Song sung by Rafi posted and translated by ranu

Knowledge of religion

Is the cause of feuds

God created humans,

Man divided them into

Hindus and Muslims,

As long as a child

Is unaware of religion,

He will become a good human.

Knowledge of religion

among humans has

produced a divisive world

A newborn child cannot

be blamed as long as

he stays human

God created One universe,

Man divided it  into

Bharat and Iran

Faith does not teach hatred

It does not teach to crush the weak

A temple that has no Quran

cannot be a place of worship

A mosque without a Geeta,

Is not a place of worship

those who claim they are faithful

and pious are selling the country

They live in palaces,

they are infidels and looters

All you innocent children

you will teach humanity

to these liars and thugs!

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hindi song, posted and translated by ranu

Life is a puzzle!

What kind of riddle is life

Sometimes it makes us laugh 

and at times it makes us sad.

Sometimes our heart is unaware

Of following our dreams

One day the traveller of dreams

will leave ahead of dreams to the unknown

Those who decorated the Fair

Did so after facing sorrow and happiness

These are humans who chose silence

This is how they leave to the unknown alone,

What Kind Of Riddle Is Life!

#Shaping Your Story : Week Two

#Shaping Your Story : Week Two

The Invitation!

Friday fifteenth was Eid-al Fitr, a celebration by Muslims all over the world a day when Ramadan is over, it’s time to celebrate.

One of my friends invited me for Friday but  I could not make it so I asked the hostess if it’s all right for me to go and see her family and her mom on Saturday. She was gracious and said, ‘We’d love to see you on Saturday and we’d love you to have dinner with us.’

I was happy I’d  wish them, ‘Eid Mubarak,’ we’d  spend the evening with them.

Saturday morning I asked my daughter to drop me off at the friend’s house, she agreed but told me she couldn’t stay for dinner, she already had other plans. I said, ‘it’s all right I’ll let them know.’

Since Friday I kept thinking what will I take for the family, perhaps something from Costco, but I wasn’t quite happy taking sweet stuff.

Saturday morning I did my usual stuff like cleaning the kitchen and my room, at the same time wondering what will I wear, I kept the thought to rest and calmed myself saying, ‘I have plenty of clothes, I’ll pick one, it’s not a big deal.

In the afternoon I went to the mall with my daughter, she had some cards to buy while I waited for her. I sat on a bench and said, ‘I must take something with me, instantly I thought of Sugar Mama, a bakery store, it’ll be great to buy their impressive cupcakes for the family.’

I told Selina about my plan, she agreed it is the best gift for them.

We got out from the mall away we went to, “Sugar Mama,” picked a dozen cupcakes, before I got into the car, Selina said,  ‘Mom you better carry these on your lap I’m afraid to leave them at the back.’

On our way home for some reason I bent over to get the mail, so I won’t forget, while doing it I shook the cupcakes a bit and the ones on top had the icing ruined. My daughter was furious why I thought of the mail at that time. I remained calm thinking our hostess would forgive me for this.

We came home left the cupcakes in the porch, while I quickly washed and got ready for my prayer. When I was in the bathroom I heard the phone, immediately I had an ominous feeling that this was a call which will give me bad news. 

I shook off my negative feeling, said my prayer. I then checked who called, the number was unfamiliar,  I didn’t know if it was for me or was it a wrong number.

I picked up the receiver what I heard completely baffled me, she apologized for cancelling the invitation, said,   ‘Auntie  Uncle Rahman had a stroke, he is dead!’

I could not help thinking,   “Man Proposes God disposes,”   Mr. Rahman was a very good friend of our family!

…………………………………… 😦

 

Tagore song,posted and translated by ranu

After many translations of Tagore’s songs and poems, I finally realize, it’s not enough that I am a Bengali, and can claim I understand his poems and his songs. There’s something missing in my translation. The fact that I’m not a Philosopher, therefore I am unable to create the philosophic angle of his song lyrics. Today I’ll make an attempt, hoping I truly comprehend what Tagore is telling us.

This song is in the form of a dialogue between nature and our feelings.

Cloud says, I shall go

Night says I am leaving

Ocean says the shore is found

I do not exist

Sorrow says I stay quiet

as a sign of his feet

I say I only want to give away

I want nothing more

Earth says you have the

welcome garland

Sky says you have

thousands of lights

Love says age after age

I stay awake for you

Death says I sail your life boat!

The question is who do you think

they are talking to?

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song by hemanta posted and translated by ranu

One day I’ll disappear like the road

I will not come back like the river

Like the day my time will end

and I will never come back

Like the fallen leaves in the wind

my mind will build its nest

in a painful sky

I will disappear like the shadow

While leaving when the traveller

Looks back and thinks of the past

His heart breaks when he

thinks about the bygone days

when the light fades from my eyes

and my mind takes over

I feel this is the end

I will never come back

I came to this  world alone

and alone I must leave it

My happiness will end

It will never come back!

