मेरी उनीलाई

गाथा, ब्यथा र प्रहरहरु सधै एकिनासको हुदैन ।

माया, भाव ना र साथहरु पनि एकैनासको हुदैन ।

ऋतु फेरिरहन्छन् ।

तर प्रगाड  माया कहिलै फेरिदैन ।

आखाँ  र सपनी हरु फेरिरहन्छ ।

चोखो माया पाउन तपस्वि नै बन्नु पर्छ, साथ पाउन 

जोगि बनि हुदैन ।

निदरिका  छ्यण हरु मिठा  हुन्छन् ।

आका शमा उडने  काग, काग नै हुन्छन तर कोईलिका

 सुमधुर गितहरु गाउन सक्दैनन् ।

माया पाउन जति गाह्रो हुन्छ ।

प्रेमि पाउन त्यति गाह्रो हुदैन ।

यो तरेली केवल मेरी उनी ला ई ।।

It's amazing when you use to travel twice a month outside kathmandu valley and get fresh air sometimes.

Psychos were the people

Psychos were the People, People used to be psychos.
They are the psychos, coz the hopes are on their mind
The mind varies in terms of media entrepreneurs coz they write about psychos
The politicians, lawmakers, the businessmen, poets & intellectuals who were completely out of mind
Who always falsify the truth.
The Journalists on behalf of their dignity write about them
But when they themselves realize their status and they spit upon their fate.
Let, put on the stake of god, and think they would remove the psychiatric world & would built the world normal & full of enlightenment.

MIDSUMMER EVE IN NEPALI POLITICALSENARIO

It's the midsummer Eve of 2010 . In the Country Side i.e. Jumla, Humla, Lele to Helambu if we have time to visit remote places through the reserved AC Bus our heart would be blossomed and we feel like we are hear to visit the heaven. We can't find them in our capital or other major cities like Biratnagar, Nepalgunj, Pokhara, and the very Kathmandu City coz We live here in the desert Called Sahara. We are Lizards. Here we are fond of Camels who can store Proteins and Cactus where there is no need of humidity for a prolonged time.
Here students like us can get a long vacation n get enough time to listen music, watching movies n reading books with the Carlsberg. Recently, a frein of mine called me n told how long would this national strikes called by the opposition parties would be come to the point n we get freed. I meditiated What he was calling once? Different TVs are casting news of demonostration n day by day the situations is becoming worsen. Reporters in Image Channel one of the reputed TV stations in the Capital is reporting that Maoist cadres are protesting only eating beetles and Potatoes. Sagarmatha was casting yesterday that some of the cadres are leaving the Kathmandu to Gorkha on Foot.
People were watching ,famous parties like Rjp ( Surya Bdr. Thapa) n his sister parties who remained in power in prolonged politics in Panchayat System, n democrats called NCs, UML and other Madeshis Parties alias the Government had a fairy tales that this strike called by the so-called proletarian parties UCPN would end to a crisis which would result the nations to instability.
But, up to three days people and other international World is staring insight into the mass consciously.
US delegates to South Asia Richard Beneet , UNMIN Chief Kareen Langrin, USAID had said the mass was balanced so far in the history of Nepalese Political Senario up to now.
But it seems the regular meetings held on different five stars hotel daily or hourly spending 100 thousands could find out no more result. Sometimes our leaders (we Call them leaders coz they provide lots of electricity 24 hrs a day, we use to get lots of amounts of water to drink n get huge no of facilities which are out of our mind) could not held meeting. Sometimes their face are blushed as if they are dramatist, n sometimes they are gazed like a candle n tell this meeting would finally come to a conclusion. The very last hour I saw in one of the TV footage that leaders hearsay that they picked out the notice and their meeting would course at the eleventh hour of the day n come to a final conclusion.
Meanwhile, I called my very friend and get ready for bottles of beer n chicken wings n to be cool coz it’s the very time coz now the ball is on our court.

"Sir, Here is the way to go RR"

It was the period when Maoist Insurgency was in the extreme extent. Many Police beats and Army barracks were often attacked and people like we, who were staying in the urban feel normal to such attacks, it used to seem that we were in addiction to hear such assaults. We were interested to look after the papers not to feel passionate with such violence but to count the number of dead militants or Maoist combatants.
It was the midsummer of 2004, I was travelling on a bus , from Suryavinayak to Ratnapark at 4 pm. As a night shift student on Ratna Rajya Laxmi, I should be on my college around 5.30 Pm.
Yeah, I was travelling. Due to degrading security situation in the capital many check posts were run by Nepalese Army. At Sallaghari, Bhaktapur, few Army Officers stop the bus, make the passenger out of it and interrogate them individually in a line, checked the bags and were doing their duty. Then, it's my turn, one of the officer was still asking me question i.e. "Where are You going?" I used to feel very challenging to deal with an army officer. So, I said politely ,"Sir, I am going to RR." When I turned back the bus had left me n my class was nearly missed. I Yelled," Oh no, my bus left me away! Set!"
Then , the officer whistled a bus which was just coming from Dholalghat. And said to the conductor, "Leave this boy at RR." Oh! I felt relaxed, entered into the bus and had a seat. Then, a lady came near to me n said "This is mine. How dare you to seat here? I felt ashamed and guilty. She asked to the conductor "why did you not tell this boy , the seat is mine? " And the reply was that,"Don't You know he was the man of an army officer, How could I interrogate him? I laughed. No, no I grinned n blushed. I came to know later that the long route seats were used to be already reserved.
The conductor could not ask me about the fare too . I mean I had already paid the last bus which has left me in that check post. How could a student lend double fare? The bus reached at the old buspark within 20 minutes coz the bus was in enormous speed. Finally, it was the destination n I got out of the bus n just started to walk from the bus stop. There was a voice from my intimate who had not took the fare, " Sir, Here is the way to go RR."