Thursday, December 6, 2012

.....हिमाल बेच्न पाइयोस्


published in Naagarik daily.

नभेम्वर ३, २०११, बिहान पौने सात बजे
पोखराको टूरिष्ट बस पार्क । माकलटोपी लगाएको एउटा बूढो मान्छे यता र उति गर्दै छ । बस चढ्न आएका ‘खैरे’ हरुलाई उसका अभ्यस्त आँखाहरु तौलन खोज्दैछन् । हातमा बोकेको एउटा हिमश्रृँखलाका लाम्चो पोष्टर फिंजाएर देखाउँदै ऊ खैरेका झुण्डझुण्ड चाहार्दै छ ।
‘व्यूटीफूल माउण्टेन सर । चीप एण्ड बेस्ट ।’

Friday, November 2, 2012

Hands & The Man

Amod called. He is a childhood friend for me. For others, he is a story writer Amod Dev Bhattarai.  Thanks to the ‘superb call quality of the phone call, I could make out some of the words he said,“Brazesh…hissssss…editor……mute…..New Yorker magazine….silence….get together..hissss….Bhoomi, Lazimapt….noise..Tues….silence….2nd……hissss….Sept……five..hisssss…..thirty….silence.” 
And, then the line disconnected. Cool enough, rest was for me to put two and two together. After all if you can understand what is being said, the purpose of the communication is achieved. People blame our telecom service providers for nothing. It’s a miracle in itself that a person  from almost 17 km away was able to convey his message to me.  

Monday, June 25, 2012

एसएलसीको हाउगुजी

कोहीकोही मानिसमा अचम्मको क्षमता हुन्छ। उनीहरू मोबाइलको रचिार्ज कार्ड कोट्याएर १४ अंक एकपटक हेरेको भरमा सम्झन सक्छन्। 'आइडेटिक मेमोरी' भनिने दिमागको एउटा तत्त्व बलियो हुने यस्ता मानिस अंक मात्र नभई हरेक कुरा एकदमै मिहिन रूपमा सम्झन सक्छन् भनिन्छ। आममानिसले बुझ्ने भाषामा यसलाई 'फोटोग्राफिक मेमोरी' भनिन्छ। त्यस्ता मानिसलाई देख्दा मलाई डाढ लाग्छ किनभने अंक र मितिका सन्दर्भमा मेरो आफ्नो स्मरणशक्ति झन्डैझन्डै शून्य छ भनिदिए हुन्छ।

Monday, June 11, 2012

राई सर र जीवनको हिसाब

त्यतिबेला हामी पाँच छ कक्षामा पढ्थ्यौं । हाम्रो हिसाव कक्षामा अक्सर घोडाका टापका आवाजहरु गुञ्जिरहेका हुन्थे, टडडकटक.....टडडकटक....। लगाम तानेर जब काउब्वाय बनेको क्लिण्ट इस्टवुडले तिनलाई रोक्न खोज्थ्यो, घोडाहरु आफ्ना अगाडिका दुबै खुटहरु उचालेर जोरसंग हिनहिनाउँथे, हिंहिंहिंहिं......। पाश्र्वमा एकतमासको सङ्गीतले हामीलाई चारैतिरबाट छोप्थ्यो । अगाडि पाँचवट छ वटा घोडामा लामो कपाल पालेका, दाह्रीजुँगे हेर्दै डरलाग्दा अरु काउव्बायहरु दाँत कोट्याइरहेका हुन्थे । क्लिण्ट इस्टवुड सतर्क भएर घोडाबाट ओर्लन्थ्यो र बिजुलीको फूर्तिले आफ्नो पेस्तोल निकाल्थ्यो । ढिच्याँ...ढिच्याँ..ढिच्याँ....गर्दै उसको पेस्तोलले आगो ओकल्न थाल्थ्यो । हेर्दाहेर्दै सबै दुष्टात्माहरु भुइँमा पछारिएका हुन्थे । स्याँस्याँ गर्दै हावा चल्न थाल्थ्यो र बञ्जर जमीनबाट उडेको फुस्रो धूलोले वातावरण धमिलो हुन्थ्यो । तपाईहरुलाई हिसाबको कक्षामा यस्तो कसरी सम्भव छ भन्ने लाग्नु स्वाभाविक हो । किनभने तपाईंहरुलाई राई सरले हिसाब पढाएका थिएनन् । राई सर, अर्थात जब्बर राई । यो २०३४ साल तिरको कुरा हो ।

Thursday, May 31, 2012

म त माटो न हूँ


म त माटो न हूँ
बोझहरूले थिचिदिए हुन्छ
पैंतालाले किचिदिए हुन्छ
म त माटो न हूँ ।

रापले सेकिन्छु म  - तापले सोसिन्छु
चिरिन्छु-चरक्क चर्किन्छु
यहाँदेखि त्यहाँसम्म म
तर पनि टुक्रिन्नं, छरिन्नं म
म त माटो न हूँ ।
बर्षाको स्नेहका केही छिटाहरू
खसे भने म माथि
दंग पर्दै फेरि जोडिन्छु
मगमगाउँछु, व्यूँतिन्छु, हाँस्छु
म त माटो न हूँ ।

मेरो छाती उधिने हुन्छ
मलाई खने पनि हुन्छ
रोपे हुन्छ म मा तिम्रा
चाहनाका वीजहरू
तिम्रा आकांक्षाहरु
तिम्रा आवश्यकताहरू
उमारिदिन्छु म तिनको अंकूर
मेरै छातीमाथि
हुर्काइदिन्छु त्यसको बोट
फलाइदिन्छु तिम्रा सपनाहरू
लैजाऊ टिपेर, काटेर, थुतेर, लुछेर
म कहिले पो रोएको छु र ?
प्रतिरोध कहिले गरेको छु र ?
म त माटो न हूँ ।

मुछे हुन्छ मलाई गजगजी-हिलाम्य पारेर
बनाए हुन्छ तिमीले चाहे जस्तै
तिमीले खोजे जस्तै
उस्तै-दुरुस्तै
तिमीलाई मन पर्ने जस्तो आकार
खेलौना बनाएर खेल
सजाऊ मूर्ति बनाएर
रंगाऊ आफूले खोजेका रंगहरूमा
मन नअघाउन्जेल मलाई सुमसुम्याए हुन्छ
मन अघाए मिल्क्याइदिए हुन्छ
टुक्राटुक्रामा फुटाएर
म चुपचाप बटुल्छु आफूलाई
जोडजाड पार्छु फेरि
म त माटो न हूँ ।

मट्यांग्रा बनाए हुन्छ मलाई
गुलेलीमा तन्क्याए हुन्छ
अर्कोलाई चोट पुय्राउन
मलाई हुर्र्याए हुन्छ
ढुंगा बनाएर अरूलाई फुटाए हुन्छ
म कराउँदिनं....म रून्नं.....म दुख्दिनं....
मेरो मौनता तिमीले नबुझे पनि
बुझेर बूझ पचाए पनि
म तिमीलाई केही भन्दिनं
म बोल्दिनं, लाटो न हूँ
म त माटो न हूँ ।

गाडिदिए हुन्छ ममा चिहान खनेर
तिम्रा सपनाका सिनुहरू
वा तिम्रा सम्बन्धका मुर्दाहरू
तिम्रा अवसादहरू छोपिदिए हुन्छ
तिम्रो भूत...वर्तमान...
तिम्रो पाप....गलती....दोषहरू
कोचकाच पारेर म भित्रै
पुरिदिए हुन्छ मलाई नै
म गन्हाउँछु मै भित्र
म निस्सासिन्छु आफ्नै साससंग
तर म मर्दिनं
म त माटो न हूँ ।


Wednesday, May 30, 2012

हेल्लो सेक्सी!!!

