Sipra's Diary:[posted-Nov 2023] POEM#. "Ode to the Transformative Journey".............

 Hi 

I submit this poem    to the prompt  of Rumi "Let the beauty .....      

  :Ode To The Transformative journey:  by   Sipra Roy

Beauty  is not always 'given'

But our mental projection;

The real "beauty" of Beauty springs from 

Creative mind : that's  why the poet sings,

'Half-created beauty' which any object inherits.

 Green sooting leaves  of the spring 

Bring joy; but the spinning dry leaves in the wind  

Around the barren mother-plant 

Have  also  other shade of beauty; 

It is our perception and love that  add  colour 

To the  great and small that god makes for all,

If  we  embrace change and  add love, even  

Hell  is transformed into adorable Heaven! 

Dipped in the ambrosia of perfect perception.

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Sipra's Diary: [pre-posted ] Tyranny of good habit -4-6-2026

 

Sipra's Diary :;Tyranny of good habit.  [nov3/2018]

I wrote  how 'good habits'also sometimes,turns to be a tyrant. I woke up early at dawn, try to do meditation, some free hand exercise, a little  morning walk, an elaborate shower;to use fresh clothes after shower which is quite a luxury here and the problem is that I can not make myself free from this grit of routine.

The day I spend the morning on relaxing out of routine, I feel lethargic whole day ; why can't I take a laissez-faire? 

I saw my grandma spent last 30/35 years just eating sleeping gossiping and enjoying  nursing like regular oil-massage in body and feet ,she passed away at her eighty. 

But my mother had to remain active as my brother and his wife both were busy doctors. But I have no such compulsion.My mother used to say that engaging in work keeps body and mind fit.My mother-in-law used to say 'work means worth' otherwise  life is meaningless; empty without work. Perhaps I am encompassed with all these  sermons tightly.

Now searching 'google' has been my latest bug,  added to that grit of routine. However hectic is my Sunday, if I don't see article of David Remnick from  Sunday 'archives', the day seemed to be on fasting; it is not exactly his article but the 'links' given by him are  very selective and unique.In september, just at the beginning of Fall session the article "School"pulled  the memory of my school life with a jerk.

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Sipra's Diary : ( Poem +Comment)." New York"

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About the Poem

 

 

This poem itself  seem  a great metaphor for me . 

As a newcomer  to this land  I felt myself  a lonely sailor in the vast unfamiliar city. Many a sleepless midnight, I looked the deserted avenues; through my window  and  stared at the high rise  buildings whose structures were lost  in the dark ; but the windows  from these buildings with their blinking lights conveyed speechless message which touched the spirit that metropolis bears. I  asked  myself  who is ‘Ancient Mariner’,- me ,or this Metropolis itself  ?

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 NEW YORK:   Sipra Roy

Metropolis, you always remind me 

Of the thirsty ‘Ancient Mariner’ 

Who sailing across the sea

‘Once wailed, ‘water, water everywhere 

Not a drop to drink’.

 

Here also incessant waves of people after people

But all are a nameless mass of crowd;

Not a single heart to beat for you

Or an eager ear to spare some moments for you!

Nor a thirsty eye looking for you!

Metropolis, yet we all love you!

 

What aptitude you owe to magnet

This vast crowd enchanted in you!

It is something more than the mere

Stakeholders to draw fame, fortune

Money or dream; or change of destiny. 

Though the ‘city of light ‘ never closes its eyes!

Behind the buzzing life a lonely soul cries;

By nature you tend to drift inward.

Standing like a monk on the bank of Atlantic

Letting the Hudson worship your feet;

You are divinely indifferent to what the city seeks,

You rarely care for name, fame, love or hate                                    

Everything is left on Time who awaits .

 

Metropolis! Are you only care-giver of this mob !

Who of this vast mass come out of your womb?

Who will be there to lit a candle in your tomb?

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About the Poem

 

 

This poem itself  is a great metaphor for  me . 

As a newcomer I felt myself like a lonely sailor in the vast unfamiliar city. 

Many a sleepless midnight, I looked the deserted avenues; through my window  and  stared at the high rise  buildings whose structures were lost in the dark ; 

but the windows  from these buildings with their blinking lights conveyed speechless message which touched the spirit that metropolis bears. I  asked  myself  who is ‘Ancient Mariner’-,- me ,or this Metropolis itself  ?

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Sipra's Diary: DRAMA>> "Drollery of Pickpocket"

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Title : Drollery of Pickpocket. :Time:12' to 25' Minutes India./. TIME : 1965.

Genre: HUMAR

 Protagonist :Gargi. 

