Sipra's Diary: "HOT, SEXY, NUDE AND.........."

 

Hot, Sexy, Nude, and Naked

Like every other things –science, technology or arts, language also passed through evolutionary process and changed its meaning. 

So far my knowledge goes, it was mostly a process of improving, uplifting .

Language is the appeal in which thought parade in public; it should not be clothed in vulgar attire.

  From Last few years “sexy’ and’ naked ‘ have come out with victory crown from closed cupboard to

world-wide open Stadium.

In  the grocery shop my daughter was  in the queue

 of pay-lines and I stood idly ,rotating my eyes  over 

articles on display on aisles. 

Out of curiosity I went near an isle where lots of paper cartons marked with brightly  written “naked:” 

My god! those were innocent smoothie of different fruits stamped by that name of company-to attract the potential customer. In   super glossy ‘Food, Health& hygiene’  Magazine  I noticed often sexy juices’ in colorful bottles,  obviously--with cookie-cutter   women model  in scanty dresses!  

Why aren't used   “organic”” pure,” “natural”, “herbal” or “ambrosial”-which  match well with fruits and food? 

  Does ‘sex’ has left the old skin like snake and has been promoted to some  newer meaning? 

When I showed my daughter she replied laughingly,

Do you know mom, the name of a very popular 

 restaurant in London is “NAKED CHEF”--

-looking at my wide-opened  shocking eyes she said humorously, 

”No,no, the chef is in proper dress ; but it means that 

the chef cooks pure healthy food without any harmful spices!”

---There is just one generation gap between me and my daughter; but how easily she can accept the change.

It is language which is salient distinct feature to make human race very special from the rest of species of the world; Only human was endowed with the divine power to articulate their thoughts in meaningful sound-capsule which is language .It needs to be honored.

Few years ago, in magazine, paper, T.V. talk show I heard everywhere hot discussion about a fiction titled as  ‘Monologue of  Vagina”. I winced to hear the title. May be theme of the book was not bad, something biological.  But the title?

 Perhaps the title did not help to earn much financial fortune. Otherwise second volume

 would  have been published as ‘dialogue between v--and p’-  targeting to a plethora of talk-shows!

I remembered in our time the biology teacher used to

 explain the biological term using  metaphor  while 

explaining the cause of women’s monthly period,as

 ‘weeping of the ovary.’ There was art of literature

 even in medical terms.

Literature is loosing aesthetic beauty because public accept it. Nobody raise his voice against I

I saw with surprise  near the Time-square for shoe advertisement of  a famous company, a photo of three completely nude beautiful young model -girls, [as high as building tower], standing in such a way like creepers, keeping almost invisible the private parts of body.

  I looked amazingly at the picture;  while in appreciation of the photographer,, I noticed painful expression in the eyes of those young faces...... Those eyes reminded me the contempt in the eyes of the  unseen, helpless  slaves in Roman age  against the brutal torture of their cruel masters. I asked sadly to my daughter,’ What is the purpose of this  huge nude picture?’

         “dear mom!’ It is for the 'ad of shoes and not for dresses', 

 Then my eyes followed to notice the long legs resembling stems,  three pairs of shoes in their feet.

   ‘But ironically, I think all but the shoes will be noticed  by passersby. People’s eyes will  halt and rest on the   upper to mid part and have rare chance to reach down to their feet!’

  I felt so sad; their painful look touched my heart;… perhaps those girls signed up with the company  for huge money, to meet up  for  student loan or family burden

without least knowledge  of  the  incomprehensible sacrifice (at the cost of feminine) they had to do.

 Or, may be I am wrong, backdated and pessimistic.

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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?

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Sipra's Diary: "Little learning is dangerous"

                                             "LITTLE LEARNING ............."

