Writing 101,Day Nine: Reinvent the letter format

Today, write your post as a letter. Approach it in any way you’d like.

This is a letter to my ,”Thoughts.”

Dear Thoughts(or should I address you as someone who constantly reads between the lines),

No matter how I address you, I must remind you  stop making my mind confused by your continual claim that so n’ so does not like me.

What made you think that? Is it by reading this person’s comment on my last post? Maybe it seemed like that to you; I really do not agree. There are times my readers decide after reading the post, they would handle the topic differently. It’s their reasoning, so please refrain from putting ideas in my head.

If I listen to you every time you make me believe someone doesn’t like me. I won’t have any friends. You are persistently messing up my brain. If you are unable to send positive vibes to me;leave me alone. I am pretty sure I can take care of myself.

Best wishes,

R

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More thoughts on : Talking

And then a scholar said,Speak of Talking.

And he answered , saying:

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips , and sound is a diversion and a pastime.

And in much of your talking , thinking is half murdered.For thought is a bird of space ,that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.

The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.

And there are those who talk , and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.

And there are those who have the truth within them ,but they tell it not in words.

In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.

To be continued !:)

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Writing Prompt: Alma Mater

You’ve been asked to speak at your high school Alma Mater about the path of life, Draft the speech.

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am here to to talk about the “Path Of Life”. Before I begin my speech,I’d like to use this quote:

“We are what we think.All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world”. Buddha

Our thoughts can be our friends or our foes depends on which path we choose or what makes us comfortable. Good thoughts will bring good results. If we try to be selfless because it makes us feel good ,we can help those in need.

I have witnessed some terrible people who because of their selfish motives did not follow through a dying man’s wish. I do realize money was the motive,the said person couldn’t give up her greed, I sometimes wonder,yes she has the money but does she have piece of mind knowing she betrayed a brother’s trust? She knows the brother can’t come after her, but what about her conscience,I am told these people are devoid of it, so I guess it works for them.

Buddha is right about ,” All that we are arises with our thoughts”.

When I was in the lower grades in school I imagined myself becoming a teacher. I watched my siblings learning Urdu from a teacher,instantly I knew they were not learning to read but were memorizing the words by repeating the words of the teacher.I asked my sister to read, when she repeated the words without looking at the page I knew I was right.

I took the proper courses to fulfill my dream. It’s the path I chose for myself.

Another part of Buddha’s quote, “With our thoughts we make the world”, all the inventions by famous inventors came to fruition because they thought how to improve our world. Their invention of telephone,airplane, camera,video , TV , automobile etc., has made our lives much more comfortable than the people who didn’t have these things.

Today change of climate is on the list of things we have to think about and do our part of taking care of our planet.

Thank you all for listening to my speech, I hope I did not bore you.

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DP Daily Prompt: Lifeline Post by Ranu

English: The mounts of the hand used in palm r...

English: The mounts of the hand used in palm reading. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cheiro

Cheiro (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Palmistry,I’ve heard a lot about Cheiro’s palmistry, and how accurately he could read anyone’s palm. I was flying from London,England to Dhaka,Bangladesh I don’t know why on earth I was thinking of palmistry. Suddenly a big burly woman sat on the empty seat beside me. After exchanging some pleasantries,she introduced herself as a palm reader. It didn’t awaken my curious mind,rather I stay away from people who try to tell me what’s in store for me in the coming days,months or years. I am happy to take each day as it comes,not what I can look forward to.

The woman wanted to read my hand,I tried to excuse myself.She insisted I should,I tried to shun her off politely. It seemed she was bent on showing me her craft. I gave in and let her read my palm.Well, what she came up with stunned me. I would marry a physician,he lives in North America. She kept talking, I tuned her off. I thanked her. I turned around and tried to take a nap. Her shrill voice,her demeanor,  constantly interrupted my thoughts. I was relieved when the flight attendant called her. I was glad to see her leave!

Tagore Song of happiness posted by Ranu

Ananda dhara bohichey bhubone  Words in Bengali

The poet is telling everyone to be happy, he says

Happiness is flowing through the universe.

The juice of life overflows,

as the day progresses into night.

The sun and moon take it in gladly

with their radiant light.

Why are you not happy?

what is making you sit quietly

immersed in your lonely thoughts?

Join the universe in this happy moment.

Open your heart and look what life has to offer.

Do not waste your time in petty sorrows.

Fill your heart with all the love,

the world offers you!

Will Power by Tagore translated by Ranu

Will Power By Rabindranath Tagore

If I could be anything,that I want to be,

I would want to be a wish river.

I will make the sun rise from the south,

darkness in the evening will come from my left,

I will tell my thoughts to both sides__

some I will tell in the day,some at night.

When I roam around in my village wharf

I will also sing in the fields far off

I know the villagers __ who come for a bath,.

they swim with their cattle to the other path.

The people from afar, have a different look__

I know not their name, they have that weird look.

The shiny water with small fragments of light___

the striking waves dancing like fairies clapping and laughing with delight.

At the bottom step of the wharf

there is a different scenery,

strangers are sitting looking quite scary,

what they are doing I cannot worry,

their movement makes me cringe with fright.

The villagers know only little of me,

the rest is lost,even I don’t know me.

There are green fields on one side,

the other side is sandy and sunny,I don’t see how I can go for a ride.

Daytime will be noisy and full of life,the night will be quiet and scary__

If I look at the riverbank,it will make me tremble and weary.