२०६९ जेष्ठ १४ गतेको नेपाल साप्ताहिकमा प्रकाशित


काठमाडौंमा खुलेका अत्याधुनिक मलहरूमध्ये एउटा मलको लुगा पसलमा बाबु-आमा र एउटी टिनएजर छोरी किनमेल गर्दै थिए। छोरीले मन पराएको लुगामा बाबुको आपत्ति थियो भने त्यसबाहेक अरूमा छोरीको आँखा लागेको थिएन। बाबुलाई त्यो लुगा बढी उदांगो लागेको थियो। छोरी भने आफ्ना सबै साथीले त्यस प्रकारका लुगा लगाउने तर्क दिएर बाबुलाई आश्वस्त पार्न खोजिरहेकी थिइन्। आमा दुई जनाको बीचमा मध्यस्थकर्ता बन्ने प्रयासमा प्रस्तुत भइन्। अन्ततः नयाँ पुस्ताका सामु पुरानो पुस्ताले घुँडा टेक्यो। छोरी कानदेखि कानसम्म हाँसिन्, बाबु ठुस्स परेर पैसा तिर्न थाले। 

Sunday, May 27, 2012

काल खोज्दै ?? काल छल्दै !!

'के हो ? काल खोज्दै हिँडिएछ नि !' 

मोबाइल फोन नयाँ सन्देश आएको सूचना दिँदै थर्थर कामेको थियो। मानौँ कुनै दुःखद समाचारको पूर्वसूचना दिन तर्सेको होस्। त्यो कुनै शुभचिन्तकले पठाएको सन्देश थियो। अर्को वाक्य थियो, 'जोमसोममा अग्नि एयरको विमान खस्यो रे !' 

हतारहतार टेलिभिजन खोल्दा फ्ल्यास समाचारमा तिनै अक्षर तिर्मिराइरहेका थिए। थप विवरण आउन बाँकी। मेरो आङ जिरङि्ग भयो। एक दिनअघि त्यही विमानमा त्यही समयमा पोखरा-जोमसोम-पोखरा उडेको थिएँ। जोमसोमको उडानका चुनौतीका बारे मेरो बालसखा क्याप्टेन रवीन्द्र डंगोलसँग कुरा गर्दै, उसैले उडाएको डोर्नियर विमानमा। हिजो देखेको हातैले छुन भ्याइएलाजस्ता अजंगका पहाड, हिमाल र तिनको बीचको साँघुरो खोँचको बीचको यात्राको मादक स्मरण अचानक त्रासदीपूर्ण बन्न पुगे। सही वा गलत समयमा कतै हुनुले कति फरक पार्छ भन्ने कुरा मथिंगलमा फनफनी घुम्न थाल्यो। सातोपुत्लो उड्ने अर्को कारण पनि थियो। रवीन्द्र त्यस दिन पनि पोखरा-जोमसोम उडाउनु छ भन्दैथ्यो। आत्तिँदै उसको नम्बर थिचेँ, पूरापूरा घन्टी जान्छ तर फोन उठ्दैन। झन् अत्यास लाग्न थाल्यो। सन्देश पठाएँ, निकै बेरसम्म त्यसको पनि कुनै उत्तर आएन। मनको एउटा भित्ताबाट आवाज आउँथ्यो, 'उडानमा भएको भए त फोन बन्द हुन्थ्यो होला नि !

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

हिजोको मोती, आजको माटो

समयले कसरी कोल्टो फेर्छ भन्ने कुरा पनि अचम्मको छ । उत्थान र पतनको कुनै सीमा हुन्न । शक्ति र प्रभाव भन्ने कुरो पनि कहिले कसको त कहिले कसको । अनि जसको शक्ति, त्यसैको भक्ति । शक्तिशाली हुन्जेल त्यसैको हाइहाइ, जुनदिन त्यो भएन, त्यसदिनदेखि केही न केही । बडो निष्ठूरी छ यो संसार र त्यस्तै छौं यसमा बस्ने हामी मान्छेहरू । हिजो जे मोती, आज त्यही माटो अनि भोलि त्यही कौडी । यो क्रम निरन्तर, संधै यस्तै । कुनै बेला 'राष्ट्रपिता' भनिन्थे राजा त्रिभुवन ।  त्रिपुरेश्वरमा हामीले जन्मे हुर्के बेलादेखि गर्वसाथ ठाडो बसेको यो सालिक अहिले पनि त्यस्तै ठाडो, तर आज तिनकै सालिकको यो हविगत । सालिक चाहिन्न भने हटाऊ, राख्ने भए मर्मत गरेर राख । यसरी क्षतविक्षत बनाएर राख्नुको के औचित्य ? हेर्नुस् त कति बिभत्स देखिन्छ त्यो सालिक?




Thursday, April 5, 2012

Happy with assumptions


I was asked an apparent question today. We come across such questions which has the answer which the person asking wants to hear. In a way that person is just seeking your confirmation to what he already believes in. The question is not relevant, the structure is. It was like asking someone,
"You are not hungry are you?" rather than "Are you hungry?"
On top of that even I was not sure about the answer to the question which I was asked. I replied,
"I prefer to believe it."
"Why do say that?" I was asked again.
Why did I say that?  I said that because that’s the reality. We prefer to believe in many things in life and accept it as the truth. But, is it necessary that everything is true which we believe? Even if we have doubt about certain things, we give it a benefit of doubt, accept it in a way which makes us happy and continue. That person agreed with my explanation and added,
"I agree that 50% of our life is assumption."
I defer. Almost everything is assumption. If we do not program ourselves to such a behavioral pattern, we will drive ourselves nuts worrying about almost everything. There are very few, almost minimal things which you can be sure of in life. The more such things are in your life, the more happy you are.

