DP Daily Prompt: Proud

When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you.

As far as my memory goes I cannot remember someone saying , they were proud of me. Then again sometimes there are people who are proud of you but do not know how to express themselves.

I took the job of teaching in a new school. I was responsible for forty two boys, they were six years old, but were a group no one was able to control, in two months five teachers quit their job. I was told by a boy who was one of the pupils.

It was my first year teaching in a, “Residential School,” one day  the principal quietly came to see how I was doing on my first week in his school.He was surprised he didn’t have to come to the classroom to discipline these overactive boys, which was the case before I took the job.

My door was closed he signaled  me to come out, he didn’t care to look if the kids were in the classroom,he asked,”where are the boys?”

“In the classroom I said.”

He told me then, “you know everyday I have to come out from my office to make them quiet, how did you do it?”

Of course he did not say he was proud of me I was able to control the little rascals, I’m sure it was on his mind. Our superiors hold off praising us because they do not want to make us overconfident.

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365 Writing Prompts: FAQ

Interview someone- a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman-and write a post based on their responses.

I wasn’t able to interview  anyone from the above people, I’m going to write an imaginary interview with my mom. Based on  her possible answers, I’m writing this post.

I grew up in a large family, my mother was always busy in the kitchen, she was the best cook in our family, of course my Dad was busy with his work at the office, I did not know whether he had any culinary skills, it’s okay if he was lacking in this particular area because  he was brilliant in his work,he didn’t need anything else.

when I was not in school I’d be in the kitchen watching my mom cook, I remember she was preparing to bake a pound cake, we had that old fashioned weighing scale my mother would patiently weigh butter, flour and milk and mix them, she did not weigh the eggs, she knew how many she needed.I was so fascinated with the preparation,I asked my mom if I could also bake a little cake.

The right kind of utensil was a problem to bake a tiny cake,my mom came up with the idea of using the empty Quaker Oats tin, mom helped me to remove the cover  I was excited I will bake a cake too, most of the work of greasing the pan, how much ingredients I’d need my mom helped with that too, the thought that I baked a cake made me very proud.

My Dad who was used to eating my mom’s cooking was happy to taste my little specimen.

There were times I’d ask my mom about our grandparents, she told me my grand father was easy going full of enthusiasm about everything,he depended on my mother for everything. My grandmother she said, had a bit of a temper if grandpa annoyed her she would refuse to feed him. My mom would quietly take the food and give it to him.

My mom had three sisters, one of them was eight years older than her,but she never helped granny with cooking,it was always my mom who was ready to help.

My mom had two brothers, both were younger than her, my mom’s siblings and her parents always depended on her, with cooking ,cleaning,sewing you name it mom did it all.

One day I came home from school, I saw mom crying, I asked my brother what happened, he showed me a letter, from Bangladesh, I took the letter and read it, there was news that grandpa passed away. I felt sad for  mom but had no idea how to console her. Six months later  mom got another bad news this time her mother passed away.

Mom was quiet for a while I know she wished she was there with her parents, when they died.

The sad news of the passing of both our grandparents in such a short time was painful for our mom, she was so amazing in spite of this she continued to cook for us.

The only regret I have is I wasn’t there when she passed away, fate is so cruel sometimes!

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DP Daily Prompt: Right To Brag

 

Tell us something you( or a person close to you) have done recently(or not so recently) that has made you really, unabashedly proud.

Something I did recently is I translated  lyrics of a song by Tagore. All my friends loved it. I was proud of myself.

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Writing Prompt: Proud

When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you?

This prompt is rather hard for me to answer.  Actually  my classmates didn’t tell me they were proud of me when I did well in my exam. To tell you the truth they gave me looks which meant they were jealous.

Next in line my teachers,they said I should study harder to do better. That didn’t mean they were proud of me.

My little students said they loved me but did not say they were proud of me. Isn’t it different from being proud?

I remember my father once said, he was proud of me because I was the only kid among his  kids, who remembered the name of his ointment. That was the time he had a  severe pain somewhere in his body. He needed the ointment but without the name how would anyone get it for him. It wouldn’t get me too many points just for that.

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DP Daily Prompt: Mad As A Hatter

There are times when we think ‘Silence is Golden’. I feel these words are not always practical in real life situation. I’ll tell you why I’m saying that.

One of my classmates in London , remarked, ‘Sabeth you’ll never have enemies you hardly speak’. ‘Not so, I told him, they think I’m too proud’.

This is one example of silence,the other is people think they can easily tell you off. Silence to them means the person is stupid.

Third example is the one where you do everything you’re asked in return you’re yelled at.

The third example is what I’ll deal with today. My husband asked me to cut his hair one day. He had all the barber’s tools. The only problem was I never trained to be a barber. I told him I did not think I could do it. He assured me it’s simple.

So I took the role of a barber but had no experience.  I took on the job and started cutting his hair. I spent about ten minutes when my husband suddenly yelled at me,what was my fault, according to him I was moving too much. I completely lost it I was so angry I thought I’d  start crying. I cannot recall if I wept,but I certainly let him know what I thought of his behavior.

My husband was shocked to see me so angry. He had a smile on his face. His expression was enough for me to know he could not believe I’d be this angry.

DP Daily Prompt: We Can Be Taught Post by Ranu

Public Library (Photo credit: MTSOfan)

Yes we can be taught a few things from others. I was always very shy in school.I did not make friends easily. I very seldom took the initiative of starting a conversation.This gave a wrong information to my classmates. They all thought I was very proud.

Once my classmate wanted to go to the public library with me. I was surprised. She never went to any library. I agreed. We went to the library.When we sat down with our books,she said, ‘ Chaman I want to tell you something’,I gave her a puzzled look. She continued,’Because you do not talk to anyone we all think you are a very conceited person,I even said on one occasion who does she think she is?’

I was shocked to hear this. I was thinking in my mind, ‘Why will they judge me like that?’ It is perhaps human nature to make their own conclusion without knowing a person.Then in London another classmate of mine remarked, ‘Sabeth ,you will never have enemies’,I asked him why? He said, ‘You hardly talk’. I replied, ‘You’ll be surprised’. I had to explain my experience in the university.

Some think I am quiet because I am proud. Others think I will never have enemies,I hardly speak. So from this it taught me two things,not everyone thinks I am vain. It also says people make up their mind without knowing someone.