In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do or Die.”
“Mr Douglas, r u awake?” “See, what time she came to bed!” “but I just have had my dinner” I said silently. “Dinner!! what time is it! Its your time to drink milk! don’t say you poured that in sink again!” Mrs Douglas turned on her back and said in sleepy voice, “She’s all grown up honey..” “ya of course she’s! That day was just yesterday when we two came by her bed, she was frightened, but started to talk..every night this little insomniac kid talked, made stories, laughed, cried..and now suddenly she’s become a GROWN-UP!! and we’ve become OLD!!!” I was numb, what would I say? just looked at Mrs Douglas helplessly. “Honey, it isn’t yesterday, it’s a lot years ago! I can understand. But does she love us less? What are we? ghosts! creepy ghosts! But she loved us from her core! still she remembers us before sleeping, doesn’t she? does she say we are imaginary? like the other kids?? ” Mr Douglas was silent, as usual with his obstinate face. Now it was my time to open mouth “Mr and Mrs Douglas, I never thought why your names are English, I never thought who you are. I just know one thing, every child has guardian angels, I have two guardian ghosts! Whatever my age could be, you two would always be on my bedside. Whenever I’d be frightened at night, wake up, would turn my head back, and know you are always there for me! You will NEVER die! I love you two!” I don’t know how could they, but the old ghost couple hugged me, tight, smiling with tears.. “Now go to bed you old ghosts! Good night Mr and Mrs Douglas!” “Good night baby!”
Dear Blogging 101,
Today is 31 January, my last day with you and so my first letter. Who reminds someone when she’s with that person? This letter is not just a gratitude but a intimate picture of bonding and sharing during this course!
I started my blog journey, on January 01, with the name RAINRHYME, a new avatar in this vast internet, with the blog, Lets start it! (later named Dreaming in a dream). There was none in my reader except, the daily post. Then came the name Blogging University! A University on blogging?? took a course, Blogging 101, and boom!
The entire month, I paid heed to my lectures, sometimes could run fast, sometimes couldn’t. But for a beginner like me, it was wow! I found answers, should I blog? should I write on both personal and science stuffs? And the commons was always there 🙂
I never read scientific journals so eagerly as I do now for posting some biology stuffs (though none read them I guess 🙂 ). I found so much fun reading and writing about Metagenomic virus detection from clinical samples that it changed my ambition from Cell Biology PhD to Molecular Biology! I have known my interests, myself while writing!
I wanted to find some friends, who would KNOW ME, without previous KNOWING ME. So, I changed my sharing pattern, and its no social media here ! Yes, my follower number is less, but who bothers?? I don’t even call them followers, they are my friends! from all over the world! I have known some excellent personalities here! So strong, so nice they are! And some labmates too 🙂 Once a thought came to my mind, should I attach this big size photo of me on my home page? Isn’t it looking chick-flick? Then I thought about the people here, felt them so close, so why not sharing my show-case with them?
The letter is too big already, but it is my last letter to you 101, so I’d tell everything I felt! The person I should thank most, Michelle W. Thank you mam! 😀 I loved your word “weekend warriors” most!
You know, what the great thing is? It is GOOD, but not a BYE yet! I have registered for the Blogging 201 course 😀 Hope to see you all in the magical paths of readers, daily prompts, photo event, writing event and all! Hope to jump on a high five whenever we meet! “Arreeh! aren’t you from the Blogging 101 course? How are you doing mate!” 😀
Hope to meet you soon!
Yours, Sadia 🙂
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Brain Power.”
Thought, I wouldn’t write today. But the daily posts were interesting. I was trying to manage my menus from the beginning, and now, I AM SUCCEED!! Thank you daily post for that 🙂
Now, another post was, how would I use my another 90 percent brain power?
think, think, think… I looked to my laptop blankly. Aha! tens of tabs are open at a time! facebook (obviously!), wordpress, the paintings of Goya, some word meanings, and scientific papers! They are of myriad kinds – virology (as I am working on it), newly found bacteria, recent findings on cancer blah blah.. come to the menu part, some photos are open, was trying to edit one, movie is waiting 😀 For sure my mom came and said, all the time you are at home, on the computer or phone! don’t you people feel tired!! (mom, I am least tech-addict of this generation, but who would tell you that!)
