Friday, August 16, 2024

Sipra's Diary: Drollery of a Pickpocket.

 

                      ( Drama )

Title : Drollery of Pickpocket. :Time:3 to 5 minutes.                

        One-Act-Play ./. Place : Metrocity  of  Calcutta.  India./.  TIME : 1965.

          Genre:        Humour

Protagonist :          Gargi.  

Antagonist;            Pickpocket  

Other characters :  Two  friends of gargi  ,   Few college students (both girls and boys and others).

Venue :      ......    Public double-decker bus.

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The Narrator   :

Calcutta was the #1 One  overpopulated megacity of the world at the time of 1960s .  It was hard to take ride into the bus during office hours in any mid- stoppage, as the buses became full at the starting point. From 9am to10Am.   morning  and  4:30--5:30 Pm. was the peek  hours .

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 Act One          Scene  1

Gargi with two other friends came outside  of the   university gate; noticed some of their known friends taking  chat excitedly.   Someone   suggested ,"  Instead of waiting it's better for us  to   take a walk for home;  perhaps  by this time  ,we could  have reached  home safely.

Gargi.  asked  them: '  Hi, do you know how long the last bus left this stoppage?" 

They( crushing their teeth)  said in chorus voice ,"just now! Ju--st now two  overloaded buses, successively like tweens,   passed  by  us   without  halting  the stoppage ! The conductor waived  his hand   to mean he had no   other  way !". 

Gargi :"  Looking at the watch ,  it 'sjust 4 o' clock!  She thought  it shouldn't be so ,!

A man : Today there is  a  mammoth  gathering   in Esplanade  for  Election  campaign.  So some roads have been blocked ; Only two buses are available from here."

Gargi : I see .

Mallika  screamed :"voila , some bus is coming !" to  get ready she  jumped  down the road from side ways so that bus couldn't cross.

Gargi : " Lo!   you seemed to  become  a patriot , a.  crusador  for getting  the  bus !"

Just like warrior  in army they somehow boarded the bus . Another fight was waiting for Gargi ;because she hast to  drop also in the mid way .  

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Reaching to   hostel Gargi was very excited  to show her  new purse ,just bought  on the very day ,to her roommates . But she  searched and searched  inside  the  big bag ,for carrying  books and copies , but in  vain .

Roommate (Looking eagerly ) commented : A-ww.   it'sgone , now it must be owned by the wife or girlfriend of the pickpocket. 

Gargi sat sadly . She looked tired :  "you know, I bought it from the fancy  showroom of the College Street.  It attracted me from the showcase ; I entered  the shop and bought that exotic  purse   which was Quite expensive for a student . But I needed  some new to replace the old one;  ( she ,as if, justified herself for being extravagant   )  I emptied  my old shaggy purse  for that new one .Then I   Put my two library cards of the  university ,another one of the British Library ,and 3 copies of passport sized  photo into the new purse   but not a single penny was left for  the  purse !Because I spent all the money for it.

While putting the new purse   inside my side bag  safely , I imagined  proudly that it  would be 'Owner's pride and neighbour's envy" .....

Roommate  snatched the conversation:"HA-,Ha ha ""  Pride has  now crowned to somebody else's    fortune......

Other roommate added :  the thief  must shower a plethora of abusing words for you,  for not having   a single penny and  that too , a lady's purse which would be of no use for him !   You have spoiled his toilsome   risky effort  of the day !

Gargi  became irritated with this jokes .  She murmured  sadly "it was too uncommon to find the  second one !  She had  to bother for issuing  new  library cards  for having access to the library But   she was really anxious  to think of her  address  and photos which evidenced  her  personal informations;  If the pickpocket belonged  to  gang and tried  to exploit  her  ! She  heard  Calcutta  was a notorious place  for professional pick pocket  gang who are trained ( in   special institute ) under gang leader. She was worried 

It made the  roommates  also worried ,they  came near her to   console , sincerely .   

Kajol, one of the roommate ,Said ,'my uncle is chief inspector in Lal Bajar Police Station. Let me report him the fact and ask for his suggestion !

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After passing two days in tension,  Gargi got a parcel  delivered from the Post office . She opened it curiously and screamed   in surprise and joy to see her lost  new purse  !  She hurriedly pulled the chain to open all the folders and relieved  to see everything in place  But she found out an additional envelop  in one of the folder.   She  unfolded the paper which was actually a note for her :

"Hey, penny-pinching lady,  don't you feel ashamed to move with empty purse, wretched than a beggar?  I have to spend   even the postage   from my own pocket! Such a disgraceful instance in the biographical history of pickpockets  in the world !"

" Gargi commented emotionally,  

" Thank god !  honesty is not eloped   still from this earth !

Kajol  grinned and winked eyes to other roommate  to say ,

' no god  to thank at all , my friend !  It is your "photo"left inside the purse ! 

....Hmm,  what to  expect next ?” 

I am sure  very soon a love letter  from this   Roam-antique  fellow will come addressing  you :

Hello , Heart-picker [or broker/breaker ?] ,  ..........

Gargi  blew the rolled newspaper to her...

--" you mean, silly creature !'. . ..

 

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Monday, August 12, 2024

Sipra's Diary: POETRY & POLITICS

 


                                                Poetry   &  Politics.( repost)

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America is not a  land of poetry-loving culture. In the origin of its consciousness we do not have a Homer,Virgil Dante or Shakespeare to put an imprint on language itself.American myth belongs to politics and power, not to poetry.

A great civilization  yearns for a grand poetic myths sustaining vision to bond its successive generation with a sense of common heritage,  values and aspirations.

