Sipra Roy: " FOOD, FESTIVAL, and PETS"

 

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Food festival and pets are closely related to 'home'.

 Food and festivals are intertwined  throughout  the world. 

India is a land of festivals. Some festivals are provincial while some are national. Among them Dewali, Holi ( festivals  of colour), Durgapuja and X-mas are  celebrated  with pomp and splendour throughout India. They are declared and marked in calendar as national holidays.

Most of the global festivals come within  October to December and related to the position of moon. Like Dewali,Jewish Hanukkah, Christian X-mas,  China's lantern festival :all are 'festival of lights' and connected to religion trailing interesting stories.

 

 Food, and music also are closed to festivals.  variety of Sweet items ,fruits and nuts  are  offered .Festivals are not only center of social gathering of friends and family but  also of business   leading to   commercial gain .  On the occasion people shop new clothes ,shoes  cosmetics jewelry  and lots of gifts for friends and family. Thus ultimately they add to country's economic growth.  Any festival causes to circulate money not only to the related land but also throughout the world, since the  local today has become also global .  It is a   great positive side of any festivals that  psychology of  people  as a whole have been 

Improved  to accept and celebrate  festivals  of  other 

Country.

 

·     Pets are related to home, next to food and festivals. They are considered as integral part of most family, whether living in city or in urban  area. Among pets dogs, cats and birds are popular both as useful and as companion.  Senior people are fond of pets as companion, as their children are away from them. With the absence of three generations living together, value and status of pets have been upgraded.

·       Pets also like to be pampered. Cats don't need to chase behind any mouse for food;They get nutritious food from pet's shop; so are the dogs. Instead of protecting the house from miscreants and staying awake throughout the night, they feel sleepy like young school kids in  early night .They are kept as owner's pride,  as  if decoration pieces to beautify  the home  and not for utility as they used to be.

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In our childhood we were fond of reading comics of 'Aronyadev'(god of jungles) where  all animals live peacefully bonded with love; lamb and lion used to drink water from the same lake.

 

*It seems we are coming near to that state when animals will be devoid of animosity and achieve divinity.

 

How long the human specie will take  time to achieve divinity such as pet animals? If it happens, then this mundane  earth with lots of contradictions and confusions will turn into heavenly abode, not in dream or conference but in reality !

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I am sorry that I failed to share pictures with my readers .Google 

should  help to do that.

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Sipra's Diary : Poem> Literary Citizenship

  Literary Citizenship.

How   long   I  will be a refugee

 Roaming around the periphery

  Of  literary garden   for  entry !

Seeking  asylum under some  shady tree;

Or a corner to join   similar souls like me!

Is there any hope to be welcomed by elite  angel

Or to get shower of blessing from Athena !

Surely 'nope nope, nope'  is the only answer. 

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With electronic crown  adorned  in AI  devices 

 Athena replies with sigh "I am no more goddess!''

Pointing to her crown,  "IT  is your New  goddess!

 Online Whole-sale market is  getting ready to bless 

Whoever  will afford this crown on their  heads.

The new Digital village will be founded with lava 

On  the   archaic cemetery of  creative  sepulture.

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Sipra's Diary: #....."Netaji Subhaschandra"....& Calcutta bookfair.

     " Adesh chilo, Delhi Cholo,

         Delhi mora Joi korechi ,

         Aj Tumi Kotha  Netaji!"

We grew up breathing  in  the elixir of patriotism ; The current flew   strong & powerful throughout our school life....,. 

My eldest brother of 13/ 14  years old,  who tried to sow seed of patriotism in     neighborhood  children team .   He taught them marching and patriotic music...... 

 My brother led the team of children to march with the music below:

 #. KADAM KADAM BARAYE JA,

      KHUSHISE GEET GAYEJA ,

       " YE  JINDEGI HAI  KAUMODI."

.......I was then too young to speak distinctly ; I  used to  sing  the last line  from my sister's lap  

        like....      " e-jing- b-jing- korbo-ki"!

All others made fun of it .

My father was posted in  HAZARIBAGH,,Bihar.