I am realizing now for myself  how much intensity of truth lies in the idiom"little knowledge is more dangerous"  than utter ignorance. I was quite good in the old world of  my pen and paper with abundant freedom; I used to write anytime according to my wish,according to my mood.Coming to US, I felt one who doesn't know computer he is like a blind ;and one who doesn't know driving ,he/she is  lame; and I am both.
Just after marriage my husband was intensely eager to teach me driving;within one week I became confident about myself that I was never born to learn it.
Now it is also redundant in New York.
 But i-phone and computer seemed to be a must. so with immense curiosity, I ventured to step in the arena of g-zero generation;  Perhaps it was a blunder/sin, for me. I was fascinated to explore this new-found mines of knowledge; so I joined a free computer class for adult in the library. I learnt little there, and the rest by trial and error by myself and by begging help to visitor  guest. As not properly learnt, I have no clear concept about the internet. I often suffer in confusion.

I write in the 'Microsoft words' first and then send it to Google 'draft'. I wrote lots of stories articles memoir and fiction in MS. Fiction cannot be finished in one day. When I want to write next time in Microsoft, I don't find the previous one; when I don't find my stuff, I am stuck and blocked. I feel so frustrated with my failure that I thought much time to go back to my old pavilion. But I can not; I lost the previous connection with the old one but could not handle the new one: technology.
I am caught in a trap. I am 'trapped' in the magical network of the internet. With high expectation, I wrote E-mail to Google  'Help'Team to rescue my lost pieces, but in vain. Until now I wasted a lot of time in fumbling instead of writing.
I remembered childhood adage  how' little learning is
a backlash!
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Sipra's Diary : ...." Foot -Print of memoir.'"...[ IQ,memory, mind]

  IQ , memory ,mind ...

  I learnt from my mom and later from book that  origin of human IQ is from 9 months to 9 years .  So the popular adage  runs if  those who lack intelligence at the age of 9, they lack it  even at 90.  Human IQ is closely related to brain .  A child can learn poem quickly than an adult or senior person  as the power of brain , and the power to memorize  is strong in early age than that of late age. 

But memory is different from IQ. [= intelligence Quotient].  I am well-known as  forgetful, careless person .  But I wonder when I retrospect then  some events of my very early childhood I can memorize,  even when I was less than 2years only!.....................

The age difference between me and my brother is only 2 years .The incident I remember...............

" .....We came back  at night [perhaps]  from my father's native village ......it was summer .......I woke up at midnight due to pang of hunger ;I came to  know perhaps for the first time kick of fasting  stomach ....I  was surprised to notice that all doors were unusually opened wide  at   night ....  it was moonlit night ;......I was able to see well through the opened door  outside the attached veranda and backyard.........

I called  again and again ,"ma ,ma!  

Sleepy mom  replied, 'umm'.....

" I am hungry; give me some food "........ 

 I went on repeating ....getting the 'same' response from mom.

 At last mom murmured,   'please wait until morning comes up'.........

My younger brother started to suck breast -milk  making sound "chuck,chuk'............

I felt I was  thirsty  also!

Again I called mom to say that & no response . 

Then somehow I managed to get down from the cot and came to the veranda where  I saw two earthen pots of water  kept in the corner ;   I tried first with the smaller one which  did not have any water ;   then   I inserted my hand with glass into the big pot and collected little sedimentary water after trying two three times...... I came back to room .after drinking  that much.......insufficient 

........ suddenly a crow called 'caw caw'.....

With the high hope  that  'desired morning 'has come ....I called my mom again gleefully ,  

"ma,  ma ,  wake up !  crow calls, 'wake up'... it is morning ,.......I'am hungry, wake up!  give me food "

Sleepy  mom replied    "morning  is yet to approach later ,........come here and lie down .".........

.....I heard only one crow called once ....then silent ....[ was it also  cry  due to hunger?], .....looking back I saw  the  moonlit backyard under  the clear blue   sky!...............

  Perhaps I was convinced that I need  to lie down and wait  for the morning to come .........

I tried to  get up on the cot to lie beside mom.......but it was too hard to get up ........it was too  high for me  to get up ...  I don't know howI got down ......I tried and tried.......

