SIpra's Diary: "BEST SELLING. LITERATURE" .

                                       BEST  SELLING LITERATURE !

 In the library I see lot of books  marked with "best-selling" award.

I often think what's the criteria of  judging as' Best' to be awarded!.......

I don't  hold/agree that  special feeling  with  'many' of them.  

......Is it theme? language? reader's satisfaction?... or.......?

 

When I was sent first time as jaudge in the inter district school contest of recitation in India, I needed to  learn  and prepare myself to be judge.

  There were total 6-8 specially qualified  persons selected as judges. Each judge was given a paper-sheet  marked with separate column  for marking : i.g. Formalities/ time  /voice/ body-language/ poem/ intonation etc.  We gave marks with individual prudence in each column. At the end those papers were collected from the judges by chief   judge . Rank holders  were decided and awarded on the basis of calculating of  average marks given by the  selected judges.

     I don't know exactly the   system of America. But  still I have high opinion of this country which I wish to hold  on.

...Socrates once  commented that  in coming future wise would  hold their tongue to remain silent , so that  the ignorant don't feel inferior or insulted.

  Has  that  future mentioned by Socrates approached  now ?....

In the marketing business books are of course commercial product.But there must be specific criteria   to distinguish any "Creative art " from other commercial commodity product.   Creative art should never be  democratized.  

Per millennium how many Socrates, Plato. Aristotle, Leonardo,

 Darwin, Galileo or Newton  or Shakespeare  were  born  compared  to  bunch of Phds , even   Noble Awardees?

           

  I read the novel "Good Earth" of Pearl Buck  at the age of early twenty, almost  in my previous birth from  now.It was mini novel. I was   impressed so vividly  by the  very first chapter of  description  of   preparing tea , that almost every morning  I visualize, (not only remember) :  how the tea-leaves unfurl in the boiling water of saucepan,    and spread  around  to  hide  /cover   water under the leaves ;the steam with aroma carried by air conveyed the message  of warm hospitality  to the other room where the old father-in-law with his friends were  chatting!

                       This is what  literature means! ...........

Which has the intrinsic power to  flow with the blood of the reader to mesmerize the mind!...Perhaps, since then I relish my regular  morning tea  from the memory of "GOOD  EARTH".

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Sipra's Diary: [ Rep] "POSTHUMOUS" + SPIRIT IN SILENCE. [poem]

 

Whenever I turn  pages of  my old copies or even loose piece of papers  while cleaning  my bookshelf, I find  out lots of my verses lay  scattered,  neglected  as orphans.  I  adopt some of them ,  which were  once rejected . Number of such poems have grown  huge . Some are really good but so esoteric that  I doubt  them as my own creation and ask  myself," is it  truly "I" from whose pen the verses came flowing?

However, I  have decided to take a project for the coming 2018  to collect best  20/ 30's  pieces of my choice together under the title  of

"Posthumous"  hoping for future publication ...and.... hmm....... dedicated to 'Dead Poets' Society !             


               Spirit- in-Silence 

            In Language,

            What can be more eloquent

             than  silence?

            However delicate 

            or complicated, 

             still-----

            Language seems merely  

            Designed apparel for feeling!

           More the feeling goes profound,

           More the speech looses its sound

           become  Super-sensitive but dumb!

            Like the primitive one of by-gone-days..........

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Sipra's Diary: [ Poem ].............".FEAR"

Sipra's Diary: [Memoir.................. Anecdots behind Father's name ]

 

                                                        In Memory Of My Father

I was proud of the  name of my father :  his name was  Aniruddha  Majumdar .  Still now I feel the name is very much uncommon. .Lots of   memories  of  my parent  embrace me:from childhood to this late  adult. I will narrate some of them : Among them I will mention a story related to his name.

The last two years before retirement my father was almost bed -ridden  for acute pain of arthritis in both the legs; sometimes he used to even whimper out of pain .

