Blogging 101 Day Six: Make an Irresistible “About” Page

Today’s assignment: create and publish your About page,then either adapt it into a widget on your home page or add it to your menu.

I used to wonder why I love ‘Nature’ so much until I thought of my given name “Chaman”, it means a garden. I dislike plucking the beautiful flowers around me, I know when I pulled them out from their habitation . I am killing them. They look awesome in their own habitat. Who am I to displace them, I certainly wouldn’t want someone to remove me away from my lovely abode.

I’m fond of all the colors nature presents us. I have a certain affinity with blue,in  my childhood any dress I wore had to be blue or else I would rebel if my mom tried some other color.

I was an okay student,my teachers were never worried about me but felt I’d be amazing if I could spare a few minutes of my playtime and concentrated on books. It never happened I went along on my own pace, I could not get the enthusiasm as my classmates did to be the top student in my class.

Things took a slight turn, when I became conscious I was in post graduate class, that my performance had to be better than okay. Destiny was alerting me it’s now or never as it does if one wants to change it. The lover of garden ,nature or what have you transformed into a lover of serious studies. I did not abandon nature but I spent less time strolling around to be Wordsworth. My time was limited, I could not ‘wander lonely as a cloud.’

My transformation awarded me scholarships which I was delighted to receive. I saw a part of the world which would not have been possible. I didn’t have the financial backing, my brothers helped me with my education, it would be selfish of me to ask for more support to go to England to study.

Here I am a plain human being who joined the blogging community to learn more about myself and the rest of the world!

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Tagore Song: ay pauthay ami je, posted and translated by Ranu

এ পথে আমি-যে গেছি বার বার, ভুলি নি তো এক দিনও ।
আজ কি ঘুচিল চিহ্ন তাহার, উঠিল বনের তৃণ ।।
তবু মনে মনে জানি নাই ভয়, অনুকূল বায়ু সহসা যে বয়-
চিনিব তোমায় আসিবে সময়, তুমি যে আমায় চিন ।।
একেলা যেতাম যে প্রদীপ হাতে নিবেছে তাহার শিখা ।
তবু জানি মনে তারার ভাষাতে ঠিকানা রয়েছে লিখা ।
পথের ধারেতে ফুটিল যে ফুল জানি জানি তারা ভেঙে দেবে ভুল-

I have traveled this path again and again,

Not a day have I forgotten.

Today its sign has disappeared,

Thick grass has taken its place.

In my mind I know, there is nothing to fear,

Favorable wind,blows unexpectedly-

A time will come when I will recognize you,

Because you know me.

The lamp I carried on my lonely walks

Has lost its flame.

Still my heart tells me

the stars have its address in their language.

On the side of the path the flowers that have blossomed

Will correct my mistake,

With their secret soft aroma merged in the sign.

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Blogging 101,Day Two: Take Control of Your Title and Tagline

Today’s assignment: edit your title and your tagline.

My title: Garden

Tagline: A thing of beauty lasts forever

When I edited my title and named it Garden, there were two things that crossed my mind, one is my name means “Garden.” Secondly it’s the most appropriate title I could think of . My mother once remarked, a person’s name tends to influence his/ her personality.

I do believe a thing of beauty lasts forever, although the garden loses its splendor in the winter, esp. places where the snow covers everything with its white veil, the memory lives and awaits the change of season when the gardens will once again have the opportunity to come alive with flowers, butterflies and children. Nature will  show its beauty in the form of colors.

Wikipedia image

 

 

 

 

365 Writing Posts: Say your name

Write about your first name . Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?

My first name is Chaman, it means a garden in the Urdu language. The only story I know about my name is it was suggested by my father’s very dear friend.

No I’d never think of renaming myself.

A garden always suggests something beautiful.Whenever I think of a garden, I see the images of beautiful flowers. I know there are all kinds of gardens and they all depict something awesome.

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365 Writing Prompts: The little things

The title reminds of a poem about “Little things pasted on my dresser”

This is how it begins:

A little more kindness,

A little less creed,

A little more giving,

A little less greed,

A little more smile,

A little less kicking,

A man when he’s down.

A little more  “We”,

A little less “I”,

A little more laugh,

A little less cry,

A little more flowers

on the pathway of life,

And fewer on graves,

At the end of the strife.

