Sunday, March 29, 2026

Sipra's Diary : POEM>. "LAGNIAPPE"

   

     

           LAGNIAPPE:   Sipra Roy.
 
 In the new-age  of 'use and throw' society 

'Lagniappe' is a  forgotten term in prosperity,
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 Unless we search meaning in the dictionary!

  
Bygone are those days of simple  life 

When small gift brought big smile!

In this age of extravagance, spilled-over-

Garbage box with  left over from the upper class 

Wait  for disposal  as "trash"for  ignoble mass;

The excess  as  'refuge'  from the extravagant  class;  

Is sumptuous than  mere 'lagniappe' of    old-days! 

        It is an universal  fact :
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'Interest is sweeter than the capital'

So   'lagniappe'  was meant   for extra joy; 

But  if greed is too big to exceed the cornucopia 

Then  expectation  may  turn  into  frustration !

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Saturday, March 28, 2026

Sipra's Diary : BEST SELLING LITERATURE.


                                       BEST  SELLING LITERATURE !

 In the library I see lot of books  marked with "best-selling" award.

I often think what's the criteria of  judging as' Best' to be awarded!.......

I don't  hold/agree that  special feeling  with  'many' of them.  

......Is it theme? language? reader's satisfaction?... or.......?

 

When I was sent first time as jaudge in the inter district school contest of recitation in India, I needed to  learn  and prepare myself to be judge.

  There were total 6-8 specially qualified  persons selected as judges. Each judge was given a paper-sheet  marked with separate column  for marking : i.g. Formalities/ time  /voice/ body-language/ poem/ intonation etc.  We gave marks with individual prudence in each column. At the end those papers were collected from the judges by chief   judge . Rank holders  were decided and awarded on the basis of calculating of  average marks given by the  selected judges.


     I don't know exactly the   system of America. But  still I have high opinion of this country which I wish to hold  on.

...Socrates once  commented that  in coming future wise would  hold their tongue to remain silent , so that  the ignorant don't feel inferior or insulted.

  Has  that  future mentioned by Socrates approached  now ?....


In the marketing business books are of course commercial product.But there must be specific criteria   to distinguish any "Creative art " from other commercial commodity product.   Creative art should never be  democratized.  

Per millennium how many Socrates, Plato. Aristotle, Leonardo,

 Darwin, Galileo or Newton  or Shakespeare  were  born  compared  to  bunch of Phds , even   Noble Awardees?

           

  I read the novel "Good Earth" of Pearl Buck  at the age of early twenty, almost  in my previous birth from  now.It was mini novel. I was   impressed so vividly  by the  very first chapter of  description  of   preparing tea , that almost every morning  I visualize, (not only remember) :  how the tea-leaves unfurl in the boiling water of saucepan,    and spread  around  to  hide  /cover   water under the leaves ;the steam with aroma carried by air conveyed the message  of warm hospitality  to the other room where the old father-in-law with his friends were  chatting!

                       This is what  literature means! ...........

Which has the intrinsic power to  flow with the blood of the reader to mesmerize the mind!...Perhaps, since then I relish my regular  morning tea along with the memory of "GOOD  EARTH".

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Friday, March 27, 2026

Sipra's Diary : " Mystery of the story that............"

 

My American friends  in the library or in the Story Circle often used to ask   me  in post 9/11 mishap what was the behavior pattern of muslims in India.   Most of them have the  IDEA  that the relationship between us was very stressful which was not at all.   They were very surprised to hear this from me.

I said   most of Indian muslims were converted  from the  Hindu Indians for several reasons .   Indian Caste system was very rigid .

   The "Shudras" or lower caste  Hindu  adopt Islam religion due to partiality and torture from   the Brahmins as upper class .during the Mughal rule in India Aurangzeb imposed "jijiya tax " to only the Hindu framers.  So lot of Lower caste Hindus converted to Muslims  to avoid the "tax" . 

Then East India Company ruled 200 years .  The British also offered many parks and facilities to the Muslims only to win their support who were  Christanized   later .  Native home of my in-laws  family    is in Plassey, situated   on the border of present Bangladesh .    99% farmers of our land are Muslims with good   relationship .  

It is the politicians of democratic country  who used them as "pawn"  for their own benefit .    Even now, India is the only safest place where the muslims are celebrating ID festival  peacefully  while the whole world is in turmoil!    

#(21)[Mystery of the Story that remained Unrevealed ]

 

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 [w1092/.  LORD SHIVA  AND  KABA

 

Long long ago.  there lived  a   Hindu king   in  Rajtarangini , near( valley  of  Kasmir),  as came to be known  at present time.    The geographical map of Hindusthan  or India was very much different from now . Pakistan / Afganitan all were included as part of  India or Hindustan. 

