DP Daily Prompt: West End Girls

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I lived in a big city until I was twelve. I only saw girls in my school. There was a distinct difference between rich and poor. We had uniforms so the rich girls and boys had to conform.

The difference I saw then was their mode of transportation, while we rode the school bus , they came in fancy cars. Even at that young age they were conscious of their parent’s position.

We all spoke English, as it was a school where the medium of instruction was English. The teachers were nuns. I was one who observed the way the rich spoke English. Their style was unique you’d think they landed in our premises in some kind of golden chariots, and were literally afraid to interact with us. I was amused to watch them,I felt like telling them ,”Hey all you prince and princesses why don’t you go somewhere where there are more snobs like you.”

That was until I was twelve years old. After twelve the scenery changed drastically. We were in a small town. Everyone was normal. There was none of that look, “I’m better than you.”

Our aim was to see who gets better marks. No one was concerned about our attire. We all dressed in ordinary clothes. There may have been some rich kids but I couldn’t see any difference.

We tried to dress up to attend a wedding or a party, which was according to our means. Occasionally we met some women comparing their jewelry with the woman sitting next to her. That was no big deal.

I must say I felt right at home with the small town kids. They were innocent,well-behaved and used their time studying.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/18/daily-prompt-west-end-girls/

DP Daily Prompt: All About Me

All About Me:  I am a Bengali from Bangladesh. My mother tongue is Bengali. I can speak English and Urdu. I studied some French And Spanish. I cannot speak French And Spanish because I did not get a chance to practice.

I studied in an English medium school. My father believed like a building children should have a good foundation. That school was the best in the city. According to my father, going to an English medium school did not mean we should forget our mother tongue. We were expected to speak our mother tongue the moment we arrived at home. He wasn’t interested in raising snobs.This is about the languages.

Because of my father’s job we lived in different cities. In those days we only saw the places where we lived, we did not see Bangladesh,my father was not posted there. Besides he worked for the Federal Government.

My father passed away when I was twelve. My Mom did not want to stay in the city we were living then. We moved to Bangladesh. I had to study privately, the local Convent school only had up to grade six, I was in grade eight then.

I did my high school exam privately. I completed undergraduate and masters degree from Dhaka University. I studied B.ed. in Lahore and completed the education degree from Punjab University. I received a diploma in”Teaching English as a Foreign Language” from university of London,UK.

I moved to Canada after I was married. At present my residence is in the capital of Newfoundland, Canada.

I named my blog “Sabethville” in memory of my father. It means a lot to me.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/02/12/365-days-feb 12th-All About Me/

DP Daily Prompt: I Did it My Way

When I was a child my older sister always bossed me around. She’d say, I would never be educated, I was lazy, I didn’t study hard enough. Of  course compared to her I was one miserable child who skipped school when she wanted to and things like that,whereas my sister would study till 3 am every morning.  I wasn’t made with enough determination to work hard.

When I make the comparison, I must let my readers know that when I was in standard three, she was in college. I haven’t heard of any seven year old in God’s green earth studying till 3 in the morning.

As we were growing older her criticism was getting more than I could handle. Then came the time when I was required to choose a subject to do my masters degree.  I wanted to study Economics, I wasn’t hard working enough, I’d fail , it was enough for me to think about it.

“Oh, but she said, study English.”

“I said, No I won’t ” and chose History instead. I was stubborn, I didn’t appreciate her interference. When I look back I think I should have studied Philosophy. It would have been a subject,I’d truly enjoy.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/11/daily-prompt-my-way/

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Zero To Hero: Day one: Introduce yourself http://en.wordpress.com/tag/zerotohero/

I am a blogger. I started on June 12th 2012.  I like blogging it helps me improve my writing. I like writing stories that are facts and fiction. My favorite poet is Rabindranath Tagore. I love his poems and songs. I translated some of them. I am a Bengali.

My country of origin is Bangladesh. I live in North America. I am a Canadian.

