tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15968830455138130352024-03-13T21:05:52.781+11:00JAYANT POSTwords without rules -world without wallsJayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-14223337430567002772011-11-05T03:10:00.002+11:002011-11-05T03:10:23.744+11:00An Ode to the Past<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I witnessed success <br />afterall happiness is success for me<br />I saw friends around me<br />everyone had nothing than praises for me, <br />but suddenly all those flatters <br />turned into a lonely submission <br />no sooner the evil arrows of destiny stroked me<br />Deserted in the battle of living life, <br />I was left abandoned in the battle of conquering it again. <br />There were times when <br />I was in the umpteen level of frustration, <br />suicidal tendencies aroused me, and <br />everywhere I saw were black and darkness. <br />Those days are not worth remembering, but <br />life starts then and there for one <br />who wants to make it all over again. <br />Though I was physically handicapped and still, <br />my mental strength has grown to a phenomenal proportion,<br />and thus making me stable and more productive than before. <br />Life is full of ups and downs, <br />I never learnt from ups, but <br />these downs definitely have taught me to strive, <br />fight against every odd, and <br />have encouraged me to live life again <br />not same as before <br />but to my hope, much better.<br /><br />- Saturday, Feb 13, 2010</span></div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-5009581133017089632011-10-12T14:36:00.000+11:002011-10-12T14:37:22.705+11:00FANATIC FANTASY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He was very attached to Madhavi… wherever he went, Madhavi
would always be beside him… in his every happiness, Madhavi’s decision would be
decisive…. Madhavi would be standing lively in his imagination… a friend of his
joy, his intimacy and his ups and downs, he loved Madhavi dearly.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Madhavi was like a mother to him… no… like a friend… no… no…
like a lover. Infact, he looked upon her in all these forms.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In solitudes, he used to run his fingers down her hair and
embrace her… During illness, Madhavi used to sit beside him caressing his
forehead with a gentle kiss… Whenever he stumbled upon failure, Madhavi used to
raise his spirits urging him to rise from the washout and set his goal again
with a greater deal of zeal and fortitude. Madhavi had transpired, in his
melancholy and isolated life, a fresh vivacity.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Due to the infinite snags in life, Karun, however, must have
been unilingual… he had turned into a soliloquy talking to himself more than
the fate talking to his loneliness. He had stockpiled many experiences from the
bitter sufferings of past. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Before Madhavi, Pallavi was in his life… Karun and Pallavi
loved each other more than anything… they used to get lost in the flight of an affable
life collecting the fancies of a beautiful future… in realising that reverie,
they both seriously delved themselves in furthering their education and at the
same time, devising ways to meet their financial needs too.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Like it was obvious, Pallavi’s parents, one day, came to know
about their love scene… Her parents, the strict conformists, poured their rage
over Pallavi’s behaviour… She was blessed with scarlet smudges on cheeks and a
black-and-blue back… Pallavi couldn’t seek out for any other option than to
shed brimming brook off her eyes… their departure was ultimately inevitable…
Pallavi was banished away to one of her relatives’ home…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">These timid lovers couldn’t afford to confront the social
albatross or they hadn’t the courage either. Leaving rest in the hands of
destiny, it should also have been the romanticism of their love that induced in
them this decision of self-destruction. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Karun, however, appeared a lonesome person thence, studies
became far beyond his reach… When he looked at words, letters started dancing
for him and reacting with one another… as a result, examinations approached and
departed but Karun’s education never raised its bars… he was least concerned of
feeding himself… while at home, his quantity of meal intake, only because of
his mother’s insistence, would be even less than that of a beggar’s measure…
rest of the time, the thought of eating never bothered him… it was hard to
distinguish whether his clothes were clean or dirty.. more the dirty, the
fittest it looked… but he was satisfied in all that… it had been quite a time when
clean clothes had started prickling him… <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He saw no meaning in living life and no exception of death…
but death also was very reluctant to him… the hardest of thing he found in the
world was to die... hanging would invite fear of troubling the neck… burning
down in fire would fear of scorching the body… devouring poison would fear of
curdling the mouth… and even if he died, that would also fear of losing Pallavi
forever… fear engrossed him from all sides and his disorientation proved to
weaken him to some more extent.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">How he peeped into his failure suddenly amid that fearful
life was really strange! But he regarded his incomplete studies the base to his
failure…. financial growth as the sign of success… swayed by a feeling that anyone
would want their son-in-law to be well-educated and well-earning, he decided to
change himself. He left his hometown and reached the capital city to broaden
his horizon… accepting educational degree the qualification to marriage, he
continued his studies seriously and financial income the guarantee-card of
marriage, he devoted himself to work... when success came across, Pallavi was there
on his mind… he still had a deep yearning of living a successful life with her…
and the qualification and the guarantee-card were also under his arms now…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Suddenly on a fateful day, one of his friends spoke on phone,
‘Today is Pallavi’s wedding’…. his heart exploded at the top of his heartbeat…
as if the world was ending the very next minute and that he was going to be
buried under the debris… The reason, that he changed himself for, was drifting
away along the waves of uncertainty… and he was sinking deep into the oblivion…
putting all his achievements on stake, he started moving off at a tangent like
a loser… he was like a machine-driven creature wandering around at the
instructions of his own piece of code….<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In course of this nomadic life, he, at one point, found a
friend- Madhavi… Madhavi started directing him to the right course. The
unsuccessful tint of Pallavi started fading out slowly and Madhavi’s propitious
colour opened up brightly in his life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">All this started when he, one day, happened to get sight of a
book put on sale at a footpath bookstall…. a Madan Mani Dikshit’s novel… he
bought it against his interest but started reading it with concern… as an
influencing upshot, he started regarding Vishwamitra his greatest enemy and
began sharing love with the heroine of that novel… it was the same ‘Madhavi’,
the novel’s heroine, the name of the novel itself and his newly found love.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Madhavi had come into his life with a wide gamut of possibilities,
a zenith of new hope… she was putting him on the right spoor of life spreading
coolness over his past tribulations…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">‘I love Madhavi dearly… I have spent many nights crying with
her… and many times have had intercourse with her… Madhavi is the only love of
my life.’ One day, Madan Mani Dikshit was explaining Karun about his
relationship with Madhavi this way. Thud! The dais of his love collapsed before
a hope had bloomed. The portrait of his unconditional love had already been
painted on someone else’s canvas. He envied Madan Mani Dikshit. ‘If I hadn’t
been so obsessed to Madhavi, I couldn’t have written this novel.’ Madan Mani
continued speaking, drenched from tip to toe in the love of his own Madhavi.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But Karun was walking at random like a lost wayfarer,
breaking up his infatuation with Madhavi… in hope of finding another Madhavi of
his fanatic fantasy….<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i><b>(Note: This story is published in The Kathmandu Post, Fiction Park dated October 9, 2011 Sunday)</b></i></span></span></div>
</div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-83896363955932258682011-05-30T01:16:00.000+10:002011-05-30T01:16:18.569+10:00Preface: In the Battle of Kirtipur<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQYIuGWDNrG2GPN89QzFUXudDImfkhKPGAtYBEpTSYR7tpwAun6gt7Q7U297bQAQZu3PLxzPXI66Wx3q70QtY9Ph3L8CJklmNI8gg7UrewE_0RUDky3wnEBaLjwDxuTrxrrh7jT3fsGhG/s1600/Final+Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQYIuGWDNrG2GPN89QzFUXudDImfkhKPGAtYBEpTSYR7tpwAun6gt7Q7U297bQAQZu3PLxzPXI66Wx3q70QtY9Ph3L8CJklmNI8gg7UrewE_0RUDky3wnEBaLjwDxuTrxrrh7jT3fsGhG/s320/Final+Cover.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Though I was acquainted with the compositions of Hridaya Chandra Singh Pradhan many years before, I realized the real Hridaya Chandra just few months back. The former acquisition went in quest of literary study but latter was how I came to know his entire literary ability.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In process of searching articles for ‘SATHI’, an english literary-magazine (where I am presently working as an executive editor), our editorial board decided to include a drama of Hridaya Chandra called ‘Kirtipur Ko Yuddha Ma’. Since the original composition was in Nepali, the foremost task was to translate it. Inspite of every effort, we couldn’t get it translated and finally I had to do it myself. The job of translating a drama and that also a portrayal of many ages back wasn’t so easy but I accepting the challenge made myself fortunate. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When I went through the drama, I, at one moment decided to quit it because I thought I may not be able to give such a beautiful creation its real shape but it took me much endeavours and I eventually got it done but literally unjudged. It was during this time that I came to know how Hridaya Chandra’s writing actually is! Though it is simply a one-act play but the sketches of the then situation and atmosphere is so artistically done that I guarantee when one goes through it, he might get back to that era. The location seems to gets flashed-back real and the characters seem to come out of the book and speak with the readers then and there. A revolutionary warrior inside him comes out to fight and slaughters injustice with the sharpened weapon of pen, he speaks against autocracy on behalf of his protagonist, who is a virtual (fictional) Hridaya Chandra himself. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The marvellous usage of vocabulary, those typical languages, how simple words thread up to give a beautiful and dense meaning and the dialogues tend to represent the character’s frame of mind vivid. He hasn’t missed to furnish this drama with philosophical restraints of life, the suffering undergone by the prisoners and the sumptuousness of the rulers. Literature is meaningful only if it bears some tint of feelings and actions of the general people and his compositions have touched those traces of progressism and realism. His compositions are the true stories of lives then. His works have thus become living.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Talking about the drama, the story-plot is about the time when Prithivi Narayan Shah, the Great King of Gorkha, set up to unify all smaller territories into a single Nepal and during the stab, he came across Kirtipur. Though Kirtipur is a small town but Prithivi Narayan Shah and his soldiers couldn’t face the brave warriors of Kirtipur and his attempts failed thrice. There are many stories hidden in the womb of history because the winning-rulers generally dominated the losers’ history and established a new history of themselves being all the time true. Same happened here in Kirtipur! Prithivi Narayan Shah’s attack to Kirtipur the fourth time was a deception though everything is fair in war. It was a big festive occasion and he attacked the Kirtipures when they were enjoying. Moreover, some Kirtipures themselves betrayed their country by revealing secrets to Prithivi Narayan Shah. The battle started. The unprepared Kirtipures couldn’t confront the enemies and finally they had to surrender. Most of the men died and so all the children, women and elderly persons had to fight in disguise. The war-prisoners had to cut their noses. Many repressions undertook place, transgressions went through and autocracies flamed up, but the history is still quiet because the winners were the next rulers and they engraved the truth deep inside the tomb of history. