Sipra's Diary.>>."..MEMOIR , Democracy, literature ...."[. July,2026]

 

     [about Memoir,  Democracy in literature, ….

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Autobiography or Memoir is written on the basis of one’s ability to collect memories, as one needs to retain or mark the past events and images.

We passed through variety of experiences and covering the whole gamut of emotions in life: Joys and sorrows, love and hate, loss and gain.

 I take part in several memoir classes of seniors.  We share our stories with one another in memoir classes. The focus of most seniors highlight the negative side of life: Such as disease(like cancer),death of beloved near and dear one, neglected and tortured childhood, painful delivery of baby or loss of baby, unhappy marriage ending in divorce, victim of rape, racism, survival of holocaust and so on. These are really hard part of life which is too painful to forget. But isn’t life something more?

    Why fun, humor, at least  experience of occasional stupidity that are experienced in everyday life are so rare to  share  with  the readers to make  them laugh? Bright side of life  remain often shadowed in most memoirs. 

Chirle Chaplin once said,” A day without laughter is a day wasted; laughter is the tonic, a relief from pain. “

    Really, life is a tragedy when seen in close up, but become comedy in long shot; So better to view life not through microscope, but telescope. 

Memoir is a kind of psychotherapy. Sad moments loose the edginess through catharsis; it becomes metamorphosis in the process of long gap of time !

    In my perception literature is turning to be feminine in gender; female contribution in poetry, fiction, children’s book, and specially cook books and  memoirs  is greater/ larger than that of  the  counter gender. From the latest trend it seems to me that library and bookstores will be flooded with cook-books and memoir(of the female), except  academic books for the schools and colleges. 

Is it the future of our literature? Is it desirable at all in literary world?

It is global pride for the greater participation of women due to the development of  girls’  education..  But there should be balance in every field.

‘Law of diminishing returns’ in Economics is not desirable in literature at all.

Then what causes this imbalance or discrepancy?

Is it that interest of male is declining   in literature? Or, piles of cookbooks and personal memoirs are occupying/ (invading!) the intellectual field? In the battle of quality Vs quantity, the quantitative progress should be controlled; so that it does not   supercede  Quality.

It doesn’t indicate the uprising of literature.

 

Under the preference and blessing of internet, number of writers are growing  more than that of  readers. In this age of Podcast, Instagram,  spotify etc.  people have neither time nor interest  to read lengthy pieces . 

        Literature is same as the Garden of Eden; Whom to pray to save it from being occupied by weeds and parasites?  To Athena or  to Minerva? or Saraswati  or to surrender  at the alter of AI  or ChatGpt?

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Sipra's Diary: BANKCRUPTSY OF ARISTOCRACY

           

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Bankcruptsy of Aristocracy:  w:148/L:30--Sipra Roy 

 Awake Washington, awake Lincoln,
 Can't you see the new 'Towers of Powers'
 Actually announces your powerlessness'!
 Once the 'sniffy tycoon of 5th avenue,

 East Manhattan, J.P Morgan, Come out!
 Come out Rockerfellar, Carnegie Melon, 

 Bursting forth your tombs to save your land!

Look, some crimson red stars from your flag

Are becoming pale, losing past glare!
Your glory along aristocracy is shifting to strangers,
Who have the least contribution or legal claim!

The wind from the Atlantic  ocean
Carries the sigh, and cry of the river Hudson; So long
The view of Hudson was shared by the common!
But now the rise of mega-rich boom eclipsed the sun.

        Who is there  now to lead
The rise of New York's outrageous fortune
Trudging to the right path: as a tribute to the nation?
Recall the old spirits! recall  some neo- Rockefeller
                   For resurrection !.

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Sipra'sDiary: with commentary: " WAILING WAVES">

             "Wailing  Waves"

In the beginning this vast  earth  

Was Surrounded by only water of  oceans;

Our  earth  snatched land out of  it !

So ocean howls to scoop and  grab 

His  once  lost land to own!

Watching waves  of   the ocean 

Is somewhat like meditation!

Whether high or low no matter                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               To observe them is fun and wonder; 

How are they  restless and never tired!

The ocean roars in rage that echo

From  the shore up to the  sky

To convey the message :

"I store so much spirit and romance

 In the depth of my wounded  heart,

 I felt  helpless for my robbed part.

