Sipra's Diary: Poem. Tapestry of memory and Memoir (. AGING) Jan 25/22(Print)

 

Seniors seem  to be autumn -plant 

 Even with soft   sentimental touch 

  Fall apart , fragments of memory

   Like   dry but tinted   leaves .

Where  flies the glamour or flavor of life?

If variety is the spice of life 

Why not memory be?

why laughter romance fun

vaporize  through strainer in memoir;

Leaving in arid desert only warm sigh and  tear?

Let sprinkle of laughter and humor

be    added   to  serve  as dessert!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is it the future of  our  literature?

                                                   Sipra Roy

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Sipra's diary : January , the opening month of the year> {"[TIME the Deity]} "

 

January is the opening month of the New year . From school life I remember it as eventful, colorful, starting point.

Childhood was spent in  cold winter  of Bihar but full of fun ,festival and laughter ; shorter day longer night , basking under warmth of cotton quilt with siblings  like cattle, eating fresh  favorite vegetables; celebrating  Netaji's B'day Republic  Day , picnic , circus  and Saraswati Puja  'pithe parob',.. no end of joys.  Still now all these days in calendar   is a  reminder,..a vibration  like seismic wave ,  rings  like fade  echo of past bell  in ear.   

   Color and glamour of all these National days  have lost significance to our children in this foreign land .But why should I lament over the past ? Let me basking on ,' let it be ......

Let Time pat softly, calmly,'let it be ,  let it be '...... 

Sipra's Diary : " ME: " Eden of SMALL WONDER"-- (Memoir) (Printed)

                                            TITLE: Eden of.  SMALL   WONDER by   Sipra Roy

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I picked up a slice from  my childhood memories with   images  of small  wonder.and ecstasy. I grew up in the loving care of joint family with many members  in India. 

We had neither TV nor even radio  in those days. But we were happy with periodical fair, festivals, circus, sports, magic, annual picnic  etc. Family itself was a mini-community with variety shows throughout the day . 

Besides family and friends ,I enjoyed nature closely. The smell of first rain-soaked earth  and  the rare view of rainbow always charmed me.

I was obsessed with the Beauty of the sky ,with the dazzling  sun, twinkling stars, and  wax and wane of  the silvery moon! when I was in grade 2, I learnt  that   the shape of  our earth is like an orange and it rotates  around the Sun ;I imagined that the earth 'rotates" like a ball;  So I wondered then  why  like topsy turvy  the sky didn't come on the ground under our feet?   While traveling by train , it surprised me to notice that the moon also traveling with us ;and the outside trees lamp-posts and all other things were running to our opposite ; was it the same & single moon which  I could see  from everywhere?If it was so, then why my own house or neighborhood  became  invisible  to me when I  went  far  away ? There were such a plethora of wonders to puzzle me !

  Anyway through a serpentine course   of life  now I reached  to older adulthood  in this land, far   away from the land I was born. I met here some other like -minded women of my age with whom I  was bonded together  under the canopy of  DOROT  organization  which served as  an extended family ,  to share  our stories :  through the  journey of life .Though physical vitality  has  declined, still, many of us   are able and eager to embrace philanthropic activities and thereby making life meaningful  by  nurturing the art of creativity : it is same as our  valley of spirituality.!

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