I learned English in school. I studied in a convent. The teachers were Nuns. They were strict. They made sure,we spoke English in school. We paid a fine if we switched to any other language.I learned a lot from my teachers. I also studied Urdu in my school,it was one of the other language I studied. I learned to speak Urdu from the neighborhood kids.Their native language was Urdu. I spoke Bengali at home. My father would not have it any other way. According to him knowing ones mother tongue was important. I spoke three languages in the course of a day. Bengali at home, English in school and Urdu in the neighborhood.

I like listening to music, especially Tagore songs . My favorite Urdu singer is Mohammad Rafi, my favorite English singer are a few, they are :Frank Sinatra,Dean Martin, Nat king Cole And our Canadian singer Celine Dion. Her voice is beautiful.

I like watching TV when they show Jeopardy and Wheel of fortune.

My favorite tennis player is Roger Federer, my favorite ice hockey team is the Boston Bruins.

My favorite past time is writing and reading.

This in short is about myself.

NaBloPoMo Nov.20 A Story Ranu’s post https://sabethville.wordpress.com

Vow of Silence

Vow of Silence (Photo credit: MTSOfan)

This story took place in a world I was beginning to adjust myself.The people here were no different from the ones I came into contact with some years ago.

My siblings and I gradually felt comfortable. We had new schools to go to. There wasn’t much of a contrast,except the teachers’ outfit was one I hadn’t seen before. Immediately I understood this new school was somewhat unfamiliar from the one I attended before.

Each grade was called standard. I was admitted in standard two.My sister wanted to put me in standard three,but the teacher whom we were supposed to call ‘Sister’, declared I was too young for standard three.

My teacher held my hand and announced she’ll take me to my classroom.Along the way she asked me a lot of questions which I happily answered. She was pleased I was able to speak English. The teachers decided to give me a battery of tests.There were some Math. problems,questions in English and I was given a book to read. I finished all the work. The teacher corrected Math. and English. She told me she will take me to a different classroom. I got up and once again held her hand and trudged along. This was a new classroom,the  receiving teacher was happy to see me. In all this time I had no idea why I was put in a different classroom.

I went home making sure not to tell my crooked sister,my classroom had changed,I was afraid I was put in a lower standard,perhaps the tests I did was wrong. My sister told me I was in standard two.I was silent,afraid to tell her I was moved,I thought to a lower level.

Next day we were all lined up to go to our respective classrooms. When the teacher signalled the ones in standard two should follow her,I hopped from the line and I was ready to follow her. When she saw me she remarked, “not you Chaman,you are in standard three.” I was ecstatic,I must have done well in those tests I thought .Well I could not wait to go home and tell my bossy sister I was in standard three. Thus ended my first day at my new school.

DP Daily Prompt: Mix Tape Masterpiece Post By Ranu

English: Montage of various Punjab images.

English: Montage of various Punjab images. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“ALL ABOUT ME”

O listen up humanity.

Ranu is my name.

Singing is my game.

Talat,Rafi,Tagore and Celine,

These are my favorite singers.

Talat is from India and

Rafi from Punjab.

Tagore is a Bengali

And Celine speaks French.

Now that I’ve written about

my favorites,

Here is a short verse about me.

I am a Bengali,

I’ll say : aami tomaakey bhalobashi.(I love you)!

Rafi and Talat speak Urdu,

I learned this language too,

Celine speaks French,

I studied it in school.

I learned English from my teachers,

They were  strict indeed.

I had to speak English

Or  they’d make us

pay a fine.

This was a crime said the parents,

you’ll be grounded for

a week!

Naseem,Farida,and Firoza,

Beware! you  speak

English,’til your jaws ache.

Went to college, there was no excuse

English was the medium of instruction,

No difference in the university,

Mon dieu,mon dieu ,what

can I do but speak it,

my friend this is all

about me!

The tune of ‘I had a little nut tree nothing would it bear’, may be quite interesting for my lyrics about me!