Sipra's Diary: Looking back..............vaisnab podaboli

         "Kando kene monre aamar,  akarone"(Bengali)


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      "Why do you weep, o my mind,
                   for no reason?
.......Perhaps profound joy and deep sorrows spring from one and the same source, same root. In my early years, I remember, when my paternal aunty met my grandma after a long time, they used to cry at first sight. It seemed odd drama to us as kids. Later on, it became clear to me, that cry'was due to overwhelming joy of meeting.

"I first heard the above song many years ago in my village from a 'Baisnabi' beggar.
'Baisnabi' or 'Bostom' is a sect like a minstrel in the European country. Love and humility(Krishna-prem) were the base of their religion.
The story of this sect is quite interesting; mainly Birbhum district of Bengal was the centre of origin; men and women attracted to each other,  they lived together without any ritual marriage, which was a rigid social custom/rule at that time; the sect continued  strong even up to 1930/40s, perhaps before 'living together'  was recognised widely in the western world!!

I don't know exactly when this maverick 'culture' evolved in Bengal. And exactly why?

 It may be, I guess, compulsory early marriage of the girls, the burden of dowry system, rigid caste systems, the dominance of patriarchal society, custom of multiple marriages by the 'Kulin' Brahmins, economic poverty, all these together caused to evolve it. Even love between a girl and boy of different caste was considered heinous crime in society.
 I will search for this theme later on in  the internet. Let me divulge now what I know.

Anyway, leaders of the village(called"morols'')were
 very powerful in society for a long time even during British rule. The fathers(mostly upper caste) were tortured and outcast in society by the "morols" if they failed to marry their daughters before 12/13by age.so often many girls were absconding;   absconded  girls  found shelter under some secret secured place led by some social reformer which later came to be known as "AAKHRA."

Every aakhra used to had some headman who set up some rules and regulations which were abided by the members. They thought themselves as devotees of Lord Krishna; Above all,' Love or message of  Krishna-Lila' was the basic mantra; their establishment was based on community-living. All of them used to get same last name 'Das'; Literally "das" means slave; but here they meant devotee;  devotees of Krishna. Creating and sheltering under the same umbrella of "Das"was actually to hit the root of age-old caste system of Indian social structure:quit a revolutionary protest against the deep-rooted systeme at that time but it was implemented in the social fabric with such acuity and cleverness that it mixed  like water with milk and did not create  much movement or uprising.

They depicted Krishna  as very much like human and not as the Avtar of Hindu epic established by the elite;
The common mass accepted the music composed of simple language from  the  ordinary folk  as divine though  many of them were   purge of drastic sexual flavor. 

In simple language, Krishna was practically humanized at the level with basic emotions of common mass; Image of Krishna was thus democratized. All male of 'aakhra' were thought to be part of Lord Krishna and the female as part of Radha.
 Radha-Krishna became the model of aakhra's lifestyle.

 Radha was a married woman much elder than Krishna. So they had to meet secretly. Sitting on a tree and hiding under the leafy branches Krishna played his flute to let Radha know of his presence,(like call in cell- phone); Sound of flute made Radha too crazy to stay away from Krishna. Krishna had affairs with a lot of women from his days of the adolescent.
           The irresistible  attraction for illicit love, flirting which are inherent in human nature and imposing it on Radha-Krishna(the divine figure)they included  subtly different shades of love which  society never approved;
 common people were touched by the music and simple lyrics that composed the theme of passionate love with a touch of immense romanticism.

    "Bolo, bolo tobo kushalo suni,(How do you do)
    Tomar kusole kusolo mani"  (If  you are fine, me too!)

Any girl or boy falling in love could inform the leader(i.e.Pradhan)Neither age nor caste, nor money, but only by exchanging Tulsi-mala (garland of basil seeds) and bindi of sandalwood  and yellow chalk on forehead they lived as partner as long as they wished; they were  also  free to choose other partner leaving the old one. 'Begging' was their common profession; they composed beautiful lyrics of love and composed music which they sang with cymbals when they walked through the neighbourhood on the village-path mostly with the white dress with thin yellow border;   they considered begging as a symbol of humility or benign-ness. As they walked slowly villagers came out and gave rice and vegetables or lentils or coins on their bag or spread piece of cloth; they never need to demand.
 In my parent's house, we had attached ancestry-temple with courtyard; The singers loved to sit on the stairs of the temple and presented song after song. It was their resting place. villagers also requested their favourite song to sing. Gradually, everywhere of Bengal propped up many 'aakhras'. The music with simple lyrics became very popular as it reached and touched the people of both the grass-roots and middle class.
In fact, it was a kind of social uprising like recent 'intifada' 'Arab spring'or 'Perestroika', but peacefully by super coating in a capsule of religiosity.
In course of time, the music and lyrics created by them were known as "Baishnab Padabali' that left a great contribution to Bengali Literature and culture. Biashnab Padabali was included in the syllabus of Bengali literature in master degree.

'Aakhra','lila-kirtan'etc often used in a derogative sense during our college life. Because like most organization, corruption, sex-malpractices caused degradation of  Aakhras'
In course of time with social upliftment, this sect merged with the Gaudiya Math which is also popular as "Hare-Krishna Hare Ram'Temple in the US.

The great novelist Saratchanra chottopadhaya and Tarashankar Chakravarty wrote several fictions, some of which released an award-winning movie like Kamal-lata, acted by Suchitra sen Uttam Kumar. These novels and movies flashed light on the then social set up.

 'Aamaro bodhua anobari jai /aamar- e  angina diya'--o--o-
Translation:

  'My fiance passed tiptoeing
   To flirt with her paramour                
    that  too, through my courtyard,
          Piercing my heart!

  

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debut: Elegy of 31st December,2017

debut: Elegy of 31st December,2017:

       Oh 31^st December,

At the fag end of the year

Amidst the light, music, crowd and cracker

How do you feel the kick of the Newyear

At chilled midnight?

I hear a howling outcry

Piercing the feeble melancholy

That lost in the orgies and cacophony,

"Forget me not, forget me not,’

New years come and Old years go

But please leave a sigh and a drop from eye

For me!"   

Wrapped in silent languishment

Do you wait with one more stone

for the grave, to welcome the next 31^St?

