Tuesday, December 30, 2008

A Memorable Trip to Bhaktapur

The memorable trip to bhaktapur began with the traditional "Dhau baji" (curd and beated rice) and the multinational Coca-cola. we entered the Bhaktapur Durbar Square with Tejeshowr Sir and got enchanted with the beauty of the arts and the description by Tejeshowr Sir. The Nyatapola Temple was our final destination.

Eating Dhau baji to kick start the trip

The statue of Siddhi Narsingha Malla


Narsingha:Half man and half lion


Bhagawati: the Goddess of Power


Nyatapola in Tamadhi Square

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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

When in pain


Take my senses, burn my belief
Shed my skin, to your relief

Break me into pieces, make me fall
Steal my sunshine, take it all

Kill my soul, I won’t mourn
I don’t want my life, I need none

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

"Radha"- Her way

Krishna Dharabasi’s extraordinary novel Radha is a strong example of presenting mythical texts from a different perspective. He has completely changed the characters of Radha and Krishna as they are in the religious texts, challenging the traditional mores. Throughout ‘Mahabharata’, a Hindu epic, Radha has a minor role and she is portrayed nothing more than Krishna’s plaything but Dharabasi in his novel portrayed Radha as a brave, responsible and dignified woman. One of the novel’s strongest point is the way it explores the viewpoint of women, which Ved Vyas, the writer of ‘Mahabharata’ has totally ignored.
The novel begins with an incident where the author, Krishna Dharabasi, reads a headline in the newspaper, stating that an important archeological object has been unearthed during a dig in Kichakwadh, Jhapa. Dharabasi and his colleges hurry to Kichakwadh to find an ancient slate written in unknown characters. However they find an ascetic sage who can read those slates and from here on, the novel progresses into the realm of fiction.
Whenever we remember Radha from the mythical tales, we never imagine her without Krishna but Dharabasi has explored Radha’s life without Krishna. Through Radha and many other women like Dropadhi, Kunti, and Krishna’s wives Dharabasi has raised the issue of women independence. Dharabasi further illustrates the selfish nature of men through Krishna. The book shatters the sense of devotion the gopinis, including Radha, are said to have towards Krishna, even though he treats them merely as playthings and has no respect for them.
Dharabasi has also given practical reasoning to all the events not relying on the supernatural explanation of Mahabharata. He has emphasized on the bonds between love and marriage. Love has been compared to many things and thus, examined. The novel provides lessons for all those who need to deal with the obstacles that arise in love, the circumstances in which love should be taken further which is especially relatable to the young.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

The Real World

He loved her and loved her very much. He had made promises to marry her and make her his forever and those were like unbreakable vow to both of them. But he had never thought that suddenly everything would change so fast that everything would go opposite in his life. People say cigarettes kill but it seemed like only cigarettes were making him alive. He would empty the cigarette pack and fill up the ashtray and not a second he’d stop that as not a second he would stop thinking about her.

She was always brilliant in studies unlike him. He never had good academics and he never cared. He gave a thought about it only twice, first when he liked her and made his poor academics reason to meet her after classes and now when he has to fight the world and prove himself and make his love survive. Every time when he would lose his energy, she would hold his hand and look into his eyes which meant that no matter what, she believes in him. And now, also for her, to prove that she was not wrong to trust him, her hero is not a loser. But everything seemed so without a solution because with his certificates no one would hire him. His dad always storms at him and his mom kindly gives him money enough to buy him cigarettes and fuel his bike. He was always around the shore and now when he has to get into the sea, he realized that he should have thought of learning swimming.

It all started when he received a phone call from her at midnight a month ago. She was crying on the phone,
“What happened?”
“Please take me away. I don’t want to do this.”
“Do what?”
“I don’t want to marry.”
“What?”
“My parents are making me marry some other guy. I love you. I can’t do this.”
“Tell them you won’t marry him, you don’t like him.”
“They won’t listen. They say that this is the best for me but I know its all wrong. I don’t love him. Please take me away. I love you.”

