My Post: Writing

Today I waited for the daily prompt, it’s usually posted at 9.30 am Newfoundland time, the time came and went there was no prompt, I was bored , I looked for my favorite novel to see if I can find something to write about. I did not find what I was looking for, what I unearthed was the sentence below.

” Row no more,but fasten the boat to this tree,– for I love the look of this land.”

I told myself, I must stop thinking and fasten my mind to these words, if the poet loves the look of this land, who am I to refuse. I put my mind at pause and set out to see  the land which fascinated the poet so much.

Why is this land so important, I tried to concentrate and look for something anything to catch my fancy, on and on I walked nothing mesmerized me, frustrated I continued to walk , then it occurred to me I have to change my way of thinking and get used to the poet’s way.

This is a song by Tagore about his and my  motherland, it is posted and translated by Ranu.

Translation:

My Motherland

Is a place of green fields,

and full of fragrant flowers,

It’s my birthplace.

Who can find a place like it?

She is my birthplace,

The queen of all lands.

Where else can you find,,

the beautiful sun, moon and stars?

The sweet song of the birds that puts me to sleep,

at night and wakes me up at daybreak.

Such a beautiful land you,

cannot find anywhere else.

She is the Queen of all lands.

The pleasing rivers, the rolling hills

and the gentle wind

that stirs the grain fields

like a ripple of waves,

this is my place of birth

She is my motherland,

the Queen of all lands!

I was born here and wish

to live here forever

And I hope this is where

I will take my last breath!

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WP Writing Challenge: Ice,Water,Steam

For this week’s writing challenge, take on the theme of H 20 .What does it mean to be the same thing, in different forms.

Ice,Water and steam:what it means to be the same thing in different forms.

I’ll start with “Ice” : It is useful in many ways, it helps to cool our drink on a hot day.It is a way to preserve food and keep them from spoiling, it also plays a part in some health adages such as chewing ice suggests you have some kind of nutritional deficiency which may be true.

Ice is also essential in hockey,i.e ice  hockey , during the winter there are numerous ice rinks where sports enthusiasts either practice their skating skills to get them fit for important games, or just skate for pleasure.

Ice skating is another sport where the skater learns to do jumps, double triple or quadruple to do well in competitions.

The second form according to my list is,”Water” : It is one of the most natural resources for all kinds of living things, it determines where people can live and also their quality of life.Despite the fact there is plenty of water on Earth, it is not always available when and where it’s needed.One must consider water as a finite resource which has limits and boundaries to its availability and suitability for use.

The next form is steam: Since fuel is consumed to heat water that becomes steam, the gas is valuable, it can be used for a variety of purposes.

Steaming is a great way to prepare vegetables, it is healthy because we do not need oil or any kind of fat to cook it. Unlike other cooking methods gentle heat helps vegetables keep more of their nutrients and flavor.

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DP Weekly writing Challenge: A synopsis of my memoir

I spent eleven years of my life as a happy go lucky child with very little to complain. Suddenly at age twelve  things were different, I wasn’t carefree anymore. My most important person my Dad passed away.

I with the rest of my family had to move to a place which never felt like home. My mom had difficulty making ends meet. We were scared not knowing what the future holds for us.

Suddenly instead of Dad my eldest brother took over the  family affairs. He was inexperienced, young and lacked patience which was crucial for the head of a large family.We moved from our Granpa’s village to Comilla .  We were hardly settled in our new home, when our eldest brother decided to get married. No one in the family was prepared.

To make matters worse my older brother tried his hand in business, which was completely out of his league. Within a year he lost all the money Dad left for us.

I was barely fourteen but understood what a difficult road lay before us. My second eldest brother was an accountant,he came to our rescue. Whatever he contributed wasn’t enough to meet the family’s needs. My fourth brother agreed to help out.

We were doing fine but we lost all our enthusiasm  in life, we spoke softly, we tried to focus on our studies. We believed education will bail us out of our misery.

Slowly but surely we were moving along hoping the coming days  will be brighter.

I completed my high school exam successfully. I studied four years in two different colleges. After completion I went on to do my masters degree followed by an education degree. For me the years were passing ever so slowly, I needed to work to support myself to avoid being a burden to the rest of the family members.

After completing my education I took the first job offered to me. I taught for eleven months. I then moved to the bigger city to try my luck. I got the job I wanted but was unaware there were some strings attached, the position included looking after seventy-five kids ranging in ages from five to twelve.

I found myself waking up at 5 a.m and going to bed at midnight. This took a toll on my health. I could not complain , I decided to bide my time and leave this place at the first available opportunity. It came when I received a scholarship to study in England. The administration put a number of road blocks on my way to freedom. I was able to break those barriers by my firm resolve.

I went to London for a year and, completed the diploma of ,’Teaching English as a Foreign language.”

When I came back there were jobs I could get but there was a catch none of the places had living quarters for teachers. I stayed six months at home, I was waiting to get a place to live in the city where I intended to teach. Luckily I got one but it didn’t last long because it was a girl’s college hostel and some of the students didn’t like us(other women and I)to live in the hostel, because we were not students.

