Monday, October 21, 2024

Sipra's Diary: Prompt from Project Hamilton. about your idea of ...."TRUTH"

        Idea Of Truth.   words=162/. lines=24

  As a kid for hand-writing I practiced one page 

 "Always Be Truthful," otherwise,

You'll be thrown to be fried in boiling oil in Hell's inferno

Image of Hell was scary and vivid for liars,

Whereas truth is defined vague and dubious! 

 

As young adult I learn truth is not a mere  word;

But the base of knowledge :Truth,Beauty Goodness,

'Sat-Chidananda' as viewed in Hindu Vedas.

By nature it  is non-changing eternal, not judgemental.

 

With maturity as I become judgmental

Truth comes  to be a  great 'lie '--

That  has not been yet  discovered !

By time new ideas swap  the old, to remember

Truth of bygone days becomes myth in future. 

 

Copernicus, Socrates, Galileo, and many others 

Had to die for pioneering new truth, rejecting the past.

Why truth is  so slippery and tricky, not vivid as hell! 

Whether science or philosophy, art or religion,

Ideas of truth changes with time, nothing is eternal.   

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Thursday, October 10, 2024

Sipra's diary: Austin Chap Aug5/2024Bela ....Jolke Chol...

 



....#1............" Bela Je Boye Gelo Jolke Chol"..........

It is time to store water, water for future ; have I?.........

Time flows ;sometimes calmly; sometimes swiftly ; sometimes torrentially ;  but it is really violent if  it seems  stands still !  not moving; when it  loses   any demarcation between  yesterday , today and tomorrow. 

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         Most of us live  with  having  two selves; one half of the   self that is socially clothed, who is  busy and bruised to adjust and  adapt with environment , always in mask, pleasing to every one .

The other part is inner  self, the true self .There is little time to pay attention  for  it ; it happens that this part is sometimes moves far away from own self ; even forgets its wishes; may be wishes are also either fossilized or transformed into  metamorphosis!

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>#3.This is why artists or creative  and geneous. persons who are sensitive are  socially judged  little odd.  as they don't bother much to adapt or adjust to society , to others. They care for the "Other self", they prefer bohemian type of living.

They are  mostly geneous; they don't try to  follow discipline or rule to restrict their  wishes. 

Da vinchi , Van Gogh, William , Camus or Kafka and lots are there !

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TitleRepresent of ModernAmericanFamily : Women Power!

 


Title:::::: Represent of  modern American family : Women Power!


         On my daughter’s mobile screen the image of goddess Durga with her children and pets are saved. One day her colleague who sits beside her, asked curiously, "Who is this lady with ten hands, holding a long spear targeted at a muscle-man with  huge moustache?" asked her colleague.

“This is the goddess of our biggest festival in West Bengal. The goddess comes yearly, once, for only five days in the Autumn, in her Mother’s house, with all her children and pets.

“Why does she have ten hands, with weapons in each hand like a terrorist?"

My daughter jokingly replied,  'Perhaps to protect and control the two beautiful   young daughters and two young boys. She comes alone from Kailas from the Himalayas, struggling and killing demons and overcoming all obstacles  with courage and bravery. 
Actually, she is the symbol of “woman-power’. She has to manage the land and family both!

“Is she single or widow?" asked her friend.           
  "No,No! Neither”--my daughter laughed.

"Then, who is her husband?"

"Lord Shiva" .             
"What does he do?"

“Nothing! He has no responsibility for the family"

‘He takes Ganja (marijuana) with his pals, dances, and roams the whole day half-naked with a snake around his neck."
  "Aww!" her friend thoughtfully murmured, 
 "That sounds very similar to modern- day  marital relationships !”
   




Monday, October 7, 2024

Sipra's Diary: Great job of the bookshop "KINOKUNIYA" on 40th /6 in Manhattan.10/7/2024

 


As you come out with empty mind 

By shedding your ego,

You will feel the heart-beat 

Of the greater universe!

My DEBUT "EYES ARE NOTORIOUS "   at last delivered by 'Forcep surgery'.  It is available to amazon. com. 

I sent the LINK to my relatives ; they say that neither they can open nor it is available in amazon.com

 I don't know what to  say them & what to do next .I asked some other debut author in LINKEDIN,  she mailed me it is not supposed to be so.It should not be out of market within one  year of Print.

Today I went to a bookshop 'Kinokuniya' near Bryant Park. I asked at least 8/9 persons on my way about the location of the shop . At last a security police outside the Central library gave proper direction by researching Google Map in his Phone. It was for me a great  expedition!

