BIRD"S CAGE
The happy blue bird from the tree,
Sings for the green one, "come with me
To fly free in the open sky.
Once you embrace liberty
Will forget the bondage with this cage;
Forever, forever! we are fortunate
To build happy home in Nature!
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HOME-(1)
Primarily home is a place where we take refuge safely ,peacefully; .Love, caring and sharing among the members of family are the basic components that turns a house to sweet home: The age -old adage "home is where the heart is " has become a cliche.
To me, it is neither the beauty of nature with wonderful environment nor a baroque marvelous piece of mansion decorated with expensive furniture and most sophisticated gadgets; but the loving relationship between the members and interdependency to each other constitute the bond of family, the plinth of the family who come to live together in a dwelling place called 'home'; home brings the desired joy, peace and security to everybody of the family who belong to..Home does not refer to structure of some concrete building; it is more personal or emotional refuge; even it can be something abstract. (a place in my mind). Home is an abode of peace and security. just as bird who come back at the end of day to its nest for safety, security and peace.
My father had transferable job in Indian Railway. So I moved with parents from small two bedroom Railway quarter to big bunglows. with outhouses which were almost near to where I spent my early life. I, even, did not know the difference between "home" and the houses my father owned during his service time until his retirement. I consider all of them equally as my home .
After marriage I moved with my husband from smaller bachelor's house to bigger officers' bungalows, cherishing the same feeling. But, by the time I was then aware of the difference between home and houses.. I never felt that those are property of company. My children never scratched the wall with pen or colored pencil unlike most of my friends' houses I noticed the wall marked dirty with alphabets ABCD and drawings. If asked ,they often shrugged shoulder to say reluctantly,"it is after all company's house, let our kids enjoy.'
My husband was the first one of his batch to build and shift to his own house . I was sad to leave the luxurious company's bungalow and the neighborhood which became as my extended family. On the final day of shifting ,tears rolled down my cheeks ,surrounded by neighbours who came to say 'bye'. They consoled me "you are the lucky one among us to have your own house . Cheer up ! See, your husband looks sad to see you crying. give him a smile! We all will go in your house warming and stay overnight.' They wiped my eyes.
As my husband passed away suddenly with cerebral attack, and I was ill ,my daughter brought me here with her posting in New York. Not only family and home but uprooted from own country , own land ,it was quite challenging for me, and for any woman of sixty plus,to replant in a new land with different culture, rituals.
From early life I was an arduous lover of academic life and interested in art and creativity.Soul finds its own community, so I did .
Now I don't feel disconnected; I attend different religious retreat, poetry class, memoir writing ,Art, music drama. I don't feel lonely Even in pandemic. I feel sad for others who have lost their near and dear ones ;also for immense loss of lives ,loss of jobs, loss of confidence but not for myself ; I am not burdened by the shadow of engulfing fear, and confusion of the future.There is no doubt that this pandemic will create a revolutionary change . Let us hope positive. Every creation comes after destruction.
A new global society will emerge out of the chaos of pandemic .
Part (2). What do you mean by "home"?
Mother nature provided shelter to our ancestors in mountain caves forests and trees which might be named as primitive homes. They
lived decades after decades as long as they were hunters and gatherers
As they learnt farming ,they had to wait in one place for getting crops. They built huts with log or mud to stay; Change to agricultural life from nomadic life was the first step of civilization.It continued a long time.
When agricultural life reached Industrial Age , civilization ran in galloping step with booming scientific innovations like steam engine, airplane, electricity, radio, printing press, telephone , cars ,TV, refrigerator .Importance of machine captures a lion share in human life as it brought more comfort ,more luxury.
From forest and caves dwelling, tribal life upgraded to sky-scrapper multi-storied metropolis via villages, towns , cities and metro-cities. Perhaps the "divine dissatisfaction"in human nature pushed him to achieve more and more without limit.
With immense intellectual power , innovations, now in its pinnacle, captured the digital world.
After achieving dream house ,car ,wealth , everything still remains some empty spaces in human mind : craving for 'what is not"!
...What is that?
FREEDOM. Freedom from bondings ; freedom from all the mundane achievements ! An eternal human wish to fly like a bird in the open sky!
Nothing is comparable to freedom , ofcourse, with physical fitness.
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Part (3)
BIRD"S CAGE
The happy blue bird from the tree,
Sings for the green one, "come with me
To fly free in the open sky.
Once you embrace liberty
Will forget the bondage with this cage;
Forever, forever! we are fortunate
To build happy home in Nature!
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" Home: "What do you mean by HOME". Part(1)
Primarily home is a place where we take refuge safely ,peacefully; .Love, caring and sharing among the members of family are the basic components that turns a house to sweet home: The age -old adage "home is where the heart is " has become a cliche.