Or, wish to join in the team of

Mourning concert of all

Past 31^st Decembers together?

But there is nothing to mourn,

As in the cemetery of Time

All past present and future

Stand in the same pedestal,

Keep running with the eternal flow.

New year comes and old years go!

N.B.

I got the idea of this poem from my personal diary which was written twenty years back; lt was in prosaic order and in my own language, Bengali. It  was a night when  2000AD, the new millennium was just approaching   with  a mixture of daunting apprehension  and overwhelming vigor. I was alone in  completely unfamiliar new neighborhood. As soon the  clock declared 12 ) 0'clock, I heard from my closed apartment the bursting of crackers along with music and cheering voices of people from all around ; out of curiosity I opened the door and came out in the balcony  to look down the lane. 

Wow!The narrow lane was festooned with balloons and decorated  like spider's net  with multi-colored lights like roof over the lane. I peered the  view of joyful kids with glittering party hats on their heads and whistles and enjoying icecream  (defying the chilly weather of the December),the giggling  parents, young men and women were having funs and snacks from the adjacent food-stall. The lane looked like an empire of Arabian Nights described in the fable.For the last two years ,there was so much speculation and rumor about the new  millennium  which might hit the cosmos with chaos and calamity. But that present scenario left no such trace in any face. Forgetting  all about calamity, people were eager to embrace the new millennium   warmly.   

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                                                             December 26th, 2020

2020 is a landmark of this millennium. Though each December  reminds me this poem and to renew it ,but I would like to add something; as 2020 manifests  itself with special  feature different from other years of this millennium.

                             

                                          Like every year December 31 is coming near

                                          Knocking me to post and share with others            

                                         Though we passed the jingle bell of Christmas

                                         And sight of all festivals of lights in dampened hearts;

                                         As the pandemic still hangs in precarious future!

                                         Perhaps this December31,2020, won't rest in sepulture.

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Dec31/2024

                                           

                                          

Sipra's Diary: 'Little learning....................

           

I am realising 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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Canine -Fable(5): ""Good Boy-doggi-Training School"..................{ ( First Job And Jabber:Viviana, Pallabi) }

     #(. 2). after Introduction

Pallabi reached Heathrow Airport of London early morning..  It was the month of January. Through the glass window of the flight,   Pallabi still tucked with a seat-belt,  saw a gloomy cloudy sky and snowflakes dropping on the ground. This was the first time for Pallabi to visit London.She was worried about the cold weather only. She will be picked up by the office car.

Collecting her luggage she proceeded towards exit door; A known figure  seated  on a  chair near exit door came  smilingly  in front of  Pallavi and greeted,
                             "Hi!"
It was no other than Viviana, her boss greeted her cheerfully. She handed her a jacket, a pair of furry gloves and cap one by one.
"Put on these first before going out of the exit door It is very cold, rainy and windy outside. I brought these for you assuming that you would need it."
Pallabi was not only surprised but charmed at the generosity of Viviana who left an image of terror in Mumbai office, as pictured by her team.

 Viviana left her in the hotel Marriot, just opposite her office.
"Take rest to be fresh for tomorrow; You have to come office at 6: AM. bye!' 

The Manager himself came to greet Viviana and ordered the waiter to take the luggage at Room No  '807'.
 Polly surveyed the room. It was warm and cosy;   gorgeously decorated with antique furniture. To her delight, she could see her office from her window. She had joined only one month It was too early to get the chance of a business tour.

After shower and lunch, She arranged her dress and necessary papers ready for the next morning.  She stayed in Lonon for three weeks. She worked hard even up to Friday.

 Viviana gave her a herculean job to do. But she always entertained her with funny stories about her experience but mainly stories of horse cat and dog. Polly came to know from her: she visits her horses monthly twice; she has two dogs as all-time companions in London; Time to time she watches her pets from office through the video camera.  She complains that her young foxterian puppy is very naughty. It destroys all the flowers and plants of the kitchen garden; it spoils tomatoes and broccoli by biting and scattering on the ground. She is searching for it some good centre to train mannerism.

Polly's cousin sister came to visit her from the suburb and took her to her house on the first weekend. But she came back to the hotel  own room on  Sunday just after breakfast, to be  prepared herself for the Monday. She reached her office little earlier, before 6: AM  to please t boss. 

But Viviana came quite late, which was unusual for her. Viviana arranged for Polly to sit in her own office-room  Polly guessed that other colleague passed by the doors frequently with a questioning look to notice the vacant table of Viviana.

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 About 8:30 Viviana entered hurriedly. Relaxing on the chair, she said cheerfully, "Ah, finally I get my puppy admitted in the "Good-Boy-Training school" for 7 days. It is actually very far, almost at the outskirt of the city; also more expensive  than the private school for human; huh,  let me see the change!'

Pallabi could not imagine how a puppy can become a good Boy'?

After one-week Viviana posted two pictures of her puppy on Facebook.  In one photo the puppy with scattered half-eaten tomatoes and the torn seedlings; in the other photo the dog is sleeping under the erected photo stand of graduation certificate"Good-boy Training school".

Viviana reported merrily "my puppy is no more naughty; it is sleeping almost whole day after graduation.!"
The staff who surrounded her nearby exclaimed with wide eyes and buttering voice," Wow! how amazing !".....

Any stories related to dog, cat or horse make Viviana cheerful. So some employees working under her often used to add the stories of their own pet to please their boss. Rachel has a huge stock. Like Polly she is a great fan of the dog; She also owns a Labrada. She has two daughters, a dog named Lucy, and a nanny who is not needed now but she doesn't want to leave! Her parents and sister stay in Long Island, US. Rachel came to London from the New York office as the estate. She is supposed to go back soon.

Lucy has been old. Last year Rachel has to spend money on the cataract surgery of both eyes. Now the bones of legs are also swollen for arthritis; It limps and can't walk a lot. Rachel doesn't like Lucy to sit on a sofa or on a cot in the bedroom. But her daughters have indulged Lucy to do that. 

Dogs are very sensitive. Luci never used sofa or bed in the presence of Rachel; But for poor vision and ageing, she was often caught as culprit in Rachel's eyes , before she managed to leave  the sofa. 

