Friday, May 30, 2025

Sipra's Diary: POEM>. "Let It Be"...

 

"Let It BE "


Hey, John Lennon,

  Did you sing ?

Or, yell from your labyrinth,

Tearing heart's string?

What an irony!


 When last hope is  lost 

 In some blackhole beyond control,

Did you  burst out crying  in agony

 That  flows around in melody "Let it be '!

Or, was it self-sabotaging  symphony.?

          (2 )

It is easy to sail 

The lifeboat with the wind; 

Only the cowards give in 

To feign "let it be"!


The brave like Buddha Jesus or socrates 

Struggled hard to sail forward 

They never surrendered 

Indulging in the thought of ,"let it be "!

               (3).  

'Let it be "means to give in

 Surrendering  to situation

That reined me to drive 

In my own way!


So  for the coward and escapists

leaves  no way but to 

Feign ,"Let it be"!'let it be''!

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Thursday, May 29, 2025

Sipra's Diary:......... MEMOIR...[ PROJECT HAMILTON ]

 






"Life know not what thou art!"
"Why are we always so apart from each other?
Head and heart never aligned;

 Always in a tug-of-war;

When you are ready to take me where once I desired,
My mind, by the time, shifted elsewhere!...........

Some morning I woke up joyfully, with a light heart. I plan to do this and that. It seems something will happen, But very often the day ends in the halfway with dampened mood. I ask myself what was my expectation? What did I fail to achieve? Apparently, the value of success or failure of my own has declined. But actually, it is not true. I feel it when I am affected by small success or failure.

"  Life! know not what thou art!"..............

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Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Sipra's Diary: Winston. Churchill.

 

                                                                  W. CHURCHILL     

Churchill was a great statesman and political hero of United Kingdom.  He became Prime minister  during the reign of Queen Elizabeth-11 .But before taking the career of politician   he was assigned as a journalist ,the beginning of  writing career . He wrote novel and his autobiography. He loved music. The idea of   gramophone company ' His Master Voice'  with the logo of dog  was his contribution. 

He was a great painter also . Churchill embraced all the creativity to safeguard himself from depression.   This softer corner  of his character remained mostly unknown to many of us. His image has been focussed as a Great war loving  diplomat .

He had great friendship with the then President Roosevelt of America.They used to talk  in phone  almost every morning at the  time  of  breakfast.  Involvement of America in the World war second was  considered  to  be resulted out of mutual friendship between the two heads: Churchill and President Roosevelt.

Churchill was famous for taking  pretty long time in the bathroom for shower.  During this time  he used to  take all the emergency phone  calls , give instructions to his secretary who used to take notes by standing outside the door of bathroom  to read newspaper ; In short ,half of the  morning  job of office was  being  processed   while he was in the bath tub,                 (in his birth-day suit), under  shower. 

There was a funny story.  Once President Roosevelt came to London in Churchill's house  for political issue   during   second World  War Time. One day it happened ,  Roosevelt was so much excited to  share  some news with  Churchill   (.   (during. the second world war ),  that he rushed into  his  bathroom   with news paper.    Both became embarrassed ;  

 To cover up  Churchill  said   "now you see,  nothing remained SECRET between UK and  America!!"

They often joked by Quoting  this embarrassing moment.

 Sometimes there were video-shows scheduled in the  routine  of Columbia university;  Vidio  of those who happened to be  great leader in their. future life .Some more anecdotes about Churchill were referred.

Once Churchill was very much impressed with  the acting of "Othello" played by an award winning artist .After the show Churchill  congratulated the artist who invited him for dinner  next day in a reputed restaurant .

While the star (I forget the name) was discussing with some Italian producer about the financial agreement in the lounge for his next film contact ,Churchill  reached the restaurant.  It was tough for the producer to accept the high demand of the star.  As Churchill entered the lounge , he waved his hand  with broad smile to the star from the doorway and the star also reciprocated.  The producer immediately granted  the wish of the star and  assigned the  agreement contact ; and  departed joyfully.

 The star said  with excitement to Churchill that the producer was so much stunned to notice you waving hands to me   from the entrance, that   he signed my contact at once without wasting time !  He exclaimed gleefully, "You are my lucky tarot card!"