To me, it is neither the beauty of nature with wonderful environment nor a baroque marvelous piece of mansion decorated with expensive furniture and most sophisticated gadgets; but the loving relationship between the members and interdependency to each other constitute the bond of family, the plinth of the family who come to live together in a dwelling place called 'home'; home brings the desired joy, peace and security to everybody of the family who belong to..Home does not refer to structure of some concrete building; it is more personal or emotional refuge; even it can be something abstract. (a place in my mind)
My father had transferable job in Indian Railway. So I moved with parents from small two bedroom Railway quarter to big bunglows. with outhouses which were almost near to where I spent my early life. I, even, did not know the difference between "home" and the houses my father owned during his service time until his retirement. I consider all of them equally as my home .
After marriage I moved with my husband from smaller bachelor's house to bigger officers' bungalows, cherishing the same feeling. But, by the time I was then aware of the difference between home and houses.. I never felt that those are property of company. My children never scratched the wall with pen or colored pencil unlike most of my friends' houses I noticed the wall marked dirty with alphabets ABCD and drawings. If asked ,they often shrugged shoulder to say reluctantly,"it is after all company's house, let our kids enjoy.'
My husband was the first one of his batch to build and shift to his own house . I was sad to leave the luxurious company's bungalow and the neighborhood which became as my extended family. On the final day of shifting ,tears rolled down my cheeks ,surrounded by neighbours who came to say 'bye'. They consoled me "you are the lucky one among us to have your own house . Cheer up ! See, your husband looks sad to see you crying. give him a smile! We all will go in your house warming and stay overnight.' They wiped my eyes.
As my husband passed away suddenly with cerebral attack, and I was ill ,my daughter brought me here with her posting in New York. Not only family and home but uprooted from own country , own land ,it was quite challenging for me, and for any woman of sixty plus,to replant in a new land with different culture, rituals.
From early life I was an arduous lover of academic life and interested in art and creativity.Soul finds its own community, so I did .
Now I don't feel disconnected; I attend different religious retreat, poetry class, memoir writing ,Art, music drama. I don't feel lonely .Even in pandemic. I feel sad for others who have lost their near and dear ones ;also for immense loss of lives ,loss of jobs, loss of confidence but not for myself ; I am not burdened by the shadow of engulfing fear, and confusion of the future.There is no doubt that this pandemic will create a revolutionary change . Let us hope positive. Every creation comes after destruction.
A new global society will emerge out of the chaos of pandemic .
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Part (2). What do you mean by "home"?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mother nature provided shelter to our ancestors in mountain caves ,forests and trees which might be named as primitive homes. They lived decades after decades as long as they were hunters and gatherers ;
As they learnt farming ,they had to wait in one place for getting crops. They built huts with log or mud to stay; Change to agricultural life from nomadic life was the first step of civilization.It continued a long time.
When agricultural life reached Industrial Age , civilization ran in galloping step with booming scientific innovations like steam engine, airplane, electricity, radio, printing press, telephone , cars ,TV, refrigerator .Importance of machine captures a lion share in human life as it brought more comfort ,more luxury.
From forest and caves dwelling, tribal life upgraded to sky-scrapper multi-storied metropolis via villages, towns , cities and metro-cities. Perhaps the "divine dissatisfaction"in human nature pushed him to achieve more and more without limit.
With immense intellectual power , innovations, now in its pinnacle, captured the digital world.
After achieving dream house ,car ,wealth , everything still remains some empty spaces in human mind : craving for 'what is not"!
...What is that?
FREEDOM. Freedom from bondings ; freedom from all the mundane achievements ! An eternal human wish to fly like a bird in the open sky!
Embarrassing moment : Sipra Roy.
It was an old abandoned double storied house,
Where I went as a participant in classical music contest
I was number six out of nine candidates
All of us waited sitting on the carpet spread on the ground.
One by one was called by name to present their talent
To the enlightened examiners to an adjacent closed- door room.!
I was memorizing the tough 'tunes 'with closed eyes and palpitation
As next one was my turn to appear before them;
Suddenly noisy commotion of thumping and running feet
Through stairs, Sound of conch from neighborhood
Along with screaming voice "Earthquack!"chilled my bone;
I saw me sitting alone while others were rushing down.
My cramped leg, numbed feet due to prolonged
Sedentary position made me lifeless statue
An excited volunteer screamed at me,"move and run"!
My choked voice made me dumb in fear
As a chunk dropped from the roof-top spreading cement powder!
I threw only a helpless vacant look around the empty room!
The volunteer picked me in sedentary pose to his lap
And came down swiftly in the open courtyard among others.
Finding myself like a baby on the stranger's lap embracing his neck,
And Some anxious leaning faces encircling me who commented:
'Is she fainted?"
Shaking dirt I stood up on the floor, feeling quite embarrassed!
By the time earthquake stopped., luckily nobody fatally injured.!
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I wrote a poem. (1)" Crack -in-jar "
( 2). Creative Force .
(3). Outburst. of Pain. .
