Sunday, June 7, 2026

Sipra's Diary : "ASTROLOGER'S PREDICTION"

 

Astrologer’s Prediction                    words= 633[# 47]


There lived a brahmin astrologer with his two amazon wives and six children.

He earned reputation as an astrologer for his accurate prediction about one's future. Almost five six days in week  he was invited by his clients to go nearby villages or small town . 

So in summer, he used to go  out in town early morning  so that he could comeback before the afternoon. His earning was good and spent quite peaceful life in the family. Seldom any  neighbor peeped  his cottage in fear to  encounter of his two  quarrelsome wives.

One hot summer, the astrologer took a shortcut path through 'the bank of the revulet near the burning ghat'  [crematory place], to return home.  Suddenly a skull of  dead body came in his notice. He was surprised to notice the forehead of the skull was marked distinctly:                  "something more is still due to you!"

It is well-known fact that death is the end of life; freedom from all mundane suffering with the burning of body. So it was queer to notice the prophecy written on the skull  of the deadman.

Out of great curiosity and for research the astrologer picked up the skull, wrapped in a piece of  silky jute cloth and kept carefully in his bag carrying books and  precious herbs, talismans   etc,......

The astrologer had a small metal-box which  also he used to take with him while visiting clients. After coming home he kept the  wrapped skull in the metal box which was kept secured near his worshipping place. 

Every morning the astrologer  studied  the skull minutely before going out,  and after coming home...2/3 months passed by with no change .

The astrologer was almost convinced about his research that a skull was free from earthly miseries. 

The two wives became aware of the changing  behavior pattern  to  their husband. 

They discussed among themselves and decided to open the metal box as their husband left home in the morning. They found out the skull wrapped in silken red colored jute  cloth. The two women came into conclusion that the skull must be of some young woman with whom their husband was involved in secret love! And this illicit love was so deep that   their husband was unable to free himself from attachment.  They must take some action against the  skull.

The two women in anger and revenge threw the metal box in the backyard with abusing words  or the absent husband: 

"imposter,"  "disloyal, " "betrayer!

Then they broke the skull into pieces by striking with a rock. Six children came outside the room to see their warrior moms! The older mom cleaned the broken parts of skull with a broomstick towards drain ; while the other mom pour water from a bucket. Two moms cried out, for the crowded children, 

 " hey piglets  of dirty hog !

Come down sharp to us !"

" Spit on the crushed skull flowing in the drain; You all have to pee or poop on it ." 

The children spat forcefully and tried to obey their moms  for the rest.

 By the time the astrologer reached his home; He saw his metal box lying opened in the backyard and all staffs are strewn around;  his six children busy on drain in a queue; then was terrified to observe his enraged wives with rock and broomstick !

He asked with trembling voice , "What happened to you ? 

He exempted the children from punishment to go inside the room !

He heard with patience the cause of grievance from his wives.

He divulged the true story of the skull to them: He brought the skull for his own  research-work  and  he was now convinced and more confident about himself and about his own prediction.

If he did not bring the skull at home then it remained as skull for  ever!     

Words= 633

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Saturday, June 6, 2026

Sipra's Diary :...... " Ode To The Transformative Journey "

 :Ode To The Transformative journey    by   Sipra Roy

 Beauty  is not always 'given'

But our mental projection;

The real "beauty" of Beauty springs from 

Creative mind : that's  why the poet sings,

'Half-created beauty' which any object inherits:

 Green sooting leaves  of the spring 

Bring joy!

 But the spinning dry leaves in the wind  

Around the barren mother-plant 

Have  also  other shade of beauty : 


It is our 'perception 'and love that  add  colour 

To the  great and small that god makes for all;

If  we  embrace change and  love,   even  

Hell  is transformed into adorable Heaven! 

Dipped in the ambrosia of perfect perception!!

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Thursday, June 4, 2026

Sipra's diary: "UNSUNG PART" >(published)

 UNSUNG  PART OF LIFE    

 

Aging is the. most unsung part of life 

 All over the world human cling to  vibrant youth.

Wrinkle skin ,hair gray and thin, pain in knee 

Short of hearing, loss of  teeth and  dim eyesight  

 Nobody  invites  aging  with  lots of  change in appearance

  P hysical and mental frailty cause  depression,

Dementia ,Alzheimer, plethora of disorder, 

                    .............What more to mention!


But we often forget to count the positive side of aging :

Great relief from  the  responsibility of   family -raising ,

Government support of food -stamp, medical  Insurance 

And senior concession in subway train or metro bus; 

 Even Entertainment door is open in cheaper price!

Our  sensitive inner self  is awaken  as the body weakens 

We dive deep   and find  hidden treasures  of our own : 

Uncared and neglected  as fallow land for so long .....

Not the earthly treasures, but 

Ever eternal  spiritual  creative  Zone!

Remembering  the parable's story "Grapes are sour"  

Let us accept : "AGE COME GRACEFULLY!"

