Shoes: ...............New-Age-Crown !I

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Sometimes Ad-world behaves so funnily They are crazy to exhibit their excellence, their novelty in creativity! The above image of the woman is an advertisement for the shoe and not of any gym.

Purpose of the shoe is to protect feet while walking on-road and also sometimes for the elegancy,  whereas crown on the head is a ''symbol of pride and majesty''.
                                                                        Though shoes of some branded company are as expensive as the crown, but shoes are shoes, simply footwear.  In the nineties, the "Reebok "was considered something as the owner's pride and neighbour's envy" in India.  My son and my husband both had that  But I was not aware of how prestigious they were. 
About 30/35 years back I read an article of some Harvard-researcher that in coming future the pattern of our social system will be like"" inverted pyramid" that is upside down as contrary to the then present time hierarchical society. With the stepping of new millennium everything, in every system is changing at a faster pace.I notice this advertisement of the shoe just opposite to the silvery globe of Columbus  Circle.  To me, it seems ridiculous. I hid my face to release a cryptic chuckle.
I remembered the"article I read long ago"  ïnverted pyramid ".
Is this Ad a  literally ' vivid sample'  or debut of 'metaphorical symbol'?Head is rested on the footpath with legs in ornated shoes stretched up to the sky (  on the huge showcase glass of the shop.)!

Sipra's Diary : MONOLOGUE: " Life know not ......

                                                      ..........MONOLOGUE...........

"Life know not what thou art!"
"Why are we always so apart from each other?
Head and heart never aligned; Always in a tug-of-war;
When you are ready to take me where once I desired,
My mind, by the time, shifted elsewhere!

Some morning I woke up joyfully, with a light heart. I plan to do this and that. It seems something will happen, But very often the day ends in the halfway with dampened mood. I ask myself what was my expectation? What did I fail to achieve? Apparently, the value of success or failure of my own has declined. But actually, it is not true. I feel it when I am affected by small success or failure.
                                              Life! know not what thou art!

Poem for POETS'GATHERING AUTUMN NOV 4,2019

             POEM :AUTUMN  ( 2019 )




At last, disapproving global warming,

Autumn has knocked on the door,

Though little late, but no way to escape

From the grip of Nature's routine.

The wind whispers the message

With chilli touch to the  palpitating  plants

That it is time for losing all her offsprings;

The leaves: who are  turning yellowish

And  are trembling in fear to bid 'goodbye'

 To family  friends and siblings;

The mother plant console them not to become upset

She will bring   them back  to her lap  soon

With new life and added vigour of the spring

Welcomed by twittering birds and fragrant flowers!
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Sipra's Diary :Enigma of the Financial world.

       The financial world is a giant gambling place almost like a casino in Las Vegas. But far more complicated to apprehend, far more fatal. Because it is planned and operated not by any lifeless mechanical machine but by the Frankenstein's brain -in -human and affected the lives of all people in the country; no matter whether people are willing to join or not,, they become 'part 'of the gambling game and not as mere 'viewers' but receivers or victims. With the advent of globalization, the after-effect is not limited to one country but affects globally. As it has been a cliche that if the butterfly flutters its wings in one corner of the sky, it may cause a tornado to other parts of the world.
In Casino game, there is an option for the people to choose whether they wish to take risk of playing or sit to enjoy as viewers ..

Financial World strides with pride differently; it is not based on any strict Principles of ethics or scientific method. Perhaps no scientific formula works! The target of the Financial world is only to create wealth. It is not based on the formula of 2 +2 =4. When  2+ ever-oscillating behavioural psychology of customers are added to the power of 2, then the outcome might be 40  or only 0 instead of a' definite 'result of 4. There is no way than to watch patiently for the future.  That is why this zone is very volatile, and uncertain.' Boom and Bust' is their banner; Resembles true character and fate of bubble! This is the tragic paradox where we have to live and survive. 
In 1950s Carlos Ponzi, an Italian swindler became a billionaire  by following a theory like "Rob Peter, pay Paul ".It became popular as' Ponzi-scheme', not only in the western world but in other parts also proliferated. Multiple bonds of similar type were sold. In India, there were Peerless company, "Sonchoyita", "Sarada'. 'Techno-India'"  Money-Matter, Rose valley and many others, It benefitted the middle-class and low middle class as well as the founders who became a millionaire  in a short period.  But "Sonchoyita' "Sarada "no more exist. They melt down suddenly with scandal. Some of the founder father ended life with suicide. Those who were efficient they escaped by changing their skin or colour by swiping money to another field Best way for these swindlers to escape is to align with some non-profit organization, a hospital for destitute, Old Home etc. Peerless is still reigning with prestige by investing in hotel hospital real estate and another philanthropic field.