The. concept of 'country' was too. far to be formed . The land consisted of multiple number of   kingdoms which were ruled by independent   tribal rulers known as kings .They  were often busy  in fighting  between themselves. for power and land  ;  the powerful  king used to  conquest   the  weaker rulers and subjugated    their kingdoms  annexed to  his own territory . But there was   also great friendship  among some  of the  kings ;they made their bond stronger by setting  matrimonial relationship.  

This   story  happened long  before  the origin of Islam religion . It happened  perhaps before four / five thousand  years ago,  may be more ancient .Thus strong friendship  and love grew up between two   powerful  kings :  one was  the ruler of the land near to  valley of    present  Kashmir while the other was    near  Gandhar , now known as Kandahar   .  In those days Fair was very common  in all these kingdoms  to attract  not only  crowd    or customers   but  it was mainly  important  for  trading  business; Fairs supported the treasury. of kingdom   solid , sound and secured.

Fair in Kashmir took place in autumn   (September ). while in.   Gandhar it was in  the month of  October /November.  One year , it happened that while the workers of  Kashmir  were cleaning the  huge arena   to pitch tents for the fair. ,they found a black piece of   cylinder-shaped   stone  of rock ; they digged the soil deep. to reach the bottom of the rock; the bottom  was flat triangular shaped platter   upon which the cylinder-rock rested .  The news reached to the king; the king visioned  a  message  from lord "Shiva"in dream  declaring,

  " I am "KamaDeba';   I have come to bless the people  of this  kingdom.;   don't cut the adjacent    peepul tree   ;  I  want to  stay under the shadow  of this huge  peepul   tree. "

  But the people of the village demanded to make a temple ,carving a peepul tree on it  under the shade of   original peepul tree .The temple was built and the opening ceremony of fair    commenced with the inauguration of the temple  of  KAMADEBA.  .The temple would remain  closed throughout the year but   be opened  only during the time of fair .

This news spread like prairie fire.  When the fair opened in   the land near  the valley of Kashmir ,   People from far and near    overcrowded unimaginably .  Naturally the trading flourished four times more which added   wealth and prosperity to the  royal treasury. All the future years  also went on gloriously .On the  other hand. Fair lost its importance and glamour  in Gandhar ; it began to  dwindle and  plummeted  which    made the king  sad   and unpopular to his   subjects..

It made both of them unhappy . None of them want to loose their  unselfish love  and friendship for  material causes  .King of Kashmir  realized  that   the popularity   of fair  was due to the devotional attraction of " Kamadev".

Before it turned  into thorn to poison their  relationship,  he proposed to his friend of  Gandhar 

that he would  send   "Kamadeva " to his kingdom during  the time of his festival  so that it could   attract crowd and traders  in the fair  .The proposal was accepted  cheerfully by  his  friend .

Now the problem was how to move the huge rock long way ?  The local people  and the king's subjects might become angry if god   "Kamadeva " is dislodged . from the temple  So the Hindu king planned to make a huge   ebony wheeled-chest -box with lock in which great Kamdeva would be placed under the cover.  of velvet cloth to   be  cautious from  easy sight .   

Thus the wheeled box was easily carried like charriot  in the dark of evening by  some hired outsiders to   the land near    Gandhar    before the opening of the Fair .  It was returned to the temple in the same manner.   In those days communication between people of remote land was too rare to  share . Thus the fact remained unknown to both sides of land except the two kings.

    Fair  of  Gandhar   also became  famous  ,not  merely for  trading but also  as a pilgrimage for " Kamadeva ".  Lots of  childless  women   became mothers after glancing that mystic Rocky  stone  in the chest box .The duration of Fair was for thirty days .It used to end on the day just after new-moon.  The women, both rich and poor ,   became so much biased in their belief that they spent  there  in tents   eating   only  one time some simple. fruits and water .The cause of fasting  might be due to    scanty supply  of abundant  food for huge  crowd, or the belief that fasting (or controlling appetite, physical craving )  would shower blessings and better result! 

The two kings continued their   friendly  relationship throughout their life..   Even   the legacy ran uninterrupted through  several generations for  few hundred years .

 But time never stands still  on one place for longer period.   Following the  natural law  the land changed  its geographical features   within few hundred years  due to   natural calamities like earthquake , land -slide , ice-melting, storm , flood , forest-fire etc; Somewhere   mountain raised peak on the plain,  whereas   green pasture turned into desert ; ,  some river dried  and lost their identity  in  the unknown  region, whereas some new river originated. 

Society in ancient time  was   ruled   on   the basis of  "might was  right " principle.  Powerful   king   won over the weaker kingdom   and sometimes  used to become dictator .   The  new  victorious  king shifted   "Kamdeba'    in   wheeled charriot    near to his   own kingdom  which was   little far  from the previous one . 