Either ASM or porter used to bring lots of files from the office to my father for signature and spent time on discussions and  guidance  from my father.  My father retired as Station Superindent. It was summer vacation ; I  was  with my parent.  The postman came and asked my father to come and sign up registered mail . I told him "he is unable to get up ; Please give me so that he can sign up."

The postman hesitated to give me. 

"  see ,this is very important confidential   'registered'  mail."

" Don't worry .I will bring back the receipt for you soon."

I looked at the brown-colored long  envelope on which name and address was written by black ink. To my surprise ,  I noticed that in place of name it was written : " AmirRuddin Mazumdar.'After the signing I hand over the receipt to the waiting peon .Coming back to my father I asked him, ' Did you notice it was not  your name but a muslim-name  and still you signed?   Why ? I was then doing final year of B.A.  

Am I a daughter of muslim man?..................

Then observing my bewildered face, my father divulged the story,- quite interesting ! The first part of the story I heard more than hundred times but not the last mysterious part about   "Name." 

My father was not only first boy in study but also all -rounder in the class.  The name of his competitor  in  academic field was Kalikanando  Mitra .In the Final   School-Leaving Board Exam  (1926 )  Kalikanando  stood first in the district  by getting 530 whereas  my father  got 525 and became second;......  

My father always lost himself  in the blackhole of memory ( perhaps me too! ),.......... lamenting ,"It is only for the 5 marks!" Coming to this far a deadly silence swooped over the story.

He was sad ; In addition  my grandfather scolded him harshly . He left home for Calcutta without  telling anybody and took admission in Scottish Church college . He performed  there so brilliant that...very soon he sgrabed    the attention of the British principal : ......a handsome. smart  jovial boy, fluent in spoken English, good  in games and excellent as musician,  . He got  full scholarship throughout the study period...... But I don't know where did he manage his   his accommodation.

{I am thinking now where did he stay ? ...perhaps with his eldest brother who was  student of MA (Mathsematics ) in the University of Calcutta !....Not sure !

After finishing the College course my father came to Howrah Station  cheerfully to go back his home after two years ! As he was  proceeding to get train ,he noticed excited crowd and long que in front of a  Office.   Out of curiosity he came in front  of the que  to ask   the  uniformed security man what was going ;but somebody from the que pushed him  forward to thrush   inside the room ;my father found himself in front of a 'SAHEB'(White British who was the interviewer ).

The British officer raised his head from a big red-covered registry copy and asked,"What's your name?"My father though puzzled in an unknown environment and encountering with huge -figured white officer with pure English accent, dusted off his hesitation and answered smartly,

-"Aniruddha Mazumdar ", sir.

"Show your mark-sheet".

      Luckily it was with him in his bag  .He promptly produced it. The officer 's facial expression became bright .

"What is your hobby?

-"Umm,... playing football,  solving crossword puzzle, and reading biographies of great men ."

"Quite interesting !" He surveyed my father from top to bottom.

  "O.K. You can go now ." 

Looking towards the other officer he ordered ,"  "Take   his name, register him."

The other two bewildered  officers , who  were  fumbling the pages of  huge copy, said,

"Sir, his name is nowhere in the  list of applicants. We searched thoroughly...........

The officer 'ordered' in his baritone voice ",Write down his name in the first list, I say:  it is Amir Ruddin Mazumdar.........yes,  hurry up!

"  Call  the next ." 

My father heard the conversation while getting out of the room.  

He was sweating  partly in in nervousness and for  humid climate of  September. He hurried  to catch the train.

 As he reached near the wall of his  village home,  he could hear the bell   and  musical tone from the conch along with the  smoke and smell of  incense powder  in the air from our own ancestor's  home-temple; Sound of conch  indicates   the end of evening rituals ,distributing sweets as finishing touch .All members gathered  in the temple -yard in the evening . All the family members cheered to see my dad   in the temple yard  after   long 2years! 

