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!

Sipra's Diary.>>."..MEMOIR , Democracy, literature ...."[. July,2026]

 

     [about Memoir,  Democracy in literature, ….

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Autobiography or Memoir is written on the basis of one’s ability to collect memories, as one needs to retain or mark the past events and images.

We passed through variety of experiences and covering the whole gamut of emotions in life: Joys and sorrows, love and hate, loss and gain.

 I take part in several memoir classes of seniors.  We share our stories with one another in memoir classes. The focus of most seniors highlight the negative side of life: Such as disease(like cancer),death of beloved near and dear one, neglected and tortured childhood, painful delivery of baby or loss of baby, unhappy marriage ending in divorce, victim of rape, racism, survival of holocaust and so on. These are really hard part of life which is too painful to forget. But isn’t life something more?

    Why fun, humor, at least  experience of occasional stupidity that are experienced in everyday life are so rare to  share  with  the readers to make  them laugh? Bright side of life  remain often shadowed in most memoirs. 

Chirle Chaplin once said,” A day without laughter is a day wasted; laughter is the tonic, a relief from pain. “

    Really, life is a tragedy when seen in close up, but become comedy in long shot; So better to view life not through microscope, but telescope. 

Memoir is a kind of psychotherapy. Sad moments loose the edginess through catharsis; it becomes metamorphosis in the process of long gap of time !

    In my perception literature is turning to be feminine in gender; female contribution in poetry, fiction, children’s book, and specially cook books and  memoirs  is greater/ larger than that of  the  counter gender. From the latest trend it seems to me that library and bookstores will be flooded with cook-books and memoir(of the female), except  academic books for the schools and colleges. 

Is it the future of our literature? Is it desirable at all in literary world?

It is global pride for the greater participation of women due to the development of  girls’  education..  But there should be balance in every field.

‘Law of diminishing returns’ in Economics is not desirable in literature at all.

Then what causes this imbalance or discrepancy?

Is it that interest of male is declining   in literature? Or, piles of cookbooks and personal memoirs are occupying/ (invading!) the intellectual field? In the battle of quality Vs quantity, the quantitative progress should be controlled; so that it does not   supercede  Quality.

It doesn’t indicate the uprising of literature.

 

Under the preference and blessing of internet, number of writers are growing  more than that of  readers. In this age of Podcast, Instagram,  spotify etc.  people have neither time nor interest  to read lengthy pieces . 

        Literature is same as the Garden of Eden; Whom to pray to save it from being occupied by weeds and parasites?  To Athena or  to Minerva? or Saraswati  or to surrender  at the alter of AI  or ChatGpt?

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Sipra's Diary: BANKCRUPTSY OF ARISTOCRACY

           

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Bankcruptsy of Aristocracy:  w:148/L:30--Sipra Roy 

 Awake Washington, awake Lincoln,
 Can't you see the new 'Towers of Powers'
 Actually announces your powerlessness'!
 Once the 'sniffy tycoon of 5th avenue,

 East Manhattan, J.P Morgan, Come out!
 Come out Rockerfellar, Carnegie Melon, 

 Bursting forth your tombs to save your land!

Look, some crimson red stars from your flag

Are becoming pale, losing past glare!
Your glory along aristocracy is shifting to strangers,
Who have the least contribution or legal claim!

The wind from the Atlantic  ocean
Carries the sigh, and cry of the river Hudson; So long
The view of Hudson was shared by the common!
But now the rise of mega-rich boom eclipsed the sun.

        Who is there  now to lead
The rise of New York's outrageous fortune
Trudging to the right path: as a tribute to the nation?
Recall the old spirits! recall  some neo- Rockefeller
                   For resurrection !.

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Sipra'sDiary: with commentary: " WAILING WAVES">

             "Wailing  Waves"

In the beginning this vast  earth  

Was Surrounded by only water of  oceans;

Our  earth  snatched land out of  it !

So ocean howls to scoop and  grab 

His  once  lost land to own!

Watching waves  of   the ocean 

Is somewhat like meditation!

Whether high or low no matter                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               To observe them is fun and wonder; 

How are they  restless and never tired!

The ocean roars in rage that echo

From  the shore up to the  sky

To convey the message :

"I store so much spirit and romance

 In the depth of my wounded  heart,

 I felt  helpless for my robbed part.

