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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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Sipra's Diary:Title : Monk -Mosquito

                                      Title :Mosquito & elephant . Sipra Roy 

Secret Conference of International mosquitoes in Tampa,(Florida) The executive of international  mosquitoes has called a sudden confidential meeting which held nearby the semi-dark  calvert of the big swampy drain of  Tampa . The gathering was small, limited and only of males                                                                        

The leader announced that they must  flee to some safe place  right after the evening to save their lives. He has heard that American Mosquito Control Association would spray  strong pesticides from next day to make the town free of mosquitoes  causing dengue as epidemic  in the town.   

'Let not accompany the female folk ; because they are the apple of discord ; actually it is "they" who bite  human beings and spread disease.Moreover they are all pregnant ,ready to give birth after  the rainy season .Where ever they go , they will make the place  dingy place by laying eggs .Within two weeks all the eggs become adult to cause human concern .

"So only those will follow me who are willing to join  'monk-mosquito party' without any relation with the female folk ."

As they started northward they were swept by strong wind and rain ; they were scattered and lots of them died .

Finally a smaller sect reached to a place named as  to  Memphis.

The wind helped them to cross long distance in short time.

The  leader  declared the team that by good luck  they reached in a zoo, not in the neighborhood of  brutal human specie! It is  in the outskirt of the proper township of Memphis...

Animal neither protest nor know how to apply pesticides ; they have only their tails to drive unwanted flies or insects.

"pin-pin-pin, you are right,  you are, % percent right  my darling, pin-pin---;

To his horror, the leader asked,who are you ? 

"I am your better-half, proud mother of your future dynasty, PinPin, pin .........!

"O gosh! How do you come here !"

"I followed you with my intimate group of some more females ; We came to know by eaves-dropping, about your  conspiracy  in the clandestine meeting, of your  utter selfishness to banish family!They started complaining ,pin-pin-pin in chorus ..."

The leader mosquito and the monk-group were tired and hungry; though extremely irritated,  but they have no strength to argue . 

"OK! stop your singing in such  shrilling voice to make others conscious of our presence until we finish our meal !Go away with your mates from here to fetch your own, if you need .

The leader saw  a white elephant nearby ; so it began to suck blood from some softest part of its body up to  its content.

......It was almost dawn. so they must find out to rest in some dark safe zone. With full of blood in stomach, the monk -mosquito felt  terrible attraction  for the white  elephant .

So coming  in front it asked the elephant , "I am charmed with your beauty;Will you accept my love ?'

From the  swinging of the large ears  of the elephant the idiot mosquito assumed he got permission. So instantly it availed the pleasure of opportunity. 

Being fulfilled with all physical pleasure it conveyed  the elephant near to the ear,

" I am done. I will meet you tomorrow again ."

  The elephant was munching as usual.

 To become convinced for meeting on the next day,the monk-mosquito entered close to the ear of the elephant to ask apologetically,

"Ele, ele , did I hurt you...did I ?..."

..it repeated the same , singing -closure to the ear, pin-pin-pin-pin.

The elephant blew its ears due to irritation. and the mosquito was thrown  far away  headlong  on hard floor and was about to  die ;  he saw its clan flying above gleefully, perhaps towards  some safe shelter.   

It tried to warn. before dying ,

            "hey  buddy, never try to befriend outside your own clan, specially with any bigger creature ! but no pin-pin-pin came from its  voice .

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Sipra's Diary:(Drollery)"SULOV SHOUCHALAYA"(=cheap-paid-Toilet)July18/2023

 

                            "SULOV SHOUCHALYA IN INDIA"  by Sipra  Roy.

Rashmi   reached Dumdum airport  via Bombay after a pretty long gap of sixteen years 

She took a prepaid taxi from the Dumdum airport to go Sealdah station. Unlike other international traveller, she had only a light backpack and a cabin suitcase .Her final destination was Kalyani. She would take a local train to reach earlier .Local train was available frequently but the only problem was it didn't have bathroom system.

Rashmi was thinking with curious eyes gazing outside ,until the cab stopped coming near to the Sealdah  fly over.  Rashmi noticed on the road side through the cab window  "Sulav Souchalaya' written in blue  colour  on glazed tiles . It was public bathroom.  

Lot of people need to come daily to this metro city for medical checkup ,court-case,  shopping, job-interviews from the suberbs and go back home in the afternoon.  They cannot afford any hotel for the day -trip .Some great social thinker accomplished the project of public bathroom to meet up the need of the commuters and to keep the city clean.

She remembered her cousin sisters' letter  which  was full of excitement.

  "Do you know  that  here in Calcutta  also beautiful public bath room of luxurious glazed tiles  had been  made for the use of common people  on the road side, like American-style   ! People can take even shower! People need to pay little money which is necessary for the maintenance of cleaning etc!"

"Really?"

"When you will come next time you must release the pressure of bladder  before taking the local train from   Sealdah ok?" 

Rashmi laughed," So  I have to buy a flight ticket  to experience the ecstasy of "SulavSouchalaya, right ?"

Rashmi noticed most people from the bus or taxi were walking  under the fly over towards the station. 

It was 12:30.She got down from the taxi  with her wheeled cabin suitcase to have some novel experience.  

Coming near to the Sulav she found a skinny middle-aged man with blue-colored  ill-fitted costume with badge stood up from his stool ,blocking the path ,"I am the security guard .you have to pay first ."

"How much?"

"What will you do? Pee or poo?

 For pee: Rs 1/. For poop:Rs 2.

"If some  poop licked  at the time of  peeing, then what do you charge?"

The guard looked  little confused.  He made his throat clear by coughing to say,

'Every item has separate price,; Look at the front board ;every thing is written clearly. I also have catalog;" He became busy to fumble  a paper with menu from the drawer of the little plastic table in front of him .

"Keep it with you. I don't need it! Please take care of my luggage a little while".She was about to move forward .

The guard interrupted  her" What type of mug do you want?

A chained mug:Rs1//  unchained steel mug: 1:50

Taking  a glance on the board, Rashmi said impatiently I will take the 'Luxury package'   Rs3:5o."

She gave the guard Rs 5.The guard handed her a 'coupon'.

Before leaving she took her luggage with thanks to the guard .The guard was ready with the change 1:50 .

"here it is your change"

"Not needed". 

"O, Didi your change!" The skinny man hailed  running after her.

Rashmi "Keep it.I won't wish to touch it !"

Guard:"ja Babba!"(O my gosh!)