Monday, April 2, 2012

परिवर्तन, समाज र समय


यात्रा भन्ने कुरा रमाइलो हुन्छ। जहाँ जस्तो भए पनि यात्राले केही न केही नयाँ खुराक दिएकै हुन्छ। कहिले प्रसंग, कहिले घटना र कहिले विचार दिन्छ, यात्राले। त्यसैले अघिल्लो साता केही दिनका लागि काठमाडाँैबाहिर जाने साइत जुरेका बेला यस्तै केही प्राप्तिका लागि आशावादी हुनु अस्वाभाविक थिएन। यात्राका क्रममा राजमार्गमा चल्ने ट्रकहरू पनि मनोरञ्जनका राम्रा स्रोत हुन सक्छन्। तिनका पछाडि लेखिने उद्गार, मुक्तक, दर्शन र वाणीहरूले कहिले यात्राको थकान र पट्यारलाई नै बिर्साउने गरेर हँसाउँछन् भने कहिले तिनमा आशा नै नगरएिका गहन कुराले सोच्न बाध्य बनाउँछन्।

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Chasing the Mirage

Few moments back, I went up to the rooftop. Jakkhu, a Tibetan mastiff looked at me with adoring eyes as always. He is four months old now and 17 inches tall. He was just one month old and was 10 inches when we brought him. He is believed to grow up to 27 inches.
Jakkhu

Jakkhu has a routine and he strictly adheres to it. Every morning, after the dawn breaks, he needs something to eat. Before that, he heads out to pee and defecate. He has a regular spot out there in the field. We feed him corn flour as per the vet's suggestion. He can not have meat till he is 6 months. Immediately after eating, he climbs the stairs towards the rooftop. He stays there, plays, sleeps in the warm sun, moves towards the shadow of the garden swing which we have kept there when he is hot. Drinks water, chews a really big chew bone and plays with a ball which squeaks when pressed. We feed him again at around 1. When the dusk starts spreading its shadow, Jakkhu starts barking and scratching the door. That's the signal he wants to come down. He has a basket near the stairs. He sits there, looks towards the kitchen and barks. He needs food at about 6. After which, he needs to go out, pee and defecate. Then he comes inside, coils himself in the basket and sleeps.
When I watch him playing with the ball, chewing the bone and spend his whole day in the roof top, I sometimes wonder these little things are enough for him to be happy. But, we human beings need so many things to be happy. The more we achieve, the more we yearn for and none of us is happy or content of what we have. We spend our entire life chasing after the mirage of achievements, one after other.
Wish we could be happy with small things too.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Some translated poetry

Embassy of Norway had come up with a project around five years back. Few noted poets of Nepal were shown the visuals of Norway and they penned the impressions. I translated the poems in English. I was told that it was for goodwill and a voluntary job. Later some source revealed that there was a hefty budget for the translation, which I never saw. I don't know the truth. I am listing those translations just for record.

1. Midnight Sunshine / Ishwar Ballav

Defying the law of nature
are made the Scandinavian stature
hearts vast as sky
flowers breathing life in them
and soul made of snow


White feathery shapes of
clouds flutter
with the wings of birds
reflection of nature
chorus of melody
reach up to the blue
where the sun emerges in mid night


How very lucky
before anyone else
to see the light
they don't have to wait
for the twilight


Realities tender as heaven
a lass and a child
straight out of fairy tale
poetry penned with snow
Norway, a true replica
of a perfect dream land
country like a sweet ballad


When I am alone, I try
just for you
a country's rhyme
of midnight sunshine


Shoo away my darkness
you have to come
along with your sun rising
for me, you have to sing
your melody of light and dark
wearing the necklace
glittering with snowy spark


2. Painting of Nature / Ramesh Chhitij


Eon back-
sun received a souvenir
the finest masterpiece
ever made by nature


Glittering white mountains
and lakes so serene;
akin to eyes of philosophers
colorful trees and shrubs
racing mountain rivers
frolicking reindeers
carrying a tree of horns
gentle curves of roads
soaked in the shower of snowfall
ocean like a sleeping beauty


The gift was a painting
carved with the art of living


In the mind of ever roaming sun
trying to catch a wink in night
comes the glimpses of all
the painting received;vivid and bright
when everyone is engrossed
in tranquil sleep in mid night
the Norwegian sky opens its window
as the sun admires
the painting bestowed by nature
a quick content peek
before going to sleep

अर्थ, अनर्थ, अर्थ न बर्थ


केही समयअघिको कुरा हो, एउटा समाचारको शीर्षक यस्तो थियो, 'प्रधानमन्त्रीद्वारा कब्जा गरएिको सम्पत्ति फिर्ता गर्न निर्देशन।' शीर्षक मात्र पढ्ने हो भने प्रधानमन्त्रीले सम्पत्ति कब्जा गरेछन् र त्यो फिर्ता गर्नका लागि उनलाई कसैले निर्देशन दिएछ भन्ने अर्थ लाग्ने त्यस समाचारको खास अर्थचाहिँ माओवादीहरूले कब्जा गरेको सम्पत्ति फिर्ता गर्न प्रधानमन्त्रीले निर्देशन दिए भन्ने थियो। त्यस कारण आममान्छेले पनि स्पष्ट बुझ्नका लागि त्यस समाचारको शीर्षक हुनुपथ्र्यो, 'कब्जा गरएिको सम्पत्ति फिर्ता गर्न प्रधानमन्त्रीद्वारा निर्देशन।' अझ स्पष्ट र सटीक शीर्षक हुनुपथ्र्यो, 'माओवादीद्वारा कब्जा गरएिको सम्पत्ति फिर्ता गर्न प्रधानमन्त्रीद्वारा निर्देशन।'

भीरमा जाने गोरू

नेपाल दूर संचारको एउटा प्रिपेड सिम कार्ड लिनु पर्ने बाध्यता (रहरले त उपभोक्ताले गतिलो कुरा खोज्छ, तर बाध्यताले नचाहेको काम पनि गराउँछ) परेर फागुन ६ गते पुल्चोक कार्यालय पुगियो । थाहा भयो, प्रिपेड लिन जाउलाखेल कार्यालय नै जानु पर्छ रे । अरूले सजिलोसंग टोलटोलबाट उपलब्ध गराउने साधारण कुरा नेदूसंले अझै कुनै दुर्लभ जिनिस जस्तो किन बनाएको होला भनेर गम्दै त्यहाँ पुगियो । काउण्टर पछाडि बसेका कर्मचारीहरूको मुस्कान भन्ने कुरास‌ग गोरू बेचेको पनि नाता नपर्ने रहेछ । सवारी चालक अनुमति पत्रको आधारमा सिम दिन नमिल्ने कुरा आँखा तर्दै तिनले बताए । नागरिकता नभै हुन्ने रे । 

ए बाबा, सवारीचालक अनुमति पत्र भनेकै नागरिकताको आधारमा दिइन्छ र त्यसमा नागरिकताको नम्बर पनि हुन्छ भन्दा पनि केहि लागेन । प्रतिस्पर्धामा पछाडि परिसक्दा पनि उपभोक्तालाई सजिलो बनाउने तर्फ कुनै ध्यान नदिने नेदूसंलाई के भन्नु ? सायद अझै पनि मानिस मोबाइल फोनलाई कुनै मायावी र दुर्लभ बस्तु ठान्छन्, बजारमा नेदूसंको नै एकाधिकार छ र जे भने पनि लोप्रे कान लगाएर सिम नलिई सुख्खै छैन भन्ने भ्रम छ उनीहरूलाई । 

आफुलाई परे पनि नचेत्ने हो भने यति मात्र भन्न सकिन्छ,
भीरमा जाने गोरूलाई काँध थाप्न हैन, रामराम मात्र भन्न सकिन्छ ।

रामराम नेपाल दूरसंचार संस्थान

the image we are projecting

State Minister for Health and Population Saroj Kumar Yadav, all drunk, misbehaved with doctors at the emergency ward of Bir Hospital on Sunday night. He verbally abused Dr Binita Joshi and threatened to “kick” and sack her, according to witnesses.

although i have mentally prepared myself for not being surprised, shocked, aghast and frustrated by any news anymore in this country, i am worried. if we look at the recent acts of leaders, ministers, high ranking authorities of various fields, we feel ashamed. ministers ignornat that they need a visa to travel in a foreign country, involved in criminal activities, corruption and abuse of their authority have been making news.

we know how a minister is made in our country. we know what it takes to get appointed to various high ranking positions. but, all those in the world are unaware of the facts. for them, such people are supposed to be the best of their respective fields. in this regard, how would they be judging or evaluating nepal and general nepalese? what is the image are they projecting to the world?

