Writing Prompt: No, thanks

I wouldn’t like to visit Timbukto, it is supposed to be any remote outlandish place in a faraway country.

I don’t want to end up in a place which no one knows about. There may not be places to see or if there is any ,transportation may not be adequate.

The language might be difficult to understand. Perhaps people are unfriendly they may not want me there.

I am selfish I want to go somewhere I can stay in a comfortable place,eat food that I recognize, talk to people who understand me. Timbukto will be completely different and I am afraid to try new things.

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DP Daily Prompt: A Brand New You, Effective Tomorrow

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I  thought of all the great people  I can pretend to be. I do not get as much satisfaction as being me. I know me,I do not need to do research to find out who I am. I am well aware of the fact, I am not as important as personalities I can pretend to be.  To me if I cannot want to be me ,there is something  wrong.

So here I am, I’ve decided to write about myself . I came from a big family.  I had eight brothers and three sisters. The number has decreased. Now I have four brothers and two sisters.  We were a very happy family. My father was a senior officer in the government.My mother was a house wife. Cooking delicious food was her main occupation. She had to ,we the children and my father included were very fussy about food. We had our preferences. It was not easy for my mother to keep all of us happy.

My father had some basic rules, i.e.,  we must speak our mother tongue at home. We were encouraged to learn as many languages possible, but mother tongue was a priority.

In the neighborhood we spoke a different language to communicate with the kids. In school it was English. We were warned by our teachers who were nuns. English was the only language we were allowed to speak. For every word we spoke other than English we had to pay a fine.  It was not that much, but here is the trick ,we had to ask Mom,automatically Mom would find out we broke some rule in school,so we were punished I call this double whammy.

I lost my father when I was twelve years old.  I didn’t think it was permanent,Dad would come back. I was naive, a twelve year old today knows more about the facts of life than I did when I was that age.

My mom decided our stay in that city was over we have to move to Bangladesh. We packed our stuff and left the only city we knew well.

Then came all sorts of problems financially . My father left a lot of money,my inexperienced eldest brother decided to invest the money in business. Within a year he lost all my Dad’s savings. Luckily my two other brothers helped us with our education.

One thing we all learned fast was we have to be educated. I studied with the intention of getting a master’s degree. It was a pretty lofty ideal for a fourteen year old. My big sister was always on my face reminding me I was never going to do well in education. I do not study hard enough, she would say.

Things worked out for me I did get that elusive  masters degree and also one more.

After completing my education,I taught in a few schools.  In between my job I got married and had children of my own. I sometimes wonder how my mother could cope with twelve children. I haven’t been able to cope with three, they have a mind of their own. They do not mind ditching you when things don’t go their way.

I must admit I have nothing to complain about how I dealt with my life,given the fact,I had a husband and three children who needed my attention. I have done that .

Now I am in a position to please myself. I blog, study, try to write some stories. I am my own boss and I like it.  This was in short my story. I thought I know all about me and how I got where I am. There is no need to be someone else. It wouldn’t be natural.

Another brand New Year will begin tomorrow. I’ll try to repeat what I have done in 2013. Maybe I’d find some opportunities to improve my writing.

DP Daily Prompt: 2100 post by Ranu

Imagine There's No Hunger    -  Strawberry Fie...

Imagine There’s No Hunger – Strawberry Fields – Central Park, NYC (Photo credit: asterix611)

The population of the world is assimilating faster than we can say,”BOO”.  Everything from food,clothing,eating habits , interaction is happily adopted by the people of the universe. It is a very good sign.

Only a fraction of the world population,if at all will be ignorant. People will recognize each other. The color will no longer be a hindrance for making friends.This is already in the air.

In 2100, I can imagine how changed the world will be. In  eighty seven years the change will be phenomenal. John  Lennon’s song,” Imagine” will top the charts.

In that world there will be one language.I have named it, ” SHEMAPI’. I have taken the first letter of the seven most spoken languages in order of population.

There will be   One religion and no government,there won’t be any need. Farmers will grow and enjoy their crops,no one will take away anything. Poverty will be wiped out. No crooks will make the lives of people miserable. There’ll be no distinction between men and women.

Allama Iqbal’s Marghdeen will come into fruition! This is how I see the world in 2100.

DP Daily Prompt: Stranger in a strange land Post by Ranu

Llanberis station

Llanberis station (Photo credit: James E. Petts)

Llanberis Castle

Llanberis Castle (Photo credit: Draig)

When I am in a strange land,I am fascinated by their dress,their language and architecture. I am not fussy about their food.I only stick to the food I know. I am always concerned about different types of food. The ingredients,how it is cooked and what it is, especially when it is meat. I have no problem with any kind of fish or vegetables. I do not spend too much time thinking of  the varieties available.I am quite happy to have a burger and move on.

I love watching people wearing their traditional dress,their language and their interaction with strangers. I had a first hand experience when I went to Llanberis for teaching practice.The Welsh are a very friendly bunch of people.Sometimes we spoke to them pretty much using sign language. They do speak English, some don’t.They were the ones I had fun with. We communicated with them despite our lack of knowledge of their language. The children in school were happy to see us. We taught them English.I found them very cooperative.

We saw some old buildings there.Our two week stay there was very productive.

DP Daily Prompt: Tourist Trap Post by Ranu

Olympic Stadium

Olympic Stadium (Photo credit: caribb)

At the moment my dream destination is Athens, Greece. We have very good friends in Athens. Maria’s husband Demetrios is a physician. He worked in Newfoundland, for  a few years. He moved back to his native country. We exchange Christmas cards,every year. Their daughter writes to me,Maria says she has difficulty with English. Her daughter kindly writes about the family. I am anxious to see them in their familiar surroundings.

