Mindandlifematters, Limerick Challenge,Week 5: Pain

Limerick Challenge, Week 5 : Pain

A traveler carrying a heavy load,

Was bitten by a dog on the road.

The pain made him moan,

As he heard his daughter groan:

“Daddy, you should’ve poked him with a goad!”

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Daily Prompt: Doubters Alert

What commonly accepted truth (or “truth”) do you think is wrong, or at least seriously  doubt? Why?

I would think if someone is guilty of a crime, he/ she will be a criminal forever.This I believe  is a commonly accepted truth.

Iqbal the poet and Philosopher explains how Man possesses the capacity to change, ‘Evil into Good.’

To begin with , we have to recognize that every great religious system starts with certain presuppositions, concerning the nature of Man and the Universe:

1.In Buddhism : it is believed : There is pain in Nature: and Man regarded as an individual , is Evil.

2. Christianity: There is Sin in Nature; and the taint of Sin natural to Man.

3. Zoroastrianism: There is struggle in Nature; Man is the mixture of struggling forces,and is free to range himself on the side of the powers of Good which shall eventually prevail.

The questions now are :1. What is the Muslim view of the Universe and Man; 2. What is the system?

We know Sin, Pain,and Sorrow are constantly mentioned in the Quran.The truth is Islam looks upon the Universe as a reality, consequently recognizes as reality all that is in it.

Sin ,Pain,Sorrow and struggle are certainly real.Islam teaches that Evil is not essential to the universe. The universe can be reformed and the elements of Sin and Evil can be gradually eliminated. All that is in the Universe belongs to God.And the seemingly destructive forces of Nature become sources of life, if properly controlled by Man.

When Man is endowed with so much potential, surely it should be easy for him to transform himself into a good human being.

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Tagore song: singer Hemant Kumar Posted and translated by Ranu

গোধূলিগগনে মেঘে ঢেকেছিল তারা
আমার যা কথা ছিল হয়ে গেল সারা ।।
হয়তো সে তুমি শোন নাই, সহজে বিদায় দিলে তাই –
আকাশ মুখর ছিল যে তখন, ঝরোঝরো বারিধারা ।।
চেয়েছিনু যবে মুখে তোলো নাই আঁখি,
আঁধারে নীরব ব্যথা দিয়েছিল ঢাকি ।
আর কি কখনো কবে এমন সন্ধ্যা হবে –
জনমের মতো হায় হয়ে গেল হারা ।।

The clouds in the evening sky covered the stars

I was able to say what was on my mind.

Maybe you didn’t listen,

which is why you bid me goodbye with ease-

The sky was resounding with shower of rain.

When I looked at you , you failed to look up,

The darkness quietly covered the pain.

Will there ever be an evening like this-

Alas it is lost forever!

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DP Daily Prompt: An Extreme Tale

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Charles Dickens, A Tale Of Two Cities.

When was the last time that sentence accurately described your life?

We were a happy family, Mom and Dad and us the brothers and sisters. We went to the best school in the city, we lived in a twelve room house, it was rented we didn’t own it. Our kitchen was not in the main house.

We had a beautiful garden in front of our house, there were three Eucalyptus trees right in front.

Life was good we ate delicious food cooked by our mom, we played, we roamed around near our house to find out who were our neighbors.

My mom loved pets we had pigeons, roosters, hens, ducks, rabbits and two cows, the cows were there for milk.

We had nothing to complain everything was running smooth.

Then it happened what we never dreamed of, our Dad died, I was only twelve. Things went from bad to worse, mom announced we’ll have to leave our favorite city and move to her home in Bangladesh.

At my age at that time I did not understand what all this meant. Within six months our things were packed what we couldn’t take were left behind.

We took a flight from Lahore to Dhaka, then from the airport we went to  our uncle’s house and stayed there for a few days.

After a few days we went to our grandpa’s village home, our grandparents were not alive but our uncle and aunt lived in the house.

A year later we moved to a house my elder brother bought in Comilla, Bangladesh. It was a small house compared to the one we left in Rawalpindi.

We all felt the absence of our Dad, we realized there will be no one buying pastries from the vendor for us, besides in this town there were no vendors selling pastries, there were vendors who sold vegetables, meat and fish only.

I could not take admission in a school, because the medium of instruction was Bengali,  I had always studied in an English school, they had one school where the medium of instruction was English it only had  up to grade six. I was in a higher grade therefore I studied home and decided to prepare for high school exam privately.

My Dad left a fair amount of money, it was sufficient for us, my eldest brother convinced my mother to let him start a business. He had no experience, yet my mom thought he’d do well.

In one year my brother lost all the money my Dad saved for us, we were in a dire situation, fortunately two of my older brothers were working they helped us through this hardship.

My mother was heartbroken she never faced such a terrible situation in her life. She was a very pious lady which must have helped our family.

It took us a long time to change our fate, we did not give up. It taught us one thing, that  life has its ups and downs, only the braves survive,we accomplished our goals each one of us, now we look back and tell ourselves we survived because of our mother, she reminded us daily, we must be strong willed or else we won’t make it.

Here I am narrating about our pleasures,pain, struggles and how we stuck to each other till we were self-sufficient!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/12/02/dp-daily-promp…n-extreme-tale

 

 

 

 

Tagore song singer Kavita Krishnamurthy posted and translated by Ranu

My dear friend

What is anxiety, what is pain,

Day and night you talk about love,

Dear friend what is love?

