G.O.A.T( greatest of all times)by Ranu

In men’s tennis, there is a lot of discussion about, which tennis player is the greatest of all times. In contention for this title are: Roger Federer, Rafael Nadal, and Novak Djokovic. How will they (the tennis commentators) decide who is the greatest among these three players. It seems their decision will be based on, which player among them won the most Grandslam Tennis matches.

Let us see who won the most:

Roger Federer: won eight Wimbledon Grandslam titles, One Roland Garros title, Six Australian titles, and five United States Titles. Total= 20 Grandslam Titles

Rafael Nadal: Won thirteen Roland Garros Titles, the remaining seven titles in Wimbledon, Australian, and United States Grandslams. Total= 20 Titles

Novak Djokovic: Nine Australian Titles, Two Roland Garros Titles, and nine titles in Wimbledon and United States Grandslams. Total= 20 titles

If all of them managed to win twenty Grandslam titles. Who should be called the GOAT? In my mind all three of them deserve to be called the Goat.

What do you think dear bloggers?

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Grammarly, Ranu

My writing experience with them is horrific to say the least. It seems they invited themselves to be a part of my blog. As far as I know I did not invite them.

It was a sad morning when I noticed they were trying to read my mind. I had just completed an email. I was about to write the ending, when I noticed the words already appeared before I typed them. I was annoyed, I simply wrote my own ending.

Then at the bottom of the email, there was a question, Did you like our help? Then under that : yes or no.

I promptly checked, ‘No’. It seemed they did not get the message. There was another question. Do you want some more time?

I was disgusted. I knew this was another way of earning money. I tried to let them know, ‘their service is not necessary.’

Imagine some company trying to make you, use their service to make money. I’m tired of this intrusion.

Can you bloggers let me know what I should do?

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My favourite song, posted by ranu

In Derry Vale

This is a song I learned when I was in third standard. I was a student in Presentation Convent School. I loved singing it when I was alone in the house. I’d sit on a corner of the verandah. One day I felt someone was sitting behind me, I turned around and found my sister laughing, she then told Dad I can sing. My Dad offered to pay money if I agreed to sing. I declined the offer.

I didn’t think of the lyrics then. Now I know how much our teachers(nuns) missed their home Ireland.

Sometimes I feel homesick and think of this song.

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Tagore Song

translation by ranu

Tagore Song

My days of pleasure

are gone.

The bond of days of laughter,

and sadness is broken.

I had hoped they will learn,

the songs of my heart,

but my desires disappeared

Those wonderful days.

I often dream as if they are

moving around my broken home

hoping to see something

those wonderful days of mine

Can so much pain be mere

deception.

Are all what I see is

shadows of birds?

I wonder why couldn’t

my desires float in the sky,

Those wonderful days!

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Destiny,Bengali Song: singer Hemant Kumar

Translation by Ranu

Ferryman’s complaint to destiny

O destiny, destiny,

How long will I,

paddle this boat ?

I help everyone cross over,

this river.

Who will assist me,

to cross over?

This boat is my father and mother,

It’s also my food provider.

All my life I believed,

it is my family.

Yet destiny I have,

one complaint for you.

this boat is my home,

one that provides me with,

roof on a hot day.

During the day the,

sun smiles,

and at midnight the moon.

At times whether I’m happy ,

or sad.

During the ebb and flow of tide,

I hold on to the paddle with a smile.

No one notices when

I weep or laugh.

I only want to complain to you,

How long will I continue,

to paddle my boat!

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The Best

Post by Ranu

I used to wonder what it meant, if someone said, ‘this is the best.’ It took me a while to comprehend what the exact meaning of those four words that crowded my mind, really means.

I got my chance when my husband went looking for a car he wanted to buy. He bought a magazine named ,’Consumers Report.’

My husband spent six months reading about various cars. Every now and then I’d question him, ‘hey did you find the best car?’

He’d give me a look which seemed to say, ‘Do not disturb me. It’s too complicated for you to understand.’

