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~ a caffeine based life form. in search of sleep, sanity and shire. ~

 

धेरै दिनको अनिश्चल मनस्थीति केहि केन्द्रित हुन लागेको थियो, इन्दुकोक बिराम ठिक  भइसकेको थियो। ०४३ सालको विजयदशमिको उमङ्ग चारैतिर ओतप्रोत भएर चल्न थालेको थियो। अष्टमिको दिन राति इन्दुलाई विरामले(मुटु दुख्ने) भेट्टाएको रहेछ। हामि दुईजानाले ननिदाइ त्यो रात व्यतित गरेछौं। भोलिपल्ट दुर्गापूजा सकाएर हामि, म बुवा र कुमार, निम्ता स्विकार गर्न दुधे ठुलोबुवाको मा गयौं।

बेलुका गर फर्केपछी उनको पेटदुख्ने बेथा फेरी सुरु भयो। हामी सबै आमा-दिदि लगाएत रातभरनै जागा बस्यौं, कुमार बिहानै डाक्टर बोलाउन गयो। सखारै डाक्टर देवि दङ्गाल आए, अनि बिहान ७:१० बजे डेलिभरि भयो। हाम्रो पहिलो सपूत्रिको जन्म भयो। छोरीको रुवाइ प्रसस्तै सुनिन थाल्यो संग-संगै हामी सबैमा हर्सोल्लास देखापर्यो। ०४३ सालको आश्विन २४ गतेको दिन सारा परिवार खुसीमा रमेको थियो, बुवा पनि अतिनै हर्षीत हुनुहुन्थ्यो

भोलिपल्टसम्म बच्चिको दिशापिसाब भएन, पन देवि दङगाललाई बोलाएर पाइप लगाएर दिशा-पिसाब गराइयो। त्यसपछि कहिले पेट फुल्ने कहिले ठिक हुने गरेपनि छोरीको स्वास्थ ठिकैने थियो। आफन्तहरुलाई टिका लगाउन हतार परेछ, दुधेकाको भनाइ मान्दै ५ दिनमा न्वारन गरियो। न्वारनको नाम खिमलता भनेर घिमिरे बाहुनले राखिदिए।

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loving you is one thing I could never stop to do.

Hey you! Why do you follow me everywhere? you follow me in my dreams, I can see you while I eat, while I am awake, while I am in nuisance, while I am obdurate your image comes to make me normal, I always carve to share my happiness with you. why is it so girl? why cant you leave me and my memories? You are not special, I know that, you know that. But this idiot heart doesn’t fathom this.

You came to my life like mediocrity. the relation started with hatred. You used to be childish-girlfriend of my friend/relative. When I first went to the tole that you were in, you guys had just parted. You never talked with any of the folks, we never talked with you either. I heard all kind of stories about you, about how crazy you were to dump my friend and the stories of egoist version of you. The felling of hatred was there. I didn’t care about how you were as I never knew who you were.

Nearly two years. After finishing my Schooling I went back there again.This time I had to complete my higher secondary studies from the neighbour you lived. It was co-incidence that we met in the Bus-stand. Some thug rickshaw-wala was irritating you, I helped you out. You didn’t know me, I told you about myself. we went to home by same rickshaw.

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So, After 9 months I am finally back home. I was welcomed by a superstition of 9 months and like that. A lot of things have changed here. Since I am no longer always living in home and my brother has grown up to be able to sleep alone, it seems he has overtaken my room. Sharing bed with him isn’t bad either. Thank GOD, he hasn’t replaced the posters of Shane Warne, Mcgrath, Federer, sampras, Monica seles and Graff with his idols.I can still see the books I used to read, from the collection of articles of Lenin (all 9 parts), writings of Marx, the communist menefesto, The bright star to sirish ko fool, Radha, palpasa café, Dadhim ko rukhnera, and laxmi nibandha sangraha. It seems all the english books has been taken by my sister, who is gonna kill me when she comes here next week for not bringing her any books this time. Tuesdays at Dhaka Sucks.

It was a bumper-dumper ride for more than 24 hours with some welcome seats and some unwelcome. The toughest part was while travelling through India to Nepal where we had no place to stand-comfortably in the passage. Do I look like indian? the addicts who make money to buy drugs by doing job of broker in the bus stand at the Nepal-India border called me, ‘Aap saman yaha rakhiye!’ for which he had to pay price as I left his bus in anger.

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नोट: यसलाई कथा नसम्झीदिनुहोला,आफ्नै परिवेशको सत्यघटना हो यो, काल्पनिक लागेमा क्षमाप्रार्थी छु।” 
आज उसले कक्षा ८ मा जिल्लाका सबैलाई चक्मा दिई छ। बिहानै घरबाट फोन आएको थियो, त्यसको घरमा खुसिको रुवाबासि चलेको छ रे। उसको नाम बिनुषा हो तर सबैले बिनु-बिनु भन्दा बिनुनै बनाईदीए नामनै। राम्रि छे, बानिवेहोरा सबै चिरिच्याट्ट परेको छ, घरमा पनि सबै काममा हात बटाउँछे। नाम जति सानो र सुन्दर छ, त्यतिनै पीडादयी छ उसको रामकहानी।
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उसको बाउ, अन्तरे, अनी आमा अन्तरी, ५२ सालतिर होला, भागेर बिहे गरेका थिए। बाउ मगर अनी आमा छेत्री, बिहे पछी छुट्टिएर बसे घरनजिकै एउटा झुप्रो हालेर। बाउचाहिँ रोजगारि गरेर सबैको पेट पालिरहेको थियो, राम्ररीनै चलिरहेको थियो परिवार। ५४ सालमा कसैले नसोचेको घटना घट्यो। दिनभरी यौटा स्कुलमा कामगरेर राति घरबाहिर खाटमा पल्टिरहेको उसलाई राति प्रहरि ले पक्रेर लाग्यो। मुद्दा लगाइयो, गाउँमा कसैले सुइँको नपाएको (हँदै नभएको) डाका मुद्दा। माइधारमा डाका गरेको आारोप लाएका थिए, तर खै माइधारवासि ले थाहै पाएनछन कहाँ डाका लाग्यो भनेर। पछि बुझ्दै जाँदा कसैले उसलाई माओवादी भएको सुराकि दिएछ। काहीँ नपाएर माओवादी होस बिचारा कसैले पुरानो रिसिभी मजासंग झार्यो होलानै। एकवर्ष सम्म मुद्दा चलाएर भका नभका सबुत र साच्छी बटुलेर १० वर्षको लागि जेल चलान गर्यो टाउकाको मोल तोक्ने सरकारले।
सायद, उसको मामली भाइ थियो यौटा, सक्रिय कार्यकर्ता, त्यहि सम्झेर पक्रेको पनि हुनसक्छ। दुधेको मान्छे चन्द्रगडि पुर्याएपछि, घरमा दु:खको भूमरी सुरु भयो, एकजना थियो कामगरेर जुटाउने, समस्याको बाडी सुरु भयो। आमाले अरुको मा कामगरेर अनि बेलामौकामा सागपात र रक्सी बेचेर आमाछोरीको पेट पालीरहेका थिए।
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Somewhere in this world lies a country draped along the greatest heights of Himalayas; encircled by deep dark forests holding many wonders; bubbling and roaring, uninterrupted Waterfalls of immense strength and beauty; chosen by Almighty to render help from; a place so holy and tolerant enough to let Lord Buddha be born and inseminate the knowledge of life.clip_image002

This is what all people read and know about Nepal which they have read across many sites and magazines but let me, an inhabitant of Nepal, explain you what Nepal really is, from the experience of mine.

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