Sipra's Diary: ...Mother's Day [2026]

 

                                                                    

                                            FIRST GIFT FOR THE MOTHERS’ DAY

 

 

 

As I grew up in India I did not know or hear about   anything  such as  Mothers’ Day. Perhaps all days  in India are considered as Mothers’ day ; Or importance of mothers is taken for granted  without any celebration

      Anyway I came to visit my son in US first on May, 2001.  He lived in Austin . When the  wife of my son ‘s friend asked him what was his plan to celebrate Mothers’ Day ,I thought  it to be celebration of my first visit to him. 

Next day we had a plan to visit San Antonio, the old capitol of Texas.  On the way there was a great Factory Outlet. I had not interest to halt there because I had no idea that it was worth of seeing.  All the  branded rare articles of the world were available  there and in cheaper price.  It was somewhat like exhibition. My  son bought  a beautiful lemon color coat for me and  a shaving set  for his father  who was very happy to get it. 

I said,” Why, a coat in summer!”

My husband said,” Do you think winter will never come?  He is giving this gift for a special occasion .”

“ Yes mom, it is for the Mother’s Day; you won’t get this brand anywhere at this price! You are free to buy some other items of your choice; but I will not change this one.”

“Ok, Ok, it is really nice ;”

That was the first gift of Mothers’ Day in my life. It is still with me .

 

Now I asked myself why a single day in calendar was not marked  in India to be celebrated for mothers? 

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          My Mother   by Sipra Roy. 

  

    In childhood, love and care of mother 

     Was 'taken for granted' as rain water. 

     I realized her worth after becoming mother! 

     She was calm, kind, caring and ever smiling; 

      Symbol of unselfish love and sacrifice,

     Source of all joy and forgiveness; 

     I never saw her to grumble with grievance.

      She was adorable to make for us  

      The 'sweet home ' abode of joy and peace !

       She was the role model of feminine in my life 

      I never reached to become such sublime!

      Where would I been if you did not bring?

      I want to come back in your lap in every birth!

     Billon of mothers, trillion of children in the universe,

     But to me, She is the best and unique of all mothers!

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Sipra's Diary : "Hukka -Hua"

 

Sipra's Diary : " Hukki-Hua "

                                              "Hukki-Hua..."

 Philosophical definition of    ' human' is = animality plus humanity.It means animality i.e  some animal symptom is inherent in human.

The fox howls four times  at  every quarter of night. First the leader starts" hukki hua--" ;then  its team join in chorus .Their bodies  are biologically orchestrated  to  do so. Because they do it throughout the year, and not seasonal , so it is sure  that it is not for mating . May be they have different groups;   they are territorial. So Every leader of the group  protects their own area for food hunting by giving alarming call to others." look,we are alert and awake ,don't dare to invade!'.......

  Anyway we ,the human specie dedicatedly follow that' hukki-hua'  symptom in the matter of media and public news  propaganda; starting from the last  long period that orchestrated  noise was continuously going on as background music for : global warming, ice-melting environmental pollution . Then the bombard bursting of   unprecedented financial crash in 2008 became louder to bear and subside the previous one less audible ,though  not erased. 

But the  blow of covid -19 swept over all those  existing previous shouts of hukki Hua, under .the mini tsunami of : panic fear and  uncertainty of fragile future. 

But "time and tide never stops ". Another wave of police brutality dug the painful past of 200 years back into the  land of memory of racial  inequality and injustice; the inhuman way of killing an African American  under the pressure of  knee, as if, proposing for marriage with diamond ring  in a novel style of kneeling , but with hands  unusually tucked in pockets! 

This  instigated mass fury and it woke up  genie  of mass agitation  taking the living  form of :                                            "BLACK  LIVES    MATTER"  And last but not least ,along all these chaos ,confusion, and complexities, the most important event of suspense of wizard democracy:the Election of 2020!   

who will win: Republican or democrats /Democrats  or republican?

 Head or Tail ! Toss and tell:

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After four years we came Calcutta , my motherland . Just two days ago the biggest Drama of  democracy has accomplished .  Friend circle  adviced not to go outside on fourth May ,as it is the day of vote -counting .  But outside our building peaceful atmosphere . It was good that we take long rest throughout the day...........Battle of ballot box   topples   over    the  battle of bullet!

Sipra's Diary:

 

         Stages of Evolution" from Words

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Title of the Art-piece for#2 event for   https//:100tpc.org  

   

 

Title:   Stages of evolution through Nebulae:  Sipra Roy

 

 

 

Through churning of the ocean for purifying

With spiral forces of twin serpents.

 

From one-celled ameoba : Life origins

To its finest manifestation: Human being,

Crowned with brain in thousand-petals 

As bright as flame.!!