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But Hridaya Chandra had an innovative knowledge of how the real history was. His creative ability and thorough study of the location (which still exists) demonstrates the qualitative greatness of his compostions, how important and precious they are! There are many of us, even the literature students not knowing the name of Hridaya Chandra because the improper custom of fame and awards has lured our present writers so much that such a true serviceman of literature gets overshadowed. But the time has come to explore the works of such a great writer like Hridaya Chandra and as a result, his drama ‘Kirtipur Ko Yuddha Ma’ has come out in the form of ‘In the Battle of Kirtipur’ before the readers world-wide.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Translation is a hard task and it becomes even harder when question comes of such old hands. I have tried my best to be honest with the true feelings of the composition and loyal towards the goal of Hridaya Chandra Singh but since human beings are prone to errors, some might have crept in inspite of my unfailing efforts. I apologise if such mistakes have made this great composition disgraceful but I always look forward to rectifying these glitches and it would be a great help if you notified me about it. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Lastly, I am thankful to the publisher for having faith in me and doing a great task of promoting our veteran writers globally and I can’t remain showering my humble gratitude to Mr. Suprad Chandra Singh Pradhan for his support in every step, by providing either materials or his invaluable guidance. And lastly, I am thankful to our entire team members for their unswerving endeavours to cast such a great doyen of Nepali Literature into the global arena. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Jayant Sharma </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>(Executive Editor ‘SATHI’ Monthly)</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-32656004502711413322011-05-28T00:19:00.003+10:002011-05-28T15:21:01.684+10:00मेरो अन्तर्वाता<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV4RudSk_uQDgSdgfAVizh1DmSpHQMaLxGhsRSCjd1lCB8E3Sl-JuFrWKVK8C8RqQIrOD7uDAbnYCFfLSXJ2VsxS8j4LGWDIcTZ31HKxXqHi2PBnvQEqwQaSKzKRuVgI1MYZi3fnMuHi_f/s1600/Interview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV4RudSk_uQDgSdgfAVizh1DmSpHQMaLxGhsRSCjd1lCB8E3Sl-JuFrWKVK8C8RqQIrOD7uDAbnYCFfLSXJ2VsxS8j4LGWDIcTZ31HKxXqHi2PBnvQEqwQaSKzKRuVgI1MYZi3fnMuHi_f/s320/Interview.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">(२०६७ पुस २३ गते शुक्रबार नेपाली पत्रमा र २०६७ पुस २६ गते सोमबार जनप्रकाश साप्ताहिकमा प्रकाशित)</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">सानैदेखि नेपाली र अङ्ग्रेजी साहित्यमा कलम चलाउँदै आउनु भएको साहित्यकार जयन्त शर्मा पछिल्लो समयमा नेपाली साहित्यको अङ्ग्रेजी अनुवादकको रूपमा देखापर्नु भयो । ह्रदयचन्द्रसिंह प्रधानको </span><span style="color: black;">‘</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">किर्तिपुरको युद्धमा</span><span style="color: black;">’</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">को अङ्ग्रेजी रुपान्तरण</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">In the Battle of Kirtipur</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">बाट चर्चामा आउनुभएका उहाँले </span><span style="color: black;">‘</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">समयको रङ्ग</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">(Colours of Epoch)</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">’,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Children Stories from Nepal, Odes from the Himalayas,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">जस्ता दर्जनौं पुस्तकहरूको अनुवादका साथै</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The Kathmandu Post, The Rising Nepal</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">जस्ता पत्रपत्रिकाहरूमा साहित्य र अनुवाद सम्बन्धी लेखहरू पनि लेख्दै आउनुभएको छ ।</span><u1:p></u1:p><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">उनै साहित्यकार जयन्त शर्मासँग विशेष अनुवाद साहित्यको विषयमा गरेको कुराकानीको सारसंक्षेप प्रस्तुत छ ।</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">अनुवादको औचित्य कसरी प्रष्ट पार्नु हुन्छ</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="color: black;">-<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">हेर्नुस्</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">यसको औचित्य प्रष्ट्याउनु भनेका एउटा सिङ्गो पुस्तक तयार गर्दा पनि सम्भव नहुने प्रश्न हो यो । संक्षेपमा भन्नु पर्दा अहिलेको विश्वको जतिपनि</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">ज्ञान विज्ञान</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">दर्शन</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">साहित्यका कुरा छन्</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">त्यो अनुवादकै माध्यमले सम्भव भएको हो ।</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">यस कुराको पुष्टी कसरी गर्नुहुन्छ</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="color: black;">-<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">हाम्रो समाजकै कुरा गर्ने हो भने या धर्म संस्कृति र परम्पराकै कुरा गर्ने हो भने</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">आदिम कबिला युगमा मानिसहरू आ</span><span style="color: black;">–</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">आफ्नो भाषा र परम्परागत समूहमा बस्दथे । तिनीहरूको आफ्नै खाले श्रृति</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">परम्परा र प्रचलनहरू रहेको थियो र ती कुराहरू उनीहरू आ</span><span style="color: black;">–</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">आफ्नै पाराले व्यक्त गर्ने गर्दथे । ती कथ्यहरू उनीहरूको भाषाका साथसाथै संस्कृत भाषाका पारखी भनु वा ऋषिमुनी</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">अनुसन्धानकर्ताहरूले संस्कृत भाषामा लिपिबद्ध गरे</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">–<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">राम संस्कृत भाषी होइनन्</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">न त कृष्ण नै हुन् । तर तिनीहरूको जीवन चरित्र संस्कृत भाषामा अनुवाद भएर आयो । परिणामतः हिन्दू संस्कृति मान्ने समुदायहरूले पछि गएर आ</span><span style="color: black;">–</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">आफ्नो भाषामा कालान्तरमा गएर फेरि अनुवाद गरे । यो हाम्रो मात्र नभएर सम्पूर्ण जनसमुदायको एउटा संस्कृति बन्न गयो । संस्कृतभाषाबाट उत्पन्न भएको नेपाली</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">हिन्दी</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">बङ्गाली</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">मराठी</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">मैथली</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">भोजपुरी जस्ता तथा दक्षिण भारतिय भाषा तामिल</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">तेलगु</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">मलायम</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">इत्यादि मात्र नभएर अङ्ग्रेजी</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">जर्मन</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">स्पेनीजस्ता अन्य युरोपेली भाषाहरूमा समेत अनुवाद भयो ।</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">तपाईंलाई जानकारी नै होला हिन्दू धर्ममा नै आस्तिक र नास्तिक दर्शनको सर्वप्रथम सुत्रपात भयो र विश्वमा चलिरहेको पदार्थ कि चेतना भन्ने</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">विवाद र आफ्नो पक्षको पक्षपोषण गर्ने वेद दर्शन र चार्वाक दर्शन (सर्वदर्शन) का विचारधारात्मक द्वन्द्व यही बेलादेखि सुरुभयो र अहिले विश्वभरि यसका विविध हाँगा हाँगाको चर्चा परिचर्चा भयो</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">त्यसको प्रमाण देह र विदेह जस्ता धर्म दर्शन पनि यसै अनुवादको माध्यमबाट संसारभर फैलियो । त्यसैले यो छोटो रूपमा भन्न खोजिएको सार मात्र हो । हामीले चिन्ने गरेको दार्शनीक</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">वैज्ञानिक र साहित्य सर्जक कति नेपाली थिए</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">उहाँहरूलाई हामीले चिन्न सकेको एक मात्र कारण अनुवाद नै हैन र</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नेपाली साहित्यको अनुवाद अङ्ग्रेजीमा गरिरहनु भएको छ</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">यसको खास कारण के होला</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="color: black;">-<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">हामी विश्वमा रहेका विभिन्न भाषाका पुस्तकहरूको अध्ययन गरिरहेका छौँ । हामीले नदेखेको मुलुक</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नचिनेको मान्छे</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नभिजेको परिवेश</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">–<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">तर ज्ञानका लागि ती सामग्रीहरू उपयोगी छन्</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">त्यस्तै हाम्रो भाषाका कति लेखक सर्जकहरूको पहुच यो विश्वभरी पुगेको छ</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">संसारको बहुसंख्यक भाषाभाषीहरूलाई</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नेपाली भाषा</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">–<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नेपाली संस्कृति</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नेपाली कला</span><span style="color: black;">–</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">साहित्य पनि अन्य भाषाको तुलनामा त्यतिकै स्तरिय र गुणयुक्त छन् भन्ने कुराको साधारण जानकारी समेत छैन</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">–<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">किन</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">उनीहरूले हाम्रो भाषा बुझ्दैनन्</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">हाम्रो साहित्य उनीहरूले बुझ्ने भाषामा कति छ</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">यही शून्यतालाई चिर्ने सानो प्रयास हो</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">–<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">मेरो अनुवादकर्म पनि ।</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नेपाली साहित्यको अनुवादको स्थिति कस्तो पाउनु भएको छ</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="color: black;">-<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">उत्साहजनक पक्कै छैन</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नेपाली साहित्यका थुप्रै पुस्तकहरू स्तरियताको दृष्टिकोणले विश्वसाहित्यको अन्य उन्नत साहित्यको दाजोमा पुग्न सक्ने संभावना बोकेका छन्</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">तर त्यसको बारेमा विश्वका अन्य भाषाका पारखीहरूले थाहा पाउन सकेका छैनन् । छिटफूट मात्रामा काम भइरहेको छ</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">संगठीत प्रयास भने हुन सकेको छैन । त्यसकारण पनि परिणाम सन्तोषजनक हुन सकिरहेको छैन ।</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">त्यो समस्याको समाधान के हुन सक्छ</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="color: black;">-<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">सर्वप्रथम नेपालको राजनीति</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">र सरकारी नीति स्पष्ट हुन आवश्यक छ । लियो टोल्सटोय</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">मेक्सिम गोर्की रसियनभाषी</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">ल्यू शून चिनियाँ</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">बर्तोल्ड ब्रेख्त जर्मन</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">–<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">तर त्यहाँको स्पष्ट सरकारी नीतीले उनीहरूको प्रतिभा संसारसामु छर्लङ्ग हुन सक्यो । हो</span><span style="color: black;">, </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">हाम्रोमा त्यही नीति छैन । भाषा र संस्कृतिको जिम्मा लिने एकेडेमी राजनीतिक भर्ती केन्द्रको रूपमा रह्यो । एकेडेमीसियन हुन प्रतिभाको भन्दा राजनीतिको झण्डा ओढेकाहरू प्रतिभावान ठहरिए</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">–<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">सिमित बजेट यताउता टालटुल नीतिमै रित्यायो</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">मुख्यकाम निरूद्देश्य नै रह्यो । संस्कृति मन्त्रीले संस्कृति नबुझ्दा पनि भयो</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">विश्व प्रसारणको कुरा त टाढाको फलजस्तै भयो । खैँ नेपालमा पुस्तक प्रकाशन र वितरणको व्यवस्था नै राम्रोसँग गर्न नसकेको स्थितिमा हाम्रो साहित्य अनुवाद भएर विश्वभरि वितरणको व्यवस्था मिलाउन भनेको हाललाई</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">दिवास्वप्न जस्तो लाग्न सक्छ तर त्यो हुनुपर्छ । भविश्यमा यस्ता काम हुन नसके हाम्रो लेखनीय कुवाको भ्यागुताको भन्दा भिन्न स्थितिमा रहँदैन ।</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नेपाली साहित्यको अनुवादको प्रणेता कसलाई मान्नु हुन्छ</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="color: black;">-<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">निसन्देह महाकवि लक्ष्मीप्रसाद देवकोटा</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">त्यो समयमा पनि उहाँको अनुवाद शिल्प यति उच्च</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">सूक्षम् र गहन थियो की वर्तमान समयमा पनि त्यस्तो प्रतिभा नेपाली साहित्यमा अर्को देखा परेको छैन ।</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">महाकवि लक्ष्मीप्रसाद देवकोटाको नै अमर कृति</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">“</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">मुनामदन</span><span style="color: black;">”<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">को अनुवादलाई कसरी लिनुभएको छ</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="color: black;">-<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">त्यसो त मैले त्यो कृतिको तीनवटा अनुवाद पढिसकेको छु</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">माइकल हट</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">आनन्द पी श्रेष्ठ र गणेशलाल सुब्बाका अनुवादहरू । यी तिनवटै अनुवादलाई सरसर्ती हेर्दा पनि के देखिन्छ भने माइकल हटले नेपाली लय बुझ्न सकेको छैन</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">शब्द र वाक्यहरू अनुवाद भएको छ</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">तर त्यसको गेयता र कलात्मकतालाई छुट्याएर</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">–<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">त्यसकारण त्यो कस्तो कृति भयो आफै अनुमान गर्नुस् । त्यो भन्दा धेरै राम्रोसँग छन्द र गेयतालाई समातेर आनन्द पी. श्रेष्ठले गर्नुभएको छ र त्यो आफैमा सुन्दर भएको छ । र भन्नै पर्दा</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">स्तरियताको हिसाबले गणेशलाल सुब्बालाई कसैले भेटाउन सकेको छैन ।