Sipra Roy: " FOOD, FESTIVAL, and PETS"

 

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Food festival and pets are closely related to 'home'.

 Food and festivals are intertwined  throughout  the world. 

India is a land of festivals. Some festivals are provincial while some are national. Among them Dewali, Holi ( festivals  of colour), Durgapuja and X-mas are  celebrated  with pomp and splendour throughout India. They are declared and marked in calendar as national holidays.

Most of the global festivals come within  October to December and related to the position of moon. Like Dewali,Jewish Hanukkah, Christian X-mas,  China's lantern festival :all are 'festival of lights' and connected to religion trailing interesting stories.

 

 Food, and music also are closed to festivals.  variety of Sweet items ,fruits and nuts  are  offered .Festivals are not only center of social gathering of friends and family but  also of business   leading to   commercial gain .  On the occasion people shop new clothes ,shoes  cosmetics jewelry  and lots of gifts for friends and family. Thus ultimately they add to country's economic growth.  Any festival causes to circulate money not only to the related land but also throughout the world, since the  local today has become also global .  It is a   great positive side of any festivals that  psychology of  people  as a whole have been 

Improved  to accept and celebrate  festivals  of  other 

Country.

 

·     Pets are related to home, next to food and festivals. They are considered as integral part of most family, whether living in city or in urban  area. Among pets dogs, cats and birds are popular both as useful and as companion.  Senior people are fond of pets as companion, as their children are away from them. With the absence of three generations living together, value and status of pets have been upgraded.

·       Pets also like to be pampered. Cats don't need to chase behind any mouse for food;They get nutritious food from pet's shop; so are the dogs. Instead of protecting the house from miscreants and staying awake throughout the night, they feel sleepy like young school kids in  early night .They are kept as owner's pride,  as  if decoration pieces to beautify  the home  and not for utility as they used to be.

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In our childhood we were fond of reading comics of 'Aronyadev'(god of jungles) where  all animals live peacefully bonded with love; lamb and lion used to drink water from the same lake.

 

*It seems we are coming near to that state when animals will be devoid of animosity and achieve divinity.

 

How long the human specie will take  time to achieve divinity such as pet animals? If it happens, then this mundane  earth with lots of contradictions and confusions will turn into heavenly abode, not in dream or conference but in reality !

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I am sorry that I failed to share pictures with my readers .Google 

should  help to do that.

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Sipra's Diary : Poem> Literary Citizenship

  Literary Citizenship.

How   long   I  will be a refugee

 Roaming around the periphery

  Of  literary garden   for  entry !

Seeking  asylum under some  shady tree;

Or a corner to join   similar souls like me!

Is there any hope to be welcomed by elite  angel

Or to get shower of blessing from Athena !

Surely 'nope nope, nope'  is the only answer. 

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With electronic crown  adorned  in AI  devices 

 Athena replies with sigh "I am no more goddess!''

Pointing to her crown,  "IT  is your New  goddess!

 Online Whole-sale market is  getting ready to bless 

Whoever  will afford this crown on their  heads.

The new Digital village will be founded with lava 

On  the   archaic cemetery of  creative  sepulture.

                                                                     Sipra Roy

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Sipra's Diary: #....."Netaji Subhaschandra"....& Calcutta bookfair.

     " Adesh chilo, Delhi Cholo,

         Delhi mora Joi korechi ,

         Aj Tumi Kotha  Netaji!"

We grew up breathing  in  the elixir of patriotism ; The current flew   strong & powerful throughout our school life....,. 

My eldest brother of 13/ 14  years old,  who tried to sow seed of patriotism in     neighborhood  children team .   He taught them marching and patriotic music...... 

 My brother led the team of children to march with the music below:

 #. KADAM KADAM BARAYE JA,

      KHUSHISE GEET GAYEJA ,

       " YE  JINDEGI HAI  KAUMODI."

.......I was then too young to speak distinctly ; I  used to  sing  the last line  from my sister's lap  

        like....      " e-jing- b-jing- korbo-ki"!

All others made fun of it .

My father was posted in  HAZARIBAGH,,Bihar.

All the wealthy and elite class people of Calcutta [. so called 'Babus"] used to come for "change"in the healthy region of Bihar ;  Hazaribag , Ranchi Modhupur Giridih,  Jhajha, Jashidih , shimultala, Deoghar were  famous  among them. These wealthy people had their own buildings with large garden having variety of fruits and flowers  There were  gardeners,   care-takers  to look after the property. Throughout the year the children entered the garden for grabbing fruits by jumping over  the wall until they were chased by guard  to get out ! Sometimes the guard remained cool ;because the fruits were too abundant to be consumed by the boys.It was a time far from the hotel business flourished ! Most Babus had luxurious arrangements in the building ,not less than any starred hotel.

My father became close friend with some of the "babu" family. I mentioned  my father's story  in my google 'Blog' account. But now I will add a new story. 

Netaji's family  also used to come every year in Hazaribagh. I don't know whether that was their own house or rented !

They used to invite my father's family in  the 'yangna,'  performed at the end of 'SatyaNarayan   puja. It was perhaps  about 1946,  before India owned independence.

When the most invitees left, my mother asked Netaji's mother about Netaji curiously,

"  Do you think Netaji is still alive?"

Netaji's  mother  smiled sadly ; then shifting eyes from curious face of my mother  she replied,  

"Sure, he is alive very much to me!" 