 

Embrace all changes ,-chaos or charismatic,

Flow   with Nature who is  the wisest mentor!!

                                                                      Sipra Roy

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Sipra's Diary: "Issues of The Pickpocket".

  .......EXCERPT from the .............

They were walking towards the bus-stand . Rashmi put on her goggles from her vanity bag, partly for the bright sun  and mainly to hide her tremendous emotions for Pankaj. 

She pretended to ask casually : 

"This coming Thursday is 15th august , National  holiday . Can we  plan  some program to spend the day.....?"   

[RASHMI was extremely cautious to omit ...."together" ].

Pankaj:  Umm,  not a bad idea!   Do you like to watch Movie?

Rashmi:  Very much!  Specially, romantic  Bollywood movie.  But I rarely get that opportunity  as I don't feel good to go alone!

"OK. I will call you on 14th August to finalize the time and venue of the program.. ......

.. Oh,...my  bus is coming .....bye!"  

 After Pankaj got the bus  Rashmi walked towards home .  She felt herself  as light as feather in cheer , in exalt  ! She met Pankaj unexpectedly today  and  spent more than hours ;  also a promise to  meet again on 15 th August ! Not only lucky day but an auspicious day for her .

A little  hawker  boy approached her with a bunch of jasmine-sticks to insist her to buy .

"Didi, only Rs2:50 last bunch, please take it;... OK.... give me  only  Rs 2 only .

Rashmi   gave money to take the flowers  from the boy .  She entered her humble nest of staircase  like a happiest bird; she switched on the table fan  & kept the bunch of flowers in the plastic water jug . All the time she was murmuring  tune of a popular love-song.......

    ....."Akaser  ostorage , amarei  swapna jage"....

if translated:   [ "let my dream bloom to absorb//

                     the amazing hue of  evening sky !"

Then changed her dress to put on a loose soft maxi and perched on her bed embracing the side pillow ...

Stretching her hand to the wall calendar she marked the date in red circle with a pen kept in  coiled thread with the calendar ; her face became brighter with smile while doing ; 

... first time she noticed that there were nine small images of elephant-god in circle around border of  the calendar . She gazed minutely! Elephant god i.e Ganesh, god of success ! She got it from the small shop from where she bought a 'maxi' for herself before Bengali New Year Sale.

Rashmi dived deep into romantic thought of planning how to spend few hours in  the best way with her desired man; she shivered in romance at the thought of sitting beside the most handsome man for  three hours!

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Sipra's Diary: [Excerpt from]. " In quest of right bride."

 Bride -Hunting...... [. Excerptfrom the novel]

Next Brijj met Suraj in the conference of Chicago after three months. Brij hugged   Suraj with cheers .

"Hi.  good to see you ....now  show me the photo of your  life-partner!       .quick."

Suraj grinned. "First let me share about my  dystopian but also somewhat  fantastic experiences of those girls!" 

Brij  perched   himself on a sofa opposite to  suraj, with awe    and curiosity in his face .

"  ...go on,   my hero!'--

Suraj: "Please hold on your enthusiasm;  in fact it's a story of failure and fun, not of any hero, but umm... of Mr.Zero."

"Aha-, will you  please start now, Mr Zero-hero!"

-" please   hold on some  patience man; story is told and listened slowly and very slowly, like  champaign  or wine  with small sip;  not to swallow like bitter medicine,  understand ?"

- Brij  swallowed the vodka from. his glass in one sip and poured the second round in the  glass, while replied,"yes I understand everything                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       quickly.  Will you start now ?"

Suraj started to narrate his experience of "bride -hunting":----                    

.....Yes as I reached. Jaipur Airport, I saw a suited-booted  smart looking man was waiting with my name on the the arrival lounge .Surprisingly the man  recognized me and gave me a smile and introduced himself,'I am  Mr Gopilal, the agent of the Matrimonial,-'Bondless Bond".---------------

    Umm... hope the flight was smooth, sir?"..

Coming to the parking lot  Suraj saw a black  shiny Rolls Royce car with driver wearing   Rajsthani dress with turban like  a king.

The driver opened the door with pleasant smile; he  got into the car with the agent.

Suraj:  what time it needs to  reach....

Gopilal :  Not more than 35//40 minutes .

Suraj:  Now it is about 11:am. I must come back within12:45 because I have to accomplish  a few more appointments.

Gopilal:  Ok, no problem!... Sir,  here I have the album of  "Beauty Tejoria" with her full bio-data, hobby etc. .You can browse it and free to ask me question,   he held the album towards him .

(...So the name is 'Beauty,' and not  any of native name like  Nina, Bina, Mina !) 

 Waiving his hands Suraj replied ,"it is not necessary."I need to talk with the lady  alone about 15/20 minutes ,  after the introduction with her guardian.