I looked out the screen to my bed…Wow! a novel, a newspaper, food, and obviously a quant practice book, for GRE prep, which I never open! My younger brother’s recent research paper (out of the internet obviously) that the whole calculus thing is a crap (after reading that, I think it so!) Stopped my searching there, cause if I open my closet now, all the clothes will jump onto my head! as usual forgot to iron them, and manage? hahaha!!! And the table? babe, forget it!
Then I thought, dear sadia, thats the only 10 percent of your brain, making you freak! what will the another 90 percent do?? But probably, thats a negative view. another lump of brain could help me manage these stuffs 😀 (mom, I found it out, its my brain’s fault, not mine :D)
And finally, on a serious note, how could I use it? I think, I would try to manage two things, I love most, and can least. I wanted to sing well, and paint well. Yes, I can learn them now, a instrument, or a painting brush, but could they be learning? nope. They come naturally. May be the 90 percent could help me here. And may be, I could do some astronomy staffs, some physics too (why physics? I don’t know!)
Okay, my movie is calling me, another night in the Middle Earth 😀 Today’s the desolation of Smaug! Sometimes I forget the movies, characters, actors or even stories! Wish, I had that 90 percent!!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connect the Dots.”
“Connect the dots” – today’s daily post, open up the nearest book, find the third line of page 82 (why page 82? I dont know and dont wanna know, its fun and fine 🙂 ), use that in your blog! wonderful! The line in my book was, “He installed himself at the coffee table, tried to hypnotise himself into thinking about Alexander” – Oh come on! Alexander is great to know, to write about, but at this time, I am not interested to write anything about Alexander !
Come to the fourth line (pardon me the daily post 🙂 ). “Remove yourself from this lounge. Remove all contemporary figures from your mind, like bedraggled, unshaven clandestine passengers from a private train” (then Alexander came again, skip him!) Now, that’s my mood now! All day I was thinking about my diary, old old diary, my dream diary (will write about it sometime) and this and that.. Was afraid to open the ancient bag full of cards, letters, dolls, hand made things, photos…let it remain there, will open other day…
Then opened the nearest one, one with my writing pieces, sketches. It was the time of writing with pen, drawing with pencils..No smart phones, tabs, laptops…Not a century ago (I am not that old!) . Diaries are like dams, when open one sluice gate, laughter comes out, another gate, tears, another, anger, despair, dreams… A memory flood all along!
Today, what I found out, the girl to write her grieves, seventeen years, studying in 12th grade, searching herself, finding nowhere in the jungle of people..some bad people, very bad people around…but can’t tell anyone about… no one understands her…consoling herself…Today, I am confidant, understand others, and sometimes they as well..at the age of twenty six (or five?), no matter what comes, eager to see through the wall, if its too dense, trying to climb it…Only one similar thing, still searching thyself, and will love to search it all the way…
Here’s the only one writing in English, all others are in Bangla, don’t wanna translate them (its too weary thing to do now!) ..Its long, but the seventeen years old girl, probably she was trying to pour all her despair in the blank pages, not to show this to anyone, no matter what it becomes because it was the diary, which she had all herself!
” Once a maiden of seventeen years
asked herself, with her wet black eyes-
was I expected by all?
was I called from a deepest desire?
was I the flower of one’s love and hope?
was I an unexpected, a sin?
a mistake? or the reality of an accident?
if I am not a sin, a curse
why are they blaming themselves for my birth?
for my existence in the earth?
stood by her, wet mind through, said-
“Why are you blaming yourself for your birth
you are my part, came from my heart,
no matter it to me, that who you are
born from what, to who, and where
you are my pride, my love, my dare
you are my honour, my daughter, my care.
who are your parents; listen my child,
earth is your mother, who saves from the wild,
she’s given you the birth, the food
the shelter, the eternal love of good.
father of you, is the sky so large
given you the roof, where you can merge
yourself. so you are the part of thy.
don’t cry, don’t feel sorry for your birth
as, you are the daughter, of the sky and earth.
no sin, can touch you, oh my son,
your father will protect you by his sun.
your mother will give you space to lie,
we will save you until you die.”