Time rolled on changes; changes through merging and breaking ;through formation and dissolution .   With  civilization ,  lands  were introduced with different names , races, religiosn and languages . Any  language connected to its  land   had reached to its present stage through evolutionary changes.

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It is inferred that    "Kabaa"   of Islam Religion  is  like metamorphosis  form of   "Kamadeba ";    "KamDeba" is a Sanskrit word ;   which  was not easy  to pronounce   for   many. So   in course of time   only  " KABAA"  remained,  shedding the middle portion  of he word ;    remaining part  persists :   Kamde-ba.


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    Confusion with Humanity: Sipra Roy

 "Where to put Putin",

 asked the rebel leader of Ukraine,

  Shouted  the enraged  mass,

"Burry him under the deepest mine!"

Or," throw to some volcano!"-" 


"If  his ashes turn the  earth  to poison? "

"We can drown him under the ocean";

"Alas! he will suck the aqua-dwelling!"

"Lots of problems hover with him

 on earth, ocean , and heaven ,

Let us search and save Ukraine 

from this grave, gloomy situation".

The uprooted mob burst out,

"We want  tooth for tooth, that's the eternal norm," 

A voice  like thunder roars 

 in a pitch of baritone : "Totally wrong"!

Suddenly blue sky was shrouded

 with black cloud and a message 

In lightening appeared

,"Extract and crush the "ism" from Putin;

Who to detect how many future Putins

 are larking to spread wings?

Can the alchemy of 'ism' be eroded 

to replace the heart of global love ?

Then only a new sun of peace-loving world can emerge ,

To erase all enmity and spread universal fraternity.

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Thursday, March 26, 2026

Sipra's Diary: Mosquito And the Elephant

                                                                                                 

 #3). Title :Mosquito & elephant .           Sipra Roy 

Words=655           

 

Secret Conference of International mosquitoes in Tampa,(Florida) 

 The executive of international  mosquitoes has called a sudden confidential meeting which held nearby the semi-dark  calvert of the big swampy drain of  Tampa . The gathering was small, limited and only of males  mosquitoes.                                                                       

 

The leader announced that they must  flee to some safe place  right after the evening to save their lives. He has heard that American Mosquito Control Association would spray  strong pesticides from next day to make the town free of mosquitoes  causing dengue as epidemic  in the town.   

 

'Let not accompany the female folk; because they are the apple of discord ; actually it is "they" who bite  human beings and spread disease.Moreover they are all pregnant ,ready to give birth after  the rainy season .Where ever they go , they will make the place  dingy place by laying eggs .Within two weeks all the eggs become adult to cause human concern .

 

"So only those will follow me who are willing to join  'monk-mosquito party' without any relation with the female folk ."

 

As they started northward they were swept by strong wind and rain ; they were scattered and lots of them died .

Finally a smaller sect reached to a place named as  to  Memphis.

The wind helped them to cross long distance in short time.

 

The  leader declared to the team that by good luck  they reached in a zoo, not in the neighborhood of  brutal human specie! It is  in the outskirt of the proper township of Memphis...

Animal neither protest nor know how to apply pesticides ; they have only their tails to drive unwanted flies or insects.

 

"pin-pin-pin, you are right,  you are, % percent right  my darling, pin-pin---;

To his horror, the leader asked,who are you ? 

 

"I am your better-half, proud mother of your future dynasty, PinPin, pin .........!

"O gosh! How do you come here !"

"I followed you with my intimate group of some more females ; We came to know by eaves-dropping, about your  conspiracy  in the clandestine meeting, of your  utter selfishness to banish family!They started complaining ,pin-pin-pin in chorus ..."

 

The leader mosquito and the monk-group were tired and hungry; though extremely irritated,  but they have no strength to argue . 

 

"OK! stop your singing in such  shrilling voice to make others conscious of our presence until we finish our meal !Go away with your mates from here to fetch your own, if you need .

 

The leader saw  a white elephant nearby ; so it began to suck blood from some softest part of its body up to  its content.

 

......It was almost dawn. so they must find out to rest in some dark safe zone. With full of blood in stomach, the monk -mosquito felt  terrible attraction  for the white  elephant .

So coming  in front it asked the elephant,"I am charmed with your beauty;Will you accept my love ?'

From the  swinging of the large ears  of the elephant the idiot mosquito assumed he got permission. So instantly it availed the pleasure of opportunity. 

Being fulfilled with all physical pleasure it conveyed  the elephant near to the ear,

" I am done. I will meet you tomorrow again ."

  The elephant was munching as usual.

 To become convinced for meeting on the next day,the monk-mosquito entered close to the ear of the elephant to ask apologetically,

 

"Ele, ele , did I hurt you...did I ?..."

..it repeated the same, singing closer to the ear, pin-pin-pin-pin.

