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Rafi song –Mujhe darde dil ka pata na tha posted and translated by Ranu

A Hindi song, posted and translated by Ranu

I knew nothing of heartache,

Why did I meet you

I was happy and had fun alone

Why did I meet you

We were lost in our journey

In far off places

We were traveling separately

Why did I meet you

I’m not a moon giving light

in the evening

Neither am I a lamp of healing

I’m only a small lamp of the road

Why did I meet you!

 

Daily Prompt : Spike

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

I bought a piece of flank steak a few days ago. I wondered how will I cook it, will I bake it, fry it, or simply boil it. None of these methods sounded right to cook this piece of meat,  then thanks to my active mind I came up with a solution I liked but what about my readers will they approve?

I picked up the flank steak

I decided it’ll  be fine to make

Sheesh Kebab I said out loud

This made me so good and proud

I started cutting square sized pieces

Soaked them in lemon and spices

Let them marinade for few hours

Gave them time to consolidate their powers

To make them immersed in a spicy meat sauce

It was then time to skewer them meats and sauce

On our small  revolving grill

Which did its job it was a  thrill

To watch the Spiked skewers

Cooking kebabs for us lovers

Who went berserk waiting

We couldn’t wait to be eating

Those delicious grilled Kebabs

Intended for the Bengali Sahibs!

 

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Tagore Song, singer, Hemant kumar, posted and translated by Ranu

Tagore understood how our mind thinks and feels.

His lyrics explain how we feel when,

we leave our beloved town, city or country.

This song is based on  our feelings.

You ask your mind this question :

Do you know who you left behind ?

This is why you didn’t

get  peace all your life.

You have forgotten

the path you took to leave,

How will you return

to the place you left?

You listen to the sound

of the river. Your heart trembles

when you hear the rustling of  leaves

You feel you will find the path

If you can understand

the language of  flowers.

The path that leads to the

evening star, oh my mind!

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Daily Prompt: Fry

In response to daily post’s one word prompt : Fry

The Wonder Child

This is the story of a wonder child,

He was sweet and had manners mild.

One day he was crawling on the kitchen floor,

Where his mother was  roasting a wild boar.

To get mother’s attention he  got a piece of paper,

He started chewing it to show mom he liked the flavor.

‘Oh no!’ said mom, ‘this is what you do with this,

You write here the alphabets, that look like this.’

She started concentrating on the roasting she started,

Turned around to see what the child imparted.

To her dismay she saw those alphabets copied,

She thought it wasn’t her tyke, but who she worried?

She took the paper and wrote words to see,

Sure enough, it was her Fry, she noted with glee!

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Daily Prompt : Chuckle

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

An Unforgettable Dinner!

Once a while ago, I cannot recall whether I still was a student or teaching, when this incident happened. I was in Dhaka and my brother Rafique was working in Sylhet. Suddenly he decided to come to see me in Dhaka at my Uncle’s home. My Uncle was excited, he asked me what type of food he liked. I said,  ‘He loves Hilsa fish.’

This fish is one of the boniest fish, one that is hard to eat because of the bones. All my brothers disliked it, so mom was unable to get it. I loved it and didn’t care about the bones. Since most of my siblings did not like it I never got to eat it as much as I wanted.

It was a grand opportunity for me to make Rafique eat it, I knew he wouldn’t complain. My Uncle got his servant to buy the Largest Hilsa fish from the shop. He wanted my brother to have a treat, not knowing Rafique hated this fish

There were several dishes made from it. Pilaf with Hilsa, it was fried, cooked in gravy, it was a day of Hilsa galore.

The table was set, the food was served, we sat down to eat, my brother, uncle and I . My uncle was beside himself, he decided to serve my brother first, a huge piece of the fish, then the rice dish with  fish.

My uncle sat down and took some of the food in his plate, as he was eating he was keeping an eye on my brother, who was slowly taking out the bones and didn’t show much enthusiasm about the main dish. I was having a great time eating my favorite food.

At one point my uncle whispered,   ‘I don’t think your brother likes fish.’

I chuckled, ‘no uncle he loves it, he’s just shy.’

When he heard that, uncle put some more fish in my brothers plate. I wanted to burst out laughing, but controlled myself, I knew uncle would not appreciate this kind of joke.

When I asked my brother, ‘did you like the fish?’

He said, ‘it was good except there were too many bones!’

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Daily Prompt : Opaque

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

Each morning I dread watching the opaque sky,

I wonder what’s happening up above I sigh!

Are the Angels and demons having a fight,

Will they drop their arsenals with their might?

What will become of us I’m frightened to think,

Will mankind float or they’ll just sink?

These queer thoughts keeps me awake,

I  cannot understand what more I can take!

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Daily Prompt : Jolt

In response to daily post’s prompt : Jolt

I remember riding many times in our popular train, ‘The Green Arrow,’ why they named it so, I have no idea. Once on my journey to Comilla, Bangladesh, from Dhaka city, the train was moving along smoothly suddenly I felt a jolt and the train came to a screeching halt.

Then as it happens  normally the passengers got out and were running helter- skelter to know why the train stopped so unexpectedly, no one was telling us anything. We only assumed there was something wrong with the train.

Hours later an announcement was made that there was an accident and the train would be delayed. In the meantime my mom and siblings heard there was an accident, but which train, they didn’t know.

My mom sent my brother to the train station if there was any news, but the station master could not provide any details.

My train was expected to arrive in Comilla at 11am. It was well over that time, my mom was scared, she expected the worst. Still she kept hoping I was safe.

It took almost twelve hours to reach Comilla, normally it took four hours.

I was completely exhausted, my brother  went every hour to find out if the accident involved our train, no one gave any positive reply, so he’d come home and would return to the station because mom sent him back. Finally when he was informed the train was about to reach Comilla within the hour, he stayed at the station.

I got out of the compartment tired and sleepy. I couldn’t wait to go home and lie down. My mom’s face told the story, she was happy to see me, the hours of waiting so many hours took a toll on her!

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Daily Prompt : Climbing

In response to daily post’s prompt: Climbing

The Rising Star

In sports there are many players, only a few successfully climb the ladder of success, within a few years. One such player is Roger Federer. He is a tennis star and has won many grand slam trophies in his young life.
He is a talented player who makes his game look easy by the way he plays it.

Recently he won the Australian Open Championship by beating players who were ahead of him in ranking. He was unable to play for six months in 1916 due to back trouble,  which brought his ranking down. This year 1917 he managed to go up in ranking, he played a few tournaments but already won three or four tournaments.

He is a very popular player, he has many fans who come in droves to watch him play. I hope he’ll play a few more years and entertain us by his stylish play.

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