We can not see the future but we can predict that ;.. ..knowledge which separates feelings from imagination  causes most  harms and ills to   future generation, as well as modern psyche.

The history of (poety) can be unfolding parable. After the recent upheavals of  climate catastrophe, global warming and Covid 19, the global visionaries  have realized  the  importance of  simple story ,through legend and mythology ;  it dawns in their mind that it is the high time   to.  replace the  poets  play -writes  be chosen to lead the future.

The noises from 2016 to 2020 in America were multiple: some were old existing problems such as climate pollution, global warming ,ice-melting immigration issue, racism ,demographic change, apprehension about the future of election etc; in addition, some were new  issues: such  as ripple of "black lives matter"amidst the tsunami of pandemic virus of Covid-19 which shook the global plinth with fear, insecurity and morbid psychosis!  Though the problem was global but its impact for America was too grave to count on ;because 2020  was the year of presidential election. 

Election took place on the right date with exact precision and without hassle.It was surprising for me to notice the  American  mass -psychology of post election and post inauguration era ............

Has America reached the golden age of poetry? Hope,it is not lucky lottery ticket of mere emotional product or / emotional fever?

A young 22 year poetess Amanda Gorman's poem   captured the people's mind of this country; (..right time right person, right words "for climbing up on the top of hill").

As if ,neither the victory of Biden nor the defeat of Trump but the main event was a poetry contest !  Amanda Gorman surged into lime light, shadowing  the  greatest event of a democratic country! Was it more thrilling  than surprising?

2021has brought us hope after prolonged waiting: the vaccine to protect against the viral virus and also opened a new horizon simultaneously;....it is a tectonic shift of a capitalistic country  to the poetic land of elites.

Well, we must not forget  wading in the new wave , "History has its eyes on us "............

But how deep, how far ?  Let us wait and see!            Sipra Roy

Let me quote a relevant poem composed by me just after the inauguration -ceremony  :

          Challenging Time and Covid-19

We are passing through turbulent time;

Global warming ,snow melting finally Covid-19

But time marches with the seasons

In its regular pace and rhythm:

Cheerful spring gives way to

 Awesome autumn followed by warm summer;

Unkind winter waits to declare the year ending; 

But may still  continue the the uncertainty of Covid-19.


During the peek of pandemic, the new green leaves 

Of the spring cherished the message of bliss:

To regain lost courage ,hope and dream!


Human race campaigned four billion years 

With many more lethal viruses 

But didn't extinguished;(as other specie like dinosaurus)

He still reigns over the universe;

So why should we be anxious?


Time leaps over the  heaps of corpse ,

As if, passing over the bough of cherry blossoms,

Can't we get rid of worries and fears of virus ?

Chariot of time will carry us ,defying all obstacles .

                                                 Sipra Roy:

 {[sprinkles  from the pen of digitally naive writer ]}

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Tuesday, August 6, 2024

Sipra's Diary: FABLE OF A FROG : #. #. #.Trauma of the Poor Frog......

                  # Trauma Of A poor Frog.

 A young frog,  promoted from tadpole, 

 Out of the shabby pond; hated to be a frog,

As he met a beautiful butterfly 

Who  captured his heart  instantly.


He hopped to follow the beauty

Until it flew too high  to view for his ability.

He blamed rejection is due for being so ugly.

He hated to hop or rejoice  with his flock  

With chorus croaking for juvenile mating

In the first roaring, romantic rainy season!

So in lamentation, rested  his bruised butt 

In a  muddy burrow and  slept in sorrow!

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                               #2) 

 The sad frog met his love in the sweet dream

 Wiping his tears with her soft silky wings;

 Thrilled in romance he couldn't resist but to kiss;

 Alas!it went in the dark cave of his gut with the kiss!

 He woke up with hiccups ;but slept, thinking it merely  a dream.....

His reverted sticky tongue was good to prey worms, 

But glad to know that it was perilous to play romance !

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                                  #(3)

He was raging in fury  for such  injustice .

'Hey cruel creator of frog! why are you so frugal

To make me handsome and  little bit  lovable ?

Why have you given me three chambered heart,

While  I fail anybody in life to attract  ?

 Any rejection make my heart painful

  It turns me like a punctured balloon!

I want to cherish kiss, not to swallow as monster

I bear this wretched life for  six million years!

 Now Change me having sweet voice and wings !

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                                #(4) 

The frog achieved  his desired 'form'  in dream,

Went in delight to his clan who stared at  him !

''Look at me!I am your new leader, the prince with wings;

I will  marry a butterfly  to change  ugly generation to likings!"

..One of them challenged " neither avian nor an amphibian 

Tell me first who  are you, what's your name !

Prince-frog  whistled  proudly making  his clan more perplexed ! 

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                              #(5)

Coming back aggressive to confront  the creator,   

-"Oye! My wings are too fragile to carry my weight,

And whistling voice fails to convey the pals my thoughts!

Most puzzling  problem to answer what is 'my name?'

Why did you ditch me in such plethora of problems?"


-"Creature like you should be  named as"grumbletonia"!

As you hate your own body having lots of complain!

I create with utmost love this bright and beautiful world  ; 

Though I care for all but not responsible for their survival.

While you reign  even the  extinct of  dinosaurs and dragon,

Is not it amazing?  So  be happy with what you own!

                                  

The frog woke up with the  melodious croaking of his mates,

Coming out from  'trauma'  he croaked to join the flock 

To his delight he received response of  his  potential partner ! 

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