Writing Prompt: Morphing

Language evolves.The meaning of a word can shift over time as we use it differently–think of “Cool”,”heavy”,or even ” literally”.Today give a word an evolutionary push: give a common word a new meaning,explain it to us ,and use it in the title of your post.

Morphing the word:  “Color” or British spelling, “Colour”

Let me use the word color as the word, I’d like to give   a push. I know you will say but we know that one already, I’ve tried to think of other words, but they’re not any different,they are morphed into shreds, so my thought is to see if I can really do something with it.

Sally and Sangita were two best friends. They met each other in kindergarten, one day Sally’s mom visited their school,apparently Sally forgot to take her lunch for school, her mom was worried she took her daughter’s lunch on her way to work. She parked her car in the parking lot, and went in to her daughters classroom, she noticed her daughter was busy doing her work, sitting beside her kid was Sangita. She raised her hand to get Sally’s attention who was busy showing something to her friend. Sangita noticed this lady didn’t know who she was but could see she was trying to get Sally’s attention, she gave her friend a gentle push and pointed to the lady waiting by the door. Sally was thrilled to see her mother, she asked her teacher’s permission to go and talk to her mother.

Mom looked a bit concerned,  “what is it she asked her Mom?” 

Mom was lost in her thoughts, Sally repeated her question, her mom looked perturbed, without further delay she questioned her daughter,”who is that colored girl sitting next to you?”

“Colored she repeated, her name is Sangita , it’s not Colored, mom, Sangita is her name.” 

“Why did you think her name is colored, it’s such a weird name tell me  mom she inquired.”

Mom was in serious trouble, how can she explain to her daughter why she called her Colored.

The following weeks were troublesome for the poor mom, she tried to tell her daughter a colorful story, the daughter wasn’t satisfied, this caused a lot of tension between the mom and daughter.

Mom had no choice but to explain, while she was making up another story her face turned purple, Sally noticed immediately,she exclaimed, “Mom your face is changed to a purple color, now I know why you called Sangita, Colored, perhaps her face was changing into all different colors and you thought her name is, Colored.”

Children are innocent by nature, it is we who confuse them by our behavior.

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DP Daily Prompt: Teen Age Idol

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Who did you idolize as a teenager?Did you go crazy for the Beatles? Ga-ga over Duran Duran. In love with Justin Bieber? Did you think Elvis was the livin end?

 

My answer to the question is,”None of the above”.  I did not know any of them, maybe they are or were super talented people,but their voices did not reach me where I lived as a teenager.

Since this is a prompt about teen age idol, my answer is I was exposed to Tagore, Rafi, Talat, And Lata to name a few. 

My idol was and still is Rabindranath Tagore. His song lyrics are clearly awesome, he loved nature and wrote quite a few songs on nature and was very popular where I lived. 

His songs had a calming effect on people including me, we understood them and learned to appreciate them.

 

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DP Daily Prompt: Singing the Blues

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We all feel down from time to time. How do you combat the blues? What’s one tip you can share with others that always helps to lift your spirits?

Lately I’m feeling blue about the weather, which continues to bother me. Our winter started I’d say from late November. Almost every day it snows, if there is one good day there’ll be several stormy days. I fear about losing power,which means everything will be at a standstill, to me no power means, no internet,no warm food, no bath, no heat nothing. I picture myself counting the hours and wondering when power will be restored.

Right now we are having a windstorm why Nature is so angry I cannot tell. Yes we are responsible, we have too many vehicles on the road polluting our skies,earth and what have you.

We have garbage thrown everywhere polluting the town or city we live in. We fail to realize we are the reason our weather has changed. One positive thing that came out of this is we are learning to recycle, which could have started a while ago,but it’s a good beginning.

When I am sad I listen to my favorite songs, I read my favorite book,I talk to my kittens, who probably wonder , “What’s wrong with her, she is too nice today?” Then there is the piano I play for a few seconds and stop because the last time I played was a long time ago,I seem to have forgotten a lot of it. My best way of lifting my spirits is to get my cook books and read the delicious recipes in there, I start my preparation, soon enough I forget what bothered me in the first place.

