The Healing System in Nepal and My Response

In the article “THE SOCIAL SYMBOLISM OF HEALING IN NEPAL” the researcher Stacy Leign Pigg describes the relation between traditional and western healing system and the development of the country. People have a deep faith on traditional treatments and healers as they believe in supernatural power, witchcraft, and ghosts. Moreover, over time the western treatment such as modern medicine, surgery, and clinics are taking place country wide. Though rural people tend to use the ancient system more than urban people, it exists both in cities and villages. However, the access of western system symbols the development of the nation.

While reading the book, I felt so connected with the topic as the image of Bangladesh is quite similar. In Bangladesh both urban and rural people have superstitious believe and they greatly depend on tradition healing system. Though those methods are not scientific, it cures people more than mentally than physically. However, people are much aware about modern treatment nowadays and they try their best to be cured scientifically and quickly. But they cannot quit the thought of traditional healing system. For example, in childhood, when I had a long term fever and it was taking time to be cured, my mother took me to a religious person called “Huzur” and I was given water, which was specialized by his chant, and amulets with religious words. That kinds of thing happened with me lots of time even though I grew up in town. I cannot abstain myself from telling two story about my two grand mothers.

First, my mother’s mom in village, who has a strange diseases and it has not been cured by any kind of medicine. She takes both modern and traditional medicine with the hope that once any of them will work for her. It happens like that she is taking modern medicine prescribed by well known doctors, but after some weeks she feds up. Then, she will go to the traditional ways. Though most of the traditional healers are rural and have very strange or unscientific ways of healing, it works for her! She feels very good and healthy, but again it does not work long time. She has to take her previous medicine or go to doctors again. It’s clear that the traditional healers increase her mental confidence, but it cannot cure anything completely. Still she is trying to be cured with both methods as she is the sufferer.

Second, my father’s mom in town, who is so healthy and strong till now and suffers from leg pain only. She usually does not believe in traditional healing system and always consult with doctors. As it is a problem of old age, she has never been cured completely. However, once a stranger woman come to our home and influenced he that she could cure my grandmother’s problem in he own way. My grandmother believed that and told the woman to come next day. As a result, next morning, she came to our house collecting grass, paddy, and some other beans. Then she asked my grandmother to give sugar, salt and seed oil. After that she asked her to give a gold ornament and a silver ornament in a glass of water. My grandmother came to ask me for a silver ornament as she had only gold chain. I felt curiosity and went to her room to see what was going on there. The woman was arranging all those things that time. Seeing me she was annoyed and asked me to leave the room. I was surprised what secret activities were going to be held there. However, I left quietly. At the noon, my grandmother cried out suddenly and we ran to her and found that the women replaced her gold chain with an imitation one. My grandmother did not understand when she did this. We all were shocked by the extraordinary healing method.

hunger and stealing

Hunger is such a thing which can destroy one’s good characteristics, honesty, and morality. In our society, lots of the people start to earn money in illegal ways because of poverty and hunger. There are lots of real life examples that people become thief or cheater when they don’t have any option. That time the sense of morality does not work.

As we are reading Vasant Moon’s autobiography Growing up Untouchable in India, we have noticed the same situation with Moon. Once Moon stole his friends color brush in school, but next day, he regretted for his misbehave and gave it back to him. Though he was poor to buy it, his inner morality abstain him from stealing. Then he present the days of extreme poverty of his family. There was no food and they starved. Her mother tried her best to do work and feed the family. Sometimes, community people helped them. Moreover, Moon also tried to earn money doing works. However, in chapter twelve “Holy Victory”, he said about his moral fall down. As those days they were passing a hard time with starvation, he was always thoughtful what to eat and how to get them. One day he cheated an old woman by taking her banana and running away. As he was so much hungry, he could not refrain himself to do that. Thus, he lost his moral education. However, when he heard her mother’s story of honesty, he was ashamed of his doing.

However, he did not tell her about his stealing as she would get hurt.

