DP Daily Prompt: Spice of Success

If ” failure is the condiment that success gives its flavor”( Truman Capote) how spicy do you like your success stories?

I like my success stories to be spicy enough to satisfy my ego. I may or may not have written about this story before, I like reminding myself I am very lucky.

Sometime ago my husband got a job in a small hospital in Newfoundland, while he’d be away all day at work, I stayed at home with very little to do. I looked at it this way, how many times can one spend time cleaning and dusting, it was only two of us and the house needed cleaning once a week.

I was bored, I applied for a teaching job the principal said: “you are over qualified.”

Where I came from higher the qualification the greater are the possibilities of getting a job, one thing made me happy i.e the thought, we were only there for two years and after completing the second year we’d be back in Montreal where our good friends lived.

A year was barely over, when one day I received a call from the superintendent of the school board, he wanted to come to my house to see me. I was surprised to know he wanted to come to my house to see me.

He came with the principal of one of the schools, they asked me a few questions, told me they had vacancies for two teachers, one in grade four and the other one in grade seven. I was asked my preference, I favored grade four, I was told they’d let me know in a day or two.

Before I went upstairs I looked out and found both of them discussing something, I was about to go upstairs when the door bell rang. I answered the door and saw the superintendent, he informed me that they’re pleased to hire me to teach the fourth grade.

I was delighted, soon after my husband called, I gave him the good news and this was the beginning of my teaching career!

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365 Writing Prompts: It builds Character

Tell us about a favorite character from film,theater or literature, with whom you’d like to have a heart-to -heart.What would you talk about?

My favorite author is Rabindranath Tagore from Bengal. He has written a lot of poems, song lyrics and stories. I read a lot of his writings, one of the poems I liked most was his portrayal of a servant named Keshto.

This poem is full of humor and is sad as well. I read this poem when I was a very young child. We had moved from Rawalpindi  to Comilla Bangladesh after my father passed away.

Tagore is with whom I’d love to have a heart to heart. I’d discuss his poem: “puraton Bhrittho”( old servant) it is one of my favorite poems. I’ll discuss about the poem.

Ranu: Thank you Mr. Tagore for agreeing to see me.

Tagore: It is my pleasure to meet my fans, I do it whenever I have time .

Ranu: I want to discuss your poem, ‘old servant with you.’

Tagore: This is my favorite poem too, what do you want to know?

Ranu: Is it real or imaginary?

Tagore:Why do you ask?

Ranu: The way you have described him sounds like you really had a servant named Keshto.

Tagore: No it’s not real, I did not have a servant named Keshto, but there are Keshto’s in real life who work for people in our homes. They are paid very little, yet they are expected to do a lot more. Whenever anything is missing in the house the servant is the one everyone in the family blames.

Ranu: Why do you think they are always blamed?

Tagore: The answer is simple, they are poor and they cannot say anything, also they are afraid to lose their job.

Ranu: Do you think no one treats them well?

Tagore: There may be some who are kinder than others but in general it is the case.

Ranu: In the last verse of the poem you mentioned Keshto was ill and died soon after. The poem was sad in the end,

Tagore: In the verse before I mentioned he took care of his master, who had a contagious disease, Keshto was loyal he was not afraid to catch the disease, he spent day and night looking after his master.

Ranu: Do you think the servants are expected to look after their masters if they’re suffering from a contagious disease?

Tagore: Yes they are, because no one cares, when they get sick they are not given proper care, and they die, they are replaced at once and the poor souls are never mentioned.

Ranu: Thank you Mr. Tagore for taking your valuable time talking to me.

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