Grandma  embraced  him emotionally and began to cry in joy ;  her soft   puffy palm rubbed  his head and face  several time; "What a sweet surprise to see you after such a long time !.It is an auspicious  full moon day ;...Within two weeks the great festival of Durgapuja !...you are grown up ,  look like a man !" she announced proudly .

My father  bowed down to god and then the priest before leaving the temple .

Then my  dad followed by  all family members along grandmother who announced  loudly,"see Ani has come back !"

Coming outside the temple he bowed down to all his elders . Grandfather ,too, blessed him warmly.  Cheers and joys overflowed the house . The  fragrance of "Seuly "(like jasmine) flowers in air reminded the festival of Durgapuja. My father enjoyed the warmth  of the family .

"But on that very week my father got the job-letter from the Eastern Railway to join next week in "Chandsi "which is now in Bangladesh.Then another wave of cheers in the family!My father was the third of six brothers ;but he was the first one to get prestigious governmental job in Railway .

My father saw his name as "Anir Ruddin" Mazumdar. in the job letter ! My father joined and continued his entire service   efficiently  up to retirement  with reputation as "Ani  Ruddin ." 

It stroke my mind why in all letters  my father was addressed as A.R. Mazumdar and never that super-elegant ultra-modern "Aniruddha"; but never needed to ask. Perhaps nobody knows uptil now  this history behind his name except me .

My ailing father told me on that day, 

"It seem to me some times that the job was offered to me as (surprisingly   without prior  applying,)  the  officer thought me Muslim,  though my interview was  also excellent.  The British  (on their  principle of  Divide &Rule policy )  preferred to employ a Muslim candidate than a Hindu.   It was hard  for him to correct once he joined as "Ani- Ruddin". He  tried  but found complicated.  

So my father had to leave home, missing to enjoy  the festival of Durgapuja. 

My  grandfather  was happy and proud of his son now.  Before my father left , he  informed my father that he wanted to fix his marriage  in the month of November with a girl of some reputed  family from near by village named "JOFLAI. "

"The girl is calm & quite , father is  a doctor, very humble  and widower .  So you must come back in November ,i.e.after two months)"

My father was not happy at all ! He was not prepared to marry  then .  He was an ambitious boy. But he was obedient and carried out his father's wish.

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Sipra's Diary: ......."Father's Day" [ Memoir]

  Time that has crossed by.......

My father was the first hero in my life: A man of very distinctive personality, both in appearance and in nature. He was a great connoisseur of not only academic life but also  all sorts of creativity like music sports and game  (for girls also) which  was  quite  time ahead for him . He was frequently transferred due to  his job  in Railway service ; so we  had opportunity to travel many new places and people .  He was a joyful   person .His loud lough. created fountain  of joy and add  extra-flavor in life to any gathering or  festival.

His progressive attitude of western outlook along with blind faith in spirituality and  Hindu religion  blended together harmoniously made our family adorable in the neighborhood, in the town ,whether it was a small insignificant   place or commercially // politically significant town.

He had excellent capability of organizing. In his young age he was transferred to Vurkunda,  situated in Palamou district of Bihar. Palamou was famous for its scenic beauty: high hills, green forest, timber, farming of honey and country-liquor made of 'mou' fruit-plants along with wild animals like fox wolf and snakes; the native villagers were 'santals', mostly farmers and cattle owners.

  

 There was neither  any school( even elementary) nor hospital nor grocery shop .But perhaps geographical strategy was discovered  as great prospectus; so  the railway station became important. My father stayed here for  only 1 year. He was the first to introduce there  not only picnic and cultural function; but the greatest festival of Bengal, Durga Puja, Kali puja along with  just  start-up -sports Club ,Book-Club with the small   railway stuffs. The Railway neighbors exchanged books and magazines (which came to be known book-club) among themselves. 