This reading reminded me something from my childhood. In my school, there were students from all social classes. Rich, poor, middle class, and even students from untouchable community read in our school. As the session was all day long, we used to take lunch with us. Moreover, we used to share our food with others. However, there were some students who did not bring anything and we did not share with them. It was summer season when we noticed that every day someone’s food was being stolen. We all became angry and annoyed with the unknown thief. We complained to the teacher, but his threat did not stop the thief. Consequently, one day the thief was caught and we all were surprised. The most silent and shy boy of the class was doing that! How strange! It was difficult to believe. Whatever, he was taken to the teacher and he punished him. After physical punishment, he was told to bring his parents to the school. Then the boy cried and said that he could not do that. When sir forced him to tell why it was not possible, he said that her mother is a housekeeper and she was not working someday because of illness. They were starving a long day and finally he could not bear the hunger seeing other students to eat. As a result, he started to eat secretly from their food. Hearing that, we felt so bad for him and regret for our selfishness. We told the teacher to forgive him. He also felt sorrow for him and forbade him to do so further. After that we tried to share our food with him, but he never took it. He smiled and thanked us only saying that her mother was ok and they were not starving any more. Though we were dubious about his words, we never could help him.

Friends, do you think Moon or that boy’s stealing was reasonable?


trust-keeping lie and my experience

Judith Virost explains the habit of telling lie of human in a brilliant way in the article “The Truth about Lying”. She shows evidence that how easily we tell lie socially without feeling any remorse as those lies are not harmful. However, Virost asks her reader to think that it is ok or not to lie. She says that though all lies are not harmful, some of them are not acceptable too. She divides the lies in four sections: social lies, peace-keeping lies, protective lies, and trust-keeping lies. In the case of trust-keeping lies, people lie for keeping trust to others. As Virost gives an example that often trust-keeping lies come when we want to keep our friends’ trust and lie for them.

When we read that term and examples about trust –keeping lies, I remembered one experiences I had last year. When I was in Dhaka, I got a close friend in my hostel. One day, I decided to go my uncle’s house and she asked me to take her with me as she also had relatives in the same place. However, when we came out from the hostel, she said me that her boyfriend was coming to meet her and she would stay with him that day. Moreover, she requested me not to tell that anyone. Hearing that, I was shocked and said that she should have told me before coming. I was not willing to relate myself with her personal matter. As that kind of affair is hatred in our society, I was literally disturbed by her request and felt a dilemma. However, I agreed that I would tell others that we were together. Next day, I came back and saw that she was crying in her room. Other girls were questioning me that we went together and came back separately, and she was crying, so where we were. I was really in trouble as the girl was not saying anything except crying. As a result, I told that I had to do some shopping which made me late. It was clear that the girls were dubious about my statement. Whatever, I tried to talk with the girl and she said that her boyfriend wanted to break up with her and she was feeling helpless. Moreover, the girl cut her hand with knife and did other things that everyone got to know that she had recently met her boyfriend and had some problems. However, I was the person who was queried by all people. Though I did not tell them the truth because of keeping my promise, they knew that I was hiding something. I was telling lots of lies to hide one secret, which decreased my morality badly. I blamed myself for my foolishness though it was not my own fault. The situation was against me. Really it is difficult for me to explain the situation and how disturbed I felt that time. I promised that I would never be agreed to lie for others and get into others personal matter.

Dear friends, I don’t know, you have that kind of experiences or not. I think, it is better to stay away from lies and from others’ secret matter. As trust and lie are opposite from each other, it is better to avoid trust-keeping lies.


“heat and rain” in my childhood

When I was reading Vasant Moon’s description about flower, fruits, friends and occasions in the summer and rainy days of his childhood in the 4th chapter “Heat and Rain” of his autobiography Growing up Untouchable in India, it seemed that the images were passing through in front of my eyes. Was I seeing Moon and His friends? No! The images were so clear and I found that I was thinking about my own childhood and enjoyment with my friends.

As I lived in a small town, there were lots of trees, flowers and fields surrounded my community. The boys and girls of my community used to roam those gardens and fields all day long in holly days. On other days, after school we used to gather together and eat green mangos, tamarinds and other fruits of summer. We collected known and unknown flowers and played different kinds of games. As the days were so much hot, we would get so much tired roaming in the sun whole day. Our parents would scold us and took us home. At the afternoon, we again gathered the nearest field and play. Since there had unbearable load-shadings in summer, we rarely used to sit down for studying in the evening. We went to the field and listen to the stories told by elders or ourselves.

