Daily Prompt : Identity

In response to daily prompt :  Identity

I went to the post office for my parcel,

The girl said it is bound  with a tassel.

She also wanted to see my identity cards,

I showed one of my Home sense cards.

‘This is not the right one I need to see,

Show me the one for which you pay a fee.’

‘Oh I see you want to see my driver’s licence,

Now I know you’re making a lot of sense!’

………………………………….. 🙂

 

 

 

 

Writing 101, Day Fifteen

Write today’s post on ideas from your list. If you don’t have any ideas to choose from , not to worry. Here are four passages you can choose from to get you going.

I’d like to use the following passage:

“Without music, life would be a mistake.”

I love music always did from my childhood. I used to sit in a corner of our house, which was always vacant, it gave me an opportunity to sing songs I learned in school.

Once I went with my older sister to her colleagues house. She didn’t know how to entertain a quiet teenager like me . She quickly got her record player and Played a song by Tagore. I fell in love with that song and listened to it thirteen times. After the thirteenth time I did not ask to continue listening, I thought she might feel I am weird.

I loved the lyrics of the song, Tagore was a magician when it came to writing lyrics. Since it is in Bengali my mother tongue. I will translate it into English.

Here is the song I copied from YouTube:

Translated by Ranu.

The title of this song is “Forever Me” or “Chiro Aami” (Bengali)

There will come a time when my footsteps will not be visible in this market,

You will not see me rowing my boat,

before this happens, I will take care of my buying and selling and will pay my dues.

You will not see me visiting this market__

You do not have to think of me, or remember me,

Do not look up at the stars and call me.

You will feel my absence when you look at my things.

My musical instrument will be covered with dust,

Thorny creepers will grow around my house,

The garden will show signs of neglect as I would not be there

to take care of the grass,

Moss and lichen will surround the pond__

I do not expect you to remember me at that time or call me.

Everything will be the same,the flute will sound the same,

Days will go on the same as today,

The wharves will be filled with boats,

The shepherds will look after the cattle and play,

The cattle will graze, life will go on as usual.

Do not remember me or call me then.

Then one bright morning who can say I won’t be there?

Of course I will, I will have a new name and new friends,

I will take part in the games as before only I will have a new identity.

I will go on forever!

………………………… 🙂

365 Writing Prompts: I pledge allegiance

Are you patriotic? What does being patriotic mean to you?

The standard dictionary definition reads,”love for one’s country.”

Stephen Nathanson (1993, 34-35) defines patriotism as involving:

1. Special affection for one’s country.

2. A sense of personal identification with the country.

3. Special concern for the well-being of the country.

4. Willingness to sacrifice to promote the country’s good.

Many think of patriotism as a natural and appropriate expression of attachment to the country in which we were born and raised and of gratitude for the benefits of life on its soil, among its people, and under its laws. They also consider patriotism an important component of our identity.

If someone asks the question,”Are you Patriotic?”

My answer is yes, how do I know I am patriotic, because I feel proud of my country, I am proud to be one of its citizens.

I am sad if my country loses in any competitive games held in the world. I pray for my country to thrive in everything. I’m concerned about its welfare. I am unhappy if someone passes negative comments about my country.

I love living in my country, I have a special affection for it!

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/365-writing-pr…dge-allegiance

 

 

porichay Introduction By Tagore Translated by Ranu

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Тагор, Рабиндранат (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The boat docked at this wharf one day

it’s speed was like the breeze of fresh spring.

You called me and asked

‘do you have an identity,

where will you go?’

I just replied,’who knows!’

The river swayed,the rope was pulled__

Alone I sat and sang a painful song of my youth.

hearing that song

young men and women  under the flowered tree

picked the red flower__

gave it to me and responded,’ he is our acquaintance.’

Nothing else,

this was my first introduction.

Then during flood-tide

the game of ripples was completed;

song of the fatigued cuckoo

brings to mind the discourse of the days gone by;

the sweet smelling flowers falling,

floating far away,

are the remains from the previous night’s merriment

English: Ebbing tide on Sango Beach (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

lacerated

insignificant.

with the pull of the ebbing tide

the boat flows away towards the ocean.

the new passengers, boys and girls

call from far away,

‘watching the evening star

who are you rowing the boat?’