……………………………………… 🙂

Daily Prompt : Awkward

In response to prompt : Awkward

An Awkward Situation!

Some people deliberately put others in an awkward situation. I had the misfortune of knowing someone who enjoyed appearing out of the blue  when she was least expected.

It happened more than once. I recall the time when my aunt and I went to watch a movie in one of the movie halls in my hometown. 

I was about to enter the hall when suddenly I heard a loud voice : So this is where you are!

I turned around, there was my relative laughing, I was furious, I tried to stay calm, but she continued to embarrass me, the person at the door interrupted her: ‘Madam the movie is about to start, can you leave, please.’

Later the gatekeeper apologized and said,  ‘Who is she?’

I just said, ‘someone I know,’ and quietly walked in the theatre with my aunt.

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Daily Prompt : Thin

In response to prompt : Thin

A thin sheet of ice was the cause of her fall,

The bystanders claimed it wasn’t the reason at all.

Some thought she was too frail therefore unable to walk,

Others believed she didn’t watch and was eager to talk.

Whatever is the reason this much was clear,

She’d be bedridden for long was their only fear!

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Daily Prompt : Skewed

In response to prompt : Skewed

A Visit to See An Immunology Specialist!

My visit to the specialist is interesting indeed,

She didn’t quite decide what ails me you see,

A year’s supply of solution is given to me.

While I take it each evening to avoid  getting  sleepy

Nothing has changed since I visited her last,

It gives me a feeling I couldn’t be more skewed!

………………………………….. 🙂

 

song by hemanta mukherjee,posted and translated by ranu

 

The poet is describing the wind storm in his song. The rhythm is unbelievable.

The wild wind is blowing

The world is spinning

It’s color is changing

from golden to green

Love is in the air,

some accept and return

Others throw it away

It’s a puzzle none can grasp

The unruly wind makes one cry

and forget

the ever-changing color goes

from black to white,

there is a sudden lull

before it restarts its fury

It’s a battle of life,

You’re brave if you win

A coward if you lose

It brings bad luck,

to a whole host of people

who lose everything.

Such is its pattern!

……………………………..:)       😦

 

 

 

 

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Song by Geeta Dutt, posted and translated by Ranu

ra Sundar Sapna Beet Gaya
Main Prem Mein Sab Kuchh Haar Gayi, Bedard Zamaana Jeet Gaya
Mera Sundar Sapna Beet Gaya
Kyon Kaali Badariya Chhayi Hai, Kyon Kali Kali Muskaayi Hai (2)
Meri Prem Kahani Khatam Hui, Mere Jeevan Ka Sangeet Gaya
Mera Sundar Sapna Beet Gaya…..

Hooo Chhod Ke Jaane Waale Aa, Dil Tod Ke Jaane Waale Aa (2

Har Raat Meri Diwali Thi, Main Piya Ki Hone Waali Thi (2)
Iss Jeevan Ko Ab Aag Lage, Aag Lage
Iss Jeevan Ko Ab Aag Lage, Mujhe Chhod Ke Jeevan Meet Gaya
Mera Sundar Sapna Beet Gaya
Main Prem Mein Sab Kuchh Haar Gayi, Bedard Zamaana Jeet Gaya
Mera Sundar Sapna Beet Gaya
Mera Sundar Sapna Beet Gaya
Mera Sundar Sapna Beet Gaya!

nkhein Asuan Mein Dhoob Gayi, Dhoob Gayi
Aankhein Asuan Mein Dhoob Gayi, Hansne Ka Zamaana Beet Gaya
Mera Sundar Sapna Beet Gaya…..

Har Raat Meri Diwali Thi, Main Piya Ki Hone Waali Thi (2)
Iss Jeevan Ko Ab Aag Lage, Aag Lage
Iss Jeevan Ko Ab Aag Lage, Mujhe Chhod Ke Jeevan Meet Gaya
Mera Sundar Sapna Beet Gaya
Main Prem Mein Sab Kuchh Haar Gayi, Bedard Zamaana Jeet Gaya
Mera Sundar Sapna Beet Gaya
Mera Sundar Sapna Beet Gaya
Mera Sundar Sapna Beet Gaya!

My sweet dreams have ended,

I lost my love, the cruel world won

Why is the sky covered with black clouds

What makes the flower buds smile,

My love story came to an end

With it my life’s song ended

I’m calling my sweet heart to

come back to me

Each night was a night of celebration

Thinking we will soon tie the knot

but my dreams did not materialise

I don’t care if my life ends now

I have lost my will to live

My eyes are filled  with tears forever

My laughing days are over,

My sweet dreams have ended

The cruel world won!

……………………………… 🙂

 

 

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