It  is really confusing to me to understand  the relationship between 'corruption' and the booming economy of a country."India is rising,"China is rising"!All the so-called rising countries are known as "BRIC" notoriously dishonest and full of criminal activities.
In my limited experience, I noticed that since 2005 the people we knew as 'poor' suddenly climbed a higher economic ladder. Many house-maids in our neighbourhood borrowed money from householder they worked,  for making houses on the land got from the government in the outskirt of the megacity.........

Is the mathematical formula of uprising economy is based on 
corruption?

Sipra's Diary : Mission.com and View of I Q

                                                                   IQ


It is good to know from Mission.com  that even big companies like Google, Apple and others are looking for new trend other than the traditional ways of grade and branded University for recruitment in their companies. Welcome to their new venture .Many times ordinary people do extraordinary job in solving problem if they are given chance.Of course, IQ covers one's 'presence of mind', but 'presence of mind' is something more: it is 'apprehension' coupled with the powerful ability of solution which needs individual's passion, and IMAGINATION.But mostly the talents of these people remain  under the shadow of big bosses or lost as unrecognized.
The grade and branded university should never be undervalued to keep up the standard ; but  if others with  creative minds are selected to be interviewed  parallel with them,then brilliance of the brilliants will shine more .Like the story of racing competition between rabbit and tortoise, brilliant will not be too confident  about themselves to win and rest under a tree like the over -confident  rabbit. Instead they will always be on alacrity to save their ego of superiority, which is beneficial to the companies they give service.
Another scientific fact about IQ is that its span is from 9months to 9 years of age.  There is an adage that if you don't learn at 9 years then you won't in even at 90. (In Bengali,"Jaha noi noye,taha noi nobboye").
So IQ doesn't develop after the 9 years of age  but  other mental faculties like thinking ,feeling, and willing go on change  forever: they may  either develop or deteriorate.  So people of average IQ but mentally enriched have  high potentiality to exhibit  miraculous excellence in their designated sphere.

A Poem in the poetry month TITLE :THe Spirit of Icarus

                '  O SOLITUDE":SIPRA ROY
I found my Pegasus, anchored in solitude,
                My oasis of solace;
Whenever I wish I can seep under your shadow,
          Even amidst the bizarre crowd.

         O solitude, I owe so much to you!

My own piece of sky through the window-glass
My own piece of hidden pain or secret desire
             That I don't want to share!
Let me sit a while,- me with myself alone,
                  Just face to face
            And cherish my narcissism!

 If ever the noisy universe  as an invader
 Shatters my dream-island of silence,
 And I am at a loss with broken antenna
 O solitude,
 Please be my lighthouse!
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         TITLE:    THE    SPIRIT OF.    ICARUS>.  Phoenix. Bird

    Icarus , you didn't die,

    Your vive is imbibed in immortality,

    Flows  in the blood  of your successors,

    Like phoenix out of your ashes came out 

   Millions of miraculous illumined minds ,

   With youthful vigor and more power

   With new app AI and sunscreen cosmic apron,

   As  Spirit of Icarus ,vibrant in new generation-           

   Building shelters in space -station .

   Aspire to access far deeper than the mythical  figure......                                                                                       

   To unfurl the mystery, layer by layer

   Far beyond the horizon !

   Not a land of Utopian fantasy, but 

   Attempted to achieve the unachievable

    (where devil dare to encroach )

   With a dream to clean and cool the ozone layer,

   For saving the Mother Earth from global warm !

    Icarus! Your   unfulfilled wish is  //(blooming //revealing. )to be glorious.!

