Sipra Diary: "Emerging Competitors with The Bovine Milk --------" /2026

 EMERGING  COMPETITORS  WITH   THE BOVINE MILK: :NEW SUPER-FOOD!

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   Along with some amazing benefits and boons 21 st century hosted us also a plethora of weird and shocking news:  the news of an emerging billion-dollar business which is not only unimaginable  but    ruthlessly unethical. I came to know by reading the article “The new business of breast-feeding” by C.Jung.

The electric breast-pump machine was a boon to the working new mothers who preserved in bottles or in ice-trays in the refrigerator for their own babies.  But now many new mothers who have excess breast-milk which their babies do not need to consume, they sell it at $1-$ 3 per ounce on the sites like onlythebreast.com.

Also some companies come directly to moms to collect and make it more nutritious by adding supplements…a new super-food!!

     Imagine!

Very soon we will see that spick and span hygienic buildings where new moms with excess breast-milk ,sitting in front of electric pump-machine in a row of cubicle  for each ,like any corporate office ,during their  3-months post maternity leave. Outside the building, truck of some big company will be seen  waiting ,with queer poster of human milk instead of the picture of  “horizon” or Brown-cow” etc, etc.

      Like a cartoonist I imagine to sketch some bully rebel herd of cows standing aggressively blocking the entrance-gate  of the “Human-Milk” building in protest of their  emerging rivals………….with the slogan's their  "humba-humba"- voice……

                    "protect our rights: > humba--  humba---”....

 

   In    2013 Affordable Care Act was reformed and intertwined with the Insurance companies to cover the cost of breast-pumps and  as Medela ,a leading manufacturer in the US stepped in,  caused wide-spread use of pumps which in turn fuels the secondary market for human-milk.

 

So long breastfeeding has remained an integral bond between mother and child exclusively, far from the market of raising profit . 

In US law and order is in control of government and people are  health-conscious.  But what about the women of third-world poor countries where average masses are ignorant and flaws of laws are  rampant  to sweep over the "so-called law- and –order”of the country?  

 

The new moms of poor countries  will be  pathetically exploited as  resourceful commodities. Like buffaloes, goats and cows they will be given injection to produce excess breast-milk to raise profit. There may be massive health-hazard to the new moms and future siblings of the new-born babies There is possibility of Sick mothers and crippled or deformed  babies in the poor countries in coming future.

 

In this globalization age   no profitable business will be confined in its place of origin.

 

It is bound to spread globally. Before it happens, I appeal (-but where?),-----yes, to the alter of mass-god , to raise voice in protest  against it on the ground of global ethics.

 

 

There should be some Global Ethics which will hold the power to control and condemn each and every business, and specially with vigil eye  on  any profitable Big- Business.

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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?

Sipra's Diary: ***@--- " VISION "....

 

      Vision-                                                                                                                                                      word= 764.

I can't take any decision easily or quickly. Even in simple everyday life whether I will go for morning walk or grocery shop or library or watch T,V or not; -or deciding what shall I take today in breakfast :-toast  with butter, or oatmeal with milk and banana?  I think I lack the power of decision.  Is it for weak self-confidence?

Even I don't look the list of menu in restaurant . My children chose my food on behalf of me. Is it for weak self -confidence?

 I am not sure.  

 

May be, I did not have to struggle or meet challenging obstacles in life; obstacles and adversity help to build character strong and generate self-confidence.  I was brought up in protective environment. Many a time seems me to be enigmatic to myself for contradictory traits in my character.  

Again, in many matters I feel myself  that I am strong as a woman . 

….Another shortfall in me is procrastination.

 

Anyway I was thinking how VISION trigger exceptionally and equally : whether in individual case or in corporate company. Let us observe the following  companies:

 HINDUSTAN LIVER CO, PROCTER GAMBLE, COLGATE -PALMOLIVE CO:

…Just   as   ants or rats search food   by smelling, visionary entrepreneur enter the emerging country with the pre apprehension of what business they can pitch   successfully.    

They noticed that in poor countries   clay  around the   pond  was  used as substitute  for  detergent . Hindustan Liver company first acquired the "brand" by introducing "Lifebuoy" soap for cleansing body and be afresh after day -long  labor in dirt and humidity .      

