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 !           I 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 !

All boys and girls for a long time 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 dream-partners!  The conflict between most couple is actually  with the   fantasy of "Image" each grew up from adolescent stage but neither of the partners represent  that idol  in their real life ,  The conflict is  with the shadow ........[ Shadow-ghost] 

But it affects Relationship .   Reality of  life is harsh --far from   DREAM. As a result we see so  many broken family  today :  One of  the Cause I think,   is  Fight with 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-----"half-created beauty!"

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

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O god!

If you   bestow 

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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                               #2) 

 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: EXCERPT from my Fiction. "Olivia".......

                                 Excerpt from my  fiction :   [OLIVIA ........>>>>...

" I am a film producer, as you have already known; yesterday I guessed potential talent of acting in you from your facial expression, while presenting the music..... . 

I heard from your manager that you performed several times in T.V. and your next dream is to get a chance in the big screen. I am also in search of some new face for the  'rival character' of heroin, say, anti-heroine for my next film.

I have called the director also to bring the script; if you like and accept the role you need to sign up the agreement.  I will pay you some amount as advance after you sign up. Most of the suiting site will be in Vancouver and Montana, but not exactly in the town you live in.

Well, .....so far I presented you in brief a full picture of my project .

 ....What's your opinion?" 

Bill asked jovially with a quick questioning look.

 A middle-aged  man with well-built body.... in sky blue shirt and navy blue denim pants,....broad forehead under well-combed hair,..-sharp but curious look from blue eyes through photochromatic glass with a sharp nose and french cut beard ;  a huge dialed watch perfectly matching to the manly wrist, the diamond ring in the ring finger and a sapphire in the middle finger resting  on the steering; Olivia was so absorbed in watching and inhaling  an enchanting smell, smell of sweaty male-body cocktail with perfume!
Being knocked by Bill second time with the same question, Olivia answered stammering, "e-e-ya-sounds good!"

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The Mercedes stopped near the entrance of the hotel 'W..'

Olivia entered the hotel following  Bill through security screening. She was in a state of clumsy contraptions in the huge and gorgeous, super luxurious lounge. She struggled hard for being calm and cool; she lifted the goggles over her head.

Bill moved towards a man seated on the nearest sofa,
"Hi Morris, have I kept you waiting for a long  time?", Bill asked warmly.
" Not at all, I have reached just now."
Bill introduced, "this is Olivia; I choose her to replace Cynthia, if you are satisfied after screen-test, then let us continue the shooting from next week without any break."

Then  turning towards  Olivia he continued , ......... 
"And this is Mr Morris Lowery: talented and versatile person: film director cum camera-man cum author, cum-scriptwriter... everything and everything,-my true complementary!" 

Bill finished his introduction chapter in one breathe and quite emotionally!

Mr Morris  a tall lean person with lots of uncombed hair which almost covered his forehead, clothed in a home-cleaned laundry-fresh off-white striped shirt and khaki,( almost knee-high) shorts and two oversized feet in strap on 'Tiva' shoes resting on the glossy marble floor. As Olivia lifted her eyes, she was caught under the screening eyes of Morris, observing her through his high-powered glass with   heavy dar'k brown frame. Suddenly Olivia felt nervous to think that          'Could Morris reject her role?'

 Why was Morris scrutinizing her so minutely?

  Morris informed calmly that he had brought the script for her perusal and he would take several snaps of her, from different angles.
                .........(a sigh of relief from Olivia)............
              "I had some  recent photos with me!" 

Olivia immediately handed  over to Morris an envelope with some of her photos, from her vanity bag.

 Looking at his wristwatch Bill proposed, "It is almost 7 PM; let us go to the dining hall and we can discuss there the script and related matter of the movie  during dinner time..."

Olivia read the script while taking a sip of wine with a starter. Bill was discussing with Morris other issues of the film. 

Olivia liked her role in the movie; her character was stronger than the heroine and the impact ran up to the last episode of the story. She signed up the contract paper after finishing the dessert. Bill offered her a cheque as advance payment........

"So Olivia, you will be informed very soon when and where the next site for shooting will take place. You will not see me very often. I come only if some problem props up. Morris looks after this unit sincerely." 

He patted Morris, who smiled courteously.

