If you had the opportunity to live a nomadic life, would you do it? Do you need a home base? what makes a place “home” to you?
No, I wouldn’t like to live a nomadic life if I had the opportunity.
Moving constantly changing locations,switching from one place to another, finding a place to live frequently, not knowing where I’ll rest or take a nap when I needed is not a very comforting feeling.
There’ll be a constant hassle of finding a temporary place to live, what to cook or eat,who are the people close by, are they friendly or unfriendly. If they spoke a language I did not understand would further complicate my problem.
I need a home base, I’d like to know my neighbors and have a good relationship with them. There are emergencies in our lives, like sudden illness, some of the appliances don’t work, we can get someone to take care of it.
If I’m sick I can call the doctor’s office and get an appointment to see my family physician, in contrast a nomadic life does not offer these privileges.
A home to me is a place where I have a bed to sleep at night. A place I can relax,watch TV, write my prompts, play with my pets, read a book, there are all kinds of activities I can keep myself entertained with.
What makes a blog great? What makes you follow a blog or “like” a post?
To me a great blog is one that is interesting, one that teaches me a lot, it is fluid, doesn’t use vocabulary that is too complicated,all these things in my mind is the mark of a good post. There is one blogger who keeps me interested and I always have the opportunity to write how much I enjoyed the post. He writes one a week,but it is always one that I look forward to.
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.
English: it is all about chaman. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The one person who is not reading my blog I hope is my classmate Rina. She will criticize until the ,”Cows come home”. It’s not a good thing. The world unfortunately has a mixture of the good,the bad, and the ugly.Which category does she belong,you may wonder.Let me give you some examples: She is very negative e.g when someone says,’Chaman is a nice girl’, her sister is conceited will be her reply.I know the girls were talking about me. No one knows my sister and it isn’t about her. If I say so n’ so is pretty,she’d say but she limps when she walks. These were some of the instances that bothered me. I know she will not have anything good to say about my blog. This is the way she is. Since my blog is not restricted to a few,and internet is popular all over,I won’t be surprised if she gets the opportunity to read it.