</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="color: black;">-<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">यू.के. डायस्पोरामा रहेका नेपाली कविहरूको कवितासङ्ग्रह</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">‘</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">सिमाहीन विम्ब</span><span style="color: black;">’<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कवितासङ्ग्रह भर्खरै सकेर विजय चालिसे र तेजप्रकाश श्रेष्ठका कथासङ्ग्रहको अनुवाद गरिरहेको छु ।</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black;">‘</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">साथी</span><span style="color: black;">’<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">साहित्यिक पत्रिकाको अङ्ग्रेजी संस्करणका सम्पादकको रूपमा प्रकाशन गर्दै आउनु भएको थियो तर अहिले बन्द अवस्थामा छ</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">किन होला</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="color: black;">-<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">बन्द गरेको होइन</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">वाध्यतावश केही समयको लागि यो बन्द गर्नु पर्ने भयो ।</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">धेरै योजनाहरू बुन्दाबुन्दै आकस्मीक दुर्घटनाले गर्दा लामो समय म स्वास्थ्य उपचारको क्रममा नै रहे । र</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">अहिले पनि म स्वास्थलाभ गर्दैछु । तर अब म फेरि काम गर्न सक्ने अवस्थामा आइसकेकोले यसलाई फेरि निरन्तरता दिने प्रयासमा रचना छनौट</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">अनुवाद र प्रकाशन गर्ने तर्फ काम गरिरहेको छु । अब चाडै नै यो</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">पुनः प्रकाशन हुने तरखरमा रहेको छ ।</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">अन्तमा केही भन्न चाहनु हुन्छ कि</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;">?<o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"><span style="color: black;">-<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नेपाली साहित्यलाई विश्वमा चिनाउन अनुवाद बाहेक अन्य कुनै विकल्प छैन</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">त्यसैले साहित्यकारहरू</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">प्रकाशकहरू</span><span style="color: black;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">अनुवादकहरू र पाठकहरूलाई पनि यो अनुरोध गर्दछु कि यो अनुवाद कार्यलाई गम्भीरताका साथ लिइदिनु पर्यो ।</span><span style="color: black;"> </span></div><br />
</div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-6052041725287325242011-05-22T17:54:00.002+10:002011-05-28T15:25:39.417+10:00आउँदैछन् हिसाब माग्न<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN6ls9GcTgWWxgoy0xD4lv5APo2ke5UYOow23qLt1ry7YNZYgAsmb0iBs8dHBlapToSZUps4DEPSqlQzPtFxe7j6h1AXTyCQvVoCmpW2gxMG0S4rvU3Gf-feFGbY7iuZzEzRtORMoIASaS/s1600/Jayant+kabita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN6ls9GcTgWWxgoy0xD4lv5APo2ke5UYOow23qLt1ry7YNZYgAsmb0iBs8dHBlapToSZUps4DEPSqlQzPtFxe7j6h1AXTyCQvVoCmpW2gxMG0S4rvU3Gf-feFGbY7iuZzEzRtORMoIASaS/s640/Jayant+kabita.jpg" width="282" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Mangal;">तिमीले दिएको आश्वासनको तिउन-आशाको ढिडोसँग</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">विश्वासघातको अचार नमज्जाले मिसायौ है?</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तिमीले देखाएका नयाँ सपनाहरू साँच्न नपाउँदै</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">उही पुरानो नमीठो थप्पडले फेरि बिउँझायौ है?</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">अत्याचारको शिकार, अन्यायको मूक गवाही</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">बोली त तिमीले पहिले नै खोसिसकेका रहेछौं !<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तर भुस्याहा कुकुरहरूको मिथ्या भुकाइमा</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तर्सिन छाड्यो त्यो कमजोर रामबहादुर</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">दबाउन सक्दैन आवाजहरूलाई कसैले</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">बोल्ने बोलेरै छाड्छ अब अन्धकार विरूद्ध</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">भीरबाट खस्ने गोरुको लङ्गडो ढिपीमा</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">राम राम भनिन्छ अब काँध थाप्ने छैनन् कोही !</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">लाखौ आमाहरूको आँसुले सजाएको त्यो मन्चमा</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तिम्रो देशभक्तिको कालो चिठ्ठा मन्चन हुदैछ</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">कुरिति र कुशासनको पटा</span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">क्ष</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">े</span></span><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">प हुदैछ</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">गाँस-वास-कपास दिन्छु, नयाँ आश दिन्छु</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">झुक्किने छैन घरिघरि त्यो सोझो मानबहादुर</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तिम्रो यस्तो फुस्रो कुरा गराइमा ।</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">न्याय, समानता, हक र परिवर्तन</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">कुनै किराना पसलमा पाइने खाध वस्तु हो?</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">पाइने भएको भएपनि तिमीले कहाँ दिन्थ्यौ र?</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">खोक्रो आडम्बर, </span><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">ढोङ्गी सहानुभ</span><span lang="NE" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">ुति </span><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">त हो तिमीले दिने !</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">कुरा ठूला-ठूला तर सस्तो मानसिकता</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">उदघोष नयाँपनको तर सोच बर्बर</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">अब छोप्न सक्दैनौ तिमीले आफ्नो नपुङ्गसकता !</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">भाइ मारेर ज्वाँई पोस्ने तिम्रो फोहोरी चाललाई</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">अब कसैले सफा भन्ने छैनन्</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तिमीले फेरेको काचुलीलाई परिवर्तनको नाम त दियौ</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तर उही पुराना रुग्ण मानसिकता भने छाड्न सकेनौ</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तिमीले पनि त कति गाडि, घरहरू फेर्यौ</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">कङ्गालीको करङ्गमाथि घुम्ने कुर्सीको स्वाद पनि फेर्यौ !</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">गरीब श्यामबहादुरको खुन पसिनामा बाँच्ने तिमी</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">कति लासहरूमाथि महङ्गो व्हिस्की पनि फोड्यौ ।</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तिम्रो स्वार्थ पूरा गर्न हजारौ सपनाहरूले बलि चढाए </span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तिम्रो विश्वासको भूमरीमा लाखौ इच्छाहरुले आत्महत्या गरे</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तिमीले पनि तिनीहरूको मृत्युलाई बलिदानको नाम दिएर महान बनायौ</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">श्रद्धाञ्जलि स्वरुप तिनीहरूको लासमाथि सहिदको ‘लेबल’ पनि टाँस्यौ</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">महानताको गाथा गायौ अनि डकार्यौ उनीहरूको खुनको सर्बत</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तिनीहरू सहिद भएर अमर, तिमी सहिद बनाएर अमर !</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तर अब जुर्मुराउँदैछन्</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">तिनै राम, श्याम र मानबहादुरहरू</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">बुहारीको पुछिएको सिन्दुर, मुछिएको मर्म</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">छोरीको लुटिएको अस्मिता, फुटेको कर्म</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">खोसिएको आफ्नो घरबार, मान्छे हुनुको धर्म</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1.0pt;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">सबैको हिसाब माग्न उठ्दैछन्, जुर्मुराएरै आउँदैछन्।</span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span lang="NE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Published in Asar 2067 Issue of Madhuparka</span></span></div></div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-938374705163349522011-05-07T16:00:00.000+10:002011-05-07T16:00:27.768+10:00Setting Sun and I<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-outline-level: 3;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">the setting sun is setting its eyes on me</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">as if its saying when i would again see</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">the sweetness of life in those sad eyes</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">after a hard night bout and again i rise</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">with new zeal, and a new hope to live</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">striving against odd is all that i believe</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">cold tears washing away night's dread</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">on the bosom of life, angst here i tread</span></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div></span></div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-18216564630227132652011-02-10T04:55:00.001+11:002011-05-22T18:05:11.113+10:00TRANSLATOR’S NOTE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">This comes as an obligatory reality for Nepalese living abroad that whatsoever and howsoever they do there, life comes in pretty sad face demanding much and giving less. This anthology of Nepali poetries from diasporas is a proof to that reality. The poetries here demand an analytical eye and unconventional vision in comprehending its essence. Most of the poems, based on the hardships of life faced in either native or foreign land, are adorned with strong metaphors and sharp similes that give us significantly a mellow reading. A sense of nativity and racial discourse though abundant throughout the volume do not look superfluous, when the indigenous dialects and communal jargons employed add a blissful taste all over the journey.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Translating ‘Reflections Beyond Border’ was completely a new but pleasant experience. Though it was very hard for me to muddle through the jargons, I have given utmost care in retaining the originality of the creations and even if some errors have crept in, I apologise sincerely for that. Thoroughly enjoying the poetic experiments done, I am therefore convinced that this volume will carve a distinct niche in the poetic fraternity of Nepali Literature. Playing with words is harder than understanding them and I was no other exception but I dared it not only because of a personal request from one of my close acquaintances but because I personally wanted to feel the pleasure of diasporic writing and especially of the writers from army background. The poets included in this anthology are all in one way or the other associated with security jobs or are army men abroad. Therefore, this book has helped in exhibiting the poetic heart of soldiers fighting at the frontier, and surpassing the fact that they appear hard from outside rather has revealed their soft corner.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On whole, this book will prove to be another milestone in introducing the literature from diasporas and the poetries a benchmark in the future of Nepali poetry. These poetries on one hand portray stark realities of human obligations and torments and on the other hand unfold beauty of nature that lies hidden for ages. Though some poetries are based on romanticism and brighter sides of life, many of them are revolutionary comprising darker shades of life. The poets speak of their native lands and the beauty they encompass, some compare them with the foreign lands and some write of the different facets of humanly emotions. Whatever is the thing, the poets tend to weave their personal experiences into words. I am grateful to the poets, the editors and to everyone who helped me make this venture a success. My dream of Nepali literature flying beyond borders as I have always mentioned is gradually taking shape and this one stands as a stepping stone in the flight.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Without much elaboration, I would like to end this brief note with one of my poems that explains the feeling that this volume occupies in whole-<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The restrained gash of battlefields<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The melancholy of being far away from home<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The glorious victory at various theatres of war<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The defeat of destitute proximity<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The appeal of abounding affinity, and<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Everything on your own-<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Come flying<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In different painful letters, and<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Blood stained words<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To spill over the scraps of haunting memories<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And daunting experiences.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Note: This is the translator's note on my latest translation 'Reflections Beyond Border' published by Nepali Prativa Pratisthan UK.