A story

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One night I had a strange dream. I was unable to figure out why I had this dream. I became restless and decided my mom will know the reason.

I looked for her, she was busy with her daily cooking. ‘I said, ‘Ma stop your cooking ; I want you to interpret my dream right now.’

She looked at me and replied, ‘listen Ranu, whatever it is, has to wait. I cannot ruin what I’m doing. You must know if the food is not cooked on time, your siblings would want to eat me. I do not want to take a chance.’

I was bothered by this and thought, perhaps I must ask the scientists to invent a pill. It would certainly help me, mom wouldn’t be a slave of the kitchen and I can relate all my dreams to her. Mom would be at liberty to interpret my dreams.

After completing her kitchen duty. She yelled out, ‘Ranu what did you dream?’

I said, ‘you took so long I forgot.’

‘Good,’ mom said, ‘you must not relate your dreams to anyone.’

‘Why? ‘ I said.

She said, ‘if someone interprets your dream and tells you be careful you’ll be in trouble. It will happen. Always one should interpret any dream as it’s very good.’

That holy dream___that holy dream,

While all the world were chiding,

Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,

A lonely spirit guiding.______ Edgar Alan Poe

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Iqbal The Poet

I read the following lines written by Iqbal and wondered what exactly does he mean?

Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqdeer se pehle

Khuda bandey se khud poochta hai, bata teri raza kia hai

Translation given is: The more humble one becomes, God would have to ask the human. What is your opinion about this?

The first word Khudi means Self. The poet tells us to raise our self to new heights The self height is achieved by being humble and developing love for all.

The lower one goes in being humble, the higher he/she will rise in success.

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Life Lesson: Buddha

Loneliness is better than bad company.

“Standing Alone Doesn’t Mean You Are Alone

It Means You are strong enough

To handle things

All by yourself.”

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No matter how alone

You think you are

God is just a

Prayer Away.

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Choose Solitude

Not Loneliness

Loneliness Expresses the pain of being alone

Solitude Expresses the glory of being alone

” People think being alone

Makes you lonely.

But I don’t think it’s true,

Being surrounded by

The wrong people is the

Loneliest thing in the world.”

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My House To Me

If it aint broke complain not don’t fix it,

If the knob gives trouble change it.

There are many things to talk about,

Stop concentrating on my defects

It could have been worse not better

Life has its up and down think hard

It’s the same with me I kid you not

So be happy with what you’ve got!

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Tagore’s song lyrics, translated by ranu

The blue morning star questions me,

How much longer will you take

to find your direction?

I could not answer the question,

I spent my life looking for direction.

Someone out of love created a light,

Which helped me see after the sun set.

While following my shadow,

I realized you and I are lost.

I do not look for the right path,

The path is looking for me.

my mind understands without knowing.

Everything around me is

going and coming.

I’m thirsty like the stagnant stream.

The blue morning star questions me.

I wish I was allowed to embed the song.

If you are interested you can find the song on YouTube:

The first line is: amai proshno kore neel dhrubotara.

365 days: an epic poem

Goodbye dear Delhi

A to Z

All you children wake up we’ll leave today,

Bags packed before clouds darken sun’s ray.

Cautiously mom completes her cooking,

Danger seems imminent as we were looking.

Evil sights were visible at our front door,

Friends called out, you can’t wait anymore.

Goodbye dear Delhi we softly whispered,

Hey loot this house , man in bicycle uttered.

I was terrified thinking they’ll kill us,

Just like statues we showed no emotion,

Karma can’t be the reason for our condition.

Lord knows how far is my Dad’s office,

Man is making us suffer we have no choice.

Never did we dream one day we’ll be outsiders,

O creatures of God our feet are sore with blisters.

Please let us rest and allow us to hire some taxis,

Quietly we’ll leave this place it’s our promise.

Rest assured we will have good memories of Delhi,

Sadly we’ll leave our abode of several years,

To those who will replace us to you our cheers.

Unable we are to welcome what’s waiting for us,

Vast open land will separate us from our city.

Woe to those who are responsible for this break,

Xylophone alone will never cure our heartache.

Year will pass, nothing will standstill we know,

Zip your tongue mom says and let us go!

William Sisters: Venus and Serena, the best tennis players

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World’s best tennis players

Tennis is the only sport I love to watch on TV. I started watching the sport when Chris Evert and Martina were the super stars.

With time younger players took charge such as Steffi Graf and Monica Seles. Monica’s tennis life was cut short by a crazy man. Steffi continued to play and after winning twenty two grand slam championships she called it quits.

After Steffi and Monica there were a few good players, but the eyes of the world was focused on, ‘The Williams Sisters.’

How these two sisters entered the famous courts of Australia, Roland Garros, Wimbledon and the United States Open is amazing. Their father one day watched a tennis match, where the champion received thirty thousand dollars. He instantly made up his mind to teach his two daughters how to play tennis.

The girls were doing well. Dad decided to enter them in tennis tournaments, when they were old enough.

When they started their hair tied with beads got unnecessary attention. They were even fined when some of the beads broke loose from their hair and adorned the tennis court. The commentators and the crowd were not being nice.

These two sisters were winning match after match but the accolades were few and far between. Why were they treated so roughly, the only thing comes to mind was they were not like the European, or even the American players, their complexion was not light, it was dark.

Does it make a difference, it seems yes. These two sisters and their parents, helped them the best they can be; they did not disappoint their parents or everyone else who watched their skill.

There are four Grand-Slam tournaments in tennis in a year. The two sisters started winning most of them. Suddenly everyone started rooting for them.

Today it’s fair to say that these two sisters combined have won the most Grand Slam tournaments.

When I started watching them my favourite was Monica. After her I had no one who was my favourite . After years of watching these two sisters, I came to the conclusion, they are in my mind the best tennis players that ever stepped the courts of the world.

I think the credit goes to the father, who worked hard to make his daughters the best players in the world. Kudos to you Richard Williams.

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365 days: Stranger in a strange land

I always dreamed of visiting London some day, when I was fortunate enough to win a scholarship to study in London University’s school of education, I was delighted . My residence for the year was in William Goodenough House.

As far as food goes I had a difficult time eating anything in the cafeteria, the food had a strange smell. I spent days without eating anything. Finally I bought some food and cooked in the small cooker we had.

My brother lived in London, he noticed I was losing weight, which scared him. He wanted me to stay in his apartment. I could not because the university was too far from where he lived.

I loved the city and visited some of the famous buildings, One of them was Madame Tussauds. I remember climbing the stairs, in the corner I saw two cops. Honestly I thought they were real people, I stopped and was about to ask something, when I heard a loud laughter behind me. ‘these are wax figures, they are not real. I was embarrassed and quietly walked up the stairs, and looked at everything around me.

I also visited the British Museum library. My friend wanted to look up something in the library. We had to get a library card. The librarian asked me why I was there. I just smiled, he then said, ‘O you are here with your friend.’

He gave me a card too. I watched the people in the library, they were so quiet, I was afraid to walk, for fear I will disturb their concentration.

I enjoyed travelling in the tube train, it’s so fast. I had a map which served as a guide if I wanted to visit somewhere other than the university.

I loved the city, there was so much to see and learn. Food was the only thing I did not enjoy.

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British Museum Library

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