Sipra's diary: What is American Dream?

Friday, December 4, 2015 

What is American dream?

It is surprising     that in one hand the news flashes the problem of unemployment and at the same time declares   that there are  many empty chairs  awaiting in the job sphere of  America.
 Why?
May be new generation of America dreams or prefers self-employment rather than working  under any boss where they have less flexibility and freedom.
  Besides  gym,spa,therapy cosmetic jwellery   or costumes shop,dance music and video studio, which are actualy  unstable castles of cards on the sand,they can think of other simple but  stable business with small capital and less skill or academic qualification. I would love to convey some of my ideas of businesses though   I am far from this world and  have little understading about its key

Sipra's diary: Trauma of a Poor Frog !

 

I wrote in my blog several pieces which  seem apparently  vulgar or frivolous  but   actually convey  deeper message.   

 "Elephant and Monk -Mosquito,"  " Dirty-money," ..."Trauma of a poor Frog"   etc.

    ........Love & attraction for beauty is eternal and so is the "Craving" for Beauty also !            Our childhood Fable  book depicted always the prince- hero as  symbol of  immense courage , power, love  and of course rescuer of  a helpless dependable    female character who stands for  beauty, tenderness , chastity, and love !

 For a long period of time all boys and girls. grew up with this image and dream ;  but   most of the couple meet clash in  real life with the Dream. ...Hardly any couple get those desired "dream-partners!"  The conflict between most couple is actually  with the   fantasy of that"Image," each grew up from adolescent stage but neither of the partners achieve   that idol  when they reach real  life,  which gives                                rise to frustration;  from frustration   conflict  starts is  with the shadow ........  [fight with  Shadow-ghost] 

But it affects Relationship .   Reality of  life is harsh --far fro..m   DREAM. As a result we see so  many broken familyies today :  One of  the Cause I think,   is " Fight with the shadow & dream.".........

We must try to learn  how to ' Create'  beauty in the ordinary, even out of  ugliness! 

To accept and adapt with the idea.   that  holds "half-created beauty!"

............How is the idea?.................

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O god!

If you   confer 

love in the  heart 

Why deprived from beauty?

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RN Tagore:         [ in  Bengali]

Hey Bidhi!

"Jodi  prem dile a prane 

Rup   keno nahi dile  ?

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TRAUMA OF A POOR FROG.

A young frog,  promoted from tadpole, 

 Out of the shabby pond; hated to be a frog,

As he met a beautiful butterfly 

Who  captured his heart  instantly.

He hopped to follow the beauty

Until it flew too high  to view for his ability.

He blamed rejection is due for being so ugly.

He hated to hop or rejoice  with his flock  

With chorus croaking for juvenile mating

In the first roaring, romantic rainy season!

So in lamentation, rested  his bruised butt 

In a  muddy burrow and  slept in sorrow!

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 The sad frog met his love in the sweet dream

 Wiping his tears with her soft silky wings;

 Thrilled in romance he couldn't resist but to kiss;

 Alas!it went in the dark cave of his gut with the kiss!

 He woke up with hiccups ;but slept, thinking it merely  a dream.....

His reverted sticky tongue was good to prey worms, 

But glad to know that it was perilous to play romance !

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                                  #(3)

He was raging in fury  for such  injustice .

'Hey cruel creator of frog! why are you so frugal

To make me handsome and  little bit  lovable ?

Why have you given me three chambered heart,

While  I fail anybody in life to attract  ?

 Any rejection make my heart painful

  It turns me like a punctured balloon!

I want to cherish kiss, not to swallow as monster

I bear this wretched life for  six million years!

 Now Change me having sweet voice and wings !

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                                #(4) 

The frog achieved  his desired 'form'  in dream,

Went in delight to his clan who stared at  him !

''Look at me!I am your new leader, the prince with wings;

I will  marry a butterfly  to change  ugly generation to likings!"

..One of them challenged " neither avian nor an amphibian 

Tell me first who  are you, what's your name !

Prince-frog  whistled  proudly making  his clan more perplexed ! 

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                              #(5)

Coming back aggressive to confront  the creator,   

-"Oye! My wings are too fragile to carry my weight,

And whistling voice fails to convey the pals my thoughts!

Most puzzling  problem to answer what is 'my name?'

Why did you ditch me in such plethora of problems?"

-"Creature like you should be  named as"grumbletonia"!

As you hate your own body having lots of complain!

I create with utmost love this bright and beautiful world  ; 

Though I care for all but not responsible for their survival.

While you reign  even the  extinct of  dinosaurs and dragon,

Is not it amazing?  So  be happy with what you own!

                                  

The frog woke up with the  melodious

 croaking of his mates,

Coming out from  'trauma'  

he croaked to join the flock 

To his delight he received response of  his  potential partner ! 

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Sipra''s Diary : Poem> "April-Fool"

                         APRILFOOL

In early stage  of my school-life ,

Often  I was confused and  duped 

While some of my classmate cried out,

“Hey,a wasp  hovering over your head!”

 

Holding the bag on head 

Immediately I screamed !

Group of classmates jumped 

And shouted “April-fool,April-fool !”

I understood nothing!

 

Throughout my school-life I remained 

A super-Duper model of April-fool

Both in school and in neighborhood. 

Though I tried hard to be smart 

And alert, to be tricked by friends. 

Protecting me for any foolish act! 

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Starting from my first school 

Since on each April I was a gullible fool !

Now I Search  the meaning of 

Celebrating such hoax as festival 

Throughout the world !

 

When did it origin?

What was the historical background?

Perhaps some story will be found 

By hunting the fertile  ground of Internet!

 

As ‘Month of poets’ let April 

Be ranked on honorable pole

By eloping or replacing the annex“fool”

Saving April from slandering or defaming!!

 

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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"

                                           ( Drama )

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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