Daily Post : Test

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

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Life is a Test in many ways

Those who survive have better days.

We start by  learning to appreciate our caretakers

Without them we’d possibly be haymakers.

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They register us in schools

So we’d learn the rules.

Take tests morning and afternoon

Will keep us from turning into loons.

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Time passes and we’re all grownups

In the mirror we look at our closeups.

We notice we need to change our look

How do we do it, by reading a book.

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Life is an on going test,

Ones who succeed are the best!

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Daily Post: Facade

In response to daily post’s prompt : Facade

In my hometown I had heard of lizards how and why they  change their colors. I found a video on YouTube  which explains how and why chameleons change color. I’m posting it as a response to the  prompt: Facade.

They compare it with humans who mask their facial expressions.

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Daily Post Prompt : Disagree

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

Once upon a time I was afraid to disagree with my mom, though I knew she treated some of us differently. I was not allowed to step out of the house to see a friend, when I was old enough to do so.

I remember, I had completed my education, but my mom thought I was too young to make the right decision. At heart I disagreed but I was scared to tell her she was wrong.

However my mom wasn’t strict with my younger sister at all. She let her go anywhere she wanted to. The only difference between me and my sister was, she’d go on hunger strike for two three days, my mom was unable to deal with this situation.

I remember once my mom said, ‘we’d have chapati instead of rice for supper.’

I disagreed because in those days I believed rice was the best food and I did not want to sacrifice eating a substitute for it.

Mom refused to cook rice for me, she let me starve that night, thinking, I wouldn’t starve two days in a row. She was right I didn’t.

Humans these days have a mind of their own, it’s not easy to make them agree if they don’t want to because they  think their elders are unfair.

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Daily Post : Outer Layers

Daily post : Outer Layers

The topic, ‘Outer Layers.’ brought back memories of my first couple of years in Canada. I remember a Canadian gentleman came to visit my husband and me in our apartment in Gander, Newfoundland. The discussion was centered around me getting a job as a teacher.

He said there was a vacancy in the local trade school. He was positive I’d get a job there or he’d help me get the job. Among other things he mentioned my dress, ‘Your dress is beautiful,’ he said, but he wasn’t quite sure about the reaction of the students.

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It was my second year in Canada, I felt terrible thinking my dress, ‘Sari,’ would be unacceptable to the students. I thought about it for a while, I decided I wasn’t going to take the job if I wasn’t allowed to wear a dress I was used to, I didn’t think it was not appropriate to wear my dress.

Next morning I got ready and went to the, ‘Trade School,’ my intention was to tell the Principal, whose name was Van Kesteren, that I did not want the job.

When I told him I did not want the job, he was surprised, he  looked at me, and said, ‘Are you sure you don’t want the job?’ I said, ‘Yes,’ and left the school.

About a year later I got a call from the Superintendent of the local school board, he said, he wanted to see me at my home. It was a short interview, he said nothing about my dress, he told me there were two vacancies in their school one was, fourth grade and the other seventh grade, which grade was my preference.

I settled for grade four, I remember my first day in school. I wore my Sari, the nine year old kids had no objection about my dress, they were thrilled to get a teacher who was different in many ways, she wore a dress they never saw before, they accepted me as their homeroom teacher with pride.

I am proud of my dress it clearly shows who I am, where I came from.

Once my husband got upset with me because I spoke to him in Bengali.  ‘do not speak to me in Bengali,’  he said.

‘Why?’ I asked.

‘Because,’ he said, ‘I spoke to my patient in Bengali.’

I laughed and said, ‘What’s wrong with it, by looking at you they know you’re not a Caucasian, and if one or two words in Bengali  came out of your mouth unintentionally, what’s the big deal?’

After this incidence he never said anything about speaking Bengali.

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Daily Post Prompt : Unfinished

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

I think it’s good in a way that our work is unfinished. This way we have something to look forward to. Let me look at my list, my translation is incomplete.

I have jars of pickles that need to go to the second step, right now they are half done. Today is the day I’m supposed to complete the second step. Then they’ll need to stay on the window sill to get some more sunlight.

Waiting for me is a bag of limes in the fridge, they are hoping I’d do something so they do not rot.  I think I’ll make sure they’re partially done.

The felines are meowing for food, this is another job I failed to complete!

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Daily Post prompt : Dilemma

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

Two night’s ago I received an invitation to go to a wedding, which is supposed to be on November 5th, the place is Chicago.It is a grand city, but November means snowfall any day. I’m not so sure I’d like to get stuck when the wind and snow comes roaring, in Chicago, Toronto or St. John’s. I can see myself thinking why did I accept this invitation?

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To avoid the hassle I can excuse myself by saying I’m afraid of what the weather might be at that time. It seems I’m between the, ‘Horns of a dilemma,’   do I accept or refuse, in one case there is a possibility of inclement weather on the other  losing an old friend. Which one can I choose?

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Daily Post Prompt : Panic

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

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Last night I dreamed I lost my parka, it didn’t feel so bad, because it has seen better days. But when I discovered my wallet  missing,I panicked, all my important cards are in it, I thought. I looked for it everywhere, but I could not find it.

When I woke up I realized it was only a dream.  Sometimes I wonder what is the cause of this nightmare. I didn’t watch any scary movies, which I normally don’t.

All I watched on TV was ‘Jeopardy,’ and ‘Wheel of Fortune,’ in those two shows, the guy and the gal won big. However one of the contestants on ‘Wheel,’ lost his million dollar card, when he hit “Bankrupt.”

I was also reading Dostoevsy’s novel,  “The Gambler,” I’m reading the part where Granny went to the casino to watch the people playing roulette.  Granny was telling one of the guys to stop playing after he won a lot of money or if he continued he’d lose it all.

Could it be this specific sentence,” Or you’ll lose it all,” lodged in my sub-conscious mind, hence I dreamed I lost my wallet? Come to think of it there is a connection, don’t you think?

I’m glad I panicked in my dream, which is good for me and my mental health.

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Daily Post Prompt : Generous

In response to daily post’s prompt : Generous

Yesterday I understood what, “Generous,”  really means. A 6 year old boy named Alex, invited a little boy in Syria who was hurt by a bomb blast. While everyone felt bad for the family and the boy, little Alex went one step further. He offered his home, his toys, his friends to little Omran. In my mind this is what generous really means.

His invitation taught us a very important lesson, that human life is valuable. It doesn’t matter, who he/ s is. We all should do our best to protect it.

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