I was then about four years.I remember my father  used to play badminton (perhaps in winter)and  then telequate (Ring) from February /March for windy weather . My father arranged the badminton court ,bats,net , feather-cork, Ring. Great pleasure of me and my brother was to pick up the cork when it dropped on the ground.;So we waited  outside the court eagerly for dropped-cork . Every time  we  two counted who scored more to 'pick up'! we treasured  the discarded corks to play in our  time with two pieces  of hard-cover torn from the old and used  hand-writing copies  as bats.

In the summer evening this badminton group used to play cards(either Breeze or Twenty-nine) in the frontside  veranda   under open sky until the  call  for dinner came up.It was 1948/49.. They played  in the hurricane light ;because there was no electricity even in the railway station. I enjoyed the elders' playing because I could stay outside under the sky even after the late evening . 

But soon the fun of  evening game  was stopped Because a calf was taken by a tiger (or wolf) from our close neighborhood,- less than half mile away.  It happened repeatedly 2/3 times. The panic rosed  higher when one of the 2/3 years old kid from the group of playing kids was taken away by the tiger  in the early evening .We heard the noise of screaming mother along with the other women and men  and kids . 

My father with the railway stuff went with log and torch in hand on the spot where 8/9 families lived in huts with their goats ,cattle ,hen ,duck etc. My father took decision that  from next day  four people by turn would guard the neighbourhood   by beating tin and drum  to make the neighbors alert and the tiger afraid Both. Also there was arrangement to burn  fire  surrounding the huts. 

All of them accepted the decision . No incidents happened during our   short time stay in that area after it. But we all kids used to enter inside the house  from the play field before the darkness of the evening set in. Both front door and backdoor  were closed right at  the evening without fail.

 I don't remember whether my elder brothers had any study time at the evening . There were only two bedrooms with L-shaped long covered -veranda which included the kitchen at the end point .

From the kitchen window I loved to see how the green hills at day-time would  turn  dark black  but at the base there were lots of bright flame  like Dewali and occasionally the sound of  beating  tin and drum along the fade sound of tribal song with the flute . I longed strongly to go there . I asked ,

"Ma, will you take me to the hill? I wish to see the opposite side of the hill; I think they had some festival : drum ,flame , vocal music  and also flute."

Ma:   It is more than two miles.We cannot cross that  hill, it is quite high for the elderly also."

"Ma, who has done that fire works like  flame of  bright candles ?"

Ma: There are many small villages at the basement of the hill ; It is not festival at all.  The fire, noise of drum keep the tiger away .  when tiger comes within close  distance they give a stinky smell ; instantly they beat the tin loudly  to alert and awake the neighbors."

 . In the  backside courtyard  surrounded by concrete wall ,  two/three  folding  cots  were spread where we lay after dinner  in the early night to enjoy cool air in summer. .Only father's cot was covered with a white sheet and pillow, side pillow .I  shared the cot with father and learnt  a lot lessons orally from father . My elder brothers always avoided my father in fear.

After listening the  tiger's story in our neighborhood ,I could not shut my eyes for a moment .I kept my eyes surveying the wall of backyard. 

With choaked breathing and pounding heart remained thinking,

 "what should I do if a tiger comes by jumping over the wall?" I waited when my father would order,

  "hey all get up!, our body is enough cool now let us go inside ."I would breath sigh of relief."

But used I used to like gazing at  the sky with moon and stars and floating clouds ,  mysterious shooting stars before the story of tiger haunted  me.

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Sipra's Diary: Poem >. "LAGNIAPPE"

 

           LAGNIAPPE:   Sipra Roy.

 

 In the new-age  of 'use and throw' society 

'Lagniappe' is a  forgotten term in prosperity,

.:  

 Unless we search meaning in the dictionary!

  

Bygone are those days of simple  life 

When small gift brought big smile!

In this age of extravagance, spilled-over-

Garbage box with  left over from the upper class 

Wait  for disposal  as "trash"to   ignoble mass;

The excess  as  'refuge'  from the privileged  class;  

Is sumptuous than  mere 'lagniappe' of back-days! 