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

trying to make my mind

its been a long time that i have spent in movie industry of nepal. starting from an actor of nepal tv's first tele serial 'panchatantra', to a screenplay,dialogue writer of nepali movies, i have come a long way. how successful i was is for the history of nepali films to decide. yet, fate was kind enough for me that most of my ventures were appreciated. the audience have been kind enough to support and motivate me. in my journey as a writer of almost seventy movies, i have had no reasons to sulk. it might be a subject of discussion as to what kind of movies i have been associated with. yes, they were all of main stream. i have no regrets except few of them.

time and again, i have been offered movies as a director as well. everytime, i polietly declined the offers for my personal reason. a director needs to devote much more time to a project than a writer. a writer's job is almost done after the finalization of the script, but a director needs to be involved from the very basic concept formation till the release. i could not afford to devote almost a year for a project as a director when i could (and was) wrapping up 3-4 movies in the same time as a writer. it was a compulsion for me to establish and sustain financially as i had started my life from a big zero, leaving everything behind.

by the grace of god and acceptance of my work by the respected viwers, i am little more comfortable compared to those days now. hence, when i have received one more offer to head the project to put on a director's cap, i am seriously considering to give it a try. if things work and i do it, i dont claim to rewrite the history, shatter the record, change the trend or any such tall claims. all i can promise is an honest attempt. it will not be a senseless copy of any other films. it will not follow any set formulas. without flying heros, without songs, it would be an honest attempt of a good story telling. thats all i can promise at this stage.

hope things work out.

Monday, March 12, 2012

why are we judgemental?

i twitted about a meeting with some producer director. my tweets are linked with my facebook page. immediately after the tweet, i was amazed to see one comment which accused me that the new film must be of the same old pattern. it made me think twice. why are we so judgemental about other people? why do we jump to conclusions without knowing anything? there are two sides of every coin and every picture has its other side. but, most of us have our own pre concieved notion about everything in life. it applies to other people, their life and their activities too. it leads us to make prompt decisions and we are very vocal about it. for exapmple, a couple decide to seperate their ways. we immediately take side of whoever is closer to us and start blaming the other one for he failure. not even for an instance do we consider the fact that they might have their own side of story. we think what we prefer to think. we like what we prefer to like and we say what we want to say.
alas...we are not correct all the time.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

What Makes Special Days of Life Special?


How many special days are there in a person's entire life?

I do not remember the philosopher's name right now but there was an awesome thinking which I had read many years back.  It said that we have very few special days in our life.
Assuming that an average person has a life of 65 years, it means he lives 23725 days. From that you can deduct 1825 days because a normal person does not have childhood memory from below 5 years. It comes to 21900 days. Yet, most of the days from that huge amount just pass in between. At any given point of life if you try to remember your past, you can only remember few days. Those too- not in detail. It's almost impossible to remember the 24 hours and 60 minutes inside them which makes a single day. We remember only few selected days of our entire life because of certain importance. For example we remember the day we had a first crush, a first infatuation, first love, first kiss, first time we learnt to ride a bicycle, motorbike, car and likewise. Rest just passes in between.

Special days are gems, treasures of our life. What makes a day special might vary from person to person. Your beloved's birthday or your child's birth might be a special day for you.  Or your marriage anniversary might be a special day. These days become special only if you feel the importance and spend it specially. If the importance of such days is not felt, they pass just as any other days out of those 21900 days. It is not the day that is special; it is the way you feel, treat and spend it makes it special. Believe me, there are very few such special days in our life. We should not let them just drift away. We can or not make them special for us or for whom it matters. They can be your beloved, your spouse, your children, your parents or your friends. If you fail to do it, it is even your loss.

Do not let those special days vapor away. They are the true treasures of life and if once gone, they will never come back.

Monday, March 5, 2012

फागुको आतंक

२०६८ फागुन २१, नेपाल साप्ताहिकको मेरो स्तम्भ बायाँ फन्को


१७ फागुनको मध्यान्हतिरको कुरा हो। बाटोमा एउटा दिग्दारलाग्दो घटना देखियो। बायाँपट्ट िछेउ लागेर साना नानीहरू हिँडिरहेका थिए। उनीहरू विद्यालयको पोसाकमा थिए। हेर्दा उनीहरू आठ वा नौ कक्षामा पढ्नेजस्ता देखिन्थे। बिहानको स्कुल रहेछ उनीहरूको, त्यसैले भोकले आलसतालस भएर आफ्नो घरतिर फर्किरहेका हुनुपर्छ। बाटोको दायाँपट्ट िकेही उरन्ठेउला केटाहरू पर्खालको शोभा बढाइरहेका थिए। उनीहरूको केशविन्यास, पहिरन र चालढाल पनि अचम्मको थियो। कसैको कपाल जुरेलीको जस्तो थियो, कसैको बीचबीचमा खुर्केको। उनीहरूले लगाएको पाइन्ट चाहिनेभन्दा यति तल बाँधिएको थियो, त्यसलाईर् गुरुत्त्वाकर्षणले कसरी तान्न सकेन भन्ने आफैँमा एउटा अनुसन्धानको विषय हुन सक्थ्यो। कानमा मुन्द्रा त साधारण कुरा भइहाल्यो, त्यसको त के कुरा गर्नु र ! कुनै एउटाले त आँखीभौँ पनि छेड्न भ्याएको थियो। एकापसमा कुराकानी गर्दा पनि उनीहरूको मुखारवृन्दबाट अपशब्दका शब्दकोशहरू नै बर्सिरहेका थिए। एकै वाक्यमा धेरैभन्दा धेरै अपशब्दका लागि पनि गिनिज बुक अफ वल्र्ड रेकर्ड्समा नाम लेखिने भएको भए चन्द्रबहादुर डाँगीपछि पनि अरू थुप्रै सपूतले नेपाललाई विश्वमा चिनाउने थिए।

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Limits Of Rise & Fall

Is there a limit as to how much a person can fall or rise in his own eyes? Probably not. 
Either willingly, or unknowingly, a person takes this roller coaster ride several times during his life. Sometimes, a person lets him go deep down in his own eyes for various reasons. When he/she is sacrificing? Probably yes. Or maybe when being taken for a ride or becoming an emotional fool. Sometimes getting carried over by emotion, sometimes under the misconception of being greater than others and most of the times while letting one's heart rule the head. Logic fails to hammer in the stark reality of life in such instances. And, a person becomes what he is not. It is not only for the yearning of appreciation. Nor it is for the greed of illusion of being superior than others. On top of that there are idiots  who pen poems such as,

"खोज्छन् सबै सुख भनी खै त्यो सुख कहाँ छ,
आफू मिटाइ अरूलाई दिनु महाँ छ"
(true pleasure is in giving to others demolishing yourself)

Alas, when a person realizes that his efforts of self destruction has gone in vain, he/she never gets that real pleasure glorified by flowery words of literature.

