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Sunday, December 28, 2008

рд╣ाрдоीрд▓े рд╣ाрдоीрд▓ाрдИ рдиै рдоाрдпा рдирдЧрд░े

рдкрд░्рджा рдЦुрд▓्рдЫ рдЕрдиि рд╕्рдЯेрдЬрдоा рдмрдд्рддीрд╣рд░ु рдШрд░िрдШрд░ि рдордзुрд░ो,рдШрд░िрдШрд░ि рддेрдЬ рд╣ुрди рдеाрд▓्рдЫрди्। рд╕рдЩ्рдЧीрдд рдмрдЬ्рди рдеाрд▓्рдЫ рд░ рдиाрдЪ рд╢ुрд░ु рд╣ुрди्рдЫ। рдпрд╣ाँрд╕рдо्рдо рдд рдХुрд░ो рд╕ाрдзाрд░рдг рдиै рд▓ाрдЧ्рдЫ рдиि рд╣ैрди? рджрд░्рд╢рдХрд╣рд░ुрдХा рдЖँрдЦा рд╕्рдЯेрдЬрдоा рд╕рдЩ्рдЧीрддрдХो рд▓рдп рд░ рддाрд▓рдоा рд╣рд▓्рд▓िрд░рд╣ेрдХा рдоाрдирд╡ рдЖрдХृрддिрд╕ंрдЧ рд░рдоाрдЗрд░рд╣ेрдХा рд╣ुрди्рдЫрди्। рдЕрдиि рд╢ुрд░ु рд╣ुрди्рдЫ рдЧीрддрдХो рдмोрд▓। рдПрдЙрдЯा рд╕ी рдЧ्рд░ेрдбрдХो рд╣िрди्рджी рдЪрд▓рдЪिрдд्рд░рдХो рддрдеाрдХрдеिрдд рдЖрдЗрдЯрдо рдирдо्рд╡рд░,

"рдирдердиी рдЙрддाрд░ो рд╕рдо्рднрд▓ рдХे рдкिрдпा........."

рдЭрдЯ्рдЯ рд╕ुрди्рджा рддрдкाрдИंрд╣рд░ुрд▓ाрдИ рдмाрдорджेрд╡рдЬीрд▓े рдмрдХ्рд░рджृрд╖्рдЯि рд▓рдЧाрдПрдХा рдбाрди्рд╕ рд░ेрд╖्рдЯुрд░ेрдг्рдЯрд╣рд░ु рдордз्рдпे рдХुрдиै рдПрдХрдХो рд╡рд░्рдгрди рдЬрд╕्рддो рд▓ाрдЧ्рдЫ рддрд░ рдпो рд╡рд░्рдгрди рдХेрд╣ी рджिрди рдЕрдШि рд░ाрдЬрдзाрдиीрдХो рдПрдЙрдЯा рдиाрдо рдЪрд▓ेрдХो рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд▓рдпрдХो рдЕрднिрднाрд╡рдХ рджिрд╡рд╕рдХो рд╣ो।

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

What Ugyen said

After a long time, I met Ugyen Chhopel. I haave repeatedly said that he is the only director Nepali film industry has ever seen. I know that I have rubbed a lot other people in the business with my statement. But it is a truth and I stand by it. Yesterday evening, me and Binod Serchan jammed up with Ugyen. He is worried about the state Nepali film industry is in currently. He has visions and capabilities to execute them. Binod Serchan is another gem of a person and a quality film maker. Ugyen is interested to make a film and Binod jee is keen to produce. This duo has given Trishna and Badal Paree to the industry. I hope they will keep up the enthhusiasm and their 3rd project will materlise. Of course I will be involved in the screenplay and dialogues.

Gosh, the idea excites me.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

рдЬाँрдЧрд░рдХो рдЕрднाрд╡

рдзेрд░ै рджिрдирджेрдЦि рдХेрд╣ी рд▓ेрдЦ्рди рд╕рдХिрд░рд╣ेрдХो рдЫैрди । рдЦै рдХिрди рд╣ो рдЬाँрдЧрд░рдХो рдЕрднाрд╡ рднрдЗрд░рд╣ेрдХो рдЫ । рдд्рдпрд╕्рддो рдЦाрд╕ рдХाрд░рдг рдкрдиि рдХेрд╣ी рдЫैрди рддрд░ рд▓ेрдЦ्рди рдмрд╕्рдпो, рдХेрд╣ी рдЯाрдЗрдк рдЧрд░्рдпो рдЕрдиि рд╣्рдпा‍‍‍‍‌‌рдЖрдЖрдЖрдЖ рднрди्рдпो, рд╕рдмै рдоेрдЯाрдпो, рдд्рдпрд╕्рддै рднрдЗрд░рд╣ेрдЫ рдЖрдЬрдХрд▓ рдХिрди рд╣ो рдХुрди्рдиि । рднूрдкि рд╢ेрд░рдЪрдирдХो рдПрдЙрдЯा рдХрд╡िрддा рдЫ рдиि, рда्рдпाрдХ्рдХै рд╢рд╡्рджрд╣рд░ू рдХ्рд░рдордоा рдд рд╕рдо्рдЭрдиा рдЫैрди,

"рдпрд╕ो рд▓ेрдЦ्рдЫрди्, рдЦुрдЗрдп्рдп рдЧрд░्рдЫрди्,
рдЕрдиि рдХेрд░्рдЫрди्, рдлेрд░ि рд▓ेрдЦ्рдЫрди्
рдХрдаै рдмрд░ा рднूрдкि рд╢ेрд░рдЪрди"

рдд्рдпрд╕्рддै рднрдЗрд░ाрдЫ рдЕрдЪेрд▓ рдорд▓ाрдИ рдкрдиि ।

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

рд╡рд░्рд╖ाрдХो рдПрдЙрдЯा рдЫिрдЯा

рд╕्рдиिрдЧ्рдзрддाрдХो
рдордзुрд░ो рдЖрднाрд╖ рдкрдиि
рдХрддि рди्рдпाрдиो, рдХрддि рдк्рд░ेрдордордп

рддрдк्рдд рдЕрднिрд╢рдк्рдд
рд░ाрдкрд▓े рдбрдвेрдХो рдкрд╣ाрдбрд▓ाрдИ
рдЪीрд╕ो рд╣ाрд╡ाрд▓े рд╕рд░рдХ्рдХ
рдЫोрдПрд░ рдЧрдП рдЬрд╕्рддो
рдЕрдкूрд░्рдгрддाрдХो рд▓ाрдоो рдПрдХ्рд▓ोрдкрдиा
рд░ рдд्рдпрд╕рдХो рдЕрдд्рдпाрд╕рд▓ाрдЧ्рджो рдкीрдбाрдкрдЫि
рдк्рд░ाрдк्рддि, рдкूрд░्рдгрддाрдХो
рдПрдЙрдЯा рд╕ाрдиो рдЕंрд╢ рдкрдиि
рдХрддि рдЕрдкाрд░, рдХрддि рд╕рдо्рдкूрд░्рдг

рд▓ाрдоो рд╕ुрдЦ्рдЦा рдЦрдбेрд░ीрдкрдЫि
рд╡рд░्рд╖ाрдХो рдкрд╣िрд▓ो рдЫिрдЯा рдЦрд╕्рджा
рд╕рди्рддाрдкрд▓े рдЬрд░्рдЬрд░ рднрдЗ
рдЪिрд░ाрдЪिрд░ा рдкрд░ेрдХो рднुрдЗंрдоा
рдЙрдаेрдХो рд╡ाрдл рдЬрд╕्рддो
рдордзूрд░ो рд╕ुрдЧрди्рдз рдкрдиि
рдХрддि рд╕ुрдордзु्рд░, рдк्рд░ाрдгрджाрдпी

рдПрдЙрдЯा рдЕрдаोрдЯ, рдПрдЙрдЯा рд╕ंрдХрд▓्рдк
рдЖрдлैрд╕ंрдЧ рдПрдЙрдЯा рд╡ाрдЪा
рдЕрдбिрдЧ, рдЕрдЯрд▓, рдЪीрд░рд╕्рдеाрдпी

рд╢рдиिрд╡ाрд░, реирежремрел рдордЩрд╕ीрд░ резрел

Friday, November 28, 2008

Where is the world heading?

Terrorists attack in Mumbai is shocking. It made me think where the world is heading? Why people think that violence and cruelty can solve any problem or any solution could be reached by that. Even looking at our own country, everything seems to be going haywire. Two school students have been found dead after many days of their disappearance. Ther have been protests, road blocks around the city for different reasons every day. Living a peaceful and problem free day has been like a dream. We are always tensed and wondering what is the future of our children. Major part of our days are in dark due to ever growing load shedding. Scarcity of daily needed goods never seem to stop. Prices have gone up for everything.

Where do we go and how do we get peace of mind?

Sunday, November 23, 2008

A wonderful day with Dr. Saroj Dhital

We spent a meaningful day on Saturday, Novemebr 23, 2008.
We had visited Dr. Saroj Dhital's place in Hattigaunda. He has a very attractive and beautiful house there. The ambience itself is serene over there.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Ram Dai;only in memories now

I am feeling very sad and low since this morning when I heard the news of Ram Thapa's demise. We had spent a long time together while traveling across the country for Nepali Tara. Ever smiling and cheerful Ram Dai, I never saw him getting angry or cross. He used to to entertain everyone with his parodies and folk songs on those long tedious travel.

May you rest in peace, where ever you are Ram Dai.

Monday, November 10, 2008

рдмाँрджрд░

рдЖрдлैрд▓ाрдИ рдЪिрдеोрд░्рдЫ
рдЖрдлैрд▓ाрдИ рдХोрдкрд░्рдЫ
рдЕрд░्рдХोрд▓ाрдИ рджुрдЦाрдПँ рднрдиेрд░
рдЕрдиि рджрдЩ्рдЧ рдкрд░्рдЫ

Friday, October 31, 2008

рд▓рдХ्рд╖्рдоीрдХो рдЕрдкрдоाрди

рддिрд╣ाрд░ рдкрдиि рд╕рдХिрдпो ।

рд╕ंрдзै рдЬрд╕्рддै рдкрдЯрдХा рд╕рдЯрдХा рдирдкрдб्рдХाрдЙрдиे рдЕрдиुрд░ोрдзрд▓ाрдИ рд▓рдд्рдпाрдЙँрджै рдиेрдкाрд▓ीрд╣рд░ूрд▓े рд╕ाрдирджाрд░ рддрд░िрдХाрд▓े рдб्рдпाрдЩ рдбुрдЩ рдЧрд░्рджै рдЫрд░рдЫिрдоेрдХрдХो рдХाрдирдХा рдЬाрд▓ी рдлुрдЯ्рдиे рдЧрд░ि, рд╕ाрдиा рдХेрдЯाрдХेрдЯीрд╣рд░ूрдХो рд╕ाрддो рд╣рд░्рдиे рдЧрд░ि рдкैрд╕ाрдХो рджुрд░ुрдкрдпोрдЧ рдЧрд░े । рдорд▓ाрдИ рдпो рд╕рдмै рджेрдЦ्рджा рдПрдЙрдЯा рдХुрд░ा рд╕ोрдЪ्рди рдорди рд▓ाрдЧ्рдпो । рдХे рдпрд╕рд░ी рдЕрдкрд╡्рдпрдп рдЧрд░्рдиेрд╣рд░ूрд▓े рдд्рдпो рдкैрд╕ा рдоेрд╣ेрдирдд рдЧрд░ेрд░ै рдХрдоाрдПрдХा рд╣ुрди् рдд? рд╣ो рднрдиे рдд рдд्рдпрд╕рдХो рдЕрд▓िрдХрддि рднрдП рдкрдиि рдоाрдпा рд▓ाрдЧ्рдиु рдкрд░्рдиे рд╣ैрди рд░? рдПрдХाрддिрд░ рд▓рдХ्рд╖्рдоीрдкूрдЬा рднрдиेрд░ рдзрдирдХी рджेрд╡ीрд▓ाрдИ рд░िрдЭाрдЙрди рдЦोрдЬ्рдиे рдЕрдиि рдЕрд░्рдХोрддिрд░ рдзрдирдХो рдд्рдпрд╕्рддो рджुрд░ुрдкрдпोрдЧ рдЧрд░्рдиे рдпो рдХрд╕्рддो рдоाрдирд╕िрдХрддा рд╣ाрдо्рд░ो?