        It is an universal  fact :

Interest is sweeter than the capital

So   'lagniappe'  was meant   for extra joy; 

But  if greed is too big to exceed the cornucopia 

Then  expectation  may  turn  into  frustration !

                                                                                   Lagniappe=   means "extra"& free [like gift]

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Sipra's Diary: EDEN OF SMALL WONDER

 

                                            TITLE: Eden of.  SMALL   WONDER by   Sipra Roy

Print>                                                             " Eden Of Small Wonder"

I picked up a slice from  my childhood memories with   images  of small  wonder.and ecstasy. I grew up in the loving care of joint family with many members  in India. 

We had neither TV nor even radio  in those days. But we were happy with periodical fair, festivals, circus, sports, magic, annual picnic  etc. Family itself was a mini-community with variety shows throughout the day . 

Besides family and friends ,I enjoyed nature closely. The smell of first rain-soaked earth  and  the rare view of rainbow always charmed me.

I was obsessed with the Beauty of the sky ,with the dazzling  sun, twinkling stars, and  wax and wane of  the silvery moon! when I was in grade 2, I learnt  that   the shape of  our earth is like an orange and it rotates  around the Sun ;I imagined that the earth 'rotates" like a ball;  So I wondered thinking that   why  like topsy turvy  the sky didn't come on the ground under our feet?  

 While traveling by train , it surprised me to notice that the moon also traveling with us ;and the outside trees lamp-posts and all other things were running to our opposite ; was it the same & single moon which  I could see  from everywhere?If it was so, then why my own house or neighborhood became invisible  to me when I went  far  away ? There were such a plethora of wonders to puzzle me !

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Sipra's Diary: "Touch-Me-Not" [. About Sensory Organs, importance of ear &Akbar's Story]

                                               ' .......touch-me-not'

   A childhood  experience  about "Lojjaboti lata"(=a creeper plant), flashes in my mind as I am writing. We were playing 'hide& seek'   One day I with my friend hid ourselves behind  a   Calvert which was covered by green creeper with superfine leaves. 

My friend said ,"Do you notice the fun?  As She touched the creeper  all the leaves of the creeper folded as if they fell into   sudden sleep . With surprise I started to touch  the all parts of the creeper  to make the leaves sleep .I was surprised and  felt  it more exciting than the game of hide and seek. My friend whispered this is known as  'touch-me-not"creeper. But the leaves awake within short period .That was a great fun to learn about plant . 

With the help of  ear,   eyes formed  the 'first'. basement of  brain. Ear, nose, throat  are  closely related so that  they  respond to one another; they are accessaries of brain . In medical science  we take appointment to ENT doc for the related problem  in any one of them. 

Pituitary gland is very important ; It is a pea-sized organ, housed  in the bony structure at the base of brain ; it is the master gland ; it drive the other glands to release hormones in all vital parts like brain ,skin, energy , vision, blood pressure, reproductive organs etc.In one word it is the 'power house' of a body.

We take little care about our ear which is the main  source of knowledge .In acupuncture treatment the doctor treated in this area to treat any part of the body. It is same as the main  switch -box  supplying electricity connected  to the whole nervous system of our body.

Animals use the five sensory organs differently according to their need and ability. Say for instance: bats use their ears to see; moles use their nose to dig mud to shelter while the elephants  use their. trunk/nose for bath , snakes use their mouth both to breath and swallow; chamelions have fantastic sight  and capacity to hide  by camofladging;  scents and color of flowers  attract the   butterfly; Sometime they use scent as trap .They use the sense-organ to protect themselves from predators; animals with .whiskers around mouth work like antenna ;The   hair/ fur  of polar bear in the arctic region conserve  heat of the sun like optic fibre wire  to keep the body warm in cold.....Dogs'. skin  don't sweat ;they gasp and drooling tongue keep their body cool.

