A Human. Being!

I am in love with Bob Dylan, it’s a reality. People say,"The world is so much better when Beatles are in the speakers”, I am not arguing. I am in love with “Strawberry love forever” or “Norwegian woods” as much as anybody else, and feel that no song is more powerful than “imagine”. Yeah I should have born in the 70s or 80s. I am in love with everything of that era, from hippies, Marlies to Jimi Hendrix, Morrison and of late Nirvana.

But Among the names, Bob Dylan always comes top of my list. the folk king of the world started just the same time as beatles and still ruling the world. 70 years and still going strong. The first song I heard of him was the most powerful one, “Blowin in the one, but here are the two songs I like the most, “Like a Rollin stone” and “The times  they are a-changing”

Like  a Rollin stone:_lyrics

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Yesterday was a day when I Downloaded-watched three movies, Cars 2, Delhi-belly and Fire in Babylon.

Despite not being a cartoon movie fanatic(yeah, I loved Shrek and toy stories too) I liked Cars very much. It was such a great movie that had everything to make you believe that Cars have life too, and come out and say… oh! I didn’t realize it was just cars. The part two of it, it wasn’t as good as Cars..or that’s how I felt. The Pixar always makes great movies.. there is no doubt about that, but this was a lil too much unrealistic unlike the first part. And, believe me it has nothing to do with the bad print of the torrent I downloaded.

Delhi belly as all the movie-posters says was a shit –happened. Despite all the good reviews I didn’t like the movie. It must be because of my lack of sense of humor or else rather than incompetence of the Director. How could you like a movie, when you are watching it, with dinner plate in hand and it shows nothing but toilet, and shit itself. I have a feeling that the movie would have been a better family-comedy had those vulgar-swearing been deleted.Yeah, I am an adult and I didn’t have problems watching it, but it would have been odd watching with lil sister or a girlfriend, I guess.

When I was a boy I used to dream kya… um! I still dream hai, its not that I have gone blind or my late night cache memory dumped or tyastai kei, and I am older than the stage of wet dreams hai..(#JK). Ok, when I was a child, child vannale, when I used to say, “Hamro Kung Kung bata pani aauncha ta Nani babai” or the time when I wouldn’t bath or even go to pee without my best friend then (she eventually migrated when I started going school to I don’t know where, so umm! no dirty thinking hai ta!). and it were the days when I was black as a thru rey, my mum says,"Tah ta hernai nahune dhurmus(Dhiki wala hai, suntali don’t hit me) jastai this”ok, lemme say now, when I was a child, I used to dream about becoming a doctor. No offence to doctors who are pad-ding this post,but I don’t remember how mero crush paryo for this profession. All I remember is, if some one asked, “Babu timi thulo vayera k banne?” and I used to say,"Ma ta Thulo vayela doctol banne”.

Then school started. Somehow I managed to wear Jutta, shocks and Tai(oh! it was a torture wearing it), despite not liking any of them. My mom was a hitler when it came to discipline kya(thanks to her), but always I missed out to my sister in the yearly discipline/sarsafai wala award.it was when I saw doctor operating one of my relative, and I was like, “chya kasto ghin lagdo kaam…. ma ta nabanne doctor soctor, baini timi pani nabana hai doctorni soctorni.”

I am inseminated. I am carrying the embryos of Dharhara and Ranipokhari. I have to give birth to new Dharhara and Ranipokhari and a new morning. I fear whether I would be able to reproduce, my innocent fetus might die fighting with the ugly environment and surroundings. Because everything around me is ensnared in indignity. Every Breath I take, I can get the whiff of pollution, pollution in the Name of Terai, hills, caste, religion and Federalism.

But I have a faith, reliance that Dharhara and Ranipokhari will be brought into life some day. The neoteric Ranipokhari won't be enclosed inside the iron pillars and bars, not compelled-not constrained. And it won't be a suicide spot for those who fight with their fate for one flock of land and handful of food. The Dharhara won't be standing forlorn, tired-frowzy and deserted-dejected, and it shouldn’t shed its unremitting tears in the form of Sundhara. I have to give Birth to a spick-and-span and welcome Ranipokhari and a smiling Dharhara.