 

The elephant blew its ears due to irritation. and the mosquito was thrown  far away  headlong  on hard floor and was about to  die ;  he saw its clan flying above gleefully, perhaps towards  some safe shelter.   

It tried to warn. before dying ,

            "hey  buddy, never try to befriend outside your own clan, specially with any bigger creature ! but no pin-pin-pin came from its  voice .

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Thursday, March 19, 2026

Sipra's Diary: ENIGMA OF THE FINANCIAL WORLD:


Sipra's Diary :Enigma of the Financial world.

 The financial world is a giant gambling place almost like a casino in Las Vegas. But far more complicated to apprehend, far more fatal. Because it is planned and operated not by any lifeless mechanical machine but by the Frankenstein's brain-in-human and affected the lives of all people in the country; no matter whether people are willing to join or not,, they become 'part 'of the gambling game and not as mere 'viewers' but receivers or victims. 
With the advent of globalization, the after-effect is not limited to one country but affects globally. As it has been a cliche that if the butterfly flutters its wings in one corner of the sky, it may cause a tornado to other parts of the world.
In Casino game, there is an option for the people to choose whether they wish to take risk of playing or sit to enjoy as viewers ..

Financial World strides with pride differently; it is not based on any strict Principles of ethics or scientific method. Perhaps no scientific formula works! The target of the Financial world is only to create wealth. It is not based on the formula of 2 +2 =4. When  2+ ever-oscillating behavioural psychology of customers are added to the power of 2, then the outcome might be 40  or only 0 instead of a' definite 'result of 4. There is no way than to watch patiently for the future.  That is why this zone is very volatile, and uncertain.' Boom and Bust' is their banner; Resembles true character and fate of bubble! This is the tragic paradox where we have to live and survive!
 
In 1950s Carlos Ponzi, an Italian swindler became a billionaire  by following a theory like "Rob Peter, pay Paul ".It became popular as' Ponzi-scheme', not only in the western world but in other parts also proliferated. Multiple bonds of similar type were sold. In India, there were Peerless company, "Sonchoyita", "Sarada'. 'Techno-India'"  Money-Matter, Rose valley and many others, It benefitted the middle-class and low middle class as well as the founders who became a millionaire  in a short period.  But "Sonchoyita' "Sarada "no more exist. They melt down suddenly with scandal. 

Some of the founder father ended life with suicide. Those who were efficient they escaped by changing their skin or colour by swiping money to another field Best way for these swindlers to escape is to align with some non-profit organization, a hospital for destitute, Old Home etc. Peerless is still reigning with prestige by investing in hotel hospital real estate and another philanthropic field.

It  is really confusing to me to understand  the relationship between 'corruption' and the booming economy of a country."
India is rising,"China is rising"!All the so-called "rising" countries are known as "BRIC" notoriously dishonest and full of criminal activities.
In my limited experience, I noticed that since 2005 the people we knew as 'poor' suddenly climbed a higher economic ladder. Many house-maids in our neighbourhood borrowed money from householder they worked,  for making houses on the land got from the government in the outskirt of the megacity.........

Is the mathematical formula of uprising economy is based on 
corruption?
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Tuesday, March 17, 2026

Sipra's Diary: "Little learning is dangerous"

                                             "LITTLE LEARNING ............."

I am realizing now for myself  how much intensity of truth lies in the idiom"little knowledge is more dangerous"  than utter ignorance. I was quite good in the old world of  my pen and paper with abundant freedom; I used to write anytime according to my wish,according to my mood.Coming to US, I felt one who doesn't know computer he is like a blind ;and one who doesn't know driving ,he/she is  lame; and I am both.
Just after marriage my husband was intensely eager to teach me driving;within one week I became confident about myself that I was never born to learn it.
Now it is also redundant in New York.
 But i-phone and computer seemed to be a must. so with immense curiosity, I ventured to step in the arena of g-zero generation;  Perhaps it was a blunder/sin, for me. I was fascinated to explore this new-found mines of knowledge; so I joined a free computer class for adult in the library. I learnt little there, and the rest by trial and error by myself and by begging help to visitor  guest. As not properly learnt, I have no clear concept about the internet. I often suffer in confusion.

I write in the 'Microsoft words' first and then send it to Google 'draft'. I wrote lots of stories articles memoir and fiction in MS. Fiction cannot be finished in one day. When I want to write next time in Microsoft, I don't find the previous one; when I don't find my stuff, I am stuck and blocked. I feel so frustrated with my failure that I thought much time to go back to my old pavilion. But I can not; I lost the previous connection with the old one but could not handle the new one: technology.
I am caught in a trap. I am 'trapped' in the magical network of the internet. With high expectation, I wrote E-mail to Google  'Help'Team to rescue my lost pieces, but in vain. Until now I wasted a lot of time in fumbling instead of writing.
I remembered childhood adage  how' little learning is
a backlash!
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