Mom:   [in whispering voice] "may I know where he is now hiding? I wouldn't tell anybody!"

By the time my father came to call my mom. He started  asking common formal conversation with Netaji's  mother; before leaving .

Dr. Sunil Basu [ Netaji's brother] treated my brother and saved him from critical condition. My brother had  typhoid and Septic mumps  simultaneously. Dr. Sunil Bose operated him in our house .  He brought all his surgical instruments necessary for operation and asked my mom to boil water .  

He himself came near the kichen for more boiled water . My mother was frying some "pokora / chop." 

He sniffed and asked my mother  to taste some warm fries . My mother offered him with tea . He asked some more fries.

Operation was successful but remembering pain  my brother used to abuse  random to the Dr. but the Dr smiled and never minded .

He used to visit our home almost everyday of his stay in the town.       I heard the story from parent  I also heard that Netaji fled  from Gomoh station , near Hazaribag . He was seen lastly in Gomoh , India.

Then in Germany under the shelter of Hitler. But he remained mysterious  in the heart of all Bengalese  like a painful lump !.....   Time to time rumor of "Netaji has come"' ignited the Bengalese in new enthusiasm!

Slowly time healed up the rumor in silence under  multiple complexities! 

Calcutta Bookfair -2026  knocked to remind India as well as the world how much love and  adoration the Begalese still bear for Netaji . 

Thanks to Kunal Bose for publishing the book in the broad arena of the Book-Fair!

Hearty  Congratulations on behalf of  ever-alive-all- patriotic hearts!

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Sipra's Diary:< Published > "A busy Street At Midnight"

 

A Busy Street At Midnight

 

It was  after a Friday late-night  show

Waiting on the sidewalk to go home.

Waiting more than half an hour 

Increased my worries as the crowd became thinner.

 

A busy street! long black deserted and sleek

So different to look at midnight!

Stretched almost straight and then 

Bent to be lost in invisibility

Made it so feminine and mystic!

 

The hole day so much load and traffic it bears

Instantly reminded me the tired face of my mother!

I felt to embrace her and wish let her  take

Sleep rest of the night, undisturbed by any invader.

 

Feeling became so vivid and vibrate in me 

That street remained no more street

Nor even my mother,

It absorbed intensely with me!

I forgot my impatience or worries,

And what for I was waiting! 

Until my daughter’s voice startled me, Mom!’

Holding the opened door of  ‘cab
Looking back I slipped silently

In the cab that that rolled towards home 

Nor through the road 

But sliding on my supra -sensuous  being!.

Sipra's Diary: (Poem) " INCREDIBLE. SPECIE"

                                "Incredible  Specie "

 Human race campaigned four billion years

 With many more lethal viruses

But did not extinguished like dinosaurs

Or some other specie like mammoth or platypus

He still reigns over the creatures in the universe;

Then why in Covid-19 should we be so anxious?

 

Time leaps over the heaps of pandemic -corpse,

As if, passing over the bough of cherry-blossoms;

Utterly impassive of human traumatic conditions.

 If we can’t get rid of worries and fears of present virus,

Chariot of Time will carry us, defying all obstacles.

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Sipra's Diary : Success >. A blackhole.

 

Success!

All of us in this mortal world crave for 'success' , die for achieving success ! We don't think of the flip side of success. How much hard it is to handle success,..to digest success.

First success pushes to leap for more and then again to jump far more and then  to infinite 'more'& more ....,

That is why most  super -duper -celebrities doom in drugs,  in  frustration, even suicide . They feel alone in a lonely icy cold planet.

Starting from Plato, Michael Angelo, Leo Tolstoy , Newton , Madame Curie, Beethoven , Abraham Lincon, Emily Dickinson Steve job, Sylvia Plath, Van Gaug, or Michael Jackson great thinkers or artists  ended life as sad and lone persons.

It is better to have some failure like Robert Bruce and to get to be inspired to experience   success from failure through trial and error from the spider.

Failures leave ways to move forward whereas success has  either dead ends, or enters ultimately to blackhole!

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Sipra's Diary : "Art Of Arts "..>> [for"CADENCE>" FSPA-]

              “ART Of  ARTS”

Let the poetry be pristine 

And untouched by any  ‘art’  

As itself is the ‘art of arts’, 

Quintessential form  of heart.

Art is another form of artificiality:

 Alias of adulteration.

Let it sustain to express 

The freedom of mind without fear 

Not to be bound with 

Superstition, rules and regulation

Let her remain savage as 

Wild flowers, not to ornate 

With flowery language or 

Burdened with pedantic knowledge

Just like flowers bloom 

To spread fragrance ,

Let her spring the message of

Truth, beauty and goodness.

 

But who is there in near future 

to worry about the “art of poetry?”

In this digital age, as AI is ready 

To step in the literary garden

Who will appeal or protect I

In custody the  “Art” of poetry ?

If the ‘App’ in brain produces 

Poems of love, loss, laughter

From the AI factory, 

To replace the   Eden of literature!

Who cares for creativity?  

What future for ‘imagination’ ?

 

 Yes, graveyard is ready, 

 Coffin is waiting ………

 What epithet will be chosen  

 To inscribe on the tombstone ?........

 *”Step softly,  a dream lies here!”

                         or,

 * ”The best is yet to come !”.

  Of course , that epithet 

  Also has to be borrowed 

  From frozen cemetery or factory! 

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