Friday, March 2, 2012

customer experience

service providers, be that of any type should take utmost care for customer experience. alas, most of them in nepal just dont care about it. their attitude is as if they are doing us consumers a favor by providing the service for which we pay.

had a similar experience at hero honda's service station at baal kumari. since my daughter's exams were going on, she had requested me to take her scooter for servicing. i was told that unless i reach there by 8 AM, it would not be entertained. when i reached there, a sour faced guard was listing vehicles. i was on no 7. then he ordered me to come at 10 again. i asked him why cant i leave the vehicle then?. he said the mechanic arrives at 10 and he will listen to problems. i said that i had no problem, just regular servicing was required. but he said i had to come again at 10. on top of that, it seemed that he was confident tahat a year would be deducted from his lifeline for one smile.

is this the way you do business? making things complicated and difficult for your customers? you guys should know that its us who do a favor to you by using your products not vice versa. the day we stop it, you will be out of business.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Why movies based on books seldom work


J.W. Eagen, an author said, “Never judge a book by its movie.”


Movies based on novels, short stories or any other forms of literatures are tough nut to crack. A movie is a director's medium. He projects his ideas in the platform of a screen supported by acting, music, sound effects, story, screenplay, dialogues (sometimes silence) and cinematography. The audience sees the director's perspective when a movie is made on fresh idea or subject. They do not have a pre conceived notion about what to see and expect. On the other hand, when audience watch a movie based on a novel, they are not blank. They have already read and imagined, visualized and grasped the idea in their own various ways. No two persons can imagine exactly similar. When there is difference in ideas, people find it difficult to accept things from other person's perspective. That is human nature. Therefore movies based on literature normally face a lot of brickbat, which is quite natural.

Optimism, a mirage toaday

I still am to recover from what happened yesterday. In fact, a day, which seemed to start in a perfect note, suddenly turned sour. The news of poet Bhim Birag's news at about 9:30 was sad enough due to my personal acquaintance with him. Hardly had I consoled myself from that sad news, alarming news of a bomb blast at NOC headquarters was received. Killed three innocent people and injured several others. The city is not safe. made me wonder what do such fanatics achieve by performing such cowardice. On top of that we are destined to accept eunuch governments one after another. The country is going to worse from bad in every aspect. People are suffering from every possible angle. More dire days are suspected to come. Harmony between Nepalese has vaporized and vanished somewhere. I prefer to believe that I am an optimist. I try to see positive in anything. But, will anyone guide me now where and what positive can i find in today's scenario?
I am deeply disturbed and worried for our future.

भीम विरागको सिंगो आकाश

बिहानै एक जना मित्र राजेश केसीको ट्विटमा 'भीम विराग आर. आइ. पी.' भनेर लेखिएको देख्दा एक पटक आङ्ग ढक्क फूल्यो । हुन त भीम विरागले ७८ वर्षमा टेकिसकेका थिए । पोहोर साल पनि बेस्मारी बिरामी परेका थिए । यस पटक पनि अस्पतालमा भर्ना भएको कुरा केही दिन अघि थाहा भएको थियो । भेट्न जान पाइएको भने थिएन । संसारमा कसैको पनि अजम्मरी देह हुँदैन भन्ने पनि थाहा नभएको कहाँ हो र ? तर यति सबै हुँदाहुँदै पनि त्यो ट्विट लाई आँखाले सही पढे पनि मनले एकै पटक स्वीकार गरेन । दुइ पटक पढेपछि मात्र जिन्दगीको अन्तिम र कटु यथार्थ घन बनेर दिमागमा ठोक्कियो ।

भीम विराग रहेनन् ।

Saturday, February 25, 2012

थ्याङ्क यू क्याप्टेन

आखिर पछिल्लो हप्ता यो पानीमरुवा पनि हिमाली उडानका लागि चील गाडी चढ्यो । सगरमाथा लगायत गौरीशंकर र अन्य सुन्दर तर डरलाग्दा हिमटाकुराहरुको दुइ नटिकल माइल नजीकै पुग्दा पनि रक्तचाप जस्ताको त्यस्तै रह्यो । त्यतिमात्र होइन, फर्केपछि पनि मलाई डोकाले छोपेर सिस्नुपानी छम्कनु परेन, अर्थात मेरो सातो गएन । लौ त भनौं भने बरु आनन्द नै आयो । (सातो र आनन्द कहाँ, कसरी र किन जान्छन् वा आउँछन् भन्ने चाहिँ मलाई अहिलेसम्म थाहा छैन है ।)

अरु कुरामा आफूलाई जति सुकै शूरवीर माने पनि हत्पति कसैलाई भनिहाल्न लाज लाग्ने एउटा कुरा के हो भने चीलगाडी चढ्न भने पछि म बबूरोको सातोपुत्लो उड्छ । (सातो के हो भन्ने अलिअलि थाहा भए पनि पुत्लो के हो अनि यी दुइ भाइ कहाँ र कसरी उड्छन् भन्ने पनि थाहा छैन है ।) मलाई सम्झना नै नहुने बेलामा पनि चीलगाडीमा उडेको बेला पेटमा आगो बल्यो भनेर कोलाहल मच्चाएको थिएँ रे भन्ने किम्वदन्ती मैले सुनेका हूँ । जानकारहरु भन्छन्, उँचाइसंग डर लाग्ने मान्छेहरुमा त्यो साधारण हो रे । तर अकिञ्चनलाई त्यो समस्या पनि छैन । तै पनि क्या हो क्या हो, चीलगाडीसंग मेरो पूर्वजन्मको नै ३६ को आँकडा रहेको छ । त्यसैले सकेसम्म मिलेसम्म सडक यात्रा नै मात्र गर्ने र केही लागेन भने मात्र हावामा कावा खाने मेरो पुरानो रोग हो ।



Thursday, February 16, 2012

'टाइम अप'

एउटा विशाल र बहुआयामिक चित्रलाई भताभुंग पारेर अनेकौं आकार र बनौटका टुक्राहरूमा छरपष्ट पारेर प्रकृतिले (कसैले ईश्वर भन्छन्) हमीलाई थमाइदिन्छ । यो तेरो जिन्दगी हो, यसलाई मिला भनेर । हामी अन्तिम साससम्म त्यो उसको अमूर्त कलासंग पौंठेजोरी खेलिरहन्छौं, त्यो चित्र के रहेछ भनेर बुझ्नका लागि । यति धेरै चु्च्चोमुच्चो नमिलेका टुक्राहरू....कुनै एक टुक्रा मात्र नमिल्दा पनि हामी त्यो चित्रको भेउ पाउन सक्दैनौं । अहो....किन यति जटिल बनाएर पठाएको होला जिन्द्गी भन्ने कुरालाई । न हामी पू्र्ण रूपले आफूलाई चिन्न सक्छौं, न त आफ्ना वरिपरिका अरू कोही मान्छेलाई । जिन्दगी नामक यो चित्र, जसको बनौट, रहस्य, रंग, केही पनि खुट्याउन नसक्दै उसले भन्छ, 'टाइम अप' ।