All the wealthy and elite class people of Calcutta [. so called 'Babus"] used to come for "change"in the healthy region of Bihar ;  Hazaribag , Ranchi Modhupur Giridih,  Jhajha, Jashidih , shimultala, Deoghar were  famous  among them. These wealthy people had their own buildings with large garden having variety of fruits and flowers  There were  gardeners,   care-takers  to look after the property. Throughout the year the children entered the garden for grabbing fruits by jumping over  the wall until they were chased by guard  to get out ! Sometimes the guard remained cool ;because the fruits were too abundant to be consumed by the boys.It was a time far from the hotel business flourished ! Most Babus had luxurious arrangements in the building ,not less than any starred hotel.

My father became close friend with some of the "babu" family. I mentioned  my father's story  in my google 'Blog' account. But now I will add a new story. 

Netaji's family  also used to come every year in Hazaribagh. I don't know whether that was their own house or rented !

They used to invite my father's family in  the 'yangna,'  performed at the end of 'SatyaNarayan   puja. It was perhaps  about 1946,  before India owned independence.

When the most invitees left, my mother asked Netaji's mother about Netaji curiously,

"  Do you think Netaji is still alive?"

Netaji's  mother  smiled sadly ; then shifting eyes from curious face of my mother  she replied,  

"Sure, he is alive very much to me!" 

Mom:   [in whispering voice] "may I know where he is now hiding? I wouldn't tell anybody!"

By the time my father came to call my mom. He started  asking common formal conversation with Netaji's  mother; before leaving .

Dr. Sunil Basu [ Netaji's brother] treated my brother and saved him from critical condition. My brother had  typhoid and Septic mumps  simultaneously. Dr. Sunil Bose operated him in our house .  He brought all his surgical instruments necessary for operation and asked my mom to boil water .  

He himself came near the kichen for more boiled water . My mother was frying some "pokora / chop." 

He sniffed and asked my mother  to taste some warm fries . My mother offered him with tea . He asked some more fries.

Operation was successful but remembering pain  my brother used to abuse  random to the Dr. but the Dr smiled and never minded .

He used to visit our home almost everyday of his stay in the town.       I heard the story from parent  I also heard that Netaji fled  from Gomoh station , near Hazaribag . He was seen lastly in Gomoh , India.

Then in Germany under the shelter of Hitler. But he remained mysterious  in the heart of all Bengalese  like a painful lump !.....   Time to time rumor of "Netaji has come"' ignited the Bengalese in new enthusiasm!

Slowly time healed up the rumor in silence under  multiple complexities! 

Calcutta Bookfair -2026  knocked to remind India as well as the world how much love and  adoration the Begalese still bear for Netaji . 

Thanks to Kunal Bose for publishing the book in the broad arena of the Book-Fair!

Hearty  Congratulations on behalf of  ever-alive-all- patriotic hearts!

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Sipra's Diary:< Published > "A busy Street At Midnight"

 

A Busy Street At Midnight

 

It was  after a Friday late-night  show

Waiting on the sidewalk to go home.

Waiting more than half an hour 

Increased my worries as the crowd became thinner.

 

A busy street! long black deserted and sleek

So different to look at midnight!

Stretched almost straight and then 

Bent to be lost in invisibility

Made it so feminine and mystic!

 

The hole day so much load and traffic it bears

Instantly reminded me the tired face of my mother!

I felt to embrace her and wish let her  take

Sleep rest of the night, undisturbed by any invader.

 

Feeling became so vivid and vibrate in me 

That street remained no more street

Nor even my mother,

It absorbed intensely with me!

I forgot my impatience or worries,

And what for I was waiting! 

Until my daughter’s voice startled me, Mom!’

Holding the opened door of  ‘cab
Looking back I slipped silently

In the cab that that rolled towards home 

Nor through the road 

But sliding on my supra -sensuous  being!.

Sipra's Diary: (Poem) " INCREDIBLE. SPECIE"

                                "Incredible  Specie "

 Human race campaigned four billion years

 With many more lethal viruses

But did not extinguished like dinosaurs

Or some other specie like mammoth or platypus

He still reigns over the creatures in the universe;

Then why in Covid-19 should we be so anxious?

