Poem for POETS'GATHERING AUTUMN NOV 4,2019

             POEM :AUTUMN  ( 2019 )




At last, disapproving global warming,

Autumn has knocked on the door,

Though little late, but no way to escape

From the grip of Nature's routine.

The wind whispers the message

With chilli touch to the  palpitating  plants

That it is time for losing all her offsprings;

The leaves: who are  turning yellowish

And  are trembling in fear to bid 'goodbye'

 To family  friends and siblings;

The mother plant console them not to become upset

She will bring   them back  to her lap  soon

With new life and added vigour of the spring

Welcomed by twittering birds and fragrant flowers!
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Sipra's Diary :Enigma of the Financial world.

       The financial world is a giant gambling place almost like a casino in Las Vegas. But far more complicated to apprehend, far more fatal. Because it is planned and operated not by any lifeless mechanical machine but by the Frankenstein's brain -in -human and affected the lives of all people in the country; no matter whether people are willing to join or not,, they become 'part 'of the gambling game and not as mere 'viewers' but receivers or victims. With the advent of globalization, the after-effect is not limited to one country but affects globally. As it has been a cliche that if the butterfly flutters its wings in one corner of the sky, it may cause a tornado to other parts of the world.
In Casino game, there is an option for the people to choose whether they wish to take risk of playing or sit to enjoy as viewers ..

Financial World strides with pride differently; it is not based on any strict Principles of ethics or scientific method. Perhaps no scientific formula works! The target of the Financial world is only to create wealth. It is not based on the formula of 2 +2 =4. When  2+ ever-oscillating behavioural psychology of customers are added to the power of 2, then the outcome might be 40  or only 0 instead of a' definite 'result of 4. There is no way than to watch patiently for the future.  

That is why this zone is very volatile, and uncertain.' Boom and Bust' is their banner; Resembles true character and fate of bubble! This is the tragic paradox where we have to live and survive. 

In 1950s Carlos Ponzi, an Italian swindler became a billionaire  by following a theory like "Rob Peter, pay Paul ".It became popular as' Ponzi-scheme', not only in the western world but in other parts also proliferated. Multiple bonds of similar type were sold. 

In India, there were Peerless company, "Sonchoyita", "Sarada'. 'Techno-India'"  Money-Matter, Rose valley and many others, It benefitted the middle-class and low middle class as well as the founders who became a millionaire  in a short period.  But "Sonchoyita' "Sarada "no more exist. They melt down suddenly with scandal. Some of the founder father ended life with suicide. Those who were efficient they escaped by changing their skin or colour by swiping money to another field Best way for these swindlers to escape is to align with some non-profit organization, a hospital for destitute, Old Home etc. Peerless is still reigning with prestige by investing in hotel hospital real estate and another philanthropic field.

It  is really confusing to me to understand  the relationship between 'corruption' and the booming economy of a country.................

"India is rising,"China is rising"!All the so-called rising countries are known as "BRIC" notoriously dishonest and full of criminal activities.
In my limited experience, I noticed that since 2005 the people we knew as 'poor' suddenly climbed a higher economic ladder. Many house-maids in our neighbourhood borrowed money from householder they worked,  for making houses on the land got from the government in the outskirt of the megacity.........

Is the mathematical formula of uprising economy is based on 
corruption?

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Sipra's Diary : Mission.com and View of I Q