 The story of the Mughal emperor Akbar's experiment is suitable example to prove the importance of ear. Akbar himself was illiterate but he was no less than a pandit ; He learnt  only  by listening from the wise  pandit .Once there was dispute among the people about language  : Which language was god-given and noblest of all. 

To solve the problem, Akbar the Great  ordered his minister to collect 10 babies of six months  from the parents  who  have  unique  linguistic difference  and. to keep these ten babies in ten different  sound proof chambers under proper baby-care.  Only the ten 'deaf and dumb   care-takers' were  appointed  to take care  for those  babies.  These babies belong to the parents who  followed the language of   Urdu ,Farsi,  Sanskrit ,  Pali, Maithily , brojobuli and some local ,even tribal language. When  the babies  became  five years old.  they were presented in the royal court.  

The court was overcrowded   of the mass  with  high pitch of excitement . To their disappointment  it was found that  all  those ten babies  were deaf and dumb ;  none of them could speak  in any language at all........... .

Thus the emperor convinced the common people  that no language could  claim superior to other as  "God's language". All languages were equal.The baby learn  that language  which they listen from the parent or in environment ;  if  they hear nothing as  sound of language   from the beginning of birth ,they would learn  nothing .

         Though. some. people were not happy , but  they couldn't argue Thus  Akbar the Great  solved the dispute of language  peacefully . He was able to run on with  the same "FARSI"  as court language of the country. He reigned from 1556 to  1605 as the  most popular Mughal emperor,  in spite of being illiterate but wise  only by  listening. He wrote a book named "Akbar-E-Nama" to compromise the conflict  between Hindu-ism and  Islamist...

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Sipra's Diary: Reposted IQ [=INTELLIGENCE QUOTIENT ]

 

                                       IQ

It is good to know   that even big companies like Google, Apple and others are looking for new trend other than the traditional ways of 'Grade' and 'branded University' for recruitment in their companies.

Welcome to their new venture .Many times ordinary people do extraordinary job in solving problem if they are given chance. Of course, IQ covers one's 'presence of mind', but 'presence of mind' is something more: it is 'apprehension' coupled with the powerful ability of solution which needs individual's passion, and IMAGINATION.But mostly the talents of these people remain  under the shadow of big bosses or lost as unrecognized.

The grade and branded university should never be undervalued to keep up the standard ; but  if others with  creative minds are selected to be interviewed  parallel with them, then brilliance of the brilliants will shine more .Like the story of racing competition between rabbit and tortoise, brilliant will not be too confident  about themselves to win and rest under a tree like the over -confident  rabbit. Instead they will always be on alacrity to save their ego of superiority, which is beneficial to the companies they give service.

Another scientific fact about IQ is that its span is from 9months to 9 years of age.  There is an adage that if you don't learn at 9 years then you won't in even at 90 years of age .

 (In Bengali,"Jaha noi noye,taha noi nobboye").

So IQ doesn't develop after the 9 years of age  but  other mental faculties like thinking ,feeling, and willing go on change  forever: they may  either develop or deteriorate.  So people of average IQ but mentally enriched have  high potentiality to exhibit  miraculous excellence in their designated sphere.

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Sipra's. Diary: Aladin's Lamp vs. Memory-box.

                                      ALADIN'S LAMP vs MEMORY-BOx                                     

We are fortunate enough to get in a touch of the beginning of the digital age. we are privileged more than the G-Zero generation in the sense that we know both the rise and fall of the old traditional ways of life and observed the change that the new wave has brought at present time. 

The most fantastic thing to me is that the digital age has opened the golden gate of the entire empire of knowledge; unlimited access to the field of knowledge, not just the privileged elite but for all; Good or bad, whatever might be, the democratization of knowledge, like a lawn-mower, has made us all quasi-elite by providing equal opportunities. 

