Sipra's Diary: ../3-3-16( RE> "KIDNAPPED".(. Memoir)

                                                        KIDNAPPED   (...memoir )

I went Dumdum airport with my parent to receive my brother when I was only 6-years old.  My parent left  the view-lounge to receive my brother. Instead of following them, I stayed and slipped  in front of the railing in the thick crowd ,lost  myself watching  in wonder the  landing of the flights with red,yellow, green blinking lights  from the sky.

Suddenly I felt    somebody caught my hair tightly from the back and dragged to the ground floor while I flooded the  whole stair-way pissing in fear. Chilled with fright I thought I was being kidnapped. As I was able to turn  my head, I saw the kidnapper was none but my own father!

                                                     
         Parent who were so much worried  of loosing me ,not finding me in and around,  behaved like that in rage and anxiety,as soon as he found me!Anxiety   and anger made my dad such crazy! Any how I was relieved of fear for not being actually kidnapped!   . But felt embarrassed  looking back the   trailing stream of pee  in the stair-way.Thank  god  none slipped before I left the place!!

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Sipra's Diary : ( Re) ZEST & ZEAL OF ENTRAPRENEURSHIP

 

Saturday, March 16, 2019

Sipra's Diary :Zest and zeal of entrapreneurship.

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'Writing 'is  my best vacation 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 neighborhoods  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 :: Courage of the Sea

 

          

            Courage Of The Sea -----Sea Gypsies

Have you ever heard of sea-gypsies?

    Yesterday I was thrilled  to watching the  skill of a tribe  known as sea-gypsies.in T.V.channel.
They live in the Surin Island of Thailand in huts , roofed with leaves and branches,  erected on four poles ,high from the ground.They live very close to the sea-shore.They lived on fishing It is amazing to watch  how  both flocks of fish and human kids(aged between 7/8 to 12/15) moving under deep water in the same way.They are completely nude.Each of them ,with long spear in their hand dive deep into the sea chasing the fish reaches even  the sea -bed in a twinkle of  an eye and comes up the shore with successful hunt.They look like fish with divided tails. which are tactually their legs. No other device but  a long spear made of wood ,perhaps made by themselves.

     They were almost unknown until the Tsunami of 2004 which extinct their population  remaining  230  only.  After  the tsunami,the tribe is getting food ,clothes ,education under the  Thai government care.
"Sea-gypsies" culture language and SKILL are changing through modernisation  -&-education.

       The old generation are sad that their specie will be lost.Their land is now reserved for commercial use of fish-industry.

      I think,the extraordinary skill and experience of this tribe was a great live-resource  of profound knowledge  for the university of Oceanology  These sea-gypsies were no less than any doctorate, though illiterate.
Instead of  grinding them  into"factory-product" of typical School Education,   their  incredible   talent should be  honored and valued in better way. 

Same fate was to Phi-Phi island in Thiland  near the the Andaman sea.

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Sipra's Diary : ( Re). Enigma Of The Financial World

 

 

Monday, October 21, 2019

Sipra's Diary : Enigma of the Financial world.

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       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 color 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 neighborhood borrowed money from householder they worked,  for making houses on the land got  free of cost from the government in the outskirt of the megacity.........

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

                   

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Sipra's Diary: Birthday Celebration in BAHAMA.

 

Ba, Bah,  BAH-AMA!  

We were invited by my daughter's friend who celebrated her B-day. in Bahama  island.  It was a party of twenty .We spend there five gala days. First day for  the city tour by  fancy bus , second day  boat journey on the ocean; the young folk enjoyed  fun in snorkeling & playing  golf on  the beach & taking lunch in  a restaurant of island. I picked some shells which I left in the  balcony of the hotel by mistake .On the third day grand celebration of birthday party in an  Indian restaurent;  food along  with drinks-dance-music!was awesome.

People of Bahama are  nice, warm -hearted and tourists-friendly. 

It seemed my room on the hotel was hanging on the ocean! I enjoyed ocean view all the time.Here color of the ocean is very different from others . Weather was nice.All the hotels were full of tourists who came on spring  break.There were two/three swimming  pools.We enjoyed the water glide on tube .Whole day the pools & beach were crowded with merry-making  people. 

I felt water still little cool for me . So I enjoyed from my balcony the  elaborate,  massive bikini cum butt-show:  bony butt, fleshy butt ,        t big butt like tea-tray of all ages:  butty-Bahama !

Most bikinis are made of more scanty cloth than they  used to be ;  Some bikinis are like dental  floss  between two halves..............    

whereas the men folk were in normal swimming dress.Because they haven't any extra flesh on chest or butt .

I wish the bikini 'designers' & their marketeers  to be guillotined by constitutional law!

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Sipra's Diary : JAN2, 2020,BACK TO New York.

 

Sunday, February 2, 2020

Sipra,s Diary: JAN 2, 2020,Back To New York

                                                    
                                                    Back to New York from Calcutta


It was Jan2nd Our flight touched the land of JFK, NewYork at dawn-,5:30 .After the security check

and  luggage-collection we took Uber at 6:A.M .....Outside was still dark .....

Each and every dawn and  evening  are always special  and auspicious to me; So,on the way to my

apartment the calm and quite morning  with the touch of the soft mild glow of the sun revealing the

sleeping city carefully  just like a doting mother to her beloved baby,  offered a visual buffet to me !