                                                                   IQ


It is good to know from Mission.com  that even big companies like Google, Apple and others are looking for new trend other than the traditional ways of grade and branded University for recruitment in their companies. Welcome to their new venture .Many times ordinary people do extraordinary job in solving problem if they are given chance.Of course, IQ covers one's 'presence of mind', but 'presence of mind' is something more: it is 'apprehension' coupled with the powerful ability of solution which needs individual's passion, and IMAGINATION.But mostly the talents of these people remain  under the shadow of big bosses or lost as unrecognized.
The grade and branded university should never be undervalued to keep up the standard ; but  if others with  creative minds are selected to be interviewed  parallel with them,then brilliance of the brilliants will shine more .Like the story of racing competition between rabbit and tortoise, brilliant will not be too confident  about themselves to win and rest under a tree like the over -confident  rabbit. Instead they will always be on alacrity to save their ego of superiority, which is beneficial to the companies they give service.
Another scientific fact about IQ is that its span is from 9months to 9 years of age.  There is an adage that if you don't learn at 9 years then you won't in even at 90. (In Bengali,"Jaha noi noye,taha noi nobboye").
So IQ doesn't develop after the 9 years of age  but  other mental faculties like thinking ,feeling, and willing go on change  forever: they may  either develop or deteriorate.  So people of average IQ but mentally enriched have  high potentiality to exhibit  miraculous excellence in their designated sphere.

A Poem in the poetry month TITLE :THe Spirit of Icarus

                '  O SOLITUDE":SIPRA ROY
I found my Pegasus, anchored in solitude,
                My oasis of solace;
Whenever I wish I can seep under your shadow,
          Even amidst the bizarre crowd.

         O solitude, I owe so much to you!

My own piece of sky through the window-glass
My own piece of hidden pain or secret desire
             That I don't want to share!
Let me sit a while,- me with myself alone,
                  Just face to face
            And cherish my narcissism!

 If ever the noisy universe  as an invader
 Shatters my dream-island of silence,
 And I am at a loss with broken antenna
 O solitude,
 Please be my lighthouse!
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         TITLE:    THE    SPIRIT OF.    ICARUS>.  Phoenix. Bird

    Icarus , you didn't die,

    Your vive is imbibed in immortality,

    Flows  in the blood  of your successors,

    Like phoenix out of your ashes came out 

   Millions of miraculous illumined minds ,

   With youthful vigor and more power

   With new app AI and sunscreen cosmic apron,

   As  Spirit of Icarus ,vibrant in new generation-           

   Building shelters in space -station .

   Aspire to access far deeper than the mythical  figure......                                                                                       

   To unfurl the mystery, layer by layer

   Far beyond the horizon !

   Not a land of Utopian fantasy, but 

   Attempted to achieve the unachievable

    (where devil dare to encroach )

   With a dream to clean and cool the ozone layer,

   For saving the Mother Earth from global warm !

    Icarus! Your   unfulfilled wish is  //(blooming //revealing. )to be glorious.!

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>uu>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>....                             Icarus is a young boy of Greek mythology. His father made for him wings  and attached on his back with wax. But warned him not to go too near to the sun.because it would melt the wax and  might  cause  his death.  But Icarus flew too high near the sun   ignorig father and turned into ashes . ....Curiosity kills not only cat but also limitless passion and ambition   of  humanity .

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Sipra,s Diary: SEP 14,2019

                                                               Saturday,  Sep14,2019

Today is the birthday of my son. I wished him on the phone.
 Alexi came at 10 AM. She took me to the Down                                                                Saturday,  Sep14,2019

Today is the birthday of my son. I wished him on the phone.
 Alexi came at 10 AM. She took me to the Downtown by train. I like to train -ride but I  get chance to do seldom. We dropped at World Trade center I stepped out from the station, I saw huge crowd, mostly tourists gazing and taking snaps of a  group of Arabian horses with a uniformed cop sitting on the back of each horse row of horses stood almost like a statue in a semi-circle  It was really a spectacular scene. I asked Alexi and some other tourists why so many horses gathered here. They don,t know. We viewed from the back with their long-haired tail looked really amazing! I told Alexi to take a snap of the back-view. We crossed the road to take photos from the front. I came to know by asking the police that It was Brave Hearts Trail To Zero" ride to end veteran suicide. Inspired by other tourists I touched a horse and took several snaps. I was charmed to see the architectural beauty of the station and surrounding towers and buildings.
   This is the second time I came to this place since 2015! I just walked around the colourful joyous crowd of tourists and savour the festive mood, as well as the nostalgic memory of trauma, happened on 9/11. The splendour and magnanimity of the present time masterpiece architecture bear the powerful spirit of New Yorkers' and its leaders'; how strong is the will-power of people to rise head defying the devastation. This place reminds me of that unique challenge! I picked up two dry leaves dropped from the tree of the park in front of the newly built twin towers, as a token of memory.