Is it only pain, shedding tears

and sorrowful sigh

How do people give up

Happiness for love

To me everything is pleasant

fresh, young, and clear

Deep blue sky, green forest

clear moonlight

soft and gentle flower

They are like me

they only laugh and sing

they want to enjoy life and then die

they know not pain or weeping

nor do they fancy torment

The flower laughs and withers

Moonlight smiles and disappears

The night star laughs and  sacrifices itself

in the lighted ocean

Is there anyone happy like me

Come to me my friend

your heart will calm down

when you hear my happy song

If you are destined to weep daily

why not laugh at least for one day

forget your depression

So we all can sing a happy song together!

k: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/11/26/tagore-song-si…slated-by-ranu

 

 

 

Fiction: The bullock cart ride

Image by Wikipedia

Amina was travelling to her home in the village,the only transportation she could use was a bullock cart, it was a very slow moving cart despite its two big  wheels.

She was expecting her  first child  any day, she took a terrible risk going to see her parents so close to giving birth, she was confident she’d make it home.

The driver of the cart assured her she’d be fine ,he’d take her to her parents home in a jiffy, the cart and the bulls were rolling along on the uneven dirt road of the village, hours and minutes were passing faster than the driver and his bullock cart, suddenly Amina felt a sharp pain, she didn’t know what it was,her husband noticed she looked very sickly,he kept yelling at the driver to hurry up, but the poor man was trying his best, he talked to the bulls he gave them a kiss but the bulls were going down the road leisurely.

Then it happened what Amina and her husband feared most the  baby was going to be born in the cart, Amina’s pain became more and more frequent.

She gave a loud scream, the driver looked back, stopped and said a prayer, then all one could hear was the cry of the infant!

 

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/09/21/fiction-the-bullock-cart-ride/

365 Writing Prompts: I can’t drive 55

Take the third line of the last song you heard, and make it your post title, and write for fifteen minutes, Go!

Does love mean pain and tears?

I wanted to know from my good friend about love, this is all he talks about.My question was what is love, you do not seem to be happy, yet you tell me you are in love. If it means you are going to be miserable all your life, it is not worth it, think about all the creatures on earth who are not humans, to them to love is to enjoy.

The flower in the garden blooms and looks beautiful, it keeps smiling and eventually withers and scatters when the wind blows.

The moonlight brightens up the sky and the earth, when the time comes for it to leave it happily disappears.

You see the reflection of the stars in the ocean, they  too are spreading their love but are not in pain because they have to leave.

The poet loves everything he sees, he sings with joy,he loves nature, he is never sad to see the moon disappear or the flower to wither, these are facts of life.

My friend heard all this quietly and said there is a difference, the flower,the moon,the stars, and nature, what they lack is feeling, they do not feel hurt when they wither and die.

My case is not the same as them, I feel for the person I love.If she is sad I’m sad too. We have a lot of obstacles in our path, we have parents, relatives and friends who stand in the way of our love.

We have to get their blessing which is not easy to get. We are not free like nature, Rousseau summed it up beautifully, “Man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains.”

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/29/365-writing-pr…-cant-drive-55

 

April Blog Challenge: Letter ‘U’

 

Rain is falling drip drop

Umbrella is what I need

So I do not get wet

Unnecessarily!

 

Unfortunately

The rain keeps falling

She is unable to go out

The thought makes her uneasy!

 

Unending rain 

Is difficult to bear

Children screaming 

Will expose you to unbearable pain!

 

Mold and mildew

Brought in by the 

Unwelcome rain

Oh it is such a pain!

 

 

 

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/04/23/april-blog-challenge-letter-u/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taj Mahal song in Bengali Translation and post by Ranu

song: Taj Mahal

Music and Lyrics  : Dilip Sarkar

Singer; Mrinal Chakrabarty

On the edge of the river Jumna

lies hundreds of dreams,

the mystery of the white stones

of mortals and immortals.

the pain of separation

and sick at heart.

Taj Mahal,Taj Mahal,

You are a picture

drawn with the paint brush

of a poet.

You have spread your wings

towards the path of heaven.

Today Mumtaz is not here,

Shah Jahan is not here.

Still love casts its ,

soft green shadow.

Taj Mahal,Taj Mahal,

you are an immortal

part of history.

You are standing firm

depicting the memory of

pain and love!

Tagore song “Ami Pauth Bhola Ek pothik Eshechhi” translaion and post by Ranu

Latina: Jasminum sambac ‘Arabian Nights’ It is an evergreen vine or shrub, available in India. Common name: Arabian Jasmine ‘Arabian Nights’, Hindi: Bela, Telugu: Malli, Tamil: Kodi mulli, Manipuri: Jati pushpa, Bengali: Bel. Family: Oleaceae (Jasmine family). This photgrpah has been taken at Dhulagarh, Howrah. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am a lost traveler

visiting you.

I am evening’s jasmine dear

and morning’s Arabian jasmine

do you know me?

I know you young traveler

your colorful clothing flies in the forests.

In the month of phalgun,

you are an impatient fire,

In the night of the month of chaitra,

you are aloof.

We are floating towards you

Who is calling this homeless

crazy person,

in a humming tune,

when I roam around in the forest?

I the mango bud called you.

I dreamed of you before I saw you,

I loved you without knowing you.

When the day is done,

and I am finished playing in the heated sand,

ready to go on the road,

who will take the fallen flowers in the chariot?

I the creeper will take it.

When the dry leaves scatter,

at the sound of music,

who will be left?

I will  stay and be sad,

O the indifferent traveler,

the beautiful spring ,

will erase the pain of separation.

I the crazy traveler will laugh.

I am a lost traveler,

visiting you.