</span></span></span></b></o:p></span></div></div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-75470914414463773202010-08-18T18:34:00.002+10:002011-05-28T15:32:22.681+10:00Nepali Literature Sans Center<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEczbRaZQTwZPTzjzGsigrUG2j4ezjIZ7gGwaj0LaGGYP54zExUplpXEDZ7RF8z-iFXBzbW8Ci0SG2Sce_0S_Tj-RKs5ZjOn9ACE_BeGhmbsAiWYgh2uF-EtIq3HsXXHgX70VCh3JccOef/s1600/THe+Rising+Nepal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEczbRaZQTwZPTzjzGsigrUG2j4ezjIZ7gGwaj0LaGGYP54zExUplpXEDZ7RF8z-iFXBzbW8Ci0SG2Sce_0S_Tj-RKs5ZjOn9ACE_BeGhmbsAiWYgh2uF-EtIq3HsXXHgX70VCh3JccOef/s400/THe+Rising+Nepal.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nepali language and script have always been surrounded by controversies. The first literature in Nepali language is considered to be ‘Baaj Parikshya’ written around 1700 BS which is conflicting in itself. Though the historical evidences depict that Nepali language is derived from ‘sinjali’, it was also not in the Nepali form initially; it was in ‘khas’. Its region of birth is Jumla from where it got propagated all over. Research has excavated copperplates and some folk songs of that time, written in 1393 BS. Moreover, Nepali language used to be written in ‘kalaukshyari’ script which afterwards was slowly replaced by Hindi script ‘devanagari’ because of the people who went to Banaras to study. The ‘devanagari’ script which we use today is a progeny of ‘brahmi’ script. Therefore, even if ‘khas’ is accepted to be the mother of Nepali language, some facts indicate that though ‘khas’ exists in history, it didn’t fall into a scriptural group that is proven by the non-scriptural names they used like ‘krachalla’, ‘chapilla’, ‘chap’, etc. Thus, researchers claim Nepali language to be independent of ‘khas’ language.</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: left;"></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Current debate</span></strong></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></strong></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nevertheless, there are plenty of such arguments regarding Nepali language and presently, another topic that has heated the debate table is about the center of Nepali language. Nepali students who went to Banaras to study then, influenced by Hindi and Sanskrit literature, established the press culture of Nepali literature - many years before and after Bhanubhakta’s ‘Ramayan’, no substitute of Banaras could be seen. Above this, the literary movement initiated by Motiram Bhatta fueled its momentum to a phenomenal extent. Later, because of a more educated class living in Darjelling and Pastor Gangalal Pradhan’s translation of Bible into Nepali followed by activities of ‘SuDhaPa’ slowly shifted the command of Nepali literature to Darjelling. Balkrishna Sama hence could say without hesitation, "What Darjelling thinks today, Nepal thinks it tomorrow" but the end of Rana regime, rapid literacy awareness in Nepal and the dignity of capital city finally transformed Kathmandu as the center of Nepali literature. The era after this transformation gradually increased the number of writers focusing on the centralised system of state governance that established Kathmandu as the only center of Nepali literature and the fertile land for writers in the coming several decades.</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: left;"></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Literature from diasporas</span></strong></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></strong></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But today Nepali literature has crossed the geographical boundary and has established itself as a language spoken and written in almost every continent of the world. If we calculate the number of magazines and books published in Kathmandu in Nepali language, it’s just 10 per cent of what is published around the globe. In this estimate, north-eastern states of India alone cross the count of the overall books and magazines published in Kathmandu. What about the publications in other Asian countries along with Europe, America and Australia? Presently, after Africa joined this bandwagon and because of the excessive use and easy access to Internet, the focal point of Nepali literature has been completely upset.</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This interpretation has practically been justified even more after Tribhuwan Univesity, realising the importance of Nepali literature produced by the diasporas, recently decided to start its study incorporating two Nepali novels, one from Hong Kong and the other from United States, into its Masters level curriculum. From the coming academic session, these novels will be studied as the 9th Paper Nepali literature course namely under ‘Diasporic Studies’ in the Humanities and Social Science faculty. All these amendments indicate that Nepali literature is now going beyond borders and the conventional notion of regarding Nepali literature from the diasporas qualitatively low has been defeated, giving rise to a new philosophy that seriously needs to be contemplated in the days to come if we want to understand Nepali literature more sincerely and accurately.</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: left;"></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Off the Center</span></b></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Kathmandu, after reigning for ages, has now no hold over the dominion of Nepali literature. And also the fact that Kathmandu is the capital of Nepal doesn’t necessarily validate that the bridle of Nepali language and literature should also be in its hands because a lot of Nepali language speakers are now living in diasporas. This reality of Nepali literature should be realised properly by the ones ensconced inside this bowl of Kathmandu valley rather than the writers outside.</span></div></div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-26076565649562392742010-08-04T21:10:00.002+10:002010-08-04T21:58:38.866+10:00my blog<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b>world of random thoughts, i reflect<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b>amid chaos, my contemplation<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b>vague and irrational<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b>words drop but by a hair's breadth<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b>without rules, without borders<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b>stirring an uneven stillness<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b>and silently surpassing<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b>my refraction of life<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 3.0pt; text-align: justify;"><b>to a resurrection.<o:p></o:p></b></div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-24024037274181177322010-06-29T22:53:00.002+10:002011-05-28T15:36:57.381+10:00Late To Translate?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.southasianmedia.net/index_opinion3.cfm?id=206247&country=NEPAL">My Article featured on South Asian Media Net OPINION published in The Rising Nepal on June 12, 2010</a><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">(This
article was published in 2002 in 'SATHI' but looks relevant even today.)</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">
Time was when ‘Nepal Bandh’ was regarded a pollution but now, it has
itself become an agent of reducing pollution; it was then a crucial issue for
the social life and economy of the state but at present, it has become ‘mushrooms
after the rain’ that people have become used to it; it was for a reason before but today, the reason has been replaced by opportunity.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">
Talking about Kathmandu, running such ‘bandhs’ has atleast helped
in reducing the pollution to some extent knowing that we can’t do away with it
completely. ‘Nepal Bandh’ of course hampers the economy but unknowingly, it has
assisted somewhat these days. The major finances done in environmental projects can be cut and used somewhere else.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">
‘Bandh’ simply is not good but as every coin has two faces, it
also has both merits and demerits but the most depressing factor is that it has
demerits more than merits. Should the pollution caused by smokes and busy traffic
be overshadowed for an instant, there is this foul pollution of politics nurturing
behind the curtain, which is far more dangerous than the impact caused due to
the environment pollution.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">
Be it air pollution or political pollution, both are harmful from
every isometric, and the losses borne are by us. The governing bodies of the state
should have taken initiatives such that neither we suffer from the adverse
effects of ecological disorder nor from the pungent fumes of the pinchbeck
pseudo-politics, but there is where lies our pride in being citizen of a helpless
governing system. The main reason for ‘Nepal Bandh’ has major offenses to political
parties, who declare themselves right and powerful, even though the war they
are crackling is in the course of annihilation. The antecedence of this terror dates back to the history of unstable political scenario of Nepal. The Maoists, what we call now,
emerged as a result of its suffocation. And every credit goes to the power holders,
who are themselves walking on the wrong side of the lane making iniquitous use
of law or by enforcing constitution in favour of their insane demands.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">
After this, comes minority aggression to the factor like price
hike of petroleum products, due to which bus syndicators and vehicle
associative become fury and as a result, demand decrement in price or opt in
increasing fares. Ultimately, the one crushed under the grindstone of this ordeal
is the general populace. Then, those frantic people enter into the battlefield
backed by the selfishness of some chance-seeker political parties and thus this
war to nowhere goes on and on. Furthermore, unanticipated increment in
school/college fees also results in ‘Nepal Bandh’. Be it in the name of serving
students or general public, the parties go on protests and strikes only to
enhance their political career and make their wants fulfilled that later is
coined in as their humanitarian task. And also these ‘bandhs’ are truly
encouraged by the visiting students, who are pleased in getting time to kill
time. There is no underlying principle for ‘Nepal Bandh’. A ruling party leader
slips his tongue and next day will be marked ‘bandh’ by the opposition, a crook
journalist gets caught and their association calls for a ‘bandh’ to set him
free. A corrupt leader is questioned for his adulteration and his partisans
demand for apologies- one out of many with a ‘bandh’. This is what is happening
since a long time and still if the higher bodies remain voiceless, then surely
a day is inevitable when Nepal will be suffixed by ‘bandh’ and will be replaced
by ‘Nepal Bandh’, in a sense that a country named Nepal doesn’t exist, it’s
closed (bandh!!). Isn't it better to die than to extinct?</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">
But, how are the people going to claim their existence here? Simple. As the country has a glorious blood-shed history, Darwin’s ‘Survival of the Fittest’ has
been time and again proved successful, and so will in future. Evil pollution goes on as a vicious circle and the
serene eyes have no vigour to argue anymore. So easy in itself, ‘Nepal Bandh’
is the tragedic misuse of power and democracy. Simply, anyone can run ‘Nepal
Bandh’ because people never complain and their silence is understood as their
approval, they are so timid that these ‘bandhs’ most of time go successful. It
has become like a power-demonstration campaign for all the concerned parties as
if the more number of ‘bandhs’ they do, the more powerful they are to be
called. In this perpetual race for power and position, eventually those under the
debris are always the poor.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">
Pollution should be eradicated, not merely by ostentation of power
but by a unanimous consensus between the authorities and masses. But, I
personally feel that there should be more ‘Nepal Bandhs’ so that the people
here always ramble around or below the poverty line and remain the same
ignorant, illiterate, indigent ‘Nepali’ – a characteristic that has helped
world identify a Nepali… At no cost can we risk this identity. Happy Nepal
Bandh!!!</span></div>