I was walking through Fulton street and my feet stuck in front of the building   "Conde Nast!".
I asked the uniformed security guard standing in front of the building, "Is this the Publishing House of "New Yorker Magazine also"?

He replied that he would not give any information.  By this time I saw a man entered the office, I asked: " So can I go inside?"..."It is closed today"...
" I know that, but there must be someone who works on holidays also! I wish to meet some of them.
 "Do you have an appointment?"
"No!"  The guard nodded his head, "Then you can not"!
I was feeling irritated with Alexi as she interrupted me and told impatiently," it is closed on Saturday; let us go to the station to go back home.
To me, Publishing houses are like shrines. And I could not enter.  !Anyway, I decided to come on some other day.
On my way back  there was not a single tail of the "BRAVE HEARTS TRAIL.........

Town by train. I like to train -ride but I  get chance to do seldom. We dropped at World Trade centre I stepped out from the station, I saw huge crowd, mostly tourists gazing and taking snaps of a  group of Arabian horses with a uniformed cop sitting on the back of each horse row of horses stood almost like a statue in a semi-circle  It was really a spectacular scene. I asked Alexi and some other tourists why so many horses gathered here. They don,t know. We viewed from the back with their long-haired tail looked really amazing! I told Alexi to take a snap of the back-view. We crossed the road to take photos from the front. I came to know by asking the police that It was Brave Hearts Trail To Zero" ride to end veteran suicide. Inspired by other tourists I touched a horse and took several snaps. I was charmed to see the architectural beauty of the station and surrounding towers and buildings.
   This is the second time I came to this place since 2015! I just walked around the colourful joyous crowd of tourists and savour the festive mood, as well as the nostalgic memory of trauma, happened on 9/11. The splendour and magnanimity of the present time masterpiece architecture bear the powerful spirit of New Yorkers' and its leaders'; how strong is the will-power of people to rise head defying the devastation. This place reminds me of that unique challenge! I picked up two dry leaves dropped from the tree of the park in front of the newly built twin towers, as a token of memory.

I was walking through Fulton street and my feet stuck in front of the building   "Conde Nast!".
I asked the uniformed security guard standing in front of the building, "Is this the Publishing House of "New Yorker Magazine also"?

He replied that he would not give any information.  By this time I saw a man entered the office, I asked: " So can I go inside?"..."It is closed today"...
" I know that, but there must be someone who works on holidays also! I wish to meet some of them.
 "Do you have an appointment?"
"No!"  The guard nodded his head, "Then you can not"!
I was feeling irritated with Alexi as she interrupted me and told impatiently," it is closed on Saturday; let us go to the station to go back home.
To me, Publishing houses are like shrines. And I could not enter.  !Anyway, I decided to come on some other day.
On my way back  there was not a single tail of the "BRAVE HEARTS TRAIL.........

Man proposes and God disposes.

