Sipra's Diary : WOMEN POWER: Represent Modern American family.

 

Title; Represent modern American Family:: woman -Power

         On my daughter’s mobile screen the image of goddess Durga with her children and pets are saved. One day her colleague who sits beside her, asked curiously, "Who is this lady with ten hands, holding a long spear targeted at a muscle-man with  huge moustache?" asked her colleague.

“This is the goddess of our biggest festival in West Bengal. The goddess comes yearly, once, for only five days in the Autumn, in her Mother’s house, with all her children and pets.

“Why does she have ten hands, with weapons in each hand like a terrorist?"

My daughter jokingly replied,  'Perhaps to protect and control the two beautiful   young daughters and two young boys. She comes alone from Kailas from the Himalayas, struggling and killing demons and overcoming all obstacles  with courage and bravery. 

Actually, she is the symbol of “woman-power’. She has to manage home and family both!

“Is she single or widow?" asked her friend.            

 "No,No! Neither”--my daughter laughed.

"Then, who is her husband?"

"Lord Shiva"              

"What does he do?"

“Nothing! He has no responsibility for the family"

‘He takes Ganja (marijuana) with his pals, dances, and roams half-naked the whole day with a snake around his neck."

  "Oh!" her friend thoughtfully murmured "That sounds very similar to modern- day marital relationships!”

   

The famous feminist   Gloria  Steinam went   India  for research work   She stayed few  years in Maharashtra  for her research   on women's [the then ] status 

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Sipra's diary: 100tpc Open Mic 2026

 

 

Title:  Role of almighty Change

 

Change is the driving force

To push time towards future course.

In slow evolutionary process

Change comes  with soft steps

To align with  socio-cultural  stages

Just as   flowing blood in the body parts

To hold the social nerves without upheavels;

Capable  to pervade and sustain long ages.

 

But most religious and political changes

Are caused by revolutionary process;

Arises by mass dissatisfaction or evil’s instigation;

They come occuring war, death and decay,

Rock and knock the socio political  structure

To set up new one; not conscious of the potential blunder,

Both for human and the whole living race !

 

But the Avatar Time, like blind  bulldozer 

Crushes  all  except  rolling of  New changes.

Nothing left stale ,still, or stagnant in the universe.

We must be ready to accept  equally 

The“Change! “ whether black or brazen 

Like peace and horror, joy and sorrow ,day and night!

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Sipra's Diary: [ Short Story]>. Blockage for aspiring Writer............Sept,2026.

    Blockage for aspiring Writer: ' mother fu........r '                words= 627

[Main Characters   Rasul, aamir,  Saheb]]     police,  2 seniors 

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  satiric 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 my friend?  

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 style of walking!  She,She ,definitely‘she!’Can never  be a male ….I am really little attracted  to them......!"

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

Saheb:" You are also getting the  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 is  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 witness   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  nowhere   mentioned the word   'fuck'  which is a ‘must’  in any  fiction  of the modern western literature!

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...

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

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   snatched the dialogue by stopping Saheb. 

Eureka ! got it ,said excitedly.

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

     It's mother-fucker!...perfect  to  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: "Autumn" :[. season with nature ]

     Autumn: [ Season  with  Nature.]  [Sonnet ]

The sun bunks early from the sky 

As the Autumn steps on the earth ;

The leaves on plant tremble  in the air 

With cold and fear;..  red and yellow colour 

Add beauty to console but not to live longer!

Some dry leaves heap around their mother plant 

While other are scattered hither and thither    

It is fun to watch the whirling leaves by wind ;

The troupe of leaves in  colorful gown 

Run dancing, as if, after some invisible pied piper

Like crazy  mob or unruly kids to enjoy  fun fair !

The barren skeleton of  mother plant staring dumb,

Look  for butterfly to come, meet and mate,

For right season with  patience and confidence awaits,  

To bear  new  fortune with leaves, fruits and flowers.

Sipra's Dairy : "LAST. STOP"..............

   LAST  STOP :  

  Lines-23   sipra Roy     

 

Every  beginning is followed by closing ceremony,

Boom and bust in finance regulate overall destiny,

It pervades in every spec of the earth,

All phenomena come under same physical path .