. ......the rest was  lost ......

  I didn't remember  what happened after................

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Humiliation

Another event  : My father was transferred in Modhupur, Bihar.; he got his accommodation  in a neighborhood  known as ' Saheb-Bunglow. most of our neighbors were white British people .  The Indians in the neighborhood also imitate British lifestyle. I had a sharp feeling that the place was different from the previous town we lived  .

I used to go to a friend named Babli's house every afternoon;  some other  girls used to come  to play in their  garden. Babli treated me as my  boss as I was much junior than her . She loved me as her vassal. Babli was the only daughter.  She had two unmarried sisters and a cousin sister . They all loved me. 

One afternoon as I went to play ,  Babli with her family members was going out  . She caught my hand and asked her mother to accompany me with them . First I objected ; but it was just upstairs their house; she pulled my hand .  They were invited for birthday party  of their daughter; perhaps there were some more guests . Babli's  family  were greeted warmly by the host family .All the guests were chatting , laughing in festive mood ;

I was sensitive ;I was feeling  I was not welcomed there ;  I should not come as I saw nobody of my family! But Babli caught my hand as soon as I was trying to slip  away.   Then the host served fancy dishes  full of snacks to guests  except me ; I felt to run out of the room ;  Just then an old lady casting  shocked look at me asked her daughter-in-law " O Bouma,  please give this cute baby, sitting here  with dry face; Aha-ha  poor girl!

A  disgusted  woman gave me  unwillingly only  rice-porridge in a metal bowl with spoon.  I felt  extremely humiliated.  I was  unwanted guest. A sense of  'guilty' to join as  uninvited  was also  hurting me! 

Babli was busy to unfurl the packets and look to the gifts.  So were the other guests also! I slipped away from the place to my home without  anybody's notice!  I did not disclosed the event to none at home!

So many years passed over me ; still  I carry the feeling  as I am writing ! 

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INSULT

 I was then in grade  four in  Giridih.  My father stayed here two and half years,....comparatively long time .  My childhood memory centering  Giridih  was quite rich in diversity and interesting to me.  I learnt many things here ! From  8 to 10 and half years were most glorious period of my childhood!

I was a student  of grade four in  Girls High School which was the number second schooling's my life .The school building and the surrounding  compound was larger than that of the # first school.

 .Grade four and five were free , no fees but  monthly one  'Quarter'. was charged for each student . My two brothers  had to give fees as they were in higher class . My mom used to give my brothers and me the "quarter"on the 16 th. of each month  as my father had his salary on the 15th of the month. Due to my sister's marriage  and festivals perhaps my mom forgot to give me that quarter.

One day after roll call the teacher announced :  

"following students are requested to meet the clark in the office as they are defaulters" ;  3girls including me in our  class went to the office where I saw some more [2/3 ] girls around the table of the clark.The clark was asking each one to clear the dues. When he turned to me I answered, "Sir I cannot give tomorrow but after the 15 th of the month. He turned his face  to me annoyedly , "Why?"

I answered  innocently,  "Because I can give after my father gets his salary."

"Huh!" "Can't give a quarter  in  time and coming to school  to study!"

  I  was not ready  at all for such thunder!

 It was summer ; the passing sun rays of early morning made his  ear pink ; he was very fair, tall , short  hairstyle like defense soldier ! Other girls  turned head towards me and  grinned. I wanted to run out of the office  but I couldn't. As if my feet was stuck  to floor  to become statue, in sheer insult!.....I came to class from the office . 

The clark's disdain voice  echoed  throughout the way while coming back to home;   .....I noticed my mom while she served me food... .At least 4/5 items, might be more in the plate .......I  told nothing to anybody ...... I played in  the afternoon ......but that disrespecting voice

ran on ...........

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Sipra's Diary: Tapestry of memoir and memory.