Man proposes and God disposes

I learnt the above phrase in school-life. It knocked my mind as I thought to divulge my recent experiences of the "Jordon trip" which was offered to me as my birthday gift. I had no clear idea about the history of Jordon except that it is situated in the Middle East. We landed in Amman, the capital city of Jordon. What I experienced was really amazing! From the highest point of Mt Nebo, ( the burial place of Moses in a Cathedral )I visited, to my surprise, the border of Syria and Egypt, river Jordan, Jerusalem, border of Palestine and the serpentine path through which the Roman came, then Dead sea.
I asked the driver "so, how do the people of Amman eat, drink and sleep, surrounded by these lands of living volcanoes which are terrorising to the whole world. How is the king ?"
The driver replied, 'Jordan is a very peaceful land; the king is loved and adored by the people."
We stayed for ten days and travelled almost all the visiting places taking from Petra, Wadi Rum desert in the north to the Dead Sea in the south via Bethany where Jesus was baptised. We spent in the dead sea Resort for three days from the Resort we reached the well-planned city of port Aqaba in the Red Sea. The water of the Red Sea is very calm and clear. We took a boat -trip. The centre place of the boat-floor is made of glass, surrounded by chairs, only limited seats of 20-to 25. In the 3 to 4 hours' journey, I witnessed, to my delight, the sea-bed with a variety of sea-weeds, corals, school of fish, the broken aircraft of war as old as 50years back, a drowned burnt- ship: that became the abode of sheltering fish and corals. Some weeds and corals were so tall that it seemed to me that the glass floor of the boat would touch and might be broken. It was really beyond my dream that I would experience the sea-bed like that of Discovery channel.
This visit of the holy land of 'honey and milk' as described in the Bible' was not merely a visual tour for me; I was diving deep parallel into the labyrinth of the time-zonal ocean. As if this tour was predestined for me by some supernatural spirit. I decided to craft a mosaic of fact, myth and imagination of my 10 days' experience. Throughout my journey, I went on weaving the tapestry of the ancient stories in a modern context. I would resume my journey of writing as soon as I would be in New York.

The day I reached New York I came to know that my youngest brother had a cerebral attack and in a coma stage. he was admitted to All India Medical College of Delhi but all the efforts of the doctors ended in failure. My brother was selected by the AIMS to take the prestigious award as best doctor  of the year....but god disposes of........

In our 10 days' tour, we visited all the historical places of Amman.
I wrote down footnotes so that I can write the travel story in details after coming back.

But now my mind turns to flow in `some other way to seep in the deep  moist land  of memory ............ 

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Sipra's Diary: 9/112019 Was it a day for clapping?

          

Yesterday  (9/11) I went up, as usual, to the Lincoln centre for my morning walk. As I proceeded towards the fountain I noticed audience, artists and musical instruments. I stood up there and became a part of the audience.
More than 100 professional dancers, all in white dresses took part under the guidance of a dance company The group -dance presented the tragedy in physical expression excellently, The program continued from 8:30 to  8 45.with one minute silence.

So far was good.. I startled when the audience started clapping in praise of the artists at the end.  I felt so bad. Is this day of national tragedy, a day of an assault to humanity is appropriate for clapping?
..........It is surprising that people forget the occasion, the reason, the significance of the day; of their 

gathering! Most of the audience were white people ;some of them were morning walkers and became part of the audience like me; but ARTISTS were mostly multi-national as I guessed from  their  appearance and names  except three or four.

(Continued.)....

               Another stained  9/11 stepped in the ; in American history I wrote the above article last  year.  Last night I asked my daughter that why  I don't see the  rotating lighting from the WTC in memory of the 9/11 as past years? 

My daughter informed that lighting is still there but we couldn't see because we have shifted to the other side . 

Today right at 8: 47 I heard music of bell from the neighborhood  church; Again at 9: 15 the same recorded   instrumental  music. In.  the sad and terrible memory of the two flights that hijacked the WTC

It seems this black spot has been fade from the mind of the most New Yorkers other than those who have lost  their near and dear ones  quickly . .Blessed are those who have the power of forgetting and to stand on the present .But I am on the opposite side of the pole. . Perhaps I walk back  step .I am unable to forget 

such deep-rooted scar. 

I will publish the renewed  edition of the same blog every year as tribute to the memory.

People are more emotional about "BLACK  LIVES MATTER"  hilghting  the police brutality . and racial cruelty. Ocean is lost in the desert but the dewdrop sustains !

This is the loophole of democracy;  it is the open platform of  so called demo-crazy  people to bargain ,to exploit  at the cost of greater cause.