 This revealing of day from the dark appeals to me as the very  First  Dawn of the  Planet Earth with


 her magnificent beauty of Nature as well as man-made  sky scraper, high-rise half dark buildings

 with blinking windows, opening her  dreamy eyes to drink her own beauty and flushing red  in

romance like a new bride, as the rising sun, her first love openly embracing and kissing her ....
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The cab was running parallel by the river Hudson; People of the city are still in slumber; Even the

 river Hudson was lying still under the quilt of fog .

I reached my apartment with the feeling of a wandering bird coming back with empty stomach in its

own nest. "

"Empty " stomach --- because I don't get any psychological nutrition of my expectation while

staying in India for last couple of years. I  made plan  to do something before going but most of them

remained unfulfilled. I wished to visit some  close aged relatives  staying scattered in the metro

city I was born and accomplished higher studies but I could not go alone..The city with new costume

is difficult for me to go here and there: Old roads with new names and new fly-overs hiding the

known roads banished me in confusion To my delight ,I saw some buses ,protecting their identity

still  run with  old numbers to old destination. Whether shabby-looking shops or buses with old  

 names, became animate to me: very much  vibrant ; they glanced at me ,  "hmm You !you look

somewhat familiar, are you-"?


  I remember-   T-2  International Airport in Mumbai is  really huge and a baroque piece of art and

grandiose. The executive lounge is more luxurious than the Persian Palace ..........Let  the caption

"India  is rising" float or swing and let me basking on that picture. It is true,the economic condition of

people as a whole has suddenly improved. We have to seek now poor people to donate our old

clothes or left over food.  Even up to 2007 this airport looked like a den :dirty, smelly and reigned by

mosquitoes.I could not sit in the lounge: I left as soon as my son with newly wedded wife entered the

for check -in- luggage  section..

..Our flight was at  12:45 AM from T-2 terminus. So after couple of

hours watching on the map root of our flight I fell asleep  almost twelve hours.


We reached  at 5;30  in JFK airport of New York ;I felt not only sad but shame for  the  unadorned            
basic  look of  the  New York airport which is  globally supposed to be the best.    JFK airport,

the most glorified  global place looked so ordinary compared to yesterday's T-2 airport of

Mumbai! As if, I landed from the  bright heaven to the  muddy earth . All around the crowd of

passengers were mostly Asians and miscellaneous . Had  this  dream -land of the  world  really

  turned into a  common place open for anyone to enter in?


I remembered the story of "Happy Prince " [[of Oscar Wilde]]  who was bereft of all royal grandeur

 with the help of a little swallow who took shelter under the feet of prince's' statue, gave away all his

jewels from his body, one by one, even the gem from his eyes, to remove  tear and poverty of all the  needy    people of his city.

What was the ultimate result?

 When  the city aldermen saw   the bare and ugly  iron statue of the Prince ,they ordered  the statue  

 to be   thrown  away from the lofty pedestal to replace by another new piece of art which would

glorify the city.

    Is it desirable  that the  fate of New York city -cum-United States of America to become   like

that of the fabled story of the HAPPY PRINCE ? I remembered couple of years ago President Trump

once lamented about the NY JFK airport that it seemed, as if, he landed in some third world country

compared to Beirut or Beijing airport. Trump as president might be novice ,and aberrant in speech

or  behavior; but as an  American, no doubt,   he loves the country deeply .  Otherwise , he

would not have felt that type of  pinch.  Only unflinching love can stir up  similar

feeling from the heart;though this type of love is considered as  narrow and selfish  from idealistic

point of view.

                             Did any president of US ever had such feeling or comment before? ....Might be

with Lincoln or Hamilton, or..

Sipra's Diary : (Re) Journalism &. Journalists!!

 

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Urmila's Letter :: Tadpole or Chameleon

          





The position of journalism in a democracy is almost as powerful as a nuclear bomb; but not so....  for the journalists. Their position is precarious. After all, it is a job, a career for them; they wish to marry and maintain family-like other and not to be martyrs like freedom fighters.
But they need to act like that of a 'vocal hero' with a digital pen which is mightier than the sword' throughout the career- life: double role! A double-coloured balloon pumped with (questionable!) patriotism. In one hand they project themselves as a supporter of social welfare to cajole and coax the public sentiment. Because people are the King-maker in democracy; so the axis of journalists is tilted towards the mass . And Government also holds silent support to the social media to fuel the people's sentiment by criticizing government's act at random so that people,s steam of anger is vaporized by them through the 'rights' to express free opinions. Freedom to criticize the ruling party is a great catharsis for the people to keep the political atmosphere cool down. So media acts as a cooling conductor between the public and the ruling party to protect the government from unwanted rebel and fury of the mass.

 So the status of journalists in a democratic state is to remain either as chameleons or tadpoles in water but near the land; tadpoles look like a school of small fish or baby snake; journalists need to please both: the public and government..Like tadpoles sometimes need to kiss the frog or snake or dive underwater like fish, depending on the situation. They need public support for their sustenance but for the survival?.. They need the favour of the ruling party; they encourage the thief to steal in one hand and warn the householder to be alert on the other hand. But never forget to maintain an under-current connection with the ruling power, the oxygen supplier.
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