Sipra's diary: : Blog-disaster

I composed in the last week a poem about 4th july along with  some flash-back memories.I wished to attach it with a photo of national flag  before posting it in my blog.
Yesterday night I tried  desperately to transport it from Microsoft words to google.After highlighting the piece as soon as I clicked,  my poem shrienked to be turned like a broad margin , as the letters became as small as dot.Then with a second click to "undo' ultimate  diaster came down; the poem vanished  like a genie in the bottle, but the bottle too was 'invisible'!I could not find my staff anywhere, niether in 'file' nor in 'document'. I  applied all my skill more than hour but could not rescue the poem or blog.
 I dashed my head hundred times between the  two  walls of 'clicking'"undo" and "redo,"and created more complicacy.
This is why I have  become"clickophraniac."  ....The mouse roams to and fro but my palm becomes numb before I click .  
The  draft of the poem is still in my note-book. But when I copy anything from note-book to internet, it always  changes.Even if I write it again,it will not be same as before. Also writing  depends on flowing mood of thoughts ;Once interrupted, it  may turn back  to somewhere else.
At last, I went on bed lamenting on my fault ,what harm  was  there  to leave the poem appeared as sleek and modern  like a  cookie-cutter super-model  ?

         I dreamt to be a block-buster,
         Instead I stumbled upon blog-disaster!
         And rolling down and down
         Through the sloping ground
         To the ditch of ignorance
          About internet  super-age!
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Celebrating birthday in the Royal Caribean Cruise

    We took a trip  to Alaska  in the last week of May  by Royal Caribean Cruise,named 'Radiance Of The Sea' for spending the summer vacation.
I love to watch sky, water, mountain; I enjoyed  all these  three together for seven days in the last week of May,  incidantly my birthday  comes on 20th May..
So  it was  quite phenomenal   at this age my Birthday  was celebrated in the cruise with warmth and luxury (that too,for two days!);  boarded on a  ship floating in the dark blue water ,watching azure sky and snow -covered mountain through the view-glass- roof and window, simply amazing!We boarded from Vancouver on 18th may. In the cruise  there were different events and programs other than movie music dance, from 11 AM upto midnight 2 Am.On 19th May,after dinner as I entered  to sleep after 12 AM, I was charmed to see the room was decorated artistically with coloured paper-works, festoons, flowers, fruits, wine with ice, nice B-greeting-card and a gift of photo-frame!Also figure of babe infront of a huge layered cake, all made out of towel,created novelty to decoration.On the night of 20th may also  some new figures like Ship, elphant, and a funny  swinging- monkey clinging the string of festoon from the roof were added. I took snaps from every corner of the room.
On 20 th May when we finished dinner inthe hall, the servers along with the crew manager came with  chocolate cake decorated with fruits nuts, surrounded by lighted candle sticks. On the center of the cake was written "25 " years.They  and the other diners of the adjacent table wished me with the song, as I blew  out the  candles.
The manager said jokingly," you are 25 years old, right?
I replied in the same tone,"Let me hope to be sweet sixteen next year, if my birth-day happened to be celebrated in this cruise in the same way with you!"
....As I am diabetic,I gave the cake to share among them.
The lustre spread from the 'Radiance of the sea' made my birthday memorable;not for the grandeur only ,but because for  the warmth of heart from the entire Cruise-Team, right from the participation of the captain in dance party, room-service, resturent service,variety of event-managements--everything superb!
 Cruise dis-emberked at Seward on the 7th-day. We felt sad and something missing, as we became close to the same team of room-service and dine service continuously for 7 days!
Like many others we decided to chose Royal Caribean Cruise  for the next year- vacation- trip:may be to Mediterranean or caribean.

 1.Photo in-           room                     2.In dining -hall.

Poetry ;; I lost my heart......

   I lost my heart in Alaska!

  For the NativeAmericans, it was 'Aly-eska'
 Which means 'the great land'!
 I wonder how visionery
were the ancestors by instinct
 To imagine such a potential name!

