Monday, June 15, 2026

Sipra's Diary: "Graffity of the Whole Food".

 Graffiti for Whole Food :*   RE

Long waiting is boring,

Impatience often goes on soaring,

So leaning against the side railing 

I shifted my attention towards ‘watching ‘

My new discovery, a debut:

A joyride of face-scanning journey

“A voyage in the Whole Food crowd!

 

Upwards and downwards two twin escalators 

Sliding with two sets of people

But each in the reverse ways;

The loyal machine continually running

Like a movie on the screen,

Most upcoming commuters

Carrying in hands Whole food bags,

Have an”all-done “  message 

Marked on their glowing faces !

 

Against the background music

Of buzzing noises I multitude.

I clicked invisible psychic  video,

And tweet each  shopperwith a caption

Of their faces and body expressions

That came by floating  in my mind ;

 

To the smiling faces I tweet,

“Nice, keep on happy guys:

The busy faces are twitted,

“O,I have yet miles to go “,

To the stern faces with frowning eyes

I twitted, ”Relax  babe , relax!

 

For the aggressive bully faces,

I send  a warning ,”beware of Dober man!

I tweet for the giggling youth ,

“ treasure a  bit  for future, you flamboyant

To some romantic clinging couple

With desperate exposer of mettle 

I send SMS’ Can you save 

A nano-dust f your sedimental love

Reserved for bedroom please?!

With the above Videos 

I all forms of   art:

Collage motif or mural

Wish to decorate the wall

With the title “Graffiti for the Whole Food “


                           Presented by ‘anonymous’!!

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Sunday, June 14, 2026

Sipra's Diary: Excerpt from "CANINE FABLE>Kkkp

 Last week I saw  dogs of different species have gathered in a  TV.centre with their owner for DNA-test. It seems dogs are happy to do that; each of them climbed  on the clinical table, opened the mouth and after taking the test coming down quickly for the next one; they didn't forget to give thanks by wagging their tails!

what will be the next project?


***Keeping their eggs in the canine -banks like the human female specie


Besides dog and cat, some people had started now to keep pig and turtle as a pet.

Suppose the eggs of all these animals are kept reserved in chambers like in Noah's ark; as the environmentalists guess the threat of global warming may cause deluge and catastrophe which is alarming.

 

God knows, who will hatch on to whose egg, and what will come out!

 Real havoc for human specie! There is a chance for the next generation to witness this earth to be occupied by random roaming half -men and half-beasts: 


the real apocalypse!.....

 

 The evolution of life started from one-celled amoeba to its' highest form of a human being. Now the egg-preserving banks are turning episode of an experimental conundrum in the evolutionary journey of life. 


We, the normal human figure with the unique full form of limbs may be promoted or (demoted !) as mythological creatures or maybe a super god in future! 


Who knows? The adage says history repeats itself!

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Sipra's Diary: Excerpt from >> "First Job". [Novel}---------------------......................................................................

 FIRST JOB         ( chap-1)

I reached the  International airport  of Mumbai  in time.This was the first time I came  there to pickup my friend's daughter,  Pallabi.
 Pallabi was coming back home after four years after finishing EMBA from the Columbia Business School. Pritha, Pallabi's mother had been sick from last five days; Pallabi was not informed of her mother's sickness. Pritha had been too weak to walk. 

Pallabi was surprised to see me alone. After embracing me she asked worriedly "what happened to my mother?  I answered    jokingly, "perhaps  She preferred to make delicious dishes  ready for you !"But after getting down from the car along with luggage I disclosed the truth in front of the entrance door.

  Mother and daughter embraced each other with the emotion of joy and tears!  Then Pallabi; screamed 'Ah!- the delicious smell of shrimp -malai curry; but why did you take so much trouble to cook, ma? You look so thin ' in an emotional voice, and surveyed her two arms softly with her palms! "

 Pritha replied, " Me? what trouble? It's a joy for me !"

After the lunch, Pallabi emptied the suitcase and heaped lot of gifts she brought for all of us. Pritha asked, 'What is the  joining date of your first job?'


