Daily Prompt : Imaginary

In-response to daily post’s one-word prompt  : Imaginary

I’m dreaming of a long wide imaginary street,

On either side  eager  vendors offering a  treat.

Little kids dancing and prancing without fear,

Their parents sitting and watching them near .

Sometimes we must give our minds  much-needed break,

So that daily fear and confusions won’t keep us awake!

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Daily Prompt: Futures Past

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?

When I was eight, I became  interested to know how my siblings were learning the new language Urdu. I discovered very quickly  the teacher knew nothing about teaching. He let my siblings repeat the words in the book after him  without looking at the words in their book. On close examination  I  became aware they didn’t even know the alphabets of the language they were learning. How can anyone learn to read  without knowing the alphabets.

This was my first encounter with teaching, I didn’t think at  that time I’d  be a teacher or anything else. I had no goal in mind.

I was a happy child. I sometimes sat with my mom and watched her cooking. Once I saw my mother baking a cake, she was getting the ingredients ready while I watched her. I was so interested I asked my mom if I could bake a small cake, mom agreed , I got a round tin, measured the ingredients and baked my miniature cake.

The thought  I’d  be a professional   Chef never crossed my mind.

My only aim was to go to school, do the tasks  while I was there, come home finish my homework and go to sleep. This was my schedule in school and  college , but I changed my outlook when I stepped on the university campus.

Suddenly I began to think what was I going to do after I graduate from the university. I thought of teaching I knew I needed an  education degree  to do that. I registered in a college to get my  degree. After I got the degree I applied for a teaching job in a school  in my home town, Comilla, Bangladesh. I was lucky I got the job.I always loved children and it motivated me to be a school teacher. This is how  things worked out for me.

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365 Writing Prompts: A brand new you, effective tomorrow

Tomorrow is the first day of a brand new year. Tomorrow you get to become anyone in the world that you wish. Who are you? I you decide to stay “you” share your rationale.

I think I am happy with who I am, also my friends and relatives are quite contented with me, any kind of change would not be agreeable to them or me. After all I am doing just fine, why try to become someone I’m not.

To borrow my father’s words, “I do not want you to be upstarts, stay grounded, be proud of who you are and last but not least be proud to know your mother tongue, regardless of where you live.”

A new me will want new friends, new place to leave, new wardrobe, new vehicle, there’ll be so many unnecessary things I’ll have to accumulate and discard what I have already.

Above all I will have to have a new mind, it took me eons to develop this one.

I agree with Sir Edward Dyer(1543–1607):

My mind to me a kingdom is;

Such perfect joy therein I find

That it excels all other bliss

Which God or nature hath assign’d.

Though much I want that most would have,

Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

 

I press to bear no haughty sway,

I wish no more than may suffice,

I do no more than well I may,

Look, what I want my mind supplies.

Lo, thus I triumph like a king,

My mind content with anything.

 

My wealth is health and perfect ease,

And conscience clear my chief defence,

I never seek by bribes to please.

Nor by desert to to give offence.

Thus will I live, thus will I die,–

Would all did so as well as I!

Happy new year 2015 everyone, God bless us all!

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DP Daily Prompts: By Heart

You’re asked to recite a poem(or song lyrics) What’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it stayed, intact,in your mind?

The poem that immediately comes to my mind is one by : “A psalm of life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”

Here is the first verse:

Tell me not in mournful numbers.

Life is but an empty dream!—

For the soul is dead that slumbers.

And things are not what they seem.

It has a special meaning to me because I learned this when I was seven, my memory was really good, which is what I was told by the Nun my teacher.

I liked it also because it rhymed beautifully. Today when I think of it I like it even more because it is such a meaningful poem.

The next verse is even better:

Life is real, Life is earnest

And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

It’s truly a wonderful poem, this one will always remain intact in my mind.

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Tagore Song :akash bhara

Starry skies, world full of life,

I am surrounded by them,

This astonishing sight 

Awakens the song in my heart.

 

The surging waves,

ebb and flow of tide 

oscillates the world

My paternal affection rises

at  this astonishing sight

 and awakens the song in my heart.