Churchill :"Really!" 

'Then next time  I will give you a 'hug' before signing a contact so that you can demand  double than you deserved !"

They  both began to laugh ,with foamy  peg in hand.

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Tuesday, May 27, 2025

Sipra's Diary: "HUKKI-HUA................."

 


Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Sipra's Diary : " Hukki-Hua "

                                                          "Hukki-Hua..."

 Philosophical definition of    ' human' is = animality plus humanity.It means animality i.e  some animal symptom is inherent in human.

The fox howls four times  at  every quarter of night. First the leader starts" hukki hua--" ;then  its team join in chorus .Their bodies  are biologically orchestrated  to  do so. Because they do it throughout the year, and not seasonal , so it is sure  that it is not for 'mating '.

 May be they have different groups;   they are territorial. So Every leader of the group  protects their own area for food hunting by giving alarming call to others. "look,we are alert and awake ,don't dare to invade!'.......

  Anyway we ,the human specie dedicatedly follow that 'hukki-hua'  symptom in the matter of media and public news  propaganda; starting from the last  long period the orchestrated  noise was continuously going on as background music for : global warming, ice-melting environmental pollution . Then the bombard bursting of   unprecedented financial crash in 2008 became louder to bear and subside the previous one less audible ,though  not erased. 

But the  blow of covid -19 swept over all those  existing previous shouts of hukki Hua, under .the mini tsunami of : panic fear and  uncertainty of fragile future. 

But "time and tide never stops ". Another wave of police brutality dug the painful past of 200 years back into the  land of memory of racial  inequality and injustice; the inhuman way of killing an African American  under the pressure of  knee, as if, proposing for marriage with diamond ring  in a novel style of kneeling , but with hands  unusually tucked in pockets! 

This  instigated mass fury and it woke up  genie  of mass agitation  taking the living  form of :        "BLACK  LIVES    MATTER"  And last but not least ,along all these chaos ,confusion, and complexities, the most important event of suspense of wizard democracy:the Election of 2020!   

who will win: Republican or democrats /Democrats  or republican?

 Head or Tail ! Toss and tell:


         ' hukki -hua'.......'.hukki-hua'.........aa

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Sunday, May 25, 2025

 

Sipra's Diary: (Print) .(Fragments of memoir)new Gramophone


 

                     GRAMOPHONE-Episode                           :    Sipra Roy

Both of my parent came from pretty wealthy family but they themselves spent in financial crisis throughout their life since I became aware of financial condition. 

My father had good job  in RailwayThey suffered   financially. because my father took extra responsibility of the whole family  not under compulsion but  by voluntary will  and being   offspring of wealthy family they had the habit of spending  liberally, often out of budget  .

My father was foodie. himself.  He   also  loved to give treat  occasionally  to people .So far I remember   besides the large number of members,   lots of guests used to come our house. For a long time I even ,didn't know that they are not any of our relatives having blood relation!.... 

 My father was a great connoisseur  of music, He  himself was  also a  good  musician.  We have gramophone . My father used to invite guests whenever new records were bought. It was like a function at home ;music- loving people used to come ;enjoyed the music with snacks ;we the kids played around the events. Generally we were inside the house before evening ; it was great to see and play with friends in the  late evening!many a  time I saw myself sleeping on the 'galicha' near the silent gramophone  among my father and  remaining 2/3 persons. 

I heard from my father  later , rather to say, the story of  his lamentation,  thus :

In 1930 he got his third posting in Modhupur railway,  a cute  salubrious town of Bihar. The Upper class people, chiefly from Calcutta crowded here every year  as tourists for weather and as a  health- resort . The railway neighborhood resembled a piece of wealthy village -town of London  and occupied  mostly  by the white British people . London-based  record company HMV( His Masters Voice )wished to  pitch  in British-owned Calcutta.  Fred Gaisberg, assistant of the inventor Emily Berliner along with William Barry Owen  came   on a mission to capture Indian Music. The first recording Studio Company was founded in DumDum of Calcutta; the very first Record  company in South East Asia. Some big shot  officer of the company used to come as tourist in Modhupur and came to be close friend to my father Some more renowned persons( who came as tourists ) happened to be close friends to my father. My father arranged musical program in Railway Recreation Club, which had  really gorgeous auditorium. Famous artists like GauherJan Bibi , Juthica Devi,  Beena Devi etc ,used to come and perform. My father also sang as local artist in the function . 

