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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Sipra's. Diary. : "Buds in Clusps". > [ Eyes are notorious ]

 Some poems are genuine---

Born  like fountain from the mountain ,

While some  are created 

Like test-tube babe in the lab;

Some are hybrid _

Fused with chewd matters;

 The old wine in new bottle 

 With added  sugar

Now it is hard to decide 

Which one to invite

To open her veil 

 In the mass-media site!   

The natural Shy one__

May not be shining,

Some what odd and novice

But they are very much

  From the heart of my own!

To appear in the publishing house

Should I ornet them with wordy glamour

And modulate with catchy costume?

Or find out some   mentor to censure the volume?

NO,Never!................

Rather let them remain 

As clusped -in -buds in my dark cupboard,

Until they bloom to spread 

Their fragrance in the air.

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Sipra's Diary : "New Age Entrepreneur">[ from. Eyes Are Notorious]

 

New Age  Entraprenuer.

In the near future 

No wonder will remain as wonder

Wonder will be a norm

Bereft of any “novelty” in form.

 

Myriad of scattered genius all around 

Huddle in an Olympic of intelligentsia,

Either to create  inundation  or  Inflation of geniuses

To  be wiped  out from the universe!

 

Now it’s time for the Commoners to rise up,

Upon the cemetery of crushed  past

And high tide for the awkward, backward

Who will be promoted to get Nobel Award!

 

There will be tough struggle 

To own the have-nots and disable

 Who will be the precious capital

For investment, in the market  for sale .

 

Very soon the enthusiastic  entraprenuer

May Jump to reign the market 

To cash on the best opportunity  

To crop up artificial disabilities .

 

The world will be over- crowded 

With   abnormal crippled human specie !!

Slumdogs are  upgraded ,  the dream of greedy billioners

The Hollywood –awarded movie is the eye-opener!

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*SLUMDOGS ARE BILLIONERS is a nobel-awarded  Hollywood movie made in a slum of Mumbai,India.  But  the director is  American .  The theme of the movie triggared   me to compose this poem.