"It's Monday, day after tomorrow ."

" My office is just in walking distance, behind the Inorbit Mall. 

 Pritha: "Well, today is Saturday; We will go to the Goregaon  temple of  Kalimata  before joining the first job for blessings of Godess." 

 

 " OK, ma. "

  I invited to take dinner in my apartment  which is just opposite to theirs, before leaving.

 

She got the job in this Investment bank in campus interview. She gave her choice to join in India. But the Main office was in London and America.


 The first day of the first job was full of excitement. Pallabi was amazed to see the elegant architecture of her office and its ultra-modern sophistication of security and other arrangements of the office! Her office was on the fourth floor:   ‘Strategy and Research’

She joined directly as junior VP; Arjun Shah, the VP, showed the full floor and her office. 

Pallavi noticed many heads raised like a crane above the glass cubicle with curious eyes,  to have a glance at her.


Arjun came with the Research team in the cafeteria at lunchtime and introduced her with the group of the team who were present there. All girls and boys were young, and unmarried, the first job for most of them. The company also launched the Mumbai branch newly, less than two years.

 

The groups bonded with friendship very quickly.   Gourmet food and drinks in expensive restaurants, the late-night show on Friday or taking a tour at the weekend, was the common bond to hook them together.

 They often sang merrily with claps on their way to celebrate  on Friday,  

 'Food, fashion, Friday /  eat, drink, be happy and gay/ 

 hey hey hey!'

  Keeping pace with the age of mobile SMS, they called each other with the curtailed name, full names were only in the nameplates of each one's cubicle.  Thus Sanjoy became Sanju, Saptarsee as Risi,, Bhargab as Argo, Subhendu as  Ben, Pallabi as Poly, Priyanka Gupta as PG, Konkona as Coco, Simmi remained as Simmi, Randeep  Paranjape as RP, Jitendra Singh as Jitu.
 As Pallabi and Subhendu both were Bengali  and good singers the team sitting on the beach with a bottle of drinks teased  them sometimes

"BenBong Poly-Bong /please stir us
   some sexy songs!
 charge us to 'swing-dance'
   with dangling bottles in  hands.'

 Jitu tried to stand for dance and it became  perfectly a natural 'swing dance' and the bottle with liquor spilt over the sand from his uncontrolled dangling hand No sooner Jitu also thudded on the ground with the mouth on the liquor-soaked sand..

Argo throw in indistinct voice, 'you the bugger, drunkard, can't even stand on feet and want to 'dance'! then he stretched hands to overturn a bottle on his open mouth but it was empty;  he threw it towards the sea; then the second bottle; that too was empty; he threw it more violently with a 'slang' word, looking to others;

… 'these  hungry gluttonies didn't spare even a drop!'


But first few months of joining  Pallavi remained reserved and maintained a distance with this group.
Partly because of her work presser; secondly, she was a comparatively little conservative to accept that fast life; especially she stays far from alcohol. She used to avoid them with some excuse. She enjoyed going everywhere with her mother, Pritha . It was Coco who always insisted on her to join.


Coco was Punjabi from Delhi;; but she studied from London School of Economics. She was attractive. Her dress, feature, English accent, frequent smoking of cigarette, the habit of drinking wine gave an impression of a snobbish European lady. When she strutted with her tight outfits and pencil heeled shoes through the corridor, whether male or female, young or old obviously threw a cryptic look to her. Coco was aware of that through her photochromic glasses. But there was always an aurora of  '
stay away from me' around her. 

 

From the beginning, Coco liked Pallavi.  She would come several times to her desk to divulge her all grievances against her boss and others. All the guys had a curiosity about Coco but not courage; They became friendly with Pallavi to get chance to be in touch with Coco.

Saturday, June 13, 2026

Sipra'sDiary: Poem > "ART OF ARTS"

 (  nfsps  Contest 2023)Entry  # 27 

:  “ART Of  ARTS”            

 Let the poetry be pristine and 

 untouched by any  ‘art’  

As itself  is the ‘art of arts’,

 Quintessential  form  of heart.

