Sipra's Diary: [ Short Story]>. Blockage for aspiring Writer............Sept,2026.

    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 witness   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   snatched the dialogue by stopping Saheb. 

Eureka ! got it ,said excitedly.

.... 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 !"……………..

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Sipra's Diary: "Autumn" :[. season with nature ]

     Autumn: [ Season  with  Nature.]  [Sonnet ]

The sun bunks early from the sky 

As the Autumn steps on the earth ;

The leaves on plant tremble  in the air 

With cold and fear;..  red and yellow colour 

Add beauty to console but not to live longer!

Some dry leaves heap around their mother plant 

While other are scattered hither and thither    

It is fun to watch the whirling leaves by wind ;

The troupe of leaves in  colorful gown 

Run dancing, as if, after some invisible pied piper

Like crazy  mob or unruly kids to enjoy  fun fair !

The barren skeleton of  mother plant staring dumb,

Look  for butterfly to come, meet and mate,

For right season with  patience and confidence awaits,  

To bear  new  fortune with leaves, fruits and flowers.

Sipra's Dairy : "LAST. STOP"..............

   LAST  STOP :  

  Lines-23   sipra Roy     

 

Every  beginning is followed by closing ceremony,

Boom and bust in finance regulate overall destiny,

It pervades in every spec of the earth,

All phenomena come under same physical path .

 

In the prohibited  Garden of Eden

Information technology is the latest dragon

Instead of single bite /or byte      

The whole apple has been swallowed

Future generation with barren brain need to borrow

From them whatever they need to know:

 

What seed is left after the global rampage ,

For the future as product of knowledge?

Where to seek the holy seed 

In North pole Svalvad  or Microsoft  git-hub?

What will happen if it is destroyed  by some raging comet!

Will our beloved earth be empire   of sphinx or chimera

Or will be ruled by some alien from other planet? 

Will the story of Adam, Eve  and snake 

Finally would take refuge only in Bible’s  page?   

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Sipra's Diary: "Secret. Enemy"

 Secret Enemy  (  Poem)

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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, 

Detected the larking beasts in me are '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 two opposites forces: fear or hope! 

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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Sipra's Diary: Poem> MOUNTAIN

                     MOUNTAIN > [ part-1]

The mountain, hard strong and stubborn

Stands still by its own, ages eon, not known

Since ages eon, he was still standing alone.

Sun, rain, wind throughout the season,

Failed to disturb him for long .

 

He was unaware that his body has crack!

One morning he was shocked but amazed

With the mystifying soft cooling touch,

Of some shiny silver-line of water 

Melting down through his crack!

 

Curiously as he broadened his heart—

Instantly foamy snow-white ripples of stream

Poured  down fluttering with new vitality,

And musical sound echoed all  around;

The mountain yelled, ‘don’t leave me alone;

Stop going far, stay embracing me, darling!’

 

Giggling and bouncing answered the stream

‘My life is in flowing!’ how to share you

How much fun and romance lie ahead 

To explore the pristine land, by cutting edge,

I’m never destined to be stagnant in one!

I can’t stop until I meet my beloved ocean.

 

 

 

The mountain could neither move nor yell

Only some pieces of rock dropped down

From his mournful cracked heart,

To be swept away by the flowing river!

 

The stream assured him humming as she running,

“I may come back to you some day,

If raging sun of summer elopes me 

In the windy chariot of floating cloud 

To be dashed against your lofty body

As shower of rain to calm you,  rocky dear! 

 

Though I’m not sure whether you or 

Your brethren  will give me shelter !

In silent pain the mountain remained mum

Only to swear silently, ’once  you come back 

I will captivate you in my deep heart 

  And never  to be released  at any cost .

 

               MOUNTAIN  [ Part -2]

Kind Nature kisses soothingly on

The crack of Rocky Mountain;

No sooner the cracks were covered

With  mossy green, soft and velvet;

Rain showers to adorn the Valley of rock

To fulfill  loving  Nature's wish !

With timber at bottom and rich greenery.

 Chirping birds gather to cheer up  in the morning;

 The peaks were crowned with silvery snow

To glitter so gorgeous  with sun's reflection

To make envy even the heaven!

Nature consoles rocky in her lap

"Are you happy now,  my son?

"your body is now covered with gorgeous green

The peaks glitter with silvery crown;

Wherever the 'restless 'stream flows down,

 Bound to wash your feet first until to  meet the end 

Lots of stream may origin from your bosom,

To  touch and worship your  feet

You are no more alone, my son!

Always be with flora and fauna for fun.

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Sipra's Diary: "Status Of Dog". [ from Canine Fable]

 

 

 

In the evolution of civilization, there are some distinct landmarks. Among the most remarkable was shifting to agricultural life from  that of hunter-gatherers': a giant leap;  men became settler which in course of time, created the ownership of land:  [ the root of all complications.]

Status of the dog also changed accordingly with the lifestyle of man. So long the pack of dogs moved with their tribe. Later on, some of them happened to belong to different individual masters, while some became stray dogs. But whether domesticated or stray, all of them were loyal by nature and adjusted in the community. A sense of duty 'to guard' and 'to protect' their masters' cause flowed in the DNA of their blood (no matter whether for individual or for the community).

    In the old days, keeping dogs as a pet was popular mostly in European countries first and not in Asian countries, at least in India. In old picture or movie, it was very common to see a white sophisticated woman and a man with a suit, boot, tie, hat, stick and holding a dog in the chain on street or park or a dog peeping its head from the window of a car. The royal family of Britain were very much fond of the dog as a pet and still maintaining the tradition. Queen Elizabeth-11 has favorite four pugs.

 

 In Europe, people could not take a shower throughout the cold season. There was no sunshine. People suffered from skin diseases. Dogs were kept to clean their bodies by licking; and relieved them from worms, itching and skin diseases. Dogs used to give the comfort of warmth and relief by licking with a soft tongue.

From the English literature, we can know how old was this tradition. 

 As the British set up colonies in various places, they influenced their culture also in those territories. But only wealthy and fancy people used to keep dogs as pets. In India, still, now, a number of stray dogs are random compared to pet dogs. These stray dogs survive on the left-over food from their neighborhood; they are night-guards, more loyal than salaried human beings.

 

 In my neighborhood of India, I have noticed from the balcony the dogs seems lying idly but started howling and chased after, if any stranger, especially hawker passed through the lane. I am amazed to notice their sixth sense. The same type of behaviour, if any dog from another zone come near to them. They are very much territorial.

Anyway, my focus of this article is how the people,s  perception has changed the status of the dog. So far the dog has been humanized; what will be next?

 

Will they be "divinized" also in the coming days? Egyptian sculpture portrayed god with the head of a dog and (also with the head of an eagle.)

Is civilization taking us backwards. ?

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Sipra's diary: [2026 ] "Reverted Pyramid"

  

                                        Reverted Pyramid

 A  Pyramid  form of society in ancient time was better than the  transformation  of “revert”  form of society !   Democracy is pushing towards that impractical imaginary dystopian future !‘

 “we are all kings” can be sung with profuse emotion but doesn’t work   well .                    

in practical life .

 

 If we think   society  as a living entity ,  head comes on the top and never at the bottom !

Bats!  

Poor bats; outlawed   bats!  I wonder why   Nature  is so cruel to punish them   to stay  by dangling heads downwards ;   is it for breathing  ?

 ……When human babies are born , the nurse  hold their feet  upwards ,like bats until they cry …[  may be breathing also ] !

 

In developed country  the society tends towards reverted form of pyramid !

 

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