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Wishful thinking

I happened to be the witness of a relationship ending yesterday. A person, whom I know quite well, who got married few months back. I could see the joy of starting a new phase of his life when he was about to plunge in to the matrimony. I don't know what went wrong but within a couple of months, things got sour and they decided to part their way.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

рд╡рд░्рдЧीрдХृрдд рд╡िрдЬ्рдЮाрдкрди

рд╡рд░्рдЧीрдХृрдд рд╡िрдЬ्рдЮाрдкрдирдХो рдкृрд╖्рда рдо
рдЫाрдкिрди्рдЫрди् рдо рдоाрдеि
рдерд░िрдерд░िрдХा рдЖрд╡рд╢्рдпрдХрддाрд╣рд░ू
рдкूрд░ा рд╣ुрди्рдЫрди् рдХрддि,
рдХрддि рд░рд╣рди्рдЫрди् рдЕрдзूрд░ा
рдЬрд╕ рдкाрдЙँрджिрди рдо рдкूрд░ा рднрдПрдХाрд╣рд░ूрдмाрдЯ
рджोрд╖ рдеोрдкрд░्рдЫрди् рдЕрдзूрд░ा рд╣ुрдиेрд╣рд░ू
рддрд░ рдиिрд░्рдЬीрд╡ рдоाрдиिрдиे рдкृрд╖्рдардХा рдкрдиि
рд╣ुрди рд╕рдХ्рдЫрди् рдЖрдл्рдиै рдЪाрд╣рдиाрд╣рд░ू
рдЫाрдк्рди рдХрд╣ाँ рдЬाрдУрд╕्
рдмрд░ो рд╡рд░्рдЧीрдХृрдд рд╡िрдЬ्рдЮाрдкрдирдХो рдкृрд╖्рда
рдЙрд╕рдХा рдЖрдл्рдиा рдЖрд╡рд╢्рдпрдХрддाрд╣рд░ू

реирежремрел рдЕрд╕ोрдЬ рейреж

After a long needed holiday

Well, dashain is finally over. Loking back at the last eight days when I was detached from computers, emails, internet and spending the whole time with my family, I realized that I badly needed that looong holiday. In total, it was a quality time I must admit. It was nice to find so many comments awaiting my moderation in the blog. Geared up with new energy and enthusiasm, hopefully I will be able to write some quality stuffs. The workload is there and lots of things to catch up with. May Goddess Durga give me strength to continue. I wish everyone a merry Tihaar which is just round the corner.

Friday, October 3, 2008

рд▓ोрдбрд╢ेрдбिрдЩ्рдЧ.....

рд╕ाँрдЭैрдкिрдЪ्рдЫे рд▓ोрдбрд╢ेрдбिрдЩ्рдЧрд▓े


рдЫोрдкेрдХा рдЕंрдз्рдпाрд░ा рджिрдоाрдЧрд╣рд░ूрдоा


рдХे рдкрд▓ाрдЙрди् рд░ рдЕрд░ू


рдиिрд░ाрд╢ाрд╣рд░ू рдирдкрд▓ाрдП


рдПрдЙрдЯा рдЕंрдз्рдпाрд░ोрдмाрдЯ рдЙрдо्рдХेрд░


рдмिрд▓ाрдЙрдиु рдкрд░्рдиे рдЕрд░्рдХो рдЕंрдз्рдпाрд░ोрдоा


рдиिрдпрддि рдХे рд╣ाрдо्рд░ो рдпрддि рдиै


рдЙрджाрдЙрди рдирдкाрдЙँрджै рдПрдЙрдЯा рдк्рд░рд╢्рди


рдлेрд░ि рд╡िрд▓ीрди рд╣ुрди рдкुрдЧ्рдЫ


рд▓ोрдбрд╢ेрдбिрдЩ्рдЧрдХै рдХाрд▓ोрдоा


 


рдЙрдЬ्рдпाрд▓ो рдд рдЪेрддрдиा рд╣ुрди्рдЫ


рд╕ेрддो рдд рдЬ्рдЮाрдирдХो рд░ंрдЧ рд░े


рддрд░ рд╣ाрдо्рд░ो рдЙрдЬ्рдпाрд▓ोрдХो рднोрдХ


рдХрд╕рд▓े рдХрд╣िрд▓े рдоेрдЯाрдЙрдиे рд╣ो


рд╣ाрдо्рд░ो рдиिрд╖्рдкрдЯ рдХाрд▓ो рд╕ंрд╕ाрд░рдоा


рдШाрдо рдХрд╣िрд▓े рдЙрджाрдЙрдиे рд╣ो


рд╣рд░ेрдХ рдоाрди्рдЫे рдмाँрдЪिрд░рд╣ेрдХो рдЫ


рднाрдЧ्рдпрдХो рдмोрдХेрд░ рд░िрдд्рддोрд░िрдд्рддो


рдПрдХрдПрдХ рд╡рдЯा рдХुрд▓ेрдЦाрдиी


рдЫोрдб्рди рдкाрдЗрдПрд▓ा рдХुрдиै рджिрди рднрди्рджै


рдЕंрдз्рдпाрд░ोрдоा рд░ूрдорд▓्рд▓िрдиे рдмाрдиी


 



рдиिрдн्рдиै рдирдкрд░्рдиे рдмेрд▓ा рдкрдиि рдЕрдЪेрд▓
рддрд░ рдЭ्рдпाрдк्рдкै рдиिрдн्рдиे рдЧрд░ेрдХो рдЫ рдмрдд्рддी

 


рдоंрд╕ीрд░ рез, реирежремрел рдиेрдкाрд▓ рдкрдд्рд░िрдХाрдоा рдк्рд░рдХाрд╢िрдд

Thursday, October 2, 2008

рд╢ूрди्рдпрдХो рдоोрд▓

рдЬрддि рдШुрдоिрд░рд╣े рдкрдиि
рдЖрдл्рдиै рдкрд░िрдзिрдоा рдлрди्рдлрдиी
рдХрд╣ीं рдирдкुрдЧ्рдиे рд╢ूрди्рдп
рдЦोрдХ्рд░ो рд╢ूрди्рдп, рд░िрдд्рддो рд╢ूрди्рдп
рдоोрд▓ рдирднрдПрдХो рд╢ूрди्рдп

рдПрдЙрдЯा рд╢ूрди्рдпрдмाрдЯ рд╕ुрд░ू рднрдПрдХो рдо
рдоेрд░ा рдЙрдкрд▓рдм्рдзिрд╣рд░ू рдкрдиि рд╢ूрди्рдп
рдоैрд▓े рдЪрдв्рди рдЦोрдЬेрдХा рдкрд╣ाрдбрд╣рд░ूрдХा
рдЙрдЪाрдИрд╣рд░ू рдкрдиि рд╢ूрди्рдп
рдо рдПрдЙрдЯा рд╢ूрди्рдпрдХो рдкрдЫाрдбि
рдеुрдк्рд░ै рд▓ाрдо рд▓ाрдЧे рд╢ूрди्рдп
рдЬрддि рдеुрдк्рд░े рдкрдиि рд╢ूрди्рдпрдХा рдкрдЫाрдбि
рд╢ूрди्рдп рдд рдЖрдЦिрд░ рд░рд╣рди्рдЫ рд╢ूрди्рдп

рдЕрдиि рдХुрдиै рдмрдЦрдд рдХрддैрдмाрдЯ
рддिрдоी рдЖрдпौ, рдорд╕ंрдЧ рдЧाँрд╕िрдпौ
рддिрдоी рез рдорд╕ंрдЧ рдЬोрдбिрдиाрд╕ाрде
рдо рд░ рдоेрд░ा рдеुрдк्рд░ै рд╢ूрди्рдпрд▓ाрдИ
рддिрдоीрд▓े рдЕрдоूрд▓्рдп рдмрдиाрдпौ

рдорд▓ाрдИ рддिрдоीрд▓े рд╕िрдХाрдпौ
рез рдмрдиेрд░ рдЕрдШि рд╕рд░्рди
рдХрддै рддिрдоी рдкрдиि рдХुрдиै рдмेрд▓ा
рд╢ूрди्рдп рднрдпौ рднрдиे

рдЕрдм рдорд▓ाрдИ рдбрд░ рдЫैрди
рдЬрддि рдиै рдЕрд░ू рдоेрд░ो рдкрдЫि
рдЬोрдбिрдП рдкрдиि рд╢ूрди्рдпрд╣рд░ू

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

рдоेрд░ो рддिрдоी

рддिрдоी рди्рдпाрдиो рдШाрдо
рд╢ीрддрд▓ рдЬूрди рдкрдиि рддिрдоी
рдо рдд рдЬрд░्рдЬрд░ рд╣ुрди्рдеें рдорд░ूрднूрдоिрддुрд▓्рдп
рдирд╣ुँрджो рд╣ौ рдд рдпрд╣ाँ рддिрдоी

рдо рдмेрд▓ाрдмेрд▓ा рддिрдо्рд░ो
рдаेрд╕ рдмрдиेрд░ рд▓ाрдЧ्рджा рдкрдиि
рдЙрд▓्рдЯै рд╕рдо्рд╣ाрд▓्рдиे рдорд▓ाрдИ рддिрдоी
рдо рдЕрдШि рдмрдв्рдЫु рддрд░
рдоेрд░ो рдкाрдЗрд▓ा рддिрдоी
рдоेрд░ो рдоुрдЯु рдЪрд▓्рдЫ рддрд░
рдд्рдпрд╕рдХो рд╕्рдкрди्рджрди рддिрдоी
рдо рдд рдЙрд╖्рдг рд╣ुрди्рдеें рдмрд▓ौрдЯे рд╡рдЧрд░ рдЭैं
рдирд╣ुँрджो рд╣ौ рдд рдпрд╣ाँ рддिрдоी

рдоैрд▓े рддिрдоीрд▓ाрдИ рдЕрди्рдЬाрдирдоा
рдХрд╣िрд▓े рджुрдЦाрдЙँрджा рдкрдиि
рдЙрд▓्рдЯै рдоेрд░ो рдЖँрд╢ु рдкुрдЫ्рдиे рддिрдоी
рдо рдЖँрдЦा рдЦोрд▓्рдЫु рддрд░
рдоेрд░ो рджृрд╖्рдЯि рддिрдоी
рдо рд╕ाрд╕ рдлेрд░्рдЫु рддрд░
рдоेрд░ो рдЬीрд╡рди рддिрдоी
рдо рдд рдЬीрд░्рдг рд╣ुрди्рдеें рдЦрдг्рдбрд╣рд░ рдЭैं
рдирд╣ुँрджो рд╣ौ рдд рдпрд╣ाँ рддिрдоी

