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!
Dear Ranu,
Today’s post began with sadness, but ended with a pleasant evening. Your great story-telling continues!
Thank you!
All good wishes,
robert
Thank you Robert,I hope you’re not bored.I have so much in store.
Best wishes to you.
Ranu
Dear Ranu,
Boredom has no home on your blog. Absolutely not!
All good wishes,
robert
Thank you for your encouragement.It helps a lot,believe me.
Ranu
Thanks Robert.
Ranu
I just love going back to the past,there is sadness and happiness both.This is what life is all about.
Ranu
After reading your posts, I continue reading into the comments section, and Robert’s comments usually sum up much of what I would have to say – so I am at a loss for words, except saying that yes it is a very apt way of summing up the reader’s experience of this post to say that it begins with sadness and ends on a pleasant note. Also, I think that I can see the influence of Tagore in most of your posts here.
I read and memorized so many poems of Tagore and also his songs.I always think about him when I write.
Thank you Bhai Sahib.
Regards,
Chaman