Monday, September 29, 2008

सेभेन स्टोन- जीवन

किन कसरी कहिले
सपना छिन्नभिन्न भयो
पूर्णविराम खोजेको तिमीसंग
जीवन प्रश्नचिन्ह भयो

किन कसरी कहिले
जीवन सेभेन स्टोन भयो
अनवरत एकोहोरो म
एउटा माथि अर्को गर्दै
चाङ लगाइरहेको छु
चुच्चोमुच्चो नमिलेका ढुङ्गाहरू

अनि अचानक पर कतैबाट
हुर्याउँछ्यौ तिमी एउटा बल
भताभुङ्ग बनाउँछ त्यसले
मैले सकीनसकी लगाएको खात
छरपष्टै हुन्छु फेरि म
तिनै ढुङ्गाहरू संगै
तिनै ढुङ्गाहरू जस्तै
ढुङ्गाको पीडालाई पनि तिमी
एकपटक त नियालेर हेर

बटुलबाटुल पार्न थाल्छु
एकपटक फेरि आफूलाई म
सुरू गर्छु चाङ लगाउन फेरि
ती टुक्राटाक्रीहरूसंग आफूलाई म

देखिरहेको छु अलिपर यतैतिर
बल ताकिरहेकी छ्यौ तिमी

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

साइकल चढ्ने राष्ट्रपतिले पढाएको पाठ

दक्षिण कोरियाका राष्ट्रपति साइकल चढेर निवासबाट आफ्नो कार्यालयतिर जाँदै गरेको फोटो सोमवारको एउटा पत्रिकामा छापिएको रहेछ। त्यो फोटो मलाई प्रेरक लाग्यो। कुनै पनि राष्ट्रले उन्नतिको जग खन्ने काम सानासाना कुरा, सोच र क्रियाकलापहरुको सामूहिक प्रयास र तिनको कार्यान्वयनबाट नै शुरु हुन्छ। हामीले खै कहिले सिक्ने त्यो कुरा? हामी त एकैपटक ठूलाठूला कुराहरु सोच्छौं, चमत्कारको आश गर्छौं अनि त्यो पूरा नभएपछि एकआर्कालाई दोष लगाएर गफै मात्र गरेर बस्छौं। 

Sunday, September 21, 2008

दिग्भ्रमित मृगतृष्णा

हरेक दिन नयाँ नयाँ बहानासङ्ग


टायरहरू बल्ने गर्छन्


हरेक रात एउटै छटपटीसङ्ग


जल्ने गर्दछु म


एउटा पापी पुजारी

आफ्नै प्रहारहरुले चर्काएर
ढल्ला ढल्ला जस्तो भएका भित्ताहरु
खस्ला खस्ला जस्तो छाना अनि
धूमिल हुँदै गएको आस्था छोडी
पलायन हुन खोजेको देउतालाई
यत्न प्रयत्न, मन्त्र पूजा गरि
बल्ल बल्ल एकपटक फेरि
स्थापित गरेर त्यही मन्दिरमा
लामो सास फेरिरहेको छ
एउटा पापी पुजारी

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

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.

मैले नबुझेको कुरा

हुन त अहिले नयाँ नेपालको निर्माणको गहन अभिभारा बोकेकाहरूलाई म जस्तो तातो न छारोका मान्छेहरूका जिज्ञासा शान्त गर्ने भन्दा धेरै ठूलाठूला जिम्मेवारीहरु छन्, त्यो मैले नबुझेको होइन। म राजनीति बुझेको वा धेरै पढेलेखेको विद्वान पनि होइन। त्यसैले एक साधारण नागरिकको रुपमा केही प्रश्नको उत्तर कतैबाट पाए अलिकति भए पनि मेरो घैंटोमा घाम लाग्थ्यो भनेर यति लेखेको हुँ।

Monday, September 8, 2008

धन हुनेलाई मन देऊ, मन हुनेलाई सारथी बनाऊ

आज बिहानै पत्रिकामा भङ्गेरा मार्ने अक्षरमा शीर्षक सहित एउटा समाचार पढ्न पाइयो। एक जना 'भक्त' ले पशुपतिनाथमा तीन किलो सुनको खडाउ चढाएछन्। त्यसको मूल्य साठी लाख पर्छ रे। धनगढी तिरका ती महान दानी व्यक्ति कस्ता होलान् भनेर मलाई उत्सुकता पनि भयो। जो मान्छेले साठी लाख दान गर्न सक्छ, त्यो संग कति पैसा होला त भनेर म एकछिन घोत्लिन पनि पुगें। अनि कर्णदासले गाएको गीतको हरफ पैंचो लिएर यो लेख्दैछु। 

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

आगोका फूलहरु

तातो धुवाँहरु पलाउँछन् मुना बनेर
कोपिला लाग्छन् झिल्काहरु
आगोका फूलहरु फुल्दछन् अनि
तिमीले रोपेको बिरुवामा

मदनदाइले भावुक बनाउँदा

मदनकृष्णले हँसाउँछन्, कुनै नौलो कुरै भएन। तर उनले भावुक पनि बनाउँदा रहेछन्। केही दिन अघि एउटा साङ्गीतिक कार्यक्रममा उनले आफ्नो एउटा पुरानो गीत सुनाए,

"मलाई त जिन्दगीले कति हँसायो हँसायो।"

त्यो गीतको एउटा हरफले मलाई भने एकदम भावुक बनायो,
"विधाताले किन आँखा चिम्लिदिन्छन्,
निर्दोष बलीका बोका रूँदा
मलाई त मेरै भगवानले रेटी रेटी हँसायो"

समयरोगी

समयमा हिंड्ने, समयमा भनेको ठाउँमा पुग्ने भनेको नेपालमा खराब बानी हो, कुलत हो। त्यतिमात्र होइन लौ त भनौं भने यो एउटा रोग हो। मेरो यो सोच बारम्बार प्रमाणित भै रहन्छ र पनि हालै एकदिन फेरि म यो रोगको सिकार हुन पुगें। बिहान आठ बजेको समयमा एक ठाउँमा एक जना मान्छेसंग भेटघाटको कार्यक्रम तय भयो। भनेको ठाउँमा म ठीक आठ बजे पुगें र ती महानुभावका लागि धेरै त होइन पौने दुइ घण्टा कुरें। बारम्बार फोनमा उनले पुग्न लागें, नजीकै छु, मोडैमा छु, जस्ता बहाना बनाएर मलाई अड्काइरहे।  अहिले त मोबाइलको जमाना छ, जहाँ नेर भएर जहाँ नेर छु भन्न पनि पाइन्छ। प्रविधिको यो सुविधाको उनले सकुन्जेल सदुपयोग गरे, मलाई अल्मलाएर राख्नका लागि।

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