Daily Prompt: PURPOSE

In response to daily post’s, one-word prompt: Purpose

Sometimes I wonder, why am I here? Was I expected to accomplish something which would be useful  for me?   When I was in lower grades in school, the thought of accomplishing something did not come to me at all. I was in school because that’s what I was supposed to do. How long would I be in school, who knows, I didn’t know.

Year after year I continued going to school, without any definite plan. At twelve my Dad passed away. A year later we moved to Bangladesh. We didn’t have a home at the time, so we stayed in our maternal Grandpa’s home for almost a year.

In the meantime my eldest brother visited the nearby town to buy a home where we planned to live. Within a year the home was bought, we found out there was a convent not too far from the house where we lived.

My brother told me to take our younger siblings to register in the convent. When it came to me attending school, there was a problem, this school which I mentioned had only up to Grade Six, I was in Standard six in my old school, which was equivalent to grade eight, and in  the other schools, the medium of instruction was Bengali.

I told my brother, I would study privately and sit for the high School exams. Everything went well I passed the exam and registered in the local college.Four years later I got my undergraduate degree, then after two more years, successfully got my masters degree. After this I wondered What would I do with these pieces of paper, do your education degree and become a school teacher was what  my mind told me to do.

After spending sixteen years in school I wondered why did I spend so long in  school,  what really is my aim. The extra year gave me a chance to get a job in an educational institution. I’ve heard wise people say your fate is already decreed by the Creator. But is it really true? Sometimes I think it is , other times  I feel it’s not so.

Take for example the case of one  my older brothers, he did not want to study right from the beginning, my Dad asked him, what would he like to do, he had no answer. He told us one day that he prayed all night, and fell asleep while praying, he saw a man in his dream, the man told him he’d give him anything he wants, ‘What do you want the man?’ said.

My brother said he wanted to finish school. The man said, ‘I cannot fulfill your wish, but ask for something else.’

My brother couldn’t think of anything, the man in his dream disappeared. Now my question is, why was my brother  sent by the creator? For what purpose? I have no answer, can someone else answer it?

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Commenting Basics, Day Two: Share a Personal Story

Day Two: Share a Personal Story: Since I didn’t find any blog where I could leave ‘My Personal Story,’ I’m using the space in my blog to write my personal story.

This is a story of a nine year old kid(it’s me), how I spent my days. I woke up every morning @ 3 am, you might wonder why so early, it was the only time I was able to spend time with my mother in the kitchen. My mom had to invent different types of breakfast to satisfy my dad. If God forbid my mom repeated it. I was called by my dad to ask mom if the price of that particular breakfast food was cheaper. I’d run along and inquire, ‘Mom is the food price cheaper or else why would you give dad the same food two days in a row.’

Hey remember I said,”I was nine years old, how was I supposed to know the difference, of ordinary words and sarcasm?”

I thought it was a game, when my mom looked at me with killer eyes, I figured it was no game, but it was a way of my dad sending a message to my mom.

By 6 am I had to be ready to catch the bus to school, I did not have to walk very far, just a few yards to reach the gate of my house. I’d go to school without eating breakfast, refused to take lunch with me, but mom would make me take it. There were a few times I’d open my lunch box to eat, then I felt the whole school was staring at me. I’d close it and bring it home after school, I’d give to my younger siblings to eat it and not tattle mom about this. They were wonderful siblings who did not want to see me in trouble.

I came home at 4 pm hungry and tired, by then there was food left for me, mom was away from the kitchen, praying or resting. I couldn’t tell. The servant whose name was Bari was given the responsibility of warming up the food, he didn’t, he dished out cold food, I was unhappy, I began to cry, my dad was always interested to know what was going on, he heard me crying.

His immediate question was, ‘Why is Ranu crying?’

No one was paying attention even though there were no shortage of humans in our house, we were twelve kids, which leaves eleven to know someone is crying.

Dad calls me, “Ranu Ma what’s the matter?”

The soft voice of dad made me cry louder, I said,’Dad every day Bari gives me cold food to eat.’

Well Dad called in his thunderous voice, ‘Bari come here, you gave my daughter cold food?’ Bari stayed quiet, he continued, if you ever give her cold food again, I will send you home!’

After this incident my food was never cold.

There are more stories, maybe some other time if I’m asked to write a personal story. What I wrote is most probably different from others,rather than bore them by using a space in their blog. I used mine, if the bloggers stop by to read it and write a short comment, I’d be more than grateful.

I know I get a lot of likes for my posts, I’m never sure why they like it. I love comments. Robert my dear online course mate and blogger friend never fails to write a comment.

Sorry for this long story!

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Commenting Basics,Day one: Just Start Talking!

Day One: Just Start Talking!

Today comment on three blogs where you’ve never commented before.not on your mom’s blog, or your friend’s blog–three-new-to-you-places.

I visited the Reader, but did not find the appropriate blog to comment. There were those, where I commented regularly, got no response and ones I did get a response. I picked three from there.

1. tnkerr: Writing Prompts and Practice: Words,Words,Words
2. Indira’s Blog: Happiness is….
3. Sheenmeem: Countless
4. I left my comment on each of these blogs.I’m yet to hear from them.I went to visit the blogs to see if they left any comments.They didn’t. I will write my second assignment.
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