He couldn’t sleep any night from that night on. He loves her very much and she loves him too. He knew he had to do something. He looked around him, at himself, conscious of his life, the place where he lives, the food he eats, the clothes he wears and most importantly a job he does not own. He had a hard time to look into himself, to realize that his dad was right. His life was a mess and he is good for nothing.

Again the other night she called,
“My family agreed to them even when I said no. Now there is no other way. But first tell me do you love me?”
“What sort of question is that?”
“Please, answer me.”
“Yes I do. I love you.”
“Then that’s it. If they are doing what they want they want then we are doing what we need to.”
“Do you mean……..”
“Yes. I love you and I will marry you, only you, no matter what. Please take me away. I am always ready when you are.”

After that phone call his mind was numb and his senses, senseless. He would be only thinking about her, the phone call and his life. And today was the day when she planned that they would run away and marry. But he hasn’t packed his things yet, no money in the wallet and nothing at all. When I entered the room he was staring at nothing, sitting in his messed up room in his messed up clothes and smoking. I hurriedly snatched the cigarette from his hand and threw it outside the window.
“What were you thinking ha?? Smoking inside your room?” I gasped.
“I don’t know”, he said.
I knew something was wrong,
“What happened? Did you call her?”
“Yes”
“What did you say?”
“I said I love her”
“And?” I knew that wasn’t it.
“I said that I love her but I’ve also realized that love does not keep us alive and plus there are also other people who love her, like her parents. Actually her parents are right; they know what is right for her. I can’t let her enter my trash life.”
He took a deep breath as if some heavier objects were coming out from his mouth and said in a low and sore voice,
“I told her to marry the guy her parents have chosen for her.”
I didn’t know what I should have said or may be he just wanted me to listen; we were silent for rest of the hours. I could see him in pain, carrying the guilt and then slowly accepting. I had been thinking if she was doing the same.

Like him, I had no the courage to see her so instead of going at her place I took a long way to my home. On my way, thousands of thought were streaming through my head; how can everything finish with all these everything, how will they move on with their life, where will they throw their memories? I thought of their love and this situation. Being their common friend, my place was where they always used to meet and go for their date and I was left to make reasons when her parents called at my place. I was someone who has lived through their love story. I had thought I had never seen such lovers and never ever thought they would part this way. It was a sad and silent death of their love and I was the single witness. Lovers may keep promises to be together afterlife but it’s hard to get it applied in this world. It was easy to love but hard to keep it; they were indeed real lovers parted by this real world.

When I got home, it was already dark. I went directly to my room, on the table were two envelops. I reached for them; those were for me and for him. I opened the one with my name; they were the invitations card for her marriage. I sat there numb, not having a single idea what would I say when I’ll meet him to give the invitation card or meet her on her marriage.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Jangling changes

My hostel's routine felt monotonous, like I was living in an aquarium swimming round and round, the same scenery swirling before me. My class was five minutes' walk from my room, the kitchen a little further away. I felt claustrophobic, I wanted to break free. I prayed for change but what happened next turned my world upside down.
One evening, I had a severe stomach cramp. The excruciating pain lasted for two days. The doctor at the local hospital said I had appendicitis, and had to have my appendix removed immediately. The surgery could have been carried out there but I was rushed to Kathmandu instead.
Everything after that is a blur. I woke up in the post-operation ward and was later discharged. The doctors said I needed a two weeks' rest, which meant no hostel. Maybe this was the change I'd been praying for.
I was wrong. I missed the routine: classes, friends, music festivals, walking from my room to the classroom. I was recovering slowly and longed to rejoin college. My friends called me asking "Feel better?" But things took another unexpected turn.
The pain returned, and this time it was worse. I was rushed to the hospital again. The doctors said any post-operation pain, at least after an appendectomy, was abnormal. Appendicitis involves a minor operation and complications are rare. I fell in that 'rare' percent.
I was rushed to the emergency room yet again. This is my third time in the hospital, for the same reason. Apparently, my appendix was removed later than considered safe; as a result it had burst. Particles that should have been removed in the operation had been left untouched. My body was fighting them with antibiotics. It took the doctors two weeks to understand that my new pain was a side-effect of the antibiotic I had been given. As soon as they changed my prescribed medicine, I recovered.
I have been in bed for a month now, more change than I had bargained for. I sit here in the general surgical ward, trying to keep track of them. The saline water flowing into my arm changes from NS to D5. Patients in neighbouring beds change every two days, my daily dose of medicines change, the nurses change with every shift. Outside the window, the colours of the cars whizzing by, the pedestrians, and the light of day change. I think of my friends preparing for exams in what I once considered an aquarium. Only, now I'm on the outside longingly looking in.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

