Daily Prompt : Treasure

In response to daily post’s prompt : Treasure

Good Health Is Wealth

No matter how much material wealth a person has, it’s useless if they lack good health. In large cities you’ll find thousands of people running around amassing wealth by fair and unfair means. Most of these people ignore their health they do not spend enough time to eat, sleep or rest.

Our body is a machine if we do not take proper care, it will collapse one day. Our best treasure is good health, if we are sick, the physician will tell us, ‘I’ll write a prescription for you, fill this prescription and make sure you take it daily.’

The pharmacist will gladly fill your prescription, this is his job.

In the meantime the medicine you are taking will if you’re not lucky  create more problems. You go to your doctor again and come back with another piece of paper. Soon you find yourself with problems that cannot be solved.

You sit back and think of the reasons why you are sick.

One by one you watch the screen in front of you. You ate the wrong food, did not give your body proper rest, forgot that you need to do exercise to stay fit, but  did not forget to run the rat race to make money.

The money you made i.e your material treasure you’ve invested to make more. Now that you’re sick your wealth may or may not cure your health problems. You realize it’s too late you are a fool.

Your material wealth goes in the hands of your heirs, who care two hoots how hard you worked for it. They didn’t learn to earn but they certainly learned how to spend.

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Tagore Song posted and translated by Ranu

Phool bauley , dhonno aami matir ‘paurey         Flower says I am fortunate to be on this earth
দেবতা ওগো, তোমার সেবা আমার ঘরে ।।                            Oh goddess, I worship you in my house.
জন্ম নিয়েছি ধূলিতে দয়া করে দাও ভুলিতে,                                I am born in the dust, kindly let me forget

,                                                                                             it,
নাই ধূলি মোর অন্তরে ।।                                                           My inner self has no dust.

নয়ন তোমার নত করো,                                                        lower your eyes,

দলগুলি কাঁপে থরোথরো ।                                                          the petals are trembling violently

 

চরণপরশ দিয়ো দিয়ো, ধূলির ধনকে করো স্বর্গীয়-                       let  me touch  your feet, make the earth’s

treasure heavenly-

ধরার প্রণাম আমি তোমার তরে ।।                                             I earth, prostrate before you.

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DP Daily Prompts:Hand-Me-Downs

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Clothes and toys,recipes and jokes,advice and prejudice: we all have to handle all sorts of hand-me-downs.Tell us some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life.

“Hand-Me-Downs, ” I like this thoughtful and wonderful title.

I have some meaningful hand-me-downs from my Dad and Mom.

These are some I always think about and abide by: One day my Dad came back from work, for some reason he came to my room, I had my books scattered on the floor I was doing my homework, he was not happy to see me on the floor, or do my work in the dark, he turned on the light and said, “never do your work in the dark, you’ll have problem with your eyes.”

I sat up and replied, “All right, Abba.”( Abba is an Arabic word for Dad).

I resumed my work, my Dad smiled and said, “Are you doing your homework?”

I replied, “No Dad,I’m doing my friend’s homework?”

His facial expression immediately changed, he was angry, “Ranu, he said, I do not ever want to hear you’re doing your friend’s homework, my advice to you is do not let  anyone take advantage of you.”

After that incidence my Dad was never angry with me.

My Mom had plenty of advice for me, I spent most of my time with her when I wasn’t playing with my siblings.

My Mom was a very religious person she told me stories about the prophet on one of these occasions the subject changed to telling lies, she once told me, “Ranu you should never lie, God will not forgive you, the only time you’d be forgiven is when your life is in danger, another thing back-biting she said was a serious sin, you must never talk about other people, if they are mean, ignore them, she also said otherwise their sins will fall on your shoulders.”

I know these from when I was six years old. Do I remember these, I do most of the time but when people are mean I cannot help talking about them.

The above are the hand-me-downs I treasure because they were advice from my parents.

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/09/10/dp-daily-prompts

DP Daily Prompt: Rolling Stone Post by Ranu

Nomad

Nomad (Photo credit: ElDave)

I remember the saying,” A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss”. If I am given the opportunity to live a nomadic life.I’d certainly want to try.The best place I’d choose would be,keeping in the tune with  the song,’O give me home,where the buffaloes roam and the sky is not cloudy all day. A home on the range where the deer and the antelopes play.’