There were five of us we managed to rent an apartment on the fifth floor. There was no elevator in the building, once we came back after work we never went out it was difficult to climb those stairs more than once.

After a few months I was married to a physician who lived in Montreal. I stayed with my husband’s parents in a remote village which was accessible only by boat. Seven months after my marriage I came to Montreal to join my husband.

My husband was not allowed to practice in Montreal because he was not a Canadian citizen. To be eligible to practice he’d have to wait for two more years, this was the condition only In Quebec.

Our destiny moved us to Gander, Newfoundland , fortunately my husband was able to practice there because he was an immigrant. We made Gander our home hoping to move back to Montreal after two years. A year later my husband’s boss who had promised to hand over his practice to my husband died in a highway accident. A year and a half later my husband had a myocardial infarction. After this incident we gave up the idea of moving out of Gander.

I taught In Gander for a while. My husband had health issues particularly with his heart, we decided to move to the capital because the facilities were much better.

My life after age twelve until I completed my education was the worst years of my life. It was better after I finished my education and started working.

Young people face more challenges today than me, ours was different we were not bombarded with technological advance.

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DP Challenge Weekly Writing Challenge: The Sound Of Silence

She sat in a corner of her room. Her face had no expression, yet it seemed she was deep in meditation. I sat next to her thinking she might tell me why she was so quiet, I wanted to ask her if she needed anything, she looked at me held my hand and gave me a kiss. I was afraid something bothered her but she wasn’t going to tell what it was. I never saw anyone look  so calm.

I wondered why I was so anxious to know what was going on perhaps there was nothing to tell. She was enjoying her quiet moment. Then my thought told me a different story.  Some of her siblings turned against her. She never knew what she’d done for them to treat her that way.

Rather than argue with them she decided to stay silent and keep to herself and think of things that were pleasant once upon a time. Yes I believe sometimes silence gives you piece of mind which is hard to get when you are discussing it with someone who can make things worse than better.

No wonder they say,”Silence is Golden!”

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Yeah Write # 146 “A Penny Saved is a Penny Earned”

A penny saved is a penny earned sounds like a good thing to do. But sometime it can be costly if it interferes with our health.

My classmate and I decided to visit a college friend of ours. Our intention was to hire a rickshaw to get there. It was a hot afternoon, the sun was  bright  and hot. There was no breeze. Our budget was about one hundred pennies anymore, would be too much for us.

We walked a few yards to get a rickshaw. It was  getting hard to find one. We almost walked half the distance. We saw one and stopped him. We asked how much the fare was to get to our destination. The man looked at us,he knew it was  very hot that day,he thought he could ask any amount and we’d accept,when he quoted his price we didn’t accept. We told him how much we’d like to pay ,he wouldn’t budge and went away. We had no choice we continued walking . We stopped a second one, he asked even more when we already walked three-fourth of the distance.

We declined and decided to keep walking.  We were almost close to her house, I said to my classmate, “We are  near her house, she must not know we walked all this distance.”

“Let’s hire a rickshaw now, it would be cheaper.” she said.

There were a lot of them parked where we were. They were looking for passengers.I asked what the fare would be, he asked for twenty-cents. We were delighted and happily rode the rickshaw and reached our friend’s  house. I knew we couldn’t tell her we walked most of the way, not only she wouldn’t let us forget this incidence, she’d tell all our friends how cheap we were.

Did we really save pennies we thought we would?  I doubt we did.  We had severe backache and sunburn. The lesson we learned was we must never try to save money at the cost of our health.

Filet mignon

After  eating some of the foods in London, I was not so thrilled to go to a restaurant in Montreal to have dinner. I could not decline, I was newly married and also there was a guest my husband invited for dinner. How could I spoil my husband’s excitement of tasting ‘filet mignon’ for the umpteenth time.

We were dressed up. My husband was taking us to a posh restaurant. We reached the place and were seated. My husband proudly ordered filet mignon for us . I saw the waiter bringing in a piece of meat which was served on a plate three sizes too big for the piece of meat. My husband whispered ,”You will love this, it is the most expensive piece of meat.”

Okay I thought, it doesn’t look attractive at all ,why is it so expensive?

Then it was time to start eating. I watched my husband eating, each time he sliced a piece, pure blood was gushing out. If this happened at home,I’d send it back to cook it again. I was in a restaurant, I shouldn’t think these things.

Slowly I picked up the fork and knife, to my dismay, the blood gushing out was more from my piece than my husband’s. I was completely grossed out, I was eating raw meat. I ate a quarter of it with much difficulty. I then excused myself saying I was full I couldn’t eat any more. I slid the plate to my husband and asked him to finish it. He complied with pleasure!

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DP Challenge Weekly Writing Challenge: Staring Off Into Space

Whenever there are moments I have the leisure of sitting down, I think about me. What I have accomplished.What I missed. The people I’ve met, sincere and not. My life as a whole.

