Daily Prompt: Truth or Dare

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Is it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy?

I was never disappointed when I went with the phrase, “honesty is the best policy”.

I can remember twice I went with my belief truth should triumph. The first time at age seven my classmate tore off the pages in my book, it was my homework she wanted. I could not give it to her because the school  bell  was rung for the teachers and students to assemble for prayer, I was supposed to be there for prayer before the school started.

I came back and found the pages missing from my book. I was afraid I didn’t know what to say to my teacher about the missing homework. When I was called to give my homework, I showed her my book with the missing pages and explained why they were missing. I told her my classmate asked for my homework, I was unable to give it to her because I had to run to the place where our teachers were waiting to start our daily prayer.

It was up to the teacher to believe me or my classmate, who denied tearing the pages. The teacher looked at both of us and said, “I believe Chaman.”

Then when the principal of the school where I was teaching, asked me to find out who amongst us teachers on duty forgets to turn the hall lights off before they left for lunch. I went and asked all the teachers, they all said , “we always do”. I realized then I did not know we were expected to turn off all the lights when we were on school duty before we  left for lunch, I was the one who was guilty of not turning off the lights.

The Principal was embarrassed when I told him I’m the only person who did not turn the lights off before going for lunch. I remember he looked at me, grinned and said, “no it’s not true.”

“Yes it is Mr. Hancock”,I said!

My experience asserts strongly, “Honesty is the Best Policy.”

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Daily Prompt: Forgive and Forget

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Share a story where it was very difficult for you to forgive the perpetrator for wronging you, but you did it–you forgave them.

My story is about what happened to me in school when I was seven years old. One of my classmates did not do her homework, she asked me to lend her mine, I refused, the bell was rung, I did not have enough time  as we  were required   to run to join the rest of the people for prayer.

When we came back to our classroom, the teacher asked to see our homework, I took out my exercise book and opened the page where I had done my homework, to my dismay the page was missing. When I ran for prayer my classmate stayed back and tore off the page from my book.

I was scared and did not know how I should tell the teacher, what happened. I went up to her and showed my book with the missing page. the teacher asked my classmate if she tore the page, at first she denied, when she was asked the second time she admitted tearing the page.I cannot remember if she was punished, I was happy that the teacher believed me.

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Fiction:Vindictive

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Fiction: Vindictive

Carmelita and Sarah were two girls, they lived in the same neighborhood, attended the same school and were in the same grade because they were ten years old.

Their personalities however was quite different, Carmelita was very competitive but Sarah was happy to get passing grades, you may think this cannot in any way cause any rivalry between them, how could they not be friends one may think, sadly they disliked each other, what can be the reason ?

I took them aside made no mention of their rivalry and invited them  to do something for me, “I want you to draw a picture of a dog.”

Both wanted to impress me they were busy drawing and crossing out , they didn’t show any sign of exhaustion, finally Sarah finished her picture and gave it to me, Carmelita took a few more minutes to get it done.

I went into my office posted both art work on the wall, to my surprise I noticed Sarah’s picture was much better than Carmelita’s, I walked out of my office before I opened my mouth, Carmelita yelled in a nasty voice :”Hers is better than mine, isn’t it miss!

 

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/03/13/fictionvindictive/

365 Writing Prompt: Erasure

You have the choice to erase one incident from your past, as though it never happened.What would you erase and why?

This incident took place when I was studying in “Holy Cross College”  I  my classmate and two other girls made plans to go to the movie hall to watch a movie.

We got permission from Sr. Joseph Mary our teacher, the condition was we’d have to get a chaperone to go with us . My classmate asked her aunt who agreed .

A few minutes after we got ready, the aunt informed my classmate something’s come up she won’t be able to make it. While we were thinking whether we should cancel our plan, my classmate suggested we should go. Sr. Joseph Mary doesn’t have to know.

One of the girls in our group named Hasina was somewhat of  a scatter brain, no one could really tell what her reaction can be from moment to moment.

She was asked if it was okay with her, if not she didn’t have to go. She promised she didn’t mind.

With her assurance we left the gate of the college,hired a cab and went to the movie hall to watch the movie. Everything was fine we came back happy we were able to watch the movie.

About an hour later Sr. Joseph Mary called one of the girls, she said:  I am unhappy to know you broke the rule and if Hasina hadn’t told me I would not  have known.”

One by one she called us, it was my turn she said: “Chaman I did not expect this from you, why didn’t you tell me you went to the movie without a chaperone?”