Monday, September 29, 2008

рд╕ेрднेрди рд╕्рдЯोрди- рдЬीрд╡рди

рдХिрди рдХрд╕рд░ी рдХрд╣िрд▓े
рд╕рдкрдиा рдЫिрди्рдирднिрди्рди рднрдпो
рдкूрд░्рдгрд╡िрд░ाрдо рдЦोрдЬेрдХो рддिрдоीрд╕ंрдЧ
рдЬीрд╡рди рдк्рд░рд╢्рдирдЪिрди्рд╣ рднрдпो

рдХिрди рдХрд╕рд░ी рдХрд╣िрд▓े
рдЬीрд╡рди рд╕ेрднेрди рд╕्рдЯोрди рднрдпो
рдЕрдирд╡рд░рдд рдПрдХोрд╣ोрд░ो рдо
рдПрдЙрдЯा рдоाрдеि рдЕрд░्рдХो рдЧрд░्рджै
рдЪाрдЩ рд▓рдЧाрдЗрд░рд╣ेрдХो рдЫु
рдЪुрдЪ्рдЪोрдоुрдЪ्рдЪो рдирдоिрд▓ेрдХा рдвुрдЩ्рдЧाрд╣рд░ू

рдЕрдиि рдЕрдЪाрдирдХ рдкрд░ рдХрддैрдмाрдЯ
рд╣ुрд░्рдпाрдЙँрдЫ्рдпौ рддिрдоी рдПрдЙрдЯा рдмрд▓
рднрддाрднुрдЩ्рдЧ рдмрдиाрдЙँрдЫ рдд्рдпрд╕рд▓े
рдоैрд▓े рд╕рдХीрдирд╕рдХी рд▓рдЧाрдПрдХो рдЦाрдд
рдЫрд░рдкрд╖्рдЯै рд╣ुрди्рдЫु рдлेрд░ि рдо
рддिрдиै рдвुрдЩ्рдЧाрд╣рд░ू рд╕ंрдЧै
рддिрдиै рдвुрдЩ्рдЧाрд╣рд░ू рдЬрд╕्рддै
рдвुрдЩ्рдЧाрдХो рдкीрдбाрд▓ाрдИ рдкрдиि рддिрдоी
рдПрдХрдкрдЯрдХ рдд рдиिрдпाрд▓ेрд░ рд╣ेрд░

рдмрдЯुрд▓рдмाрдЯुрд▓ рдкाрд░्рди рдеाрд▓्рдЫु
рдПрдХрдкрдЯрдХ рдлेрд░ि рдЖрдлूрд▓ाрдИ рдо
рд╕ुрд░ू рдЧрд░्рдЫु рдЪाрдЩ рд▓рдЧाрдЙрди рдлेрд░ि
рддी рдЯुрдХ्рд░ाрдЯाрдХ्рд░ीрд╣рд░ूрд╕ंрдЧ рдЖрдлूрд▓ाрдИ рдо

рджेрдЦिрд░рд╣ेрдХो рдЫु рдЕрд▓िрдкрд░ рдпрддैрддिрд░
рдмрд▓ рддाрдХिрд░рд╣ेрдХी рдЫ्рдпौ рддिрдоी

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Abrupt End......

He was cheerful. He smiled all the time. He was hardworking and he was just 22. I have known him for almost 6 months. A staff working in our office collapsed all of sudden following a severe headache. It was a case of brain hemorrhage. After fighting with life for 5 days, numerous complicated tests, an operation and last few hours in ventilator, he succumbed. We took him to Pashupati Aryaghat. And only the memories remain now. I am still finding it difficult to believe that the cheerful young Mohan is no more with us.


Wednesday, September 24, 2008

рд╕ाрдЗрдХрд▓ рдЪрдв्рдиे рд░ाрд╖्рдЯ्рд░рдкрддिрд▓े рдкрдвाрдПрдХो рдкाрда

рджрдХ्рд╖िрдг рдХोрд░िрдпाрдХा рд░ाрд╖्рдЯ्рд░рдкрддि рд╕ाрдЗрдХрд▓ рдЪрдвेрд░ рдиिрд╡ाрд╕рдмाрдЯ рдЖрдл्рдиो рдХाрд░्рдпाрд▓рдпрддिрд░ рдЬाँрджै рдЧрд░ेрдХो рдлोрдЯो рд╕ोрдорд╡ाрд░рдХो рдПрдЙрдЯा рдкрдд्рд░िрдХाрдоा рдЫाрдкिрдПрдХो рд░рд╣ेрдЫ। рдд्рдпो рдлोрдЯो рдорд▓ाрдИ рдк्рд░ेрд░рдХ рд▓ाрдЧ्рдпो। рдХुрдиै рдкрдиि рд░ाрд╖्рдЯ्рд░рд▓े рдЙрди्рдирддिрдХो рдЬрдЧ рдЦрди्рдиे рдХाрдо рд╕ाрдиाрд╕ाрдиा рдХुрд░ा, рд╕ोрдЪ рд░ рдХ्рд░िрдпाрдХрд▓ाрдкрд╣рд░ुрдХो рд╕ाрдоूрд╣िрдХ рдк्рд░рдпाрд╕ рд░ рддिрдирдХो рдХाрд░्рдпाрди्рд╡рдпрдирдмाрдЯ рдиै рд╢ुрд░ु рд╣ुрди्рдЫ। рд╣ाрдоीрд▓े рдЦै рдХрд╣िрд▓े рд╕िрдХ्рдиे рдд्рдпो рдХुрд░ा? рд╣ाрдоी рдд рдПрдХैрдкрдЯрдХ рдаूрд▓ाрдаूрд▓ा рдХुрд░ाрд╣рд░ु рд╕ोрдЪ्рдЫौं, рдЪрдордд्рдХाрд░рдХो рдЖрд╢ рдЧрд░्рдЫौं рдЕрдиि рдд्рдпो рдкूрд░ा рдирднрдПрдкрдЫि рдПрдХрдЖрд░्рдХाрд▓ाрдИ рджोрд╖ рд▓рдЧाрдПрд░ рдЧрдлै рдоाрдд्рд░ рдЧрд░ेрд░ рдмрд╕्рдЫौं। 

Sunday, September 21, 2008

рджिрдЧ्рдн्рд░рдоिрдд рдоृрдЧрддृрд╖्рдгा

рд╣рд░ेрдХ рджिрди рдирдпाँ рдирдпाँ рдмрд╣ाрдиाрд╕рдЩ्рдЧ


рдЯाрдпрд░рд╣рд░ू рдмрд▓्рдиे рдЧрд░्рдЫрди्


рд╣рд░ेрдХ рд░ाрдд рдПрдЙрдЯै рдЫрдЯрдкрдЯीрд╕рдЩ्рдЧ


рдЬрд▓्рдиे рдЧрд░्рджрдЫु рдо


рдПрдЙрдЯा рдкाрдкी рдкुрдЬाрд░ी

рдЖрдл्рдиै рдк्рд░рд╣ाрд░рд╣рд░ुрд▓े рдЪрд░्рдХाрдПрд░
рдврд▓्рд▓ा рдврд▓्рд▓ा рдЬрд╕्рддो рднрдПрдХा рднिрдд्рддाрд╣рд░ु
рдЦрд╕्рд▓ा рдЦрд╕्рд▓ा рдЬрд╕्рддो рдЫाрдиा рдЕрдиि
рдзूрдоिрд▓ рд╣ुँрджै рдЧрдПрдХो рдЖрд╕्рдеा рдЫोрдбी
рдкрд▓ाрдпрди рд╣ुрди рдЦोрдЬेрдХो рджेрдЙрддाрд▓ाрдИ
рдпрдд्рди рдк्рд░рдпрдд्рди, рдорди्рдд्рд░ рдкूрдЬा рдЧрд░ि
рдмрд▓्рд▓ рдмрд▓्рд▓ рдПрдХрдкрдЯрдХ рдлेрд░ि
рд╕्рдеाрдкिрдд рдЧрд░ेрд░ рдд्рдпрд╣ी рдорди्рджिрд░рдоा
рд▓ाрдоो рд╕ाрд╕ рдлेрд░िрд░рд╣ेрдХो рдЫ
рдПрдЙрдЯा рдкाрдкी рдкुрдЬाрд░ी

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Music of an old house

Ever since I had heard about the 'Namuna Ghar' in Bhaktapur, I had longed to visit that place recreated by Rabindra Puri. Since I was born and brought up in an old traditional Nepali house in Tripureshwor, I have fond memories of the cosy ambiance of a traditional Nepali styled house. I am always remorseful about the fact that my father sold that old house. I always had a dream to build one such traditional house, which is unfulfilled till date.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Shanti didi and Dilip sir

Past week has been unique. It has been like a roller-coaster ride to my childhood. All of a sudden lots of old childhood memories flooded. Many childhood friends came in contact and made me feel like a child again. Yet another fond memory of a dear respected teacher emerged due to Shanti Thatal didi.
Shanti Thatal, a very well known music composer and singer from Darjeeling is in Kathmandu to sing in Paleti Concert Series for September.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Trying to complete my novel


Down the Memory Lane

Life never fails to surprise us. It keep on throwing pleasant or unpleasant surprises at us time and again. Some surprises catch you off hand and make you fall to the ground-flat. Some surprises help you to get up again and move ahead. One such pleasant surprise was a comment followed by a mail from Uddhav Regmi.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Clarifying the confusion

Navin writes,
"You have (c) on the header picture….

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Reaching out to so many people

I had just started blogging and was bit apprehensive about making it public. Whatever I wrote there were entirely my personal perspective. In a way it was like talking to a friend when you are lonely and want to share your feelings. But after mysansar.com linked my blog and posted my writing, I must admit I have reached a huge mass and made a lot of friends. I have been receiving constructive and motivating comments and mails from these friends(known, unknown) all over the world.

рдоैрд▓े рдирдмुрдЭेрдХो рдХुрд░ा

рд╣ुрди рдд рдЕрд╣िрд▓े рдирдпाँ рдиेрдкाрд▓рдХो рдиिрд░्рдоाрдгрдХो рдЧрд╣рди рдЕрднिрднाрд░ा рдмोрдХेрдХाрд╣рд░ूрд▓ाрдИ рдо рдЬрд╕्рддो рддाрддो рди рдЫाрд░ोрдХा рдоाрди्рдЫेрд╣рд░ूрдХा рдЬिрдЬ्рдЮाрд╕ा рд╢ाрди्рдд рдЧрд░्рдиे рднрди्рджा рдзेрд░ै рдаूрд▓ाрдаूрд▓ा рдЬिрдо्рдоेрд╡ाрд░ीрд╣рд░ु рдЫрди्, рдд्рдпो рдоैрд▓े рдирдмुрдЭेрдХो рд╣ोрдЗрди। рдо рд░ाрдЬрдиीрддि рдмुрдЭेрдХो рд╡ा рдзेрд░ै рдкрдвेрд▓ेрдЦेрдХो рд╡िрдж्рд╡ाрди рдкрдиि рд╣ोрдЗрди। рдд्рдпрд╕ैрд▓े рдПрдХ рд╕ाрдзाрд░рдг рдиाрдЧрд░िрдХрдХो рд░ुрдкрдоा рдХेрд╣ी рдк्рд░рд╢्рдирдХो рдЙрдд्рддрд░ рдХрддैрдмाрдЯ рдкाрдП рдЕрд▓िрдХрддि рднрдП рдкрдиि рдоेрд░ो рдШैंрдЯोрдоा рдШाрдо рд▓ाрдЧ्рде्рдпो рднрдиेрд░ рдпрддि рд▓ेрдЦेрдХो рд╣ुँ।

Monday, September 8, 2008

рдзрди рд╣ुрдиेрд▓ाрдИ рдорди рджेрдК, рдорди рд╣ुрдиेрд▓ाрдИ рд╕ाрд░рдеी рдмрдиाрдК