 

TAPESTRY OF MEMOIR AND MEMORY

Seniors seem  to be autumn -plant 

 Even with soft   sentimental touch 

 Fall apart , fragments of memory

 Like   dry but tinted   leaves .

Where  flies the glamour or flavor of life?

If variety is the spice of life 

Why not memory be?

why laughter romance fun

vaporize  through strainer in memoir;

Leaving in arid desert only warm sigh and  tear?

Let sprinkle of laughter and humor

be    added   to  serve  as dessert !!

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    Memoir or autobiography is written on the basis of one's    "ABILITY'   to collect  memories ; one need to retain the past  events and images. 

 We passed through variety of experiences and emotions in life; Joys sorrows , love ,  loss  , gain ,laughter , fun festivals bitterness sufferings ,reward , insult and what not : whole gamut of emotions. 

We  the seniors, share our stories with one another in memoir classes  last two years The seniors focus mostly the negative side of life ;Out of ten members elaborately  write and explain about disease.  (mostly cancer), painful delivery of baby or death of beloved near and. dear one ., survival of   holocaust , neglected and troubled   childhood , unhappy marriage ending in   divorce, racism or surviver as  victim of rape  ; I feel   these are  no doubt painful events to forget ;But is n't life something more?

I always think why nobody writes   much about   stupidity   fun and humor  in every day life to make the readers' laugh. instead  of impressing their mind with tragedy ?   

Charlie Chaplin said" A day without laughter is a day wasted;Laughter is the tonic, the relief from pain."

Really,Life is a tragedy when  seen in close up, but become  comedy in long shot ; so   better to look life through  not microscope  but telescope .   Memoir is  a psychotherapy, a catharsis . Even the sad events loose  the edginess  as it becomes metamorphosis  through  the long gap of time ! 

I am noticing last 10/15  years the trend of literature is   turning to  add to  the  heap  of cook-book   storage and personal   memoir/ autobiography .  

Is it the future of  our  literature?

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                                                   Sipra Roy

Sipra's Diary : Covid-19... [Part of Fiction]

 As Ronjoy turned his head , he saw Kunal  is busy in counting  the bunch  of toilet papers seriously , as if solving  some mathematical problem ! 

Looking to  Ronjoy watching him , Kunal  said with glowing face ,”We have no problem of toilet papers at least for two weeks ! 

 

Ronjoy replied irritatingly, 

 

”Damn it; tissue or toilet papers should never be our problems till there is tap water; We have other  healthier alternatives ! Now the westerns  will  learn some good habit  and might follow us. Our problem is now ‘food’!

 

 Hamid giggled from the kitchen .  Looking to eyes of  Ronjoy , he replied promptly

‘ egg curry is done; only ten minutes more to finish rice,” just  like a doting mother pacifying her child. 

 

  'It’s fine; let us help you ;  Ronjoy started to clean the kitchen counter ;Kunal also  joined to make the plates ready C

 

 

“Hi guys! With a coffee mug Rachael,  [ their front door neighbor] entered and opening  the refrigerator   poured  some milk  in her mug  from the can without any formalities   and replaced the can in right place before closing the door. 

Rachael: I  need hot milk- coffee to drink, for I had a headache and cough.

 

Ronjoy jumped backwards from Rachael.

“So cough and headache! Any other symptom like throat-soar or fever ?.

 

Rachael: No, Mr. Corona-specialist!  She made distorted faces by showing tongue and shaking heads.  

 As She turned towards the door with her mug , Ronjoy rushed to her,

"Listen Rachael, can you lend me  one of  your ‘bra’ ? Rachael throws a stunt look to the eyes of Ronjoy directly  with slightly opened mouth in awe !

 Being embarrassed Ronjoy ,  stepped little backwards from Rachael;    he began to stammer in trembling voice

“ I m-mean , I m-m-for mmusk , pointing his nose covering with palm; fluttering his  palms helplessly he added ,n-no stock in Amazon.com ! 