They stepped first to NGOs and kids'   schools; they researched that it would  be easier to convince the mothers  and via them ultimately full family and then the  community also !Thus  it  helped them to create awareness of health and  hygiene  among the kids through  school!.  

Right was their assessment! Once the mothers were convinced, variety of detergent  powders as Surf, liquid soap ,  tooth-paste   one by one, occupied     stable place   as  necessary commodities of  daily livelihood  in the  community. 

Next the sanitary napkin was launched  after  much  prudence and observation.  It had been noticed that the graph of women education and sanitary napkin developed    simultaneously in the village-girls' school. .  

The number of dropped -out girls from  schools  increased as they started period.  Because the girls felt discomfort as those village- schools have no proper toilets. Some NGO company did awesome job in Rajasthan villages and won award  by arranging sanitary toilet not only to school  but in neighborhood houses  also. All these products were new to India and many other developing countries.

Procter Gamble   kept eyes in which village the girls started going to school; it reached there promptly with Colgate -Palmolive and sanitary napkin !

[Detergent, tooth-paste, sanitary upliftment prove educational   upgrading as well as financial!] 

So far my knowledge goes, the base of above  companies were owned by UK. But now all have become global. 

A country is thought to be more civilized than others as it promptly accept the “change and embrace to modernity.

The competition became brutal as soon as we stepped to the global village, where financial trading turned to be heart-throb! 

*Many parent companies of America have been lost before this new  millenium .There were Companies like Zerox and Research  those are owned by wealthy 'Family companies' who manufactured highly regarded electronic instruments. 

Steve job and Bill gates purchased the companies... .

Rest is  history !  I.B.M and Microsoft created storm in the information technology.

They had vision and mission to :  'sky is the limit'!

Kodak  company of Japan which once monopolized throughout the world was lost as it failed to embrace or fathom the modern digital age. I got a Kodak box camera, the first gift from my husband. I shall put some piece of photo, if I find out that old one . Now we hear no more of Kodak. Only for their lack of vision !...For the same reason Ambassador car of  Hind Motor became obsolete. They had no vision or perspective of in which direction the future was heading !

 

Narayan Murti of I.I.T, Mumbai glorified Infosys. 

Sunder Picchii  is taking 'Google' forward in that  ”potentially  enlightenedcircle“ which would startled the  future world  like sudden geyser arising from the depth of ocean!

 

Many bright students from I.I.T, Mumbai are driving the American digital world towards glorious future.

Only those who are Visionary can understand and predict who will reach first to target the right spot -- which is ‘invisible’ presently, but will be ‘visible’ after ten years just like  amazing  geyser !

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Sipra's Diary: AJOURNEY FROM EVOLUTION TO REVOLUTION>.>

 A journey from evolution to Revolution.//.     Words=542//   

Window!
It is so fascinating to me; from early childhood; still, have the passion to the same intensity. Whether a train or bus or car or plane if I don't get my seat beside a window, I feel fun of my whole journey is spoilt.
A window is not meant for the only outlet of air or wind, but something more. something meaningful. It gives the exposer of the outer world; for the sick, for the baby and also for the old baby like me. 

Like photographs in a frame it holds a view of the neighbourhood buildings nearby, a piece of sky with various moods and colours in the high and the passers-by on road with incessant running cars.

 When I first came to Manhattan, I spent almost half of the day on the side of this huge glass window of the high-rise building: Horse drawn tourist carts from central park,  bunch of students with back-pack who reminded me very much of my own children; Every day at the same time with the students I used to see flocks of birds in the sky flying from the west towards east; While the students of John Jay and Mount Sinai were going from the east towards west to their college. I watched the birds curiously; The flocks swooped down like  group dancers  guided by some fantastic choreography to some roof on the east. 

I guessed there must be some Indian Gujaratis who kept grains on the  ground or roof regularly .Within 9:30 I noticed the birds again returning towards the west; right towards  the direction they came. from.
The students were on the ground with their unknown soaring dreams, and the birds flying high in search of food on the ground.  Walking students on the road with uncertain future and flying birds on the high with the guarantee of food; 

Just both are in opposite directions with opposite aims!     
Yesterday I felt too sleepy to finish the article "window!" And I lost the flow of thought that was driving me yesterday.