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>uu>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>....                             Icarus is a young boy of Greek mythology. His father made for him wings  and attached on his back with wax. But warned him not to go too near to the sun.because it would melt the wax and  might  cause  his death.  But Icarus flew too high near the sun   ignorig father and turned into ashes . ....Curiosity kills not only cat but also limitless passion and ambition   of  humanity .

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Sipra,s Diary: SEP 14,2019

                                                               Saturday,  Sep14,2019

Today is the birthday of my son. I wished him on the phone.
 Alexi came at 10 AM. She took me to the Down                                                                Saturday,  Sep14,2019

Today is the birthday of my son. I wished him on the phone.
 Alexi came at 10 AM. She took me to the Downtown by train. I like to train -ride but I  get chance to do seldom. We dropped at World Trade center I stepped out from the station, I saw huge crowd, mostly tourists gazing and taking snaps of a  group of Arabian horses with a uniformed cop sitting on the back of each horse row of horses stood almost like a statue in a semi-circle  It was really a spectacular scene. I asked Alexi and some other tourists why so many horses gathered here. They don,t know. We viewed from the back with their long-haired tail looked really amazing! I told Alexi to take a snap of the back-view. We crossed the road to take photos from the front. I came to know by asking the police that It was Brave Hearts Trail To Zero" ride to end veteran suicide. Inspired by other tourists I touched a horse and took several snaps. I was charmed to see the architectural beauty of the station and surrounding towers and buildings.
   This is the second time I came to this place since 2015! I just walked around the colourful joyous crowd of tourists and savour the festive mood, as well as the nostalgic memory of trauma, happened on 9/11. The splendour and magnanimity of the present time masterpiece architecture bear the powerful spirit of New Yorkers' and its leaders'; how strong is the will-power of people to rise head defying the devastation. This place reminds me of that unique challenge! I picked up two dry leaves dropped from the tree of the park in front of the newly built twin towers, as a token of memory.

I was walking through Fulton street and my feet stuck in front of the building   "Conde Nast!".
I asked the uniformed security guard standing in front of the building, "Is this the Publishing House of "New Yorker Magazine also"?

He replied that he would not give any information.  By this time I saw a man entered the office, I asked: " So can I go inside?"..."It is closed today"...
" I know that, but there must be someone who works on holidays also! I wish to meet some of them.
 "Do you have an appointment?"
"No!"  The guard nodded his head, "Then you can not"!
I was feeling irritated with Alexi as she interrupted me and told impatiently," it is closed on Saturday; let us go to the station to go back home.
To me, Publishing houses are like shrines. And I could not enter.  !Anyway, I decided to come on some other day.
On my way back  there was not a single tail of the "BRAVE HEARTS TRAIL.........

Town by train. I like to train -ride but I  get chance to do seldom. We dropped at World Trade centre I stepped out from the station, I saw huge crowd, mostly tourists gazing and taking snaps of a  group of Arabian horses with a uniformed cop sitting on the back of each horse row of horses stood almost like a statue in a semi-circle  It was really a spectacular scene. I asked Alexi and some other tourists why so many horses gathered here. They don,t know. We viewed from the back with their long-haired tail looked really amazing! I told Alexi to take a snap of the back-view. We crossed the road to take photos from the front. I came to know by asking the police that It was Brave Hearts Trail To Zero" ride to end veteran suicide. Inspired by other tourists I touched a horse and took several snaps. I was charmed to see the architectural beauty of the station and surrounding towers and buildings.
   This is the second time I came to this place since 2015! I just walked around the colourful joyous crowd of tourists and savour the festive mood, as well as the nostalgic memory of trauma, happened on 9/11. The splendour and magnanimity of the present time masterpiece architecture bear the powerful spirit of New Yorkers' and its leaders'; how strong is the will-power of people to rise head defying the devastation. This place reminds me of that unique challenge! I picked up two dry leaves dropped from the tree of the park in front of the newly built twin towers, as a token of memory.

I was walking through Fulton street and my feet stuck in front of the building   "Conde Nast!".
I asked the uniformed security guard standing in front of the building, "Is this the Publishing House of "New Yorker Magazine also"?

