Daily Prompt : Study

In response to prompt : Study

Allama Iqbal , Online Course

A few years ago I developed an interest to study about Allama Iqbal. It began as a curiosity, after I read two lines of his poem in Urdu.

In it Iqbal says: (this is the English translation.) Though the mosque was built overnight by the believers, our heart being old sinners for years, could not be devout.

When I read these lines my curiosity was at its height, I could not wait to find out, why Iqbal wrote this poem.

During my research, I accidentally found out, there is an online course about Iqbal. I registered for the course in 2011.

I’m still studying it. Now I feel it’s worth it, it helps me study about the poet, his beliefs and his role in carving out a country for the Muslim population in the Indian sub-continent.

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DP Daily Prompt:

If I could take a break, I certainly would register to study Philosophy. I wasn’t aware it is such an interesting subject. It would also come in handy for the online course I am doing.

I was once advised by one of my uncle’s to study Philosophy, at that time I was too young to understand how valuable this subject is.

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DP Daily Prompt: I Did it My Way

When I was a child my older sister always bossed me around. She’d say, I would never be educated, I was lazy, I didn’t study hard enough. Of  course compared to her I was one miserable child who skipped school when she wanted to and things like that,whereas my sister would study till 3 am every morning.  I wasn’t made with enough determination to work hard.

When I make the comparison, I must let my readers know that when I was in standard three, she was in college. I haven’t heard of any seven year old in God’s green earth studying till 3 in the morning.

As we were growing older her criticism was getting more than I could handle. Then came the time when I was required to choose a subject to do my masters degree.  I wanted to study Economics, I wasn’t hard working enough, I’d fail , it was enough for me to think about it.

“Oh, but she said, study English.”

“I said, No I won’t ” and chose History instead. I was stubborn, I didn’t appreciate her interference. When I look back I think I should have studied Philosophy. It would have been a subject,I’d truly enjoy.

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DP Daily Prompt: To Boldly Go Ranu’s post https://sabethville.wordpress.com

New year’s resolutions (Photo credit: Brett Jordan)

I know 2014 is already at my doorstep. What are my goals for the coming ‘New Year’?  I am planning to hone my sewing skill. I know it is a big , “New Year’s Resolution’ for me . How far success takes me remains to be seen. The fact I am thinking is a step in the right direction.

I have more than one skill to improve. My writing skill is still in the primary grade level. Then there is the course I registered in frankly speaking, I am still not  studying regularly. I will make conscious effort to take care of it.

I wake up early enough,it is not a problem. I must try at least to do all the things I am thinking of doing. I have  fabric waiting to stitch. Write more to get better. I must diligently study to get ahead.

The studying part requires inspiration. There are no tests ,just assignments. It should be easy to keep up. I continuously do what the hare did, I dose off and then try to speed up. I forget that the hare lost the race.I too will if I don’t give up my bad habit.

 

So 2014 you will see a changed Ranu. This is my goal!

All about Chocolate Ranu’s post

DP Daily Prompt: The Excitement Never Ends Post by Ranu

London (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

It happened a while ago. I always dreamed of  going to England to study. Whether I would ever be successful in doing so or it would always be a dream,I did not know. The thought was there.I never talked about it with anyone especially not my siblings.

I was not a serious student, working too hard was not in me,despite this fact I wanted to study overseas . My brothers who paid my tuition fees for college and university ,were incapable of sending me.It was a question of a large sum of money.I understood it. I did not expect them to try,they had already done enough for me.

I am a big believer that if you want anything bad enough,the doors of success opens up out of nowhere. This was my case,I saw an ad in the newspaper, British Council was offering scholarships in innumerable subjects to successful candidates to study in London . How could I pass this up.I was dreaming about it for eons. Now fate was giving me a chance to grab it. I did not have faith in myself,I was a student who spent minimum number of hours to get through my courses. It was a test I was willing to take,if it failed to materialize it was okay, I did not deserve it.

I applied and waited patiently for a response,at the same time thinking,Me?no they will discard my application the moment they receive it. after what seemed a decade I received a letter in which they said I was selected for an interview. I was cautiously optimistic and made sure no one knew about it.

I have no recollection of what the questions were,I only recall the interviewers,their eyes were pinned on me,this is how I felt. I dared not look at them fearing I’d fall apart and it’d be a total disaster. I came out of that room,feeling nothing good or bad. The days that followed were painfully slow.

My joy knew no bounds when I was handed a thick envelope,I hope the news is good,please God I thought. My hands continuously shaking I opened the envelope and found a letter and a  ticket to fly to London. My feelings were completely numb,is this a dream or is it real. Did my dream come true? My mind spoke to me, “Open your eyes ,Chaman, your dream is now a reality!”

I spent sleepless nights about the journey. I was never the giggling type but I was excited!

About Me; continued post Ranu

A map of the languages spoken in Bangladesh, in English. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was happy to be in a girls college. No one there to tease me or make fun of me. We can look for a perfect world,sadly that doesn’t exist. I tell myself,’What’s wrong now,you got what you wanted’? Yes I did. but this is just a different problem. One of the girls who happens to be from my home town ,made life impossible for me. She always said something negative,if I said anything.I was fed up with her.She happened to be my mother’s distant relative,which didn’t help.

This college was run by American nuns.They were very strict,one of the teachers Sr. Joseph Mary,would come up to our dormitories, to make sure our beds were made,also we weren’t allowed to sit on the bed.We were provided with small stools made of wicker,which is called ,’Mora’ in Bengali. Bedtime had to be strictly observed,lights were out at 10.30 pm. It was not a problem for me, I always went to bed at 10.00 pm.

Our principal was Sr. Augustine Marie, she wanted us to study every waking moment or else she would call a meeting and take us to task. In the evening we all had to assemble in the library and study.One evening we heard a noise,before I could think what it was, all the girls ran out of the library,I was not far behind. We left our sandals and ran bare feet,screaming,sister,sister,there were thirty-three of us, you can imagine the noise we made.Sister Augustine Marie went straight to the library to investigate.She found nothing ,but our sandals scattered in the library.The face she made when she came out was priceless! Despite our fear, we would have burst out laughing. But this was the principal we dare not make fun of her or she would send us packing!

More later!