Who innovates window?

 

 Wind +blow, to let free access of wind; amazing idea !

Freedom at random to enjoy the outer world with secured safety;

 Perhaps our ancestors living in caves first needed the idea of a window to keep the family and themselves safe from the enemy and harsh weather. They blocked the opening of the cave with some piece of rock with a little opening on the top to let in free air and light and the sight of the enemy along with the outside world. With the time ancestors crawled out from the cave; then walked, and started marching forward ...how many years ago?..

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 I am now with a light electronic box on my lap having a window: world wide window, sitting on a cosy revolving chair in an air-conditioned room, browsing Antartica, Amazon, Grand Canyon or Savanna anywhere I wish; just by one click I can survey the vertual globe like a kid's toy. 

Globe has come from table to lap, from lap to palm and from palm to "spectacles" and next?..... From glass to contact lens on the retina of the eye?

....By then I will be in my ethereal body requiring nothing but  to watch my successors enjoying. 

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Sipra's Diary: TRIBUTE TO FOURTH JULY

  Thursday, July 4, 2024

       

             Spirit Of 4th July in  America      

       'Oh  say, can you see':what lie ahead,

       Standing under  the pressure

       Of undesired piles of crises

       Are you perturbed or Afraid?

              

      Oh America, what a great test

      Now, that  you need to select

      whether  you would chose  to be hunchback

      Bankrupt father of the opulent immigrants

      Or, a solvent capitalist leader of the Nation,

     To take care of the country with allround vision?

     At the dawn of your young   days

     You famed as a 'nation of immigrants'!

     But long back,you achieved to ride on

     By your own; stood up as savior with valour !

     The  asylum is  too overburdened

     Now to shelter   anymore!

    Oh, Time summons you to pitch deeper

    In the heart of the Nation

    The star spangled banner

    That waves with reminder:

    Each bright star is the symbol

    For each state  that was rescued

   At the cost of blood and 

   Lives of  the  ancestors,

   Who sailed  through the stormy ocean,

   Crossed the desert and mountain,

   Marched bruised,on prickly thorn,

   To bestow peace and freedom to the Nation!

Oh Nation !

What treasure  do you restore

For the ancestors  as tribute?

Can you  promise  to retain

Their pride, power, prosperity and peace?

How much to expect

From this 'Humpty Dumpty' diverse nation?

Are they willing to chant  together

 In chorus tune again:

 'God  bless  America!' 

     

Sipra's Diary: "SHOOTING STAR"> [True Story ]photo

                                                                                                                     

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                                  SHOOTING  STAR ( True Story ) Sipra Roy

 

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Ever since I was a little girl, shooting star always remained in me,  still now, as awe and wonder, simultaneously  the automatic music  is played  in mind, following the star:

"Twinkle twinkle  little star/ How I wonder what you are / Up above so high/like a diamond in the sky."

 The moment we used to see a shooting star in childhood, we always impulsively pointed at it and screamed "look, look at the shooting star! "

 

Most of the kids of my age believed one must close eyes to wish which might be granted by god. Star was thought as symbol of magic, dream and fulfilling wish and hope. Shooting star gives a certain glow to the night sky. when a speck from its body come down to the earth.

 I could never close my eyes for "wish" as my friends ; instead I gazed and arduously wish to get  that particle, to own that particle,  which never happened. With much pain and wonder I asked my mother, "Ma, why that shooting star always lost in the midway of the sky and never reached the land?"

Mom answered," because it burns and become ashes which mixes with air .It looks like a star falling but actually a piece of rock and dust, metal known as meteor. When two heavenly bodies  collide their tracking, small part is separated, then like a spark it comes downward but through the airy layer the spark often burns out to ashes before touching the earth's ground. It is not a star at all , but an illusion. "

 

I was never happy with this answer.

 

"Ma had you ever seen it to touch the earth  in your childhood  ?'

 

'Yes not me, but my grandmother witnessed it.'

 

 'Really? Then tell me  ma ,   please! '

 

  It is a true story told by my mother.  She came to know from her grandma.

 

 Great Grandma had a habit of taking bath at night before going to bed in their family owned  pond, adjacent to their house .One night she saw some bright flashing particle  (a shooting star) dropped near by their pond at the time of taking her bath. 