In the beginning of rainy days, we became happy as we could play in the rain. However, after some days we became bored as we could not go outside for playing. My mother used to cook delicious foods on rainy days and I enjoyed eating and sleeping. If it rained heavily, we would suffer a lot. The roads and yard were slippery; water came from our roof and so on. As a result, rainy days turned into pain.

Actually, childhood is the best part of one’s life. It does not matter the season is hot, cold, or rainy. As people grow up, they involve with lots of activities to be successful in life. Then they can’t enjoy the life with a free mind. Though Vasant struggled a lot in his childhood, but I think, the test of nature, enjoyment with friends, and happiness of independent activities would not come back again in his life. Similarly, the days I had left in my childhood, will not come back again in my life.

the death of a salseman and my response

Human lives on hopes and dreams. In
the world, everyone wants to be successful in his life by fulfilling his dreams. However, it is difficult to fulfill wishes, as it requires both hard
work and good luck. When people fail to be someone or do something desirable,
they are labeled “unlucky”. The same thing happened in the play “Death of a Salesman”
written by Arthur Miller, a famous novelist. The play shows a salesman’s death,
when he became extremely devastated in his old age. He was an average person in
his career and family life. As he grew older, he started to earn less and it
became very difficult to maintain his daily life. Moreover, his sons did not
help them and one of them could not fulfill the demand of his father by
establishing him successfully. The son, biff always used to argue with his
father, which seemed that they did not love each other. On the other hand, he
was losing his mental consistency day by day because lots of mental pressure. Secretly,
he made several attempt to commit suicide. Then, he tried his best not to be
fired from his work, but he could not. Eventually, the salesman, Willy, understood
that he was not no more capable to lead his life and support her family, so he
committed suicide. Thus, a life was finished because of great depression.

I have a cousin who is so much
upset with his life. He could not finish his study, as he was not sincere about
his study. He failed in his graduation exam three times, which made him and his
family so frustrated. As his family is not rich, it was difficult for them to
give him money for studding and living outside of home. As he could not give
good result, they became angry and ordered him to go back home. Additionally,
they told him to do some work in his hometown and stopped to support him
financially. However, he showed dissent against them, as he thought that there were
more job opportunities in the capital city, Dhaka. However, he got a lower
class job of salesman in a shop. Though he did not like it, he did the job to
support his life. After six month, he became so much hopeless because of low
salary and hard work. Then, he quit the job and went back home. As, the family
was angry with him and he was depressed, they used to argue all the time. As a
result, he tried to suicide one day. After that event, the family stopped to
suggest him anything for his betterment. It seemed that he became isolated from
his family. Gradually, he has started to behave normally and told his family to
give him last chance to finish his graduation. I hope, he will be successful to
turn his dream true.

As I read the play, it reminded me
about him and I realize that personal ego and attitude, failure, and losing
hope are responsible for mental depression. The salesman in the play and my
cousin both were victim of them.

untouchable colony in my hometown

We are reading the autobiography of Vasant Moon, a scholar person from India. He describes about his childhood in mahar community and how he became success in life in spite of being from untouchable caste. His description about his colony reminds me about the untouchable colony in my hometown and the girls, who were my friends. The community is not far from my home. It is beside of our locality. However, they are not considered equal to us or treated with respect. As they live a huge number of people in a small place and outside of the slum there are a bad ponds full of garbage, it seems very dirty, unhealthy and of course, untouchable. From childhood we have known that they are not acceptable in society like normal people, as their lifestyles are different from us. They follow Hindu religion and their physical structure and languages are different from others. Both men and women are tall and black. Though someone looks like normal Bangladeshi people, his or her voice and tone says that he or she is from the slum. We call them “doom” and their colony is called Doom Para. They do lower class jobs such as sweeper, cleaner, night guard, day labor and dead body dissector. One thing is very much obvious among their society that both men and women do work and contribute in family. As children know those things from childhood, they develop a fare and hatred about them. Moreover, they used to keep pigs as pet in their colony, which seems so much dirty to us. However, I entered in their colony once or twice in my childhood and did not observe anything as I thought to pass the place as early as possible. I did not have any classmate from the colony as I read in private school, but in government school, there were a good number of them. However, they are not so much conscious about education, early marriage and other superstitious beliefs. So it seems that they are still living in past. May be ignorance of society makes them more unconscious. They prefer to get married early and do lower class job rather than studying. When I went to high school, I got a friend from the place. She did not look like them, but her speaking style singed something. I went to their home in the “doom Para” one day and was surprised to see such a neat and clean home with modern facilities. I had not thought that her sweeper parents could build that kind of jobs. As I grew up; I removed the fare about them and had a good relation with the girl’s family. However, though she was the one who passed primary school and entered in high school, she left school after she got married in eighth grade. I was surprised to hear that, her husband was a dead body dissector, which is the best job among them and he needed to drink alcohol for that job. I thought that how could she live with the gruesome drunker man who cut the dead body. I last went to their home when she had a baby boy. She and her family were happy to see me. Moreover, It seemed to me that the colony is being developed. May be one day they will not be discriminated by the society.