I felt I was in front of a judge who was questioning me about the crime I committed, and worst of all I did not have the decency to tell her before she found out.

I thought my voice left me with the saddest tone and tearful eyes I replied, ” I thought you’ll be angry!”

That day I realized I wish I could erase this sad incident of my life!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/03/12/365-writing-prompt-erasure/

365 Writing prompts: Release me

Tell us about the blog post you were most nervous to publish– and what it was like to to set it free.

It was the first time I had attempted to translate a poem of Tagore. I was advised by one of my classmates in the online course to translate Tagore’s poetry.

He said it because I am a Bengali and that it should be easy for me to do the work.

Over the years I have read Tagore’s poetry and picked one’s I loved because of their rhythm and the beautiful words the poet used to describe nature. I memorized them and frequently repeated them, it gave me a kind of delight I could never explain.

When I was confronted with the task of translating Tagore’s poetry into English it gave me  the jitters, I never thought in my wildest dream I was adept to try it. Rather than tell my friend I was incapable, because the hidden pride in me wouldn’t let me admit the fact.

I took out Tagore’s collection of poems, I picked one that I had recited as a child, I started translating it, it took me a long time to complete it, then the editing, reading and rereading began. I came to a point where I was tired of it.

When I was convinced I have done my best, I nervously clicked the publish button.

Then I waited to see the comment from my friend. He was very generous in his comment and I was ecstatic, I had crossed the first hurdle!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/10/20/365-writing-prompts-release-me/

 

DP Daily Prompts: On Bees And Effs

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Do you or did you ever –have a Best Friend? do you believe in the idea of one person whose friendship matters the most? Tell us a story of your BFF( or a lack thereof.

I do have a best friend, it just happened I wasn’t looking for one. I am not sure I believed in the idea of having a BFF.

I met her in the university, she enrolled a year before me in the post graduate course in History, she opted not to write the first year exam because she felt she was not prepared . She repeated the course, I met her then. By nature I’m very quiet when in a public place as in the university. My silence was mistakenly read as, ‘I am a very proud person’.

Her name is Mini, she comes from a wealthy family, in contrast my parents were not rich, my Dad was a civil servant who had a 9 to 5 job.

I am not a very social person, therefore I do not make friends easily. How she and I became friends is strange. One day she volunteered to go with me to the library, it surprised me, she didn’t strike me as someone studious. Anyway her reason was to let me know about our other classmate. Mini was one of those people who believed her classmates should share their notes with each other, it wasn’t the case with this person, she complained, I listened. She also wanted to find out what sort of a person was I, she was not disappointed I shared all of my notes.

We were room-mates also in the dormitory, we became friends, she took me to her sister’s house, she had another sister who sent cooked food for us, we were having a great time. Our friendship was stronger, I was invited by her sisters whenever they had a party. Things went well we saw each other regularly.

I had to move to Canada after I got married, we didn’t write to each other, our friendship did not end, lack of correspondence with each other drifted us apart. I do visit her when I go to Dhaka, we have long conversation, she is still as nice as she was the first time I met her!

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DP Daily Prompt: Last but Not Least

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In your imaginary award acceptance speech(yes we know you have one), who’s the very last —- —and most important —-person you thank?

This is my imaginary speech, I didn’t get the chance in real life to make a speech after I passed my master’s degree exam , the students in our university disliked the Vice chancellor, as long as he remained in office they made up their mind not to have convocation.So we missed out and got our degrees by mail.

We don’t really make a speech when we go up to receive our degrees, we thank the person who hands us the degrees and leave.

Even if we had a convocation,we wouldn’t make a speech.

My opening words would be to thank everyone who helped me to reach this far. At the very last would be my prof. who believed in me who always told me I can achieve anything I wanted if I put my mind to it. 

He was upset when I changed the group from B to C.  I’d explain why our post graduate course in History had three groups: Group A dealt with architectural history ; Group B was museum and architecture and Group C was Contemporary history.

My preference was Group B, but circumstances were not favourable, we had a very small library,male students were not interested to study about architecture and museum, all of them joined Group C to study contemporary history. My two female classmates were in favour of Group C, one of them was fortunate, her uncle had all the notes which she could use, I don’t know why the other one opted for Group C.

I was forced to join group C,I was uncomfortable going to a dark dingy library where there was only one male librarian.

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/05/12/dp-daily-prompt-4/ 

Writing Prompt: Impossible

I’ve read and heard in the past that nothing is impossible. Since this is before breakfast, the first meal after a long fasting of the whole night. It can be impossible to perform tasks that involve my brain.

