Writing 101, Day thirteen

Compose a series of vignettes.

Today tell a story through a series of vignettes( short,episodic scenes or anecdotes)that together read together as variations on the same theme.They can each be as short or long as you see fit–they don’t have to be the same length- but they need a common feature to tie them together, whether it’s a repeated phrase, a similar setting, or the appearance of the same person.

These are some of the things we were supposed to do, when we went for pilgrimage to Saudi Arabia.

  1. We walked around the Ka’ba seven times, there were stops where we said a little prayer and moved on. It was sunny and warm, we walked bare feet, amazingly enough the ground was not hot, but very comfortable. I was told because it’s covered with marble, it remains cool.Mosquée_Masjid_el_Haram_à_la_Mecque.jpg (4000×3000)
  2. Next we went to Al- Safa and Al- Marwah : In Islamic tradition(Ibrahim) was commanded by God to leave his wife Hajar(Hagar) and their infant son alone in the desert between Al Safa and Al-Marwah , the two hills.They were left with basic provisions to test their faith.
  3. Hagar climbed the nearest hill, Al-Safa in search of water.When she didn’t find it , she went to the other hill Al-Marwah, she was relieved she could see her son, whom she left alone. When she went to the valley she was unable to see her son, she would run in the valley and walk at a normal pace when she was on the hillsides.She walked back and forth seven times between the hills in the extreme heat searching for water, before returning to her son.When she arrived, she found that a spring had broken forth when Angel Jibreel hit the ground with his wing.
  4. In Al Safa and Al-Marwah we walked and ran like Hagar. Sa'yee_To_Go.jpg (2592×1944)
  5. Then we went to Muzdalifah, spent the night there and also collected pebbles to stone the Devil.Muzdalifa.JPG (3840×2880)Muzdalifah. (All the images are supplied by Wikipedia.)
  6. These were some of the rites we performed when we went for pilgrimage in Saudi Arabia.
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Blogging 201, Day Seven

Day  Seven: Make the most of Events

Today’s assignment: Create a recurring blogging event on your site, and/or make plans to attend a blogging conference.

Blogging Event: In Other Words

In this weekly event draw inspiration from a well-known quote.

Recurring weekly Wednesday-

Today is Tuesday, but I will write a post today on quotes and another one tomorrow to follow the recurring  weekly   Wednesday.

The famous quote I picked today is : Let us sacrifice our today so that our children can have a better tomorrow-

A.P.J Abdul Kalam

Sacrifice is the key word in this quote. Our children need our support mentally, physically and financially. This is the reason we should sacrifice our pleasure by earning and saving for our children to enable them to have a better tomorrow.

Besides financial, mental and physical support is necessary too. Little minds at times can be confused by viewing the world by themselves. We can help by explaining things they fail to understand.

They need physical support in infancy, parents’  assistance enables them to grow up as confident human beings.

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Writing 101:Play with word count, Day 12

Writing assignment : true 100-word story.

Her name was Darlene,she was a nine-year old girl in my grade four class. One  Friday afternoon, she came to me excited, “look Miss,I’ve taken out two cookbooks from the library.”

“What will you do with them?” I asked.

“I will cook breakfast for my  family!” She smiled.

On Monday, two boys in my class, came running to give me the news.

“Miss,” both said, in one breath, “Darlene is dead!”

I looked at them in awe, “No it’s not true.” I exclaimed!

“Yes Miss,” both yelled, “her next door neighbor killed her for money!”

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Daily Prompt: I’ve Become My Parents

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Do you ever find yourself doing something your parents used to do when you were a kid, despite the fact you hated it back then.

If I could do what my parents used to do back when I was growing up, it would make my kids less selfish. These days kids follow what the friends say.

Even though I looked after all their needs, even taught them, so they wouldn’t have problems in school, they not only fail  to  appreciate it, they do not hesitate to tell me I know nothing.

I’m not sure if all the kids do that, but my kids certainly are guilty of it.

I recall the first year of teaching in a small town in North America, I had some very outspoken kids, who cared little that the teacher could hear them, one of them addressed his mother as that ‘Woman’ when I heard it I could not take it lightly, I had to tell him, it wasn’t very nice to address his mother as ‘that woman,’ it was disrespectful. He looked at me and showed a, ‘I don’t care what you think attitude.’