 

 

On my way to the forest

my feet touches the grass,

My mind is thrilled

by the scent of flowers

 that scatter the song of happiness

This astonishing sight

Awakens the song in my heart.

 

I listen, my eyes are wide open

I pour my heart to the world

I have discovered the unknown

In my inner self

This astonishing sight 

Awakens the song in my heart!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tagore song Singer Deb Biswas Posted by Ranu

The lyrics is by Rabindranath Tagore

Letter: M

 

I recall the Moments of my life

When the Moon and sun

Did not look right!

 

What is wrong My dear

Said my Mother,”Is everything

All right, please tell Me!”

 

I’ve told you many times

Dear Mother,but you 

have only a one track Mind

 

You prefer to trust Minu

More than Me

This is My real problem

Mother please trust Me!

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DP Daily Prompt: Always something there to remind Me

I feel today’s post a day prompt is the best one so far. It gives me an opportunity to speak my mind. I listened to this song several times on YouTube this morning and yesterday.

The song gives me a nostalgic memory of my original home. What I miss. How it was when I was growing up. It is a song written by my most favorite writer Tagore and sung by favorite singer ,Hemant Kumar. And pleasantly in my language Bengali.

I have translated the best way I can. I hope the meaning will convey my thoughts.

I ask my mind

Do you know who you left behind?

I ask my mind

Do you know who you left behind?

For that reason

You couldn’t

Rest all your life

I ask my mind

Do you know who you left behind?

You have forgotten

The path you chose to leave

How will you go back?

I ask my mind

I keep my ears

Close to the river

To hear the chime of the water

My heart shivers

When I hear the rustling leaves

I feel I will find the place

If I understand the

Language of flowers

For the last time

I ask my mind

Do you know

Who you left behind

Yes the path that has followed

The evening star

My mind tells me!!

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/02/prompt-remind-me/

DP Daily Prompt: A Little Sneaky Post by Ranu

Writing prompts to me is an useful exercise and can be sneaky. Take for example, the one I did yesterday about the last song I heard.I had to pick the third line and make it my post. This required a lot of pondering on my part. I tested a few,the third line was not helping me to write anything.I did write something,I felt as if the topic was taking me where I did not want to go.

It was a question of ,’Should I skip it or attempt it?’ Then the thought why not I pick a song from a language I know and translate it. To my surprise what I came up with was amazing. I ended up writing about the dearest person in the world. Although I had to exercise my brain,mind whatever you call it, the result was heartening for me. I was able to write about my Dad.The satisfaction I got from it was tremendous.

The prompts can be a little sneaky as well.There are prompts where I wrote about myself,my likes,dislikes the whole bit. It seemed at times I was writing my autobiography unconsciously. This is the part I’d call sneaky.

To sum up I must say,I enjoy writing the prompts.If I had to think of what to write, I wouldn’t write one every day.The fact I get help is truly remarkable,sneaky or not.

DP Daily Prompt: The Glass Post by Ranu

Is the glass half empty or half full? The pessimist would pick half empty, while the optimist would choose half full. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Is the glass half -full  or half-empty: I’ve heard this expression countless times. I have read so many different idioms,which immediately brings a picture in my mind,what is it trying to tell me.This one however is slightly tricky.Here I instantly think of two individuals asking each other the question ,is it half- full or half-empty. Each one is trying to find  out where  they fit in this category.

I would like to say I’m an optimist, so to me it is half-full.I don’t go into the detail,why it is half-full. Is it because the city shut-off the water supply,only half of the glass could be filled or someone came and drank half of it.There are so many different ways of looking at it. To a pessimist it is half-empty, therefore he or she sees it as a premonition,they would believe something terrible is about to happen.

My Mom was always an optimist and she taught us to see things positively.She frequently told me it’s God’s will, whatever He does is for our benefit. We should not complain. He is taking a test,He wants to know our belief in Him. There were occasions when I only wanted half a glass of water,to me I view it as, I shouldn’t waste it if I only need part of it to quench my thirst.

My other relatives probably will question why the glass is not full. There are all kinds of examples of half-full and half-empty. What amuses me, it’s the same glass with the  same quantity of water. A critic,an optimist and a pessimist will look at this same glass of water differently.This is the beauty of a human mind we all view things differently.