We don't need to waste a lot of time searching or beating the bush. Now we have 'Aladdin's lamp on our palm; just open with the fist and a single click one can grip unlimited blessings of Apollo or Athena as you wish.

The evolutionary theory says as we developed and shifted to advanced habitat and started to use our limbs as hand and feet, then we lose our tail; it became obsolete because it was of no use.

What is easily earned, is also easily lost; if  it is true, then next generation after the G-Zero will surely lose the memory-box in the brain. It has already  started to become  weak and  feeble.
To keep  aside the future let us think about the present moment. The good thing to consider of is that common people have achieved the freedom to express their voices. 

But this freedom is devaluing the standard of literature. Secondly, 'online publishing' is opening the 'free market' of plagiarism which will deprive and frustrate the genuine writers. They may switch off themselves from the 'Online' publication' It is a herculean job to scan or detect the original works from the fake or copying.

We need to learn lessons from Nature:
Looking at Nature we can see the growth of weeds in the field is undesirable for the nutrition of the plants or crops.
A plant becomes weak and weaker when parasites grow in it because parasites consume most of the minerals and water from the soil. 

So in course of time, the academic field will lose product from the genuine talent in the future for the quasi-elite who may capture the role of the parasite. It(academic field) is gradually being occupied by mushrooming weeds and parasites.
How many Socrates, Shakespeare, Homer, Plato or Aristotle were born since the last two centuries? 

Charles Darwin has been famous for his Theory of Evolution and Origin of species without spending huge fund of the government. Digital age broadened the scope of 'quantitative progress' but not of qualitative improvement.

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Sipra's Diary: Poem . "DEATH". [#Poetry Prompt from the PROJECT]

 

   #Poetry Prompt from PROJECT:

  How much are you affected by death of near   and dear ones. 

  

 

Death! When did you have your first sting!

 

I remember  you as I went college-hostel, 

leaving home . I often woke up   with whimpering  

 

At midnight by some nightmare that  Dad  left me

 

For ever. ..For a long time I couldn’t imagine 

 

To live without having  parent..........

 

When I was in my thirty’s my father left 

 

Forever his own ancestor’s home .

 

My cousin brother took me direct 

 

To the burning Ghat  where  he laid,

 

With calm and cool peaceful face 

 

 Released from all mundane liabilities ! 

 

I touched for the last his icy-cold feet 

 

Without a single drop of  tear.

 

Since then I overcome fear of death.

 

I realized the fear of death is more 

 

Painful than actual   occurrence  of death.

I hear with grief from last three years, 

 

Loosing  some more near and dear ones.

But tolerance, patience made me  courageous!

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Sipra's Diary: Poem [rep]. "SECRET ENEMY".

 

##--Find out  the personal dragons who hold  you  progress and how did  you overcome    them by your courage and  wisdom.

 

  SECRET ENEMY

  W>. 155 // L >23

 

I overhaul my life in search of secret dragon

Who keeps me restless by chasing all along 

I dissect the emotional sphere layer by layer

In the abyss of solitary lab of my mind, 

Surprisingly, detected the larking beasts in me:

 Hope and fear!

 

Scary fear in thorny cactus remains embracing me

While opposite side of dark tunnel flickering

Light of enchanting 'hope' mysteriously beckoning

To allure me by dream and flame of new life!

 

Driven by failure frustration, ambition or anger,

Bewildered   ego sometimes aggressive but 

Mostly submissive, optioned to surrender

Like a coward. I never struggled  to win over!

 

I survived by neither courage nor wisdom, 

But surrendering to social culture and custom

To mute fear or hope: two opposites forces

Waves of time tackles the battle to keep balance.

Like a snail I sheltered  under the shell of patience!

Sometimes surrender or patience are  best weapons 

To win over the emotional dragons !

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Sipra's Diary: " BLACK LIVES MATTER ".[[ Dystopian Future]]!

