Sunday, March 26, 2023

Sipra's Diary: Col.S.K.Mazumdar....... As far as I remembered the fragments and fragrance .........(. Taken. Synopsis from his autobiography )

 



                            COL.S.K.MAZUMDAR. by Sipra Roy

 Col.S.K. Mazumdar is my cousin brother.He is the eldest son of my eldest Uncle .He is now of ninety plus ;surviving on daily dialysis and home-care nursing of Defense,  under the doctor who is his own second daughter.

His life is very interesting, full of astounding and hair raising stories. I know little of it ; Much of his life remains  invisible  like   Atlantis. in the family . He joined Indian Military Defence  (in infantry as 'Jawan') at the early age  of  17//or,18 , without the permission of parents or family .

But recently  he sent me his that part of biography which is based after joining  in the Indian Defense  as 'Jawan" in Infantry and with extra-ordinary merit  and diligence and hard-working ,was promoted to the rank of Colnel. He actively involved  in all, (-perhaps three) Peace wars, China war, East Pakistan to give birth of (=Bangladesh ),North-East Front Guerrilla war  and many more .....his life was full of wars; dedicated  for the loyalty of the country and for the family as well as extended family . 

He has sent me the hand written pdf of 135 pages of his life highlighting not only on wars , but  about the human love which is so Devine  that even in battlefield  how  it  wins over , crushing the cruelty, defeating   enmity.

These are the amazing true stories in this mundane earth about the  battlefield, not taken from the Bible page !

*Subodh got a part time job of salesman in a reputed stationary Shop of the New Market which was then known as Haq market  ( which was as prestigious as 'Harods' in London.)He  continued this job until his result of Matriculation came out . 


Subodh was a good story-teller. .During. his  vacation  he  used to come always first to my parent's house. Though I was a kid of 8/9 years yet  he, unlike other elders, shared his own experiences of war -stories seriously with the kids . We loved to hear those true stories of patriotism. He served us  those hair -raising stories piled with  lots of humor .

In his young age he was handsome, with sharp feature and tall figure ;but he looked thin in proportion to his height.  He was tired of listening from all ,"You  are  so thin; you need to take proper food and health care . 

He narrated us :

" Every night I used to steal and grab healthy items like  butter, jam jelly  biscuits ,cheese ,nuts ,  horlics etc  before closing the store at night  and within short period gained  marvelous  health improvement with those stolen stuff!"

  We kids  laughed a lot to hear this truthful confession; the team of boy-kids  enjoyed to think that  boys like 'jawan' in defense also can steal once in early life !

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Friday, March 24, 2023

Sipra's Diary:AM I Nobody? March 2023 ( "Memoir" For D-Lasting impressions....)

 


                                                                   




                                                   AM  I  NOBODY?

I have lots of projects in my mind to do; but at the end of day I am frustrated to see the barren land of my creativity : spread as  an arid desert  with cactus ! ..  Writing gives me joy; but my comfortable  'used-to -relationship' with pen and papers has been tragically swapped by new interest with computer . 

 Sometime fantastic ideas pop up in me during  the time of taking morning walk or shower,.. cutting vegetables etc ; I wanted to caged them ,framed them ! But as I  feel a tug of war  between contradictory thoughts in the mind to decide where to write: in traditional pen and paper or in internet, the ideas become either fugitive or lost;  because ideas have the speed of pegasus while hand moves  on keyboard  as slow as a snail. 

When I started to writing blog in the Google to improve my "typing" speed,  I wrote them for my own pleasure . I joined some creative writing class where many more were published authors; they displayed their newly published books with hard bindings and attractive cover . I became quite impressed but at the same time turned myself into  fire flies; I started spending much time to learn computer than to practice writing .

I began to take free computer classes in senior center and  nearby library. But most of the seniors were interested  in social media ,games ,photoshop, e-mail writing and not Microsoft words . The instructor was much busy with them. So I didn't learn  Microsoft properly . In the trial and error practice of "Online Submission "  I lost several pieces of my writing .   I applied  in several  small  publishing houses as an assistant editor //or  a  freelance writer /,  but  get  no response. I tried to   calm and. console myself.....................

It came into  my mind  that   any famous writer as 'new' begins his /her journey as  unknown ;  Perhaps  Emily Dickinson  wrote a  poem which  (became famous and a niche later on )   in her early period of poetic journey ; 

          "Who are you? .....are you nobody, too?"

 YES! .......I am nobody ;...........

 but I want to be somebody.

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Friday, March 17, 2023

Sipra's Diary : March. ,2023 BROKEN. HEART . (M) (Hamilton read)". Modified

                      Broken Heart  

Starting from the youth to the end of life,

All thirsty hearts wait to be pierced 

With some sugarcoated arrow in the heart .

Life  has no charm without romance; 

It is better to be wounded and ooze, 

Rather than a barren  life  to chose.

Oozing heart caused by failure love 

Inscribes in blood long-lasting  

love - lyric  and melodious music 

That lingers long to  inspire  sensitive spirit.

An arrow piercing the the red heart

Symbolizes the vibrant juvenile love  

But random display of  Valentines' cards

Makes the image funny, naive and ridiculous!

But how heart can be broken ?

Is it of glass,  metal, or plastic?

It is a lump: soft and sensitive .

Is the 'broken heart' an utter literary fallacy?

Or a metaphor of intense emotion,

Popularly known as  depression.!

                                     

                                     Bio

Sipra Roy : born & brought up in India ; Came in New York couple of  years ago. 

The theme of the poem focuses on the show-off or the plight of 'True' love: which is  gasping  under the piles of displaying cards;  it   prompted me to compose this poem .

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