Two weeks later we had our “parent teacher interview,” I told the mother about this incidence, she clearly was embarrassed. She assured me she was going to take care of his bad behavior.

Next morning, I could see a drastic change in his behavior, he was extremely polite and never behaved improperly.

Not everything parents say or make kids do can be taken as negative, it is a learning process for the kids,and parents are the best people who can give their  kids that knowledge!

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Daily Prompt: Take Me to the moon

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How far would you go for someone you love? How far would you want someone else to go for you?

I think there should be a limit to what one can do for someone. If my kid asks me to pay down payment for a house she wants to buy, I will not pay it, but will remind her, she has a good job she should pay it herself. If saying this will break my relationship with her so be it.

We all love our kids but if they demand outrageous sum of money for something they are  capable of paying themselves, I will not give the money. It does not mean I do not love them, it teaches them to be responsible.

I will have to point out the fact, “Money does not grow on trees.”

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Blogging 201, Day Five

Day Five: Make the Most of Your Archives.

Today’s assignment: Integrate a feature to draw traffic to your older content like a widget,related posts, or a “Best  of “Page.

From The Archives

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Рабиндра...

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Рабиндранат Тагор (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Тагор, Р...

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Тагор, Рабиндранат (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In his lifetime Tagore wrote in all sorts of literary forms. Despite that, the name of poet stuck to him. He was called viswa-kabi(the universal poet) by his own people. He was certainly one who wrote variety of poems.When one surveys his poems, one could exclaim as Dryden did about Chaucer,’Here is God’s plenty.’He began writing poems at a tender age. It is said that when he lay dying,poems kept coming to him. Although he was incapable of writing himself,he dictated the poems,he checked them to be sure they were formed perfectly.

I have read many poems of Tagore.I never thought of translating them.To me they were there to read and enjoy.The feeling that I should translate them to show the beauty of his work,came to me only lately.In English there are limited words one can use to translate Bengali prose,poetry or songs. I am aware,my translation will fail to catch the depth of Tagore’s poetry. I have finally found a poem,Tagore wrote,The title is “To Remember”.

“To Remember”

I do not have any recollection of my mother.

Only when I go out to play suddenly without any reason

A kind of tune keeps ringing in my ears,

as if the sound mixes with my mother’s words in the middle of my game.

Did my mother sing while rocking my swing–.

My mother has gone but, as she was going she left the song.

I do not have any recollection of my mother;

Only in September, early in the morning in the garden of the white flowers,

the wind spreads the smell of the flowers wet with dew;

Why then does my mothers words,echo in my mind;

perhaps when my mother carried the decorated basket of flowers—-

The smell of Pooja transformed into my mother’s smell and came to me.

I do not have any recollection of my mother;

Only when I sit in the corner of my bedroom;

I look far-away at the blue sky from my window—

All of a sudden I feel my mother is looking at me very intently;

She used to have me in her lap and look at me,

that is the look she left all over the sky as a reminder for me.

I have tried to translate the Bengali poem written by Tagore into English. I hope it is okay!

Ranu

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An example of handwritten Bengali script. Part of a poem written by Rabindranath Tagore in 1926 in Hungary. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for literature. It is the first Nobel prize won by Asia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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9 thoughts on “Rabindranath Tagore”

  1. I cannot be a good judge since I do not know Bengali language, but I thoroughly enjoyed your English translation. To me the best part about it was that it gave that feeling of being overwhelmed, almost like being pulled into an ocean of emotions forcefully and suddenly – which I have understood to be a hallmark of Tagore’s poetry, and a kind of his “signature” (by which I mean, what makes him different from other poets and comes out even in translations, when translations are good).

    • Thank you Bhai,I was afraid to translate it,I felt I know the language,maybe I should give it a try.
      The exceptional comment coming from you,certainly made my day.Whichever way I say thank you isn’t enough.
      When Akhtar Bhai suggested to write about Tagore especially his poetry.I was a bit scared,I was not sure how to handle it.
      At the same time I did not want to admit I couldn’t do it.Many many thanks once again!

  2. Dear Ranu,

    This is an absolutely beautiful poem.

    I like that Tagore is referred to as the Universal Poet. It seems right that God would have His poets.

    Thank you for sharing this.