рдЖрдЬ рдмिрд╣ाрдиै рдкрдд्рд░िрдХाрдоा рднрдЩ्рдЧेрд░ा рдоाрд░्рдиे рдЕрдХ्рд╖рд░рдоा рд╢ीрд░्рд╖рдХ рд╕рд╣िрдд рдПрдЙрдЯा рд╕рдоाрдЪाрд░ рдкрдв्рди рдкाрдЗрдпो। рдПрдХ рдЬрдиा 'рднрдХ्рдд' рд▓े рдкрд╢ुрдкрддिрдиाрдердоा рддीрди рдХिрд▓ो рд╕ुрдирдХो рдЦрдбाрдЙ рдЪрдвाрдПрдЫрди्। рдд्рдпрд╕рдХो рдоूрд▓्рдп рд╕ाрдаी рд▓ाрдЦ рдкрд░्рдЫ рд░े। рдзрдирдЧрдвी рддिрд░рдХा рддी рдорд╣ाрди рджाрдиी рд╡्рдпрдХ्рддि рдХрд╕्рддा рд╣ोрд▓ाрди् рднрдиेрд░ рдорд▓ाрдИ рдЙрдд्рд╕ुрдХрддा рдкрдиि рднрдпो। рдЬो рдоाрди्рдЫेрд▓े рд╕ाрдаी рд▓ाрдЦ рджाрди рдЧрд░्рди рд╕рдХ्рдЫ, рдд्рдпो рд╕ंрдЧ рдХрддि рдкैрд╕ा рд╣ोрд▓ा рдд рднрдиेрд░ рдо рдПрдХрдЫिрди рдШोрдд्рд▓िрди рдкрдиि рдкुрдЧें। рдЕрдиि рдХрд░्рдгрджाрд╕рд▓े рдЧाрдПрдХो рдЧीрддрдХो рд╣рд░рдл рдкैंрдЪो рд▓िрдПрд░ рдпो рд▓ेрдЦ्рджैрдЫु। 

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Muktak ma braZesh??

I was pleasantly surprised to receive the notification that I had one comment from Indira Didi (Indira Prasai). When I checked what she had written, I was speechless. She had written a muktak. I could not control my greed to post it here.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Being a kid again

Ujwal, the security guard of my office was in a bit relaxed mood as it was Saturday. He was giving a cycle ride to a small kid of about 6 inside the office compound. As I watched, I noticed the happiness and joy in the small kid's face. She was so happy and glowing from inside as Ujwal was making round circles.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

All of a sudden....

All of a sudden, in box of my email started showing more traffic. I was surprised to find mails from school friends, who have been out of touch for a long time. I was so happy to get an email from Brijesh. Brijesh Adhikari is my childhood friend. He has achieved a lot in life, he is completing his PhD currently. Wow, I will have to call him Dr. Adhikari after sometime. If you happen to re visit my blog and read this, let me tell you that I am so happy for your achievements. I feel as if I have achieved them. We have been friends form class four in school. There are so many fond memories of our friendship. Everything came back to me and for once, I felt that I was back in my school days.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

рдЖрдЧोрдХा рдлूрд▓рд╣рд░ु

рддाрддो рдзुрд╡ाँрд╣рд░ु рдкрд▓ाрдЙँрдЫрди् рдоुрдиा рдмрдиेрд░
рдХोрдкिрд▓ा рд▓ाрдЧ्рдЫрди् рдЭिрд▓्рдХाрд╣рд░ु
рдЖрдЧोрдХा рдлूрд▓рд╣рд░ु рдлुрд▓्рджрдЫрди् рдЕрдиि
рддिрдоीрд▓े рд░ोрдкेрдХो рдмिрд░ुрд╡ाрдоा

рдорджрдирджाрдЗрд▓े рднाрд╡ुрдХ рдмрдиाрдЙँрджा

рдорджрдирдХृрд╖्рдгрд▓े рд╣ँрд╕ाрдЙँрдЫрди्, рдХुрдиै рдиौрд▓ो рдХुрд░ै рднрдПрди। рддрд░ рдЙрдирд▓े рднाрд╡ुрдХ рдкрдиि рдмрдиाрдЙँрджा рд░рд╣ेрдЫрди्। рдХेрд╣ी рджिрди рдЕрдШि рдПрдЙрдЯा рд╕ाрдЩ्рдЧीрддिрдХ рдХाрд░्рдпрдХ्рд░рдордоा рдЙрдирд▓े рдЖрдл्рдиो рдПрдЙрдЯा рдкुрд░ाрдиो рдЧीрдд рд╕ुрдиाрдП,

"рдорд▓ाрдИ рдд рдЬिрди्рджрдЧीрд▓े рдХрддि рд╣ँрд╕ाрдпो рд╣ँрд╕ाрдпो।"

рдд्рдпो рдЧीрддрдХो рдПрдЙрдЯा рд╣рд░рдлрд▓े рдорд▓ाрдИ рднрдиे рдПрдХрджрдо рднाрд╡ुрдХ рдмрдиाрдпो,
"рд╡िрдзाрддाрд▓े рдХिрди рдЖँрдЦा рдЪिрдо्рд▓िрджिрди्рдЫрди्,
рдиिрд░्рджोрд╖ рдмрд▓ीрдХा рдмोрдХा рд░ूँрджा
рдорд▓ाрдИ рдд рдоेрд░ै рднрдЧрд╡ाрдирд▓े рд░ेрдЯी рд░ेрдЯी рд╣ँрд╕ाрдпो"

рд╕рдордпрд░ोрдЧी

рд╕рдордпрдоा рд╣िंрдб्рдиे, рд╕рдордпрдоा рднрдиेрдХो рдаाрдЙँрдоा рдкुрдЧ्рдиे рднрдиेрдХो рдиेрдкाрд▓рдоा рдЦрд░ाрдм рдмाрдиी рд╣ो, рдХुрд▓рдд рд╣ो। рдд्рдпрддिрдоाрдд्рд░ рд╣ोрдЗрди рд▓ौ рдд рднрдиौं рднрдиे рдпो рдПрдЙрдЯा рд░ोрдЧ рд╣ो। рдоेрд░ो рдпो рд╕ोрдЪ рдмाрд░рдо्рдмाрд░ рдк्рд░рдоाрдгिрдд рднै рд░рд╣рди्рдЫ рд░ рдкрдиि рд╣ाрд▓ै рдПрдХрджिрди рдлेрд░ि рдо рдпो рд░ोрдЧрдХो рд╕िрдХाрд░ рд╣ुрди рдкुрдЧें। рдмिрд╣ाрди рдЖрда рдмрдЬेрдХो рд╕рдордпрдоा рдПрдХ рдаाрдЙँрдоा рдПрдХ рдЬрдиा рдоाрди्рдЫेрд╕ंрдЧ рднेрдЯрдШाрдЯрдХो рдХाрд░्рдпрдХ्рд░рдо рддрдп рднрдпो। рднрдиेрдХो рдаाрдЙँрдоा рдо рдаीрдХ рдЖрда рдмрдЬे рдкुрдЧें рд░ рддी рдорд╣ाрдиुрднाрд╡рдХा рд▓ाрдЧि рдзेрд░ै рдд рд╣ोрдЗрди рдкौрдиे рджुрдЗ рдШрдг्рдЯा рдХुрд░ें। рдмाрд░рдо्рдмाрд░ рдлोрдирдоा рдЙрдирд▓े рдкुрдЧ्рди рд▓ाрдЧें, рдирдЬीрдХै рдЫु, рдоोрдбैрдоा рдЫु, рдЬрд╕्рддा рдмрд╣ाрдиा рдмрдиाрдПрд░ рдорд▓ाрдИ рдЕрдб्рдХाрдЗрд░рд╣े।  рдЕрд╣िрд▓े рдд рдоोрдмाрдЗрд▓рдХो рдЬрдоाрдиा рдЫ, рдЬрд╣ाँ рдиेрд░ рднрдПрд░ рдЬрд╣ाँ рдиेрд░ рдЫु рднрди्рди рдкрдиि рдкाрдЗрди्рдЫ। рдк्рд░рд╡िрдзिрдХो рдпो рд╕ुрд╡िрдзाрдХो рдЙрдирд▓े рд╕рдХुрди्рдЬेрд▓ рд╕рджुрдкрдпोрдЧ рдЧрд░े, рдорд▓ाрдИ рдЕрд▓्рдорд▓ाрдПрд░ рд░ाрдЦ्рдирдХा рд▓ाрдЧि।

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Who needs a heart of gold?

While listening to popular artiste Madan Krishna Shrestha practising for his solo concert in Paleti, my attention was drawn by a particular song,
He Bhagwan Mero Khalti Ko Ghaau.......

It is not that I have heard this song, composed and performed in a light comical mood for the first time. But I don't know why, I found myself exploring the deeper and more serious side of the song. Some lines say,

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

рд╡рд░्рд╕ाрдХो рдЧीрдд

Annonymous have commented on "Sometimes...." as;
Not gettin too personal… for some people loving someone might be a blunder.. but there are also some people who think..love of someone is the treasure for their life.. that no one could ever snatch away from them and they live their entire life with the wealth of their love..treasuring it in their heart forever… So it is never a blunder but the most beautiful feeling for them which nothing can give them…correct me if i am wrong…

I agree and respect your perspective annonymous!

Last few postings have been painful. I realized that I was writing about the darker aspects of life unknowingly by posting the translations of sad songs. Who ever have been visiting my blog must have cursed me for making their mood gloomy as well. I have decided that as far as posisble, I will be talking about positive side and brighter things now onwards. As such, there is a lot of pain in people's life. Why should I be adding additional burden by talking about melancholy? In an attempt to compensate what I have done, I am posting a song of rain.

рдпो рдоौрд╕рдордХो рдкрд╣िрд▓ो рд╡рд░्рд╕ाрд▓े
рд╣िрдЬो рд╕ाँрдЭ рдПрдХ्рд▓ै рд░ुрдЭाрдпो
рдоुрд╣ाрд░рднрд░ि рддिрдоीрд▓े рдЪुрдоेрдЭैं рд▓ाрдЧ्рдпो
рдкाрдиीрдХो рдеोрдкाрд▓े рдЬрд╡ рдмिрдЭाрдпो

рдмिрд╣ाрдиीрдкрдЦ рдЪрд░ाрд╣рд░ू рдЪिрд░्рд╡िрд░ाрдП рдЭैं
рдХाрдирдоा рдоेрд░ो рдЖрдПрд░ рддिрдоी рд╕ुрдЯुрдХ्рдХ рднрдиिрджेрдК рд╣ै
рдоेрд░ो рд╕рдо्рдЭрдиाрд▓े рд╣िрдЬो рд░ाрддि
рддिрдо्рд░ो рдкрдиि рдиिрди्рдж्рд░ा рднрдЧाрдпो

рдмिрд░्рд╕िрдПрд░ै, рдЭुрдХ्рдХिрдПрд░ै рддिрдоीрд▓े рдкрдиि рдд
рд╕рдо्рдЭे рдорд▓ाрдИ рдХрд▓्рдкे рдорд▓ाрдИ рдкाрдк рдд рд▓ाрдЧ्рджैрди
рддिрдо्рд░ो рдиाрдо рдирд▓िрдИ рдзрдбрдХिрди्рдЫ
рдоेрд░ो рдоाрдд्рд░ рдЫाрддि рдХрд╣ाँ рдпो

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Sometimes......

Encouraged by positive responses, I am including 2 more translations of classics by Phatteman and Kumar Subba.



A friend of mine, after reading these two translations, asked me,
"Why such 'frustru' songs only?"