Monday, February 6, 2012

अनामवहादुरको लाइन

नागरिक दैनिक 'अक्षर' (माघ १, २०६८)
१.
अनुहार भएका तर नाम नभएका असंख्य मानिसहरु जस्तै हाम्रो अनामवहादुर अनामनगरको एउटा अनाम गल्ली भित्रको घरको अँध्यारो कोठामा डेरा गरेर बस्छ । एउटा सरकारी स्वामित्व भएको संस्थानमा अस्थायी जागीरे अनामवहादुरलाई हरेक मीनपचासमा चिनेजानेकाहरु बिहे गर्न सुर्याउँछन् । तर आफ्नो खर्च धान्न नभ्याउने उसको जागीरमा भरमा कसरी श्रीमती ल्याएर पाल्ने भन्ने तर्क दिएर ऊ पन्छिन्छ । बिहे नगर्ने खास कारण ऊ कसैलाई पनि भन्दैन ।

आजकल अनामवहादुरलाई आफ्नो जिन्दगी लाइनहरुमा जेलिएको छ भन्ने लाग्छ । हुन पनि हो, लाइनको व्यथाले अनामवहादुरलाई पिर्नुसम्म पिरोलेको छ । उसको जिन्दगीका हरेक दिन लाइनबाट सुरु हुन्छ र लाइनमा गएरै अन्त्य हुन्छ । धारामा पानी आउँदैन, टोलमा अलि पर महादेवको मन्दिर निर एउटा अजंगको सामुदायिक पानी टंकी छ । त्यसमा पानी अड्डाको ट्यांकरले जनि गरेर आएर पानी भरिदियो भने टोलभरका मान्छेहरुको हारालुछ चल्छ । सबैले आआफ्नो बाल्टीन, गाग्री, जर्किन र पानी अटाउने थरिथरिका भाँडाहरु लाइनमा राख्ने गर्छन् । आक्कलझुक्कल आउने पानीको लागि कुरिरहेर साध्य नहुने हुँदा कसैले पालो मिच्न नपाओस् भनेर लामो डोरीमा उनेर आआफ्ना भाँडाहरु राख्ने चलन छ । हिजो राति एघार बजे पानी आएछ र पानीको लाइनमा एकहत्तरौं नम्बरमा रहेको आफ्नो दुइटा बाल्टीनमा पानी भर्न उसले मध्यरात सम्म कुश्ताकुश्ती गरेको थियो ।


आज बिहान उठ्नासाथ उसलाई अचम्म लाग्यो । किन भने झ्यालका पर्दा उज्याला भैसकेका थिए । त्यसको अर्थ केही नभए पनि सात बजिसकेको हुनुपर्छ । उसले अलार्म त लगाएरै सुतेको थियो । बज्या घडी किन बजेनछ त ? उसले मनमनै सस्तो चाइनिज घडीलाई सराप्यो । आफू नव्यूँझिएको त पक्कै हैन । त्यसै पनि एकतमासले बज्ने त्यो कर्कश घडीले मान्छेलाई नव्यूँझुन्जेल कहाँ छोड्छ र ? अल्छी मान्दै उसले ओच्छ्यानमै कुकुरले जसरी आङ्ग तन्क्यायो । ज्या......आज पनि तकिया मिलेनछ क्यार, उसको गर्दन अह्ररो भैरहेको रहेछ । चार वर्ष अघि किनेको त्यो तकियाको रुवो जति सर्दैसर्दै एकै ठाममा डल्लो परिसकेका थिए । बेलाबेला रोटी बेलेको जस्तो गरेर त्यसलाई फिंजायो, भोलिपल्ट फेरि गुजुल्टो परिसक्थे । गर्धन साह्रै अप्ठ्यारो भैरहेको थियो । अब दिनभरि कसैले बोलायो भने मुण्टोको साटो पूरै ज्यू घुमाउनुपर्ने भयो । उसले हात लम्क्याएर घडीलाई आफू तिर तान्यो । त्यसमा त भर्खर ४ बजेको रहेछ । सेकेण्ड सूइ त मुर्दा झैं ९ को अंकमा लम्पसार परिरहेको रहेछ ।

Sunday, February 5, 2012

डिजिटल ड्याङ्


केही समय अघि कान्तिपुर कोसेलीमा प्रकाशित

अघिल्लो शुक्रवार अपर्झट कामले काठमाण्डौ बाहिर जानुपर्ने भएकोले म छातीमा मुड्कीले हानेर सिनामंगलबाट हवाइजहाजको टिकट काटेर फर्कंदै थिएँ । नयाँ बानेश्वर चोकमा एउटा कालो मुश्लो धुवाँ फालिरहेको ट्रकको पछाडि रोकिएको बेला पारि केही नदेखिने धुवाँ पछाडिबाट अचानक एकजना ट्राफिक प्रहरी प्रकट भए । उनले मलाई खाउँला जस्तो गरी हेर्दै लाइसेन्स देखाउन भने । मेरो भटभटेमा डिजिटल नम्बरप्लेट थियो । तर त्यसमा कुनै कलाकारिता गरिएको थिएन, चाहिने भन्दा बढी केही लेखिएको पनि थिएन । बत्ती बल्दा थरिथरिका झिलमिल रंगहरु टल्किने पदार्थले पनि त्यो बनेको थिएन । त्यो बबुरोको अपराध यत्ति मात्रै थियो, त्यो हातले लेखिएको थिएन । हातले, खुट्टाले वा कम्प्यूटरले, बनाएको भन्दा पनि स्पष्ट र मापदण्ड भित्र छ कि छैन भन्ने महत्वपूर्ण हो भन्ने अल्पज्ञान मैले विनम्रतापूर्वक उनी सामु प्रस्तुत गरें । अरु खुइलिएका र अक्षर नचिनिने तर निर्धक्क घुमिरहेका हस्तलिखित नम्बरपलेटहरु देखाएर उनलाई आश्वस्त पार्न खोजें । उनी झनै आक्रामक रुपमा प्रस्तुत भए । आजकल आन्तरिक हवाइ यात्रामा परिचयपत्र देखाउनु पर्ने र आफूसंग त्यतिबेला त्यही अनुमतिपत्र मात्र भएको विलौना पनि गरें तर उनले लाइसेन्स खोसेरै छाडे । काठमाण्डौंबाट एघार किलोमिटर पर काँठमा बस्ने म बबूरोसंग घर पुगेर नागरिकता लिन जाने समय थिएन ।

Friday, February 3, 2012

hope and expectations

one of my favorite singes is talat mehmood. i find one of his songs very motivating and suitable for the current crisis. it says,
"jab gham ka andhera ghir aaye, samjho ki sawera door nahi."

i hope and expect that we are nearer to the dawn.

