmas carols in our Music class.I loved singing,so all thirty-three of us went to these houses,on our way, we sang the carols.They were thrilled to hear us.The evening went well. Sr. Rose Bernard gave me a whole bunch of candies to distribute.As I was giving them out she was watching me.After I gave out the candies to all of my classmates,it was my turn to take some.I don’t remember how many I gave each of them.There were quite a few left. I took the same number and gave the rest to my teacher.She had a big smile on her face,she said,’Did you not know Chaman,the last person gets the lion’s share,these are all yours.’ No I told her I cannot take more than them,it is cheating’. And I did not take the lion’s share,so ended a very pleasant evening!

Don’t be bored,I have some more.Oops!

Peeaari Lady-love By Tagore translated by Ranu

With a lamp came the princess

in the courtyard , name is Lady-love.

River Yamuna - View from Tajmahal

River Yamuna – View from Tajmahal (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I ask  ,why are you here?

Quietly says she, I want nothing.

Recognize me well is all I want,

Fill your mind with this light.

I visit your courtyard back and forth,

the flowers get breeze because of me.

When Jasmine blossoms in the woods,

I announce their  arrival in my loose piece of cloth.

The flowers blossoming every where,

I delight them by giving my touch.

The morning star  visible in dawn,

I accurately show her what to see.

When my jingling anklet is heard

the blades of  grass  shiver excitedly.

Beds of flower decorated in your garden,

all whisper  to each  other, lady-love is here.

The sun gives its lustre to the morning clouds,

The woods are awake on the coming of Lady-love .

The night of full moon brings the swinging Spring,

‘Lady-love,Lady-love’ they noisily sing.

Breeze of the mango blossoms excite the villagers ,

they are playing the flutes in Lady-love’s name.

The fall fills the Jumna with water,

‘Lady-love  Lady-love’  they sing all along the shore.’