Well these are the songs I am translating right now so I guess I do not have choice. I thought for a while to realize that there is a majority of sad songs in Nepal.  And most of the songs which have done good, liked by people and popular are sad ones. Is it because there is sadness in people's life? Is it because majority of the people are betrayed? Or is it because writers and singers are over sensitive and they suffer more than normal people emotionally?

Why there is more melancholy and tears around us than joy and smiles? Why there are more stories of unfulfilled desires than complete relationships in this world? Who does not want to write songs of joy and sing them? If only the world was a better place, if only people could have learnt to understand and respect other person's sentiments, then I would have been translating some merrier emotions and would have felt very happy about it. The writers and singers of these songs might have suffered from their own pain while creating them but believe me, even for me it was painful translating them because I could relate to their anguish and sorrow.

How I wish there were more happiness in the world. How I wish.......... 



Sometimes.......
loving someone could be a blunder


many others will  love you
many heart will bleed for you
to be mine, I mistook a stranger
sometimes.....
loving someone could be a blunder


may your wishes fulfill & your love bloom
though you ignored my love;  shattered my desire
no longer can dream,  my eyes full of gloom
sometimes....
loving someone could be a blunder


рдпрд╕्рддो рдкрдиि рд╣ुँрджो рд░ैрдЫ рдЬिрди्рджрдЧीрдоा рдХैрд▓े рдХैрд▓े
рдХрд╕ैрд▓ाрдИ рдоाрдпा рдЧрд░्рдиु рдПрдЙрдЯा рднूрд▓ рдЧрд░ें рдоैрд▓े 

рдоेрд░ो рдЬрд╕्рддो рдоाрдпा рджिрдиे рддिрдоीрд▓ाрдЗ рд╣рдЬाрд░ рд╣ोрд▓ाрди्
рддिрдо्рд░ा рд▓ाрдЧि рдоेрд░ा рдЬрд╕्рддा рд╣рдЬाрд░ рд╣рдЬाрд░ рдоुрдЯु рд░ोрд▓ाрди्
рдЬрд╕рд▓ाрдИ рдЖрдл्рдиो рд╕рдо्рдЭेрдХो рдеें рдЙрд╣ी рд╡िрд░ाрдиो рднрдпो рдЕрд╣िрд▓े
рдХрд╕ैрд▓ाрдИ рдоाрдпा рдЧрд░्рдиु рдПрдЙрдЯा рднुрд▓ рдЧрд░ें рдоैрд▓े  

рдоेрд░ो рдоाрдпा рдХुрд▓्рдЪिрдЬाрдиे рддिрдо्рд░ो рдоाрдпा рдлрд▓ोрд╕ рдлूрд▓ोрд╕्
рдоेрд░ो рдЗрдЪ्рдЫा рдоाрд░िрдЬाрдиे рддिрдо्рд░ो рдЗрдЪ्рдЫा рд╕рдзै рдкुрдЧोрд╕्
рдЙрджाрд╕ рдЖँрдЦा рдоेрд░ा рдкрдиि рд╕рдкрдиा рджेрдЦ्рдеे рдкрд╣िрд▓े рдкрд╣िрд▓े
рдХрд╕ैрд▓ाрдИ рдоाрдпा рдЧрд░्рдиु рдПрдЙрдЯा рднुрд▓ рдЧрд░ें рдоैрд▓े

I've been sowing
the buds of love in my heart,
for my love to return


holding my tears, anticipating the dawn
remembering her the whole night
making a place for her to dwell
I've been holding together
the pieces of my cracked heart


gazing towards the horizon
Like a static mountain
neither did I melt with tears,
fell with downpour, froze with stone
nor blew like dry leaves
preserving the aroma
like an immortal flower
I've kept alive
for my soul to return


рдоेрд░ी рд░ाрдиी рдлрд░्рдХी рдЖрдЙрд▓ी рднрди्рджा рднрди्рджै рдоैрд▓े 
рдЫाрддी рднрд░ी рдкीрд░рддिрдХो рдлूрд▓ рдЧुрдеी рд░ाрдЦें 

рд░ाрддрднрд░ि рдпाрдж рдЖрдпो рдпाрджै рд╕ाँрдЪी рд░ाрдЦें
рдмिрд╣ाрди рдкрдиि рд╣ोрд▓ा рднрдиी рдЖँрд╢ु рдеाрдоी рд░ाрдЦें
рдоेрд░ो рдоाрдпा рдмрд╕्рди рдЖрдЙрд▓ी рднрди्рджाрднрди्рджै рдоैрд▓े
рдЪрд░्рдХिрдПрдХो рдоुрдЯु рдкрдиि рдЬोрдбीрдЬोрдбी рд░ाрдЦें

рдЭрд░ी рдЬрд╕्рддो рдЭрд░िрдиं рдо рдЖँрд╢ु рдЬрд╕्рддो рдкрдЧ्рд▓िрдиं 
рдкрд░्рд╡рддрдХो рдЫोрд░ो рдЬрд╕्рддो рдХ्рд╖िрддिрдЬ рд╣ेрд░ी рд░рд╣ें
рдвुрдЩ्рдЧा рдЬрд╕्рддो рдЬрдоिрдиं рдо рдкрдд्рдХрд░ рдЬрд╕्рддो рдЙрдбिрдиं
рдЕрдЬрдо्рдмрд░ी рдлूрд▓ рдЬрд╕्рддो рд╡ाрд╕्рдиा рд╕ाँрдЪी рд░ाрдЦें
рдоेрд░ो рдЖрдд्рдоा рдлрд░्рдХी рдЖрдЙрд▓ी рднрди्рджा рднрди्рджै рдоैрд▓े 
рдоाрдЯो рдЬрд╕्рддो рджेрд╣ рдкрдиि рдкाрд▓ीрдкाрд▓ी рд░ाрдЦें

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Who knows if we meet again or not

Well, I have been translating some Nepali songs in English since last few days. Translation is exhausting. Sometimes you get stuck. There is one classic,

"Phool Ko Thunga Bagera Gayo, Ganga Ko Paanima
Kahile Bhet Hola Hai Rajai Yo Jindaganima
"


After being stuck for almost two whole days, I made a breakthrough and I am fairly satisfied with what I have done. Below is the translation. Comments are welcome, negative or positive.

Life flows like a bunch of flowers in river
Who knows if we meet again; ever


Budding love felt
the pang of separation
and tears-the hills shed
in sunshine after a downpour


How long can I pretend to smile
concerned- my companions might
How long can I hold my tears
to cry alone later in the night


Without blinking, When I see
The eastern star staring at me
My beloved in faraway city
I guess, must be remembering me


As per the feedback I received from Mr. Sanjib Karmacharya, I am also including the Nepali text of the song too.

рдлूрд▓рдХो рдеुрдЩ्рдЧा рдмрд╣ेрд░ рдЧрдпो рдЧंрдЧाрдХो рдкाрдиीрдоा
рдХрд╣िрд▓े рднेрдЯ рд╣ोрд▓ा рд╣ै рджाрдЬै рдпो рдЬिрди्рджрдЧाрдиीрдоा 

рдЭрд░ीрдХो рдкрдЫि рдЭुрд▓्рдХेрдХो рдШाрдордоा рдиीрд░ рдЭрд░्‌рдпो рдкрд╣ाрдбрдХो 
рднрд░्рдЦрд░ै рдк्рд░ीрддि рдЧाँрд╕ेрдХो рдмेрд▓ा рдкीрд░ рдкрд░्‌рдпो рдмिрдЫोрдбрдХो
рдХрд╣िрд▓े рднेрдЯ рд╣ोрд▓ा рд╣ै рджाрдЬै рдпो рдЬिрди्рджрдЧाрдиीрдоा

рдирд╣ाँрд╕ु рднрдиे рд╕рдЦीрд▓ाрдИ рдкीрд░ рдоै рд╣ाँрд╕ूं рдХрд╕рд░ी
рд░ोрдЙँрд▓ा рд░ाрддि рднрдиेрд░ рдЖँрд╕ु рдоै рд╕ाँрдЪूं рдХрд╕рд░ी 
рдХैрд▓े рднेрдЯ рд╣ोрд▓ा рд╣ै рджाрдЬै рдпो рдЬिрди्рджрдЧाрдиीрдоा

рд░ाрддрдоा рдорд▓ाрдИ рд╣ेрд░्рджрдЫ рдЯोрд▓ाрдИ рдкूрд░्рд╡рдХो рддाрд░ाрд▓े
рдд्рдпो рдХाрди्рддिрдкुрд░рдоा рд╕рдкрдиाрдХो рд╕ुрд░рдоा рд╕рдо्рдЭ्рдпो рдХि рдк्рдпाрд░ाрд▓े
рдХैрд▓े рднेрдЯ рд╣ोрд▓ा рд╣ै рджाрдЬै рдпो рдЬिрди्рджрдЧाрдиीрдоा

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Friends are........

Friends are gifts from God. Leave something for friend. Never leave friend for something. Coz in life, something will leave you but friends will always live with you.


This is a message which woke me up in the morning. Its so very true. Being a friend is very difficult task and finding a friend is even more difficult. Other relations come with certain expectation and the moment you fail to fulfill them, you start seeing cracks and holes. The more you fail, they become wider and bigger. Intentionally or un intentionally, if you fail, the relationhips start falling apart.



Friendship is only one example which is free from expectation. A friend smiles with your achievement, success and happiness. A friend cries with your pain and failure. It is very hard to find a true friend. If you have one, you are very lucky. Learn to treasure your friendship. It is a treasure.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

рдХाрд▓ो рдмрдЬाрд░рдоा рдкाрдЗँрджैрди рдоाрдпा

рдЕрд╕्рддिрдХो рд╣рдк्рддा рдмрд▓्рд▓ рдмрд▓्рд▓ реи рд▓िрдЯрд░ рдкेрдЯ्рд░ोрд▓ рдкाрдЗрдпो, рдд्рдпो рдкрдиि рдХाрд▓ोрдмрдЬाрд░рдоा।


резрежреж рд░ुрдкैंрдпा рд▓िрдЯрд░рдХो рдкेрдЯ्рд░ोрд▓рд▓ाрдИ реирежреж рд░ुрдкिрдпाँ рддिрд░ेрд░ рдХिрди्рдиुрдкрд░्рджा рд▓ौ рдд рднрди्рдиे рд╣ो рднрдиे рдоेрд░ो рдЪिрдд्рдд рдкрдиि рджुрдЦेрдХो рдеिрдпो। рд░ुрдЦрдоा рдлрд▓्рджैрди рдкैрд╕ा рд░ рдЖрдлूрд▓े рдоेрд╣ेрдирдд рдЧрд░ेрд░ рдХрдоाрдПрдХो рдкैрд╕ा рдд्рдпрд╕рд░ी рдЦрд░्рдЪ рдЧрд░्рдиुрдкрд░्рджा рдо рдЦिрди्рди рдкрдиि рднрдПрдХो рдеिрдПं। рддрд░ рдЖрд╡рд╢्рдпрдХрддाрдХो рдЕрдЧाрдбि рдХेрд╣ी рд▓ाрдЧेрди। рдкेрдЯ्рд░ोрд▓ рдирдкाрдЙрди рдеाрд▓ेрджेрдЦि рдоैрд▓े рдЖрдЬрдХрд▓ рдХрддै рдЬाрдиै рдЫोрдбेрдХो рдЫु। рдкрд╣िрд▓े рдкрд╣िрд▓े рдХेрд╣ी рд╕ाрдеीрд╣рд░ु рдоिрд▓ेрд░ рд╢ुрдХ्рд░рд╡ाрд░ рд╢рдиिрд╡ाрд░ рд╣ुрдиै рд╣ुрди्рдирде्рдпो рдХрддै рди рдХрддै рд▓ाрдоो рдпाрдд्рд░ाрдоा рд╣िंрдбिрд╣ाрд▓्рде्рдпौं рд╣ाрдоी। рдЕрд╣िрд▓े рдд рдШрд░рдмाрдЯ рдЕрдлीрд╕, рдЕрдлीрд╕рдмाрдЯ рдШрд░, рдЯाрдк рд▓рдЧाрдПрдХो рдШोрдбा рдЬрд╕्рддो рднрдЗрд╕рдХेрдХा рдЫौं рд╣ाрдоीрд╣рд░ू рд╕рдмै। рдпрддा рдЙрддि рдХрддै рдЬाрдиै рдкрд░्рдиे рднрдпो рднрдиे рдХिрд▓ोрдоिрдЯрд░рдХो рд╣िрд╕ाрдм рдЧрд░ेрд░ рдЪुрдХрдЪुрдХाрдЙрдиु рдкрд░्рдиे рднрдПрдХो рдЫ।  