 

In the prohibited  Garden of Eden

Information technology is the latest dragon

Instead of single bite /or byte      

The whole apple has been swallowed

Future generation with barren brain need to borrow

From them whatever they need to know:

 

What seed is left after the global rampage ,

For the future as product of knowledge?

Where to seek the holy seed 

In North pole Svalvad  or Microsoft  git-hub?

What will happen if it is destroyed  by some raging comet!

Will our beloved earth be empire   of sphinx or chimera

Or will be ruled by some alien from other planet? 

Will the story of Adam, Eve  and snake 

Finally would take refuge only in Bible’s  page?   

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Sipra's Diary: "Secret. Enemy"

 Secret Enemy  (  Poem)

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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, 

Detected the larking beasts in me are '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 two opposites forces: fear or hope! 

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: Poem> MOUNTAIN

                     MOUNTAIN > [ part-1]

The mountain, hard strong and stubborn

Stands still by its own, ages eon, not known

Since ages eon, he was still standing alone.

Sun, rain, wind throughout the season,

Failed to disturb him for long .

 

He was unaware that his body has crack!

One morning he was shocked but amazed

With the mystifying soft cooling touch,

Of some shiny silver-line of water 

Melting down through his crack!

 

Curiously as he broadened his heart—

Instantly foamy snow-white ripples of stream

Poured  down fluttering with new vitality,

And musical sound echoed all  around;

The mountain yelled, ‘don’t leave me alone;

Stop going far, stay embracing me, darling!’

 

Giggling and bouncing answered the stream

‘My life is in flowing!’ how to share you

How much fun and romance lie ahead 

To explore the pristine land, by cutting edge,

I’m never destined to be stagnant in one!

I can’t stop until I meet my beloved ocean.

 

 

 

The mountain could neither move nor yell

Only some pieces of rock dropped down

From his mournful cracked heart,

To be swept away by the flowing river!

 

The stream assured him humming as she running,

“I may come back to you some day,

If raging sun of summer elopes me 

In the windy chariot of floating cloud 

To be dashed against your lofty body

As shower of rain to calm you,  rocky dear! 

 

Though I’m not sure whether you or 

Your brethren  will give me shelter !

In silent pain the mountain remained mum

Only to swear silently, ’once  you come back 

I will captivate you in my deep heart 

  And never  to be released  at any cost .

 

               MOUNTAIN  [ Part -2]

Kind Nature kisses soothingly on

The crack of Rocky Mountain;

No sooner the cracks were covered

With  mossy green, soft and velvet;

Rain showers to adorn the Valley of rock

To fulfill  loving  Nature's wish !

With timber at bottom and rich greenery.

 Chirping birds gather to cheer up  in the morning;

 The peaks were crowned with silvery snow

To glitter so gorgeous  with sun's reflection

To make envy even the heaven!

Nature consoles rocky in her lap

"Are you happy now,  my son?

"your body is now covered with gorgeous green

The peaks glitter with silvery crown;

Wherever the 'restless 'stream flows down,

 Bound to wash your feet first until to  meet the end 

Lots of stream may origin from your bosom,

To  touch and worship your  feet

You are no more alone, my son!

Always be with flora and fauna for fun.

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Sipra's Diary: "Status Of Dog". [ from Canine Fable]

 

 

 

In the evolution of civilization, there are some distinct landmarks. Among the most remarkable was shifting to agricultural life from  that of hunter-gatherers': a giant leap;  men became settler which in course of time, created the ownership of land:  [ the root of all complications.]

Status of the dog also changed accordingly with the lifestyle of man. So long the pack of dogs moved with their tribe. Later on, some of them happened to belong to different individual masters, while some became stray dogs. But whether domesticated or stray, all of them were loyal by nature and adjusted in the community. A sense of duty 'to guard' and 'to protect' their masters' cause flowed in the DNA of their blood (no matter whether for individual or for the community).

    In the old days, keeping dogs as a pet was popular mostly in European countries first and not in Asian countries, at least in India. In old picture or movie, it was very common to see a white sophisticated woman and a man with a suit, boot, tie, hat, stick and holding a dog in the chain on street or park or a dog peeping its head from the window of a car. The royal family of Britain were very much fond of the dog as a pet and still maintaining the tradition. Queen Elizabeth-11 has favorite four pugs.