Either William Barry /or some other powerful  officer of the company requested my father to record his music. they  were some (classical based) religious song;"Modhubanme Radhika "//  "Mere To girdhari Gopal".My father was blown away in joy; he informed my grand father cheerfully that he needed to go   Calcutta for one /two days for recording .My grandfather burst out in anger and gave him warning not to keep any contact with the Company   who recorded  the  voice of the women who were socially degraded /outskirt.                                My  father became extremely  sad  as his dream of recorded artist was nip-in-the bud   but he obeyed my grandfather.  In1930s    there was neither name nor fame  of HMV.  He didn't record but he enjoyed in practicing music  regularly  in the morning and evening prayer  up to his last stage of life!

By the way, I saw once Beena  Devi in her old age taking chat with my father after the function was over. She was  very fashionable. and beautiful, even in her old age ! Her religious songs  were heard often in the morning program    in  All India Radio, Kolkata. 

 

***'Gramophone 'was a great wonder to me. I had no idea about the science of this music-machine . The sound of music from a super-shiny wooden box without the presence of any person was utterly mysterious to me !

Out of immense curiosity I asked  some of the elders  how and wherefrom the  music was pouring ?

He/she answered seriously that a little fairy/angel  was there who  performed.

I asked,"I never saw anybody;  please let me see her/him once ! how do they managed to enter inside this  small  box and how were they  able to get out?"

"They are tiny and invisible !"  I believed that lie for long time .

"What they eat when they are  hungry?"I asked. 

" Hey  crazy baby!   Fairies are never hungry ;they live on nectar which is needed only once in a year!

I asked my sister whether it could be true.  My elder sister also convinced me so!

But I always stayed nearby the gramophone . I blocked my  cryptic eyes with palm ,waiting  with a hope if the mystic fairy slipped to be  invisible someday by mistake  and caught  hold  into my sight ! But at last, I always fell into slumber in sheer despair.

                                      

Saturday, May 24, 2025

Sipra 's Diary: Birth-Day celebrated in : "MALTA". Island

 

We reached in Malta on 17th May . This tour was a gift from my daughter to celebrate my B'day on 20th May!

Malta was most favorite  place of queen Elizabeth. I had no idea that it is such an old island with a history of 5, 900BCE!It is an island in Mediterranean ocean with nice weather! Everywhere I went to visit, was crowded with (mostly white)  merry-making-tourists. 

Malta has been inhabited since around 5900 BC, with the first settlers believed to have come from various regions of Europe and Africa. The islands are home to some of the oldest free-standing structures in the world, including the Megalithic Temples, which date back to around 3600 BC. These temples, such as Ħaġar Qim and Mnajdra, are UNESCO World Heritage Sites and reflect the advanced culture of Malta's early inhabitants2.

Around 700 BC, the Phoenicians colonized Malta, followed by the Carthaginians and then the Romans in 218 BC. Under Roman rule, Malta flourished, becoming an important trading post. After the fall of the Western Roman Empire, the islands were ruled by the Byzantines until the Arab conquest in the 9th century, which introduced new agricultural practices and the Siculo-Arabic language2. 

2/3 years before the population of this region was only half a million ;but at present the population has rosed up to 640 million. 

Above part of history I read & paste from internet. I read detailed history , photo & watched videos.  Really amazing! I paste only a basic short portion .  Briefly , this civilization  was older than Egypt.

 Everyday we were out after late heavy breakfast & used return in the evening after dinner in different restaurants.Everyplace I visited seem to be a festival of fair:  beach, food, fun, shopping. 

The drivers of 'Uber' cab were mostly from Africa, India, Bangladesh and also some were Maltese. We  went   another island named "Gozo" by ferry.My daughter and her cousin Sohini spent whole  day on the beach.  There is an ancient prehistoric temple which is famous as "Sleeping lady".It is now kept in National Archeogical Museum .

We visited innumerable old temples of BC which were discovered deep under the ground .We visited National Archeological Museum .There were many more museums & temples which we didn't go!We visited another beautiful place named Mdina .

