In response to daily post’s prompt :Guest
There is a phrase in Bengali for guests who visit their Uncle’s House:
Here it goes ; A maternal uncle’s house is like a pot of honey
Three days later you’re kicked out.
It is believed in my original home, that one is treated well in a maternal uncle’s house, provided one doesn’t stay longer than three days. It’s just something recited in the form of a poem.
I’ve had a number of guests who visited me many times, there were some who were very considerate, but there was one who was different, he would frequently say he didn’t have the money to visit us,my husband would send him the ticket for the family of four. He was the kind of guest I had no time for. I worked hard to do what he wanted, I made special breakfast for the family, before I went to work. He wasn’t satisfied with fast food, he wanted me to cook a variety of dishes, which I did when I came at my lunch break, his spouse would tell me we’ll do the dishes don’t worry.
I’d come home at 4 pm and find the dishes in the sink. I would wash the dishes then, make tea for them. For supper he wanted an elaborate one, while his family would watch TV.
This happened to be the kind of guest I did not like.
Another guest I had was Auntie Jean, God bless her, she’d prepare lunch for me and my husband, bake her famous pies.She’d say, “Chaman you relax I’ll cook the food.”
Who wouldn’t like Auntie Jean!
Write about something that happened over the weekend as though it’s the top story on your local paper.
Over the weekend we had a guest for supper. I was the cook, I did not leave any stone unturned to make it a very successful venture.
The menu was fried beef, chicken curry, garbanzo beans cooked with potatoes, matar pilaf and a salad.
For dessert I made Gulab Jamun and served it with sweet yogurt, then the herbal tea.
The beef,chicken, garbanzo beans, rice pilaf with peas and the salad were all winners.
The dessert took the second spot because I forgot one ingredient and ended up making it again. The remake was okay but could have been better. Sometimes I fail to understand why there has to be one dish which has failure written all over it.
We had a grand time, our guest was a nice person , he enjoyed the food and we were delighted.
This was my weekend and I wouldn’t doubt it was good enough to make the headline on our local paper!
When was the last time you really stood out in a crowd? Are you comfortable in that position, or do you wish you could fade into the woodwork?
Sometimes in every one’s life there are times we stand out, whether it is excelling in school, teaching, getting married, taking part in extracurricular activities or even attending a wedding reception or a school play.
I have been to a few wedding receptions not too long ago. I attended some because I was invited by the bride’s or grooms mother.
There was one I attended which took me long hours to reach, it was the wedding of my daughter’s friend. The wedding was in Calgary, going from St. John’s to Calgary took many hours by air. I boarded the flight in the early hours of the morning, I reached Calgary at 10:00 p.m. local time.
I went the next morning to the house of the bride’s mother, all her relatives were attending the wedding, I was the only guest whom they didn’t know, I stood out in the crowd, this was the first time I did not feel awkward, I was comfortable. I did not feel the urge to hide.
There was one occasion where I wished I could fade into the woodwork. I was selected to play the part of a priest in Shakespeare’s play “Twelfth Night” I tried to convince Sr. Joseph Mary I did not want to be in the play, she insisted I have to, I had only a few words to say, I was uneasy and anxious to end my part, the audience thought I did well, I wished I’d disappear ASAP!
Three things I believe : number one is, I am a guest of this planet , while I’m here I must do everything to help mankind. How much have I done is hard to know, this much is true everyday I’m alive I must do something good even if I talk nice to my neighbor,say thank you to the mailman who delivers my mail walking miles and miles of rough weather,slippery streets, strong winds and heavy down pour. I want him /her, to know I appreciate his daily hard work.
Number two on my list is the cashier at the Supermarket. I watched the girl scanning the items and I had quite a few, I told her I know she must be tired, in reply she said,”my back is killing me.” I felt bad and wished her a nice day. I believe it is true when I say a nice word the person on the other side feels good to know someone out there sympathizes with her.
There are a lot more things that are true, since I have one more, the last one on my list is; I agree with the American who said, “You are here only for a short while, so stop and smell the roses.”
Things that I believe are false is number one: when the politician tells us he’d scratch GST.
The second thing that I believe is false is when the tailor assures me my clothes would be stitched in five days. He knows he won’t and I hope it will be done. Guess what ,he lied.
The last one is when my brother tells me he’d write a long email. I know he won’t keep his promise!!