midnight man

its only twenty five past nine in the evening. yet, the whole world seems to have retired. there is no electricity supply till midnight. today i was wondering how it would be to have uninterrupted power supply round the clock. will we ever see those days again? i dont know how long the battery of my wireless router will run or when the ipad will warn me of low battery. the water tank at the roof is almost empty and i have to manage to pump the water in midnight. if i want to catch the repeat telecast of my favorite tv shows, i will have to do that again in midnight. a scratch idea has formed in my mind which could be developed to a good story. i will have to do that in midnight as well.

are we all turning to midnight men?

binod's wonderful family

it was unplanned.
as usual the load shedding started at seven in the evening. bored with the darkness, i took my two daughters for a drive without a destination. after we reached pulchok, i gave a call to one of my schoolfriends, binod khadka. binod lives in sanepa. he was home and i inquired if i could drop in for a cup of tea. he was more than pleased to welcome us. binod, his wife, his daughter and his son were remarkable. my daughters enjoyed their company immediately. his son (who is in class 5) is a great dancer, a natural talent. he demonstrated some excellent steps amd my younger daughter became his fan. bhauju offered us some good tea and fresh baked cake.

the most important thing what we realized was, every one of them radiated with smile and positive energy. it was remarkable. what a lovely family. some people are so nice that you feel like meeting them always.

इन्क्यूबेटर र म

म जन्मेको बेला केही समस्या भएर मलाई केही दिनसम्म इन्क्यूवेटरमा राखिएको थियो रे । त्यो बेलाको कुरा पनि सम्झिन सक्ने भए क्या रमाइलो हुन्थ्यो होला ।
तर जे होस् मैले जन्मना साथ राम्ररी रुनु अघि इन्क्यूवेटर भित्र बसेर संघर्ष गर्न सिकेको हुनाले होला आजको दिनसम्म मलाई संघर्षले छोडेको छैन । कहिले आर्थिक कहिले मानसिक…। हरेक दिन हरेक पल एउटा समर खेलेको छु मैले । तर मलाई विश्वास छ, भर्खर जन्मेको बेला त जीवनसंग भिडेर जितें भने अबका लडाईंहरु त तुलनात्मक रुपले सजिलै होला नि ।
यो संसार भनेको पनि त एउटा विशाल इन्क्यूवेटर नै त हो । म त यसको अभ्यस्त छु । अनुभवी छु ।

चुरोटको धूँवा उडाउने केटी

ऊ एउटा अँध्यारो कुना छानेर बसेकी रहिछ ।

कसैले खोजेरै हे¥यो भने मात्र देखिने कुनाको टेबुल थियो त्यो । साधारणतया त्यहाँ भित्रै भएको मान्छेले पनि उसलाई देख्न सक्दैनथ्यो । त्यसमाथि बाहिरको उज्यालो घामबाट पसेको हुनाले मेरा आँखाहरु यसै पनि त्यहाँको अँध्यारोमा अभ्यस्त हुन पाइसकेका थिएनन् । त्यसैले मैले पनि उसलाई देखेको थिइंन । केही क्षण अघि मात्रै म त्यहाँ भित्र पसेर एउटै मात्र झ्यालको छेउमा भएको टेबुलमा बसेको थिएँ । ऊ कति बेला देखि त्यहाँ थिई भन्ने कुरा मलाई थाहा भएन । अरु पाँच छ वटा टेवल खालि नै थियो । वातावरणमा एक प्रकारको निस्तव्धता थियो । उसको मोवाइल नबजेको भए अरु कति बेर मलाई त्यहाँ अरु कोही पनि छ भनेर थाहा हुँदैनथ्यो होला । रिहान्नाको एउटा गीत उसको मोबाइलमा रिंग टोन बनाइएको रहेछ ।

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“हलो.....”

Thursday, February 2, 2012

बिचरा मेरो ब्लग

मैले जुन उत्साहका साथ यो ब्लग सुरु गरेको थिएँ, त्यो उत्साह अहिले यसका लागि छैन । अझ भनौं भने उत्साह त छ तर मैले यसलाई चाहिने जति खुराकी पस्कन सकेको छैन । यसको पछाडि एउटै कारण छ । मैले यो ब्कग लेख्न थालेकै कारण सिर्जनात्मक लेखाइको मेरो दोस्रो अध्यायको प्रारम्भ भएको मान्नुपर्छ । किनभने बीचको निकै लामो समय मैले सिनेमाका कथा, पटकथा र सम्वाद लेखनमा खर्च गरें । त्यो मैले बाँच्नका लागि गरेको संघर्षको एउटा अध्याय थियो । साहित्यिक लेखनले अझै पनि हाम्रो मुलुकमा सिनेमा लेखनको जस्तो आर्थिक लाभ दिन सक्दैन । मार्खेजले आधा घण्टाको एउटा अन्तर्वार्ताका लागि ५० हजार डलर पाउँछन् र पनि धेरै जसो त्यस्ता अनुरोध नकार्छन् रे भन्ने कुरा हाम्रा लागि सपना जस्तो हुन्छ । त्यसैले मैले रहरले हैन, बाध्यताले साहित्यिक लेखनबाट विदा लिनु परेको थियो । हुन त सिनेमाको लेखन साहित्य हैन भन्न सकिंदैन तर हाम्रो मुलुकमा बन्ने व्यावसायिक सिनेमाका सूत्रहरू अर्कै पाराका हुन्थे । तिनबाट बाहिर निस्कने ह्याउ त्यतिबेलाका कुनै निर्माता निर्देशकहरूले गरेनन् । फलत: प्रकाश थापाले भित्र्याएका ६० का दशकका हिन्दी सिनेमाको सूत्रबाट हाम्रा सिनेमाहरू उम्कन सकेनन् । मैले कि त बजारको माग पूरा गर्नुपर्थ्यो कि त छेउ लाग्नु पर्थ्यो । मैले अघि नै भनेझैं संघर्षका दिनहरूमा छेउ लाग्नु मेरा लागि सम्भव थिएन । तै पनि निश्चित सूत्रहरू बीच पनि केही पृथक काम गर्ने प्रयासमा म लागिपरें । चलचित्रले मलाई जति नाम दियो, जति दाम दियो, त्यसबाट मलाई गुनासो छैन । तर पनि म भित्र एउटा असन्तुष्टि रहिरहन्थ्यो । फेसन डिजाइनर बन्ने सपना पालेको मान्छे टेलर मास्टर बन्नु परेको जस्तो म अरूले ल्याएका कपडाहरू काटेर उनीहरूले भनेका डिजाइनका लुगाहरू सिइरहें । मेरा कल्पनामा भएका केही परिधानहरू फरक भएर पनि सुन्दर हुन्छन् बन्ने कुरा उनीहरूले बुझेनन् ।

ब्लगको सुरूवात सायद त्यही सिर्जनात्मक असन्तुष्टिका कारण भएको हुनुपर्छ । यहाँ म आफूलाई के मन पर्छ लेख्न सक्ने भएँ, अरूलाई के मन पर्छ त्यो लेख्ने हैन । त्यही क्रममा एकदिन ब्लगमा मैले लेखेको एउटा लेख
चार-पर्खाल-र-थुनिएको-कुकर/ नेपाल पत्रिकाका सम्पादक प्रशान्त अर्यालले पढेपछि उनैले मलाई नेपाल पत्रिकामा स्तम्भ लेख्नका लागि अभिप्रेरित गरेका कारण मेरो सिर्जनात्मक लेखनले गति लिएको हो । यस अर्थमा उनी संगसंगै यो ब्लग प्रति पनि म आभारी छु ।