Agent: Beauty's father  is the richest as well as most influential  person in Jaipur; he is an eminent figure in this area.. he lived in the habeli known  as "Marble House". 

 Once  King  (late)Jogeswar  Rathore  was  the previous owner of this  "Marble House.'

......... Suraj was  absorbed in trodding the memory lane of his bitter part of past life in his motherland  while looking outside through the window of the running car , without paying ears to the  story of the agent .

He was rocked back to the present world when the agent , addressed him with the opened door of the car., 

"  Sir, here we are - the Marble House!"

Suraj asked the matrimonial Company that  he wanted  an  ordinary graduate  girl  of middle-class family without any demand of dowry.

....So 'Rolls Royce' ,  Marble House  , two security guards in front of. the  royal steel iron gate which emit pride of money,  were  adding only negative repulsive points in the mind of Suraj.----------

He was warmly greeted by the parent as he entered with the agent in the   exhuberantly    adorned  drawing room . They all took seat  in the sofa.The initial introductory chat with drinks and snacks was running  on.

The agent announced that Suraj wanted to talk with Beauty alone. Mr Tejoria said, "Sure, sure , no problem! 

He called Meghna, the woman who served drinks and snacks.             Meghna appeared to say that Beauty  would  come back within ten/fifteen minutes from the 'conference  of  women welfare'.

As Meghna left , Mr Tejoria informed:

-- "I have to appoint Meghna to fix  programs of my daughter Beauty and schedule her calendar, to remind her!"

Mr.Tejoria said :"Beauty, my only child  is my pride". 

"She is expert in hiking, biking, swimming, horse-riding, driving  and what not; Last year she was invited by Lion's Club  in Calcutta to participate in the Vintage Rally; she is almost  my unofficial business partner...  E-he-he-he."....father gave. a.  proud but soft laugh.

....Suraj became impatient .Holding the drinking glass, he asked in a filmy style like hero, 

"I am interested to know how is she as bed-partner?

 The  parent exchanged  their stunt  looks to each other with different expression :while the mouth of Mrs Tejoria was slightly opened,  Mr Tejoria's jaw was tightened hard! Then they throw the ball towards the agent by casting  their confused eyes .

The agent also was nervous and puzzled what to answer . He rubbed  his palms and pushed them to his  trouser's pocket, to shake off his nervousness; 

"yea, --yea --, that's a good question  no doubt! umm, m-m"..he stammered,   "  y-e-s some say she is not good at all;"

 (the advance payment of Rs 2000/in the envelop  of  trouser's pocket, as if, whimpered with the touch of   finger and palm...

...  What the hell is he ! as  agent he  must add only positive quality!)

So to rectify  he promptly  lifted his body and walked facing towards     the  opened window ;

 Shrugging the shoulder he divulged - .".also  it is rumoured ,

       she is so-so; "  

Then   throwing his right hand upward  with a snap  dramatically declared,  but  some say,

      " She is fantastic!"

..........a  pin-drop-silence in the room !

With shocking  surprise  Gopilal noticed  through the window,  that Suraj was getting inside the car to leave..He turned back and saw the empty sofa of Suraj and as live statues of Mrs and MR.Tejoria.

He rushed but  the car passed before he reached the gate.

The  car was still  in slow motion near the gate;

With cracked throat Gopilal. called ,

'Sai-ear'..raising hand to stop-the car ;as he tried to rush  through the gate, he was  interrupted by a robust hand with a dagger  close   to his  center of chest ; he became pale to see the  dagger dazzled in bright sunlight!

 In a calm  somber voice  the security man  asked ,"give back the advanced money before crossing the gate."

 Like automated machine Gopilal handed over the envelope with advanced Rs,2000 as gatepass and walked towards the road like a toddler.  

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Sipra's diary: [ Excerpt from the novel ]"Spitfire.....

 

 

Chap- 3.

Spitfire: a combustible bomb

Viviana Riess joined the London office of a renowned Investment bank as senior MD, after several job-hopping in most of the world-famous corporate MNC. She was a very different and interesting character from other women. She had an unpredictable volatile temper, perfectly matched with Stalk Market of Wall Street: sometimes too pleasant, even with the genitor, and sometimes too harsh, even to the higher officials for trifling matters. But she was loved by many for her attractive personality.
She had unflinching love for the horse, Real estate, costume and perfume. By birth she was British. She owned a ranch house from her grandmother in the village Crathie near Balmoral of Scotland. Her great grandmother had a friendship with the Royal family. She bought a horse from the Shetland Isles, Scotland and owned three more,  from ancestors. She was happy to spend her holidays with her equestrian family. She arranged a company to take proper care for the horses and the ranch.