Recently,  soon after dinner Luci becomes impatient to go bedroom which is upstairs; Rachel with her daughters watch a comic show up to 9:30 pm. Going up to upstairs Lucy  will look back towards them, as if, to tell,

 "Hey, why are you making late to go bed? Don't you understand I am sleepy?"
Sometimes it pulls the dress of any of them. Rachels' youngest daughter enjoys greatly with such behaviour.

Rachel's parent also owns a spainian named Bull. It sits regularly in the dining table by the side of the father to take breakfast, lunch and dinner. Rachels mom gives it even french toast which is their breakfast menu every Sunday. If Rachel prevents, mom defends apologetically,  " nothing will happen; poor creature loves it; he is used to eating it with no problem until now.....' Father would nod his head in her support! 

This spainian is so pampered that one-day her  mom gave the drumsticks to her daughters which were the favourite  piece of their dog because they asked ,  and the breast portion to their dog, who remained seated for a while and then left the chair silently without touching the meal.

Rachel's daughters are very proud about the mannerism of their Lucy, compared to Bull.they commented,' see, the name is just matching to its nature, 'Bully'! 

Lucy wags its tail when praises about her go on.

Lucy had trouble for stepping to stairs; after long thought finally, Rachel decided to spend $6000 for the knee replacement surgery of Lucy. Coming to the office she said " though the cost was much higher than I wanted to spend, but  her cheerfulness  after surgery I feel it is as  worth; now she runs up and down the stairs and want us to play with her.
Every year they used to celebrate a dog's birthday in the US  in their mother's house. They celebrated the birthday of three dogs, Lucy, Bull and Jackie(Rachel's sister's dog) together on one fixed holiday: it is Memorial Day.  Rachel's daughters are enthusiastic to arrange it in the garden as it comes on the May; They bring three toys for three dogs; Rachel's father brings small cakes for three dogs; They ordered Pizza buffalo wings, cake and ice cream for themselves.

Viviana listened and amused by these stories. Thus Rachel became closer to Viviana than other colleagues who often used to throw some sugar-coated caustic comments in the air to hit her.

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Pallavi worked hard to fulfil the deadline. It was her last Friday, before leaving for India. The office became empty before 5 PM on Friday.

 The janitor was arranging the scattered things of the employees left in the office and murmuring,

 "all these prodigal children don't care for their belongings to be lost, but their palms are tightened to give tips or donate to the needy."
Viviana laughed loudly listening to her.

 Leaving her table  Pallabi kept a  file on the table of Viviana and said: "here I left duplicate papers for your perusal".
"Very good! Are you done? I am waiting for you to
dine  together in some fancy restaurant."
"Just five minutes more to check and clear  up my table."
"Q.K"!

Then she relaxed her back on the revolving chair and stretched her feet on the table, very unusual in a corporate office.

Then asked the genitor, "Hi Judy, how's is your day? Please give us some  latest gossip of the office!"
(Pallavi cast  a cryptic look!)

Judy's face was brightened; 

...."what to say more about the big bosses in this mean mouth!" Then she told something in such low voice that Viviana had to lean towards her;
-...."Really?... So keep an eye and ear sharp and report me in time!"

Watching Pallabi was standing with her vanity bag,
Viviana picked up her gloves from the table and  put on the leather jacket and walked towards the elevator through the desolated corridor which was as silent as a mountain. Pallavi followed her.
She didn't forget to wish Judy. with tips and bidding "Goodnight!"
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                                                 #(1). INTRODUCTION

      
Title                                                FIRST JOB         ( Chap-1)
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I reached the  International airport  of Mumbai  in time.This was the first time I came  there to pickup my friend's daughter,  Pallabi.
 Pallabi was coming back home after four years after finishing EMBA from the Columbia Business School. Pritha, Pallabi's mother had been sick from last five days; Pallabi was not informed of her mother's sickness. Pritha had been too weak to walk. Pallabi was surprised to see me alone. After embracing me she asked worriedly "what happened to my mother?  I answered    jokingly, "perhaps  She preferred to make delicious dishes  ready for you !"But after getting down from the car along with luggage I disclosed the truth in front of the entrance door.

  Mother and daughter embraced each other with the emotion of joy and tears!  Then Pallabi; screamed 'Ah!- the delicious smell of shrimp -malai curry; but why did you take so much trouble to cook, ma? You look so thin ' in an emotional voice, and surveyed her two arms softly with her palms! "

 Pritha replied, " Me? what trouble? It's a joy for me !"

After the lunch, Pallabi emptied the suitcase and heaped lot of gifts she brought for all of us. Pritha asked, 'What is the  joining date of your first job?'

"It's Monday, day after tomorrow ."" My office is just in walking distance, behind the Inorbit Mall. 

 Pritha: "Well, today is Saturday; We  will go to the Goregaon  temple of  Kalimata  before joining the first job for blessings of Godess." 

 " OK, ma "

  I invited to take dinner in my apartment which is just opposite to theirs, before leaving.

She got the job in this Investment bank in campus interview  She gave her choice to join in India. But the Main office was in London and America.

 The first day of the first job was full of excitement. Pallabi was amazed to see the elegant architecture of her office and its ultra-modern sofisticacy of security and other arrangements of the office! Her office was on the fourth floor: Strategy and Research. 

She joined directly as junior VP; Arjun Shah, the VP, showed the full floor and her office. Pallavi noticed many heads with curious eyes raised like a crane above the glass cubicle, peeping to have a glance at her.
Arjun came with the Research team in the cafeteria at lunchtime and introduced her with the group of the team who were present there. All girls and boys were young, and unmarried, the first job for most of them. The company also launched the Mumbai branch newly, less than two years.The groups bonded with friendship very quickly.    Gourmet food and drinks inexpensive restaurants, the late-night show on Friday or taking a tour at the weekend, was the common bond to hook them together.

 They often sang merrily  with claps  on their way to celebrate  on Friday,   'Food, fashion, Friday /  eat, drink, be happy and gay/ 

 hey hey hey!'