The Road Not Taken and my response

When I read the poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost, I realize that the theme is universal. Every person in their life faces hard time to choose the right way, which will take then on the acme of success. In the poem, the narrator said that once he faced difficulties to choose one option between two roads. As the two roads were almost same, he was confused that which one will be perfect for him. He observed the both paths and decided to explore the second one as it seemed less used by travelers. Moreover, he wished that after a long time, he would be able to say that his choice was good and he would get honor and respect for his achievement.

I also faced the same problem in my life. In last year, I really had a difficult time to choose the right destination for me. In 2009, after passing my higher secondary, I tried hard to get admitted in a good university. Though I got chance in several places, I chose to get admit in Dhaka University as it is the biggest, oldest and best university of Bangladesh. As one of my uncles heard about AUW and inspired me to give admission test. As I was studying in DU, I was not so much interested about AUW. However, after giving admission I felt that I would pass the exam and I did not know that it was fortunate or unfortunate, I was called from AUW. My parents and relatives were so happy. But I was confused. Though it was hard for me to lead life in Dhaka and the facilities and environment of AUW seemed heavenly for me as I got full free studentship, I was confused to make decision. Some people were saying that if I read in DU, I would shine in my life and others were saying that even if AUW is a new university, it would be a best and exceptional university not only in Bangladesh but also in Asia. I can’t express the feeling I had that time. Lastly, I decided to come AUW and see what is going on here. It was hard for me to leave DU, but like the narrator I was hopeful that I was doing the right thing, which would make me exceptional from others. After coming here, I was happy that I have come in a right place. Though sometimes I feel confusion that I am on right way or wrong, I realize that if I give my best, I will get something desirable from here. Hopefully, I will say one day with proud that  my decision was right and I am successful because I chose the best way for me.

The Joy Luck Club movie vs. novel: Which one I like most?

We were reading the novel The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan since the January. At first, I felt so afraid that the book would be difficult and boring. As I continued reading, it seemed that I become a character of the beautiful novel. The book represents Chinese mother and American daughter, whereas my mother and I are Bangladeshi. In spite of this, I could compare and contrast my own life and mothers experiences with the mothers and daughters of The Joy Luck Club. As I was going to the end of the book, it attracted me much. I kept thinking that what would happen next. At last, I finished it last week and had a mixed feelings, happy, unhappy, sad, joy, or emptiness. I could not have recognized. Finally, I felt that the book was one of the best books I have ever read. Then I watched the movie as Ms. Fatema promised to show it. I thought that I would not enjoy the movie as I have already read the novel. Then I assumed that as the book is somehow critical, I could understand the movie entirely. However, the movie was good and most of the Chinese women in the movie were beautiful. I really liked them not only for their appearance but also for their acting. I felt that the book’s pages were passing in the screen. When I finished the movie, I was confused. Which one is best? The movie or the book? Though there were some changes in the movie and it was not detailed like the book, I enjoyed it a lot. It shows that Lindo killed her son or Lena had another boyfriend, which was not mentioned in the book. However, the entire film has the same massage the book has. For that reason, I liked it. To be candid, the film made me cry. I could not help crying, when I watched the scene, Suyuan left her twin daughter. How pathetic the situation was! I will not forget it. Finally, I want to say that I enjoyed the movie literally, as I read the novel before. Though analyzing the book, giving tests and having questions even from the movie (tomorrow) make me tensed and restless, I want to thank Ms. Fatema to give us the chance to read and watch wonderful The Joy Luck Club.

