song: zindagi,kaisi hai paheli haaye,what kind of a riddle is life posted and translated by Ranu

What kind of a riddle is life,

Sometimes it makes you laugh,

And sometimes it makes you cry.

What kind of a riddle is life,

sometimes it makes you laugh,

and sometimes it makes you cry.

Sometimes your mind,

weaves threads of dreams,

one day the dreamer,

will go ahead of his dream,

But where?

What kind of a riddle is life,

sometimes it makes you laugh,

sometimes it makes you cry.

Those who organized the fares here,

bore happiness and sorrows together,

they picked everything in silence,

and left this place alone.

who knows where?

what kind of a riddle is life,

sometimes it makes you happy,

sometimes it makes you cry.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/09/21/song-zindagika…slated-by-ranu

Fiction: The bullock cart ride

Image by Wikipedia

Amina was travelling to her home in the village,the only transportation she could use was a bullock cart, it was a very slow moving cart despite its two big  wheels.

She was expecting her  first child  any day, she took a terrible risk going to see her parents so close to giving birth, she was confident she’d make it home.

The driver of the cart assured her she’d be fine ,he’d take her to her parents home in a jiffy, the cart and the bulls were rolling along on the uneven dirt road of the village, hours and minutes were passing faster than the driver and his bullock cart, suddenly Amina felt a sharp pain, she didn’t know what it was,her husband noticed she looked very sickly,he kept yelling at the driver to hurry up, but the poor man was trying his best, he talked to the bulls he gave them a kiss but the bulls were going down the road leisurely.

Then it happened what Amina and her husband feared most the  baby was going to be born in the cart, Amina’s pain became more and more frequent.

She gave a loud scream, the driver looked back, stopped and said a prayer, then all one could hear was the cry of the infant!

 

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/09/21/fiction-the-bullock-cart-ride/

365 Writing Prompts:We can be taught

What makes a teacher great?

Before I try to write what makes a great teacher, I’m eager to find out, who deserves to be a teacher?

With the above question in my mind I went about reading different people’s notion of evil and good, it breaks my heart to think these so called educated people, have given their verdict on who is evil, according to them some children are born evil.

When a child is born, he/she comes with a clean slate, they are at the mercy of their parents, guardians or others who take care of him/her. Can you honestly say that this child is evil, if you do, it means God has poured all the evil genes in him before sending him to earth, who else would you think, because the people on earth didn’t get a chance  to make him evil,it was taken care of by the creator.

For starters my feeling is people who have a twisted mind like this should not be allowed in the teaching profession.

It takes a lot of hard work and dedication to become a teacher, one must have proper education on how to deal with a pupil or student.

I also know what one learns in education seldom helps in teaching, one learns as he or she begins a career in teaching. I am thinking how I learned the art of teaching, it wasn’t educational Psychology,history of education, none of these things I learned, prepared me for teaching. It was by stepping into a classroom, my how to teach began.

I remember it was the second year of my teaching, I had taken a job in a local “Residential model school, in Bangladesh,” I asked a few questions to my colleague, I noticed she always changed the subject, it became evident she did not want to transfer her knowledge to me.

I wasn’t scared I knew I can learn on my own by watching the kids.It was my first day in that school, there were forty-two boys in my class, they were six year old rambunctious kids, One of them came up to me and said,”You are our sixth teacher in two months.”

Like Julie Andrews in ‘Sound of Music, I quietly thought what’s wrong with these kids?

I found that out soon enough, when the recess bell rang, I heard a loud roar within seconds the boys were out of the class in the playground noisily jumping and running. They were I assume thinking, ‘how long will she stay with us?’

After recess they all came in like a bunch of ruffians eager to see what I may have to offer. I did nothing that day.The following day after assigning their work for the first two periods, I looked at my time to find out when will the bell  ring for recess, when I saw there were only five minutes left,I got the attention of the boys and made a very firm announcement, I said, “the recess bell will ring after five minutes, if any one stands up before I say so, you will not have recess.”

There was pin drop silence each looked at the other, the bell rang they stayed glued in their seats, I looked at them and told them to stand up, they were to remain silent and leave the room one row at a time. The boys were quiet and did as I asked.

From that day onward I had no trouble with them, they did not dislike me on the contrary they liked me a lot.

I still cannot answer the question what makes a teacher great, I think loving one’s job, loving the kids one teaches, and be firm when needed. Children like discipline, it doesn’t mean take a stick in your hand and demand good behavior, trust me it does not work.

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/09/21/365-writing-pr…-can-be-taught

DP Daily Prompts: Autumn Leaves

Changing colors,dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes; do these mainstays of fall fill your heart with warmth— or with dread?

After an extremely hot summer, fall is a welcome change, the temperatures cool off , the leaves change into a variety of colors, all this is a pleasant sight for a little while,but when the leaves fall on the ground, the bare branches of trees, immediately reminds me winter is ready to change its place with fall.

This is the time it is scary. the early snowfall in November, transforms nature into a white blanket of snow everywhere, on trees, on the ground on the roofs of houses, on the streets, children have a wonderful time playing with this free plaything.

Then it starts to be dreadful, the short days, the strong wind and heaps and heaps of snow, covering everything is no longer a happy sight, with doorways, driveways packed with snow, the task of removing the white stuff is an ordeal, no one enjoys.

The slippery roads, the unploughed streets makes moving hazardous. are a   characteristic feature of winter and I do not enjoy fall because I know winter is not far behind.

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/09/21/dp-daily-prompts-autumn-leaves