 

Time leaps over the heaps of pandemic -corpse,

As if, passing over the bough of cherry-blossoms;

Utterly impassive of human traumatic conditions.

 If we can’t get rid of worries and fears of present virus,

Chariot of Time will carry us, defying all obstacles.

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Sipra's Diary : Success >. A blackhole.

 

Success!

All of us in this mortal world crave for 'success' , die for achieving success ! We don't think of the flip side of success. How much hard it is to handle success,..to digest success.

First success pushes to leap for more and then again to jump far more and then  to infinite 'more'& more ....,

That is why most  super -duper -celebrities doom in drugs,  in  frustration, even suicide . They feel alone in a lonely icy cold planet.

Starting from Plato, Michael Angelo, Leo Tolstoy , Newton , Madame Curie, Beethoven , Abraham Lincon, Emily Dickinson Steve job, Sylvia Plath, Van Gaug, or Michael Jackson great thinkers or artists  ended life as sad and lone persons.

It is better to have some failure like Robert Bruce and to get to be inspired to experience   success from failure through trial and error from the spider.

Failures leave ways to move forward whereas success has  either dead ends, or enters ultimately to blackhole!

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Sipra's Diary : "Art Of Arts "..>> [for"CADENCE>" FSPA-]

              “ART Of  ARTS”

Let the poetry be pristine 

And untouched by any  ‘art’  

As itself is the ‘art of arts’, 

Quintessential form  of heart.

Art is another form of artificiality:

 Alias of adulteration.

Let it sustain to express 

The freedom of mind without fear 

Not to be bound with 

Superstition, rules and regulation

Let her remain savage as 

Wild flowers, not to ornate 

With flowery language or 

Burdened with pedantic knowledge

Just like flowers bloom 

To spread fragrance ,

Let her spring the message of

Truth, beauty and goodness.

 

But who is there in near future 

to worry about the “art of poetry?”

In this digital age, as AI is ready 

To step in the literary garden

Who will appeal or protect I

In custody the  “Art” of poetry ?

If the ‘App’ in brain produces 

Poems of love, loss, laughter

From the AI factory, 

To replace the   Eden of literature!

Who cares for creativity?  

What future for ‘imagination’ ?

 

 Yes, graveyard is ready, 

 Coffin is waiting ………

 What epithet will be chosen  

 To inscribe on the tombstone ?........

 *”Step softly,  a dream lies here!”

                         or,

 * ”The best is yet to come !”.

  Of course , that epithet 

  Also has to be borrowed 

  From frozen cemetery or factory! 

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Sipra's Diary [:reposted]> Birthday Celebration in Bahama>1-2-2026

 

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.The added attraction for me was the event of my debut launching "EYEs Are Notorious"!

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,         big butt like tea-table 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 variety of halves..............    

whereas the men folk were in normal swimming dress.Because the poor folks  haven't any extra flesh on chest or butt to compete! 

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

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Sipra's Diary ( Humor Story):Blockage for Aspiring Writer-(Motherfu...")feb,2026

 

       Blockage for aspiring Writer: ' mother fu........r '

Saheb  reached central park little earlier; so he sat on a bench near the big golden statue, waiting for his friends Rasul and Amir. 

He took out the fiction' 'Hacker- mocker' from the side bag.  But his attention from the fiction  was stolen towards  a  young  couple who were walking with hands locked to each other lovingly. He gazed at them minutely  unless he got a slap on  his back  by Amir . 

He turned back startled !

Amir asked ," what are you looking so romantically?  

You are   absolutely duped! It  is wrong what are you thinking !

They are  gay couples, male-partners !"

Saheb:  "No, no. On  the  left side is a  hot female one : nice figure, delicate walking! I am little attracted  to them......!"

Amir- "Because you get only the back view, front-view is tractor -ridden-plain-landscape without any wave in body!"

Saheb:" You also get same view as me! What makes you to understand otherwise?