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</div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-64133423324672792532010-03-17T20:35:00.001+11:002011-05-28T15:38:34.132+10:00Crossing Borders<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPlLQ-4vGft6-NwA5sk_o65ULC4TrL7xHzzxsoz6vU2rQBY7asVFv_IfIvxfFvwGvapP4vLWp-_Fkm_1RXB4S20Hbfq49TgZNvJd2vWamzejbe54njQoO3HYGL6AEwxBSMQISEUjLerl9I/s1600/1116640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPlLQ-4vGft6-NwA5sk_o65ULC4TrL7xHzzxsoz6vU2rQBY7asVFv_IfIvxfFvwGvapP4vLWp-_Fkm_1RXB4S20Hbfq49TgZNvJd2vWamzejbe54njQoO3HYGL6AEwxBSMQISEUjLerl9I/s640/1116640.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Last week I got to peek through the pages of ‘Mother’ again, a work by Russian novelist Maxim Gorky that changed the ideologies of many people around the world. This revolutionary novel depicting the story of a rebel during the time of the Russian revolution carried the history of Russia across the globe after being translated into many different languages. Like Gorky, many other Russian writers of that time — Dostoevsky, Gogol and Tolstoy — won international fame through their writings. Similarly, Hindi, German, Chinese and many other authors have been successful internationally.</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In Nepal, the literary pieces of Laxmi Prasad Devkota, Parijat, Bhupi Sherchan, Gopal Prasad Rimal and others are forever remembered with reverence. But, compared to world literature, Nepali literature is yet to find its international readership.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Here comes a question: why is this so? Have we ever thought of how Russian and other literatures were able to keep such a significant mark in world literature?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It is not only because those works were good pieces of literature. Rather, one of the reasons for their broad international fame was because they were translated into many world languages including English. Translation into many languages made it possible for them to take their place in libraries around the world, helping people to read and understand them.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Translations not only help literature cross borders, it also helps writers survive. Diamond Shamsher Rana’s ‘Seto Bagh’, translated into English as ‘White Tiger’, is one example. In one of Rana’s interviews, he has revealed the fact that his ends, so far, are met by the royalties of ‘White Tiger’, published by a British publication decades ago.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Contrarily, a few Nepali literatures have been given the opportunity to be translated into English, like Parijat’s ‘Shirish Ko Phool,’ which is now incorporated into the curriculum of some US universities. Recently, Ramesh Vikal’s ‘Awiral Bagdacha Indrawati’ earned the honour of being the only Nepali literary work to get a place in the Cultural Endowment Project, formed by a committee of US Senators dedicated to translating popular literature of the world. There are still many other great Nepali literatures, like Madan Mani Dixit’s ‘Madhavi’, waiting to come out of the wrapping to reserve a space in world literature.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For every country, its language, culture and literature hold its identity. Literature reflects the social order and practices of an era and transmits that to its readers. If Bhanubhakta had not translated ‘Ramayan’ into Nepali, many of us still would not have known the great epic and the time of that era.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Promoting the culture, language and literature of a country for its broader readership is the responsibility of the state. But unfortunately, enough work has not been done by the sector responsible for looking after literature and culture. It seems the culture of sycophancy has plagued every section of Nepali society. Even for the promotion of Nepali literature, politics plays decisive role. Still, academicians are politically appointed. The centre lacks the zeal to promote Nepali literature in the world. Whatever few translations have been done so far is only because of the self-initiatives of the writers and self-proclaimed translators.</span></span></div></span></div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-66776739547855304742010-03-07T15:00:00.003+11:002010-03-08T01:41:32.597+11:00TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Dear Positive,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px;"> You had been complaining of my letters all the time and I always took it as your suggestions. You had been telling me how badly I write and I acknowledged it as an inspiration. You had been grumbling on how I had changed all those years and I anticipated it as your verdict. Your biting words sometimes discouraged me but again, I saw wisdom in your rebukes. Your cold spoofs often hurt the small ambitions inside me but the very next minute, I sensed knowledge in your bitterness. After all, it was you who told me to do so.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> You had been grousing of how I got on my nerves quickly and only if you could have understood, it was all because of the solitary disorder. Your cutting words often heated my temperament but again, I comprehended the process to be physiological and became ice. When you dragged me by the lane of abuse, I understood it as the freedom that you use. I remember the day you handed me a paper of separation to get signed and I duly did it thinking you had given me a freedom to write.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> With furling of every season, I embraced the decision you lodged on me to be what I am not. With the curl of years, I clinched the inner-self in you regardless of my being what I really am. With fold of every morning, I induced the ‘what-I-want’ in you irrespective of what I always wanted. After all these years, you have still been grudging at my smile and here I cry not because you want it but because my eyes have been straining for quite sometime now.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px;">Yours,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Negative</span></span></span></div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-51899359491019011552010-03-01T01:31:00.003+11:002010-03-01T01:42:32.490+11:00Some Poetries-V<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.2pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When trees of survival start lamenting</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Over the pathetic failure of reasons</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tanned beliefs start weaving young reveries again</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The old verves start measuring the unexplored paths</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I am lying here still, and destination peeping at horizon.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">------------------------------------------------------------------</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Faith smeared with shades of fear</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Desires tarnished with tints of despair</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Colours, you couldn’t paint my aspiration</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And happiness, you disguise in black.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">------------------------------------------------------------------ </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When the emptiness in eyes stare at hopes</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When skinny belly stretches against poverty</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When mud begrimed faces make its gesture</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The dark lines of sorrow covering their wrinkled smile</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tell the taunting tale of civilization.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">------------------------------------------------------------------ </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Unable to hold the load of corroded thoughts</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Dreams like autumn leaves are falling down</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Rotten ethics eaten by the worms of debacle</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Are peeping from the holes in my pocket</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The once upheaval of principles insane</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Is quietly attacking my existence today.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">------------------------------------------------------------------</span></span></div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-77065048160489796892010-02-22T01:16:00.003+11:002010-02-22T01:27:17.999+11:00Lost on the way...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Words seized, and mouths stitched</span></span></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Mangal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hopes burnt, and hands fettered </span></span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Has democracy been redeemed? </span></span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Has revolution been justified? </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Old mind, and outdated thoughts </span></span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All is new to eyes that never opened </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Priceless gifts of treachery and turmoil</span></span></span></b><b><span lang="NE" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The never-ending list of martyrs. </span></span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Terror and threat, rebuke and retreat </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Spinning chairs on spine of skeletals</span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Suffocated by the whiff of gunpowder </span></span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b><b><span lang="NE" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Flowers die before their dreams bloom</span></span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hapless state, and a helpless situation</span></span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Where intimidation is independence </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When ego of power bull bumps </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Crushed are the hopes of poor folks </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Reconstruction and reformation </span></span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Have bullets ever built a castle? </span></span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To the road of drafting new rules </span></span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lost are the architects on the way.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></b></div></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Mangal;"></span></span>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-51987473506917157222010-02-16T04:31:00.005+11:002010-02-16T17:32:35.084+11:00Talking To My Loneliness<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I was captivated in your solitary world the day my destiny freed me from its extravagance. Frustrations and failures, sorrows and sufferings, medicines and meditations followed then. Thank you so much for your arrival in me, for the way you have walked beside me all these 15 months. The instigation of your coming into my life was more of an obligation than a relevance that later transformed into an inclination. I hate to think that you were with me but still I thank you for all that you have explored inside me and taken it out in one or the other form. I never was a thoughtful person and never was an introvert but because of the brunt of your cold isolation, I was able to indulge myself into my not being. I started writing just for the sake of writing (not good though and neither for good but still content). I started looking everyone with skeptical eyes which I think I should have done long before. I became too selfish suddenly and I am very happy to be. I finally could see that I had a family, and many regrets to the past. I stopped drinking but started profuse smoking just to overlook your presence. I could finally see the specks of dust layered on the books of my shelf, my good old friends who were sleeping unnoticed in hope of my revival one day. Thank you so much Camus and Kafka, Gorky and Dostoevsky for waiting me all these years.</span></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> I hate to think that you were with me but I confess that I had started liking you. I tried to avoid you by diverting myself to some abstract paintings hung on the walls of my room but you were there also, telling me off from inside the frames. I tried to ignore you by busying myself on the clicks of google and facebook but my slow ADSL connection didn’t allow it again, kudos to Nepal Telecom. There were times when suicidal tendency evoked me but then you were there again to convince me a big ‘no’. The DVD’s of Visual Studio and SQL Server lying in the cabinet were laughing at the dreams of an unsuccessful software engineer. My HP Notebook could hardly give a break from your company nor could the old melodies stored on the chip of my new Corby Pro. The vacant face of letters marked on the heaps of certificates and achievements I had once earned were laughing at a loser’s defeat and only you comforted me of the loss I had incurred. You were always vigilant on your duty. At all these times, only a thing that could keep you free from me was my Alvanz Guitar but it wasn’t meant for all day and long, again you were there clasping me with your intangible claws. I many times had tried to free myself from your mean quietness but was left with an unusual submission. You didn’t leave me, not even when I was talking to her. Some translations and articles kept me away from you for a time being but at the end of the day, you were standing there tall again with your insane smile making me uncomfortable and irritable. With you by my side, I was never alone.