 

 In Europe, people could not take a shower throughout the cold season. There was no sunshine. People suffered from skin diseases. Dogs were kept to clean their bodies by licking; and relieved them from worms, itching and skin diseases. Dogs used to give the comfort of warmth and relief by licking with a soft tongue.

From the English literature, we can know how old was this tradition. 

 As the British set up colonies in various places, they influenced their culture also in those territories. But only wealthy and fancy people used to keep dogs as pets. In India, still, now, a number of stray dogs are random compared to pet dogs. These stray dogs survive on the left-over food from their neighborhood; they are night-guards, more loyal than salaried human beings.

 

 In my neighborhood of India, I have noticed from the balcony the dogs seems lying idly but started howling and chased after, if any stranger, especially hawker passed through the lane. I am amazed to notice their sixth sense. The same type of behaviour, if any dog from another zone come near to them. They are very much territorial.

Anyway, my focus of this article is how the people,s  perception has changed the status of the dog. So far the dog has been humanized; what will be next?

 

Will they be "divinized" also in the coming days? Egyptian sculpture portrayed god with the head of a dog and (also with the head of an eagle.)

Is civilization taking us backwards. ?

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Sipra's diary: [2026 ] "Reverted Pyramid"

  

                                        Reverted Pyramid

 A  Pyramid  form of society in ancient time was better than the  transformation  of “revert”  form of society !   Democracy is pushing towards that impractical imaginary dystopian future !‘

 “we are all kings” can be sung with profuse emotion but doesn’t work   well .                    

in practical life .

 

 If we think   society  as a living entity ,  head comes on the top and never at the bottom !

Bats!  

Poor bats; outlawed   bats!  I wonder why   Nature  is so cruel to punish them   to stay  by dangling heads downwards ;   is it for breathing  ?

 ……When human babies are born , the nurse  hold their feet  upwards ,like bats until they cry …[  may be breathing also ] !

 

In developed country  the society tends towards reverted form of pyramid !

 

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Sipra's Diary: Revival of Story-Telling >>>....[ A. ]

  

             [Revival of  Story-Telling,>. <AI ]

   Recently I noticed the media is advertising a lot in  support of story-telling.
I was thinking about it;
Our first literature  throughout the world evolved as aural and oral that is :story-telling. Scripture or written version came long long after it. we came about to know the pre-historic  life  of our ancestors through story-telling; it passed through generation to generation and spread  in  from community to community.
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The landmass of our planet was not same as we see it in present days. There were lots of drama:drama of destruction and  new formation in this planet due   to earthquake, volcanic eruptions, flood ,hurricane and other natural calamities  In the last Ice-Age (perhaps 10 thousand years ago) demolished not only living creatures and plant life but also the then  CULTURE and  CIVILIZATION .As a result community scattered in different lands and the stories also moved with them but somewhat  distorted or changed from the original ones due to different languages. Evidences of most oldest SCRIPTURES were composed not before 1500 BC to 2000 BC.  i.e..3500to 4000 years  ago from now.
Very recent, importance of story-telling  and poems is  yawning  up  from the slumbering tomb : a revival of bygone time !

Why? The social thinkers have got an alarming  message of 'threat' for 'future' from the Artificial Intelligence[AI].

Children of this generation are obsessed with technology.They like to spend their time with electronic toys ,i-phones ,legos  comics,videos more than the HUMAN  CONTACT.

My grandson is of 6 years only.I never saw him overwhelmed  to see me in the airport as we or children  of our time used to become !         If I embraced him he becomes like statue and feels free when he is released. Coming from school he enjoys the cartoon films more than to talk with me. All pages of his drawing books  are full of images of aliens;  When I tell stories ,he  is more concentrated to playing with the legos.

If this trend continues ,then within couple of generations  human will lose the power of  hearing and speech as machine will supersede over human ; It is a real threat for the future.! tTelling stories of personal life and from individual  voice /or composing poetry from imagination are the antidote to robot and AI.

It is not new that our society has  been always passing through passage of changes since it was formed. Once wheel of change goes on rolling, and rolling, gather so much  momentum  that it is hard to turn back.    