He replied that he would not give any information.  By this time I saw a man entered the office, I asked: " So can I go inside?"..."It is closed today"...
" I know that, but there must be someone who works on holidays also! I wish to meet some of them.
 "Do you have an appointment?"
"No!"  The guard nodded his head, "Then you can not"!
I was feeling irritated with Alexi as she interrupted me and told impatiently," it is closed on Saturday; let us go to the station to go back home.
To me, Publishing houses are like shrines. And I could not enter.  !Anyway, I decided to come on some other day.
On my way back  there was not a single tail of the "BRAVE HEARTS TRAIL.........

Man proposes and God disposes.

Man proposes and God disposes

I learnt the above phrase in school-life. It knocked my mind as I thought to divulge my recent experiences of the "Jordon trip" which was offered to me as my birthday gift. I had no clear idea about the history of Jordon except that it is situated in the Middle East. We landed in Amman, the capital city of Jordon. What I experienced was really amazing! From the highest point of Mt Nebo, ( the burial place of Moses in a Cathedral )I visited, to my surprise, the border of Syria and Egypt, river Jordan, Jerusalem, border of Palestine and the serpentine path through which the Roman came, then Dead sea.
I asked the driver "so, how do the people of Amman eat, drink and sleep, surrounded by these lands of living volcanoes which are terrorising to the whole world. How is the king ?"
The driver replied, 'Jordan is a very peaceful land; the king is loved and adored by the people."
We stayed for ten days and travelled almost all the visiting places taking from Petra, Wadi Rum desert in the north to the Dead Sea in the south via Bethany where Jesus was baptised. We spent in the dead sea Resort for three days from the Resort we reached the well-planned city of port Aqaba in the Red Sea. The water of the Red Sea is very calm and clear. We took a boat -trip. The centre place of the boat-floor is made of glass, surrounded by chairs, only limited seats of 20-to 25. In the 3 to 4 hours' journey, I witnessed, to my delight, the sea-bed with a variety of sea-weeds, corals, school of fish, the broken aircraft of war as old as 50years back, a drowned burnt- ship: that became the abode of sheltering fish and corals. Some weeds and corals were so tall that it seemed to me that the glass floor of the boat would touch and might be broken. It was really beyond my dream that I would experience the sea-bed like that of Discovery channel.
This visit of the holy land of 'honey and milk' as described in the Bible' was not merely a visual tour for me; I was diving deep parallel into the labyrinth of the time-zonal ocean. As if this tour was predestined for me by some supernatural spirit. I decided to craft a mosaic of fact, myth and imagination of my 10 days' experience. Throughout my journey, I went on weaving the tapestry of the ancient stories in a modern context. I would resume my journey of writing as soon as I would be in New York.

The day I reached New York I came to know that my youngest brother had a cerebral attack and in a coma stage. he was admitted to All India Medical College of Delhi but all the efforts of the doctors ended in failure. My brother was selected by the AIMS to take the prestigious award as best doctor  of the year....but god disposes of........

In our 10 days' tour, we visited all the historical places of Amman.
I wrote down footnotes so that I can write the travel story in details after coming back.

But now my mind turns to flow in `some other way to seep in the deep  moist land  of memory ............ 

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Sipra's Diary: 9/112019 Was it a day for clapping?

          

Yesterday  (9/11) I went up, as usual, to the Lincoln centre for my morning walk. As I proceeded towards the fountain I noticed audience, artists and musical instruments. I stood up there and became a part of the audience.
More than 100 professional dancers, all in white dresses took part under the guidance of a dance company The group -dance presented the tragedy in physical expression excellently, The program continued from 8:30 to  8 45.with one minute silence.

So far was good.. I startled when the audience started clapping in praise of the artists at the end.  I felt so bad. Is this day of national tragedy, a day of an assault to humanity is appropriate for clapping?
..........It is surprising that people forget the occasion, the reason, the significance of the day; of their 

gathering! Most of the audience were white people ;some of them were morning walkers and became part of the audience like me; but ARTISTS were mostly multi-national as I guessed from  their  appearance and names  except three or four.

(Continued.)....

               Another stained  9/11 stepped in the ; in American history I wrote the above article last  year.  Last night I asked my daughter that why  I don't see the  rotating lighting from the WTC in memory of the 9/11 as past years? 

