DP Daily Prompt: An Ounce of Home

You’re embarking on a round-the-world-adventure, and can take only one small object with you to remind you of home.What do you bring along for the trip?

If I’m only allowed one small object on my year long round-the world-adventure. If I’m away from home for 365 days, it is impossible to take one small object with me, let me think some more about this.

I will have to take my family photograph. I have a lot of memories of the day this picture was taken. The photographer gave us our appointment for 11:30 am. Neither my husband nor I thought anything about the time we were given the kids were very young, the youngest one was less than two.

By the time the photographer got the place ready it was past lunch time, the youngest one came to me without saying anything she opened my bag and started looking, this was one of those days when mom didn’t have a candy in her bag. The poor child was so hungry she started crying, my husband blamed me for not carrying some food in my bag. The damage was done no matter how much I was blamed the little one’s hunger would not go away.

The clueless photographer as they all do thought she did not like her picture taken, the crying was getting louder and we were embarrassed, I told my husband to tell the photographer the reason she was crying, little thing like that made my husband stick to his pride, he was not going to say his child is hungry. I thought it was time for me to speak, I said,”She is hungry.”

The photographer apologized and found a lolly pop, gave it to the hungry child and calmness returned. this I think will be excellent, because I’d think of the day the young one cried.

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Deener Shongi (Poem) Companion of the distressed By Tagore, Translated by Ranu

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Тагор, Р...

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Тагор, Рабиндранат (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Live where the lowest of the lows

you make  your kingdom__

behind everyone,below the lowliest,amid the bereft.

When I bow to you

my obeisance stops,

where your footsteps meet  disgrace

I am unable to prostrate__

behind everyone, below the lowliest,amid the bereft.

Pride cannot reach where you move

poorly clad like a destitute__

behind all, below the poor,amid the abandoned.

Where there is wealth and respect

I hope your company there,

You are a companion of the distressed

my heart cannot   go down there__

behind all, below the lowliest, amid the abandoned.

Daily Post: Pride

English: WORD URDU, WRITTEN IN URDU SCRIPT IN ...

English: WORD URDU, WRITTEN IN URDU SCRIPT IN NASTALEEQ FONTS (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have to think way back.  I was getting ready for my degree exam. I was known by everyone including my mother,I was one of those students who would do anything but study for an exam. When I give that kind of impression to my dear and near ones,it is hard to energize myself to study. I wasn’t too confident of passing the exam myself either.I went about quietly trying to remember the things I had studied. I was good in History and knew it well.Unlucky for me the question  I was sure will be in the exam,was missing. I answered all the questions.The next was English literature.I found it okay.Economics, however was tricky,but I knew the answers. The one I was most worried about was Urdu literature.I did not have a good back ground,amazingly enough I was able to answer the questions.My Mom was sure I will fail the course. When she heard I passed,she could not stop crying. Now she can tell all the doubters I was successful.She held me in her arms and said,”I have no words to tell you how proud I am,God bless you.”

(Paurosh Pathor )Philosopher’s Stone By Tagore Translation – Ranu

Philosopher's stone

Philosopher’s stone (Photo credit: tv)

(Paurosh Pathor)  Philosopher’s Stone  —Rabindranath Tagore

The lunatic moves around in search of ‘The Philosopher’s stone.’

Head full of tangled hair                      covered with dust and muck all over,

lean and thin body looks like a shadow.

Lips tightly closed                             he stays within himself

he depicts himself as a picture of pain and suffering.

His two eyes seemingly looking for something in his mind’s eye.

He has no family,no home,he’s covered with dust all over,

he is poorer than the beggar on the street,

he has so much pride____ he does not value gold or silver,

he does not care for the wealth of the king__

his condition makes one smile,  he does not want anything,

His only desire is the ‘Philosopher’s Stone,’


Lying in front is the  vast roaring ocean.

The rolling waves ,     are giggling

at the crazy creation of the world.

The sky is glancing,    without a break,

the howling wind is blowing unhindered.

The sun rises early morning             in the eastern sky,

The moon slowly shows up in the evening.

Continuous rain      is making a sweet sound,

the deep mystery wants to say___

where is the desired wealth             he   knows everything,

one who understands the language will be able to find it.

It pays no attention,           singing its own strung song

the sea listens to its own voice.

Some are leaving, others  coming,         some are crying, some laughing,

the lunatic moves around looking for the,’Philosopher’s Stone.’