 

She was terrified; the night was dark the pond was surrounded by tall palm trees and low mud wall. She was extraordinary courageous. She watched it for at least half an hour. She noticed some flickering light; at first golden yellow and  then bluish light was prominent .Within half an hour gradually it began to dim. 

 

Great -great grandmother dragged a huge clay bowl from her near-by cow-shed and dropped over  to cover that dimly flamed matter. She did not disclose it to anybody at night. 

 

Next day in early morning she told first to my grandfather who was a doctor. Great great grandma with my grandfather and his attendant, named Haru came to the spot; Haru lifted over that clay-bowl curiously, as he was asked  to do. They saw something look like a lump of meat, still flickering light( like fire-flies )  was  coming out from the pores of the lump. 

 

Haru  brought a long iron spear and shovel from the cow-shade. He tried to move it ; but it  was too heavy to move. he pierced it with the spear; it looked like oily glossy lump of dark brown colored  flesh and still flickering fade blue  flame from the scattered pores. Finally it was covered again with the same bowl. 

 

Grandpa sent an urgent message  to  the superintendent of Calcutta Museum.  Within 10 Am. a special team of British scientists  from Calcutta reached by a zeep and a car. 

By the time the news spread over; a huge crowd from the adjacent villages  gathered around the pond; many  children  and  villagers climbed on the trees to get  a better view. 

The scientists told that they thought it to be  a speck of meteor, made of metal but still not hard enough to be rock With the help of shovel their team laborers  put it on their zeep-car. They left                                                                                                                                                                                    after congratulating  my grandpa a lot for informing them   ..

 

Curious villagers were excited  more to see the team of white British people  which was a rare sight in the village, in addition to that ugly dung dropped from the sky The adults began to discuss   gravely about that odd piece  fromthe sky as inauspicious and went towards the temple to consult with the priest.

"There must be sin ;we should do some 'yagna' to save the village "

  

I learnt from my mother that it was kept in the Calcutta Museum with written history at the bottom. 

My great grand mother kept it secret  at night because the ignorant villagers might relate it to ghost spirit and might claim their own decision under the guidance of ignorant orthodox priest ,instead of calling scientist for research. I appreciate my  courageous great -grandma with such advanced scientific mentality, more than 140/45 years ago! 

Although most of the meteors burn up but some do survive and reach our ground ; they are all journey from space to earth.

As my childhood was over, the myth of wish or hope related to shooting star was lost from memory but it remained still as a piece of beauty, love and wonder. 

It is amazing to think how wonder is the life of shooting star to witness the majestic universe in its journey from space to earth.  !!

---I am really jealous;   I wish strongly  to be  a  shooting star next life.

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Sipra's Diary :.......MEMORABLE MEAL>>>[..Feast of Fasting], 2026

 #(9)Memorable Meal> :( Feast of Fasting!)by Sipra Roy

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 What a crazy prompt to some  septuageneration,

To write  about the' memorable  meal?  In this long 

Way of journey lots of meal have been taken  and forgotten!

Now for the sake of this prompt I need to walk in back gear,

And  successfully dig the memory of 'memorable meal';

It was on the eve of winter vacation when  I was in grade ten ,

Only Five  friends of us decided to arrange a picnic 

On the river bank which was not far from  the school.

We overcome the biggest issue to get permit from parents.

 "Picnic with only five friends?"moms commented:"so aberrant!" 

"What is your menu ,who knows cooking   among you?" 

Raka  answered "Simple menu of vegetables-KHICHURI

We will manage  ourselves, don't worry!"

We  collected  rice, lentil,  vegetables from our houses

Our  excitement knows no bound before the day of feast !

On the early morning we  set out with carry bags.

Renu's sister hailed "hey, wait!" came running to give us a match-box.

We joyfully kept the matchbox inside  the  bag, full of wood .

"Thank you. dear sister!"you are really cute .

 

 We reached the white sand-y beach of the rivulet.

 We began  to sing and dance, releasing the bags from hands 

Keya and Nina made a hearth with bricks collected nearby banks 

I and Raka went with bucket to fetch water from the river.

We five bent  to see our reflection on the bucket of crystal  water!