  Keeping pace with the age of mobile SMS, they called each other with the curtailed name, full names were only in the nameplates of each one's cubicle.  Thus Sanjoy became Sanju, Saptarsee as Risi,, Bhargab as Argo, Subhendu as  Ben, Pallabi as Poly, Priyanka Gupta as PG, Konkona as Coco, Simmi remained as Simmi, Randeep  Paranjape as RP, Jitendra Singh as Jitu.
 As Pallabi and Subhendu both  were Bengali  and good singers the team sitting on the beach with a bottle of drinks teased  them sometimes

"BenBong Poly-Bong /please stir us
   some sexy songs!
 charge us to 'swing-dance'
   with dangling bottles in  hands.'

 Jitu tried to stand for dance and it became a perfectly natural 'swing dance' and the bottle with liquor spilt over the sand from his uncontrolled dangling hand No sooner Jitu also thudded on the ground with the mouth on the liquor-soaked sand..

Argo throw in indistinct voice, 'you the bugger, drunkard, can't even stand on feet and want to 'dance'! then he stretched hands to overturn a bottle on his open mouth but it was empty;  he threw it towards the sea; then the second bottle; that too was empty. he threw it more violently with a 'slang' word, looking to others; 'these  hungry gluttonies didn't spare even a drop!'

But first few months of joining Pallavi remained reserved and maintained a distance with this group.
Partly because of her work presser; secondly, she was a comparatively little conservative to accept that fast life; especially she stays far from alcohol. She used to avoid them with some excuse. She enjoyed going everywhere with her mother, Pritha. It was Coco who always insisted on her to join.

Coco was from Delhi; Punjabi; but she studied from London School of Economics. She was attractive. Her dress, feature, English accent, frequent smoking of cigarette, the habit of drinking wine gave an impression of a snobbish European lady. When she strutted with her tight outfits and pencil heeled shoes through the corridor, whether male or female, young or old obviously threw a cryptic look to her. Coco was aware of that through her photochromic glasses. But there was always an aurora of ' stay away from me' around her. 

From the beginning,Coco liked Pallavi.  She would come several times to her desk. to divulge her all grievances against her boss and others. All the guys had a curiosity about Coco but not courage; They became friendly with Pallavi to get chance to be in touch with Coco.

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.  Spitfire: a combustible bomb

Viviana Riess joined the London office of a renowned Investment bank as senior MD, after several job-hopping in most of the world-famous corporate MNC. She was a very different and interesting character from other women. She had an unpredictable volatile temper, perfectly matched with Stalk Market of Wall Street: sometimes too pleasant, even with the genitor, and sometimes too harsh, even to the higher officials for trifling matters. But she was loved by many for her attractive personality.

She had unflinching love for the horse, real estate, costume and perfume. By birth she was British. She owned a ranch house from her grandmother in the village Crathie near Balmoral of Scotland. Her great grandmother had a friendship with the Royal family. She bought a horse from the Shetland Isles, Scotland and owned three more from ancestors. She was happy to spend her holidays with her equestrian family. She arranged a company to take proper care for the horses and the ranch.

She was single. But there was gossip around her. She and her high school boyfriend went to study in the Wharton Business school in the USA. After graduation, her boyfriend joined in Deutsch Bank and Viviana in the Lehman Investment Bank. She went on hopping from job to job, almost in all the #Number one Investment Banks.
She met a hedge-fund tycoon, Jim Carrey of Dallas during her posting in the Goldman Sack. They became very close.   Jim Carrey began to visit Goldman Sack in NewYork frequently; and show interest to buy their new product.  Viviana  got promotion  from VP to  ED quickly ;perhaps for her special calibre of hooking such a giant   client with bright prospect.  Goldman had the vigil  eye  to scan the talent from the crowd.                                                                                                                                                                                 Soon  she shifted to  Jim's apartment in Madison Avenue leaving her rented apartment of Westerly building. Jim used to come every week end; It remained  a mystery whether they were married or not  but they lived in the same apartment in Madison Avenue..

She worked for  long time in Goldman Sack. She used to come every month at her ranch house in London until she met Jim. 

Jim ,though from the land of Long horn ,but he had no love other than money,wine and women.

During her stay in New york she went every year with Jim Carrey in Saratoga  to watch horse race with the hope to tickle some soft feeling and interest of horse  in him Together they spent in Vermont  also to watch grazing horses in the green ranch. In one cold winter embracing Vivi in one hand wrapped under warm blanket on a love couch  and with wine cup in other hand  Jim commented,

'I never met any woman so crazy of horse, like you!' Vivi felt a pinch in the comment; with a quick glance she scanned the message in the crooked smile; she remained silent,gazing  reluctantly at the horses on the grazing field, apparently.

 Jim apprehended the consequent danger of his blunder; but what to do.Once the  word slipped from mouth like bullet from the gun! But  Carry knew it would come back to  hit him as   boomerang!

To cover up , he rubbed his nose  and lips on vivi's cheek dotingly; dragging her more closer whispered ' 

'look up to me,honey!don't make me envious  of your old love, please !'
 With a very formal smile ,she said,'it is cold .I am going inside.'Releasing herself free from warm  hug and blanket she went inside the room. Jim followed her like a pet,with  the  last hope to save the romance of  this winter  night. They took bullion soup with crunchy garlic bread and pork nugget in dinner along with the swiss pudding in hot chocolate as desserts.

Vivi slipped under the quilt  on bed with a financial magazine;  Jim  prepared two pegs of wine; passed one to vivi ,snatching the magazine  and leaned cozily against the pillows on bed  by the side of Vivi  Then switched on an  old  sexy  movie of Brigid  Bardot to watch together....    'And God created woman'.

The room was warm; soup also was warm and delicious; hot chocolate  was awesome; Above all movie was super hot,  still  the night remained  cold ;
and colder; and coldest when viviana declared abruptly in the early morning with the sipping of bed tea  that she wanted to go back NewYork after the breakfast. 

 "As  'her highness' wishes' Jim replied,   though the hotel was booked upto next day.                                                                                                                    

  After coming back ,Viviana began to  search for  new  job   and  job-posting to London .She decided to leave New york.  Within a year she   got a lucrative post in  another Investment Bank  in London, a competitor to the  Goldman  Sack.

Soon after joining she charged  thousand volt power  to the department of the new company  ; She turned her eyes towards the emerging  financial  market of Asian countries .She hired freshers for the office of  India, Singapura , Hongkong .She was extremely happy to get Pallabi,  an EMBA as candidate from the prestigious Columbia University.

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                GOOD-BOY-KENNEL SCHOOL.