рдЖрдЬ рдПрдХ рдЬрдиाрд▓े рдмрдвी рдоोрд▓ рдирддिрд░िрдХрдиै рел рд▓िрдЯрд░ рдкेрдЯ्рд░ोрд▓ рдоिрд▓ाрдЗрджिрдПрдХा рдЫрди्। рдд्рдпो рд▓िрдирдХो рд▓ाрдЧि рдорд▓ाрдИ рдЬाрди рдЖрдЙрди рдЧрд░ेрд░ рейреж рдХिрд▓ोрдоिрдЯрд░ рдЬрддि рд▓ाрдЧ्рдЫ рддрд░ рдкрдиि рдорд▓ाрдИ рддिрдиी рднрдЧрд╡ाрдирд▓े рдоाрдеिрдмाрдЯ рдкрдаाрдЗрджिрдПрдХा рдХुрдиै рджिрд╡्рдпрдкुрд░ुрд╖ рдЬрд╕्рддो рд▓ाрдЧे। рдУрд╣ो, рел рд▓िрдЯрд░ рдкेрдЯ्рд░ोрд▓ рдд्рдпो рдкрдиि рдкрд░рд▓ рдоोрд▓рдоा?

рдЬिрди्рджрдЧीрдоा рд╣рд░ेрдХ рдХुрд░ाрдоा рдкрдиि рд╣ाрдоी рдпрд╕्рддै рд╣ुрди्рдЫौं। рд╕рдо्рд╡рди्рдзрдХा рдХुрд░ाрдоा рдкрдиि рдпрд╣ी рдд рд▓ाрдЧू рд╣ुрди्рдЫ। рд╕рдЬिрд▓ोрд╕ंрдЧ рдЖрд░ाрдорд▓े рдкाрдПрдХो рдоाрдпाрд▓ाрдИ рдкрдиि рд╣ाрдоी рдкрд╣िрд▓े рдкрд╣िрд▓ेрдХो рдкेрдЯ्рд░ोрд▓ рдЬрд╕्рддै рдЧрд░्рдиे рдЧрд░्рдЫौं। рддрд░ рдЬрдм рдд्рдпрд╕рдХो рдЕрднाрд╡ рд╣ुрди рдеाрд▓्рдЫ рдЕрдиि рдоाрдд्рд░ рд╣ाрдоी рдд्рдпрд╕рдХो рдорд╣рдд्рд╡ рдмुрдЭ्рдиे рдЧрд░्рдЫौं। рддрд░ рднाрд╡рдиा, рд╕्рдиेрд╣, рдк्рд░ेрдо рд░ рд╕рдо्рдмрди्рдз рдд рдЕрдЭ рдЭрди् рдХाрд▓ो рдмрдЬाрд░рдоा рдмрдвी рдкैрд╕ा рддिрд░ेрд░ рдкрдиि рдкाрдЗंрджैрди। рдд्рдпрддि рдЬाрди्рджाрдЬाрди्рджै рдкрдиि рдХिрди рд╣ाрдоी рд╕рдЬिрд▓ोрд╕ंрдЧ рдкाрдПрдХो рдХुрд░ाрдХो рдорд╣рдд्рд╡ рдирдмुрдЭ्рдиे рдоूрдв  рд╣ुрди्рдЫौं ?


рд╣ेрд░ौं рдд рдПрдХрдкрдЯрдХ рд╣ाрдо्рд░ो рд╡рд░िрдкрд░ि рдиिрдпाрд▓ेрд░, рднोрд▓ि рдорд╣рдд्рд╡ рдмुрдЭेрд░ рдЪुрдХрдЪुрдХाрдЙрдиु рдкрд░्рдиे рдХрддि рдд्рдпрд╕्рддा рд╕рдо्рдмрди्рдзрд╣рд░ुрдХो рдХрддै рдЖрдЬ рд╣ाрдоी рдмेрд╡ाрд╕्рддा рдд рдЧрд░िрд░рд╣ेрдХा рдЫैрдиौं?

Monday, July 28, 2008

Om Namoh Shivay

The world was coming to an end. Something was tearing the earth apart. There was chaos everywehere. People were running around, shouting and screaming.


I was chanting "Om Namoh Shivay.....Om Namoh Shivay.....Om Namoh Shivay..." somewhere. Lord Shiva appeared in front of me. I can not remember how he exactly looked, it was a vague vision. I was thinking that I should not ask for anything. I did not ask for anything.


But he blessed me. He blessed me that nothing could destroy me, no one could look in to my eyes and dominate me.


Then I woke up. It was midnight. My little daughter, who had slept with me was nudging me. She was suffering from tonsil infection. She had high fever. After giving her cetamol,  cooling her forhead with water soaked cloth & making her sleep, I lay awake for a long time thinking about the strange dream.



Couple of my friends, upon knowing about this dream of mine have suggested that I should go to Shiva Temple and bow my head today. I agree with them. I am planning to do that on my way back to home.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

рдЕрдиुрд╕рд░рдг, рд╣ाрдо्рд░ा рдЪ्рдпाрдирд▓рд╣рд░ूрдХो

рд╕िрдХ्рдиु рд░ाрдо्рд░ो рдХुрд░ा рд╣ो। рд╣ाрдоी рд╕рдмै рд╕ंрдзै рд╕िрдХिрд░рд╣ेрдХा рд╣ुрди्рдЫौं, рдХेрд╣ी рди рдХेрд╣ी, рдХрд╣ीँ рди рдХрд╣ीँ। рддрд░ рдХे рд╕िрдХ्рдиे рд░ рдХे рдирд╕िрдХ्рдиे рднрди्рдиे рдХुрд░ा рдЪाрд╣िँ рдеाрд╣ा рд╣ुрдиुрдкрд░्рдЫ।  
 
рдЕрд╣िрд▓े рд╣ाрдо्рд░ा рдЯेрд▓िрднिрдЬрди рдЪ्рдпाрдирд▓рд╣рд░ुрд▓े рд╣िрди्рджी рд╕рдоाрдЪाрд░ рдЪ्рдпाрдирд▓рдХा рд╡िрдХृрддिрд╣рд░ु рд╕िрдХ्рди рдеाрд▓ेрдХा рдЫрди्। рдЧीрддि рд░िрдкोрд░्рдЯ рднрдиेрд░ рд╣िрдЬो рдПрдЙрдЯा рдЪ्рдпाрдирд▓рд▓े рдЧाрдЗрдЬाрдд्рд░ा рдЧрд░िрд░рд╣ेрдХो рджेрдЦ्рджा рдорд▓ाрдИ рд╡ाрдХ्рдХ рд▓ाрдЧ्рдпो। рдиौрдЯрдЩ्рдХी рдкाрд░ाрдоा рд░ाрд╖्рдЯ्рд░рдкрддि рдиिрд░्рд╡ाрдЪрдирдХो рдкрд░िрдгाрдордХो рдмाрд░ेрдоा рд╡्рдпाрдЦ्рдпा рдЧрд░्рджै рдкृрд╖्рдарднूрдоिрдоा рдЧीрдд рдмрдЬाрдПрд░ рдк्рд░рд╕्рддुрдд рднрдПрдХो рдд्рдпो рд░िрдкोрд░्рдЯ рда्рдпाрдХ्рдХै рд╣िрди्рджी рди्рдпूрдЬ рдЪ्рдпाрдирд▓рд╣рд░ुрдХो рдлोрдЯोрдХрдкी рд▓ाрдЧ्рджрде्рдпो । рд╣िрди्рджी рди्рдпूрдЬ рдЪ्рдпाрдирд▓рд╣рд░ुрд▓े рд╕рд╕्рддो рд▓ोрдХрдк्рд░िрдпрддाрдХो рд▓ाрдЧि рд╕рдоाрдЪाрд░рдХो рд╕्рддрд░рд▓ाрдИ рдиै рд░рд╕ाрддрд▓рдоा рдЬाрдХ्рдиे рдХाрдо рдЧрд░िрд░рд╣ेрдХो рдЖрд╡ाрдЬ рднाрд░рддрдоा рдиै рдЙрда्рди рдеाрд▓िрд╕рдХेрдХो рдмेрд▓ा рд╣ाрдо्рд░ा рдЪ्рдпाрдирд▓рд╣рд░ु рдЕрдм рдд्рдпрд╕ैрдХो рд╕िрдХो рдЧрд░्рди рддिрд░ рд▓ाрдЧेрдХा рдЫрди्। рднाрд░рддрдоा рд╕рдоाрдЪाрд░ рдЪ्рдпाрдирд▓рд╣рд░ुрд▓े рдЖрдл्рдиो рдмिрд╢्рд╡рд╕рдиीрдпрддा рдЧुрдоाрдЗрд╕рдХेрдХा рдЫрди्। рдкрд╣िрд▓े рдкрд╣िрд▓ेрдХा рдордиोрд╣рд░ рдХрд╣ाрдиिрдпाँ рд░ рд╕рдд्рдп рдХрдеा рднрди्рдиे рдкрдд्рд░िрдХा рдЬрд╕्рддा рднрдПрдХा рдЫрди् рднाрд░рддीрдп рд╕рдоाрдЪाрд░ рдЪ्рдпाрдирд▓рд╣рд░ु। рд╣ोрдбрд╡ाрдЬीрдХो рдХ्рд░рдордоा рдЙрдиीрд╣рд░ुрд▓े рдиैрддिрдХрддा, рдЬिрдо्рдоेрд╡ाрд░ी, рддрде्рдп рдЬрд╕्рддा рд╕рдмै рдХुрд░ाрд╣рд░ुрд▓ाрдИ рдкाрдЦा рд▓рдЧाрдЗрд╕рдХेрдХा рдЫрди्। рддрд░ рджुрдЦрдХो рдХुрд░ा рдХे рднрдиे рдЕрдм рд╣ाрдо्рд░ा рд╕рдоाрдЪाрд░ рдЪ्рдпाрдирд▓рд╣рд░ु рдкрдиि рдд्рдпрд╣ी рдмाрдЯोрдоा рд╣िंрдб्рдиे рднрдП। 