It seems to me that there is much  prominent  influence of Muslim  art  in archeology of buildings I visited,  though Roman, Byzantine, British And many more influence left legacy.

I wish to paste the photos of the place on my birthday .


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Friday, May 23, 2025

Sipra's Diary: AmeriKalidas

 

:                                                         “ AmeriKalidas”   

The story of  Kalidas is famous not only in India but throughout the literary world, In fact, most fabled stories of western literature were translated into English and then German from the original  Indian language of Sanskrit.Stories of “Panchtantra”
(Vikramaditya) and dramas of Kalidas reached the Western world through the Middle East.

Kalidas, India’s greatest Sanskrit poet and dramatist was born in Gupta Empire in 5th/4th century CE and flourished during the reign of  Chandragupta 11 who adopted the legendary title  Vikramaditya.
The most famous story about the life of Kalidas in his early life says that he was an illiterate idiot and was a dumb fool to start with. It is an interesting story about how he became an enlightened poet.  

A long long time ago there lived a king in India near Ujjain. The king had a beautiful learned daughter named Vidyavati. The princess was very much proud of her knowledge.  The king invited learned handsome princes one after another in his court for his nubile daughter. But the daughter was rejecting them all, on the ground that they were inferior to her in wisdom.  She also humiliated them openly in court. 
Her condition of marriage was that the groom ought to be superior in knowledge than her. She asked each one some questions which they all failed to answer. The king became worried to find out a suitable bridegroom.

All the princes who were rejected and humiliated became angry. They were planning jointly how to retaliate against the princess. One day they saw on their way a handsome young man was cutting the same branch on which he was sitting on the top.
To caution him they cried out, “Hey man, stop, otherwise you will fall from the tree!” 
The man asked, ”Why”? 
The conspirators thought that it was the perfect opportunity to take revenge.  They trained Kalidas some tricks to counter the princess. They decided to send a marriage proposal for the princess with this idiot to put an end to the pride of the princess. They praised Kalidas as the wisest of all, but presently he had taken a vow of silence; so he would not take part in the debate but would answer in sign language. The king was convinced. Princess agreed to marry; as Kalidas proved to be wiser by following the instructions blindly.

But very soon vidyabati came to understand the reality. Being infuriated  She drove Kalidas from the palace.  Being heartbroken  Kalidas tried to suicide by drowning in the river. But the goddess of wisdom appeared and interrupted; Blessed him that he would be remembered forever as one of the greatest poets in the world; Blessings of the goddess came to be true.
Kalidas became great poet throughout the ages (like Shakespeare) and he was one of the nine gems in the court of Gupta Dynasty, which is known as Age of Golden Renaissance. 


At the end of the year when I think the events of last year of America, I remember Kalidas in his early days.  Is America is going to be Kalidas who was cutting the same branch on the top of which he was sitting?   Some of the mass actions, reactions agitations decisions are almost like cutting the same branch on the top of which the prime interest of America as one nation rest secured.Random use of democratic
power  by random poeool of the country

Hope Goddess of Wisdom doesn’t take sleeping peel; She will appear in time to bless and enlighten the Nation to the right way.

Thursday, May 22, 2025

Sipra's Diary: ....Waning connection with motherland .........

 

Sipra's Diary 2018



Date:17th Jan,2018
 New York

                                    Really time flies so quickly.  We celebrated the 31st grand  night party in Kolkata,( India )just before leaving for New york next morning. And within blink of  an eye, 2018 is  grown up to17 days old!
We went to India like every other year.; spent almost 3 weeks splitting  our time between Mumbai, Puri, Bangalore and finally in Kolkata, my birthplace….But  I lost the charm of spending vacation here. I don’t feel the warmth of heart now  like before from the near and dear relatives who are quite significant   enough to acquire my mind a lot of time when I am in the far away land. Everybody is busy to their own plan to spend the vacation of the best season of India with their own micro-family.
We feel as outsiders. They grab the gifts we give  them without expressing excitement or ‘thanks, and then vanish in their own world. . 
I ‘try’ to “feel good’,  to shake off old sentiments and accept the change coolly.