 

By the time Emily, Rachael’s room-mate appeared   impatiently opening  the door “Coffee is brewing and I’m tired of waiting for milk”; She  snatched the mug from Rachael and the two women disappeared quickly.

                                                                        

Kunal  : You are really  crazy! Lucky  enough not to have a slap from her.........

"Come, dinner is waiting” said Hamid .

The three hungry boys finished  the plates in such a way that plates  looked   as clean  as washed ! 

Kunal:      Really, how did you learn to cook  so tasty meal, Hamid? 

Hamid:     Simply watching my Mom . 

 

‘Well, How long Sally  will take to come back from the Airport?  ‘Hamid asked .

                                                                                    

Ronjoy :  Not before 2 AM .I have told Sally to arrange some hotel for his Uncle who is coming directly from Hongkong .  He should not mind  that we can’t take risk of our life at this present situation! Let us put our utensils in dishwasher and celebrate  the Friday night with some comedy movie. 

 

The three took seat on the couch , each with a comforter so that they can sleep there, If needed .

The door-bell rang. ………….

 

With wide panicky eyes the three  boys uttered   simultaneously ,

”May be Sally with uncle!”

 

Disapproving their assumption, Rachael and Emily peeped with notorious smile from the half-opened door and threw two balls of cloth which struck to Ronjoy,s nose.

 “For your masks, you fertiled–brained Bong brats !”

With laughing comment they disappeared.

 

  Ronjoy quickly unfurled the balls and his face became bright with excitement as  he was  counting, 

“one, two, three bras” Ronjoy exclaimed ‘Hurray .’! Let us make masks for  us all. But we need needle and scissors. “

 

Hamid and Kunal rushed to their room to fetch those materials. Ronjoy put each cup

On his nose  before   distributing. He threw the big one to Hamid saying, “This one  will match to your big face.

  

Kunal   googled the image of mask in his  laptop .

They cut each bra in two pieces. Like expert tailors they  finished home -made mask.

within an hour; In front of mirror they put on for trial. 

 

Hamid with printed brown color  bra(m)-ask looked funny .

“You look like big cat ,“     kunal joked.

 

Removing the mask said  Hamid ,

 

”the pad is so thick that I have to die in suffocation , not in Corona. 

 

Ronjoy:    But we must admit that we can use it at least in case of emergency. I am really worried of Sally’s uncle from Hongkong ;  hope Sally won’t bring him here…….

Anyway our neighbor  is so helpful!

 

   As Sally called them to inform that   he will not return at night,

They switched off the TV and went  to sleep peacefully. *

 

 

Sipra's Diary: ....AWFUL-. WEDDING".......

                                   Awful    Wedding 

 I went  Savanna in the wedding ceremony

 Of the children of my friends who invited  me.

It was April 2021, spring has just opened the screen

After suffocating in the prolonged quarantine !

All the pending proposals for bonding romantic love

To a stronger legal knot: 

Golden chain, flowery bed, dreamy land!

Savanna church is traditionally famous for

Arranging 'Community wedding' with prior

Appointment .My grand daughter of five years 

Accompanied me to be  bride's 'flower girl' .

 She experienced to get 'gifts'  as flower girl.

I went straight to the Church from the airport

And was greeted by my friends and David the groom,

With  wedding suit-boot -bow-tie and a gift-box

Containing a gaudy golden dress with hairband

For Lily, my grand-daughter who conveyed 

"Thanks' but asked impatiently  'where is the bride'?

Introducing Mike,David replied,'here is my bride '

But both  of us  share you  as flower girl,  sweetie!"

Lily gazed at  well dressed  Mike with suspicion--

"You are merely friend , how can  bride be  any man!"

With the Church  bell the priest announced the ceremony

Nine pairs of couple entered the church holding hand in hand

As per to their ticket number . Cheerful invitees in chat

Along  with  romantic  music erupting the background .

When turn for David and Mike came, Lily fell asleep

Too deeply to wake up ; perhaps in  utter despair  !

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