NBA Draft, June 23rd 2022

It is not the NBA draft that caught my attention but the little boy who was introduced by the father, the little tyke was remarkable as a child. He showed, one day he’d be a Draft pick. He’s all grown up, this evening he is going to be drafted by one of the NBA teams. Isn’t it awesome?

The amusing part was when the father said out loud, ‘that’s my son.’ Mom felt her husband completely forgot her, she elbowed him and said ‘He’s our son!’

Imagine how we mothers are always left out, when our children excel in something. 🙂

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Mir Jafar, posted by Ranu

Today I will shed some light on Mir Jafar. For a very long time, when Mom was upset with us, she’d say you descendants of Mir Jafar, how can you be any better.

At that time I was seven or perhaps eight years old. It somehow did not awaken my natural curiosity. I thought probably this man was evil and lived near my grandparents home.

In other words I paid no attention. As time passed my brain started mulling inside, telling me it’s worth finding out who this character is.

First thing that aroused my attention was to open the encyclopedia. I looked up, ‘Mir Jafar.’

Lo and behold there was this character in bold English letters, Mir Muhammad Ja’far Khan( 1691- died February 5, 1765 ( Bengal India). He was the first Bengal ruler from 1757 to 1760; 1763 to 1765. Under British influence he helped to defeat the Mughal rule in India. He was an Arab by birth. He helped his brother-in-law, General Ali Vardi Khan, to seize the the government of Bengal in 1740.

His crooked ambition led him to conspire with others to depose the grandson of Ali Vardi khan, who I introduced as Mir Jafar’s brother-in-law in the previous paragraph.

In 1757 he( Mir Jafar) assured Robert Clive, British Governor of Madras, now known as Chennai, that he would enter into an alliance with the British to exclude the French from Bengal and pay 50,000 pounds to the East India Company for the European inhabitants of Calcutta (now Kolkata), he’d make the deal if the British supported his bid to be the ruler of Bengal.

He made a few other promises to convince the British, who themselves were sitting pretty on our home soil, India at that time.

I get the picture, my question is Mir Jafar was a traitor, he was an Arab by birth. We are Bengalis at least this is what we are told. We have nothing to do with Mir Jafar, so why would Mom call us Mir Jafar’s descendants?

Besides we were innocent kids trying our best in school, hoping to get a worthy enough job. Now I see what we were labeled as is untrue. Would you not agree with me? Too bad Mom passed away a long time ago, I lost my chance to tell Mom, as far as History goes, we had nothing to do with that man.

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The Purpose Of Life(from Masnavi, A Spiritual Treasury)

Posted by Ranu

God has placed a ladder before our feet: we must climb it, step by step.

You have feet :why pretend to be lame? You have hands: why conceal the fingers that grip?

If you bear God’s burden, He will raise you up.

If you accept His commands, He will shower you with His grace and bounty.

If you seek union with Him, you will become united for evermore.

It was our Creator who led us through the stages of evolution, from the animal state to the human. His purpose was to make us intelligent and aware, so that we might know Him. MASNAVI 1V: 3646- 7

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Brideshead Revisited, Author Evelyn Waugh: Book Review by ranu

This is the second novel I read by this author. The title of the first one is, ‘The Loved One,’ I only read this one because it was in our course.

The second is, ‘Brideshead Revisited, written by the same author.’ while the first one was about the dead, thankfully this one is about the living.

Charles Ryder is the narrator of this novel. He works in the British army which he dislikes.

He and his troops reach a new camp. It’s an impressive and large estate, and is called,’Brideshead Castle.’ This is an estate owned by the Flyte family. Charles Ryder is a first year student at Oxford university. He has an older cousin Jasper, who takes the role of helping Charles. It begins with what he should eat and whom he should avoid initially.

Charles meets Sebastian Flyte, the youngest son of Lord and Lady Marchmain owner of the Brideshead estate.

Sebastian is rich and handsome. He has a teddy bear named Aloysius. He loves parties and behaves like a rock star.

Charles and Sebastian become good friends. Cousin Jasper doesn’t like Sebastian, because he mixes with the wrong crowd.

Anthony a friend of Sebastian, tells Charles about Sebastian’s family. Through him he discovers that Sebastian’s parents are separated, he has an older brother the Earl of Brideshead and is known as Bridey. He has a sister Julia and sister Cordelia. Julia is pretty and does her own thing.

Cordelia is energetic, at times she is a troublemaker. Of the four children, Sebastian is the one the family is worried about due to his excessive drinking habit.

It took me about a week to read this novel. I think one can learn a lot from reading this book. I’m not sure if I like this book, but there are parts where it teaches us humans how the world has changed.

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Book Review: Jude The Obscure, by Thomas Hardy, posted and reviewed by ranu

The story is about an orphan named Jude who dreams of studying at the university in Christminster. But his poverty shatters his ambition. His aunt who raised him wanted him to be a stone mason.

The characters in this story are Jude the orphan; Arabella the wife of Jude, Sue Bridehead cousin of Jude; and Richard Phillotson the school master.

Jude worked as a stone mason, Arabella, his wife worked in a bar before she married Jude. Sue was training to become a teacher and Phillotson was a school master.

Jude was forced to marry Arabella, which spoiled his chances to study in a university.

Sue married the school master whom she did not love.

My favourite character is Jude. He tried to please everyone but was unsuccessful. He was too nice, therefore the other characters took advantage of him.

