Monday, April 27, 2026

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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Sunday, April 26, 2026

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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Tuesday, April 21, 2026

 




       WOODEN SPATULA

Do you know who am I?

I am not just a wooden piece  

For kitchen device,as you see,.

I owe my legacy back to billion years,

 Prior to human ancestry,

I 'm born from the womb of the earth, fathered by the sun,

Wind is my fiancĂ©, with whom I enjoy  great romance!

Rain is my consort who drenches  the soil  in season 

And roots circulate the food in leaves 

 who like  loyal vassals Cook for me! 

I inhale and exhale ,for the survival 

Of the living specie along with me; dusting off pollution.

I  can't move  as  I owe my legacy rooted on earth 

I 'm born speechless, as I'm  with ever -tight-lipped mask;

As Nature prevents us to adulterate "Words' 

But I hear and responds the message of love 

In the  whistling of wind ,through leaves and branches 

When they  prance  in joy. 

Scientists calculate my age from the texture

of  art my  body bears,   designed  by Nature.

My heart is full of love for all:great and small,

Sensitive to even subtle ethereal vibrations.  

Nature birthed me  to fulfill human needs ,

But human exploited  us out of his immense greed.

Now sensing  his  blunder  he sings for "Go Green."

My breaded donut on head contain the ancestral stories,

While Mother Earth spreads the  soft bed for "Go Green"

To welcome  in her  soft lap  the future generation! 

Friday, April 17, 2026

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

Sunday, April 12, 2026

Sipra's Diary :...",Sunrise from Columbus Circle "

    

Sipra's Diary; Sunrise from Columbus circle, Manhattan.


Yesterday I took my morning walk while it was still half dark though it was 6:40.But while I crossed Time-Warner building, lots of people were coming out of the subway like flocks of busy bees. The owners  of fruits-shop and snack-bar on t he street were  very busy to serve the commuters. I was walking with lazy step but curious eyes.All these racing feet and rushing bodies generate vibration in me;vibration of life! The throb of city-life. It rejuvinates the past when I was  also a part of this phase of life, how crazily ran after golden deer! and now  simply an onlooker.
As usual I stood some moments facing to Central Park, Columbus Circle,CNN building,Duane-Reade ,  the pharmacy  which supplies my prescribed  medicine, and at my back side the  marvelous crescent shaped Time Warner building with huge glass door bearing proudly the gorgeous images of branded Ad companies. The street in front of Columbus -Circle runs straight parallel to the central Park towards east and meets the horizon where a beautiful church  stands in the midst,as if, waiting to witness some auspicious event; yes auspicious event! 

In summer, day breaks  even before 5:30; I used to wait for the sun to come up.At first the horizon behind the church and  the adjacent sky behind the dark trees of Central park becomes little clear with  fade red halo which becomes little darker that changes into  orange and spreads more space of horizon in each step; finally  turns into  golden yellow melted sheet, too dazzling to look at,  and the sun comes up the roof-top of the church; this play of colours  takes less than five minutes only, but not long time like  in writing !
In a cloudy day the horizon is deprived of this play of multi-colour steps; it comes up late  with fade yellow sheet ,not from beneathe the horizon but above high in the sky, piercing the roaming cloud ! I always turn back for home before the sky turns  dazzling yellow. Coming near my apartment in the west, I greet the view of river Hudson......
But yesterday I didnt wait to greet the sun; I came back early as it was cold and windy.
At 11AM I switched on  TV and came to know about
the  explosive package of bomb by mail .Couple of hours ago the place which was vibrating with the throb of life is now thumping with fear and terror not only in the New york city but  it bangs everywhere,in every heart of the country.
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Wednesday, April 8, 2026

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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Sunday, April 5, 2026

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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