  So throughout my life 

 I am restlessly howl-- 

Dashing wildly against the shore

Burst fourth my emotion in silvery foames 

And run along to convey my eternal message,

--"  I love you , I miss you !"........ 

Let me win to own you once again!..............

COMMENTARY :

Last few years the drumbeat for predictions of the modern age about future apocalypses is buzzing : Global warming , ice -melting , climate change,   environmental pollution,  swelling of the ocean water   causing frequent  flood  and deluge have   become alarming to public  concern. Though climate change is a repetition of the old historical evidence since Noha's ark  of Biblical age

Water! Where life bubbles first, is becoming a terror! The earth was

surrounded  by water  in the beginning of creation!

One  fourth of the land we are living has been  once robbed like pirates, from the ocean .

Since then the ocean roars in fury and sends the Waves like a fleet of armies to get back  his  lost land , to reign over the planet earth ,to monopolize  on earth!

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Sipra's Diary >[PP] Poem : " REGRET"// July ,2026

                         Regret 

 To become  more pure, even gold

Needed to be melted  more !

 Human soul, too, becomes enlightened  

If it is tormented more by emotional fire.

Regret generates from ‘forgive and forget’

We can't forgive until we are tormented,

Lament is self-repentance by inner judgment 

And not by any outer element!.................

 

I regret so many times for failure of not doing,

What I wished to do for some near and dear ones;

They passed away in silence without any grievance.

I can't forgive my lackluster or deliberate  negligence!

I regret for counting  meaningless sentimental thorn;

Which is tiny, still enough power to prick pain!

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Sipra's. Diary : @@@ MONOLOGUE>. 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, games ,   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?

                                                                              "Wading in water,/Wading in water".......

Sipra's diary : " Am I Nobody?"-----[July ,2026]

      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.”

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 (Self ):-

……….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  often remains unfulfilled!

            Seeking  shelter  under the umbrella of  

           Familiarity  for comfort and self consolation.

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

           To become 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:. " Wilds are no more wild "> ]July 2026]

 Wild Are No More Wild 

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      Can you imagine dragon as pet? Yes, I Have eye witnessed it.. People now started loving dragon which was once terrorizing carnivorous animal!

 

Millions and millions of years ago before the arrival of human species, giant dinosaur and dragon reigned the earth.

 

. Through the passage of time, most of them disappeared by nature’s selection; but some scientists think that some of the species are still living.. Through the passage of time and eco-environmental influence the shape and size of their predecessors changed.

I was invited to my son’s friend house in Austin, Tx. I saw a huge empty glass-box in the drawing room that looked like an aquarium. At first sight, I thought all fish in the aquarium  were dead.  Emily the owner of the house made it clear to me that it was the dwelling place of her pet dragon; actually, it was luxurious glass-apartment with two artificial caves and cactus pebbles shells scattered around the glass house.  the dragon was sleeping  inside the cave of the aquarium.; A white cement or( brownish ) coloured creature seemed to be, 4/5 pound by weight.                                                   

“Is it its sleeping time now?”

“No, no, perhaps the heat of the summer makes it tired; it is relaxing the coolness of A.C. “Emily took out the pet in her lap dotingly to give it the comfort of coolness directly.

 

“Wow, what a surprise!”……….Though inwardly I was feeling disgusting and full of irritation!

Like a human baby with head near the shoulder of Emily and clutching the dress on her chest with claws of two fore-legs, by moving its neck  started looking at us with unwelcoming glance  and relactance , but surprisingly not curious!  

 

    I thought with much disgust  ‘what for it is tired! …,…A creature once living on the rough surface of rocks and sand of the earth and praying hard for its food in the jungle and now being treated like a prodigal son of a wealthy man!’

 

But outwardly I asked politely “what does it eat? “

“live cockroaches, worms insects.  It never takes anything dead,” Emily declared quite proudly. As if its food habit is sophisticated!While we were talking, the dragon was taking a tour from lap to lap of the kids and finally to the lap of my daughter-in-law who was giving massage to its back. 

Emily said to me joyfully ” Look , how it loves massage; it loves Karen because it gets massage from her .”