अब कुरो आउला किन यसलाई मैले बिचरो मेरो ब्लग भन्नु परेको हो त ?नेपालमा नियमित रुपमा स्तम्भ र अलि अनियमित कान्तिपर तथा नागरिकमा लेख्न थालेपछि केही कुराहरु मगजमा पलाए भने पहिलो प्राथमिकता तिनले नै पाउने भए । अनि ब्लगमा त प्रकाशित समाग्रीहरूका लिंक मात्र राख्ने बने जस्तो हुन थाल्यो । यो ब्लगको भन्दा ती पत्रिकाहरुका पाठक निकैनिकै गुणा बढी छन् भन्ने कुरामा त कुनै शंका नै छैन । त्यसैले नयाँ केही न केही त मैले यसलाई पनि दिनै पर्छ भन्ने इच्छा हुँदाहुँदै म यसलाई आवश्यक खुराकी पर्दान गर्न सकिरहेको छैन । अनि मेरो यो निस्वार्थ साथी कुपोषणको सिकार भएको निरीह वालक जस्तो ख्याउटे भेसकेको छ ।

बिचरा मेरो ब्लग ।

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

stop self immolation

it was a very disturbing piece of news. Scanning the newspaper this morning came as a shock when i read that ten students have threatened to torch themselves,wrapped in national flag to protest the fuel price hike. This extreeme action is no solution dear students. I understand your wrath. Yes, things have affected me as well. I request you not to carry out this foolish action plan of yours. You are the hope, you are the future and under no circumstances should you destroy yourselves like this. We need young people like you living for the country, not dying. Living citizens who care for the country are more important than martyers any day, any time. Your act of self immolation will not affect those ruthless, compassionless politicians whobare self centered. Live for your country, your family, your friends and your countrymen. No night is long enough to last for ever. There is a sunrise after every night. Dont loose hope. Our dawn is about to break. Prepare yourselves to welcome it with hope and enthusiasm. Facing the life is always a greater challange than killing yourselves.

Friday, January 13, 2012

IS BLESSING A CURSE IN DISGUISE?

ATMs and electronic transfer of funds have made life a lot easier for us. Thus, we can see people queued up in front of ATM booths like they would be in front of a teller's counter earlier. Yet, the news about two young lads withdrawing a whopping amount of 8 Million rupees through counterfeit bank ATM cards was alarming. It raises some grave questions. Are we safe in this rapid development of technology? Every day we are getting more and more dependent on machines, technology, gadgets and computers. There is no doubt that technology has made things lot easier and less time consuming for us but at the cost of our security. Things change so fast, systems get upgraded at par with the flicker of our eye lids. Advanced versions with lucrative additions are smiling at us even before we can accommodate ourselves to the one we are using. We need to keep up to the race. If we fail, we are left behind. However, we are creating a gap, a void of knowledge in this process. How many of us are completely familiar with the computer we use every day or the function of the cell phone we carry?
A manual typewriter's evolution to its electronic kin saw at least two decades of time. This meant that people were completely accustomed to it before switching to its next gen. On top of that a typewriter was a simple mechanism. Look at the gadgets we use today. They are so complicated that we just familiarize ourselves with the minimum requirement for us. We are unaware of its full utility. We do not even know its entire capability. Nevertheless, we need to keep us updated and hop from one version to another. That is our compulsion. In this course of joining an advanced technology before getting even ten percent familiar with the existing one, we are leaving a lot of loop holes, a huge void in knowledge. In a way we all are sitting on top of explosive, with a firearm in hand, fingers on trigger, ready to shoot even without properly knowing what a gun is. This can be dangerous. Time and again it has been proved like the incident mentioned above. We hardly care a dime about what wrong can it to, how vulnerable it might be when proper caution is not taken.
How many of us have read the terms and conditions of a software before installing it in our laptop? Have we ever thoroughly gone through the same when joining a social network? We read the news about Barack Obama restricting his daughters from using the facebook and surpass it as an act of yet another protective father. We hardly care about the risks of exposing ourselves in social networking sites. How many of us know that the data recorded in a social networking site, a hard disc of a computer or images and videos in the memory card of our cell phones are never erased once stored. An average gadget freak with aid of proper software can recover anything. Yet, we are tempted to shoot or click intimate moments without even thinking of the consequences. Glaring examples of such act creating havoc in people's life are no more the stories of foreign celebrities. They are countless in our country as well. Still, we do not realize, care or tend to ignore.
I agree that there are two sides of every coin and we cannot be taken aback from the race of evolution because of such perils. Yet, we sure are putting us in vulnerable position when we join the bang down without weighing the pros and cons. Everything should have its own span of time and the same applies for development. Untimely changes seldom bring positive results be that weather, politics or development of technology. Undue changes and unnecessary growth can bring along their own share of misfortune. Development too comes with its own quota of dent. Despite this, we have to admit that we are the witness of such an era where human beings have excelled their creative limit. They have excelled in every aspect. We have seen rapid changes in everything. We have seen tyrants collapsing, we have seen countries merging and separating, we have seen anger, protest and turmoil. Never before were we more inquisitive about things and never before have we found answers to millions of questions in different aspect of life. Even though, we cannot deny the fact that we have become the most confused generation the world has seen. We are compelled to keep ourselves at par with this maddening competitive race in life. Thus, we have ignored the basic question what it is leading us towards. We completely pretend to forget the fact that we are no more secure than the ostrich that buries its head in the sands and believes he is cosseted.
The most important question today is, are we destined to pay more grave results because of our over ambitious greed for rapid growth and development? Is what we take as blessing a curse in disguise?

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

मान्छेले नै सिकाउँछ..मान्छेलाई विश्वास नगर्न

कस्तो दुखद कुरो.....तर शास्वत पनि.... मान्छेलाई विश्वास गर्नु हुँदैन भन्ने कुरो मान्छेले नै सिकाउनु पर्ने रे ।
हरेक पटक मान्छेबाट सिक्यो, अर्को मान्छेलाई बिश्वास गय्रो, अनि फेरि एकपटक कपटको सिकार भयो । किन मानिसहरू पूरा गर्न नसक्ने कुराहरू गर्छन्?
किन मानिसहरू आफूलाई मात्र सबथोक जान्ने र अरू सबै गोरू हो भन्ठान्छन् कुन्नि । कसैलाई ऐना नदेखाउनुको अर्थ उसको वास्तविक अनुहार नचिनेको वा नदेखेको हैन । तर मानिसहरू आफूलाई 'सुतुरमुर्ग' बनाएर भ्रममा बाँचेका हुन्छन् । मैले मेरो अनुहार बालुवामा गाडेको छु, मलाई कसेले चिन्दैन, देख्दैन । मान्छेको अनुहार जहाँ जसरी लुकाए पनि उसको बोली, व्यवहार र आचरणमा स्पष्ट झल्किन्छ ।

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