There I talked with some seller who gave me  contact of helpful person

and asked  for one copy of my book for keeping in the showbox .I am grateful to this man.

The earth is still a nice place to live for all these wonderful people who  act like Medas Touch 'I am not alone'!

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Thursday, October 3, 2024

Sipra's Diary: The Immersion Day. of DurgaPuja [Fragment of memoir]

 The  immersion.  Day of   Devi Durga 

 The greatest festival of Durgapuja has come again. My daughter informed me excitedly,

" Ma, this year Durgapuja  will be  in the Time Square; So we will go on Saturday."

  So long,  in  all  other years we used to go long way  like Jersey City, Edison , Princeton, Bharat Sebasrom,  Queens etc. 

The festival Campus  appeared  as if I was in  Bengal, not in New York! A vast Bengali crowd with new sari &  jewelry,  more gorgeous   than  the native land made me surprised.

In my childhood there were many poor kids thronged around  specially for getting "prosad" i.e.fruits with sweet ;they didn't have new or even old clothes ; Still they looked happy ; they were always in group. Here this prosperity remind me those lean & thin lost faces with  a deeper feeling of sadness. That fade ,vague childhood feeling about inequality comes back now to strike conscience .

Why banging with only "feeling"  but never actively done anything ?

...........However old we become, but  perhaps  our childhood  never leave us .

         I saw this following blog written  on 2018.

The biggest festival of Bengal, 'Durga Puja' ended, leaving a feeling of nostalgia like every time. So many years passed by, still, the mind goes back to the childhood of Giridih, small but very much commercially rich mining town. Though I was not aware of it at that time. what I remember  was: five new clothes for five days,new shoes,new ribbon;...to pluck flowers at early morning  with friends for the neighbourhood puja;...[as if,  a competition of  who could be first to empty the plants of flowers!] taking bath at early morning ,doing small works in the pandal like making garland, distributing flowers to the devotees,giving 'Anjali';beat of dhak accompanied with 'kasar-ghanta',.. taking 'prasad 'repeatedly in the queue until being caught  and chased mockingly, by someone  was a great  fun ; the freedom to stay outside in the pandal for long hours! 

The puja pandal was just opposite to our house. Then three-four hours break at lunchtime, waiting impatiently for the evening to go again in the pandel, wearing a new dress for more fun. In the evening during Aarati time, all ladies used to throng in the pandal; the whole atmosphere seemed to be celestial with the smell of dhup-dhuna, beat of dhak [= drum]. and kasarghanta at least 30 to 40 minutes continuously. At the end of 'arati', we pushed each other to keep our palms over the 'panchpradip'(=divine lamp) for the blessing of the goddess and then touched on own head; and there was also a competition to keep palms over the lamps repeatedly;...as if, who can gather more blessings than the other. 

During Aarati I used to look my mother's face turning my neck; she looked so beautiful with bright vermillion red 'Bindi'on the forehead between two eyebrows and new sari. It was my great pleasure to see my mom enjoying any festival, away from the kitchen and home.
I passed different phases in the long passage of life as a wife, as a mother, a daughter-in-law; But all festivals drag me to the memory of childhood, parents, friends.
I feel my parent always stay with me like a shadow! Perhaps, I think, this is because my ID as 'daughter' is most strong in me.


There are no puja festivals in mid-Manhattan. But who bothers! 
I am fine with the trove of my memory treasure ....Every morning after taking shower I switched on dhak beat, chanting mantras in 'youtube' from the day of 'Bodhan'(starting-day) to the last day of 'Bisarjan'(Immersion) in full volume to create festival environment in the lonely apartment; Looking at the immersion of the image on screen, I felt the similar  childhood nostalgia,-- in Manhattan!

After the immersion, we used to come back in the empty pandal with missing hearts to get 'shantijal' which the priest sprinkled over our head' for peace and blessing of the goddess. The vacant alter without the image in deserted pandal stood only to spread over gloomy air of hollowness.......
The image of clay melted in water after the immersion long ago; but not my memory; it still lingers.........

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Friday, September 27, 2024

Sipra's Diary: " Birds Cage" (,Art work with Nancy ,DOROT )

                           BIRD"S  CAGE   

The happy blue bird from the tree,

Sings for  the green one, "come with me 

To fly  free in the open sky.

Once you embrace  liberty 

Will forget the bondage with  this cage;

Forever, forever!  we are fortunate 

To build  happy home in Nature!