рдорд▓ाрдИ рд╕ोрдЪ्рди рд╡ाрдз्рдп рдмрдиाрдЙрдиे рдЕрд░्рдХो рдХुрд░ा рдкрдиि рдЫ। рдкрдЫिрд▓्рд▓ो рд╡рд░्рд╕ рд╕рдЧрд░рдоाрдеा рдЯिрднीрдХो рд▓ाрдЧि рдоैрд▓े рдкрд░ाрдорд░्рд╢рджाрддा рднрдПрд░ рдХेрд╣ी рд╕рдордп рдХाрдо рдЧрд░ेрдХो рдеिрдПं । рдд्рдпрддिрдмेрд▓ा рд╕्рд╡рд░рд╕рдо्рд░ाрдЯрдХो рдкुрдирд░्рдЬрди्рдо рднрдиेрд░ рдПрдЙрдЯा рди्рдпूрдЬрдм्рд░ेрдХ рдЧрд░्рджा рдЕрд▓िрдХрддि рдиौрдЯрдЩ्рдХी рдоैрд▓े рдкрдиि рдЧрд░्рди рд╕िрдХाрдПрдХो рдеिрдПं । рдд्рдпो рдмेрд▓ाрдоा рднाрд░рддीрдп рди्рдпूрдЬ рдЪ्рдпाрдирд▓рдХो рд╕िрдХो рд╣ुрди рд▓ाрдЧ्рдпो рднрдиेрд░ рдХрд╕ैрдХрд╕ैрд▓े рднрдиेрдХा рдеिрдП । рдХрддै рдоैрд▓े рдиै рдпो рдк्рд░рд╡िрдд्рддि рднिрдд्рд░्рдпाрдЙрди рд╢ुрд░ुрд╡ाрдд рдЧрд░ेрдХो рдд рд╣ैрди рднрдиेрд░ рдо рдПрдХрдЫिрди рдЭрд╕рдЩ्рдЧ рдкрдиि рднрдПं । (рд▓िрдЩ्рдХ)
 
рд╣ाрдоी рдХिрди рдЫिрдоेрдХीрдХो рдЧрд▓рдд рдХुрд░ाрд╣рд░ु рдоाрдд्рд░ै рд╕िрдХ्рдиे рдЧрд░्рдЫौं? рд░ाрдЬрдиीрддि, рдХрд▓ा, рд╕िрдиेрдоा, рд╕рдЩ्рдЧीрдд, рдЯेрд▓िрднिрдЬрди рдХाрд░्рдпрдХ्рд░рдо, рд╕рдоाрдЪाрд░, рдмोрд▓ीрдЪाрд▓ी, рдЖрдЪрд░рдг рд░ рд╡्рдпрд╡рд╣ाрд░рдоा рдЬрд╣िрд▓े рдкрдиि рд╣ाрдоी рдЧрд▓рдд рдЕрдиुрд╕рд░рдг рдоाрдд्рд░ рдХिрди рдЧрд░्рдЫौं?

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Love beyond the bars

I smiling girl is flashing her engagement ring. I saw the picture in one of the newspapers this morning. It was very usual, but the unusual part was the caption which said this 20 years old girl has been engaged to Charles Shovraj. She had been visiting him in prison to help in the translation of his case. They fell in love. My first reaction was,
"How could a 20 years old girl fall in love with Charles Shovraj?"

But later on I realized that I could not be judgemental. What do I know about them? What do I know about the girl or Charles Shovraj? The only thing I know about him is whatever I have read in newspapers, heard or seen in Television. Whatever developed between them, however it developed is entirely between them. And it is entirely their own personal buisness. Love is the strangest thing. It can happen to anyone, anywhere and it has no barriers.

To LOVE someone, only one reason is sufficient; that you love him or her.
To LEAVE someone, you can find many many reasons.

Leaving someone is easy, loving someone is not.

рдЕрд▓ि рд╡िрд╕्рддाрд░рдоा,


рдк्рд░рд╕рди्рди рдоुрдж्рд░ाрдоा рдЖрдл्рдиो рдФंрд▓ाрдоा рднрдПрдХो рдФंрдаी рджेрдЦाрдЗрд░рд╣ेрдХी рдПрдЙрдЯी рдпुрд╡рддीрдХो рдлोрдЯोрд▓े рдоेрд░ो рдз्рдпाрди рддाрди्рдпो। рдд्рдпो рдпрд╕рдХो “рдЗрди्рдЧेрдЬрдоेрдг्рдЯ” рдХो рдФंрдаी рд░рд╣ेрдЫ। рддрд░ рдд्рдпो рдлोрдЯोрдХो рдоुрдиि рдЫाрдкिрдПрдХो рдХुрд░ा рдкрдвेрд░ рдд рдПрдХрдЫिрди рдЬिрд▓्рд▓ рдиै рдкрд░ें। рддी реиреж рд╡рд░्рд╖ीрдпा рдпुрд╡рддीрдХो “рдЗрди्рдЧेрдЬрдоेрдг्рдЯ” рдЪाрд░्рд▓्рд╕ рд╢ोрднрд░ाрдЬрд╕ंрдЧ рднрдПрдХो рд░рд╣ेрдЫ। рд╢ोрднрд░ाрдЬрдХो рдоुрдж्рджाрдХो рд╕рди्рджрд░्рднрдоा рдЕрдиुрд╡ाрджрдХा рд▓ाрдЧि рд╕рд╣рдпोрдЧ рдЧрд░्рди рдЬाँрджा рдЙрдиीрд╣рд░ुрдХो рдмीрдЪрдоा рдк्рд░ेрдо рдкрд▓ाрдПрдХो рдХुрд░ा рдд्рдпрд╣ाँ рдЙрд▓्рд▓ेрдЦ рдеिрдпो। 

рдоेрд░ो рдкрд╣िрд▓ो рдк्рд░рддिрдХृрдпा рдеिрдпो, рдПрдЙрдЯी реиреж рд╡рд░्рд╖ीрдпा рдпुрд╡рддीрдХो рдЪाрд░्рд▓्рд╕ рд╢ोрднрд░ाрдЬрд╕ंрдЧ рдк्рд░ेрдо? рдпो рдХрд╕рд░ी рд╕рдо्рднрд╡ рд╣ुрди рд╕рдХ्рдЫ? рдпो рдХुрд░ा рдоेрд░ो рдордирдоा рдиिрдХै рдмрд░ рд░рд╣िрд░рд╣्рдпो, рдЦेрд▓िрд░рд╣्рдпो।  

рдЕрд▓िрдХ рдмेрд░ рд╕ोрдЪेрдкрдЫि рдорд▓ाрдИ рд▓ाрдЧ्рдпो, рдо рдХिрди рдпрд╕рд░ी рдиिрд╖्рдХрд░्рд╖рдоा рдкुрдЧ्рди рдЦोрдЬिрд░рд╣ेрдХो рдЫु? рд╣ाрдоी рд╕рдмैрдХो рдмाрдиी рд╣ुрди्рдЫ, рджेрдЦेрдХो рд░ рд╕ुрдиेрдХो рдХुрд░ाрдХो рднрд░рдоा рдЖрдл्рдиो рд╕ोрдЪ рдмрдиाрдЙрдиे। рдо рддी рдпुрд╡рддीрдХो рдмाрд░ेрдоा рдХेрд╣ी рдкрдиि рдЬाрди्рджिрдиं। рд╢ोрднрд░ाрдЬрдХो рдмाрд░ेрдоा рдкрдиि рдорд▓ाрдИ рдд्рдпрддि рдиै рдеाрд╣ा рдЫ рдЬрддि рдоैрд▓े рдкрдд्рд░िрдХाрдоा рдкрдвेрдХो рдЫु, рд░ेрдбिрдпो рдЯिрднीрдоा рд╕ुрдиेрдХो рд╡ा рджेрдЦेрдХो рдЫु। рдд्рдпрд╕рдмाрд╣ेрдХ рдкрдиि рдПрдЙрдЯा рдоाрди्рдЫेрдХो рд░ुрдкрдоा рдкрдиि рдд рд╢ोрднрд░ाрдЬрдХो рдЖрдл्рдиै рд╡्рдпрдХ्рддिрдд्рд╡ рдЫ рдиि। рдд्рдпрд╕ рдЕрд░्рдердоा рд╣ेрд░्рджा рдЙрдиीрд╣рд░ुрдХो рдмीрдЪрдоा рдХिрди рд░ рдХрд╕рд░ी рдд्рдпो рд╕рдо्рдмрди्рдз рдмрди्рди рдЧрдпो, рдд्рдпрд╕рдХा рдкрдЫाрдбि рдХे рдХाрд░рдгрд╣рд░ु рдеिрдП рднрди्рдиे рдХुрд░ा рдЙрдиीрд╣рд░ुрд▓ाрдИ рдоाрдд्рд░ рдеाрд╣ा рд╣ुрдиे рдХुрд░ा рд╣ो। рддी рдХुрд░ाрд╣рд░ु рдорд▓ाрдИ рдоाрдд्рд░ рд╣ोрдЗрди рд╣ाрдоी рдХрд╕ैрд▓ाрдИ рдкрдиि рдХेрд╣ी рдеाрд╣ा рдЫैрди।  

рдпрд╕рд▓ाрдИ рдПрдЙрдЯा рдЙрджाрд╣рд░рдгрдХो рд░ुрдкрдоा рдоाрдд्рд░ рд▓िрдПрд░ рдо рд╕ोрдЪ्рди рдеाрд▓ें। рд╡ाрд╕्рддрд╡рдоै рдк्рд░ेрдо рднрди्рдиे рдХुрд░ा рдЕрддि рдиै рдЕрдиौрдаो рд╣ुрди्рдЫ। рдпो рдХुрдиै рдкрдиि рдмेрд▓ा, рдХрд╕ैрд╕ंрдЧ рдкрдиि рд╣ुрди рд╕рдХ्рдЫ। рди рдд рдд्рдпрд╕рдХो рдХुрдиै рдоाрдкрджрдг्рдб рдЫ, рди рдХुрдиै рддрд░्рдХ, рди рдХुрдиै рдиीрддिрдиिрдпрдо рд░ рди рдХुрдиै рд╕ीрдоा। рдк्рд░ेрдорд▓ाрдИ рди рдЙрдоेрд░рд▓े, рди рдЬाрддрд▓े, рди рд╕ाрдоाрдЬिрдХ рд╕्рддрд░рд▓े, рди рдд рднूрдЧोрд▓рд▓े, рдХेрд╣ीрд▓े рдкрдиि рдмाँрдз्рди рдирд╕рдХेрдХा рдХрддि рдк्рд░рд╕ंрдЧрд╣рд░ु рдЫрди्। рдкुрд░ाрдгрдХा рдкाрдиा рдкрд▓्рдЯाрдП рдкрдиि, рдЗрддिрд╣ाрд╕ рдЦोрддрд▓ेрд░ рд╣ेрд░े рдкрдиि рдЕрдерд╡ा рд╣ाрдо्рд░ै рдкрд░िрд╡ेрд╢рд▓ाрдИ рдиिрдпाрд▓े рдкрдиि рдпрд╕्рддा рдк्рд░ेрдордк्рд░рд╕ंрдЧрд╣рд░ु рдеुрдк्рд░ै рдеुрдк्рд░ै рдирдкाрдЗрдиे рд╣ोрдЗрдирди्। рдд्рдпрд╕ैрд▓े рдХैрджрдХो рдбрдг्рдбी рд╡ाрд░िрдкाрд░ि рдкрдиि рдк्рд░ेрдо рдкрд▓ाрдПрди рд╣ोрд▓ा рднрдиेрд░ рднрди्рди рдХрд╣ाँ рд╕рдХिрди्рдЫ рд░?
 