 

I agree with the poet!…………………………:)

 

365 Writing Prompts: Turn,turn, turn,

For many of us, winter is blooming into spring, or fall hardening into winter.Which season do you most look forward to?

Our winter is quite stubborn, the days are longer, it is April but snow continues to fall. I am not certain when spring will finally arrive. Right now the trees are bare, the grounds are covered with snow and the temperature below 8 degrees, which is quite disappointing.

The season I look forward to is summer. The weather is warm, I get to see our yard full of lovely flowers and the branches of trees covered  with beautiful leaves.

Summer is a happy season, we do not need heavy coats or warm gloves or hats and boots. Nature provides us with warm days. The aroma of barbecued chicken, hamburger, french fries fills the air.

Wherever we go we see smiling faces, it’s a nice day everyone we meet yells out loud. We get to see friendly faces.

There are nine year old kids selling drinks and some cookies, just to please and encourage them, adults buy whatever they are selling. 🙂

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https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/04/09/

 

365 Writing Prompts: History of Language

Write a piece of fiction describing the incident that gave rise to the phrase, “third time’s the charm.”

Monica had a beautiful garden, she had flowers, apples, strawberries growing in her garden,but she could not grow raspberries.

Monica thought may be the soil was not good enough, she changed it, no luck, she asked her friend, but did not get a satisfactory answer.

She was not ready to give up just yet she changed the spot and did everything to get raspberries growing in her garden, it did not help, she was ready to give up trying .

She decided one more time, this time she got in touch with a horticulturist, she explained what her problem was, he understood the problem she was going through, his reply was, “Did you try to change the seeds?”

Suddenly Monica realized she hadn’t done that, she got fresh seeds from the nursery, within a short time she saw signs of raspberries.

Well she thought , “third time’s the  charm.”

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/03/14/365-writing-pr…ry-of-language/

365 Writing Prompts: Places

Beach,mountain,forest,or somewhere else entirely?

Beach at this time of year is not a place I’d like to go.

Mountain is not a place for the same reason a beach isn’t.

Forest, cannot think of going there either.

Somewhere else maybe, where it’s not cold, no snow no cruel strong wind.

Where the sun shines everyday.

We do not have to wear heavy coats, scarves and mittens.

Where nature beckons us with open arms.

Where the grass is green and feels like velvet.

Where the colorful flowers are lined up in a row.

Where there are hamburgers and french fries,

Laid out on long tables outdoors.

Where children are laughing and playing,

And mothers are smiling and saying,

“We wish it was warm throughout the year.”

That would be the perfect place for me to visit!

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/03/02/365-writing-prompts-places

Tagore song: amar bhanga pauther posted and translated by Ranu

Whose  footprints are  imprinted

On my  dusty red  path.

The petals of her garland,

are scattered  on the path,

I know they   belong to her.

She came quietly

informed me after she left.

Alas! who else can

make me weep except her.

Whose footprints do I see

on my broken  dusty red path?

She came in early dawn,

That day, Spring  came down to earth

in her colorful attire.

The path was strewn with flowers

I waited inside  all day for some news

There was none.

Today I will go out

on the same  dusty red path,

with my torn life!

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/12/26/tagore-song-am…slated-by-ranu/

 

 

 

song by Muhammad Rafi posted and translated by Ranu

Oh God the protector of humans

listen to my painful complaint.

You have created the world in two colors

one of hope and the other hopeless,

With the boat you created storm

With union, separation

I’ve seen your compensation

I’ve lost my love

shed your tears now

Oh protector of humans.

Fire is turned to rainy season,

flowers are turned into ember

The pleasant night seems like a serpent

the stars are like stones

all my support is gone

how will I spend my life

O life giver ?

Take away my life

Oh God the protector.

The crazy sun is looking for the moon,

Morning is looking for afternoon

I’m also looking for my love

who couldn’t be mine!

Oh God praise be to you

although I’m unlucky

I have hope,

I have blister on my feet

Oh protector of humans

The palace is sad

the lanes are desolate

and the walls are quiet

my heart and my world has perished

spring is displeased with me

How will I live my life?

The fallen temples are rebuilt

Who will take care of my heart

Oh protector of humans?