In response to prompt : Bliss
To enjoy total bliss one needs to feel pain,
It’s like after a month of heat there is rain.
Happiness and sadness follow each other,
You cannot count one without the other!
…………………………….:)
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When work is a pleasure life is a joyby Maxim Gorky,posted by Ranu
When work is a pleasure, life is a joy,
when work is duty, life is slavery Maxim Gorky
Wise men and women have left their words of wisdom for us to learn from it. I thought about the first line,”when work is a pleasure, life is a joy.”
I found my work of teaching the kids a pleasure, and I felt life is a joy, those innocent kids gave me so much pleasure by their thoughtfulness, they were aware I was scared of walking on the ice, they’d come forward to help me walk on our parking lot which was always a sheet of ice in the winter.
We have long winters here where I live, I learned to depend on the kids to help me whenever our school parking lot was icy, life was a joy watching the kids extend their hands to me to safely reach the building, where can anyone find this act of kindness.
The second line made me chuckle,”when work is duty,life is slavery.”
I recall the time when my husband’s brother visited us with his family. He’d want me to make special breakfast for him and his family, he wanted me to prepare special lunch and dinner too. One day I came for lunch from school, instead of eating lunch and go back to work, I had to cook special lunch for the five of them, I didn’t have time to do the dishes because I had to go back to work. My sister-in-law said,”It’s okay Bhabi(sister-in-law) I’ll take care of the dishes.”
When I came back from work at 4 pm the dishes were left in the sink, the in-laws didn’t bother to help me wash the dishes,instead they said, “We were waiting to have a cup of tea.”
“When work is duty,life is slavery”, I completely agree. It’s my fault too, I should have made sure to let them know that they should do the dishes, I didn’t and they took advantage of me.
https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/01/25/when-work-is-a…posted-by-ranu
DP Daily Prompt: Happy Happy Joy Joy
After a winter blizzard, loss of power, cold house, craving for warmth my definition of happiness has changed.
I had the most awful experience yesterday January 4th 2014. We had a blizzard, the wind was blowing at 110 K.m/h an hour, heavy snow and to make matters worse we lost our power.
Lucky for me I had my breakfast before the power was turned off by the city. It lasted for over seven hours. The house was cold and there was danger of pipes freezing. I remember sitting in my living room trying to read. My hands were frozen in the house. I put on my gloves,it was difficult to turn the pages.
Today the power was off again for an hour and a half. They’re calling it a rolling blackout. Fortunately the sun is shining,the wind has stopped blowing and there is no snow falling. This to me is Happiness. I feel like singing out loud, Happy Happy Joy Joy. We are warm today.
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http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/05/daily-prompt-happy/
“Kabbo”(poetry) By Tagore Post and translation by Ranu
Tagore in 1879, when he was studying in England. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In this poem Tagore is telling us,no one escapes from adversity regardless of who he is.It is a process human beings have to go through,he is no exception. Through his poem entitled “Kabbo” ,which means poetry, he explains it.
O immortal poet,
Wasn’t there joy and sorrow
hope and disappointment in your life,
Just like us?
Did you not face conspiracy, hidden pain?
Were you spared from
Insult,disrespect,suspicion,
wrongful judgement?
You had moments when
you were in need of pity but were deprived.
You also had sleepless nights
heart breaks.
You kept yourself above
adversity
and wrote poems which blossomed
like the beautiful Lotus.
There was no trace of poverty
you did not let sorrow and
setback
ruin the sweetness of your poems
and presented it to us before you left!
Daily Prompt—Daily Post :Happy,Happy,Joy,Joy Posted by Ranu
Rabindranath Tagore (Photo credit: Cea.)
As human beings we cry more than we laugh,probably it’s our habit, we do not appreciate the things we get and never think about them,we tend to think it is our right and it is not that big a deal,when we receive something. So when the question arises when was the last time I was deliriously happy,I had to go inside my brain to find out.
I was requested by a friend of mine to translate Tagore’s poem. This was something I did not try,because I was not confident and also afraid I might make a mess of it.At the same time I was not ready to admit I could not do it.
I leafed through the pages of Tagore’s collection of poems and spotted one that seemed one I could dare to try:
The title is: “Remember” by Tagore
I do not have any recollection of my mother.
only when I go out to play I hear a tune ringing in my ears,
the sound mixes with my mother’s words in the middle of my game.
I wonder did my mother sing while rocking my swing___
My mother is no longer here,but she did not forget to leave her song .
I do not remember my mother.
In early morning in September the white flowers in the garden,
are swayed by the wind which spread their scent wet with dew;
why does my mother’s words echo in my mind;
perhaps my mother’s scent and the basket of flowers came into contact ,
with the scent of Pooja flowers and came to me.
I only remember my mother when I sit in the corner of my bedroom;
and I look at the sky,instantly I feel my mother is looking at me;
she left her look all over the sky to remind me of her presence.
When I completed the translation,I published it. My friend’s comment was very generous and his comment gave me the feeling,he has read the Bengali version.The truth is he is not a Bengali.Therefore I was proud and happy that my first attempt was okay.I translated it in October 2012.It was a memorable day for me,my joy knew no bounds,I was very happy after a long time.
Mother Of Bengal By Rabindranath Thakur(Tagore)
Good and Evil (Photo credit: WELS.net)
Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for literature. It is the first Nobel prize won by Asia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
O ,Mother Of Bengal let your sons experience good and bad deeds,sorrow and joy,ups and downs in life.
Let your sons be human
O most affectionate mother land__in your land of millions
Don’t keep them as innocent children any more.
Let them explore all the countries whichever is the place
make them independently find that abode.
Every step of the way you are protecting them from making small mistakes
do not restrict them and hold on to them as obedient sons.
by giving their life ,enduring pain and suffering, alone
let them distinguish between good and evil.
Take your pious,weak and peaceful sons
let them be homeless, daring and reckless.
O, my admirable mother you have kept your seven million sons,
as Bengalis_____you have failed to raise them as human beings.
Translation by Ranu
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