Amir.  " I can understand easily from the walking style!"

Saheb  "Then let me know that style !"

Amir,   "One who will walk like 'corgi-dog' with heavy swaying butt is sure to play female partner among the gay couple!"

Saheb took a last look of  disappearing  'corgi-butt'. 

Saheb: "Amir, I am interested to visualize  the swaying butt of an actual corgi dog."

Amir burst into laughter !

"OK. Queen Elizabeth has 5  Corgi dogs! We will enjoy Friday night on the Netflix show of the "Queen"  episode !" 

Amir added farther ,"I feel their  butts are so funny!as they walk"...

Saheb with dreamy look said, "I am waiting with excitement for Rasul

to come with my "manuscript"of first novel. His friend got some odd job  in a small  Publishing House . I have handed over my manuscript to him two weeks  ago."

"From my school life my  goal of life was to be a writer, a successful writer !  Rasul  gave me that hope of life ! I am so grateful to him !"       ......................

Amir did not reply. He knows well that  how much  crafty Rasul is enough to give false promise!.........

"Lo, he has come!"  

Saheb looked at Rasul with great hope. 

But to his disappointment Rasul conveyed ,

"I'm so sorry Saheb!" 

My friend in publishing House complained that  amidst  380 pages  of the manuscript  not in any  single place is mentioned the word   'fuck'.

I advised you repeatedly to put in the story enough 'spice' which means cocktail of raw sex  with slang words  and vulgarity ; otherwise theme  or plot is not  enough to attract general readers, understand?

To become  'best seller'   in US Publishing Houses  you must pack some juicy matter like illicit gossip, rape , 'fuck' in several chapters!...hmm...these are basic components, understand?

Such a novel without salt or spice will never be published in this country.  Rasul threw the rolled manuscript from his side bag on the ground in disgust! 

Saheb with insulted red face started to pickup scattered pages of the manuscript and murmured in contempt : it is a story of single mother struggling to bring up her children to respectable position in society......

Rasul cried out,  " Eureka!....snatched the dialogue by stopping Saheb. 

.... Why arn't  adding 'Motherfucker'?  

     It's mother-fucker!...perfect fit.

"Saheb , Try, try again using the word  'mother-fucker!'

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Two elderly women  passed them with walker little  ago ; they turned heads from little  far to hear the slang word "fuck". From the opposite side  a police van was coming and was stopped by those  women. 

Amir said to Rasul, "we will be arrested by the police for you! Look the  women seemed to complain something about us to the police !"

Watching it Rasul hurried  them,"Let us leave this place quickly by taking nearest  subway stairs !"

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Sipra's Diary: "BABURCHI"

                              BABURCHI ( COMIC)  W=543

Abdul   Khan was happy to be  posted as ranger officer in

 Rosulpur, Murshidabad . He was a widower with no issues . He owned  a doberman as pet . He loved wine and his pet. He was foodie and fond of classical music.

 

Every evening he  was addicted of taking a whole chicken cooked in plenty of butter & red chilli, roasted potato with a bottle of wine along with listening classical vocal music.

 He loves isolation more than socialization  except  Saturday night only that  he took tea after the lunch to chat with  some  colleagues but they al used to leave  before evening .

His old cook  Ismyle introduced  his niece Amir to him as his new cook before going home for serious  operation of his kidney which might take  three to  four  months to be cure . 

Mr Khan started liking young Amir more that the old one: pretty intelligent witty and able of delicious preparation. 

Mr Khan was not a kind generous man at all.  Shortly clever Amir came to understand his miserly nature. Mr Khan was frugal to treat with the household servants; though he was enough rich  and had neither wife nor any issue! 

Young Amir was a voracious eater.  He felt his mouth was full of water while cooking chicken in butter and rare aromatic spice.

Mr Khan spent long time to finish dinner; he ordered Amir to prepare the peg of drinks time to time during his prolonged dining hour; He praised Amir a lot about his culinary skill but  never spared or offered him a piece of chicken !