 Nina  as the eldest of the siblings had to help her mother.

She was little better than us to manage household affair

She called us to wash and fetch the rice and food staff to her.

First she put the rice and lentils in the boiling water of the pot

While we were busy in cutting cauliflower  peas and potato ;

We screamed  together to notice  the grains dancing in boiling water.

 Pushing the rest of log in the hearth Nina informed worriedly,

She needed some more logs for preparing the KHICHURI edible.

"O  not to worry! there are plenty of branches under  the trees " 

Keya, Raka and  me  started running to. bring the branches ;but those branches  were not dry. So they gave only  smoke to make us blind with running enough tears. The fire was about to extinguish; To re-ignite, all    sticks of the match box except three  were  finished .

  We went again in search of fuel . Finally Raka got a  big and heavy log; We three girls  brought  it  by dragging . 

Raka declared : "this log would be enough to  cook something   more ."

Nina:"watched the log mindfully and asked"wherefrom you bring it  ?"

Raka: "just near the bank of the river!"

Nina: "this log is from the 'burning Ghat'; it is used to push the dead body in the fire ;that's why one end of the log is burnt and black."

We all cried out ,"Phew, throw,  throw away.! We have to take shower in this winter  after   going back home!"

Nina: " let us take our meal ,we are all hungry" 

We washed our hands and feet well and sat surrounding the pot of khichuri.

Nina : 'Though. not fully cooked , but still edible ".

As  Nina opened the lid,  we exclaimed ,

"ah, the smell  is exactly like Khichuri.  Throwing hands upwards we sang "Khichuri, delicious Khichuri !....Three cheers for Nina the culinary goddess....  

[perhaps Hestia, the virgin  Greek goddess  smirked for these naive girls]

...Nina's face became bright with pride .  Keeping  a big spoon in the pot.  she declared,  "let  us start by  self-service .".

....hmm.. but we forgot to bring our spoons. Next time we must add spoons for everybody in the list .

We were so hungry that we forgot completely our contempt about  that  eerie log used  for dead body!

..Khichuri was steamy hot to eat by hand.  We tried  small gulp by picking little portion from the side of the plate ;small gulp . 

Nina threw cryptic eyes to survey everyone's face, (after her first gulp!)

I whispered  to Raka ,"it is tasty but salt is less,I need to add salt."

Raka replied  outrageously "not 'less'! It is utterly saltless!    

Hey Nina !you forget to add  any salt,   it is too  tasteless for me to eat; when Renu proposed to include her sister who has cooking experience, you opposed  her."

"Be cool"We searched all the bags  for the packet of salt but not found in any bags.

Looking at our helpless faces Keya  commented  "In my house my mom uses less salt in all preparations for the high pressure of my grandfather.  So I don't feel too bad to eat .  Looking at Nina directly 

she continued "after all we have  some new experience ,isn't ," nudged Nina with elbow  to bring back normal atmosphere,

Two stray dogs were loitering around us ;We ate very little ; as soon as we  emptied  left-over  from the pot they rushed and finished the stuff.

 They finished the food stuff in a way which gave me  satisfaction.  It was only 1:00pm. after pack up we started to return home.  The dogs waged their tails joyfully to say us 'goodbye" .

 Face of Raka was red in anger and hunger  while Nina's face  was red  out  of shame or guilt. All the way we tried to console  both........ 

Raka grumbled  : " I hate to confess at home that it was a feast of -fasting!"

  Me:  "Yes, that's the hardest part of the story for me too."

I slipped. into the house like a cat through backdoor; I heard the chat and lough of my mother and sister from  the kitchen;  I wished to hide myself in the drawing room .Before that   I  was. interrupted " who is it? Who is there? "

"me'.   

"You? so early?  did you eat or starved?  Come,.. come here to share little of your picnic  adventure!...  We have still enough left over which you  can  take  if you wish ."

I heard them to giggle .

"Nno I'm full,I tried to sound 'fake burp' and rushed into the bathroom,  avoiding to confront  them .

From bathroom I slipped under the quilt  of my bed and pretended to sleep so that nobody could interrupt me further ; but it was hard to sleep as hunger was  painfully  kicking my empty stomach,  and squeezing  my intestines .......  

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