Sipra's Diary:Novelty of Wall Street.

Novelty Of Wall Street...........................27

It is thrilling to learn and also let others know that recently one of the Wall Street  Investment Banks has celebrated the farewell of a genitor with the magnificence of gourmet food, flower gifts and gift-card of cash, and music and emotional tears along with corporate officers. The genitor served the company for about 30 years. It was not that she was an efficient and extra-ordinary sincere employee but she maintained a  home-like relationship of love and respect with all ... ..from bottom to top, even with the CEOs.
    Humm. So now Wall Street Corporates not only watch bear in pit or bull in the fighting ring in the stock market but embraces  "relationship' also.   A new venture in the financial field. God of Security Exchange knows whether 'relationship',' love,' joy', rivalry, 'prestige', 'social status'  also will be released in the NON-PROFIT(!!) Stock market as 'Bond' in future like that of 'MAGA'  bond? or Venture Capital?

  I was thinking of frail 'Relationship' which is decaying gradually between human being. The influence of technology, i-pad,i-phone, robotic toys, the animation film of aliens; Star Wars, Spiderman, Harry Potter, all is strangling the human relationship from an early stage of kids in such a way that within a decade it will be gasping to death.

The books written by popular authors are actually committing the mass killing of young minds. The kids born after 2012 are much obsessed with aliens and rockets and cosmos and even big bang but not of this planet so much, of the home, of parents or siblings they are living with. I went to an elementary school and the drawing and sketches done by the kids invoked such thought in me. The new writers are destroying the imaginative elements in kids by super-imposing a superficial pseudo imaginative garbage.
Recently I read some children books meant for the elementary school and was thinking deeply, that there should be a 'guild' of social philosophers to select storybooks for the kids between 6 to 12 years.
Books of Enid Blyton.,   Series of Tintin,  Gulliver's Travel,  Alice in Wonderland,  Rip Van Winkle Mr Jekyl and Hyde, Tom Sawyer, Treasure Island, Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde, David Copperfield mythological books and lots of good children books are there which are eternally new to feed the growing mind. The most' brand new' generation doesn't hear about these stories.

I don't discourage the new writers. I want to focus to keep the authentic children books also side by side to the new one. Stories from parable, fable, mythology is still loved by all children.  Imagination,  romance, inquisitiveness all these softer elements enrich the emotional part of a young mind which help to build up character.
Children are the future nation.   Man making education is influenced by story books  rather than syllabus books  of school.
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Sipra's Diary: Tiny but mighty

                                   

                                                           Tiny but Mighty

 Of late I am becoming curious to know about those things which were not interesting to me at all. Biology and Botany were most uninteresting to me for their bombastic terms But now I wonder with the engineering skill of ants, white ants, earthworms, spiders mosquitoes, cockroaches etc.

During my stay in India  I was bothered too much by cockroaches, white ants and mosquitoes. I had to keep vigil eye to keep the house get rid of them. The ability of damaging power of white ants which are so small but so  mighty  to do harm which  is not less than an elephant; and so are the ants, and mosquitoes!

 It is surprising but a fact that the Emperor like Alexzander the Great retreated because of this tiny insects, as the mosquito -bite made the regiment of armies sick with malaria fever and too weak to fight more!
The defeat caused by tiny insects like mosquitoes vs the great historical hero..........

What an irony. !!
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Urmila's Letter :: Tadpole or Chameleon

         





The position of journalism in a democracy is almost as powerful as a nuclear bomb; but not so....  for the journalists. Their position is precarious. After all, it is a job, a career for them; they wish to marry and maintain family-like other and not to be martyrs like freedom fighters.
But they need to act like that of a 'vocal hero' with a digital pen which is mightier than the sword' throughout the career- life: double role! A double-coloured balloon pumped with (questionable!) patriotism. In one hand they project themselves as a supporter of social welfare to cajole and coax the public sentiment. Because people are the King-maker in democracy; so the axis of journalists is tilted towards the mass . And Government also holds silent support to the social media to fuel the people's sentiment by criticizing government's act at random so that people,s steam of anger is vaporized by them through the 'rights' to express free opinions. Freedom to criticize the ruling party is a great catharsis for the people to keep the political atmosphere cool down. So media acts as a cooling conductor between the public and the ruling party to protect the government from unwanted rebel and fury of the mass.

 So the status of journalists in a democratic state is to remain either as chameleons or tadpoles in water but near the land; tadpoles look like a school of small fish or baby snake; journalists need to please both: the public and government..Like tadpoles sometimes need to kiss the frog or snake or dive underwater like fish, depending on the situation. They need public support for their sustenance but for the survival?.. They need the favour of the ruling party; they encourage the thief to steal in one hand and warn the householder to be alert on the other hand. But never forget to maintain an under-current connection with the ruling power, the oxygen supplier.
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Sipra's Diary :;Tyranny of good habit.

I wrote  how 'good habits'also sometimes,turns to be a tyrant. I woke up early at dawn, try to do meditation, some free hand exercise, a little  morning walk, an elaborate shower;to use fresh clothes after shower which is quite a luxury here and the problem is that I can not make myself free from this grit of routine.The day I spend the morning on relaxing out of routine, I feel lethargic whole day ; why can't I take a laissez-faire? I saw my grandma spent last 30/35 years just eating sleeping gossiping and enjoying  nursing like regular oil-massage in body and feet ,she passed away at her eighty. But my mother had to remain active as my brother and his wife both were busy doctors. But I have no such compulsion.My mother used to say that engaging in work keeps body and mind fit.My mother-in-law used to say 'work means worth' life is meaningless ,empty without work. Perhaps I am encompassed with all these  sermons tightly.

