Sipra's Diary: jan-8/2024 " Who & What - ASSHOLE ? " (Figurative)

 

Covid-19 has shaken the pulse of global plinth .  It captured  and campaigned the mass  psychology  for   prolonged two years.. In the past  more fatal than Covid-19  caused   havoc of deaths  : like Black fever, Plague,  Small pox ; but people all over the world were not united under the same panic-umbrella of fear, insecurity like   this pandemic Covid-19!

This global awareness spread   from corner to corner like prairie fire    due to  internet  connection.  instantly. Communication   in those days was much slower than now .

That's why  the previous global psychosis  did not sweep  the  monster- leviathan  of 'fear' among  the mass-mind .   The vaccination for curing from the fatal disease took  two years; after thorough research, it was applied with much precision.  

Still    gossip,  rumor, conspiracy theory propped up  around as well as against the vaccination  and pharmaceutical  company.  Some people refused to take the shot ; some shows doubt  about  the shot  that  might cause some acute physical problem in far  future;  who knows !

The reputed  global Pharmaceutical companies  along with the  Insurance companies  discussed  to study human body throughly to diagnose  which are the most vulnerable parts as life guard besides heart, brain and kidney; They would come under Insurance company according to the importance  and vulnerability to life .Pharmaceutical Companies  wanted to have their image  clean and innocent to cope with  the unpredicted  diseases in future 

Brain became alert  to hear  the message!Human brain is not happy at the news of  growing priority of Artificial Intelligence ; Isn't it a demotion for it ?

kidney can be replaced ;so heart also has pessmaker.  Human body has only one brain ; it  was  once  proud to monopolize  over body as being head;

Five sense-organs grumbled and whispered among them :

 'brain gets  all  raw informations  from us ; otherwise it will be no better than dumb rock; then brain  immediately responded to them by inviting to join in the list as vital organ.  

Nobody approached or took into account  'asshole', a dweller  of  lower part  in body; asshole  was insulted and in grudge shut its door and fell into deep sleep.

After passing the first day  the body felt uncomfortable; the rebel dispersed in the body ; Brain itself felt a bad headache,  heart was burning,  liver under nausea,  the  infatuated stomach,  intestines, both large  and small appealed to the brain  in the head-office to solve the problem and rescue them immediately.  

The brain sent SOS  to asshole. It confessed benignly:

 "You are not less important  than us though may dwell in the        basement . I apologize for my fault." 

Knock, knock, knock. Asshole woke up ; opened the door  with yawning as loud as  bursting of gas cylinder .

Not  only with sound of gas but also some solid yellow lava emitting terrible, perilous  odor !

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Sipra's Diary: ( Excerpt from my novel. )"IN QUEST OF RIGHT BRIDE. "Dec23/2023

 

 ..........   Next Brijj met Suraj in the conference of Chicago after three months. Brij hugged Suraj with cheers .

"Hi. good to see you ....now  show me the photo of your  life-partner!       .quick."

Suraj grinned. "First let me share about my  dystopian but also somewhat  fantastic experiences of those girls!" 

Brij  pitched himself in a sofa opposite to  suraj, with awe    and curiosity in his face .

"  ...go on,   my hero!'--

Suraj: "Please hold on your enthusiasm;  in fact it's a story of failure and fun, not of any hero, but u-mm... of Mr.Zero."

"Aha-, will you  please start now, Mr Zero-hero!"

-" have patience boy; story is told and listened slowly and very slowly, like  champaign  or wine  with small sip;  not to swallow like bitter medicine,  understand ?"

- Brij  swallowed the vodka from. his glass in one sip and poured the second round in the  glass, while replied,

"yes I understand everything quickly.  Will you start now ?"                                                                                                                  

                                                            Suraj

Yes ,as I reached. Jaipur Airport, I saw a suited-booted  smart looking man was waiting with my name on the the arrival lounge .Surprisingly the man  recognized me and gave me a smile and introduced himself,'I am  Mr Gopilal, the agent of the Matrimonial,-'Bondless Bond.' 

   Umm... hope the flight was smooth, sir?"..

Coming to the parking lot  Suraj saw a black  shiny Rolls Royce car with driver wearing   Rajsthani dress with turban like  a king.

The driver opened the door with pleasant smile; he with the agent got into the car.

Suraj:  what time it needs to  reach....

Gopilal :  Not more than 35//40 minutes .

Suraj:  Now it is about 11:am. I must come back within12:45 because I have to accomplish  a few more appointments.

Gopilal:  Ok, no problem!... Sir,  here I have the album of  "Beauty Tejoria" with her full bio-data, hobby etc. .You can browse it and free to ask me question,   he held the album towards him .

(...So the name is 'Beauty,' and not  any of native name like  Nina, Bina, Mina !) 

 Waiving his hands Suraj replied ,"it is not necessary."I need to talk with the lady  alone about 15/20 minutes ,  after the introduction with her guardian.

Agent: Father of Beauty is the richest as well as most influential  person in Jaipur.....he is an eminent figure in this area.. he lived in the habeli known  as "Marble House". 

 King  (late)Jogeswar  Rathore  was once  the previous owner of this  "Marble House.'