I am also keen on taking this trip,because I studied Greek History and am curious to see the places,I’ve read about. The Olympic stadium would be fascinating to see. I have no knowledge of the language,I’m sure I’ll get help from Maria’s kids. It will be fabulous to visit some of the places where Alexander the great moved around.

About Me; continued post Ranu

A map of the languages spoken in Bangladesh, i...

A map of the languages spoken in Bangladesh, in English. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was happy to be in a girls college. No one there to tease me or make fun of me. We can look for a perfect world,sadly that doesn’t exist. I tell myself,’What’s wrong now,you got what you wanted’? Yes I did. but this is just a different problem. One of the girls who happens to be from my home town ,made life impossible for me. She always said something negative,if I said anything.I was fed up with her.She happened to be my mother’s distant relative,which didn’t help.

This college was run by American nuns.They were very strict,one of the teachers Sr. Joseph Mary,would come up to our dormitories, to make sure our beds were made,also we weren’t allowed to sit on the bed.We were provided with small stools made of wicker,which is called ,’Mora’ in Bengali. Bedtime had to be strictly observed,lights were out at 10.30 pm. It was not a problem for me, I always went to bed at 10.00 pm.

Our principal was Sr. Augustine Marie, she wanted us to study every waking moment or else she would call a meeting and take us to task. In the evening we all had to assemble in the library and study.One evening we heard a noise,before I could think what it was, all the girls ran out of the library,I was not far behind. We left our sandals and ran bare feet,screaming,sister,sister,there were thirty-three of us, you can imagine the noise we made.Sister Augustine Marie went straight to the library to investigate.She found nothing ,but our sandals scattered in the library.The face she made when she came out was priceless! Despite our fear, we would have burst out laughing. But this was the principal we dare not make fun of her or she would send us packing!

More later!

Daily Post: Six impossible things I believe in posted by Ranu

Peace on Earth

Peace on Earth (Photo credit: █ Slices of Light █▀ ▀ ▀)

Here are the six impossible things I believe in: 1. Everyone will speak the same language,if this happens language will not be an issue.

2. Poverty will be erased from the face of this earth,result would be, there will be no beggars,no thieves,no one hungry for food it will be a world of peace and tranquility for us all.

3.The end of wars: there will be no need to build weapons of mass destruction,we all will be safe.There will be peace everywhere.

4. Truth will triumph:  The word lie will be erased from the dictionaries.

5. Christmas will be celebrated every month.

6. The whole world will be one country.

These are my six impossible things I believe in.

Malta ( another one from memory lane) Posted by Ranu

Mediterranean Sea, on the coast of Malta (Sliema)

Mediterranean Sea, on the coast of Malta (Sliema) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Arrivals lounge for the Malta International Ai...

Arrivals lounge for the Malta International Airport. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Flag of Malta

Flag of Malta (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Valletta - Malta

Valletta – Malta (Photo credit: Ploync)

Mediterranean Sea

Mediterranean Sea (Photo credit: AudreyH)

Coat of arms of Malta.

Coat of arms of Malta. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Malta is a group of islands in the Mediterranean sea.The terrain is low and rocky with coastal cliffs.

Malta ,in the heart of the Mediterranean is a melting pot of civilisations with a history stretching

back thousands of years. The country has been inhabited since around 5200 B.C.a significant prehistoric

civilisation existed on the islands prior to the arrival of the Phoenicians, who named the main island Malat,

meaning ‘Safe Haven.’ Later the islands were for centuries the seat of the ,’Knights of the Hospital of St. John’

and then part of the British Empire.Malta became independent in 1964.

The national language is Maltese,which is part of the Semitic language family that includes Arabic.English is also

recognised  as an official language, and many Maltese speak Italian. The capital of Malta is Valetta. At the crossroads

of the Mediterranean, half-way between Europe and North Africa lies the Maltese archipelago, consisting of three main

islands, Malta(the largest) Gozo and Comino. Gozo the second largest is more rural,characterized by fishing ,tourism

and agriculture,Comino is largely uninhabited.

We arrived in Malta from Heathrow,London.We represented twenty-three different countries. We were received by Maltese officials. Later we were taken to apartments rented for us by our university.I shared the apartment with two students,one was from Malaysia and the other was from Japan,Zakiah Ibrahim,Yukiko Adachi and Chaman. We went to three different schools for our teaching practice.

I loved the children I taught. We stayed in school for the whole day.We came back late afternoon. Zakiah took over as the boss.Our duties were divided by her. I was in charge of breakfast,we had lunch in our respective schools,Zakiah was in charge of supper. Yuki did not have to cook. she was given the duty of washing the dishes after supper.

She was a lovely person,when it came to doing the dishes,she left it for later. In the morning I would wake up and find the dishes in the sink.I had no choice but to wash them.Yuki would in a drowsy tone apologize and say:’ Chaman just wash enough for breakfast.’I washed them all and this is the way it went. Zakiah reminded Yuki of her duty,it didn’t matter,she in her sweet Japanese accent would apologize and promise to take care of her duty.Nothing changed,she continued to be in her land of dreams, while Zakiah and I took care of the rest.We spent a month teaching and sight-seeing whenever possible.The weather in the month of June was fabulous,it was a treat for us.Let me tell you London wasn’t great as far as the weather goes.

Courthouse, Valletta, Malta

Courthouse, Valletta, Malta (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lower Barracca Gardens, Valletta, Malta

Lower Barracca Gardens, Valletta, Malta (Photo credit: Wikipedia)