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div></span><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> After all this, I now think that your arrival in my life was for a reason. Though you have changed me completely, more badly from surface but meaningful and fruitful beneath, your loudness was never inaudible, your harshness was always filled with learning. You have taught me to live once again and spread the wings of hopes. The sleepless nights you gifted me nevertheless loaded dreams in me. You gave irritations, frustrations and negations only to experience and overcome it. Now I am free from all those psychosomatic elements disturbing me now and then and want you to be with me forever but unfortunately you also are not there anymore, leaving me behind with my purpose only. I am now trying to pull out all the stops to reach it.</span></span></span></div></div></div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-23767893735507531792010-01-28T21:54:00.008+11:002010-01-29T04:21:38.252+11:00Stages of Life<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Stage I (HOPE)</b></span></span><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A seedling once thrown carelessly</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After thousands of years</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sprouted into a beautiful plant</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Where pleasant flowers of my dreams</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bloomed like I'd yearned for so long.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Stage II (STRUGGLE)</b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The yacht of life flowing random</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With uneven tides of thunderstorm</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The dark night engulfing</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My destination with its fiery convolutions</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Finally reaching the shores of void.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Stage III (EXISTENCE)</b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The heat of battlefield</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After a long war</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Still breathes the cool air of peace</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Besieged long before</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With hopes alive though.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Stage IV (END)</b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Life is very short</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Whispered that old tree standing</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aimlessly for thousands of years</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One day, it fell down</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Really! Life's too short</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Like my unfurnished dreams.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>(These pieces of poetries have already been published independently. I just compiled them to make a meaningful single.)</i></span></span></div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-36507251016876520812010-01-16T21:12:00.001+11:002012-09-15T02:02:08.543+10:00The Guide: Revisited<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was wandering through the narrow lanes of Bagbazar (and dirty obviously) when a sadhu gesticulating his weird demeanours came towards me. I was afraid to confront his eyes because I was told that they rob you of all your senses but fortunately, the sadhu went passed by me and it was when I sighed a breath of relief. A little far, I was encirlced by a queer feeling of how these sadhus had been in their childhood and adolescent days. Were they sadhus by birth or some hefty circumstances triggered this spiritual transformation? And yes, I remembered the railway guide, Raju. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I found the answer in the review of TIME which read, “The Guide floats as gently as a lily pad on the surface of Indian life and yet suggests the depth beneath. It manages to describe a saint who is neither born nor made but simply happens, almost like the weather.” It was only last weekend while removing some old papers I happened to get sight of the 39</span><sup><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">th</span></sup><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> reprint of my long lost reading ‘The Guide’. I don’t pretty remember the number of times I have read this book but I can definitely tell that I have watched it only once and that also many years before during my stay in India when the only channel of the time, Doordarshan-I had aired it in its weekly dose of movies. At that time, I didn’t know that this 1965 blockbuster was based on R.K. Narayan’s award-winning novel. I got the original script only ten years after, when I happened to find a road-side second hand(more correctly, third hand) book vendor put it under a stack of old magazines on the streets of New Road. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> ‘The Guide’ received the Sahitya Academy Award in 1961 and four years later, ‘Guide’ bagged seven filmfare awards. The critically acclaimed novel with its excellence is a magnum opus in the world of literature and Guide, a movie of its kind, is a masterpiece of the Indian film industry. The introduction published in the 1994 reprint explains the greatness of this brilliant work of art. The railway Raju is a disarmingly corrupt tourist guide who lives by his wits and falls in love with a beautiful dancer. More by chance than skill, he seduces her away from her husband, a lonely writer who is obsessed with local rock-carvings, and transforms her into a celebrity courted by wealthy and influential dignitaries wherever she performs. Raju makes and loses a fortune, finds himself in jail, and – through a series of hilarious, ironic circumstances – becomes one of India’s great holy men. The history of his success and unexpected fame has all the excitement of a suspense story, told with Narayan’s customary tolerance and delightful humour. At the same time, it raises many profound and disturbing questions. These contrasting textures of human nature have been brilliantly portrayed in the visual rendition of the novel and the justice given by Dev Anand to R.K. Narayan’s character has been complemented by the soothing melody of S.D. Burman which still leaves us sing along the libretto of Shailendra.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Even after 50 years of its first publication, ‘The Guide’ is still new in its form and The New York Times Book Review then thus had some verses of appreciation in store for this opus- “The latest of R.K. Narayan’s pensive comedies is a brilliant accomplishment… In the first pages of The Guide, we recognize the charity, the unstartled comprehension, and we settle down to a gracious but knowledgeable evening.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-78686580278539748682010-01-12T03:35:00.002+11:002010-01-12T04:47:26.949+11:00In the year 1985…<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have been grumbling in my writings for quite some time now and it seems to have made me look cynical towards life, towards what I write. Changing the course of letters this time, I hope I won’t sound judgmental. Time and again, the best chapters of bygone days, nostalgia has attacked me hauling me to a period of time when all the hoof marks of memory appear vague. Even the chronicles of those periods have been flushed out of my head but this is one of that can never be over and done, this is my story of first love. Having passed the entry exam, I had just been admitted to Montessori One in Holy Cross School. It was back in 1985 and I was just three years old. Her name was Sushmita Mukherjee, a beautiful Bengali girl and I was her proud class mate. I don’t remember so much of other things, but the break time was when our love would take its deeper roots. It was the time when she always used to share her tiffin with me and many times, my parents had caught her feeding me with her hand. Our love bloomed in a childish innocence; her love, true like a dream and my falling for her as natural as a breeze. It was more of an acquaintance in the clear which my family making fun of me later had translated as love. Love it was indeed and intimacy but of our purity, of our simplicity, and of our juvenile affinity. I don’t have any idea of where and what she must be doing now. After completing our Montessori, she left for some other part of India and I joined St. Thomas. We have never seen or talked to each other since. Of an age that nothing can be recalled, I still remember her chubby face smiling at me and her handful of morsel moving towards me. Years have gone by and life has put us to different edges; many things have changed and many forgotten but still when I have to think of her, a blur image clearly shines on my mind and I hear Tim McGraw singing-</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 31.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>“I worked so hard for that first kiss</b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 31.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>And a heart don’t forget something like that</b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span><br />
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</b></span><b> </b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Like an old photograph</b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 31.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Time can make a feeling fade</b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 31.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>But the memory of a first love</b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 31.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Never fades away.”</b></span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-70412177604952536872010-01-08T02:52:00.002+11:002010-01-08T03:28:37.268+11:00A Writer's Perturbation<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">After years of scribbling in a scrap and throwing it in the trash, I don’t know why I have still been writing. The trash can is full of my aggravation, my failure; even the recycle bin of my conscience cannot salvage my humility. But I still write with a hope that one day I won’t have any chip on my shoulder. My perception of writing is against those factors that babble insignificant stories of the social order. My norm of writing has an association with the progression and pragmatism of society and life. My impression of writing is a demarcation between the upper crust and the subjugated class. My reflection of writing has a message, a story to tell of the everyday life. These must perhaps be the reasons why my writing breathes its life only in a litter. My pen never belched out the ink of treachery, my brush never stroke the contours of deception, the verdict of my principles never allowed me to haggle for pleasures and my writing always followed the esteem of my being. I was never taught to write for penny, power or praise unless it is compassionate to the sentiments of the laypeople. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I won’t trade it against a meagre lump of comfort no matter how long these contaminated feelings transport my letters to a stack of garbage. </span><i><o:p></o:p></i></span><br />
</div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-63360686938035875312009-12-31T15:01:00.002+11:002009-12-31T15:04:54.685+11:00After Many Days...<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">After many days, I am trying to get my words done but the stumbling blocks laid on my path since a period of time has anesthetised my mind-set to such a magnitude of obscurity that writing seems really impossible for me nowadays. Still, I can’t remain immune towards the significance of this day, the day that marks an important event in the calendar of my life, not because it’s a New Year eve (though it keeps some special place in my heart and have some beautiful memories to share with) but because of an encounter with the God of my belief.</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I remember this day last year, struggling in the hospital bed fighting with my woes and it hasn’t got any better still but this fateful day mesmerizes my nerve with bliss amidst all those hurdles and tribulations. The feeble mind of a man with broken limbs and hopes can never point it that way and never was it my aspiration either but the destiny finally had something good for me after all those brunts of bad shower. My agnostic school of thought was shaken by advent of the God of belief that I never believed in... my God of faith, my essence of living, my articulation of existence. A year has passed by; 31st</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> December was no more than a day of celebration for me before that but now it’s a day of prayers. I thank my destiny for putting me into such big troubles only to let me understand the happiness of small things. This metamorphosis of convictions and conventions will truly give a new course to my hopes.</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-65937725902063584612009-12-15T15:51:00.001+11:002010-01-12T04:20:39.723+11:00Some Poetries-IV<div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">------------------------------------------------------------</span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">All troubles and miseries</span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.2pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Looking at you</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.2pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Changes into happiness</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.2pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Are into blackmagic?</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When earthquake of misfortune</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Strikes the epicentre of fate</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What remains only is hope.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The tremor of your leaving behind</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Didn’t even spare my hopes</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Drowning me into oblivion.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A tiny bud </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">With its colourful innocence</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Swinging along the breeze</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And gently soaked with the fluid of energy</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Is growing with sun to absorb its confrontation.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.2pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What is the result of one plus one?</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.2pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Everyone says its two but I say its one only.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.2pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For me, everything is single from the day</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.2pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You left</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.2pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And everything alone</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.2pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Like my deserted heart. </span><br />