I said, “yes its eyes are half-closed in physical ease.” Karen is a high rated chiro practitioner and this carnivorous is getting ‘free service’!
"Lucky star"! .She handed over it to Emily.

 I noticed its nails are long and sharp enough to pierce our skin like a surgeon’s knife. 

“How old is it?”

“Three and half years”.   “Is it a female?”      

 “No, male.”   “ How do you define its gender”?  Emily pulled one of its hind legs with some white lines that emit some odour which the only fellow female partner gets. 

“How do you know so much about them?  From   the internet or book?”

“The owner of the pet shop supplies all this information to me.

Has it any children?”  “No, I never took him to a pet shop for that purpose.”

 I said to myself ’thank god”! But throw a comment jokingly So you compelled it to forced celibacy”.

Emily informed  “dragons don’t like community living. They began to fight as soon as they meet another one”.

I was watching closely : a combination of little white cement and light brownish in colour; it looks  very clean and as fresh as just  as taken  a shower; two  distinct  ear holes, as big as human;  the bow-shaped  mouth stretched from left to right  nearing  below the ear-hole; two big drowsy eyes with poetic and romantic glances !

Observing my curiosity and interest Emily asked me,” Do you want to take it in lap?”

“yes “. I stretched my arms.

As  Emily made herself free from the clutch of claws, the dragon opened its mouth for yawning and I saw a clear hole like Comodo in its long tongue.  I screamed and jumped back to the wall by instinct;
Noticing its tongue   I asked in panic  ,”does it spit ?”

“Yes, they spit ; but this fellow doesn’t..........

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SIPRA"SDIARY :[PP "Organic Mask. July 2026

" Organic Mask 

 

The great contribution of Covid-19 

Was to introduce mask Universally.

But can any mask be stronger than pretension? 

Which is monopolized by only human clan

Except the innocent baby and fool or frenzied person?

 

Pretension is a tricky art to camouflage emotion;

Anger, envy, fear or tear are hidden 

Feelings are shared constantly like a chameleon.    

Fake or truth of life, both flows along 

With the game of multi-layered emotion!

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Sipra's diary : >"SINGULARITY". [from my debut "EYES ATE NOTORIOUS" ]

 

 SINGULARITY ReSipra Roy 

                  

Bond of bio-sex knells the bell;

This is the last generation

Of male and female 

As their  love turns out to be

Burnt out candle!

 

The New age opens the screen 

Of new emerging gender –‘singularity’  

Singularity is the only answer of future!

 

What causes this great fall? 

Who will make   Humpty- dumpty 

Together   again?

 

Nature is no more their cupid

To unite them, as it failed to cope with

 The deal of birth control ‘pill’.

 

The pill shook the   marital plinth,

Losing the key of that sacred  fidelity

Which sustained the strength of age-old link.

 

Is there any chance to retreat

To the lost pavilion 

To play in the Garden of Eden

For a New start again?

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Sipra's Diary : "SOCIAL AVALANCHE". [ From EYES ARE NOTORIOUS]

  Social Avalanche ........ Re Sipra Roy

 Poem#4. W=228/ L.46 

Golden days of marriage are by-gone 

Now sex is only fun.

So long marriage sustains 

On the goal of raising a home 

Which is on the verge to bid farewel .

 

A shocking shift on the marital landscape,

What happens in  America  today, 

The world   will follow  next .

Unleashed female freedom 

Ultimately  changed  the ethics of society’s  norm !

 

Now children are born outside marriage 

Without social stigma, bold virgins manage!

Willing virgin buys egg  to be mother ,

Borrows from bank, like clothes or car!

 

Babe-business is flourishing;as shopping mall

Run by enlightened creator of potential living doll!

Bank babe, lab-babe , tube babe   and    

 Babe of High-ranking company with brand !

 

But nobody knows that whether

Babe with, or without, any brand 

Shall become moth, wasp or butterfly

When in future they become adult! 

 

Without real parent or family

Yet life will flow in eroding valley…………….

Who knows what shape or fate will get 

The future of this human race!

 

In the new demography,

Where to find the biological babe?

Must be coiled in some neglected corner 

Of   dark unprivileged third world

Hatching for another spiral evolution!!