    All good wishes,

    robert

  3. Thank you very much for this, the poem has an enormous effect on heart and mind, and also creates a splendorous sensibility about the relationship that the poet describe so simply but that simplicity produces a river of opus that flows in imagination as musical notation.

    Your translation is so good that it brought out tears and I am so happy to be introduced to this beautiful piece of poetry. This is a brilliant beginning 🙂

Writing 101, Day Ten: Update your readers over a cup of coffee

Today’s assignment: Write an update post in the form of a virtual coffee date.

Or

*Set your poem or short story in a cafe.

Or

*Go to your neighborhood spot with your laptop or notebook and free-write for 20 minutes, prompted by what you observe.

Or

*Love or hate coffee ? Tell us why.

I think, “Love or hate coffee” is one I’d like to write about.

I do not love coffee and I do not hate it either.

Here is why. I was introduced to tea at a very early age. Maybe because I come from a country where tea is popular, because it’s grown there. We export it to countries all over the world. It’s the main reason coffee was not imported in our countries for a long time.

Now because of the people of  my country travel a lot( Bangladesh). They have tasted it out of curiosity, some feel it tastes good, some think it’s not that tasty, they like it since it’s available all over the world and it makes them feel special and cool.It’s for this reason coffee is available in Bangladesh, but it’very expensive, compared to tea. The stores charge a lot of money for coffee mainly to discourage the inhabitants to pick up the habit of drinking coffee instead of tea.

For me nothing about it makes me want to drink it, since it is stylish, and the phrase, “Let’s go for coffee,” does not attract my attention.

I’m a creature of habit, I’ve had tea, since I started going to school. Rain or shine I had my cup of tea. It is one drink I love and am not about to desert it for something else, such as coffee, hot chocolate or any kind of juice. It’s all about pleasure in my case, the only drink that provides it is tea.

When someone visits our house first thing I’d say is, “Cha khaben?”( would you like a cup of tea?)To these same people if I say, “Coffee khaben?”( would you like a cup of coffee?)

Their response would be, “kee bollen?”( What did you say?)

It would mean so you have forgotten your roots. It is part of our culture. For me it’s part of my habit. I cannot think of replacing tea for coffee.

Blogging 201, Day four: Give ‘EM what they want

Today’s assignment:do a basic stats analysis to help you create an editorial for the next thirty days.

Here is my Stats Analysis for September -16, 2015

Posts and pages __ Views_ 46

Referrer

Search Engines_ 13

WordPress.com reader_ 3

Mail, Google.com_1

Widgets. Wp.Com_1

Link

Commons,wikipedia.org _2

Authors

Author                           Views

Ranu 802                      58

Country                             Views

  1. United States  _       22

2. India                            9

3. Indonesia                    7

4. United Kingdom_      4

5. United Arab Emirates_4

6. Pakistan_                      3

7.Canada_                        2

8. Philippines_                2

9. Kenya_                          1

10. Bangladesh__           1

Search Terms__                  Views

Search Term

Why can’t the two birds

live together _                            1

Unknown search terms_         9

Views_ 60

Visitors- 30

Likes-   52

Comments- 28

Insights

Most popular Day                                                   Most popular Hour

Wednesday                                                                 12:00 PM

18% views                                                                                   9 % View

All- time posts,       views         and visitors

Posts                         views                   visitors                      Best views Ever

1,954                         52, 689               22,734                        217(May 6, 2014)

The above is my stats analysis. I hope this is what I’m supposed to do.

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Writing 101,Day Nine: Reinvent the letter format

Today, write your post as a letter. Approach it in any way you’d like.

This is a letter to my ,”Thoughts.”

Dear Thoughts(or should I address you as someone who constantly reads between the lines),

No matter how I address you, I must remind you  stop making my mind confused by your continual claim that so n’ so does not like me.

What made you think that? Is it by reading this person’s comment on my last post? Maybe it seemed like that to you; I really do not agree. There are times my readers decide after reading the post, they would handle the topic differently. It’s their reasoning, so please refrain from putting ideas in my head.

If I listen to you every time you make me believe someone doesn’t like me. I won’t have any friends. You are persistently messing up my brain. If you are unable to send positive vibes to me;leave me alone. I am pretty sure I can take care of myself.

Best wishes,

R

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