I was browsing. my Treasure-box of Google Blog "Debut 2015'. I do it to. edit and check whether anything is lost . The above poems are almost of the same theme, but written in different time ; Only Some of the Lines, languages are little different. .
Now I brought them under same canopy of "SIBLING". poems.
I have no proof to establish the truth or validity of my thoughts .
All the sibling poems were spurred from Rumi's who inspired me , to write "CRACK-IN-THE -JAR". Likewise, I wrote. also
some more "Sibling Poems on SILENCE like :"Spirit OF SILENCE". ; BLISS. OF SOLITUDE' .
.......Some of my thoughts are very unique. But I seldom expressed them public . Because they erupted from my own brain or heart or mind ; They are not of research-based -product . .
I wonder to think that how those profound facts of cosmos visually appeared in me like vivid images ! Perhaps those profound paradoxes were buried in the chthonic level of spiritual ground as seeds. and came out from the Atlantis of soul. ; I am not sure whether they are truth or mere myth .. Because our real understanding is a creative mixture of certainty and unknowing. But I am proud of my heritage , of my pious parent from whom I owe this spirituality, unconsciously. I wish to sweep over the layers of my psychic fog and open my natural alchemy of personal transformation ;
....true personal strength. doesn't need any superior intelligence but courage and earnest willingness to reveal, and divulge. .
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Commentary of the poem : WHY! )+ [about literature….
Words 472 //page 2
Autobiography or Memoir is written on the basis of one’s ability to collect memories, as one needs to retain or mark the past events and images.
We passed through variety of experiences and covering the whole gamut of emotions in life: Joys and sorrows, love and hate, loss and gain.
I take part in several memoir classes of seniors. We share our stories with one another in memoir classes. The focus of most seniors highlight the negative side of life: Such as disease(like cancer),death of beloved near and dear one, neglected and tortured childhood, painful delivery of baby or loss of baby, unhappy marriage ending in divorce, victim of rape, racism, survival of holocaust and so on. These are really hard part of life which is too painful to forget. But isn’t life something more?
Why fun, humor, at least experience of occasional stupidity that are experienced in everyday life are so rare to share with the readers to make them laugh? Bright side of life remain often shadowed in most memoirs.
Chirle Chaplin once said,” A day without laughter is a day wasted; laughter is the tonic, a relief from pain. “
Really, life is a tragedy when seen in close up, but become comedy in long shot; So better to view life not through microscope, but telescope. Memoir is a kind of psychotherapy. Sad moments loose the edginess through catharsis; it becomes metamorphosis in the process of long gap of time !
In my perception literature is turning to be feminine in gender; female contribution in poetry, fiction, children’s book, and specially cook books and memoirs is greater/ larger than that of the counter gender. From the latest trend it seems to me that library and bookstores will be flooded with cook-books and memoirs(of the female), except academic books for the schools and colleges.
Is it the future of our literature?
It is global pride for the greater participation of women due to the development of girls’ education.. But there should be balance in every field.‘Law of diminishing returns’ in Economics is not desirable in literature at all.
Then what causes this imbalance or discrepancy?
Is it that interest of male is declining in literature? Or, piles of cookbooks and personal memoirs are occupying/ (invading!) the intellectual field? In the battle of quality Vs quantity, the quantitative progress should be controlled; so that it does not supercede Quality.
It doesn’t indicate the uprising of literature.
Under the mercy and blessing of internet, number of writers are growing more than that of readers. In this age of Podcast, Instagram, spotify etc. people have neither time nor interest to read lengthy pieces .
Literature is same as the Garden of Eden; Whom to pray to save it from being occupied by weeds and parasites? To Athena or to Minerva? or Saraswati or to surrender at the alter of AI or ChatGpt?
Sipra's diary: Aug 11,2021…….literature & Democracy.
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It is a cloudy afternoon ; I left the balcony with my tea-cup as frequent sound of thunder and lightning drove me to enter inside the room or better to say, into my inner-space with back gear to memory lane..... .but with whom to share ? This generation is busy with the I-phone ;don't like to hear stories from previous generation.
Internet opens the broad heart and unlimited empty space and freedom to drive with or without 'driving license'; sometimes I become worried to think that destiny of literature may plunge /or plummet in near future into some prairie land , [if not to desert] where abundant grass will grow to feed the herbivores.
Democracy in literature!..and now literature becoming 'Feminine' in gender and nature :
'For the women , By the women, Of the women '.. Recently field of literature is mushroomed mostly with lots of culinary books and memoirs;
.... and golden passport for plagiarism...
Lots of projects in my head gasping ; perhaps they jammed the traffic near signal ;
but why am I feeling empty? As if nothing to do ! let me wait for the signal light ....
...Some " vibrant characters of once upon a time from my old unfinished fiction are lying on the floor, uncared ; I threw a cryptic glance to them;.... hope they are not dead , only in deep slumber !
Or let me think to start with something new and fresh .
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