One day the spicy aroma of chicken  made  Amir too crazy to check himself from tasting it. He thought himself 'Mr khan might not notice  that out of  alcoholic intoxication. He Grabbed one leg-piece of the chicken out of greed  during cooking.  

He served the dinner on table with wine at as-usual time and  played a record of Mr Khan's favorite classical singer great bade Golum  Ali Khan! Mr.Khan was eating and listening music with closed eyes , exclaiming ,"a-haha!" 

Suddenly he opened eyes on his plate with searching look ; (apprehending possibility of interrogation)  instantly Amir pretended to be absorbed in listening  music with eyes closed! 

Clearing throat Mr khan asked ," Amir, where is the other leg- piece of the chicken? Go and fetch it from the cooking pan."

Amir  as if, woke up from melodic ocean! Scratching head he answered,"this hen had only one leg, sir !"

Mr Khan murmured with displeasure,'I never saw an one legged  hen  or turkey in my life !'

Next morning was Sunday. Mr Khan was taking morning walk with Amir on the river bank. Some cranes were waiting to  prey fish with one leg  hidden  under their belly.

Amir cried out in excitement , "sir, sir!please look at  the cranes! the hen also was like them with having only one leg!" 

Coming  nearer as Mr Khan clapped , the cranes flee away showing two legs visible!

"Hey I see them moving with two legs ."

 Amir replied,"But sir, you know the chicken was in that position of   one hidden-leg at the time of cooking.".................

 

   Mr khan couldn't but appreciate Amir's presence of mind!

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Sipra's Diary:....[. POEM] "Am I Nobody?"

 

     AM I NOBODY?    Sipra Roy      LINES   >40

 

When I came to New York as visitor mom,

First time I heard of Emily Dickinson,

As I visited Morgan Museum, where 

Her Birthday was going celebrated by the Museum.

 

I noticed at the main entrance,” Who are You?”

Written in giant letters, welcoming the visitors !

Though I was ignorant of the fact that it was excerpt 

From her verse, I was little confused but greatly hooked.

 

Inside the hall lots of excerpts from poems and poet’s portrait 

Were for display on the wall; my daughter took me upstairs

I noticed there a ‘poetry workshop’ led by an Interne of Harvard 

My daughter registered my name sensing my interest.

I enjoyed the class that sparked me to add  some thought;

“Who are you?  Are you nobody too? Then let us  paired.”

 

……….How nice to be self-banished

           Under the shadow of Nobody!

 

           The truth is that I crave to be somebody.

           Like everybody does on earth.

           When the eternal ambition of humanity

           Aims to shine  as 'somebody' that  remains unfulfilled

           Then seek shelter under the umbrella of  

           Familiarity   for comfort and self consolation.

          ‘ Of course grapes are sour, if it is beyond reach!’

           To be somebody is dreary .

           Why?

            As to bear the bug of identity 

            Paired with the crisis that 

            Runs parallel; 

            Chased by social insects,  name,

            Fame ,glories: maladies of modern time!

            Still achieving  dream through these maladies

            Is  the 'paradox' of life  !!

 

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Sipra's Diary: [prose]>........"AM I NOBODY?"

 

   " Am   I  Nobody-"- (  Prose )

I Have lots of projects in my mind to do  but at the end of the day I am frustrated to see  the barren land of my creativity,  an arid  desert spread with cactus . Writing   gives  me   joy but my relationship with  old  buddy of pen & paper  has been tragically  swapped by 

new  attachment with computer ; At the time of taking morning walk  or shower or 

cutting vegetables ,   fantastic ideas pop up  in me;   when  I  sit on the writing table I 

decide every time to turn back to my old buddy -'pen and paper' but novelty of new love 

magnets me to   surrender 'decision'  which  finally  collapses to   the alter  of  'Wish'.  In the tug of war between    thoughts,   ideas become either fugitive or lost.  While hand  moves  like snail,  ,ideas are  too speedy  like mail  to hold on.  