Queen Mother of The Western Sky

We finished reading The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan, a novel full of mythical stories, simile, metaphors, and symbols. If you understand these things, you can enjoy the novel literally. Therefore, I am going to explore the last parables of the novel, which help to understand the theme, climax, and character’s position in the next and final section.

In the parable “Queen Mother of Western the Sky” Amy Tan presents a short conversation between grandmother and her granddaughter. The old woman remembered about her life experience and belief, when she saw her granddaughter laughing without any reason. She said that she also had innocent and could laugh like the baby girl. As she grew up and started to realize that there was no value of innocence, she stopped laughing. Moreover, she gave the same lesson to her daughter. However, by watching the laughter of her grandchild, she understood that laughter is the symbol of hope and for a happy life human should laugh. Her hope is that, the baby will teach her hopeless mother that how to laugh forever.

The story signs that the mother could not have teach her daughter perfectly. She only believed on her on experiences and tried to teach her daughter. Now, her daughter is not happy, as she has no expectation from her life. Therefore, the mother will teach her daughter again that she should be hopeful. The mother always wants a better life for her daughter than her and thinks about her betterment. For example, in “Magpies”, we see that, An-mei told her daughter own life story for saying that if someone does not try to change his fate by utilizing opportunities, he should suffer in the long run. It is cowardly to curse own bad fortune, because it is happiness for others. Similarly, in “Waiting between the Wood”, Ying-Ying told her daughter about her struggle and sufferings in her life. As she did not give hope and observed everything, so deeply that she could manage her life again. It is her dream to give her sprit to her daughter Lena, so that she can be happy with her life.

The stories’ themes are similar to the parables. All mothers are trying to give their inner power to their daughters, as they do not want to see them unhappy. We can say that, if the parable was not presented, we cannot get the meanings, themes, and inner massages of the stories. Thus, we should realize the meaning of parables first. It is clear that Amy Tan wants to make understand the readers by using these parables.

wide anle and my response

Education is the most valuable things in the world. If we look at the history of human civilization, we will see that those countries are the leading countries in the world that are advanced in education. On the other hand, developing countries are not so upward in education sector. As we read a documentary film transcript in our reading and writing class, we knew about the image of education in some countries. Now, I am going to tell some of my personal experiences, which will help you to understand the condition of education system in Bangladesh.

It was 2000, when my mother and I went with my father’s workplace to live with him. As my father had a government residence in a village, I was admitted in the village school. There were a few students in my class from three villages. I was surprised comparing with my previous school, which was in my hometown. Additionally, I discovered that my classmate knew very little things and their books were not so good. As I found that I was familiar with most of the things of my new books, I lost my interest in new school and new curriculum. I did get some friends, but they were elder than me. Moreover, the girls used to talk about marriage. They used to say that they would be married within a short time. The classes were taken irregularly as the here teachers were not only insufficient but also irresponsible. There were a few students who passed exams and a fewer students who could pass class five. However, the girls were not sent to high school as it was far from the primary school and the boys joined in farm work or found it unnecessary to go high school. One day, a girl, who was reading in class five over 3-4 years, took me to her home and showed me her baby. I was so surprised that the girl played with me in the school time and now showing her baby. How could a schoolchild have baby? The villagers were also illiterate and a few of them were careful about the education of their children. I found one boy’s mother who was so eager about his study. Her husband and elder son were rickshaw puller, so she wanted to see her younger son educated and doing better job than his father and brother. However, I became sick and wished to study in my previous school, so my parents brought me back home and I was happy.

Though it was a long time ago and many things have improved within those years, the picture has not changed entirely. Early marriage, lack of teachers and schools, parents’ unawareness and illiteracy, and social stereotypes are main reasons for lack of education. I will present the present condition in my proposal!!!! Thank you.