Then came the day when he wondered about the colour, obviously he found what he was looking for. He couldn’t decide on the colour so he asked me, ‘what do you think?’

In two seconds I said I like burgundy. From his look I knew he didn’t like my preference. He tried to make it a bit sweeter, he gave me a lot of examples why burgundy is not suitable for the climate in this country. He said because of the weather, he believes the colour lemon would be perfect. You’d be able to see it in snow or fog. I did not agree but kept my mouth shut.

Next thing I saw was a Ford Fairlane lemon colour car arriving in our parking lot. My husband was ecstatic not only he bought the best car and also his favourite colour lemon.

A month later, we got ready to move to Newfoundland. My hubby was the driver. Each mile he covered he was praising his car.

We were on Quebec highway the sunlight was gone and evening set in. It was dark and the narrow two lane highway was scary, suddenly there was a thud sound and the car’s fuel indicator turned to zero. It was a cause of worry, luckily we were near Nova Scotia, in a few minutes we found a garage. The guy at the place exclaimed your fuel indicator is bent. You must pay attention, if the indicator shows zero, it means the gasoline is half full.

Cautiously my husband drove to the ferry, which would help us get to Port Aux Basque. After arriving in Port Aux Basque, we realized there were ten more hours left to get to Gander, which was our destination.

We were taken to a hotel where we stayed for a few days. When we settled in my husband took the car to the Ford’s dealer. They could do nothing.

After five months in Gander, we had a stormy winter. My husband noticed the power steering of the car was tight in the morning. He had to turn on the ignition and wait ten minutes in the car for the steering wheel to loosen up.

Once again he took it to the dealership and the reply he got was, ‘Doc we cannot fix it.’

I could not help but remind my dearest hubby, ‘lemon is the best it is visible in snow and fog!’

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IQBAL’S PHILOSOPHY, posted by ranu

“We can achieve immortality, but only as an ever-growing ego”

According to Iqbal, one must try to heighten his/her ego to a height where even God would ask, What kind of destiny do you want? ( “In Urdu, khudi ko ker buland itna ke har taqdeer se pehle, khuda bande ko poochhe bata teri raza kia hai,” Iqbal ).

The question is how and what are the steps to achieve that goal?

Iqbal says, ‘All things are given to self-display, without the desire to self revelation life is death.’

Change is necessary, rest is impossible in this workplace of nature. Anything or anyone that doesn’t move dies, this is the secret of existence.

According to Iqbal it is never enough to achieve something and live on his/her laurels. He says, life is to make a pearl from your inner oyster. Do not borrow it from outside, take it from your inside.

If I wanted to achieve an ever-growing ego, I must avoid distraction. It leads my mind in a state of stagnation.

I bring myself to reality by reading Iqbal’s thoughts. It tells me to achieve immortality, I must have an ever-growing ego.

One cannot hope for perfection, for it has no growth. It belongs to God only. We humans must concentrate on our ever-growing ego. Perfection has no place for mankind for it has no potential for growth. I’d rather remain as a human.

Iqbal ends by saying, ‘I have no desire for a sojourn, for I die if I rest.’

I was impressed by Iqbal’s Quote, where he says, : heighten your ego to a height, where even God himself would ask you, what kind of destiny do you want.’

It was the beginning of my search for Iqbal. It’s how I joined the online course and am still fascinated by this poet and philosopher.

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A Hindi Song: Singer Lata Mangeshkar, known as the melody queen, translation by Ranu

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These nights, this season,

this laughing and making

me laugh,

you can forget me,

but do not forget

this environment.

this teasing looks,

this dizzy posture

these eyes drowned,

in dark clouds,

the quiet story

on the atmosphere’s lips,

Forget me,

but do not forget them.

In the garden,

where our story,

started,

our love and your youth,

Our warm breaths together

the threatening clouds,

the drip drop sound of the rain,

this overjoyed state,

when we lost ourselves,

You and I humming,

Do not forget these moments,

Even if you forget me!

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