It is not difficult to decide.I have seen and lived in cities,while they have their charm,life is complex and full of stress. A nomadic life can help to look at my innermost self. I’d like to spend my time studying nature.It will provide the experience,Tagore had when he wrote those beautiful poems and songs. I feel blessed,I can read and understand him and appreciate his hard work that he left behind for us to enjoy.

When I leave for a life,which is carefree and rejuvenating,to me it will be heaven on earth. I am certain I will not miss my home base. I’d be busy talking to the variety of animals,I’d come in contact with.For once I’d get to see nature and learn to appreciate it. The absence of city life cannot and will not be an issue. I’ll think of Wordsworth and his poem,”I wandered lonely as a cloud . That floats on high o’er vales and hills, when all at once I saw a crowd,A host of golden daffodils.”

It will give me an occasion to feel Tagore’s poetry, “We play with the golden dawn,we play with the silver moon”. I ask , “But how am I to get up to you?” They answer,”Come to the edge of the earth lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds”. These are the moments I will treasure. I’d love to give nomadic life a try.

DP Daily Prompt: The transporter

English: Hui family celebrating Eid

English: Hui family celebrating Eid (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Oh the childhood is the best years of my life! I can remember my Mom’s cooking it was unimaginable. It was a special day for us,we were celebrating,”Eid ul Fitr” it was when Ramadhan ended and we wore new clothes and were waiting to eat. My Mom was cooking,Pilaf,Kebabs,Beef curry, Lamb chop and of course the cucumber salad.The scent of her cooking was in the air.It seemed the needles of our miniature,”Big Ben” stopped in its tracks.If it was up to us we would change the time,so we could start eating. We behaved like a bunch of kids from a famine stricken land, back and forth we ran to check the clock which was not moving like we wanted it to.

Finally,it was noon and our servant started setting the table. At that point I’m not sure we cared how he arranged the plates.We were ready to eat,my Mom just had to say the word,we were all there in a flash to eat the delicious cooking of my Mom’s food.Those were the days,we were innocent,lively and enjoyed eating and playing.

I wish the clock would go back and let us once again experience the joy we felt when we were young.

English: Muslims looking for the new moon to m...

English: Muslims looking for the new moon to mark the Eid al fitr, the end of the month of Ramadhan (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Birth Discussion by Tagore Translation by Ranu

This is another poem of Tagore,in this he talks to his mother about “Birth.”

The little boy calls his Mom and asks, ‘where did I come from

where did you pick me up from?

Hearing this Mom in a crying and laughing tone      hugged the boy in her chest_

‘you were a wish in my mind.’

You were in my imagination when I played with my doll, in my early morning prayer

I have taken you apart and put you together.

You were with my god    on my prayer throne,

I was thinking of you while I was praying to god.

‘In all my wish forever,in all of my love,

in my mother’s and grandmother’s heart,

in our old home    on my Devi’s lap

I don’t know how long you were hiding there.

In my youth when everything in me unfolded

you were mixed like a fragrance inside me,

you were present in my young body

giving away your gentle loveliness.

‘You are the precious love of all the gods    you are forever old,

you are as old as the morning light.

Your entry into the world is a dream that brings a flow of happiness

you have come to my heart as a new pleasure.

‘After seeing you suddenly    I didn’t understand your mystery___

you belonged to everyone, how did you become mine!

From that body to mine   you became Mom’s baby

with a beautiful smile you showed up on this earth.

‘I am afraid to lose you this is why  I want to hold on to you in my chest,

if you move away from me slightly I begin to cry____

I don’t know what kind of affection has trapped me, to me you are my worldly treasure I want to hold on to you

and  hide you in my fragile arms.’

Rabindranath Tagore with wife Mrinalini Devi f...

Rabindranath Tagore with wife Mrinalini Devi from a Pirali Brahmin clan which some Tagores regularly married into (Photo credit: Wikipedia)