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Sipra's Diary: HOME.***** (1), (2), (3)

 

                                                               HOME-(1)

      Primarily  home is a place where we take refuge safely ,peacefully; .Love, caring and sharing among the members of family are the basic components that turns a house to sweet home: The age -old adage "home is where the heart is " has become a cliche.

To me, it is neither the beauty of nature with wonderful environment nor a baroque  marvelous piece of mansion decorated with expensive furniture  and  most sophisticated  gadgets;   but the  loving relationship between the members  and interdependency to each other  constitute  the  bond of family,  the plinth of the family who come to  live together in a dwelling place called 'home'; home brings  the desired joy,  peace and security  to everybody  of the family  who belong  to..Home does not refer to structure of some concrete building; it is more personal or emotional refuge; even it can be something abstract. (a place in my mind).  Home  is an abode of peace and security. just as  bird   who come back at the end of day to its nest for safety, security and peace.

          My father had transferable job in  Indian Railway. So I moved  with parents   from small two bedroom Railway quarter  to big bunglows. with outhouses which were almost near to where I spent my early life.  I, even, did not know the difference  between "home" and the houses my father owned during his service time until his retirement. I consider all of them  equally as my home .

After  marriage  I moved with my husband from smaller bachelor's house  to bigger  officers' bungalows, cherishing the same feeling. But, by the time  I was then aware of the difference between home and houses.. I never felt that those are  property of company. My children never scratched the wall   with pen or colored pencil unlike most of my friends' houses I noticed the wall marked   dirty with alphabets ABCD and drawings. If asked ,they often shrugged shoulder to say reluctantly,"it is after all company's house, let  our kids enjoy.'

My husband was the first one of his batch to build  and shift to his  own house . I was sad to leave the luxurious company's bungalow and the neighborhood which became as  my extended family.  On the final day of shifting ,tears rolled down my cheeks ,surrounded by neighbours who came to say 'bye'. They consoled me "you are the lucky one among us to have your own house . Cheer up ! See, your husband looks sad to see you   crying.  give him a smile! We all will go in your house warming and stay overnight.' They wiped my eyes. 

As my husband  passed away suddenly with cerebral attack, and I was ill ,my daughter brought me here with her posting in New York. Not only family and home but uprooted from own country , own land ,it was quite challenging for me, and for any woman of sixty plus,to replant in a new land with different culture,  rituals.

From early life I was an arduous lover of academic life and interested in art and creativity.Soul finds its own community,  so I did .

Now I don't feel disconnected; I attend  different religious retreat, poetry class, memoir writing ,Art, music drama. I don't feel lonely Even in pandemic. I feel sad for others who have lost their near and dear ones ;also for immense loss of lives ,loss of jobs, loss of confidence but not for myself ; I am not burdened  by the  shadow of engulfing fear, and confusion of the future.There is no doubt that this pandemic will create a revolutionary change . Let us hope positive. Every creation  comes after destruction.

A new global society will emerge out of the chaos of pandemic .

Part (2).      What do you mean by "home"?

 


 Mother nature  provided shelter to our ancestors in mountain caves forests and trees which might be named as primitive homes.  They

lived decades after decades as  long as they were hunters and gatherers  

As they learnt farming ,they had to wait  in one place for getting crops. They built  huts with log or mud to stay;  Change  to agricultural life from nomadic life was the first step of civilization.It continued a long time.

When agricultural life reached  Industrial Age , civilization ran in galloping step with  booming scientific innovations like steam engine, airplane, electricity, radio, printing press, telephone , cars ,TV, refrigerator .Importance of machine captures a lion share in human life as it brought more comfort ,more luxury.

From forest and caves dwelling, tribal life upgraded to sky-scrapper multi-storied metropolis via  villages, towns , cities and metro-cities.  Perhaps  the "divine dissatisfaction"in human nature pushed him to achieve more and more  without limit.

With immense intellectual power , innovations, now in its pinnacle,  captured  the digital world.

After achieving dream house ,car ,wealth , everything still remains some empty spaces in human mind : craving for 'what is not"!  

...What is that?

FREEDOM. Freedom from bondings ; freedom from all the  mundane achievements ! An eternal  human  wish to fly  like a bird in the open sky!

  Nothing is comparable to freedom , ofcourse, with physical fitness.

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Part (3)

                                            BIRD"S  CAGE   

The happy blue bird from the tree,

Sings for  the green one, "come with me 

To fly  free in the open sky.

Once you embrace  liberty 

Will forget the bondage with  this cage;

Forever, forever!  we are fortunate 

To build  happy home in Nature!

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