Antagonist; Pickpocket
Other characters : Two friends of gargi , Few college students (both girls and boys and others).
Venue : ...... Public double-decker bus-stand.  + Ladies'hostel
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The Narrator :
Calcutta was the #1 One overpopulated megacity of the world at the time of 1960s . It was hard to take ride into the bus during office hours in any mid- stoppage, as the buses became full at the starting point. From 9am to10Am. morning and 4:30--5:30 Pm. was the peek hours .

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Act One Scene 1
Gargi with two other friends came outside of the university gate; 

Shenoticed some of their known friends taking chat excitedly:

 Someone suggested ," Instead of waiting it's better for us to take a walk for home; perhaps by this time ,we could have reached home safely.

Gargi. asked them: ' Hi, do you know how long the last bus left this stoppage?"
They( crushing their teeth) said in chorus voice ,"just now!

 Ju--st now two overloaded buses, successively like tweens, passed by us.

without halting the stoppage ! The conductor waived his hand to mean he had no other way !".
Gargi :" Looking at the watch , it 'sjust 4 o' clock! She thought it shouldn't be so ,!

A commuter : Today there is a mammoth gathering in Esplanade for Election campaign. So some roads have been blocked ; Only two buses are available from here."
Gargi : O, I see .

Mallika screamed :"voila , some bus is coming !" to get ready she jumped down the road from side ways so that bus couldn't cross. Gargi : " Lo! you seemed to become a patriot , a crusador for getting boarded to the bus !".......

Just like warriors in army, they somehow boarded the bus... . Another fight was waiting for Gargi ;because she hast to drop also in the mid way .

( Scene -11)
Reaching to the hostel Gargi was very excited to show her new purse just bought on the very day, to her roommates . But she searched and searched inside the big bag, for carrying books and copies , but in vain .
Roommate (Looking eagerly ) commented : A-ww-h, it'sgone , now it must be owned by the wife or girlfriend of the pickpocket.
Gargi sat sadly . She looked tired : 

"you know, I bought it from the fancy showroom of the College Street. It attracted me from the showcase ; I entered the shop and bought that exotic purse which was Quite expensive for a student . But I needed some new to replace the old one; ( she ,as if, justified herself for being extravagant ) I emptied my old shaggy purse for that new one .Then I Put my two library cards of the university ,another one of the British Library ,and 3 copies of passport sized photo into the  new purse but not a single penny was left for the purse ! Because I spent all the money for it.

While putting the new purse inside my side bag safely , I imagined proudly that it would be 'Owner's pride and neighbour's envy"

 ..... Roommate snatched the conversation: HA-,Ha ha! 

" Pride has now crowned to somebody else's fortune......

Other roommate added : the thief must shower a plethora of abusing words for you, for not having a single penny and that too , a lady's purse which would be of no use for him ! You have spoiled his toilsome risky effort of the day !

Gargi became irritated with this jokes . 

She murmured sadly "it was too uncommon to find the second one ! She had to bother for issuing new library cards for having access to the library But she was really anxious to think of her address and photos which evidenced her personal informations; If the pickpocket belonged to gang and tried to exploit her ! She heard Calcutta was a notorious place for professional pick pocket gang who are trained ( in special institute ) under gang leader. She was worried
It made the roommates also worried ,they came near her to console , sincerely .
Kajol, one of the roommate ,Said ,'my uncle is chief inspector in Lal Bajar Police Station. Let me report him the fact and ask for his suggestion !

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After passing two days in tension, Gargi got a parcel delivered from the Post office . She opened it curiously and screamed in surprise and joy to see her lost new purse ! She hurriedly pulled the chain to open all the folders and relieved to see everything in place But she found out an additional envelop in one of the folder. She unfolded the paper which was actually a note for her :

"Hey, penny-pinching lady, don't you feel ashamed to move with empty purse, wretched than a beggar? I have to spend even the postage from my own pocket! Such a disgraceful instance in the biographical history of pickpockets in the world !"

" Gargi commented emotionally,
" Thank god ! honesty is not eloped still from this earth !
Kajol grinned and winked eyes to other roommate to say ,
' no god to thank at all , my friend ! It is your "photo"left inside the purse !
....Hmm, what to expect next ?”
I am sure very soon a  extra-juicy "love letter" from this Roam-antique- fellow will come addressing you :
Hello , Heart-picker [or broker/breaker ?] , ..........
Gargi blew the rolled newspaper to her...
--" you mean,  silly creatures  !'. . ..

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Sipra'sDiary : " HIDDN POWER" &. "DAY & NIGHT"

 #(1) Hidden Power   W=32 //L-8

  We are as kids 

  Remain clasps-in-buds,

  But immense power 

  Stored within us .

 As soon as we wish 

 To open our fists,         

 The dazzling stars 

 Come out, bewildering the universe.

#( 2)  Day And Night     W=59//L=10

Each day before the sun sets

Illuminating the horizon in the west,

Consoles the earth to come back 

With the blessings for a new day.