I liked the book after I finished it. In the beginning I thought parts of it was boring.

My least favourite part in the story is when Arabella’s son, killed his half siblings.

I would certainly recommend this book to anyone who likes good novels.

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Good Bye 2021, Welcome 2022!

Another year is on its way out

Did we have fun,

I can only doubt?

COVID- 19 is still around,

Will it get tired of us humans?

I only hope we can co-operate

By wearing a mask, get fully

vaccinated and take the booster shot.

If we don’t, the virus will continue

to sit tight.

Let this be our New Year’s resolution!

Happy New Year To You All.

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My Journal

Two days ago, I went to Costco with my daughter. I did not make a list. I thought I’m only thinking of buying face cream which is twenty dollars cheaper than Shoppers Drug Mart. I do not need a list.

As I walked through the aisles, I saw things I was tempted to buy. I always believed whatever you see if you want it, you should get it. So you will not regret later.

In order to save twenty dollars on a cream, I ended up spending a lot more on buying things that I wasn’t thinking about.

I came to the conclusion, going to Costco was a mistake, especially during the Christmas holidays.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my blogger friends. Also those who read my post.

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My Journal

This morning Nature welcomed me with its favourite white snow. I kind of disliked the thought of going out to buy groceries on a day like this.

But truth be told my fridge was reminding me if I fail to replenish it. I’ll have to face hunger. Being a human who entertains herself with food, this was a choice I could not be happy with.

I wore my big coat, a cap, and winter boots, I was on my way out when I heard a voice, ‘Do not visit the supermarket without a mask, COVID 19 will have a great day infecting yet another unmasked human.’

I went back, got my mask on, and asked. ‘Yo voice is there anything else I’m forgetting?

The reply was, ‘well buy some popcorn while in the store, or else you’d feel sorry.’

Like the poem I read where the mom asked her son, ‘do not forget to buy this, this and this, all right? The boy was repeating the items every few seconds, and I repeated, ‘popcorn I must buy. Let this be the first food item I pick up.’

While the boy forgot the things he must buy, because his mind got occupied with the players on the soccer field. I suddenly noticed hot chillies on the shelf. I tossed them and turned them, then I put them in the cart. The memory of popcorn took a backseat, because those hot chillies took over.

I went from aisle to aisle. Finally I said, ‘we have enough food to last us for a few days.’

Just a few minutes ago ,my daughter said, “we forgot to buy the popcorn!”

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My Brother (Misbah-ul Islam)

My parents named him Misbah,

It’s an Arabic name,

it means light.

Like a light,

he showed us siblings the way.

Perhaps I didn’t realize,

how special he was,

Until October 27th,

he quietly passed away.

Memories of his affection,

troubles me,

what did I do for him?

My mind says nothing.

Today my mind echoes,

this is the money for

your next trip,

let’s go to the Sarees Center,

I will buy you a Saree.

And so many things.

Now I can only

pray to Almighty God,

that he will reserve a place for my,

brother in Heaven.

Goodbye my dearest brother,

may you rest in peace!

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My journal: Day Four

Our trip to Malta for teaching practice.

On our first day in the institute of education class we were told a few things to keep in mind. One was we will travel to North Wales and Malta for teaching practice. North Wales I’ve already mentioned.

Next was Malta where we will spend one month beginning in June, we the students of Teaching English As A Foreign Language, boarded the plane from Heathrow airport to Malta. We landed at the airport in the afternoon. It was a sunny and warm day. We were welcomed by a number of people from the department of education. We followed them to the airport building. There we were given addresses of places we’ll call home for the month of June.

We were separated in groups of three. I belonged to the group of Zakiah Ibrahim from Malaysia and Yukiko Adachi from Japan.

Zakiah kind of took the role of our leader. Yuki and I had no problem with this arrangement. Zakiah took the responsibility of cooking supper, I was responsible for breakfast. Yuki would be our dishwasher.

Zakiah and I were doing our job, but Yuki was not. Each morning before breakfast she’d yell out from her bed, ‘Chaman wash only the dishes we need for breakfast, the rest will be done by the women who come to clean house.’

Zakiah was unhappy, she said, ‘do not wash the dishes, we’ll drag her from bed and make her do it.’

I had a problem with this skirmish first thing in the morning, we had to be ready to go to our respective schools for teaching duty. I let it go and did not make a fuss about this.

Things went well, Yuki did not change, so I was doing double duty. I consoled myself by thinking, it’s only a month, and chances are good when we complete our studies, we will never meet again. Which is true. To see any of them I’d have to travel to Malaysia where Zakiah was from and, Yuki Japan.

Malta was the country we stayed in the capital, Valetta. It was a beautiful city. The sun shone brightly every single day of our stay there.

Going from where we lived in Valetta, all I heard is the fury of the Mediterranean sea, the waves were quite high. It was a scene I saw daily.

Then there was a little dog who barked as loud as it could every day it saw me. Since I was scared of dogs I used to walk on the other side of the street.

One day while coming back from school, I saw one of our classmates from Israel, petting the same dog, I went over and said, ‘WOW!’ this one is not barking at you.’

She said, ‘are you scared of her?’

‘Yes,’ I said.

‘This is why she barks at you, she can sense it.’

I learned something about a little animal, whose barking made me think of all kinds of things, but not how clever it was.

Someone once told me, ‘learning doesn’t stop with finishing school, it’s an ongoing lesson one learns until one leaves this amazing world.’

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