Art is another form of artificiality:

 alias of adulteration.

Let it sustain to express 

The freedom  of mind without fear 

Not to be bound with superstition,

 rules and regulations.

Let her remain savage 

as wild flowers; not to ornate 

With flowery language or burdened 

With pedantic knowledge.

Just like flowers bloom to spread fragrance ,

Let her spring the message 

Of  truth, beauty and goodness.

 

But who is there in near future 

To worry about the “art of poetry?”………..

In this digital age, as AI is ready 

to step in the literary garden !

Who will appeal or protect  in

 Custody the  “Art” of poetry ?

If the  ‘App’ in brain produce like casino coins 

Poems of love, loss, laughter

From the AI factory; to replace

The Athena’s Eden of literature;

Who cares for creativity? 

What future for ‘imagination’ or Academy  of….poets?...

 

Graveyard is ready, coffin is waiting ………

What   ‘epithet’ will be chosen  

To inscribe on the tombstone ? ................

 

”Step  softly,  a dream lies here!”

                   Or,

"The best is yet to come !....” .........

                  Of course ,

The ‘epithet also has to beborrowed’

  From Cemetery, or factory!! 

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Tuesday, June 9, 2026

Sipra's Diary : " DIGITAL TIME CAPSULE

  " DIGITAL TIME CAPSULE."  Oct  26/2021

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We passed over the cursed year of 2020wrapped under the uncomfortable comforter of pandemic fever.

We were   struggling and running with many existing problems such as global warming, ,climate pollution,  ice-melting immigration issues ,racism, demographic change.  etc. finally unprecedented Tsunami of covid-19 stroke and shook the global plinth with  fear , insecurity , uncertainty  and morbid psychosis . Though the problem was global but its impact was too grave to count on for America. Because 2020 was  the year of  presidential election. 

Suspension continued to its pinnacle starting from March onward with more and more increasing number of deaths ,creating more misfortune and panic. America though awkward and awfully unprepared in the beginning with number of deaths and shortage of medical appliances ,still handled the problem efficiently : both external problems of finance ,food ,job, education and simultaneously internal flow of   emotional tide. Internet performed an enormous philanthropic job; Zoom has crafted   with great care the fissure of social distances by arranging various activities and entertainments.                                                                       It saved the society from being crippled in isolation  or depression. Man and machine had never been so friendly to combat  with joint effort  to barricade  the bio-warfare . 

 Perhaps this pandemic will change our perceptions as well as our vision about digital age and  AI . Overflowing human love and empathy surged over the distress  of pandemic morphea  when the chorus voice  of New Yorkers poured in their gratitude   and reverence   at every evening at 7: PM, wishing for  the essential social workers : "Thank you" and "Long Live!" 

2020 will be marked as epochal year in the history of this millennium. 

..........................................................................................................................The message I wished to convey is : Any change ,whether good or bad   is inevitable truth on this ephemeral earth;

 Change is the driving force of time .We must take lesson from time ,from nature ;it is worthy for us to accept and abide by the unwritten laws of Nature &Time .During Covid -19 I wrote lots of pieces that sprouted in my mind.   I will finish with the last stanza of one of my poems   related to the topic; The title is :--

CHALLENGING TIME &  COVID _19   by Sipra .

'During the peak of pandemic, the new green leaves 

Of the spring cherished the message of bliss,

To regain lost courage , hope and dream!

 

Human race campaigned four billion years

With many more lethal viruses, 

But didn't extinguished;

(As did many other specie, say for,dinosaurs )

He still reigns over the universe,

Then why should we be anxious ?

Time leaps over the heaps of corpses

As if, passing over bough of cherry blossoms!

Can't we get rid of worries and fears of virus?

Chariot of Time will carry us

 Defying all obstacles.                                                           

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 

 

Sunday, June 7, 2026

Sipra's diary : "INCREDIBLE SPECIE"//#(2). Time the diety.