Long ago ,in  history ____

a ray of gold was visible on the touchstone  at that moment.

All eyes were on it out of curiosity

they gingerly treaded the path leading to the bank of the ocean___

quietly stood with heads lowered.

Were stunned for a while       closed their eyes and listened

the song of this vast ocean which existed from time immemorial.

Then out of curiosity   jumped in this deep ocean

solved the mystery of this eternal   ocean.

After long sad toil       goddess Lakshmi appeared

in this beautiful world.

On the banks of this sea         the lean and thin lunatic,

was still looking for the,’Philosopher’s Stone.’


After all this time,perhaps he has given up hope.

Still he keeps on looking,     he knows not what is rest___

hope is gone, he still did not give up the habit of looking.

The separated bird calls her partner,all night from the branch of the tree,

the unfortunate bird cannot find her mate.

still she calls all day,   hopeless,  untiring___

her only work is to stay awake and continue calling.

And forgetting everything   sending waves up to the sky

one doesn’t know who the sea is constantly looking for.

The more he cries   he cannot get it ever he knows,

Still he extends his arms up in the sky___  this is his solemn vow.

By the side of the ocean       in his matted hair

the lunatic looks around for the,’Philosopher’s Stone.’


Once the village boy asked him,

‘What are you carrying, o Devotee ,o let me see ?

Where did you find the gold fetter?’

The devotee was surprised,      the fetter sure is gold

when and how the iron turned to gold he did not know.

Wonderful how amazing!     he kept looking at it,

he rubbed his eyes and looked___ it’s not a dream.

he touched his forehead         sat down on the ground,

he wanted to curse himself__

in a crazy fit he looks around___    alas where did it go.

I had my desired wish but it ran away.

He habitually                 gathered so many pebbles,

he hit the fetters with them___

he did not bother to look ,he threw them far away,

he has no idea when he threw the ,’Philosopher’s Stone.’


The sun was setting.

The sky was golden colour,     the sea was melted gold,

on the west the bride was dreaming of gold.

The Devotee was slowly             going back to the previous path

looking for the lost gem once again.

He has lost his strength___  and is unable to carry the body’s weight,

like a tree his inner self is broken to pieces.

Old long path                     lying around are dead plants

how far will he travel  on this endless path.

The vast desert is deserted

Impending danger of nocturnal animals is keeping everyone in.

I looked for half my life           when will I close my eyes

the touch I felt for a moment,

the rest of my broken body    I am dedicating again

to go back and look for the same ,’Philosopher’s Stone.’

INSULT——-Rabindranath Tagore

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Рабиндра...

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Рабиндранат Тагор (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This poem was written by Tagore at the time of India’s darkest days. All the well-known poets and politicians and writers tried to awaken the people’s sentiment. Tagore’s poem is written in Bengali,I have tried to translate it into English to the best of my ability.

“Insult”

O my unfortunate country, those whom you have insulted are not the only ones who deserve your contempt

all the human beings in India should be equally blamed for this tragedy.

Those whom you have deprived of their right and their status as humans,

waited for you to get some recognition but you ignored them,

the contempt they received from you should be shared equally by all the Indians.

You have kept the people away from you

In doing so you took away their belief in almighty God.

They were faced with the wrath of God and the impending famine

and the realization that whatever meagre food and drink, they have will have to be shared equally with everyone.

The condemnation therefore will have to be shared equally by everyone.

Where you pushed them away from you

you managed to sacrifice their strength by your neglect.

Trampled and kicked they were tossed away by the dust__

You have to come down to that level,otherwise there is no hope of retrieving them.

You will have to share this humiliation with them.

Those whom you push down will tie you down also,

those whom you have kept at the back will pull you back.

The ones you have unwittingly hidden away

are sacrificing your well-being and creating a wide distance from you.

You will have to remember all of India deserves the blame for this situation.

For hundreds of years they have carried the weight of disrespect,

you still don’t show your appreciation.

Can’t you see I lower my head for this contempt

it has completely destroyed their confidence and faith in the divine power.

You should also share the insult with everyone.

Don’t you see the angel of death is waiting__

It has stamped a curse on the pride of your nation.

Even now if you fail to call them, it is time for you to stay away,

Bind yourself all over with your anger__

the funeral pyre will burn everyone with same intensity.