She was single. But there was gossip around her. She and her high school boyfriend went to study in the Wharton Business school in the USA. After graduation, her boyfriend joined in the Deutsch Bank and Viviana in the Lehman Investment Bank. She went on hopping from job to job, almost in all the #Number one Investment Banks.

She met a hedge-fund tycoon, Jim Carrey of Dallas during her posting in the Goldman Sack. They became very close.   Jim Carrey began to visit Goldman Sack in NewYork frequently; and show interest to buy their new product.  Viviana  got promotion  from VP to  ED quickly ;perhaps for her special calibre of hooking such a giant   client with bright prospect.  Goldman had the vigil  eye  to scan the talent from the crowd.  

                                                                                                                                                                               Soon  she shifted to  Jim's apartment in Madison Avenue leaving her rented apartment of Westerly building. in Hell's Kitchen . Jim used to come every week end; It remained  a mystery whether they were married or not  but they lived  together in the same  luxurious apartment in Madison Avenue.

She worked for  long time in Goldman Sack. She used to come every month at her ranch house in London until she met Jim. 

Jim, though from the land of Long horn, but he had no love other than money, wine and women.

During her stay in New York Viviana went every year with Jim Carrey in Saratoga(Upstate New York )or Vermont   to watch horse race, with the hope to tickle some soft feeling and interest about horse  in him.They come together  to stay in Vermont  just  to watch the grazing horses in the green ranch. In one cold winter afternoon, embracing Vivi in one hand wrapped under warm blanket, relaxing  on a love couch  and with wine cup in other hand  Jim commented,

'I never met any woman so crazy about  horse, like you!' 

There was a subtle bitterness  ,cocktail with taunting tune. 

Vivi felt a pinch in the comment; with a quick glance she scanned the message in the crooked smile; she remained silent, gazing  reluctantly at the grazing horses on the  field,  but just apparently.....

 Jim apprehended the consequent danger of his blunder from her quick icy glance ; but what to do! Once the  word slipped from the tongue can't be returned :   Just like a bullet from the gun! 

But  Jim  knew it would come back to  hit him as boomerang!

To cover up , he rubbed his nose  and lips on vivi's cheek dotingly; dragging her  closer  to his chest whispered, ' 

'look up to me, honey!... don't make me envious  of your old love for quadruped animal, please !' He looked pale, nervous.

To make the atmosphere light , he added, " See I have also four limbs ; Only thing  I lack is that I don't own any bushy tail on the back ."

Vivi didn't respond to this joke.

James became now worried.

Then with genuine romantic voice James  whispered  "listen darling , I love you so much that slightest distraction from you made me mad !" James pressed Vivi more closely against his breast .                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

  Vivi still didn't reply ! 

 
 With an unusual formal smile she said,  "'it is cold ;  I am going inside." Releasing herself free from the warm  hug and the Raymond blanket, she went inside the room. Jim followed her like a pet,with  the  last hope to save the romance of  this winter  night.

 

They took bullion soup with crunchy garlic bread and pork nugget in dinner along with the swiss pudding in hot chocolate as desserts.

Vivi slipped under the quilt  on bed after the dinner ,with a financial magazine;  Jim  prepared two pegs of   ("screaming eagle,NapaValley)  wine; passed one to vivi; he  threw the magazine by snatching and leaned cozily against the pillows on bed  closer to  Vivi.  Then switched on an  old  sexy  movie of Brigid  Bardot to watch together....    'And God created woman'.

The room was warm; soup also was warm and delicious; hot chocolate  was awesome; Above all movie was super hot,  still  the night remained  cold for Jim to keep sleepless;....  and colder;.... and coldest when viviana declared abruptly in the early morning with  sipping of the bed tea  that she wanted to go back NewYork  just after the breakfast. 

 -"As  'her highness' wishes'! 

Jim replied little dramatically, shrugging his shoulder,  though the hotel was booked up to next day also. 

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Sipras Diary: POEM> " SECRET ENEMY"

                              Secret Enemy  

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I overhaul my life in search of secret dragon

Who keeps me restless by chasing all along 

I dissect the emotional sphere layer by layer

In the abyss of solitary lab of my mind, 

Surprisingly, detected 

the larking beasts in me: hope and fear!

 

Scary fear in thorny cactus remains embracing me

While opposite side of dark tunnel flickering

Light of enchanting 'hope' mysteriously beckoning

To allure me by dream and flame of new life!

 

Driven by failure frustration, ambition or anger,

'Bewildered  ego' sometimes aggressive but 

Mostly submissive, optioned to surrender

Like a coward. I never struggled  to win over!

 

I survived by neither courage nor wisdom, 

But surrendering to social culture and custom

To mute fear or hope: two opposites forces;

Waves of time tackles the battle to keep balance:

Like a snail I sheltered  under the shell of patience!

Sometimes surrender or patience are  best weapons 

To win over the emotional dragons !

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