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</div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-49245221581119956162009-12-12T02:03:00.000+11:002009-12-12T02:10:34.179+11:00बागबजार: एक पोट्रेट<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Mangal;">बाटो छेउमा</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">राती फ्याँकेको वासी फोहोरको दुर्गन्धसँगै</span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">बागबजारले बिहानीको आँखा खोल्छ ।</span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">रातको नशा अझै बाँकी छ?</span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">नाक छोप्दै कुनै स्लम बस्तीमा हिँडेका ‘मर्निङ वाकरहरू’</span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">फोहोरको डङ्गुरमा</span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">आफूले राती फ्याँकेको मोबाइलको चार्जर खोज्दैछन् । </span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">कलेज जाने उत्ताउला ठिटीहरुलाई</span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">चुरोटको सर्को तान्दै जब जिस्काउँछन् उन्मत्त ठिटाहरू</span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">हाँसोको फोहोराले कुनै ‘कमेडी फिल्म</span><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">’</span><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">को ‘सिक्वेन्स’ तयार गर्दै हुन्छ ।</span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">फोहोरमा जिन्दगी खोज्दै बालकहरू</span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">‘डेन्ड्राइट’को नशामा जब बाटो काट्छन्</span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">सुर</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">क्षा</span><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">को डण्डाले बिथोलिएका प्रदर्शनकारीजस्तै</span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">चिल्ला गाडीका हरनले तितरबितर तिनीहरूको भीड</span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">कुनै गाडीमा कुँदिएको छ- </span><span lang="NE" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">“</span><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">बाल सरोकार केन्द्र</span><span lang="NE" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">” </span><span lang="NE" style="font-family: Mangal;">।</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">‘</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">सटर</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">’</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">हरू</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;"> खुल्छन्</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';">-</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">चिया पसलमा भीड</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">अखबारमा छापिएको हिमानीको </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">‘</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">प्याराग्लाइडिङ्ग</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">’</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">को दृ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">ष्यमा</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">शुरु हुन्छ पारसका</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;"> कर्तुतहरू</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">को बेलिबिस्तार</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">एन्जेलिना र ब्राड पीटको </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">गफ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">मा मस्त </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">‘</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">प्लस टु</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;"> </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">जेनेरेसन’</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">सन्तानको बारेमा चिन्तित अभिभावक</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">तरकारी किनेर फकर्दै गरेकी गृहणी</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कोही इराकमा मारिएका नेपालीहरूको बारेमा</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कोही हिजो हेरेको सिनेमाको प्रसङ्ग जोड्छन् ।</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">पुरानो कोटमा सजिएको एउटा कवि बाटो काट्छ</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">“</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">एउटा कविता पु</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">र्</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">याउनु छ</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';">, </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">पत्रिकाको लागि</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">”</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">स्कुल जाने विधार्थीहरू</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">को हूल</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">बाट</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कन्डक्टरको एकोहोरो चिच्याइमा अफिस जानेहरू</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">बस भित्रको ठेलमठेलमा आफ्ना गन्तव्य खोज्दैछन् ।</span><br />
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<span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;"></span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">डान्स सिक्नेहरू</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">को </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">‘</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कजरारे</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">’</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">सँ</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">गै</span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">सरगमका आलापमा </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नयाँ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">फिल्मको </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">‘</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">स्क्रिप्ट</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">’</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;"> खोज्दै निर्देशक </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नायक</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';">-</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नायिकाको बलिउड गफ र सपना साँ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">च्दै</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">अडिसनको लागि हतारिदै गरेको एक हुल ।</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">“</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नयाँ</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">किताबको प्रुफरिडिङ्ग बाँकी छ</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';">, </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">प्रेसमा पठाउन हतार भइसक्यो</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">”</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">पाण्डुलिपी च्यापेर प्रकाशन गृहमा छिर्छ लेखक</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">दुइवटा भरियाहरू</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;"> स्याँ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">स्याँ</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">गर्दै उक्लदैछन्</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">एउटा भवनको माथिल्लो तल्लामा दुइओटा अल्मारी बोकेर</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">रातीको घरचुवाले </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">‘</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">स्टामिना</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">’</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कमजोर बनाइदिएछ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">गाडीको हरन</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';">, </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">मान्छेको चाप</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कोही काममा</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">, </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कोही अनावश्यक</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">हल्ला र हाँसो</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';">, </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">रोदन र आक्रोस</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">यसरी नै चल्दैछ बागबजारको दिनचर्या ।</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">विदेश जाने रंगीन सपनाका साथ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">‘</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">आइएलटिस</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">’</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">र </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">‘</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">टीओइएफएल</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">’</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कुँ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">दिएको बोर्डमा हान्निएका युवाहरू</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कोही ट्युसन</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">, </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कोही कम्प्युटर क्लासको हाताभित्र हतारिँ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">दै </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">छन् </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">।</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">नारा जुलुस</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';">, </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">बन्द हड्तालको मुहान</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">विधार्थी नेताहरु</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">को तात्तातो</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;"> भाषण</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">पुलिसले डाडमा सेकेको लाठी</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">सँ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">गै </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">तितरबितर भएर गल्लीमा पसेको भीड</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">एम्बुलेन्सको साइरनले कोलाहल चिर्दै</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">‘</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">पल्सर</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">’</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">को टायरमुनि आएका एक वृद्धालाई ओसारेको</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;"> </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">बेला</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कलेज युनिफर्ममा ठाँ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">टिएका ठिटीहरु</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">व्वाइफ्रेन्डसंग भोलीको प्रोग्रामका बारेमा </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">छलफल गर्दै घर फ</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">र्कदै</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">छन् ।</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">छेउमा बज्न थालेको गानाको आवाजले</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">साँझ ढल्कन लागेको संकेत</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;"> दिन्छ</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">क्रमशः दिनभरिको थकाई मेट्न तिनै सामान्य मान्छेहरु</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कोही घर</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">, </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कोही भट्टीतिर लाग्दा</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">तिनै चुपचाप </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">आँ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">खाहरू</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;"> अब असामान्य बनिदिन्छन् ।