DP Daily Prompt: On The Road Post by Ranu

Eastern Jungle Crows, Bangladesh

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!’

DP Daily Prompt: Clean House Post by Ranu

A pair of In-N-Out cheeseburgers.

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!

DP Daily Prompt: Ebb and Flow Post by Ranu

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.

Tagore song (title happiness) post and translated by Ranu

watchful waiting

watchful waiting (Photo credit: jeffreyw)

I am happy to watch and wait,

the games of sun and shadow,

changing of season from monsoon

to spring.

Strangers passing me by

with their news.

The soft breeze spreading its

pleasant scent.

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

sing inwardly.

Feel the soft breeze with its

beautiful scent floating my   way

As I happily wait for the auspicious moment!

DP Daily Prompt: A Bend in Time Post by Ranu

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Рабиндра...

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!

DP Daily Prompt: 2100 post by Ranu

Imagine There's No Hunger    -  Strawberry Fie...

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.

Weekly writing challenge: Backward post by ranu https://sabethville.wordpress.com

We the grade four teachers went to the funeral home to bid goodbye to Darlene Decker,a grade four student.

Darlene was a nine year old pupil in my class. She was a lovely girl,she was always very confident and well-behaved. One day she came from the library and quite proudly showed me the two cook books she borrowed. I had a conversation with her,I wanted to find out,why she borrowed the cook books, she said,”I am going to cook breakfast tomorrow morning for us” I said, ” Darlene,can you cook?” , “Yes Mrs. Asgar, I always cook breakfast on week-ends,these books have different recipes,I want to try them. “I’m so glad you’re going to help your mother”,I said. It was a Friday afternoon,the bell rang and I decided to go home immediately to relieve my baby sitter.

On Monday morning,I went to school at 8:30 am. There were some books to correct. I sat down and started my work. moments later two boys raced in they were going to give me some news. Both of them were short of breath and were not coherent. I told them to calm down and then slowly tell me what is so urgent.

It was my turn to gasp for air,I could not believe what was coming out of their mouths. “Are you sure? I said. The news was not sinking in, I kept repeating,”Are you sure? The boys were surprised,they both said at once, “Don’t you listen to the Radio?” It was obvious I did not.

Three of us calmed down as the boys were desperately trying to give me the news of Darlene’s death. She volunteered to collect news paper money for her brother’s clients,so he could go to the movies.

After collecting the money she took a short cut to her house through the woods. She had gone half ways when she was stopped by her neighbor’s fourteen year old son, She told him she went to collect newspaper money on her brother’s behalf. He asked her to give him the money she refused. He punched her few times and when she still didn’t give in,he picked up a piece of driftwood close by. He hit her on the head,apparently  more than once. Darlene died instantly.

The boy went home and went straight to his room.

Meanwhile the parents of Darlene were getting worried,there was no sign of her it was getting late. The pet dog was very restless,it kept barking and running  in and out .Darlene’s family members were curious,why is the dog barking repeatedly.There must be something,some of the members went out and noticed the dog was barking and wanted them to follow it. The dog was leading them to the woods. They followed, halfway into the woods the dog stopped and was wagging its tail. They found the body of Darlene with multiple facial and head injuries. She was taken to the hospital,it was too late she had died hours ago according to the coroner.

This was the first time I went to the funeral home to say “Good-Bye” to my little nine year old pupil!

DP Daily Prompt: Celebrate Good Times Post By Ranu

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!

DP Daily Prompt: Standstill Post by Ranu

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!

Pocket and WordPress.com: Saving and Sharing Made Easy

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Working with our pals at Pocket — a service that lets you save articles, longreads, and other media like videos that you find on the web — we’re happy to announce you can easily save content on WordPress.com and Jetpack-powered self-hosted sites, which you can enjoy later on your computer or touch devices. You can also share saved content on your sites, right from Pocket on your iPhone and iPad.

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With our Pocket and WordPress.com integration, you can send WordPress.com posts to Pocket, and make it easy for your readers to file away your posts so they can revisit them when they have time. Under the Sharing Buttons section on the Settings → Sharing panel in your dashboard, you can enable various buttons so your readers can share or send your stuff across the internet, from Google+ to Path and more.

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