  INCREDIBLE SPECIE (M)4 L=14 /W=86      sipra Roy

 Human race campaigned four billion years 

With many more lethal viruses

But did not extinguished like dinosaurs

Or some other specie like mammoth or platypus

He still reigns over the creatures in the universe;

Then why in Covid-19 should we be so anxious?

 

Time leaps over the heaps of pandemic -corpse,

As if, passing over the bough of cherry-blossoms;

Utterly impassive of human traumatic conditions.

 If we can’t get rid of worries and fears of present virus,

Chariot of Time will carry us, defying all obstacle.


Dated>  April23/,2023


#(2)    Time The Diety


Once  in my  outrageous hay days 


Time whispered to me -


I have  urgent message for you to  convey!


I didn't pay ear to obey.


After a long time  I remember him 


When   fate, fortune ,friends 


Left me alone !


With frail body feeble voice 


I howl silent cry to hear the reply:


"Once the moment  passed by ,


It is missed forever !


I wait for none,   never !"


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Sipra's Diary : "ASTROLOGER'S PREDICTION"

 

Astrologer’s Prediction                    words= 633[# 47]


There lived a brahmin astrologer with his two amazon wives and six children.

He earned reputation as an astrologer for his accurate prediction about one's future. Almost five six days in week  he was invited by his clients to go nearby villages or small town . 

So in summer, he used to go  out in town early morning  so that he could comeback before the afternoon. His earning was good and spent quite peaceful life in the family. Seldom any  neighbor peeped  his cottage in fear to  encounter of his two  quarrelsome wives.

One hot summer, the astrologer took a shortcut path through 'the bank of the revulet near the burning ghat'  [crematory place], to return home.  Suddenly a skull of  dead body came in his notice. He was surprised to notice the forehead of the skull was marked distinctly:                  "something more is still due to you!"

It is well-known fact that death is the end of life; freedom from all mundane suffering with the burning of body. So it was queer to notice the prophecy written on the skull  of the deadman.

Out of great curiosity and for research the astrologer picked up the skull, wrapped in a piece of  silky jute cloth and kept carefully in his bag carrying books and  precious herbs, talismans   etc,......

The astrologer had a small metal-box which  also he used to take with him while visiting clients. After coming home he kept the  wrapped skull in the metal box which was kept secured near his worshipping place. 

Every morning the astrologer  studied  the skull minutely before going out,  and after coming home...2/3 months passed by with no change .

The astrologer was almost convinced about his research that a skull was free from earthly miseries. 

The two wives became aware of the changing  behavior pattern  to  their husband. 

They discussed among themselves and decided to open the metal box as their husband left home in the morning. They found out the skull wrapped in silken red colored jute  cloth. The two women came into conclusion that the skull must be of some young woman with whom their husband was involved in secret love! And this illicit love was so deep that   their husband was unable to free himself from attachment.  They must take some action against the  skull.

The two women in anger and revenge threw the metal box in the backyard with abusing words  or the absent husband: 

"imposter,"  "disloyal, " "betrayer!

Then they broke the skull into pieces by striking with a rock. Six children came outside the room to see their warrior moms! The older mom cleaned the broken parts of skull with a broomstick towards drain ; while the other mom pour water from a bucket. Two moms cried out, for the crowded children, 

 " hey piglets  of dirty hog !

Come down sharp to us !"

" Spit on the crushed skull flowing in the drain; You all have to pee or poop on it ." 

The children spat forcefully and tried to obey their moms  for the rest.

 By the time the astrologer reached his home; He saw his metal box lying opened in the backyard and all staffs are strewn around;  his six children busy on drain in a queue; then was terrified to observe his enraged wives with rock and broomstick !

He asked with trembling voice , "What happened to you ? 

He exempted the children from punishment to go inside the room !

He heard with patience the cause of grievance from his wives.

He divulged the true story of the skull to them: He brought the skull for his own  research-work  and  he was now convinced and more confident about himself and about his own prediction.

If he did not bring the skull at home then it remained as skull for  ever!     

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