My one tip for someone who is having a bad day,would be to advise them to open a dessert cook book and read the recipes,pretend they are going to create that wonderful cheesecake they think about from time to time and imagine eating a slice of that wonderful creation and say to themselves, “Who says I am not a good cook, look what I have created,it’s delicious!”

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DP Daily Prompt: Super Sensitive Post by Ranu

Human ear icon

Human ear icon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hmm,good question , if I were forced to give up one sense,but gain super sensitivity in another,which senses would I choose. It is truly difficult to answer.

Let me see I need my eyesight,without it would be a dull world.I’d have to give up looking at the wonders of nature,the novels of awesome writers, will be deprived of enjoying my children growing up. I’d have a hard time choosing my food.And the list goes on.It’s settled I cannot sacrifice my eyesight.

Next in line is sense of hearing. Now a days everything is so loud,it makes me feel one of these days,I’d lose this sense. Wait a minute can I give it up totally? I think not.I’d miss hearing Celine Dionnes songs,then there is my all time favourite poet Tagore’s songs,Poet Iqbal’s beautiful poetry,Songs of Rafi,Talat Mehmood,Frank Sinatra, and oh so many others. I can’t give up this sense either.

Sense of smell is very important,it warns us of impending danger. It keeps us away from foods that are not healthy.

Touch and taste have their importance, we couldn’t enjoy food if it’s not tasty. We need to touch different things to differentiate between good and bad.

I conclude here by saying I cannot sacrifice any of these senses!

DP Daily Prompt: Bookworms Post by Ranu

Nigerian farmers working in field in Middle Belt

Nigerian farmers working in field in Middle Belt (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The word I found is ‘Nature’.I did a Google image  search of the word. This is what the image is. I am looking at it.On the ground is a large piece of land.The place is quiet,there is no movement on the field.I am imagining it to be a farmland,the farmers have left after planting the crops.The division of the field into rows gives the impression.

In the background there are many large trees, in between there is a path,perhaps it is where the houses of the farmers are located. Up above there are clouds moving in warning everyone the rain is about to fall,the farmers should take cover.

It must be a welcome sight for the people,the fields are dry,water is needed to enliven the field.

Soon nature will make everything green and lively,the plants will grow,the farmers will flock to the fields to harvest the crops.They will collect their produce and keep some for themselves and sell the rest.

Then they all will have ‘Thanksgiving’ dinner . They will sit around and make plans for next year’s crop.

DP Daily Prompt: Moment of Kindness Post by Ranu

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English: Winter, 1962-63 – Snow clearance, top of Ormerod House driveway On this day it took one whole day to clear the snow from the full length of the driveway (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It was a few winters ago.We had knee-deep snow on our driveway.I got ready with my shovel to clear nature’s undue kindness.I came out and saw a girl walking in,’Hi,Mrs. Asgar’ she said,’Can I clear your driveway?’ I was taken aback,she knew I did not recognize her.She reminded me she was my former student. As I was chatting with her,five of her friends joined us,they cleared my driveway like professionals.

Not to be outdone I roasted a turkey with all the fix-ins and dessert for the girls.I knew they were university kids and  would like some home cooked meal.It was a pleasure cooking for these extremely thoughtful kids.

Only one girl knew me.The other girls were strangers. So I thought,’ Surely one good turn deserves another’.

DP Daily Prompt: Wind-powered Calculators Post by Ranu

Wind powered well in Nebraska

Wind powered well in Nebraska (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have used calculators,I love what they can do better as compared to my brain. Wind-powered calculator.? It will be incredible to have one of those. It would mean no batteries or electricity to operate them. One thing boggles my mind, how on earth will the wind replace battery or electricity? Are they going to capture the wind in a box? My brain is unable to process it. However it is up to the inventors I believe,I will sit and wait for the day when it comes out.

I find it rather intriguing,how we humans are  mismanaging the energy we have. It has come down to load shedding in developing overcrowded countries.Electricity is used sparingly. We complain why that is so, maybe we should be reminded,there was a time when there was no electricity,no switches to play with,what did we do then?

So now we have to look up and ask nature to help us. We need wind-powered technology now. We have depleted the natural resources by our overwhelming need. I wonder if it is possible to use up the wind. For now wind-powered technology is showing its head up. Since we have to go with the flow.I’ll have to bow down and say it’s a necessity. Welcome wind-powered Calculators!