  So throughout my life 

 I am restlessly howl-- 

Dashing wildly against the shore

Burst fourth my emotion in silvery foames 

And run along to convey my eternal message,

--"  I love you , I miss you !"........ 

Let me win to own you once again!..............

COMMENTARY :

Last few years the drumbeat for predictions of the modern age about future apocalypses is buzzing : Global warming , ice -melting , climate change,   environmental pollution,  swelling of the ocean water   causing frequent  flood  and deluge have   become alarming to public  concern. Though climate change is a repetition of the old historical evidence since Noha's ark  of Biblical age

Water! Where life bubbles first, is becoming a terror! The earth was

surrounded  by water  in the beginning of creation!

One  fourth of the land we are living has been  once robbed like pirates, from the ocean .

Since then the ocean roars in fury and sends the Waves like a fleet of armies to get back  his  lost land , to reign over the planet earth ,to monopolize  on earth!

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Sipra's Diary >[PP] Poem : " REGRET"// July ,2026

                         Regret 

 To become  more pure, even gold

Needed to be melted  more !

 Human soul, too, becomes enlightened  

If it is tormented more by emotional fire.

Regret generates from ‘forgive and forget’

We can't forgive until we are tormented,

Lament is self-repentance by inner judgment 

And not by any outer element!.................

 

I regret so many times for failure of not doing,

What I wished to do for some near and dear ones;

They passed away in silence without any grievance.

I can't forgive my lackluster or deliberate  negligence!

I regret for counting  meaningless sentimental thorn;

Which is tiny, still enough power to prick pain!

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Sipra's. Diary : @@@ MONOLOGUE>. Why can't I?

      MONOLOGUE

                            
"If happy little bluebird can fly,

O, why, why can't I ?"...........

   I was listening to the music; ... true,  why am I lagging behind the time?
 
Why can't I overcome my shortcoming? Why, why do I fail to keep in pace and rhythm !  If I can't then 

 I  will lag behind the time.   I am suffering for my. incompetence of tech-knowledge. I went library and some senior centre to fulfil the purpose but in. vain. most seniors are interested in  learning only social

 media; Facebook  WhatsApp, photo, music, games ,   movie etc and not more than that; The instructor 

also was in service for the majority. Nobody

had an interest in learning MS words or other things. I wanted to learn thoroughly like a student in

school/college.

I wish some philanthropist to come and teach people like us who are  still eager to learn, to walk

with  the rhythm of time.

In this technology-driven world, people have  to grasp  over technology well .

I love writing.; and I wanted to protect my stuff.  But very often they become vanished.  So  being

frustrated I tried to go back to the traditional land of pen and paper. But the computer  fascinated

me so much in a short period that I lost the old track. In this conflict between computer and pen

and paper, I am confused to decide where should I land my pad-craft to sprinkle  ink and  convert my

thought into script /print?  Under the pressure of this dilemma, my writing spirit began to dwindle.

My brother suggested  me to take a job in the library,  post-Office or  in StarBucks,  since every institution

is digital, It may be helpful for me.

I can try in the library in my neighbourhood. I have to be a volunteer as a computer teacher  for the

Beginner class for a certain period.   Hope I' am able enough to take the "beginners ' class with my

 limited digital knowledge.

 But, Instead of that, why not to try in a publishing house?

             Pioneering ventures into little known waters?

                                                                              "Wading in water,/Wading in water".......

Sipra's diary : " Am I Nobody?"-----[July ,2026]

      AM I NOBODY?    Sipra Roy      LINES   >40

 

When I came to New York as visitor mom,

First time I heard of Emily Dickinson,

As I visited Morgan Museum, where 

Her Birthday was going celebrated by the Museum.

 

I noticed at the main entrance,” Who are You?”

Written in giant letters, welcoming the visitors !

Though I was ignorant of the fact that it was excerpt 

From her verse, I was little confused but greatly hooked.

 

Inside the hall lots of excerpts from poems and poet’s portrait 

Were for display on the wall; my daughter took me upstairs

I noticed there a ‘poetry workshop’ led by an Interne of Harvard 

My daughter registered my name sensing my interest.

I enjoyed the class that sparked me to add  some thought;

“Who are you?  Are you nobody too? Then let us  paired.”

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 (Self ):-

……….How nice to be self-banished

           Under the shadow of Nobody!

 

           The truth is that I crave to be somebody.