But this change of attitude reminds me those nostalgic past days of our time when we prepared all plans centered around vacationing NRI relatives…
To make their stay cheerful we used to plan for them the short tours we would make, the new movies we would watch together in the theaters and the great menu which included their favorite dishes( not in restaurants but  prepared at home) throughout their stay. It was as exciting as enjoying any festival or a kind of wedding-ceremony…. . 
Does country means only a mass of land? Certainly not. It is the people, the community and  above all, the family members, the warmth of relationship that turns the mass of land to “my land, my  country.”   


 Anyway, we reached New York on the1st January with minus degree temperature, leaving behind far away the land of unwanted colder  feeling of ‘feelinglessness’. Through the window-glass of the warm cab which was passing between snow-white road, I noticed the thinly frozen Hudson dazzling like silver sheet in the morning sun.  When I reached my destination, in spite of the bite of chilled weather I felt warmth of a kind of attachment . The cool experiences of the vacation sprayed water to shroud my memory in the mist in such a short  period of time!
  I whispered to myself “I am now in love with this land, New York!”
Long Live New York!
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Thursday, May 15, 2025

Sipra's Diary: TADPOLE OR CHAMELEON

 


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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Monday, May 12, 2025

Sipra's Diary: What do we mean by "Home"?


                        

 

 

  Home: "What do you mean by HOME". Part(1). // Words604


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 house 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.

….And Soul finds its own community,  so I did.

Now I don't feel disconnected  as before ; 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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>>> 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 ! A  Wish to fly  like a bird in the open sky!!

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Saturday, May 10, 2025

Sipra's Diary: First Gift On "Mother's Day"

 

 


                                                                    

              FIRST GIFT ON THE  "MOTHERS’ DAY"


As I grew up in India I did not know or hear about   anything  such as  'Mothers’ Day'. Perhaps all days  in India are considered as Mothers’ day ; Or importance of mothers is taken for granted  without any celebration.   Home.  is not a sweet home without the presence of mother .

      Anyway I came to visit my son in US first on May, 2001.  He lived in Austin . When the  wife of my son ‘s friend asked him what was his plan to celebrate Mothers’ Day then I thought  it to be celebration of my first visit to him. My son only  grinned bluntly and reply "so far nothing  decided .Nina with  shrinked  eyes ,"O, no; you should  plan something ." Perhaps that triggered him.

Next day we had a plan to visit San Antonio, the old capitol of Texas.  On the way there was a great Factory Outlet. I had no interest to halt there because I had no idea that it was worth of seeing.  All the  branded rare articles of the world were available  there and in cheaper price.  It was somewhat like exhibition. My  son bought  a beautiful lemon color coat for me and  a shaving set  for his father  who was very happy to get it. 

I said,” Why, a coat in summer! it is hot as hell !”

My husband said with little  irritation ,” Do you think winter will never come in your life ?  He is giving this gift for a special occasion .”

“ Yes mom, it is for the Mother’s Day; you won’t get this brand anywhere at this price! You are free to buy some other items of your choice; but I will not change this one.” said my son.

“Ok, Ok, it is really nice, as I realized  vaguely the occasion ”


That was the first gift of Mothers’ Day in my life. It is still with me .

 

 I asked  often myself why a single day in calendar was not marked  in India to be celebrated for mothers?

  

 While my mother celebrated the birthday for  everyone of us including father without a break! OF course there was no B-day 'party' ;but my mother used to had special  "puja" wishing God's blessing and cooked "Rice Porridge"(which is equivalent to CAKE  in the West)    and gourmet preparations.  Why it didn't strike ever that mother also had a birthday ?  She was born someday to bring us all on this earth? 

When I told this to my brother he also lamented  for this  unintentional  lapse of  our feeling for mother ! Though we all loved our mother.  My other brother  consoled me "here in India  we live closely-knitted family in much healthy society. we  owe  to  only one mother , and one father ;whereas  in the West most children have  more than single parent ;Some children are away from their biological parent ;so they need  'Mother's Day','Father's Day' for the  recognition  and  renewing  the relationship.We  felt the presence of our parents in    our everyday life  as breathing air that we never felt to a single day to be celebrated for them. 