Sympathy by R.Tagore translated by Ranu

‘Sympathy by R.Tagore’

It was a busy afternoon,it was the end of the day for office workers.

The streets of the city were overcrowded,

people were rushing to get home,  private cars,buses,horse drawn carts,

were all racing to get to their destination,

it seemed nature had broken the banks of the river

and the flood gates were open.

Amid this chaos and confusion the little boy of the shopkeeper,

suddenly saw a kite falling, he was eager to get it,

he darted to the street ignored the traffic,

a dreadful noise alerted everyone what happened.

The boy was run over by a vehicle,

the street shivered, loud cries were heard from the sky,

the goddess from heaven  was weeping.

I looked  and saw a  prostitute

rolling on the ground sobbing.

Good Morning by R. Tagore_ translated by Ranu

Sun

Sun (Photo credit: DBduo Photography)

Statue of Lord Shiva in Delhi Français : Statu...

Statue of Lord Shiva in Delhi Français : Statue de Shiva à Delhi (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sun Pillar

Sun Pillar (Photo credit: Axiraa)

O sun your extremely bright light

has made its way through my door;

it rang like a flash of lightning on my chest

penetrating my dream.

I was wondering shall I or shall I not wake up,

are my eyes rid of the darkness,

can I open my eyes

that are still feeling sleepy.

Right at this time,from the north-east your

horn started ringing.

It is ringing louder and louder,

between the opening of the warm clouds

there were bright lights giving off heat in the sky.

Surprised I woke up

and saw the sky red.

O goddess Durga,why are you dressed like this!

why do you have a hissing serpent  on your forehead;

what kind of music is playing from your flute

on a beautiful morning like this?

Where is the enchanting cuckoo that sings on the branches?

Where are the flowers that sprout from the hidden forest?

After a long duration suddenly the dark side of the moon has cracked__

your curved sword in the dark

has sliced the buffalo in two.

The whole world is filled with pain__

droplets of blood are falling from the sky.

Some people are waking and trembling with fear,

others are terrified in their dream.

Your servants in the cemetery

are hungry in this dark night

are moistening their lips with their tongue

at intervals they are screaming.

They should be our our guests in our homes

dancing on the courtyard,

o inhabitants open all your doors,

do not hide yourselves___

whatever you have, carry them here,

you have to give all your wares.

Do not sleep any more.

Empty everything close to your heart

and fill their dishes.

O misers, what kind of love do you have

it is all false.

On our way to the rising sun,whose voice am I hearing,

‘don’t be afraid,have no fear___

those who donate from their heart

they will not, will not lose.’

O Sun god ,I am your music

tell me how will I sing my spiritual master__

in the dance of death I will mix my music with them

and play the small drum of my heart;

with heartfelt sorrow I will fill the basket

and decorate your articles of worship.

The stunning morning is here it’s here.

In the darkness of the night, Shiva

what a roaring laughter came out of him.

Those who woke up from this destruction

are extremely happy to be alive.

I will gladly give my life o giver of life

to have your acquaintance;

I have to sound your trumpet

for giving me the courage to conquer fear.

It was good this storm

it was scattered all over,

it is good to see morning

on the lap of the lion cloud__

we will celebrate the union by lighting  fire

for being able to live through the terrible storm.

surviving the night

I am ready to meet your grace

I would rather lose everything

to have the opportunity to kneel at your feet.

Getting Lost By R. Tagore___translated by Ranu

Getting Lost

My little daughter

she heard her friends calling her

she was going down the stairs to meet them

it was dark, she was scared ,she was taking careful steps.

She was holding a small open flame, little lamp,

she was cautiously keeping the lamp from the breeze with the corner of her sari.

I was on the roof watching the sky

in the dark night in springtime was full of stars.

Suddenly I heard my daughter crying

I ran down to see her.

While going down the stairs

a sudden gust of wind extinguished her lamp.

I asked her,’What is it Bami?’

She cried from downstairs, ‘I am lost.’

On that night of spring the sky was full of stars

I went back to the roof

while watching the stars I visualized as if I was a little girl like Bami

holding the corner of my blue sari

walking  alone ever so slowly protecting the lamp.

If the lamp was put out, stopped giving light suddenly,

there will be an echo of a tearful voice from the whole sky,’I am lost.’