Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Sipra's Diary:[ Old File.] Why , why can't I ?..........

 

     MONOLOGUE




                            
"If happy little bluebird can fly,

O, why, why can't I ?"...........

   I was listening to the music; ... true,  why am I lagging behind the time?
 
Why can't I overcome my shortcoming? Why, why do I fail to keep in pace and rhythm !  If I can't then 

 I  will lag behind the time.   I am suffering for my. incompetence of tech-knowledge. I went library and some senior centre to fulfil the purpose but in. vain. most seniors are interested in  learning only social

 media; Facebook  WhatsApp, photo, music

movie etc and not more than that; The instructor also was in service for the majority. Nobody

had an interest in learning MS words or other things. I wanted to learn thoroughly like a student in

school/college.

I wish some philanthropist to come and teach people like us who are  still eager to learn, to walk

with  the rhythm of time.

In this technology-driven world, people have  to grasp  over technology well .

I love writing.; and I wanted to protect my stuff.  But very often they become vanished.  So  being

frustrated I tried to go back to the traditional land of pen and paper. But the computer  fascinated

me so much in a short period that I lost the old track. In this conflict between computer and pen

and paper, I am confused to decide where should I land my pad-craft to sprinkle  ink and  convert my

thought into script /print?  Under the pressure of this dilemma, my writing spirit began to dwindle.

My brother suggested  me to take a job in the library,  post-Office or  in StarBucks,  since every institution

is digital, It may be helpful for me.

I can try in the library in my neighbourhood. I have to be a volunteer as a computer teacher  for the

Beginner class for a certain period.   Hope I' am able enough to take the "beginners ' class with my

 limited digital knowledge.

 But, Instead of that, why not to try in a publishing house?

             Pioneering ventures into little known waters?

Monday, July 14, 2025

Sipra's Diary: "Panic-in-JFKAirport. [* Story of sil-nora>Indian device to grind spice! ]

 Bombing panic of 9/11th,2001 

Mrs.and Mr Kundu  seemed to gain lottery ticket when their  long-time friend Mr Saha   brought  marriage proposal of his own nephew  Joydeep who came from US for two months! 

There was nothing special of their daughter Kajol. She was only19 studying BA in City College, average looking, middle complexion. Mr. Kundu and Mr Saha both were UDC clerks in writers's building. 

Joydeep was a software Engineer working in Infosys of Dallas. After marriage  Joydeep went back Dallas with kajole.

 More exciting event than the marriage was  that Mrs.Kundu  would go to Dallas for 6 months as Kajole was pregnant. Her packing was ready :One big suitcase for checking and a carry-on cabin suitcase.   Just one week was  was still left .

It was Nov, 2001.Just two months ago historical  disaster of 9/11 ransacked the psychological stability as well as financial backbone of America... Suspicion and insecurity swept over the cool and calm mind of the whole land. Every day Kajole  cautioned her mom what she shouldn't  not take.

But last time she informed that very good  Hilsa of  Padma from Bangladesh  was available in Dallas. Though the Hilsha was good but "vapa-sorse-hilsa'  preparation was not enough tasty. Her Bangladeshi friend said that  because  spice [dijon] prepared  in electrical mixie  caused little bitter taste!

So mrs. Kundu haunted a portable  tiny -'Sil-nora' from Borobazar to Kidirpore, Bagbazar to Sealdah!  Finally She managed to pack the   flat 'Sil'of stone  in "Check- in box " but  she had no other way to pack its partner 'Nora' [ in a tight velvet bag like ornament ], in her vanity bag made of durable crocodile skin, purchased from New Market. She was sure to cook "delicious-dish of vapa illish" for her pregnant daughter !

With full of nervousness and excitement she landed Dallas Airport which was full of chaos and crowd in 'customs and Immigration.' Each passenger was questioned and checked thoroughly which took long time.

 When Mrs Kundu's turn came, She was enquired about the fancy and gorgeous velvet  clothed stony 'Nora'!  Mrs Kundu was unable to explain in her poor english to the American officer or his assistant ! She was requested to wait, attended by a security officer. Mrs Kundu felt her throat dry in worry; She took oath in silence to learn spoken english thoroughly before coming to America next time. 

Her thought was interrupted as two strong persons with defense uniform came to mrs.Kundu.  with the instruction of the Security officer! They ordered,

"Give Your Vanity bag ." Mrs Kundu obeyed silently.

They asked again,"Do you have any arms, weapon or bomb inside ?

 "Nno, no,  never !"

 One of the officer opened the bag cautiously and threw overturned  on the ground ;   everything  were scattered including the ''Nora" of solid  stone  dropped  on the marble ground making horrible  sound !

All on a sudden the noise came to pin-dropped silence followed simultaneously from few panicky voice,

"Bomb , it is Bomb!"

Run away, runaway.................

In a twinkle of an eye the place was deserted except the officer and fainted body of Mrs kundu.

"Nora" was collected and sent  for scrutiny  to "bomb"alert  department .Two   sniffing police-dogs convinced of safety;  mrs.Kundu on stretcher was sent for First Aid.

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Kajol switched onT.V little worriedly to watch evening news at 6:oopm!  Mother's  flight landed on 12.45pm.  They arranged airport shuttle to pick up mother as they stayed far from the  airport . Her mother is pretty intelligent to travel alone inside India.   She had confidence on her.

The opening evening news was,"Bomb in the airport of Dallas !

Kajol started crying ; She immediately informed Joydeep in the office to go and fetch her mom safely.

Joydeep was in some meeting; he requested his boss to preside over the meeting, as he was in troubled situation!  

He saw outside the meeting hall  some  office staffs are laughing   and discussing humorously  about the false news of bombing . All the news channels declared with apology what actually happened! 

He again got a call from Kajol. 

Kajol assured  that her mother had reached home safe  trailing with her  a historical story which will be shared later at dinner time!

Joydeep placed the phone-receiver  and gave a sigh of relief  with  smile! 

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Sunday, July 6, 2025

Sipras Diary: [Poems ].> "INSPIRATIONAL"

 #(1)             

What music the bees murmur  

To the swaying buds in breeze?

Inspiring them to bloom and smile.

Can you smile like that, to me !

 

#(2)

I wish to cherish

The warmth of Love

That soothes the heart

To rest as peaceful dove!

 

#(3)

Wake up, wake up kids,

The birds are busy to tweet,

The sun god with the mild-red dress

Peeps from the east corner to bless!

 

 #(4)

If I were an angel 

Hula-la, hula-la la,

I could donate delicious 

Buckets of cake and candy 

For the orphans who live in the tents!
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Tuesday, July 1, 2025

Sipra's Diary: [Rep]. Journalism & Journalists in Democracy !

 

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.