           Like everybody does on earth.

           When the eternal ambition of humanity

           Aims to shine  as 'somebody' 

          That  often remains unfulfilled!

            Seeking  shelter  under the umbrella of  

           Familiarity  for comfort and self consolation.

          " Of course grapes are sour," if it is beyond reach!’

           To become somebody is dreary .

           Why?

            As to bear the bug of identity 

            Paired with the crisis that 

            Runs parallel; 

            Chased by social insects,  name,

            Fame ,glories: maladies of modern time!

            Still achieving  dream through these maladies

            Is  the 'paradox' of life  !!

 

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Sipra's Diary:. " Wilds are no more wild "> ]July 2026]

 Wild Are No More Wild 

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      Can you imagine dragon as pet? Yes, I Have eye witnessed it.. People now started loving dragon which was once terrorizing carnivorous animal!

 

Millions and millions of years ago before the arrival of human species, giant dinosaur and dragon reigned the earth.

 

. Through the passage of time, most of them disappeared by nature’s selection; but some scientists think that some of the species are still living.. Through the passage of time and eco-environmental influence the shape and size of their predecessors changed.

I was invited to my son’s friend house in Austin, Tx. I saw a huge empty glass-box in the drawing room that looked like an aquarium. At first sight, I thought all fish in the aquarium  were dead.  Emily the owner of the house made it clear to me that it was the dwelling place of her pet dragon; actually, it was luxurious glass-apartment with two artificial caves and cactus pebbles shells scattered around the glass house.  the dragon was sleeping  inside the cave of the aquarium.; A white cement or( brownish ) coloured creature seemed to be, 4/5 pound by weight.                                                   

“Is it its sleeping time now?”

“No, no, perhaps the heat of the summer makes it tired; it is relaxing the coolness of A.C. “Emily took out the pet in her lap dotingly to give it the comfort of coolness directly.

 

“Wow, what a surprise!”……….Though inwardly I was feeling disgusting and full of irritation!

Like a human baby with head near the shoulder of Emily and clutching the dress on her chest with claws of two fore-legs, by moving its neck  started looking at us with unwelcoming glance  and relactance , but surprisingly not curious!  

 

    I thought with much disgust  ‘what for it is tired! …,…A creature once living on the rough surface of rocks and sand of the earth and praying hard for its food in the jungle and now being treated like a prodigal son of a wealthy man!’

 

But outwardly I asked politely “what does it eat? “

“live cockroaches, worms insects.  It never takes anything dead,” Emily declared quite proudly. As if its food habit is sophisticated!While we were talking, the dragon was taking a tour from lap to lap of the kids and finally to the lap of my daughter-in-law who was giving massage to its back. 

Emily said to me joyfully ” Look , how it loves massage; it loves Karen because it gets massage from her .”

I said, “yes its eyes are half-closed in physical ease.” Karen is a high rated chiro practitioner and this carnivorous is getting ‘free service’!
"Lucky star"! .She handed over it to Emily.

 I noticed its nails are long and sharp enough to pierce our skin like a surgeon’s knife. 

“How old is it?”

“Three and half years”.   “Is it a female?”      

 “No, male.”   “ How do you define its gender”?  Emily pulled one of its hind legs with some white lines that emit some odour which the only fellow female partner gets. 

“How do you know so much about them?  From   the internet or book?”

“The owner of the pet shop supplies all this information to me.

Has it any children?”  “No, I never took him to a pet shop for that purpose.”

 I said to myself ’thank god”! But throw a comment jokingly So you compelled it to forced celibacy”.

Emily informed  “dragons don’t like community living. They began to fight as soon as they meet another one”.

I was watching closely : a combination of little white cement and light brownish in colour; it looks  very clean and as fresh as just  as taken  a shower; two  distinct  ear holes, as big as human;  the bow-shaped  mouth stretched from left to right  nearing  below the ear-hole; two big drowsy eyes with poetic and romantic glances !

Observing my curiosity and interest Emily asked me,” Do you want to take it in lap?”

“yes “. I stretched my arms.

As  Emily made herself free from the clutch of claws, the dragon opened its mouth for yawning and I saw a clear hole like Comodo in its long tongue.  I screamed and jumped back to the wall by instinct;
Noticing its tongue   I asked in panic  ,”does it spit ?”

“Yes, they spit ; but this fellow doesn’t..........

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