I pulled the string of my sitar,

sang once more,

‘let my name be known as,

your acquaintance,

and nothing else___

let this be my last introduction.’

Writing Prompt: Karma Chameleon

Reincarnation,the rebirth of a soul in a new body. When I was in my early teens,I watched  a Bengali movie,the title was “after Death. ” I was skeptical about it,I didn’t believe there could be such a thing as reincarnation. Recently I watched another movie in Hindi,this one was also about reincarnation.My belief was shaky,I felt maybe there is some truth in it.I chose a poem of Tagore  to translate,this one was also related to the same subject.

I am pretty much convinced this is something I could do research on and post it on my blog. I have gathered some information from Dr. Ian Stevenson’s life’s work. The best known collection of scientific data that appears to provide scientific proof that reincarnation is real, is the life’s work of Dr. Ian Stevenson. Stevenson did not rely on hypnosis,he chose to collect thousands of cases of children,who remembered their past life.

One of his cases was a child from India. Her name is Swarnlata. from the time she was three, she gave enough information,to enable Dr. Stevenson to locate the family of the deceased person she remembered.She gave more than fifty specific facts that were verified.

She was born to an intellectual and prosperous family in Pradesh in India in 1948.one day she was travelling with her father past the town of Katni  it was more than hundred miles from her home.She was only three years old,she suddenly asked the driver to turn down a road  she claimed where she said was,”my house.” She said they can get a better cup of tea there than they could on the road. Soon she began to tell more about her life in Katni. Her father carefully wrote them down. She said her name was Biya Pathak and that she had two sons. She gave a detailed description of the house.She said behind her house was a girl’s school.In front there was a railway line. Everything she said was amazingly accurate.

She said Biya died of a pain in her throat,she gave the name of the doctor who treated her. She also recalled an incident at a wedding when she and her friend had difficulty finding the washroom.

When Swarnlata was ten years old her case reached Professor H.N.Bannerjee. He was an Indian researcher and a colleague of Stevenson.To verify her memory Professor Bannerjee travelled to Katni.From Swarnlata’s description,he found the house.the house was changed a bit.He found out it belonged to the Pathak family.

He interviewed the family and verified everything Swarnlata had said.The Pathaks and the Mishars did not know each other.In 1959 Biya’s son,husband and eldest brother journeyed to Chhatarpur where Swarnlata lived.To test her they did not reveal their identity or purpose of their visit.However they took nine men to accompany them to the Mishar’s home.

Swarnlata instantly recognized her brother and called him “Babu.” Not much is known about the reaction of the parties,as Dr. Stevenson only gave  the bare facts.

Swarnlata identified her son,Murli,who tried to trick her,but was not successful.The ten year old went around the room looking at each man,some she knew from her past,others she said were strangers.She recognized Chintamini Pandey,husband of Biya. She reminded Mr. Pandey that he had stolen twelve hundred rupees from Biya’s box. Pandey admitted the truth,this was something only he and his wife knew.

Again to test her, she was taken to a room full strangers and asked whom she recognized. She correctly picked her husband’s cousin. Murli further tested her by introducing her to a man he claimed was his new friend Bhola. Swarnlata could not be deceived,she immediately knew it was actually Naresh, Biya’s second son.

In the years that followed,Swarnlata regularly visited the Pathaks. The pathak brothers and Swarnlata observed the Hindu custom of Rakhi,in which the brothers and sisters annually renew their devotion to each other. The Pathaks did not believe in reincarnation but changed their views of reincarnation and accepted Swarnlata as Biya reborn.

There are reports she grew up normally,received an advance degree in Botany and got married. Once she said she wished she could return to the life of Biya.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/02/08/365-days-feb 08- karma chameleon/

I am using this post I posted on March 8th 2013 for today’s writing prompt Karma Chameleon

Ian Stevenson (Photo credit: Wikipedia)