It was twelve past fifteen. Morris gave thanks to Bill and bade goodnight.
Turning back to Olivia Bill asked, "Do you stay back to the same accommodation?"
Olivia answered, "No, I tried  to reserve it for an extra day, but could not manage as  the package was with the team." 

Then Bill said to Olivia, "I stay in a suite which has enough place. If you feel free, I can share it with you!"
Olivia  accepted the proposal  and  said, "Thank you, Bill, for your generosity!"

As they entered the 'suit' Olivia saw her cabin suitcase already reached in the room. Olivia opened the suitcase for her nightdress.                    

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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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Sipra's Diary : Fiction: "Blockage for aspiring Writer".

   Blockage for aspiring Writer: ' mother fu........r '                words= 627

[Main Characters   Rasul, aamir,  Saheb]]     police,  2 seniors 

Saheb  reached central park little earlier; so he sat on a bench near the big golden statue, waiting for his friends Rasul and Amir. 

He took out the  satiric fiction' 'Hacker- mocker' from the side bag.  But his attention from the fiction was stolen towards a young  couple who were walking with hands locked to each other lovingly. He gazed at them minutely  unless he got a slap on  his back  by Amir . 

He turned back startled!

Amir asked ,  " what are you looking so romantically my friend?  

You are   absolutely duped! It is wrong what are you thinking !.....

They are gay couples, male-partners !"

Saheb:  "No, no. On the  left side is a  hot female one : nice figure, delicate style of walking!  She,She ,definitely‘she!’Can never  be a male ….I am really little attracted  to them......!"

Amir- "Because you get only the back view, front-view is tractor -ridden-plain-landscape without any wave in the body!"

Saheb:" You are also getting the  same view as me! What makes you to understand otherwise?

Amir.  " I can understand easily from the walking style!"

Saheb  "Then let me know that is  that ‘style’? "

Amir,   "One who will walk like 'corgi-dog' with heavy swaying butt,  is sure to play female partner among the gay couple!"

Saheb took a last look of disappearing  'corgi-butt'. 

Saheb: "Amir, I am interested to visualize the swaying butt of an actual corgi dog."

 

Amir burst into laughter !

"OK. Queen Elizabeth has 5  Corgi dogs! We will enjoy Friday night on the Netflix show of the "Queen"  episode !" 

Amir added farther ,"I feel their  butts are so funny as they walk !"...

Saheb with dreamy look said, "I am waiting with excitement for Rasul to come with my "manuscript"of first novel. His friend got some odd job in a small  Publishing House . I have handed over my manuscript to him two weeks ago."

"From my school life my goal of life was to be a writer, a successful writer !  Rasul  gave me that hope of life ! I am so grateful to him !"       ......................

Amir did not reply. He knows well that  how much  crafty Rasul is enough to give false promise!.........

"Lo, he has come!"  

Saheb looked at Rasul with great hope. 

But to his disappointment Rasul conveyed ,

"I'm so sorry Saheb!" 

My friend in publishing House complained that  amidst  380 pages  of the manuscript  nowhere   mentioned the word   'fuck'  which is a ‘must’  in any  fiction  of the modern western literature!

I advised you repeatedly to put in the story enough 'spice' which means cocktail of raw sex  with slang words  and vulgarity ; otherwise theme  or plot is not  enough to attract general readers, understand?

To become  'best seller'   in US Publishing Houses  you must pack some juicy matter like illicit gossip, rape , 'fuck' in several chapters!...hmm...

Such a novel without salt or spice will never be published in this country.  Rasul threw the rolled manuscript in disgust from his side bag on the ground! 

Saheb with insulted red face started to pickup scattered pages of the manuscript and murmured in contempt :

“ …it is a story of single mother struggling to bring up her children to respectable position in society......”

Rasul cried out,  " Eureka!....snatched the dialogue by stopping Saheb. 

.... Why arn't you  adding 'Motherfucker'?  …………..

     It's mother-fucker!...perfect  to  fit. 

"Saheb , Try, try again using the word  'mother-fucker!'

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Two elderly women  passed them with walker little  ago ; they turned heads from little  far to hear the slang word "fuck". From the opposite side  a police van was coming and was stopped by those  women. 

Amir said to Rasul, "we will be arrested by the police  for you! Look the  women seemed to complain something about us to the police !"

Watching it Rasul hurried  them,"Let us leave this place quickly by taking nearest  subway stairs !"……………..

[Words:=627]

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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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