From when this "mothers' day happened to be celebrated. throughout   US as well as the West ?  Perhaps, with  advanced civilization and women education, as women stepped out of home for earning  money  to add prosperity to home?  The absence  of mother created an emptiness at home and wanting the motherly warmth and affinity   to their children .The new prosperity and  long   absence   from home both jointly made new valuations  to the importance  of absentee mothers.  .....Also it may be a successful outcome of feministic movement .


Out of 365 days offering a single day in honor at the alter of pain-taking mother's womb.......some flower bouquet, perfume , fancy dress,  cosmetics or shoes and favourite  dishes or dessert from  gourmet confectionery. and exchanging the warmth of heart with the warmth of summer ;lastly to post  snap on Facebook with cheese smile of happy mothers !  A Country-wide tribute   of US   festival  has become  now global !(but not in our time.) 


Indians are excellent than ape to adapt the art of  imitating .  Some Indian boy, after his arrival in  US, wished  his mother  and sent gift on this particular day,  Mother was very happy to  know the custom   as extra bonus .  Then  the  son  was out of touch for a long time.  

Mother then called her son to say,

"Kya beta, Mother day ke bad vul. gaya apne ma-ko?"   

"My son , did you forget your ailing mother who is suffering from artharitis   and loneliness   since  you left  India for getting job in US and your father passed away on sudden cerebral attack?"


Basically all the festivals ,whether Mother's Day or Valentine's or Thanks Giving are always commercial  with charming gifts, cards social clothes, shoes ,bags , cakes ,going  restaurant for gourmet food who can afford ! 

 

The motive behind all festivals, either social or religious,  is  more   marketing  of business, more  flourishing  of   finance and   the channeling  of money.

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Friday/May 9/2025 

I was sick .So my daughter took me to 'urgent care' at 3:00pm.In the evening, after dinner, she sadly declared that all good restaurants are booked on Sunday. 

I asked why are you searching restaurant ?

There is chicken  in  refrigerator and lot of other staffs .I will cook."

 

"Oh no.  Sunday is  Mother's Day.  You have to go restaurant with me."

Then I remember  my  first Mother's Day in US !

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Friday, May 9, 2025

Sipra's Diary: Poem. "Mother's Day".

            My Mother   by Sipra Roy.   

      In childhood, love and care of mother 

     Was 'taken for granted' as rain water. 

     I realized her worth after becoming mother! 

     She was calm, kind, caring and ever smiling; 

      Symbol of unselfish love and sacrifice,

     Source of all joy and forgiveness; 

     I never saw her to grumble with grievance.

      She was adorable to make for us  

      The 'sweet home ' abode of joy and peace !


       She was the role model of feminity in my life 

      I never reached to become such sublime!

      Where would I been if you did not me bring?

      I want to come back in your lap in every birth!

     Billon of mothers, trillion of children in the universe,

     But to me, She is the best and unique of all mothers!

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Thursday, May 8, 2025

Sipra's Diary: Poem >. "Parallel Universe"[ Published]

 

                                      Parallel Universe             









What an alluring opportunity to be shifted 

To a 'parallel universe" of  fun and fantasy !

Leaving this monotonous morbid  routined-life

Let me inhale the fresh air (!) to another  prestine place.

 

The planet of Mars, not bad, as the scientists assume  

The atmosphere suits for living creatures !

I prefer to spend  there vacation in the spring season

Neither too cold nor too hot by the scorching sun!

The question  is: does Mars has welcoming spring ,

Like  in  earth  we have ? Let me hope so!


 I must take with me weatherproof cosmic tent,robes.

Two fully re-chargeable i-Phones with  battery-sets ,

Oxygen cylinders for the survival and  i-pad ,for entertainment;

A sleeping bag  to relax, some seeds tolerant of tough climate;

A shovel to scatter seeds for  the next generation!

For food, pack of fruits, nuts ,chocs  and anti appetite peels;

For "Identity" I prefer  both gender  in Me :'Two -in -One',

So that without any gender conflict I can enjoy the fun!


 Whom should I approach ? Who will provide my spacecraft?  

 Kudos for billionaires like Bezo or Elon Musk with noble heart!

 But  it's a  virtual trip; so I don't need any ticket for spacecraft.

I am the monarch of  my 'Pegasus' for free ride,

 All over the universe !

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