рдпрд╣ी рд╡िрд╖рдпрдоा рд╕рдоाрдоाрди्рдп рдЫрд▓рдлрд▓ рд╣ुँрджा рдоैрд▓े рдоेрд░ा рдоिрдд्рд░ рдЧाрдпрдХ рддрдеा рд╕рдЩ्рдЧीрддрдХाрд░ рдЖрднाрд╕рд▓ाрдИ рдЕрдЪрдо्рдо рд▓ाрдЧेрди рднрдиेрд░ рд╕ोрдзेрдХो рдеिрдПं। рдЙрдирд▓े рдкрдиि рднрдиे, 
“рдЕрдЪрдо्рдо рд▓ाрдЧ्рдиे рдХुрд░ा рдХे рдЫ рд░? рдпो рд╕्рд╡ाрднाрд╡िрдХ рдХुрд░ा рд╣ो। рддрд░ рдХे рднрдиे рдпрд╕्рддा рд╕рдо्рдмрди्рдзрд╣рд░ु рдХि рдд рдХुрдЦ्рдпाрдд рдХि рдд рдк्рд░рдЦ्рдпाрдд рдоाрди्рдЫेрд╣рд░ुрдХा рднрдП рдоाрдд्рд░ рд╣ाрдоी рд╕рд╣рдЬ рд░ुрдкрдоा рд╕्рд╡ीрдХाрд░्рдиे рдЧрд░्рдЫौं।”  

рдЕрд╕्рд╡ाрднाрд╡िрдХ рдкрд░िрд╕्рдеिрддिрдоा рдЬрди्рдордиे рдк्рд░ेрдо рд╕рдо्рдмрди्рдзрд╣рд░ु рдиिрд╢्рдЪрдп рдиै рдЬрдЯिрд▓ рд╣ुрди्рдЫрди्। рддिрдирд▓े рдЖрдлूрд╕ंрдЧै рд╣рдЬाрд░ौं рдЕрдк्рда्рдпाрд░ाрд╣рд░ु рдмोрдХेрд░ рдЖрдЙँрдЫрди्। рд╕ाрдоाрдЬिрдХ рдоाрди्рдпрддा, рдиैрддिрдХ рдоूрд▓्рдпрдХा рдк्рд░рд╢्рдирд╣рд░ु рдкрдиि рдЙрда्рдиे рдЧрд░्рдЫрди्। рддрд░ рдк्рд░ेрдорд▓ाрдИ рддी рдХुрд░ाрд╣рд░ुрд╕ंрдЧ рдЬोрдб्рдиु рдХрддि рдЙрдЪिрдд рд╣ो рд╡ा рд╣ोрдЗрди рднрди्рдиे рдХुрд░ा рд╣ाрдоी рд╣рдд्рдкрддि рд╕ोрдЪ्рджैрдиौं। рдд्рдпрд╕рд▓ाрдИ рдЕрдиुрдЪिрдд рд╣ुрдиुрдХो рдЫाрдк рд▓рдЧाрдЙрдиु рдЕрдШि рд╣ाрдоी рджुрдЗрдкрдЯрдХ рдкрдиि рд╕ोрдЪ्рджैрдиौं। рдУрд╢ोрд▓े рднрдиेрдХा рдЫрди् рдоाрдпा рднрди्рдиे рдХुрд░ा рд╕рдмैрднрди्рджा рдоाрдеि рд╣ुрди्рдЫ। рдПрдХрдЬрдиा рдХрд╕ैрд▓ाрдИ рдоाрдпा рдЧрд░्рдиुрдХो рдЕрд░्рде рдЕрд░ु рдХрд╕ैрд▓ाрдИ рдоाрдпा рдирдЧрд░्рдиु рд╣ोрдЗрди। рдоाрдпा рднाрдЧ рд▓рдЧाрдЙрдиे рдХुрд░ा рд╣ोрдЗрди। рдПрдЙрдЯाрдХो рднाрдЧрдмाрдЯ рдХрдЯाрдПрд░ рдЕрд░्рдХो рдХрд╕ैрд▓ाрдИ рдмाँрдб्рдиे рдХुрд░ा рд╣ैрди рдоाрдпा।  

рд╣ुрди рдкрдиि рд╣ो, рдоाрдпा рдХि рдд рд▓ाрдЧ्рдЫ, рдХि рдд рд▓ाрдЧ्рджैрди। рдзेрд░ैрдеोрд░ैрдХो рдХुрд░ा рдиै рдЖрдЙँрджैрди рдоाрдпाрдоा। рдХрд╕ैрд▓ाрдИ рдоाрдпा рдЧрд░्рди рдПрдЙрдЯै рдоाрдд्рд░ рдХाрд░рдг рдкрд░्рдпाрдк्рдд рд╣ुрди्рдЫ, рдд्рдпो рдоाрди्рдЫेрдХो рдоाрдпा рд▓ाрдЧ्рдиु। рдд्рдпो рд▓ाрдЧ्рдпो рднрдиे рдк्рд░ेрдо рдЖрдлैрдоा рдкूрд░्рдг рд╣ुрди्рдЫ। рдд्рдпрд╕рдХा рдкрд░िрдгाрдо, рдд्рдпрд╕рд▓े рдиिрдо्рдд्рдпाрдЙрдиे рд╕рдХाрд░ाрдд्рдордХ рдирдХाрд░ाрдд्рдордХ рд╕рдмै рдХुрд░ाрд╣рд░ु рдЧौрдг рд╣ुрди рдЬाрди्рдЫрди् рддрд░ рдоाрдпा рдирд▓ाрдЧ्рдирдХा рд▓ाрдЧि, рдоाрдпा рдирдЧрд░्рдирдХा рд▓ाрдЧि рднрдиे рддिрдиै рдХाрд░рдгрд╣рд░ु рд╕рд░्рд╡ोрдкрд░ि рд╣ुрдиे рдЧрд░्рдЫрди्। рд╣рдЬाрд░ौं рд▓ाрдЦौं рдХाрд░рдгрд╣рд░ु рдлेрд▓ा рдкाрд░्рди рд╕рдХिрди्рдЫ рдоाрдпा рдирдЧрд░्рдирдХा рд▓ाрдЧि। 

рд╢ाрдпрдж рдд्рдпрд╕ैрд▓े рд╣ोрд▓ा, рдоाрдпा рдЧрд░्рди рдЬрддि рдЧाрд╣्рд░ो рд╣ुрди्рдЫ, рдоाрдпा рдирдЧрд░्рди рдд्рдпрддि рдиै рд╕рдЬिрд▓ो рд╣ुрди्рдЫ।
рдЕрд╕ाрд░ реирей, реирежремрел рдХाрди्рддिрдкुрд░ рджैрдиिрдХрдоा рдк्рд░рдХाрд╢िрдд

Monday, June 9, 2008

When we are selfish

Last night, I was watching the football match between Germany & Poland. It was a tough competition. Its part of the game that some team has to win. I noticed a major problem in the players of Poland, whenever they got the ball inside the D box of the opponents, the player having the control of the ball tried to score himself. It happened repeatedly where as Germans detached themself from that personal greed. They played for the team. The result was obvious, Germany won 2-0.


Even in life, we tend to surrender to the temptation of scoring and most of the times and forget we too have a team. The team can be a family, bunch of our friends or even a single person who is equivalent to a whole team, a whole world, universe or everything for us.


When we play for our team, provide them with opportunity to score in life, the final victory is ours. But most of the times, we are playing individual games. That will ultimately make everyone loose. So we have to get over the personal feeling, play with them, play for them, like a team. Then only can we win the game of life.  


But it is a very hard sometimes to decide which is our team, whom to play with and play for. If we make the mistake in identifying, we will end up ruining ourself & our team. In that case the people we think whom we are trying to make happy by sacrificing the opportunity to score will also achieve nothing. How can they be happy when we are making ourself unhappy. Such sacrifices are meaningles.


Believe me, life is a very tough game to play.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Tiny treasures of life

We tend to forget the importance of tiny little things in life. Its human nature. It is not that we do not realize its value, but sometimes we take certain things for granted in life. In relationships too, we take things for granted after sometime. We should refrain from doing so. Because when we take things for granted, we might be hurting the sentiments of the other person unknowingly, unintentionally.


We should try to cherish small things and small gestures from the other person. These small moments, small things make a big difference in life.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Other Side Of The Picture

I woke up with the sound of rain this morning. It was pouring heavily. With a cup of tea in my hand, I came out to the small verendah attached to my bed room and I saw a small teddy bear there. It was washed and kept their for drying.


I remember that we had bought it when our daughter Shayesta was about 2 years old. She was fast asleep when we reached home. We thought that she would be pleasantly surprised to see it upon waking up. So we put in the bed, near to her. A relative paid a visit and we were talking in the bedroom itself. When Shayesta woke up, she saw the relative first and the teddy. She assumed that the teddy was a gift from that relative. When later we said that it was us who brought it for her, she refused to believe.


She was an innocent child. But In life even mature people sometimes suffer from such confusions. The circumstances lead to misunderstanding and the way Shayesta found it difficult to accept the fact, we tend to believe in what is seen directly.


But there are other side of the picture too. Every coin has two sides.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Darkness is just absence of light..................

22:42 HRS


..................Let the light keep going, brightness is yours.


This is not my line. I have borrowed it from a friend. It is amazing that someone can be so positive in life. I admire that friend of mine who radiates positive energy all the time.


In my previous post I had talked about Talat's song, "Harek mod se milta hai rasta koi."


It reallly is the ultimate truth. In life, everyone has to travel through dark tunnels. Sometimes the tunnels are longer, sometimes shorter. When going through the pitch darkness, you can see a small dot in front of you. That dot is the light coming from the other end of the tunnel. Sometimes, even if you do not see that point, you should not be discouraged. It has to appear, sooner or later. You just have to keep moving ahead. The longer the tunnel, the smaller the dot. It might be as small as a needle point. But as you move ahead the dot becomes brighter and bigger.


When you reach the other end, VOILA! You see the sunshine.


Everyone goes through a dark tunnel, that is part of life and everyone sees a tiny bright spot sooner or later.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Oh Tenzing

Few days back, i happened to be a part of the audience of a special program. Aavaas, a musical scholar, composer and singer was singing. The venue was Embassy of India. Occassion, unofficially to bid farewell to Indian Ambassador.



Apart from many other songs he sang, I remember one right now is,
"Oh Tenzing maile yo prem ko pahad kahile naghne hola?"


If you try to go deep behind the meaning as I did, it says a lot. The most difficult height to scale is not Mount Everest, it is the height of love, emotion and affection. You have to give a lot. You have to empty yourself in love and the sad part is, the other person might not even realize the value of what you have sacrificed. The world has become so materialistic and so are the people.


The pahad of maya has become taller and taller. So when aavaas was asking with Tenzing "maile yo maya ko pahad kahile naghne hola?" I sincerely wished that someone would definitely volunteer to answer this. Aavaas, there are lot many people who are seeking the answer along with you. If you get an answer to this quesytion, please share it with me at least.


"Prem ko pahad kahile naghne hola?" 

Remembering Talat Mehmood

Its been long since I went through my music collection and listened to any of my favorites. Suddenly I remembered a song by Talat Mehmood which says,
"Harek mod se milta hai raasta koi
Nazar to dhoond hi leta hai aasra koi"


Life has unpredicatble twists and turns. It seems so true that there must be a new path to be explored after each bends. Life has to move on, it can never go back. I sometimes wonder why life plays strange games with us? Why do we have to face sharp unexpected bends and adjust to new lanes? Why life can not be a simple straight journey?


There are certain people who can easily adapt to the new lane and move ahead cheerfully. And there are other people who find it difficult to adjust. Also there are people who can not simply prepare themselves to forget things easily and move on. To those people, committment, promises, shared moments and dreams woven together matter above everything else. They are ruled by their heart, not their brain. Brain is calculative, its decisions are ruthless wheras heart never calculates pros and cons. It knows nothing apart from emotion.


People who are ruled by their heart are often ridiculed, branded impractical and emotional fools. But that is the way they are. They suffer alone. When they believe in someone or somthing, they believe in totality. When their belief is shattered, they are devastated.