Llanberis,North Wales

Llanberis Lake Llyn Padarn

Llanberis Lake Llyn Padarn (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Village

Village (Photo credit: johnnysam)

It is a village in Gwynedd, North Wales lying on the southern banks of Llyn Padarn in Snowdonia.It takes its name from Saint Peris,an early Welsh saint.

The village originally grew around the slate quarrying industry.

We went to Llanberis for teaching practice. We were students of London university, Institute of Education. We all stayed with a Welsh family. It was the month of November and was extremely cold.The village was a very small and attractive place. The landlady’s house was located close to the school where we taught.

We were served breakfast,lunch and dinner by the landlady during the week-end.On week days we had lunch in the school where we taught.

The children were excited to see us,we were from variety of backgrounds.There were Chinese, Malaysian,Pakistanis,Libyans,Americans,Indians, there was a student from Iceland as well.I could never pronounce his name. We were there for two weeks.We had a very pleasant time.

I remember I asked the landlady if I could have milk for breakfast,I was willing to pay for it.I used to collect pennies.One day I noticed I had enough pennies to pay for the milk. I called the lady and paid her for the milk I consumed. She looked at me and then the pennies,had the most beautiful smile on her face and said,”Where has she been singing?” Everyone in the dining room had a good laugh.

English: North Side of Llyn Padarn Thickly woo...

English: North Side of Llyn Padarn Thickly wooded hillside with the Llanberis Lake Railway hugging the shoreline. The railway used to carry slate from the huge Dinorwic Quarry (and other quarries) to Portdinorwic on the Menai Strait. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: PYG Track looking towards Llyn Padarn...

English: PYG Track looking towards Llyn Padarn and Llanberis. On the lower part of the PYG Track from Pen-y-pass you can see the village of Llanberis and the lakes Peris and Padarn. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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.

Acquaintance by Tagore__ translated by Ranu

Goddess Lakshmi

Goddess Lakshmi (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This poem of Tagore shows him as a person,who has a side which notices other  things that are not so serious. This is about an acquaintance. I am dedicating the translation of this poem to my very good friends,who take their time to support my translations and write encouraging comments. I am truly grateful for their generosity. The friends are: Mr. Akhtar Wasim Dar, Mr. Robert and MS. Noor.

Acquaintance

There is a girl, I know, she controls the small village___

everyone gives her what she needs for Pooja, they call her Lakshmi.

But I say shall we believe  what you say,

I doubt she is so well-behaved.

In early morning, I know not where her sleep disappears___

she is rowdy in her bed.

She wakes up the whole neighborhood and giggles,

She stealthily tries to run away instead of going to her mother’s lap.

When she extends her arms and looks at me, then I am helpless,

I pick her up on my shoulders and walk around in the neighborhood.

she is delighted to find such a comfortable mode of transportation

she shows it by blows with her soft chubby fists.

I eagerly tell her wait , wait,

she tries to take my eye glasses with her fist.

She argues in her sweet voice makes a lot of noise___

it’s a terrible spectacle,you just call it a friendly behavior!

Still I think it is unbecoming for me to argue with her___

without her the melody of the flute doesn’t sound the same.

without her, can there be so many flowers sprouting?

If she is not here will the evening stars come up?

If there is no noise even for a moment,

there is no way my heart will be filled with joy.

Her mischief is like a south wind it comes as a happy sound to awaken everyone_

it sways my heart and gives me the same contentment that I get when I see the flower garden.

If you ask me her name it makes me think,

which name can I give, is something I cannot think.

Who keeps track of her name, I call her whatever I please__

I  call her mischievous,wild, ferocious.

the name given by her parents let that be only theirs_

you can look for sweet ,pretty names,but no,keep them safely in the box.

When someone chooses a name in a party, why should

the whole world , be compelled  to use    that name,it is too restrictive.

Why not we all give a name we like___

Dad calls her Chandrakumar,uncle calls her Ramcharan.

It doesn’t suit the daughter of the house to have a name in Sanskrit.

Does it make them more important or the price of the dictionary should be counted.

I, will only  call by whatever name comes to my lips___

Whatever I call, she will understand , let everyone else laugh.

One small human being she has hundreds of moods,

is it appropriate to call such a person  by one name only?

Lakshmi

Lakshmi (Photo credit: elycefeliz)

Baset

razia

razia (Photo credit: hari sundaram)

English: kolkata university, I took this photo...
English: kolkata university, I took this photo on the summer of 2004 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I read fiction,I tell myself this cannot happen in real life.Really,are you sure my inner self questions me? Let us take a ride in the world of fiction and facts,and try guessing which part is fiction and which one is not.