As individual autonomy superseded over  the authority of community , and the rise of micro-family  caused to dissolve  the traditional joint family,  Our society took a very much new form.

No doubt machines and technology made life comfortable .Women's' new role in the job-sphere  endowed them financial liberty and freedom but shook the plinth of family life and the marital relationship.

Latest concern is the rise of Artificial Intelligence :the Computer brain! !

Will the computer brain supersede the power of human brain?  Creator will be destroyed by his own creation?

Scientists,philosophers, physiologists all are now busy in calculating how much threat for future lie ahead and how to manage the catastrophe!

German Philosopher Hegel said  [in about 1800].... "Change Is the Only Reality;

it takes place in cyclic order. Regarding to political matters he predicted Monarchy,  Dictatorship, Aristocracy, Democracy etc repeats in cycle automatically. As no system is  flawless or perfect; they bear the seed of their own destruction  in themselves;  society detects it, brings change  by taking a changed course!

Society has an 'impetus' to feel the seismic vibration that  propels change in a subtle way; it is the invisible compound consciousness that fuels the  impetus : 

"Social Darwinism!"

The evolution of instinctive psychology in the level of social consciousness. But the problem is that there is no  tools like richter scale to measure the magnitude of  social seismographic pulse-beat. So random speculations, some factual and some imaginary that create fear.

So stories are coming back and not in old cyclic order as Hegel predicted; but as consumers' commodity in the market. 

It is rising as new  profession. They are selected on the basis of interview" and earn Money;   'Pearl of Wisdom' is the name of one such Organisation.

 Yes, story matters! 

It was the only effective  mass-media to educate and motivate the people in ancient time.  Socrates, Plato, Aristotle knew how to  use this powerful tools.  

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Sipra's Diary : [Poem]. "To Twitter, through mirror "

  

To Twitter, through  Mirror .  Sipra Roy. W=169/ L-29

"Mirror mirror on the wall,

Who is prettiest in the world?"

Twitter, Twitter surrounding the ether

Whom you prefer to be your master?

Do you wish to sing in your own voice,

Or to record other's like parrot,

Is your choice?

(If you have your own voice at all!)

 The message by your mild strike to the keyboard

Make others dance or scream, howl and roar.

How long will you imitate 

The  parrot from the golden cage?

Cage is, after all, a bondage!,

Depriving freedom’

Whether be it of ugly iron

 Or glittering gold !

 

Open the latch and fly high in the sky

 To blow clarion call,

to the sleeping Minds ;

Not in a lullaby twittering tune!

Be aware of the immense power

 That you can spell !

Don't give in yourself as

 An article in the ‘auction sale’ .

Don't be a deer who behaves crazy 

 By the smell of musk ;

Unaware that the aroma

His own body spells!

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Sipra's diary : Poem> >. DEATH"

 HAMILTON PROJECT : March18/2024

 #Poetry Prompt:              

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

  

Death! 

When did you have your first sting!

 

I remember when I went college-hostel, leaving

 

Home. I often woke up   with whimpering  

 

At midnight ,kicked by  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 

 

In his own ancestor’s home

 

My cousin brother took me direct 

 

To the burning spot  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 encountering   actual Death!

Sipr's Diary : "TRIDENT" .

  TRIDENT   sipra Roy                                                                                    

  Law of evolution universally dictate  three things:

   Origin, Growth,  Decay and a New beginning .

   Do Words also bear the same destiny? 

   Words captivated eons as seed in emotional thought

  Burst out from the womb of  sound as spirit of god.

  Only  human being distinguished  as the finest creation

  Was endowed this divine device 

    To express manifestation.

  Words culminating in language

 Flew as juicy nectar 

  To enrich   colourful  multiple

  Chambers of literature.

  History,Philosophy, Science  Art 

 And religion proliferated

 To  quintessential until 

The social  media, computer  invaded.

 With experiment of technology; 

 Human -machine hybrid flourished!

 But organic growth of  thinking power 

 Is adulterated and ceased.

 Modern world was  bewildered  

with achievement  acquired

 By 'Artificial Intelligence and  Robotics' 

That  turned us to  'intellectual pigmy'.!

