Geeta Dutt’s song Preetam aan milo Posted by Ranu

Geeta Dutt was a Bengali  play back singer, she fell in love with Guru Dutt, an actor. She married him. Geeta came from a wealthy family. She had a beautiful voice. She died at a young age, but her songs are still remembered.

I posted this song for all those who appreciate music, even if they don’t understand the lyrics. I have not translated it, I intend to do so later.

Tagore song: diner sheshe– at the end of the day posted by ranu

DP Daily Prompt: Breaking the Ice

The internet has been swept up by the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. Is there a cause–social,political,cultural, or other– you passionately believe in? Tell us how you got involved or why you don’t get involved.

I’m sure social, cultural, political or any other noise was always there, it was not felt as much as they do now, the internet, TV videos are helping people to get carried away these days.

Maybe we have too many mediums to make ourselves heard,to take advantage of it. At the end of the day when all who are involved take an account of what they have accomplished might find out their involvement did not make that much difference.

I always disliked politics, the politicians never tell the truth, they will visit you before the election, once elected they fail to recognize you. I always stay away from politics.

As far as being social, I’ve tried to be one, but quickly found out you have to act and react a certain way to be welcomed by the group, I’ve therefore realized I must stay aloof.

I have yet to find out the meaning of cultural, it is defined differently by whoever according to their convenience. I refuse to join with the snobs, it therefore leaves me with nothing and I am okay with it.

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/20/dp-daily-promp…eaking-the-ice

365 Writing Prompts: The full moon

When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are. Describe this new you.

There is something very unique about the full moon, whenever it happens and the sky is clear, I find myself in a place I’ve never been. I am lost in my thought and go into an imaginary place where it’s me, Tagore, Rumi, Mirza Ghalib and Iqbal. I carefully listen to their conversation.

Tagore and I are the only Bengalis , the rest of them speak Persian. I am fascinated to hear this language which I don’t understand.

Tagore realizes my shortcoming and helps me out. I begin to understand a few words, but cannot carry on a lengthy dialogue. I’m advised to go back to earth and work on my language skills especially in Persian, so I can participate in their discussion.

Back on earth I turn on my computer and Google the language Persian. I know I must be ready for the next full moon, I tell myself did I really see those people or it was all my imagination. Unfortunately it was just that and I didn’t have to count when I’ll meet them again.

They have left the earth and are now in a better place, without any kind of worries, and I am here with all the trials and tribulations of the world!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/19/365-writing-pr…-the-full-moon