My daughter informed that lighting is still there but we couldn't see because we have shifted to the other side . 

Today right at 8: 47 I heard music of bell from the neighborhood  church; Again at 9: 15 the same recorded   instrumental  music. In.  the sad and terrible memory of the two flights that hijacked the WTC

It seems this black spot has been fade from the mind of the most New Yorkers other than those who have lost  their near and dear ones  quickly . .Blessed are those who have the power of forgetting and to stand on the present .But I am on the opposite side of the pole. . Perhaps I walk back  step .I am unable to forget 

such deep-rooted scar. 

I will publish the renewed  edition of the same blog every year as tribute to the memory.

People are more emotional about "BLACK  LIVES MATTER"  hilghting  the police brutality . and racial cruelty. Ocean is lost in the desert but the dewdrop sustains !

This is the loophole of democracy;  it is the open platform of  so called demo-crazy  people to bargain ,to exploit  at the cost of greater cause.

 

Brief story fo r "Doro"t Theater Group . Tme 2minutes

I picked up some of my childhood memories with its small world of wonder and ecstasy. I grew up in the loving care of a joint family with many members. We had neither T.V nor even radio in those days. But we were happy with periodical fair, festivals, circus sports magic picnic etc  Besides family and friends, I enjoyed nature closely. The smell of first rain-soaked earth and the rare view of rainbow charmed me.
I was obsessed with the beauty of the sky with sun moon and stars.
In grade-2, I thought the earth rotates like a ball; So I wondered why then the sky didn't come under feet? While travelling by train, it surprised me to notice that the moon also travelling with us; and the outside trees and lamp-posts and all other things were running to the opposite; Was it the same moon which I could see from everywhere? If it was so then why my house or neighbourhood was invisible to me? There were such a plethora of wonders to puzzle me!
Anyway through a serpentine course now I reached to older adulthood, a valley of spirituality.
Though physical vitality has declined, still many of us are able and eager to embrace philanthropic activities and also making life meaningful in nurturing the art of creativity.
At last, I found the golden gate of opportunity; I met some other women of my age with whom I was bonded together in an extended family of the "DOROT'organization to tell our stories,   through. our

journey of life   ...........!

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Sipra,s diary; "60minutes " and ' demotion of Pegasus'

I enjoy to watch the Sunday "60 minutes" on CBS Channel but often I miss it for other programs at the weekend. Last Sunday I was alarmed to hear encountering with the word 'Pegasus' in the 60-minutes  program. Three days ago I posted a poem in my blog mentioning the word.;....

 Pegasus' comes in many of my poems and writings: it is a kind of my favourite 'muse'.
But It was encountering this program about a powerful mobile phone named 'Pegasus'' which is associated with terrorist activities and information.
In this age mobiles have the power to fly with all the information faster than the mythological pegasus; the only difference between them is of purpose and  status. Henceforth the earthly pegasus will move in hands, pockets, vanity bags, losing the mythological mystic romanticism!....what to do;I have no right to claim  patent my muse " "Pegasus"

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Sipra's Diary : Zest and zeal of entrapreneurship.

My best vacation is in 'writing' and not to go away from it. I may be invisible some time on the internet for some other reasons.
Maybe, my wisdom teeth were either in long vacation or in slumber.
 I used to write for the joy of my own and also to improve my typing skill, but not to please others or try to sell it as a product for potential customers to meet and manage my finance.
But now I do. I started writing two/three fictions but all I stopped posting them in the midway. deliberately. Though the characters of the fictions became so vibrant that they stamped on the membrane of my brain like guerrilla rebels; gradually they began to wane and give in to their(!)destiny.
Let my writing flow in its own way; what is the use of posting if it does not serve any purpose, or fetch any benefit for me?
 ....'Adam bites the apple' in Biblical Age and since then we are paying the price for the wisdom teeth!..........................