“Arresting God in Kathmandu”(A Myth)

King of heaven Lord Indra was content with his beautiful kingdom and he was a great admirer of beauty and so he had collection of many attractive things in his kingdom, may it be angels or liquors or flourishes. He always thought that no other beautiful things existed that he had not observed but one fine day as Lord Indra laid his eyes below his kingdom and saw a beautiful flower on the kingdom of mortals. He desired to get a hold of the flower and bring it to heaven and so he decided to set off to the earth. He transformed himself to a mortal and searched for the flower. He traveled through green mountains and beautiful landscapes then he reached a beautiful valley. He found the valley so beautiful that he compared it with his kingdom. he had never seen before any land of mortals that was as striking as this, he saw girls walking along him whom he thought were more beautiful that those angels in the heaven. The striking beauty nearly had made lord Indra forget about the flower but finally he ended his search in a beautiful garden. But unfortunately as he was going to pick the flower, a guard came and arrested him for entering the garden of the King of the Kathmandu and trying to steal the flower ‘Parijat’ from the King’s garden.
Up in the heaven that Lord Indra had been arrested in the kingdom of mortals was breaking news. Confusion filled the atmosphere of heaven and all the gods were panicking. There were many assumptions on the particular situation, some gods were furious, some were scared and some were annoyed with the Lord Indra. When this news reached to the mother of Lord Indra, she was shocked. Indra had always wanted what he liked but it never had been this big issue. To control the sitation in the Kingdom of heaven she determined that she herself would go to the Kingdom of mortals called Kathmandu and release her son. She decided that she would take two packets of fog and morning dew each to gift the King of Kathmandu and ask for his permission to release her son. And as her plan she along with some other gods reached Kathmandu and met the King of Kathmandu. She patiently explained the situation and revealed that the man he has arrested is not a normal man, in fact he is not even a man, and he is King of heaven Lord Indra and so forgive him for his mistake and accept the gift of fog and morning dew she had brought along with her. Knowing the truth, the King of Kathmandu immediately ordered his men to release Lord Indra and asked for his apologies. He also accepted the gift of fog and morning dew. Embarrassed by the great confusion the King of Kathmandu announced that from that day on ‘Indrajatra’ would be celebrated every year on the occasion of Lord Indra’s visit to Kathmandu.
After Lord Indra and his mother along with other gods left, the King of Kathmandu opened the packets that Lord Indra’s mother gifted him. As the packets were opened slowly cool breeze started to flow in Kathmandu and thi cloud like thing started to glide around the city and the clear view of the mountains was blocked. Thus, it is believed that winter starts after Indrajatra as the King of Kathmandu accepted fog and morning dew which is a sign of the beginning of winter.

Monday, September 8, 2008

FREEDOM


The boundries are drawn

to divide the earth

but this weak line

does not overtake our hearts

Distance isn't

powerful enough to set us apart

Because,

our eyes are no more timid

They are wide and

running through the sky

And the sky has no limit....


(dedicated to SAU-fest)