Now searching 'google' has been my latest bug,  added to that grit of routine. However hectic is my Sunday, if I don't see article of David Remnick from  Sunday 'archives', the day seemed to be on fasting; it is not exactly his article but the 'links' given by him are  very selective and unique.In september, just at the beginning of Fall session the article "School"pulled  the memory of my school life with a jerk!
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"Inocent Divorcee"

During my stay in Mumbai, after trying hard somehow I managed to get a Bengali paper "Sunday Anandabazar Patrika" which contained a matrimonial supplement. My basic purpose was to search for a suitable bride for my son. This paper supplied us with more entertainment than news.  I noticed there the first time, to my surprise, advertisement of matrimonials even for dogs. Sometimes my daughter also joined me for searching her sister-in-law; some ad held 'marriage only in the paper'; while some ads of brides were'innocent divorcee'. She asked me innocently, "mom, what is 'innocent-divorcee'?
   I also noticed it several time but did not ponder upon because I had no interest in divorcee for my fresh bachelor son, though he had no objection. Now we two started researching what can it mean.
I said 'I don't know'; maybe there was no scandalous dirty story behind the divorce;..........................but the word 'divorce' itself is stained in the market of negotiation-marriage. How can it be innocent?
Gazing at the paper amusingly,  we burst out into laughter as the'innocent divorcee' slipped out from our mouth simultaneously!  From that time it became a cliche between us to make fun, whenever anything obscured comes us to be explained. As an excuse, we used to utter', 'see it is 'innocent divorcee'.
In some ad, the qualification of the bride was stated as,
'hah,seh,fah,'. It also remained beyond our comprehension for a long time. Later on, I asked somebody and came to know that it means  'Higher-Secondary-Failed'.
I thought it to be like some special degree.
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I am a little selective in every matter, even selecting very simple items from grocery.
Yesterday I bought a sweet potato, perfect in colour, shape and size, nor crude or muddy as often they are seen. I roasted it in the oven; Before eating as I peeled and cut it into two pieces, I noticed the centre portion is as black as coal and also has a fungus, so I throw it in the trash with an automatic comment, poor "innocent divorcee" and laughed to remember the background story.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Sipra's Diary: A hectic sunday

Last week I had a hectic sunday.At 9AM choir-music in the church; from 11AM to 1:30 again joining in the choir music and listening devotional speech in the vedanta Math; Finally from 2pm to 4pm inter-generational program of discussion on the topic: Re-imagine the end of life and exploring death.Upto saturday night I had in my mind to carry on all the events. But on Sunday morning,I decided to cancel the first one;because I did not practice any piece of songs and,immediately I felt relaxed as wanton school-boy.
I enjoyed the inter-generational topic about life and death. It raises the very common questions for the elders to ponder:
Would life be better if we could live forever? Is death a taboo?..what scares most about dying? How can we be more comfortable with the topic of death?What is something  that death of some beloved one has taught?
What practical steps we should think in advance so that the way we die can be as unique as the way we live?
Life is beautiful but also unpredictable.Considering and talking about our wishes ahead of time can allow the end of life to be more meaningful and less stressful. Some seniors along with some juniors shared  their personal stories of how much loss they felt by the demise of their closest one. How  is the impact of legacy they left in their minds?

Then the audience were asked to flash some thoughts on the topic.I quoted some comment of my father in-law who was reputed doctor and to deal with death and desease were part of his daily life.whenever somebody became  overwhelmed by the death of closest one,he used to say, "to die is natural but to live is wonder".So one must lead the best use of life. Importance of intergenerational story telling is like recording  tapestry of time and events as document. It is a fact that when an elderly one dies,a LIBRARY is Lost.
Moreover ,we all, good or bad, endowed with    'death-certificate' indiscriminately when we die; Whether in every stages of academic career or in job sphere we achieve 'certificate' as promotional recognition; though certificate means 'document' but as pun it also means 'appraisal'.'Death certificate' is not less important than any other certificate of life time achivement! Perhaps more. Even those who  don't get any certificate during life time,there is hope to get it after life is over.
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Sipra's Diary; Sunrise from Columbus circle, Manhattan.

Yesterday I took my morning walk while it was still half dark though it was 6:40.But while I crossed Time-Warner building, lots of people were coming out of the subway like flocks of busy bees. The owners  of fruits-shop and snack-bar on t he street were  very busy to serve the commuters. I was walking with lazy step but curious eyes.All these racing feet and rushing bodies generate vibration in me;vibration of life! The throb of city-life. It rejuvinates the past when I was  also a part of this phase of life, how crazily ran after golden deer! and now  simply an onlooker.
As usual I stood some moments facing to Central Park, Columbus Circle,CNN building,Duane-Reade ,the pharmacy  which supplies my prescribed  medicine, and at my back side the  marvellous crescent shaped Time Warner building with huge glass door bearing proudly the gorgeous images of branded Ad companies. The street in front of Columbus -Circle runs straight parallel to the central Park towards east and meets the horizon where a beautiful church  stands in the midst,as if, waiting to witness some auspicious event; yes auspicious event!

In summer, day breaks  even before 5:30; I used to wait for the sun to come up.At first the horizon behind the church and  the adjacent sky behind the dark trees of Central park becomes little clear with  fade red halo which becomes little darker that changes into  orange and spreads more space of horizon in each step; finally  turns into  golden yellow melted sheet, too dazzling to look at,  and the sun comes up the roof-top of the church; this play of colours  takes less than five minutes!
In a cloudy day the horizon is deprived of this play of multi-colour steps; it comes up late  with fade yellow sheet ,not from beneathe the horizon but above high in the sky, piercing the roaming cloud ! I always turn back for home before the sky turns  dazzling yellow. Coming near my apartment in the west, I greet the view of river Hudson......
But yesterday I didnt wait to greet the sun; I came back early as it was cold and windy.
At 11AM I switched on  TV and came to know about
the  explosive package of bomb by mail .Couple of hours ago the place which was vibrating with the throb of life is now thumping with fear and terror not only in the New york city but  it bangs everywhere,in every heart of the country.
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Sipra's Diary :Immerson Day Of DURGA -PUJA : [Fragment of Memoir]