When I started to write blog ,I wrote them to improve my typing speed ; I wrote them for my own pleasure. After I joined some Creative  Writing  Class  I saw most of the members are published authors They displayed their books with hard binding & attractive covers!I became quite impressed  and  turned  me into fireflies ;  I spend much time to  learn computer    than to  practice  writing; I took free classes in library and senior center ;  All the seniors  were  interested to learn E-mail,  Face  book  games  photo shop and   not more than that.  I lost   my. several writing pieces  in " the.  trial a & error practice of "online' submission.   I.  applied    in New Yorker   magazine  ,Wall. street , as freelance writer  with no response ;  When I read some of my own   pieces   I patted myself  ;  It  leads me to think  that  all   famous   writers began their    journey   as "new'.... .  suddenly Emily Dickinson  came into my mind ; perhaps  she wrote it in her early period of poetic journey,a popular piece of poem to become cliche later on    "Who are you?......are you nobody ,too ?"

          YES!

 I am 'nobody;'.....but I want to be somebody.      [next]                                                                                  

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Sipra's Diary > [Excerpt from ]......"# ME TOO"

  MALE : AN ENDAGERED  SPECIE: 

 Now men have become weaker comparative to women. In fact, men are now endangered specie.  They are on the way of decay. It is not surprising that within a decade the male will be represented by robots which have already been introduced in the market. 

As weaker entity, now it is time for men who need rights for the support and protection from government [  …that was available  previously to ‘Female as weaker specie’  to counter false allegation]

 

 There should be some changes in constitution regarding marriage and divorce law. Nightmare of divorce has made the marriage system weak and brought 'live  together' ;without any marital  bond or obligation!… Contraceptive pill induced to  easy extra-marital relationship .These social vices spread  over rampantly after the feminine freedom since sixty years ago.

 

Men are afraid to marry in fear of divorce and thereby to avoid the burden of   alimony for wife and children which brings disaster to them both mentally and materially. Women are affected less than men do; though they suffer mentally but they gain materially by the support of law.

 

Male and female are two wings of a bird. If one wing becomes invalid, the bird can neither fly nor walk for survival.  Last three four decades children in America are brought up in the family where dominance of mother influences them more than the father. Number of single mothers have been large since female's  financial independency. Children need to grow up under the healthy  atmosphere  of parental love and care.  

 

Under female influence son-child tended  to become timid and docile than the girl-child who imitate the image of  mothers in themselves and tend to be 'amazon female' in future .They began to develop their personality from home which haunted them from nursery school to throughout academic life, career life and marital life. Neither absentee nor shadow and weak father-figure is desirable for kids!  

 

Biologically the son-child becomes male but psychologically docile comparative to  the girl, following the father-figure at home  from childhood. May be it is one of the cause that number of 'gay' people are rising up.

 This is not a good sign for any healthy society//or the world . 

Why the women, (not only the fashion-models ) use scanty dress to expose their body ? Isn’t it provoking to opposite sex? Isn't undermining the women as a class? 

Is it right to support the view of highest value  for  "Feminine Mystique’  that preached the commitment for women is the fulfillment for  their own femininity?

Why the women celebrities  of popular 'Talk Shows' never point to that? 

 

What is  the definition of femininity preached   by the feminist group?

 

 Is it a mass-hysteria, fomented by the man-hating fanatics?

 

It is an eternal truth that quintessential manifestation of women is in motherhood  and in making  a peaceful home, in spite of being involved  to whatever extend in the outer world. 

 

Moreover it is not to forget that men had great contribution to fight against government for achieving many of the Women Rights. Without their support and active help, women would have to put more effort and time to achieve desired goals.

 

  Did women ever thought to help or support male  in righteousness , without  any gender-bias?

 

Lots of women are coming out with “#me too. May be very soon some new compulsory 'app' will be introduced in the market for both gender to detect life time sex-crimes  as evidences to record the truth.

 

Why do only women enjoy unlimited power of   'sexual allegation” and never, the opposite?

Is it for the male “ego”! Still 'saved'in custody? 

Then w-ell !

 

Before “#hash me too” booth  propped up in every street corner  like Starbuck coffee shop, the men with their still 'stampede sediment manhood', can protest as antidote,…

”me too ##,”   on the opposite corner!!

 

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