Having admitted this I must congratulate me because I finished my morning prayer which takes twenty-six minutes before breakfast. For this one excuses are not going to cut it,my clock reminds me it’s prayer time, I must complete it before sunrise or I don’t get any credit. Why must I look for credit only because during the day I may have been actively gossiping about someone who is probably not even on this planet to defend himself or/herself or some old classmate or colleague who gave me a hard time while I was studying or working with them.

Then there is the odd shop owner who sold me a defective product and refused to take it back, or the gatekeeper at the mosque who snatched my water bottle,thinking everyone who visits that place is some kind of a terrorist. Imagine taking the trouble to go for pilgrimage and harassed by some doorman trying to show off his fluency in Arabic. Do I care I don’t even understand the language, does he think  he told me off ,no I’m sad to let him no, his screaming words were a bunch of rubbish which I didn’t comprehend.

Then there is the postal fellows who don’t know the difference between forward and send back to the owner.You come across so many inefficient and good for nothing people you can’t help but talk about it until the cows come home.

If you count you’ll see there are many humans spoiling my days and nights,if I talk about them it’s gossip and it is a sin my Mom told me. So I have to spend twenty-six minutes to pray before breakfast, otherwise my chances of being forgiven is a Big Zero.

What is impossible to complete before breakfast you ask?

1. writing the daily prompt.

2.writing a story.

3. doing my exercise.

4. reading my book which is saying “read me you have me for months.”

5. writing a question for the on-line course.

6.All of the above.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/03/18/365-days-march18-impossible/

DP Daily Prompt: The Guilt that Haunts Me

This incident happened when I was in college. One day my classmate Hasina asked me if I was interested to go see a movie. She said, ‘there’ll be four of us,’ her aunt had agreed to accompany us as a chaperone. I agreed, I knew Hasina’s aunt will accompany us. Sr. Joseph Mary will let us go.

On the afternoon of that day, Hasina told me her aunt was unable to go because something’s come up. I knew we’d have to cancel our plan. But she convinced us,it won’t matter we’d go without the aunt and Sr. Joseph Mary won’t find out. At that time I thought who’d tell her no one would know.  That’s where I was wrong.

We came back to our residence ,we were happy we went. Then the most unusual thing happened.  One of the girl’s decided to tell Sr. Joseph Mary we had gone to the movie without a chaperone. One by one we were summoned to her office.  When my turn came, she asked me, why didn’t I tell her.  I felt guilty, for a few minutes I couldn’t speak.  I was asked the second time, not really prepared, like a fool I said, ‘I was afraid you’d be angry.’  She said,’Chaman,I really am disappointed.’ I stood there until I was allowed to leave.

One of my friend’s Evelyn, was disgusted with the tattler. She told her she was a snake in the grass, she was trying her best to get us into trouble,while she was free because she told the truth. Had she told us that she feels guilty,she’d tell the teacher,we all would go with her,she went quietly and made us look bad in the eyes of the teacher.

Evelyn didn’t like her approach, so she told her off. She tattled again. This time Sr. Joseph Mary called us to assemble in a classroom and gave us a long lecture about honesty.

We were guilty of breaking the college rules  so was the tattler. She cleverly turned it around and came out smelling like a rose.

DP Daily Prompt: We Can Be Taught Post by Ranu

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Yes we can be taught a few things from others. I was always very shy in school.I did not make friends easily. I very seldom took the initiative of starting a conversation.This gave a wrong information to my classmates. They all thought I was very proud.

Once my classmate wanted to go to the public library with me. I was surprised. She never went to any library. I agreed. We went to the library.When we sat down with our books,she said, ‘ Chaman I want to tell you something’,I gave her a puzzled look. She continued,’Because you do not talk to anyone we all think you are a very conceited person,I even said on one occasion who does she think she is?’

I was shocked to hear this. I was thinking in my mind, ‘Why will they judge me like that?’ It is perhaps human nature to make their own conclusion without knowing a person.Then in London another classmate of mine remarked, ‘Sabeth ,you will never have enemies’,I asked him why? He said, ‘You hardly talk’. I replied, ‘You’ll be surprised’. I had to explain my experience in the university.

Some think I am quiet because I am proud. Others think I will never have enemies,I hardly speak. So from this it taught me two things,not everyone thinks I am vain. It also says people make up their mind without knowing someone.