We must accept joys, sorrows equally 

As inseparable part of life ;

Following the rules of day and night:

Must pray peace and prosperity,

To make other's life richer!

By bringing smile and cheer .

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Sipra's Dairy: (OPAP,FSPA) "Wonder"!

                  WONDER: Sipra Roy /words-118

 

 If   observable universe looks like  sphere , 

 

  I wonder how the scientists speculate

 

 The shape of the universe, without 'surveying'!

 

  How do they calculate? 

By applying algebraic formula   ? 

 

 Or photocopy of the nebulae that remains

 

As budding idea innate in the brain! 

 

 Waiting  for some big bang in Imagination!

 

To bloom like celestial flower?

                                                                                          

 

One day, I dreamt the universe explodes 

 

Like a vast fire-cracker in multicolor which

                                                                                         

Resembles the 'sparks from radium' of Madam Curie!

                                                                                          

Holding the human brain  in clasp of protected  skull, 

                                                                                          

Which were spinning with the speed of light year!

                                                                                          

I woke up with sweat but found my troubled head 

                                                                                     

'Instead of spinning', resting safe on  the pillow in  bed !

 

 

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Sipra's Diary: "PHISHING ON PHISH

Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Sipra's Diary: phishing on fish........ [ fugitive]

 In Norway, New York and Canada  wild Salmons are very tasty but too expensive to be affordable to buy for many. S some fish entraprenuer started to breed the same fish in artificial lake near by the sea .But these 'farmed fish' was found not as tasty as wild salmon.After research it was discovered that fish in ocean have to struggle hard  in fear to save their lives from the predators  This fear cause some hormone from  their gland which make the natural wild fish tasty. Then the fish businessman  left some baby shark in the lake so that they can cause that hormone in the gland of farmed fish to become tastier.

Whole Food is famous for the variety of fresh fish. In UsA every fish-tray bear their historical biography written over each packet with date, rate, weight and price. some fish-crushed customer bought 3 packets of wild fish onsite. 

But he did not relish it as tasty as it should be. He then took other two packets to the food inspector for verifying its genuinety.  After knowing that it was  raised as farmed  he came the manager of the whole food. with a complaint. In USA the business stand on law and  ethics ,quite  different from Asian countries  like India or China, where business model stands not  strictly on ethics but on profit.:Adulteration  is detected even in babyfood!

The man demanded justice : why fake informations were written on the packets. The man was resistant to change or taking back money  from the counter, as most customers do. So the case went on for a long time :Whole food vs fish agent. At last, the fish agent admitted that the fish was in the farming lake nearby ocean ; but somehow some of them jumped to the ocean to grew up as wild salmon; So both farmed and wild .

The customer alleged :'in that case, it should be marked on the packet "from farm to ocean" or "Fugitive."

Bravo!

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 In 2015 my brother went Puri in India .Puri is situated on the bank of Bay of Bengal.He stayed in some resort nearby the sea.  He used to walk early morning  for a walk and also to see  unloading of  the fishing boat.it was amazing to see many never-seen rare sea creatures in the fishing nets. Every time he met a man who became familiar to my brother.  He was Keralian   and worked in a fish research company in Tamilnadu  My brother noticed that man took out a small container from  his side bag  to give the fisherman  who collected something  taken out  nearby from the gills. of fish  

 Oneday my brother asked him curiously,"What do you collect from the heads of fish? What do you do with that ? 

The man replied" I work in a fish research company in Tamilnadu. I will send those collection from fish to the company .There the fish  in farms are fed  these glands ,which help the fish grow and  become heavy-weight in very short period. Calcutta is the biggest customer of this company.   These fish are at least from 10 to 15/20 "  kilos .The price is much cheaper than the local fish .   They are sold to all hotels /restaurents, big or small, marriage party and social gathering "" _ . 

  ' O,I see." 

I heard this from my brother and remembered in flash back related to this story.

My husband used to avoid fish in any party and also told me to follow him. Though  I did not know this  off-scene story in detail before , but I have seen whenever I took that fish ,I had stomach trouble.  When my elder brother was   posted as railway officer in Sealdah station, I heard from him that at midnight fish wagons from Tamilnadu are  unloaded   from midnight  and finished before 3 AM in the local  platforms .The platforms are without crowd  at that time ,but the vagabond platform   kids , both  teen sand adults wake up and wait  for this golden moment As the wagons move away from the platform after the unloading is done  they become enthusiastically active to clean the platform and the rail line . They gather a lot of scattered fish from platform and under dirty rail line which are  slipped from the porters  hands as the porters have to hurry to unload quickly; as they need  the platform to be cleaned and fresh (without fish-odor )before 3:30AM for starting of the local trains peacefully.  

The vagabond kids living on platform  have a good earning by selling the free fish .But the money are used not only for food but mostly in abusive activities.   

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