 

Conference after conference will be held 

To decide which one of the two sets:

“Natural selection” or ‘Artificial adaptation’ 

 Will be the fittest to survive ?

Awaiting for some new Darwin to decide !

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Sipra's diary : " STAY FAR, STAY SAFE"..............

  Stay safe,   Stay Far from the crowd.

There was spectacular 'Coronation- celebration' of the young prince of Han dynasty after the sudden death of the mighty  emperor.

 The young prince felt  proud  to be the emperor  by luck. After  having coronation he felt his subjects, soldiers  of  defense  were most benign and obliging to his sublimity.

One day he said boastfully to his minister, " I think all subjects of the empire are respectful as well as afraid of me also [as that of my father],   isn't, minister ?" 

Minister replied ,"that should be apparently, me lord! 

but it seems  to me that even the strongest military  males  obey their wives  as they are afraid of them most!" But noticing the displeased facial expression of the emperor the minister suggested ,

-" let us take a test to become  sanguined of yourself , me lord ."

-" That's a good idea.!" the emperor replied.

The young emperor asked the minister to announce in emergency a mammoth gathering of  all people of his land  to be present at 2:pm, next day. He wanted to take them a  test of bravery and  obedience to the throne !

The minster obeyed the order.

 

Next day the people gathered in the court  with  full of apprehension.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

The Minister announced that the emperor wanted to take a test of  bravery as well as their  "loyalty" to the new emperor  and the land. "Now listen carefully:--

1).Those who obey  the emperor  as 'supreme power' ,they must run towards the Riverside as soon as the bell  rings :

2)...The others , [if there is any !] must  go towards the mountain!

   Remember , it is not a fun as sports but  an Obligatory drudgery.          The winner will be awarded for bravery & loyalty.

Now be ready and stand up in the white- marked line."

With the sound of whistle  the mass started running like school kids and crowded on the river side. 

 

The young emperor with bright smiling face began to pamper his own silky beard !

The  riverside crowd cheered  after coming back with slogan,   

'long live our new king '; 'we love and obey  our  king, etc !' 

Each of them were given  half gold-coin and a metal Dragon-badge.

Minister reported the emperor :  ' I see a single man still standing on the opposite  , near the mountain side  alone .'

The minister handed  over his binocular  to the emperor  for verifying.

The emperor looked through with frowned eyebrows.

The court was calm & quite as the huge crowd left, praising the glory of the emperor. 

The man on the mountainside was summoned by the emperor .

He looked  like a skinny short structured  man.   He began to tremble trimendously  before the throne of emperor . 

The  emperor in rage asked him, 

"Why did you go towards mountain?

Aren't you afraid of me?

The man fell down to the feet of emperor crying ; but  replied  ,

"Pardon me  Lord ! ..pardon...

Before coming to palace,  my wife warned me, 

"listen! never follow the crowd ; deserted place is always safe  to stay ; 

......As the   river-side was crowded,  So  I went to the opposite  side [mountain side], following  my wife's order!"

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Sipra's diary: "NEW AGE ENTRAPRENUER">>2026>> [ from my Debut "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,

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   deformed crippled human specie !!

Slumdogs are  upgraded: the dream of greedy billionaires

The Hollywood –awarded movie is the eye-opener!

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*' SLUMDOGS ARE BILLIONAIRS' 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.

 

 

 

 

 

Sipra's diary : Poem> "NOTHING"

  

                         Nothing ! 

       To me nothing means no-thing 

       Non-existent, absence of something.

       But the concept of nothing   has been 

       A matter of philosophical debate from ancient time.

 

       The Hindu Scriptures think it in spiritual color;  

       Which is confusing for us : the commoner!

       ‘Nothingness is the ultimate source of knowledge’!

       Beyond which nothing else remains to be known!

       Isn't it enough fussy to pitch us in confusion? 

       Like Shakespeare's Much Ado about Nothing?

       We are so much possessed by our possessions

       Home, car, credit card, cell phone: the  latest lung! 

       The view seems always vague and abstract 

       But not questionable, unless the great scientist

       Einstein, the Nobel-prize winner also supported

       And became himself a great connoisseur !

       Since then "Nothingness" achieved deeper layer,

       Ignorant or innocent gain now the passport  to shelter 

       Under the same canopy with the philosophers !