</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">डान्सबारमा लागेको गाडीको लामसँ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">गै ठिटीहरुको नृत्यले</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">रातको मदहोसतामा रौनक थप्दैछ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">पुलिसको गाडी बाहिर पा</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">र्कि</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">ङ्ग गरिएको छ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">कुनै भिआइपीको प्रतिक्षामा बसेजस्तै ।</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">पैसा र रक्सीको नशामा ल</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">ठ्ठ </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">तिनै सामान्य मान्छे</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">बाध्यताको शिकार बनाएर कति चेलीहरू</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">को </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">अस्मिता लुट्न असामान्य बन्न थाल्छन् ।</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">रातको मध्य प्रहर पछि </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">क्रमशः</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">बागबजार सुत्छ</span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';">, </span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">उस्तै दिनको पर्खाइमा</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">केही नयाँपनको आशमा</span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">,</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;"> फेरि हिँ</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">डिइरहन्छन् </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">उही पाइलाहरु</span><span lang="AR-SA" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New';"> </span><span lang="NE" style="color: black; font-family: Mangal;">।</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-85012890733743030952009-12-09T22:31:00.000+11:002009-12-09T22:31:18.663+11:00Getting Started: A Literary Journey<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It is not long before when I realised the truth that writing has an immense strength, a power to hold thousand hearts at a time like an apostle addressing a congregation, such a crave that no hungry belly gets relinquished even by foods, an apex of satisfaction that one gets only once in a life-time, an immortal sense of freedom though grinded hard in the everyday factory of life. A regression in quest of knowledge, a movement started within me the day I was not really prepared for what I afterwards figured out, preparations were never needed. It was instant and natural like the sparkling of a thunderbolt, so much feelings encircled me that I came to know how Laxmi Prasad Devkota could have written Kunjani in a whole-night, a thunderbolt of mind-set. I could have written even more but the only difference was, those feelings were very raw, not even suitable to have been poured in a scrap with dirty inks. They were teasers, exciters to encourage the sleeping </span><i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">‘next-me’</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> inside me and my mind was asking for food, a food of thoughts, a food of matured conscience to fill the so far empty brain dying of a never-ending hunger.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Ten years have slipped by but the quest going through many ups and downs is still meandering around, the writing though looking bit matured comparatively in certain groups is still crude. I remember my first attempt, a literary-beginning when I used to read the English verses and translate them into Nepali and vice-versa. The instigation was whatever, but it helped an ample in learning rather than in writing. Many might have felt the complex of when they get started, I also underwent but it was late before I accepted the reality that shaping feelings in a paper was a very hard task.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> There was a time when my Nepali was very poor though I am not still good with it and this proved to be the greatest boon for me to enter into the world of literature. If I’d been an average going in Nepali, I would have never dealt the massive books but luckily, my weakness at this moment of life turned out to be the greatest help for me. Our Nepali Sir often used to tell me practise reading and writing, there were many times I got humiliated, demoralized in class only because of my ill-knowledge in Nepali. The course for me was so tough to be dealt with and I used to feel very helpless. It was that time I really took Nepali studying seriously, as a challenge and started a thorough reading and writing of Nepali language and literature. Within a short span of six months, improvement in the ignorant me could be clearly seen, as faint traces of maturity had sprouted in the writing. And about a year after, I must have started writing nicely that in the last days of my school, I got a big inspiring compliment from the same Sir and it was that he wanted to keep my note-copy with him for reference to the junior students.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Incidently, ‘SATHI’ itself was the first magazine to publish my article, nearly eight years ago. </span><br />
</div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a name='more'></a>The gesture though was a small leap, was so inspring that it made me devote even more into the literature. My first days of learning comprised reading novels and stories. I used to borrow those books from school library and some of them, I used to buy myself sparing my pocket money. It was a passion that I never wanted to come out of. Then after, I could comment somehow on those compositions myself and so afterwards, I enjoyed reading critics, how the evaluation of someone’s composition is done! I here learnt that one should go with every aspects of literature even though being a special sect writer, they need to know how feelings wind up in other forms and what can be other means to deduce them! Poetry was the sect I never liked until I started with Devkota, Bhupi, Rimal, etc. I, at this time, coming out of the translation phase had started writing my own compositions. Proper evaluation was required and then I found that my family members all were into literature. Then I needn’t go anywhere, I found a whole lot of books in my own home and as the evaluators, my family members themselves. I used to write and show them, the response used to hurt me. I thought I couldn’t be a good writer but I didn’t know then, those comments were merely for my improvement. Still I write and I know I don’t write good! The only change now and then is that now, I can judge my own compositions and this has helped me judge other’s compositions also irrespective of unpolished verdict then.</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Along the quest, what I think I missed was philosophy, the backbone of literature. Then came the involvement of philosophy in my learning phase. A small pond of enlightment what I, at beginning, used to think literature actually was, ultimately turned into a huge ocean of infinite and unlike erudition. The entire tree of literature was based on the roots of philosophy and still I find many so-called good writers missing the philosophical intercepts and regarding their works a model of realism, progressism and many more not knowing the fact that these </span><i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“isms”</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> are all the tints of philosophy itself.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Knowledge is infinite and the more you study, the more you want to study. Writing is not so easy as it appears easy to the non-writers. There lie lots of dedication and determination, however good feelings can’t be expressed nicely and whatever nice expressions don’t possess good feelings. This is where expressions and feelings though seeking one another have a propensity of inconsistency and it is the point where one should be very vigilant, the presentation of ideas should be done so artistically that it requires a thorough and indepth knowledge and a good understanding of literature, a powerful grip of and inclination towards social life as well as a subtle creative fictional power and a sound presence of mind. Literature is present in everyone’s life, the life we undergo everyday and the life we dream of undergoing. Infact every literature is a story of one of those lives. We only need to carve those lives into words artisitically with a perfect blend of feelings and expressions. The tragedy here is those who can understand life better and have keen interpretation of their own existence can present it more efficaciously and they are those who have so far been able to write true stories of our lives successfully unlike those who don’t write are missing the presentation though their everyday lives are the inputs to literature, they are the artists who play almost every episodes of life but never improve acting, they possess all those true stories of life but never script them out! And it is only because they are unknown to it.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent3" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To the novices of literature (what I am also), I think learning is necessary and the most important factor is learning for betterment. Whom are you writing for and what are its consequences? Literature without knowledge and a definite objective is worthless. Language is no barrier in writing, it is the expansion of expressions to the understandable masses. Devkota and Sama had high influences of English Literature and our great story writer Guru Prasad Mainali had influences of Indian Literature. Reading world-literature, in different languages and of different situations, helps to reveal the life and literary styles of those provinces. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Then after what we need is to practise writing, writing in a sense that it appears to be rectitude, hints are there to be taken from the learnt literatures. And then finally come out with a gist that should contain the various intercepts of philosophy, it should be useful to the readers as well as to the masses all over and also to the writers. Literature is a mirror of society, it should reflect the smiles and tears of humanly emotions. A good literature then exists when it reveals the feelings from the very low dominant life to the highly dignified life and with not only the whim of happiness but also a warm fragrance of their sweat, it should contain the story of everyday life of the general populace, as pure, as true as the lullaby of a mother. So read and practise writing literature. It has an immense strength, a power to hold thousand hearts at a time like an apostle addressing a congregation, such a crave that no hungry belly gets relinquished even by foods, an apex of satisfaction that one gets only once in a life-time, an immortal sense of freedom though grinded hard in the everyday factory of life.</span><br />
</div>Jayant Posthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09985170458620097665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596883045513813035.post-89144899884506863642009-11-21T00:54:00.001+11:002010-01-12T04:20:13.882+11:00Some Poetries-III<div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I wrote a story about a boy</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Who was always happy and carefree.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The story was short and a happy-ending!</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I folded the pages and placed it under my pillow</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Morning, I again opened the pages to complete it</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But the ending was already written,</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Vacant, void as those white sheet of papers,</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">having faint traces of happy letters written yesterday.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I asked my past, "Who am I?"</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Past replied, "Ask with your present."</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I asked my present, "Who am I?"</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Present replied, "Ask with my future."</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I asked with my future also, "Who am I?"</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Future remained silent where,</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Past and Present were laughing at me.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A seedling once thrown carelessly,</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">After thousands of years</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sprouted into a beautiful plant</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Where pleasant flowers of my dreams</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bloomed like I'd yearned for so long.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The yatch of life flowing random</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">With the uneven tides of thunderstorm</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The dark night engulfing</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My destination with its fiery convolutions</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText2" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Finally reaching the shores of void.</span><br />
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