Tagore song: anek diner amaar je gaan

When my long ago song

comes back to me

I ask what kind of wind

makes it roam around repeatedly

The flower that left everything behind

Where did it find its scent

Where hope is lost

By which tune were you   able to awaken it?

The one who  lost its dwelling place

Your tune became its residence

One whose parting has no end

Your tune gives it the language of union

One whose tears are dried

Your tune brings it tears

You are the vehicle of its forgotten days

In the language of dreams in the distant skies!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreams posted by Ranu

Today’s writing prompt was write a post about how far we traveled from our home. I’ve already done this in July 2014. Instead of repeating the same post I’ve decided to write about dreams and the confusing dream I had recently.

Dreams mainly occur in the rapid eye movement(REM) stage of sleep– when brain activity is high and resembles that of being awake. Rem sleep is revealed  ,by continuous movements of the eyes during sleep.

People are more likely to remember the dream if they are awakened during the Rem phase.

A few days ago I dreamed I had an interview for a job, I was thinking whether I should go to the interview, suddenly in my dream I made up my mind to go. It seemed to me it  was not too far from my home.

On my way I stopped at an unknown house and asked two little kids whom I had never known if they’d like to go with me   Strangely enough they agreed .Three of us were walking, without knowing where we were going, the kids were following me, they didn’t ask any questions.

In my mind I knew where it was and I was walking,  where I thought it was, was in Gander where I used to live.

We stopped and went into a house to ask for help, one of the men whom I never met offered to take us there in his wooden car. We got in as he was driving along I saw a building, I quickly exclaimed, “that’s Bait ul Mukarram, I know now which way we should go!”

Then in my dream I was thinking, it doesn’t make sense, ‘Bait-ul Mukarram’ is in Dhaka, Bangladesh, how can I be there, I live in Canada?

I was disoriented, I could not think anymore, I opened my eyes and found me in my bed, I was trying to think what the name of my street was.

Why I dreamed all this I have no idea, unless it was the effect of the flu’ shot I had a day ago.

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DP Daily Prompt: Freudian Flips

Do you remember a recent dream you had?Or an older one that stayed vivid in your mind? Today you are your own Freud: Tell us the dream, then interpret it for us ! Feel free to be as serious or humorous as you see fit, or invent a dream if you don’t remember a real one.

Many decades ago there was a girl who had dreams that sometimes frightened her and  at other times answered the questions  she wondered about in a dream.

The girl’s name was ‘Mollika’ meaning  flower  in English. For a few months she was disturbed by the fact that her sister  Shilpi  was keeping all the money she was told to divide between all the siblings. 

Here is what the brother told her, “Shilpi” you are the beneficiary of my will, after my death please divide the money among the siblings.”

Shilpi promised she would. She told her older sister about the conversation with the brother and let her know she did not want to divide the money ,the older sister agreed  to protect her.

The brother died, it was a huge amount of money, Shilpi was in no mood to divide it,she wanted all of it. The older sister was happy to get her share.

Mollika the sister who knew the story told the siblings about the brother’s death wish. All of them wanted their share, Shilpi brushed it off by saying Mollika was lying.

One day Mollika dreamt her brother came to her house, she asked him where he was, he said he had to go to the doctor because of stomach issues. Mollika asked him what he had told Shilpi about the life insurance  money, he smiled and said, “I told her to divide it between the siblings”.

Mollika was happy to know it, she thought at least they won’t call her a liar. She related her dream but the two sisters made fun of her and told the people involved that Mollika was a liar.

My interpretation of this dream is the brother visited Mollika to let her know she was telling the truth, and hoped evil Shilpi would be afraid and would do as she was told.

 

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DP Daily Prompt: Sweet Dreams( Are made of…

Sweet dreams are made of sugar and spice and everything nice. I have day dreams, which gives me great pleasure if they turn out as I want them to be.

There was a time I dreamed about living in a country other than my own. The political situation,the constant worry of living in a place with fear, was diminishing my  patriotic spirit to a point where I was having nightmares, I was looking for an opportunity to get out and live somewhere I could live in peace.

The opportunity although some might call weird I grabbed it. Now what was grand about it, I married a man who lived in North America, who  had a decent job. That meant I won’t starve, there won’t be general strikes, procession by students, or someone robbing us.

It was a beautiful city, I met a lady soon after I came. She and I became good friends,each morning we went for long walks  to get fresh air and also much needed exercise.

I watched the first snowstorm which paralyzed the city. It was not as bad as frequent strikes and turmoil in my native land.

People were friendly, my husband’s boss was a delightful gentleman. When he heard I intended to learn driving he very gently told me not to practice on his street.

There were a lot of new places to see and enjoy. I relished living in a country other than my own.

A year later we moved to a different province,my husband got a job in a small town of ten thousand people. I was lucky I was hired to teach in a local elementary school.

It was not all rosy, a colleague of mine was jealous when she found out my salary was higher than hers. She was never nice to me. I carried out my duties the best way I knew. The kids were excited to have me as a teacher. I had long hair, I wore a sari to school, I was different. The other children had  Mrs Hill, Mrs. Fogarty, Mrs. Bluebell and so on.

I was Mrs. Nasheman, they had a bit of trouble pronouncing it , the unique name made them happy. If you ever teach kids you’ll find out how unique they themselves are.

My dream is fulfilled I am so happy!

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DP Daily Prompt: On The Edge Post by Ranu

“To be successful at reading comprehension, students need to …” (Photo credit: Ken Whytock)

I have neglected to finish reading my books. To keep me from thinking about it every moment of the day,I have picked up,”Paulo Coelho’s Eleven minutes again”. This time I intend to fulfill my obligation. I hope my habit of procrastination will not block my intention.

Waiting in line to get my reading on an even keel are: Tagore,Coelho,Michael Ondaatje. I was almost tempted to add one more new author on the list,when a voice told me to get the ones I have, completed before I increase the number of authors. I will have to stay away from the book stores,  how long I do not know myself.

For now I’ll read the ones I possess. I am afraid they’ll show up in my dreams as monsters ready to imprison me for this heinous crime. Did I mention I started reading one already?