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कसैलाइ माया गाउको छ, कसैलाइ सहरको छ। मलाइ माया मेरा पृयशिको अधरको छ। सर्पहरु आजकाल मेरा साथी हरु खोज्दैछ्न, लाग्दैछ उनिहरु लाई खाँचो उधारोमा जहरको छ। एउटा बुबा आफ्नो खुशीको लिलामी हेर्दैछ, सवाल छोराको डाक्तर बन्ने रहर को छ। डाक्टर साहब भोक नलाग्ने औसधि  पाइंँदैन? पैसा छैन, भोक भयभर को छ। बिदेश जाने सबै तयारी त सकियो, प्रतिक्ष्या बृध्याश्रम्बाट बुबाको मृत्युको खबरको छ।

छोरालाई हात चलाउन सिकाएकै काम आयो, घर नआएको उ ,दागबत्ती दिन मलाम आयो। बोर्डरमा खटिएको सिपाही  फर्केर आएन, बदलामा एक्काईस तोपको सलाम आयो। पिढिमा बुुवा टिकाको थालिले कुरिरहेछ्न येसपल्ट पनि छोरा आएन, पैगाम आयो। गाउँमा एकजना जाडोले च्यांंपेर मरेपछि। बल्ल जलाउन दाउराहरु तमाम आयो। येसै त सौरभ कहिले अपराधि थिएन । मुटु जलाउनेमा उसको पनि नाम आयो।

DO NOT FAIL!! All our lives we are taught not to fail, not to let anyone down. Every day , every seconds of our life we are judged on the basis of the success we have encountered, on the glory we have achieved. A student by his percentile and ranks, the employee by his salary and promotions, a CEO by his profits and company turnovers and an owner by the number of firm or companies he owns and so on. We are told the sky is the limitation and are asked to fly irrespective of the wings we have. We are obliged to think that success is the only way and failure is the end. Yes , success is important, no doubts on that. Everyone wants to drive a bentley on a smooth black road full speed, fly in an business class on the most costly airway, wrap a gold medal around the neck from a university or a college.   I bet you have already started imagining the experiences. Your mind someday might have taken your into those unnatural yet possible circumstances where you are singing with your ...

म आकृति कुनै शब्दको तिमी सिङ्गो किताब हौ, हाँसेका दिन, रोएका दिन सम्बन्धको हिसाब हौ। तिमि स्वच्छल छौ तिमी निश्चल छौ, पबित्र तिमि गङ्गाजल हौ। म लेख्छु जे, म गाँउछु जुन, कविता हौ, गजल हौ। म कीट हुँ, म सूक्ष्म छु, ब्रह्माण्ड तिमी बिशाल हौ। किरण सुनौलो बिहानी हौ, लोभलाग्दो कहानी हौ। म प्यासि मरुभूमिको तिमी अमृत पानी हौ, बाँचिरहेछु जुन म त्यो अमुल्य जिन्दगानी हौ। तिमि  हिम्मत हौ, तिमी साहस हौ, टुट्छु म कुनै दिन, उठ्छु फ़ेरि तिमी आश हौ। मायाको अनमोल आभाष हौ। अधरले मेरो, आँशुले मेरो खोज्दछ सधैँ त्यो काँध तिम्रो । त्यसैले तिमि खास छौ। मेरो कर्म तिमी, मेरो धर्म तिमि । तिमि  ज्ञान हौ, मेरो बिज्ञान हौ। म शरीर हुँ अवशेष , तिमि  आत्मा हौ, मैले पुज्ने भगवान हौ, परमात्मा हौ। मैले सिकेको पाठ तिमी, मैले बुझेको धर्म तिमी । तिमि बाइबल हौ, तिमि मेरो कुरान हौ। ब्रम्हाको स्वरुप तिमि सृष्टिकर्ता हौ, बिधाता हौ। यशु तिमी हौ, तिमी बुद्ध हौ, म कृष्ण हुँ होइन थाहा छैन, तिमी देवकी, तिमी यशोधा हौ।

The unusual Saturday How can someone find Saturday so unusual? It has got the same schedules all over again and again. Snoring till the sun hits your eye and closing the curtains so that you can sleep more until your mother or wife yells you about being lazy . Getting up with yawning mouth that could fit a rat, going to the washroom with brush in hand and phone in the pocket, spending about an hour or half in there. Getting back to your room and trying to do something but you are too damn lazy to think of anything to do. Of course Saturday is different from rest of the days, you needn’t think of the boss who shouts at your face daily, or the physics teacher who punishes for not understanding what the hell is carnot engine or about the teacher who gives you tons of home works and reports. Everyone agrees Saturday   is different but its not unusual as well. Describing something more about the usualness of Saturday, you either go visit your old friends , ask a girl out , play ...

It will probably rain today. I can possibly secure distinction in my examinations. There is still some possibility she will come back to me. It is probable……,   it may be possible……. Etc. It is everywhere; the possibilities, probabilities. We make so many assumptions and wrap those around the vague and complex possibilities. We are actually surrounded by the probabilities. What is the possibility of a traffic police checking our license when you have actually forgotten to take that with you? What is the possibility of your teacher checking your homework when you have forgotten to do one and vice versa. Actually our birth was a probability. Just think what was the probability of your father meeting your mother and deciding to marry against all odds. And again   comes the genetic probability with all gene combinations that will decipher the code to make a person   you are   determining from the gender to the hair color and nose length. Everyone and everything are t...

Life, a word that needs no explanations , no elaborations. It is clear as the white shiny crystal or the blue sky. Life   is   the happiness of being able to breathe , to feel the surrounding around. Life is watching yourselves   peeing in the underpants to growing faster like a weed to adult and lying in the deathbed to finally end everything after you have had your beards and hairs going white or gums empty. Life is the experience of being alive. The minute protists are alive, the largest whales are alive , the disease causing bacteria are alive. The thorny cactus is alive so is the blooming orchid. The intelligent humans are alive so are the loyal dogs, the herbivores cattle to the carnivore lion. The lotus in the water to the rose in the land. The rich are alive so are poor. Despite the deviation in the origin , the structures, the complexions and the status of all the living creatures, they share the same verity that they are alive, they love to be alive and ...