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Suraj was  absorbed in trodding the memory lane of his bitter part of past life in his motherland  while looking outside through the window of the running car , without paying ears to the  story of the agent .

He was rocked back to the present world when the agent , addressed him with the opened door of the car., 

"  Sir, here we are - the Marble House!"

Suraj asked the matrimonial Company that  he wanted  an  ordinary graduate  girl  of middle-class family without any demand of dowry.

....So 'Rolls Royce' ,  Marble House  , two security guards in front of. the  royal steel iron gate which emit pride of money,  were  adding only negative repulsive points in the mind of Suraj.----------

He was warmly greeted by the parent as he entered with the agent in the   exhuberantly    adorned  drawing room . They all took seat  in the sofa.The initial introductory chat with drinks and snacks was running  on.

The agent announced that Suraj wanted to talk with Beauty alone. Mr Tejoria said, "Sure, sure ,no problem! 

He called Meghna, the woman who served drinks and snacks.             Meghna appeared to say that Beauty  would  come back within ten/fifteen minutes from the 'conference  of  women welfare'.

As Meghna left ,Mr Tejoria informed I have to appoint Meghna to fix  programs of my daughter Beauty and schedule her calendar, to remind her.   She is connected with so many social activities  !

Mr.Tejoria said :  Beauty, my only child,  is my pride. 

She is expert in hiking, biking, swimming, horse-riding, driving  and what not; Last year she was invited by Lion's Club  in Calcutta to participate in the Vintage Rally; she is almost  my unofficial business partner...  E-he-he-he..he gave  a boastful smile.

....Suraj became impatient. Holding the drinking glass, he asked in a filmy style like a hero, 

"I am interested to know how is she as bed-partner?

 The  parent exchanged  their stunt  looks to each other with different expression :while the mouth of Mrs Tejoria was slightly opened,  Mr Tejoria's jaw was tightened hard! Then they throw the ball towards the agent by casting  their confused eyes .

The agent also was nervous and puzzled what to answer . He rubbed  his palms and pushed them to his  trouser's pocket, to shake off his nervousness; 

"yea, --yea --, that's a good question  no doubt! umm, mm.. 

y-e-s some say she is not good at all;"

 

(the advance payment of Rs 2000/in the envelop  of  trouser, as if, whimpered with the touch of   finger and palm. 

 What the hell is he ! as  agent he  must add only positive quality!)

So to rectify  he promptly  lifted his body and walked facing towards     the  opened window ;

 Shrugging the shoulder he divulged - ..also  it is rumoured ,

 she is so-so;   

Then   throwing his right hand upward  with a snap  dramatically declared,  but  some say,

 " She is fantastic!"

..........a  pin-drop-silence in the room !

Gopilal noticed  with shocking  surprise through the window  that Suraj was getting inside the car to leave..He turned back and saw the empty sofa of Suraj and as live statues of Mrs and MR.Tejoria.

He rushed but  the car passed before he reached the gate.

The  car was still  in slow motion near the gate;

With cracked throat Gopilal. called ,'Sai-ear'..raising hand to stop-the car ;as he tried to rush  through the gate, he was  interrupted by a robust hand with a dagger  close   to his  center of chest ; he became pale to see the  dagger dazzled in bright sunlight!

 In a calm  somber voice  the security man  asked ,"give back the advanced money before crossing the gate."

 Like automated machine Gopilal handed over the envelope with advanced Rs,2000 as gatepass and walked towards the road like a toddler.

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Sipra's Diary: Title"wolves@graywolfpress

           #1.   Title" Wolves@graywolfpress

How does the aggressive animal 

Named as 'Graywolf' trespassed,

And  ventured to enter  the orchard, 

(Like a pleasant oasis in the desert ),

And  as buzzing bees murmured

Around the charming flowery trees?

From whose brain flares up 

 Such name of literary oxymoron  

What enabled him to form the 'pack'?

It is the spirit of ideology; hope,  not any 'hack'!

Voice of 'lonely wolf'  becomes powerful

When the group of wolves together howl.

To approach  the talentpedia to enrich  the heritage!

May the Olympian God protect the genius' brain.

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 #2. Title:  Mysticism of  Word.

Like an insect in spider net

I'm easily caught in the web of words

But instead of being grabbed 

I collect nectar from them

Which  enliven my mind and brain.

Mysteriously, I enjoy to be caught ;

I play with them, but when forget,

I fight with my poor memory-box,

Sometimes rescued, sometimes not;

I try to accept the hard truth with sad heart!

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Sipra's Diary. Choc's Prompt Nov13/2023

 

Hi 

I submit this poem    to the prompt  of Rumi "Let the beauty  ............................

Title :Ode To The Transformative journey  by   Sipra Roy

 Beauty  is not always 'given'

But our mental projection;

The real "beauty" of Beauty springs from 

Creative mind : that's  why the poet sings,

'Half-created beauty' which any object inherits.

 Green sooting leaves  of the spring 

Bring joy but the spinning dry leaves in the wind  

Around the barren mother-plant 

Have  also  other shade of beauty, 

It is our perception and love that  add  colour 

To the  great and small that god makes for all,

If  we  embrace change and  add love, even  

Hell  is transformed into adorable Heaven! 

Dipped in the ambrosia of perfect perception.

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