Eastern Jungle Crows, Bangladesh (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I think I am ready to pause my real life and search my inner self for a place and family I’d spend with for a little while. I have traveled various places,met a multitude of people old young and in-between. Never did I find anyone sincere for me to trust.
Since I read today’s prompt,I feel I know where I’d like to live for a while. It is my maternal Grandpa’s home.It is in Bangladesh,in a small village,where the inhabitants know each other and live in complete harmony.Though it is not an imaginary place, it sure feels I’d have perfect peace and tranquility.
I’m dreaming of this place,I found friendship,innocence here. I can hear the maid saying, “Bhabi”( sister-in-law) why aren’t the crows afraid of me? She was guarding the courtyard so the crows wouldn’t eat the crops spread out to dry. I looked out,I knew why the crows were not petrified, the slingshot was pointed at herself not the crows. I learned from this incidence,how intelligent those birds were, even birds can detect how ignorant we are at times. I laughed and showed her how it should be used if she wanted any result.
People are warm and friendly they do not try to hurt you,they are ever ready to help. For me to leave the comfort of my place to the unknown certainly does not lure me,rather I must have an idea. This is where my Grandpa and Grandma lived. I’m hoping nothing has changed. I would spend sometime there,watching nature in full bloom,the birds singing,children laughing and crying,mothers carrying their baby to the temporary market place,fathers working in the fields and singing loudly showing they’re having fun. Where probably out of the blue my enthusiasm to write poetry will surface. I’d hum the song , ‘O give me a home where the buffaloes roam and the sky is not cloudy all day!’
A pair of In-N-Out cheeseburgers. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
There are all kinds of “Junk” in my life. How do I get rid of it,depends on what it is.
There is junk mail,it is easy to get rid of it.I dump it in the recycle bin. Then I have junk memories,I cannot get rid of it. It shows its unwanted face whenever I try not to think of it.
Junk food is something hardly anyone can get rid of. It looks delicious,it tastes awesome,one can get it instantly, by taking a trip to “McDONALDS”. There are so many fast food places,I fall victim to one or the other.I cannot completely give up junk food,although in my defense I’ll say I eat it once in a while.
The household junk is the biggest problem in my life. I have accumulated so much in all these years. I do not use them,yet I feel a certain affinity for them,I cannot throw them away.In August I booked an appointment with the city. I was able to convince me, they no longer are useful,I chucked them. There are many more,e.g Encyclopedias, medical books and a whole bunch of other books. I know I can tear them and place them in the recycle bin,but my heart does not agree.
What can I do,it’s a precarious situation.I wish I’d get assistance from somewhere!
My blog’s decline or decay three years in the future will solely depend on how much time I’d be able to invest. Smooth flow or block also rests on the “Readers”.
We are getting so many emails from WordPress,how we can improve,is tempting me to observe what or how I can use their invaluable and free ideas. The problem is,me,myself and I. I feel contented to do what I’m doing,change is good but how it can affect my blog is what I’d like to know.
Right now I have very few who care to leave a comment. How is it going to be different if I look into the future and plan to make a drastic change. I’ve noticed those who get innumerable comments are those whose friends are bloggers and also friends who know about their blog.
People I know in St. John’s do not know about my blog,there is only one who reads it,but does not comment. Back in my original home, I have relatives who will not care to comment,they might think it’s a waste of time.
Given the number of people and their negative thinking actually slows down my eagerness to transform my blog.
watchful waiting (Photo credit: jeffreyw)
I am happy to watch and wait,
the games of sun and shadow,
changing of season from monsoon
Strangers passing me by
with their news.
The soft breeze spreading its
I will have my doors wide open
I’ll be alert all day,
waiting and watching
for the auspicious moment,
when it suddenly shows up.
I will be able to meet.
Until then I’ll laugh and
Feel the soft breeze with its
beautiful scent floating my way
As I happily wait for the auspicious moment!