                                                    L=23>/ /w-163


Wednesday, June 3, 2026

Sipra's Diary May,2023 (CHEERY POEMS FOR FL-P-HUB-Ruth). Title:" Bonus of Aging

 


                      Bonus Of Aging  by Sipra Roy

   Aging or  illness is actually blessing,

  Though neither welcomed nor realized.

  With the waning of physical vitality'

  The inner world explores the treasury

  Of creativity which remained  neglected!  

  Searching of inner world makes one  patient,

  Selfless,  spiritual  and compassionate''

  This feeling  heightens  the self-esteem

  That in turn, enlightens one in eternal peace !


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Monday, June 1, 2026

Sipra's Diary: Battle between Genders

  

***The Eliminated part of extra words  from “Revert Journey “of WROV

 

 

It is historically proved that in the primary stage of family bonding of Clan life ,  most societies of the world were  matriarchal . Because group of women and men lived under a certain  leader of  the clan. There was no identity ofindividual father. All the children were recognized with the name of the clan-leader.  

But the children were close and attached to mother as only women have the power to give birth by dint of having wombs   and children survived by the breast milk of mother . The children grew up under the care of nurturing mother Naturally   children had greater emotional connection with mothers.

 

In those days Women group were powerful as they have the power of producing babies. Fathers were unknown to the children. Women were adorable in society viewed as contributors to produce   babies . So they need not to raise loud voice to claim rights.

 

With the progress of civilization, women gradually  lost power .  Men had greater physical power. The then society was based on the principle of “Might is right “ Thus  Inequality of physical power  imbibed immense mental strength to men folk. 

Secondly, agriculture was the first step of civilization  and beginning of downfall of women’s, enjoying from  previous position

Women as mother had to stay home for   bearing and nurturing babies ; they   contributed less than  men  as labors  in the economy. 

 

Thus men as father became the bread earner while women’s role  was primarily taking care of  children and husbands; to look after the comfort and peace for  home.

Thus a natural wall between women and men rose, dividing  the roles between  women and men.

As men turned to be abuser  [following the adage ‘Power corrupts’,] women were  treated  almost like slave , deprived of social justice.  Then they united to revolt .   The brave black American women played crucial role to raise their voice   to  make the weaker  section  to be spirited  Courageous. 

 

They became eligible of leadership; elevated from dickey to the driving seat.

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Sunday, May 24, 2026

Sipra's diary : Death certificate

  Deathcertificate.


 Death-certificate is no less important than living-life;-perhaps little more, even for a non significant person , during  his  whole  life time.A  person who is stamped as debauch during his whole life time ,suddenly becomes great as soon as he dies.

whenever I go to any funeral gathering  I noticed  bunch of praises shower  from friends,family members,even from the   staunch critics,for the deceased person when he is far away  to be touched from these mundane  attachment or award.They often narrate or  mention small incidents magnifying  his/ her  image.

Imagine!One to whom a drop of love  or attention, touch of sympathy or respect remained unknown  in his/her life -span,becomes momentary  hero as  he surpasses life!
...So we all can hope that one day death , the ultimate judge ,will CERTIFY us  as great and  noble.
                            "Death-certificate' sounds    quite appropriate and meaningful!
 As I was going to attend  some funeral ,these thoughts raised ripple in me. 

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Wednesday, May 13, 2026

Sipra's Diary : Poem- "RAINY SEASON"

                    Rainy Season   :Sipra Roy    

                     Words264      //L40

                   Abiding by the Nature's law  in the cyclic path ,

                   Rainy season comes in the midway of the year. 

                   Sometimes  late,  playing fun to keep us wait in sweat 

                   As the raging  sun throws furious  frowning eyes to earth!


                    Kind Nature spreads  a veil  of  cloud  over earth, to shroud  

                    The burning eyes of  the sun.  Soothing touch of   cloud  

                    Which cajoled  the sun   by  spreading  a   mysterious spell 

                    That melt his heart  in love with abundant showers  on the earth;

                    To cool, cleanse  and drench  by  settling the dust.


                    How sweet is the smell of  first  rain-soaked  soil

                    That  bears the aroma of  First love of  the Zeus- the- sun!

                    The  leaves of trees shiver in joy, while feeding the excess 

                    To the lower branches; and cherish 'share and care of upper class' !


                    How romantic to listen  in the silence of dark night 

                    The concert of  frogs's croak and crickets'  clitter

                    With soft  musical  rhythm  of raindrops: toop-top, toop-top;

'                   Rain whispers, 'I'm the Poetry of nature, not merely the cleanser!'


                    In terms of Bible or spirituality  rain stands as metaphor 

                   For renewal of life, by cleansing sins and negativity ;

                   Though  also causes  lots of  misfortune and agony;

                   Yet it is  considered as vital season of the  whole year!                  


                   I remember how gloomy I felt, in  childhood rainy  day, 

,                 To stay prisoned and  lamenting for spoiling  the fun of  play;

                   Thanks to the  poet who held  the muse  

                   Memorable in childhood rhyme:

                  "Rain Rain go away, come again , another day

                   Little John wants to play.!