My story is not a science fiction,rather it is about an every day family,it will have laughter,sarcasm,pain,suffering,everything associated with life of a middle class family.

My story begins in a remote village in Bengal.There was a farmer,who was blessed with six sons and two daughters.Two of his sons,opted for farming,three chose education and one was in favour of enjoying life. He believed in the phrase, “we are only going to be here for a short while, I want to enjoy my life.”

The farmer was not in favour of allowing the son to do nothing and enjoy life. He was very unhappy. He called all his sons one day and asked how to change the decision of the third son. Hafiz suggested,he should send him to learn how to fish,one by one they gave their opinion. The youngest one refrained from giving his advice. He said Abbajan let him do whatever he wants.

Riazuddin the farmer was in a quandary,he decided to examine the thoughts of his four boys for a couple of days. At the end of the second day,he made up his mind. The indecisive Reza will have to leave home and make his fortune else where.

Five years passed, no one heard from Reza.The two daughters,Samia and Razia got married.They left the father’s village and one of them Samia was only two miles away.  Razia was married off to a man,who was relatively well-off than Samia. Reazuddin was happy his daughters were married. In his heart he was still longing to see Reza.

On the seventh year ,Reazuddin felt he was going to get some good news.He was unsure what it will be but his inner self was telling him,the news was good.Meanwhile his three sons were pursuing their education.They were doing very well in the village school.Hafiz the eldest finished school.He wanted to learn a trade. His good friend told him to apply for a place in a polytechnic school. Hafiz was selected. It was a two year course. Hafiz successfully finished the course. He got a job in Feni ,a very small town in Bengal. His parents selected a girl for him from the nearby village. He married Saleha. Hafezuddin was a devoted son,he wanted to help his younger brother, he made arrangents to bring his brother ,so he would be able to finish school. Baset showed tremendous potential from a very young age. He got admission in a school . This happened to be the town where his brother lived. He didn’t have to pay tuition fees,he was getting a scholarship every year. Baset then moved to another school in a larger town. He was continuing to get scholarship. He finished high school easily and went to kolkata  university to study Intermediate and Bachelor of Arts.After completing his studies. He took a job at the Post Office.It was a government job.

All the sons of Reazuddin were doing very well. His heart ached for his son whom he sent away to live on his own. He could not enjoy the success of the rest of his sons. He was heart broken and died suddenly. Baset however was going up the ladder of success at a relatively fast pace. His brilliance caught the eye of his superiors.Around this time the ministry of defense was in need of a bright young man for a short period. They were informed about  Baset. Upon learning about him the Ministry borrowed his services for two months. Soon the Ministry found out, how good he was,and decided to keep him permanently.

Baset was moving along slowly and steadily in his job.His hard work and brilliance helped him finish law. At a very early age he had learned to read the Quran.It was his interest and his talent that helped him to learn Urdu,Persian and English.He was a Bengali,he knew his mother tongue well. His family decided since he has accomplished what he wanted. This would be a perfect time for him to get married. They didn’t have to look for a bride too far, she was the sister of Baset’s sister-in-law. The family was elated. The parents of the girl were not quite sure,they  didn’t like the idea of two daughters  married in the same family.Their eldest daughter convinced them, her brother-in- law  was a perfect match for the sister.

With strong pressure from his family,Baset gave in and got married. In the years that followed,his family’s number increased. He now had to think of their education. While he had no idea of tuition fees and all the other nitty- gritty that comes with it, he took everything in strides. He was confident everything will fall in place eventually.

Everything was falling in place.Unfortunately it was not the way he wanted. There were disappointments along the way. He was once told,  “think about the good things that come your way and be contented with it.” The eldest son was sent to a well-known university to get an engineering degree. The son was not interested at all. He spent some time in school but was only keen on having a good time with his friends. Baset then concentrated on the second son and shipped him to a commerce college. This time destiny was not cruel at all. In life we all have to face challenges, Baset was no exception. He was working in a place,where he was a minority. Yes, he was a Muslim too, but his mother tongue was different from that of his colleagues,he could feel discrimination from  all sides. He tried to ignore it and continued with his job. But soon the unfriendly atmosphere took a toll on his health. He fell ill,but showed a brave front. It was not that helpful. He became seriously ill and within a month he died. His family was devastated with this untimely loss. All his dreams remained only that. His brothers felt,had he stayed in Kolkata and came back close to his village. He would be alive. These things cannot be predicted. His family came back and learned the meaning of life and its challenges the hard way!

The challenge of humanity is manifold,if we try to remove jealousy, discrimination and hatred,this world of ours would be a tolerable place to live.