The biggest festival of Bengal, 'Durga Puja' ended, leaving a feeling of nostalgia like every time. So many years passed by, still, the mind goes back to the childhood of Giridih, small but very much commercially rich mining town. Though I was not aware of it at that time. what I remember  was: five new clothes for five days,new shoes,new ribbon;...to pluck flowers at early morning  with friends for the neighbourhood puja;... taking bath at early morning ,doing small works in the pandal like making garland, distributing flowers to the devotees,giving 'Anjali';beat of dhak accompanied with 'kasar-ghanta',.. taking 'prasad 'repeatedly in the queue until being caught  and chased mockingly, by someone; then freedom to stay outside in the pandal for long hours! The puja pandal was just opposite to our house. Then three-four hours break at lunchtime, waiting impatiently for the evening to go again in the pandel, wearing a new dress for more fun. In the evening during Aarati time, all ladies used to throng in the pandal; the whole atmosphere seemed to be celestial with the smell of dhup-dhuna, beat of dhak and kasarghanta at least 30 to 40 minutes continuously. At the end of 'arati', we pushed each other to keep our palms over the 'panchpradip'(=divine lamp) for the blessing of the goddess and then touched on own head; and there was also a competition to keep palms over the lamps repeatedly;...as if, who can gather more blessings than the other. During Aarati I used to look my mother's face turning my neck; she looked so beautiful with bright vermillion red 'Bindi'on the forehead between two eyebrows and new sari. It was my great pleasure to see my mom enjoying any festival, away from the kitchen and home.
I passed different phases in the long passage of life as a wife, as a mother, a daughter-in-law; But all festivals drag me to the memory of childhood, parents, friends.
I feel my parent always stay with me like a shadow! Perhaps, I think, this is because my ID as 'daughter' is most strong in me.

There are no puja festivals in mid-Manhattan. But who bothers! 

I am fine with the trove of my memory treasure ....Every morning after taking shower I switched on dhak beat, chanting mantras in 'youtube' from the day of 'Bodhan'(starting-day) to the last day of 'Bisarjan'(Immersion) in full volume to create festival environment in the lonely apartment; Looking at the immersion of the image on screen, I felt the similar  childhood nostalgia,-- in Manhattan!

After the immersion, we used to come back in the empty pandal with missing hearts to get 'shantijal' which the priest sprinkled over our head' for peace and blessing of the goddess. The vacant alter without the image in deserted pandal stood only to spread over gloomy air of hollowness.......
The image of clay melted in water after the immersion long ago; but not my memory; it still lingers.........

"# me too"....................".me too#" !from URMILA

Political Drama  of Supreme court  Judge in 2018

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At last the most disgraceful drama in the political history of America 2018 ended, by the split-hair decision and by saving keenly the prestige and honor, the great  country deserves. But the stain it created must be “saved as” memorandum to avoid the repetition of such heinous instances in future.
...It has to be remembered that this is only a short term personal 'win' for Kavanaugh, that has no power to remove his stain on character  or career in the near future. This may be harmful for mid-term elction/next term election. Because the majority of furious people of the country stand against the government's decision on the 'nomination issue. The political atmosphere is stirred up so vehemently making the water too muddy to reflect any transparent image or affirmative vision....

   So the only  first part of 'obstacle race' is over, while the rest is left in turbulent turmoil. What awaits for next step?

 For the long term lasting benefit, it would have been a better judgement if Kavanaugh refuses to accept the nomination of supreme court judge, with a good intention to unify the angry people that will  bring back the solidarity of the country; This self-sacrifice will  input an immense impact not only to him but to the ruling government and to the public. It is up to him to decide between the two options:: to catch the instant interest with a morbid future,  or to 'sacrifice' that for a greater cause in the long term! This is the opportunity for him to win trust and regards of a large fraction of people if not all. Maybe better chance is waiting!
In fact 'acceptance' means'confinement' for him to a nowhere-land of self efacement... Similar scandal case this country has in the past with the first black Supreme Court judge with ......... ..
 Though lack of evidence proved Kavanaugh innocent, the public did not accept it; like an eclipse, his extraordinary brilliance will remain shrouded throughout his career by some superstar; he and his activities will always be undervalued and judged indirectly through 'coloured lens'. 

 
In democracy people's demand shouldn't be neglected; because they are the kingmaker. For greater achievement, smaller sacrifice like 'resignation to the post' will be appreciated and beneficial for the future: Let the flood of contagious emotion settle down on the bedrock. Gap of time helps to heal up.
"If winter comes can spring be far behind?"

In this digital age, it is easy to fuel and spread political agitation like a prairie fire.  Lots of old "#me too" cases from various corner and cavern are crawling out. ( It must be remembered that this is a worldwide sensitive issue!)To ameliorate the negative effects on the environment, thoughtful strategies are needed to apply carefully before they gather feathers to become strong as a political movement like "Occupy WallStreet"," Arab spring" or "Intifada".  

                
So far America has an exemplary reputation for holding   democracy. So in such a country, a person who is nominated as a judge of Supreme Court is expected to be thorough check-up of eligibility, honesty and the question of character above any type of crimes before the nomination, so that no chance is left for such allegation. 

No doubt, democracy is the best form of government. But the pitfall of democracy lies in the backbone  which help to stand : election, vote, human rights…FREEDOM OF SPEECH….

Democracy originated first in Greece, constituted of small kingdoms, where the people and leaders both knew each other; where the people simply raised their hands in support of their favourite leaders.

Election based on the vote (which represent the wish of mass) is really complicated process in a multi-cultural, multi-lingual country like America; because neither people nor the leaders know one another directly; and no chance of that opportunity. People depend on social media who take the role of ‘mirror.’ (like  TV, Internet and I-PHONE); newspaper and the radio is now backdated. 'Mirrors'    may reflect perfectly as well as a distorted image :like the mirror we read in the fabled story

“mirror, mirror,…..”

It has been customary of the opponent party in democracy to manipulate and motivate the people against the ruling party, by taking advantage of any conflicting or debatable issue. They are prone to highlight faults rather than focusing or providing constructive ideas.

It is, of course, a healthy sign of democracy to keep the ruling party always under pressure of taking the right decision, and resisting to become autonomous.

But the weakest point is that the majority of people are politically ignorant and do not have the power to make own decision. They are still “Roman mob” commented by Julius Caesar in Shakespeare’s drama. So the destiny of election stands on the volatile opinion of the so-called mob who are guided by emotion rather than reason.

The recent game of mud-throwing over the nomination of a judge in Supreme Court with such an allegation which was too weak to be established by evidence . It is unwarranted and ridiculous to be brought to the court of the hearing board.

Slandering the character has been the most undeserving tool since President Clinton’s reign, to assassin the political career of someone. It was a burning example of women's success against assault.

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The statistic says most of the women, especially as teenage, are sexually assaulted not only in job-sphere but also in the neighbourhood or at home; but the majority of them remain silent;  perhaps, throughout the life but they become more alert and self-protective.