 

                     (  Print)                     Dystopian Future

After more than hundred days of Covid -19, I took an evening walk. Though I was able to take a far-sight view from the high-rise building but to use own  physical limbs on side-walk is different from visual sight. My daughter caught hold my hand in the zebra-crossing in such a way, as if am blind or sick. I felt odd and funny.But her  constant running commentary to caution me was little irritating! I decided to take walk by myself alone is better to keep her free from stress,

It strikes me to see the bright erected placards around the entire Lincoln Center with slogan,"Black lives matter"!  ...I was reading each placard silently like 'mantra'. Suddenly it came to my mind ,'why only black lives!' 

All lives and any life is valuable related to the earth. I agree the inhuman police brutality of murdering a black man is a heinous crime in history;I have doubt about that police as not a normal person by observing the way the way he killed!  Some other stand-in polices (or persons) nearby who witnessed passively without restrictions should also be punished.

The African Americans highlighted the incident in such a degree that even the pandemic of covid-19  became less important issue for certain period of  time.They incited  all  records from the  past history of injustice committed to them to stir the violence

.Of course the motivated politicians await  for opportunity to exploit such situation.One particular incident is deployed and mirrored in multiplicity. They forget that the present is not less true or less important than the past.The black ancestors  have survived the turbulent past with courage and bravery to avail of this golden present ;the current generations enjoy the equal rights and facilities in the land of whites  as much as the whites do.

The Black Americans enjoy the honorable seat and position in all portfolios of administrative, legal and judiciary as senator, as judge in Supreme Court and even as President of the country, the highest administrative post for two Terms   What more is expected?

Can it be possible if it were a land of white supremist? 

The word 'rights 'should always followed by 'duties 'hand in hand in democracy. To maintain the law, order and peace a loyal citizen should not foster the past ghost of apartheid (of color ) in mind, either individually or collectively. There are innumerable instances of brutal deaths in Africa year after year ,but hardly any rebellious voice from the African -American is raised to protest; even  most popular talk-show mogul also remained deaf and dumb.  

But here centering any instance, noises turn from mole to mountain easily for the advantage of elaborate freedom of speech! They are fortunate enough that because once their ancestors came as slaves by destiny, so they are. fortunate to be Americans now by law. It doesn't matter whatever their color  of skin says. The truth is that they all share equal rights with the free (white ) Americans whose parents were not brought as slaves.

It is an unwritten principle of politicians that "divide and Rule". This Principe is a tonic or ambrosia in Democratic states where several parties compete with one another and the campaign or game of leg-pulling stays  constant. They use the colour of skin, or other racial differences as triumph card for the battle of ballot box. A loyal citizen should not allow himself to be puppet of any party. America is a country of different races,  religion and lands. No system is flawless; all roses have thorns. Still compared to any other place in this  planet   the  'unity in diversity' still persists firmly in US.   

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Sipra's 's Diary :POEM>(Rep)>Confusion with Humanity .

 

        w=158//L= 14 > Confusion with Humanity:  [ [ SONNET][ Sipra Roy

 "Where to put Putin", asked the rebel leader of Ukraine.

  Shouted  the enraged  mass,"Burry him under the deepest mine!"

Or," throw to some volcano!"-" If  his ashes turn the  earth  to poison?"

"We can drown him under the ocean";"Alas! he will suck the aqua-dwelling!"

"Lots of problems hover with him on earth, ocean , and heaven ,

Let us search and save Ukraine from this grave, gloomy situation".

The uprooted mob burst out,"We want  tooth for tooth, that's the eternal norm," 

A voice  like thunder roars  in a pitch of baritone "Totally wrong"!

Suddenly blue sky was shrouded with black cloud and a message 

In lightening appeared,"Extract and crush the "ism" from Putin;

Who to detect how many future Putins are larking to spread wings?

Can the alchemy of 'ism' be eroded to replace heart of global love ?

Then only a new sun of peace-loving world can emerge ,

To erase all enmity and spread universal fraternity.

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