English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Рабиндранат Тагор (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Tagore says ,he is happy to wait and see the changing of seasons. He’d much rather sit with his doors open all by himself,and let people pass by him giving the news. This is his satisfaction,so that when the desired being shows up,he’d be ready with his arms outstretched ready to welcome his most beloved moment.It is obvious from his poem it doesn’t matter if time almost seems standing still.
Poets are a very different breed than normal humans like me. I’m probably too restless, I want things to move like the famous,”Concord”,which I believe is grounded. It was too fast. Will I like to be grounded,heavens a capital,’NO’.
I’ve had my excitement,I wasn’t giddy,my excitement had to be controlled. I was waiting to hear if I was selected to study, M.ed. I was given a battery of tests,with very little time for each section. I usually zip through my tests this one was more important, I had to make sure I’d be selected. So I waited and waited for that envelope to come to my door. The envelope finally arrived, I was excited and concerned at the same time. Either I made it or didn’t. Slowly I opened the letter. I read the first few lines,you are selected and to report on such and such date. I did not read the whole letter. I was satisfied to know I passed the exam. I always have trouble waiting.
I wish I could be like Tagore waiting patiently for the news and while waiting, singing and laughing in my mind,how great it would be!
Imagine There’s No Hunger – Strawberry Fields – Central Park, NYC (Photo credit: asterix611)
The population of the world is assimilating faster than we can say,”BOO”. Everything from food,clothing,eating habits , interaction is happily adopted by the people of the universe. It is a very good sign.
Only a fraction of the world population,if at all will be ignorant. People will recognize each other. The color will no longer be a hindrance for making friends.This is already in the air.
In 2100, I can imagine how changed the world will be. In eighty seven years the change will be phenomenal. John Lennon’s song,” Imagine” will top the charts.
In that world there will be one language.I have named it, ” SHEMAPI’. I have taken the first letter of the seven most spoken languages in order of population.
There will be One religion and no government,there won’t be any need. Farmers will grow and enjoy their crops,no one will take away anything. Poverty will be wiped out. No crooks will make the lives of people miserable. There’ll be no distinction between men and women.
Allama Iqbal’s Marghdeen will come into fruition! This is how I see the world in 2100.
I am dreaming of writing a fiction.I know it is truly improbable,this fact does not deter me. Keeping this thought in my mind,I go to bed. I am in deep slumber,I feel someone shaking me, I open my eyes I see my Dad looking at me and smiling.I rub my eyes and can only say”What”? ‘My Dad says write your story about me’. I say, ‘what can I write about you’? He says, ‘Everything you remember up to age twelve’, confused I say,’but why age 12,Dad’? He said,’when you were twelve I was no longer with you’. I knew it really is not possible to write a story. I start writing it and magically I complete it with my Dad standing behind smiling. He said,’Ranu you will publish this story’,reluctantly I agreed. Then I felt someone telling me in my ears,’Ranu your story is published’. I opened my eyes immediately,there was no one there.How can it be I said,’it seemed so real’. I related my dream to Evie,my friend,she was elated. she said, ‘even if it happens to be a dream we should celebrate’. ‘Celebrate what’? I said,’there is no reason’,but there is’,she said, ‘your dream will come true,we will practice how to celebrate when it comes true in real life’.
We decorated our living room with all kinds of streamers,ordered a cake from the local bakery,baked some delicious treats.We invited friends and neighbors but were careful not to tell them why we were celebrating.We had a grand time. At the end of the party,Evie burst into a roaring laughter,she said,” I’m sorry I am thinking what are you going to do,if you really write and publish a book”, the friends and neighbors were embarrassed and left without saying anything!
Time is important in our lives,yet we aren’t concerned when we waste it. Whether we do so by idle gossip,lazing around,watching television,or nothing at all. Despite the fact we keep hearing the words “Time and Tide waits for no one!”
If “Time” itself gives us the opportunity by standing still,for just a moment,what on earth can we tweak in,at that precise moment? Personally,I’d pray to God to forgive me for all the time I’ve wasted doing unimportant things when I had the time to thank Him for being so kind to me , providing me with : food,shelter,all the necessities of life and above all friends and awesome people I met in this life!