I posted  several articles under the title, "Canine Fable."In one of them, I wrote that dogs can follow the sign-language if they are being trained properly from an early stage. I learnt this from my friend who trained her own dog and was successful to keep her garden and neighbourhood trees planted by the side of footpath clean of committing any nuisance.
She narrated me that she used to pitch a sign-board made by pitch-board with an image of red cross in a circle like "No Smoking" sign near the root of the trees on the footpath of her neighbourhoods like ---- i.e and every morning and evening, pointing her finger to the sign-board, used to say her puppy, "No; No;" as soon as the puppy was about to respond to 'nature's call'. She did it like one or two months dedicatedly and found a positive result.

I was surprised to know this amazing information! I know dogs to be intelligent, and the instinct of insects or animals is far keener than human. Isn't it a striking experience that human being was the most tragic victim of Tsunami while neither the sea-creatures nor the land animals were affected so much!
   But to learn the sign language by a dog was quite unbelievable to me! As the number of canine lovers is increasing in this Megacity, the civic sense of the citizen or the city law to maintain the cleanliness of the public property is pathetically waning. Every time in my morning walk the untidy footpath reminds me of India and the other Third world countries. I told my friend that I would mention and add about her experiment in my "Canine Fable" to tickle awareness to dog owners. I posted my blog on Google, Facebook etc five /six months ago.
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Last week suddenly it came to my notice many letters acknowledging and appreciating some guy,( not me!) who displayed and preached in a video posted about changing the different type of problematic behaviour of the dog by training them to learn "sign language" picture; I took a glance at the video for a few seconds.

 I was happy to guess that perhaps somebody has tried to actualise that idea from my blog; this is called 'passion for entrepreneurship! To gear up any new idea as a product in the market to start a new business; though I am sceptical about how much truth is there until I  try to get evidence by keeping a dog myself as a pet.

The spirit of entrepreneurship is appreciable. It spurs the mantra, 'Who can run 'first' to catch a new idea to present and sell in the market before another new wave of innovation crashes on the shore! New-Age technology aptly seminates any innovation as a product in the global market. But where is the place of an innovator? does it dissolve or is sucked totally into the vortex for marketing?
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Sipra's diary: Sunday Guest Speaker Swamiji from providence

Sunday. I went to the centre to attend the lecture of Swamiji who came from Providence. After the speech was over, Swamiji asked the audience if they have any questions. At first, no hands were seen to be raised.
Swamiji: "So no question? very good! That means everything has been well-answered!"
            devotees:  ( laugh)
Then few hands raised; and so spiritual squeezing, like wine from the grape juice, went on half an hour.
Some audience asked, "Swamji, how to understand that my practice of meditation is going on the right path; is there any stage or landmark of progress which will give the meditator self-confidence and satisfaction? Swamiji replied, "it is one of the frequently asked questions." He narrated a story: There was a gardener nearby a forest which was full of monkeys. The gardener used to give a treat with rejected produce from his garden to the monkeys. One day he summoned their leader and said,  "Listen I am going to my village for one month; Please water to the plants of my garden regularly so that they don't die." The leader agreed to obey. But coming back after one month, the gardener saw all the plants died. He became furious. He asked annoyedly to the monkey-leader, "Why didn't you pour water to the plants?
The leader replied emphatically, "I did it every day as you told me. But I did something more,
"What is that 'more'?
Monkey:  "Every day I uprooted each plant to examine whether its root consuming water properly!"
           Devotees:(laugh)
Then Swamiji adviced calmly, "just concentrate on meditation only; if you try to seek the progress like the monkey, you will be looser."
Another devotee complained about some book, "Swamiji, It is copied and not....."
Interrupting  him Swamiji commented," in this digital age nothing is original; To claim  Original itself is a mistake."

Memoires Of (My Journey Part- 1 . )

 TITLE::  Looking back…    19th Jan 2019 

               

I  have crossed a long way of the journey in life; Looking back, even to sketch the outline of life will be as long as mini-epic; perhaps lives of many of us are almost like that.
My life contains neither horror of war nor victim of sex-abuse; Neither experience of torturing or negligence of step-mother or father nor a victim of terminal illness; neither divorce nor any secret extra-marital relationship. Such a plain life without pungent spices leaves little space to write striking ‘memoire' to get a projection of interesting fiction.

 I think my diary is a kind of proxy to memoir; but though my outer life was devoid of any stain or glory; my inner-life was vast and enormous as from my early stage I was a psychonaut; my little mind was full of small wonder and queries, most of which remained unanswered.