 Eon after eon the yellow metal remained
 Hidden under the glaciers
 unknown to the universe!
 But alas! as the river Yokon
 Carried some flakes in her bosom
 Flocks of greedy bees jumped upon.
 Some of them made fortune
 While  the most were burried in avalanche;
 Remained as martyrs in quest of gold-rush
            Without any trace.

To view White pass and river yukon
We, the eager tourists, were all aboard
On the narrow excursion railroad
Under which the  nature laid
 The frozen sepulture of thousand dead
Who once came from far and dared
To pave the way through this pristine land!

While we shared that tragic  part of history,
 offered by the crew guide,
Relishing with snacks and coffee in hand!
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When trapped in Failure.....!

  Failure can never be pillars of success;
  It only consoles one who frustrates.
  Alaska ,the great land-
  Charmed me so much
  My mind spinned around it
  and swam like a fish- in -aquarium!
  Since I came back my own home.

So I released my feeling
In ink, and in internet
To share with audience
 some exciting moments with photoes
Along with my blog but failed.
I struggled hard  to attach
The photoes, but in vain!
 At last I surrendered to give in!
                                                                                                                                         

Sipra'sDiary: New York (2)

          Every afternoon during my stay in New york ,it was a visual feast for me to sit beside the window facing to the west, and to drink the  beauty of the sunset in the river hudson; gazing at  how the setting sun sprayed magnificient colours with his enormous pastel throuhtout the sky; how the multicoloured floating clouds of different shapes flew gently  in one way by the wind, as if,carrying the message of the sun to some other corner of the earth!Gradually glare of colour began to  be dim to dimmer and  at last turned grey near the horizon; the sun ,perhaps unwilling to leave his beloved consort earth, kissed the horizon with  his last rays to disappear under the bosom of the Hudson,waiting for the next morn.

Sipra's Diary::NewYork ( Part-1)

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      I emember I landed to stay in  New York on the very  historically tragic  day of the nation ::   on 9^th sep,2011.  Right from the airport up to my building I was ruminating the horror of that inauspicious day inside, while outside gazing the ‘city with lights {that never goes off!}and the  flowing noisy cars and crowds on the road; Looking at the automated blue and crimson rays of light circulating over the city from

 WTC in memory of 9/11,I was thinking what was that divine power to be able to forget that sad day so quickly!  Did the circulating light penetrate to some hearts?  How much?...

   AS I reached and entered my one room rented  in high-rise building, my eyes caught the panoramic skyline view of New york along with the river Hudson through the huge glass-window, better to say glass-wall, which was just opposite to the entrance door.

“Wow!” Voice sounded simply, automatically  All   these days uptill now I did not put any curtain to   have the enchanting view   throughout the  day!

Then I rushed to the window and leaned towards road: The line of lighted cars looked small as (big) ants ; and I was elated to think me as if I were in the abode of heaven.

       A-ha, Just then, blue-crimson-light surged from the WTC bounced back touching from my window-glass with a silent  message,’ ‘All that glitters is not  gold!’

I could not sleep well on that night because the room was not dark enough as there was no window-curtain; Secondly because of the howling sound from the fire-trucks and ambulance running frequently to the Roosevelt hospital  which was in the same street of mine.

Every time I opened my eyes startled by those horrible sounds I looked amazingly that  the moon was gazing  at me, moving  from corner to corner of the sky, from east towards west.

           Simply thrilling, amazing!

 So long I needed to raise my head upward to view the moon and now the opposite! I relished  that sleepless night   on my moonlit -flooded bed ,blinking and playing with the moon romantically until it said “adieu!”

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A Romantic News!

What a good news! NorthKorea and South Korea both agreed  to be bonded in friendly terms .We have to wait  to see whether  this is a long-term-peaceful marriage or short-term fake  and fussy clandestine  drama!
The news flashed  a photo  in my mind....  so  someday snake and frog also can embrace each other  to start a new family .                                                    Most of we hold the idea that frogs  are innocent and docile which is not true.There are some frogs which are not less poisonous than  the snake .They also enjoy to savour  snake   as delicacy in their menu.                                                                                                                                                                                                                            
                                                  NB :photoes are taken from google.