I studied as much as I could given the resources I had. There was one degree I wanted to get. Some how it didn’t happen. I had all the prerequisites needed to get in,I was even selected three times. Each time there was a different reason.

When I first received a letter of acceptance for the M.Ed. course I was excited. I had taken a teaching job only few months ago. I thought no problem ,I’d resign, unfortunately my resignation was not accepted. I was in my early twenties, I thought I’ll try next year.The following year I applied and was accepted,this time I couldn’t go because I received a scholarship to study in London. I was waiting for this miracle to happen. I postponed studying M.Ed. for next year.

I was again selected to study the third time, but missed it. I was married. I couldn’t try any more . I moved out of the country to join my husband.

When I think about how many times I tried and how the circumstances were never in my favor, I take solace in thinking maybe I was never meant to do that course.

I consider myself lucky for getting the chance to go for higher studies and come out successful.

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A Day in the Life of a Tennis Racket

Wow I am tired today. My owner Roger Federer played the third round of Australian Open Grand slam Tennis tournament. Wow he was hitting hard, I felt the blows right on my string. You think he’d slow down just a tiny bit to help me gather my senses. But oh know he was tearing apart his opponent. What was his name again? Let me gather my thoughts,Oh yes, “Teymuraz Gabashvilli”, woh I had a hard time repeating his name,it’s a whole mouthful.

I feel great I helped him to win in straight sets, it was : 6/2  6/2  and 6/3. You’d think he had to get a flight out but, I reminded him Roger, “In a grand Slam you need to win seven matches to win the trophy.”

Now back to the practice court I go to help win the next one. Guys pray for me I have to endure the blows. I’d like to think my owner Roger has a chance if he plays one match at a time. He need not think of his opponents like Nadal or Murray.

I am happy he did not have to play more than three sets today, or I’d still be in pain. I have to be ready for the fourth match. Sometimes I wonder why did I choose to be tennis racket. You can hardly imagine how difficult it is to keep my owner happy!

DP weekly writing challenge contd. Shorola AKA Corolla cliff hanger part 2

Shorola was unhappy, she wondered , “why do they hate me, I wanted to be their friend, Mom you’re wrong I tried to be nice, they still dislike me, oh please  God , can you help me?”    D own came a bearded fellow  from up above.  “My dear child,what’s the matter,why are you crying?”

“No one likes me ,everyone hates me, they tease me ,they call me Corolla,my name is Shorola ,I wanted to be their friend .I brought some candy for  them .Tom the bully took them away. I have nothing to give them.”

“Okay my dear child I know why you are sad. I must tell you something. You cannot buy friendship.  I’ll try to help you,you must remember my instructions. Any mistake you make will work against you. I’ll give you three things:  1. A gold bracelet, 2. A silver bracelet ,3. An emerald bracelet.  Each one has its own magic.  I’ll also give you three pouches to put them in. The pouch with the letter G,will be for the gold bracelet, S for silver and E for emerald. Do not mix them up or all the magic will be lost. Put them in a  safe place. Don’t tell anyone about them. When you try them on, each one will tell you what they can do for you. I am not going to tell you what they can and cannot do. You have to find out yourself. I’ll show up one more time to see how you’re doing.” Suddenly he disappeared.

“But I am scared nice man, I want you to come back and help me.”  There was no answer. She thought of telling her mother about this, but he told her it wasn’t a good idea. What will I do, I am so sleepy, maybe the nice man will come in my dream and will tell me, what kind of magic the bracelets have, will he or won’t he? I’ll sleep, before I do, I’ll put my pouches in a safe place. I know I’ll put them under my mattress, no one will see them, I HOPE!

To be continued!

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DP Weekly writing challenge: Cliffhanger Shorola AKA Bitter Melon

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Her name was Shorola( innocent). It was difficult to fit her personality with her name. She did everything her own way. It cannot be counted innocent.

When she went outdoors, the kids in the neighborhood would sing, “Shorola you are a Corolla”(bitter melon).

She didn’t like the name bitter melon. It would infuriate her so much she’d start cursing.  It didn’t help,  Things were getting worse for  Shorola. She complained to her mother, it didn’t do her any good. Her mother said, “now my dear you’ve got to change your attitude, smile when you see them, play with them, be friendly, it’s not that hard”.

One day she came out of the house with a bag full of candies she thought ,  “kids like them,I’ll give them some, I’d ask them if they’d play with me.”

The kids noticed Shorola had a whole bunch of candies,they hovered around her, she asked, “Want some?”  They were surprised to see her so friendly.

One of them asked, “will you really give us some.”

“Oh yes she said, take as many as you want.”

Tom, the bully snatched the bag from her and took off. Shorola was livid she was going to teach him a lesson. She started kicking everything around her. The kids started running away and  sang , “Shorola you’re a Corolla!”

I’m not a bitter melon she  cried.

 

To be continued!