Recently I have joined a memoir writing class. Next week I have to submit.I am thinking from where to start. I took a telescopic view of my life and decided to take a back-step journey: beginning from ‘now’ to ‘then’. I divided my life -story in two parts. The greater part of my life spent in India which is lengthy and present part of life in this foreign land last five years. 

I came here just after the funeral ceremony of my late husband was over.
It was  a time of March //or April 2001,  just after the funeral ceremony of  my husband was over.
My eldest brother with his two daughters came and escorted me to leave to the Dumdum airport at 8 PM. The Flight was at 1 AM. After taking boarding pass  and before joining the passport queue,I stopped a while to look back: The three of them were leaning against the visitor's railing.---my 70 years' old brother and his two daughters, Rinku and Jhumu,I could not see their faces clearly but I felt their deep concern for me from the distance;...One last glimpse; I remembered last advice from Rinku, my beloved niece." be cool but alert! We waved one another; Then I joined the queue.                                 


..........After the formalities of passport and papers, I sank into a sofa. Alone. With closed eyes I surveyed my desolated apartment ; I try to memorise  of several things: Whether  I have locked and  disconnected the  cylinder from the oven ; switched off the main box of electricity; closed the windows and all the taps properly  and so on;  the day  seemed to hang on me  as pretty last six months ago  long ago ;Being  sure that I did everything well I opened my eyes.  The lounge was crowded. I felt numb. The crowd seemed to be some shadowy entity from some unknown planet. I sat thoughtlessly. I tried to pull myself  from fading-away feeling

......Remember? Four years back I was here with my husband, going to the US for the first time to visit our children. What an amazing zeal and curiosity were there! and now? ..no feeling. Neither grief nor joy   Even no fear or nervousness. After the announcement, I boarded in the Singapore Airlines. Surprisingly in the same place as the first row. like the before I stared vacantly out the window and saw the deserted viewing lounge. I ruminated on my first experience of US flight. The enthusiasm as I watched everything with hungry eyes,...how my husband made fun of my curiosity and teased me for my ignorance with comments,  'I want to see what will you do without me if you are left alone'. He was showing his pride in being a frequent international flyer. I was really novice then. 

Now I was alone to take this journey across the globe.The plane started taxiing on the runway...

  The deserted viewing lounge, airport office building, cargo building passed away one by one  from my sight and then in a blink of an  eye a the innumerable city lights  in the vast, endless darkness  were fleeing from  my vision; as the plane left the ground with a jolt , it triggered a queer feeling in me :"" Oh God , I am cut off  from my land!" The plane soared higher and higher till I could see no more lights of the soil I  belonged  so long.   and I asked  to myself ," why  am I going?"

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Sipra's Diary (M.S -19th Jan 2019) Title (POEM ) Looking Back................CROW, mistery or messenger?

   The funeral party was over,

  The mourning party left

Me, alone, and an empty house.

  I woke up early before
  The chirping of morning birds 

  But lay on bed idly with eyes still closed;

  I heard the chatter of morning walkers--

  Louder than the chirping birds,

 The opening sounds of garage -shutter and shops,

  Horn of school pick-ups,

  Door-bell of milkman and newspaper,

  The smell of incense and blow of conch from the neighbour,

  Reminded me it was Thursday.

  I caught all nuances of  sound and smell

  Of which I was unaware for the last few weeks. 

   As I opened the door 

 Cool fresh air washed  my face;

 I saw the sun sweeping my balcony 

With soft morning glow;

Everything around the neighbourhood

   Was the same with no change! 

 Coming inside with a somewhat vacant mind 

I followed a habitual routine like a machine.  

 Sat in the balcony with morning tea;

No sooner a crow perched close to me

Outside the grill of the balcony.

I kept  on the grill a piece of toast

So that it left me alone

But it didn't touch the toast,

Instead sat fearless and indignant 

Until  I finished my tea. 

Next two-three days also it came,

I offered  biscuit which it took after

I finished my tea. Suddenly 

It flashed my mind

'Is it true that that deceased soul 

Revisit the abode as bird or pet?'