In US, since the Clinton case, Monica Lewinsky paved the easy path of projecting her image as ‘demi-god of courage’ for some women who outcry with an allegation against the male who has name and fame in society. The purpose was not at all to bring change in society, to make it free and safe for all women; but exclusively for own cause[benefit]!
Who knew the name of Monica before the case? …Her biography, autobiography would be sold like hot cake at the cost of the scandal.

“Scandal” is an easy way of self-advertisement.
         

 Who knows what happened in a high school-party where all were in a juvenile orgy? That too was thirty-two years back? It is really hard to prove, even, if the allegation was true. It is not a case of murder, theft or fraud which trail throughout one’s life to be questioned for evidence and proofs at any phase of a life-time. But the old sexual harassment case, (whether true or false) is too fragile to be proved by producing evidence.

The term ‘trauma’ raises questions: Why the accuser or her family did not appeal to the juvenile court to get rid of trauma? Juvenile court gives nourishment and not a punishment to the under-age young.

Secondly, according to psychic pathology, the incident which pushed in a traumatic state is expected to retain the vivid memory: hence the failure of memory of the accuser proved the case of accused to be stronger than the accuser. It remained an enigma how did the accuser continue higher study and professional career in ‘traumatic state’ without any break?

Thirdly, What made the accuser to break her silence at the crucial moment after thirty -two years, just as the name for the nomination was announced? ……

Lack of presenting evidence aroused probability that the accused might have  been used as a tool to the “orchestrated conspiracy” against the nomination of Supreme Court judge, but without preparing enough strong groundwork. 

It is sad to think that the accuser was encouraged and supported as a victim to feed 'purpose' of motivated political interest, though the defeat was evident. Politics is a battlefield of diplomacy, not the churchyard of confession which stands on ‘belief’ system alone, instead of ‘evidence’ on which judgment of court stands’. And who knows the truth? ‘Truth’ is a big lie until it is detected.
      What is the remedy to overcome such situation?

Amendment of the constitution is not new in democracy.

The country needs some Amendments in the Constitution to deal with some current fiery issues that are creating problems in society.

In the past there had been 33 Amendments.  Some of the amendments related to women were: equal rights, women suffrage, divorce, abortion, seat reservation in job-sphere etc.
The constitution granted these rights to women as they were considered as weaker section of society. All these rights gave power and made women stronger day by day. Equal rights to get job in any field has given women financial freedom, which is great!

But is there any statistical research of the changes in society as a whole in sixty years since the proliferation of women power gained the right of divorce, abortion, using contraceptive peels, and feminist movement?

Has the ‘quality of life’ been improved and better than the traditional way of family life? By the quality of life’ I mean in terms of health (both mental and physical), nutrition, education, morality, especially relationship with family and community, peace and joy in mind?

 One remarkable change in American society is that rise of women power has made the male weak. Law of a country should be natural to both genders to keep the balance of power.  Like equilibrium theory in economics, power should be equal between male and female to maintain the balance in family and in society. The social or political market works much the same way as an economic market which tends potentially to an equilibrium system, but the lack of wisdom and vision of motivated politicians and the manipulated voters prevented reaching that desired point of equilibrium.

What achievements the American women contribute in society(other than financial affluence) after wallowing in feminine freedom for sixty years? During these sixty years how many Nobel laureates in arts or science have shown their excellence? Did it inspire or input patriotism/ or higher social values to the next generation? The shift from the paternal society brought some social vices such as 'live together', misuse of abortion, moral decay, degeneracy; the remedies which were introduced for welfare,in fact, damaged the foundation of American society due to undemocratic implementation of them.

        
                  MALE : AN ENDAGERED  SPECIE: 

 

  Now men have become weaker comparative to women. In fact, men are now endangered specie.They are on the way of decay. It is not surprising that within a decade the male will be represented by robots which have already been introduced in the market.As weaker entity, now it is time for men who need rights for the support and protection from government  to counter false allegation; there should be some changes in constitution regarding marriage and divorce law. Nightmare of divorce has made the marriage system weak and brought 'living together'; contraceptive peel induced to extra-marital relationship.These social vices spread  over rampantly after the feminine freedom since sixty years ago.

Men are afraid to marry in fear of divorce which brings disaster to them both mentally and materially. Women are affected less than men do;  though they suffer mentally but they gain materially by the support of law.

Male and female are two wings of a bird. If one wing becomes invalid ,the bird can niether fly nor walk to survive.  Last three four decades children  in America are brought up in the family where dominence of mother influence them more than the father.Under female influence son-child tended  to become timid and docile than the girl-child who imitated the image of mothers in themselves.They began to develop their personality from home which haunted them from nursery school to throughout academic life,career life and marital life. Biologically the son-child becomes male but psychologically, docile, following the father-figure at home, from childhood. May be it is one of the cause that number of gay people are rising up.

 This is not a good sign for any healthy society.

Why the women, (not only for model) use scanty dress to expose their body? Isn’t it provoking to opposite sex? Isn't undermining the women as a class? Is it right to support the view of "Feminine Mystique"s highest value that preached  the commitment for women is the fulfillment  for  their own femininity?

Why the women celebreties of popular 'Talk Shows' never point to that? What is femininiy? Is it a mass-hysteria, fomented by the man-hating fanatics?

It is an etenal truth that quintessential manifestation of women is in motherhood  and in making  a peaceful home, in spite of being involved  to whatever extend in the outer world. Moreover it is not to forget that men had great contribution to fight against government for achieving  many of the Women Rights. Without their help,women would have to put more effort and time to achieve desired goals.

 

  Did women ever thought to help or support male   in rightuousness, without  any gender-bias?

Lots of women are coming out with“#me too.May be very soon some new compulsory 'app' will be introduced in the market for both gender to detect life time sex-crimes  as evidences to record the truth.

Why do only women enjoy unlimited power of   'sexual allegation” and never, the opposite?

Is it for the male “ego”! Still 'saved'in custody? Then we-ll!

Before “#hash me too” booth  propped up in every street corner  like Starbuck coffee shop, the men with their still 'stampede  sedimental manhood', can protest as antidote,…me too##,”on the opposite corner!!

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