It is high time   to save  our 'Originality' 

From  AI,  the Giant Slayer !

To rescue the next generation to be 

victim of Frankenstein the  monster;

 To protect with emergency our intellectual property

  Stored in art music literature,

To stop all-pervading 'App' to produce poems 

like casino coins, or Ideas as diarrhea!

We can't be back to 'Genesis' since 

Change in evolutionary process  is spiral.

Let simple old  stories, fables and sagas

 'Tie and dye' with future to  take revival!

Aren't  Star war, or Shreck are 

Metamorphosis  of Ancient mythological stories ?

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Sipra's diary: Poems [# 1]-- Sparkling Youth. [# 2 ]EXCERPT from "Art of Arts" .

 Sparkling Youth       

We are the angel, angel of change,

To light up new age,

We are restless, we are queer,

We often do great blunder,

Without least  fear.

 

We prefer  to be warrior,

Rather to be pitched as thinker,   

Courage fuels our power

To crush or create new future!

 

We dive deep to the ocean 

And fly high piercing the sky,

Dare devil  to snatch the lightning!

We are reckless, we’are  dazzling, 

Unfettered sparkling Youth!

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# {2}Art of arts .

Let the poetry be pristine 

And untouched by by any 'art'

As itself is the ' art of arts'

Quintessential form of heart!

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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 

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'?...

 Will it be:-

Yes, graveyard is ready,

Coffin is waiting.................

What  epithet will be chosen 

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

:-" Step softly , dream lies here !"

                   Or,

 " The best is yet to come ! "

Of course that ' epithet'

Has also to be borrowed 

From some frozen cemetery or  factory!

Sipra's Diary: " FIRST ALPHABET"

      

                                           First Alphabet.   [ESSAY-1]words:315

Language is the Oral expression of thought. How it can be retained

  i.e. to reserve as the evidence of the oral expression for the future?

Thought was invisible and very much personal and private.  Some 'thoughts' needed to be public that was  precious and useful for others to know and to  preserve for the future also. Otherwise precious thought will be lost  with the decease of individual or community.

In simple language   'Thought' needed  to  have some 'Form' , some 'appearance' to convey others and also to  save for the future .  

  Idea of Alphabet  appeared from  necessity; as necessity  is the mother of invention! To release the 'abstract' thought into  'concrete ' expression.

Human-being learnt to 'Draw' first to express his thought.  To express time  as day. they drew sun in the sky or night by drawing moon  and stars in the sky . Picture  of a boat  floating on  the river was used to mean that they are making journey on boat.

They learnt to draw picture  billion years ago. The mountain. and caves witnessed the  human skill   as artist .

So alphabet of any language appeared through a process of evolution!

Picture, drawing (better to say sculpture ),was the 'maternity-home' of

alphabet .At the very dawn when human civilization started crawling, he learnt to draw; He learnt to "decode"  thoughts by sketching picture . Among many nations [...like. wall in  pyramid   of primitive Egypt witnesses this  idea; also Chinese, Japanese ,  Korean, language etc,].    the alphabet they use is still  like pictures

In twentieth century some archeologists discovered some picture on the wall of  a cave in the northern Arctic land which was guessed to be of the pre-historic age. The historians noticed several  scattered skeletons  which were supposed to be the skeletons of children of different ages ; but one   was a skeleton of  woman;  near to her side    there were a heap of logs and wood .  And lots of crispy dry leaves, hay spread like (mattress )on the floor .

They discovered an amazing hair-raising  obscured picture on the wall; 

The lines were too  indistinct to observe, even with. special device!

They inferred a story from the bones :  A  mother with her four children was blocked in the cave-in a stormy day while the father went to hunt for the starving children. The snow storm  continued and became severe. To pacify the hungry  impatient children , mother drew a picture of  big wild pig hunted and carried  by their father ;  sitting in front of the hearth  surrounded by hungry children, with logs ready  to cook  she perhaps pretended to console them  with  the  story and picture that food was on the way. Father never reached ; outlet of the cave was blocked with snow ; the children and mother all died of prolonged fasting.  

 Picture revealed  how  harsh was the life of our ancestors!