                                                                                                                                                                             One morning, to my fun I heard a call,'caw caw'

                                                       

 As if, asking 'why are you so late?'

Keeping the tray aside I took a biscuit 

While another crow joined the tea-party.
I was confused to decide
who was the husband crow?

  First time in my life I noticed 

This scavenger was not as  ugly as we think

Their bodies were  shiny and clean
 Eyes were like bright beads;

The  younger-thin one  must be female
I guessed as they didn't quarrel.

However, I divided biscuit  to both of them

The regular fat one declared, caw caw,"

Perhaps to mean, 'introduction is over, let us go!'

They picked up own share and flew away'.

 Gazing at their joyful parting I thought_

 How smart you are to pick up your partner 

  So soon in the other world too!!

                                                               

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wild are No Morre Wild

Wild Are No More Wild

Can you imagine dragon as pet? Yes, I Have eye witnessed it.. People now started loving dragon which was once terrorizing carnivorous animal!

Millions and millions of years ago before the arrival of human species, giant dinosaur and dragon reigned the earth.

. Through the passage of time, most of them disappeared by nature’s selection; but some scientists think that some of the species are still living.. Through the passage of time and eco-environmental influence the shape and size of their predecessors changed.

I was invited to my son’s friend house in Austin, Tx. I saw a huge empty glass-box that looked like an aquarium. At first sight, I thought all fish were dead.  Emily The owner of the house made it clear to me that it was the dwelling place of her pet dragon; actually, it was luxurious glass-apartment with two artificial caves and cactus pebbles shells scattered around the glass house.  the dragon was sleeping; A white cement or( brownish ) coloured creature seemed to be, 4/5 pound by weight.                                                   

“Is it its sleeping time now?”

“No, no, perhaps the heat of the summer makes it tired; it is relaxing the coolness of A.C. “Emily took out the pet in her lap dotingly to give it the comfort of coolness directly.

“Wow, what a surprise!”

Like a human baby with head near the shoulder of Emily and clutching her chest with claws of two fore-legs, started looking at us all reluctantly, but surprisingly not curious,  by moving its neck.

    I thought with much disgust  ‘what for tired! A creature once living on the rough surface of rocks and sand of the earth and praying hard for its food in the jungle and now being treated like a prodigal son of a wealthy man!’

But outwardly asked politely “what does it eat? “

“live cockroaches, worms insects.  It never takes anything deadly,” Emily declared quite proudly. While we were talking, the dragon was taking a tour from lap to lap of the kids and finally to the lap of my daughter-in-law who was giving massage to its back.

Emily said to me joyfully ” Look , how it loves massage; it loves Karen because it gets massage from her .”

I said, “yes its eyes are half-closed in physical ease.” Karen is a high rated chiro practitioner and this carnivorous is getting ‘free service’!
"Lucky star"! .She handed over it to Emily.

 I noticed its nails are long and sharp enough to pierce our skin like a surgeon’s knife.

“How old is it?”

“Three and half years”.   “Is it a female?”     

 “No, male.”   “ How do you define its gender”?  Emily pulled one of its hind legs with some white lines that emit some odour which the only fellow female partner gets.

“How do you know so much about them?  From   the internet or book?”

“The owner of the pet shop supplies all this information to me.

Has it any children?”  “No, I never took him to a pet shop for that purpose.”

 I said to myself ’thank god”! But throw a comment jokingly So you compelled it to forced celibacy”.

Emily informed  “dragons don’t like community living. They began to fight as soon as they meet another one”.

I was watching closely : a combination of little white cement and light brownish in colour;  very clean and as fresh as just  taking  a shower ;two  distinct  ear holes, as big as human;  the bow-shaped  mouth stretched from left to right  near below the ear-hole; two big drowsy eyes with poetic and romantic glances !

Observing my curiosity and interest Emily asked me,” Do you want to take it in lap?”

“yes “. I stretched my arms.

As  Emily made herself free from the clutch of claws, the dragon opened its mouth for yawning and I saw a clear hole in its long tongue like Comodo.  I screamed and jumped back to the wall by instinct;
“ I saw its tongue…does it spit ?”

“Yes, they spit.; but this fellow doesn’t..........