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Grown up, dignity – down

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I had just changed the school and it was my first day at my new school. As a new student, my uniform was not ready for the first day. Thus, I was in casual dress. In addition to that, I also did not possess the complete set of my textbooks. I had bought some books before the school hour and it turned out that rest of them would arrive only after a week. I was utterly disappointed. At the very first day, I had no uniform, only half text books with me and frightened to the bones as I marched towards the new school for the very first time with a long face, of course.
The first day was eventful as most of the teachers asked me about my uniform and books, as I introduced myself to them. Time ticked slow and in the third period, a giant (giant in a sense that she was tall and bulky and her high heels aided to that too) lady teacher entered the class-room. She introduced herself as an English teacher and after she shared some laughs, she started the very first lesson. It was a poem by Late …

Wayne Mark Rooney - Farewell to a Legend

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Dear Wayne, it was Euro 2004 that I first got the glimpse of you. As a England fan (thanks to David Beckham for both club and country support), I was watching you (the 18 year old kid)  play for the first time as a 13 year old kid myself. As you scored two goals against Switzerland, I became your fan instantly, secretly wishing to see you in United's colour. Two months later, my wish came true and you were the most expensive teenager in Britain's history. What a signing you were.
David Beckham made me watch football and support United. But it was you, Wayne, who made me fall in love with this game. You were talented, passionate, hungry for goals, aggressive and tireless. It was such a privilege to watch you play. You were so selfless that you often sacrificed yourself for the sake of the team. You played in wings, center mid and attacking mid just to makeup the weak areas of the team. You were such a team player. Never selfish. It was pleasure to see you play. Every minute.
I…

2 AM Musing

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"I just want to tell you nothing
You don't want to hear
All I want is for you to say
Oh why don't you just take me
Where I've never been before
I know you want to hear me
Catch my breath
I love you 'till the end."



It's midnight and I really craved to listen to this song 'Love you till the end' by Pogues. I did. And, instead of mollifying my craving, there was a ripple effect. Of course, what was I thinking? There's always a ripple effect, isn't it? Especially when you are not sleeping while the world is busy dreaming. So what's the ripple effect? Holy Moly! The ripples went afar to trigger the sweet memories of Holly and Gerry. Yes, I wanted to watch P.S. I love you, all of a sudden. I was half way through when the time steadily went on to greet the 2 AM mark, but the craving is too obdurate to settle for anything. There was another craving to write in my blog. So, this is it. I am writing stuffs. Now, the craving has changed its hand…

Beloved's plea

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'Tell me something good', she whispered in my ear. I looked at the glimmering stars  and the glistening moon.  As I was about to tell the words, she stopped me.  She pressed her fingers against my lip.  Totally zipped it up.  'No, not the stars or the moon.  Move out of those', She said.  And then she smiled. She knew how I would tell her about the stars, the moon and the perfect serenity. She knew those were coming. 
'Tell me something good', she said. I looked at her slowly.  Her fluttering eyes, her artistic lips, her gorgeous smile...  As I was about to tell the words,  she stopped me.  She zipped my lips again. She knew I was about to mention how beautiful she was.  'Forget that too', she said.  Again, the same mysterious smile on her face. 
What a dilemma! 'What should I say?  What does she want me to tell?'  All these things twirled in my mind.  'Tell me som...'. I pulled her closer And locked our lips.
I stopped her this time. And my tongue did all the talki…

भान्जा-भान्जीलाई चिठ्ठी

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प्रिय भान्जा-भान्जी,
माया ||

सधैँ कसै न कसैलाई चिठ्ठी लेखी रहने मामाले आज किन हामीलाई चिठ्ठी लेख्यो भनेर आश्चर्य लाग्यो होला र अलि अलि दिक्क पनि | अरुलाई लेखेको चिठ्ठी त नपढे पनि हुने थियो, तर आफैंलाई सम्बोधन गरेको चिठ्ठी कसरी नपढ्नु ? दोधारमा पर्यौ हगी? फेरी चिठ्ठी नि लामो, 'लास्ट बोरिंग हुन्छ' भनेर पहिले नै परिकल्पना पनि गरिसक्यौ होला | यो पढ्नु भन्दा अघिनै कत्रो छ चिठ्ठी भनेर हेरी पनि सक्यौ होला, है? सके सम्म म छोटो पार्छु है?

यो लेख्नको लागि मात्र लेखिएको पत्र होइन | केही कुरा अप्रत्यक्ष भन्न पनि यो चिठ्ठीको सहारा लिएको हूँ | किनभने वास्तविक जीवनमा मेरो छवि एक 'हाउडे' मामाको रुपमा तिमीहरुको मानसपटलमा बसेको छ | सोझै तिमीहरुलाई यी कुरा भन्दा तिमीहरुले हावामा उडाइदिने सम्भावना बढी भएकाले, यसो गर्न बाध्य पनि छु | 'बुढा बौलाए कि क्या हो' भनेर चाहीं नसोच्नु | तिमीहरु ५ जना सबैलाई अहिले यो चिठ्ठीले समेट्न नसक्ला तर जीवनको कुनै न कुनै मोडमा अवश्य समेट्छ | त्यसैले आफुँलाई मिल्ने सन्दर्भ आएमा, मेरो लागि हो भनेर मन-मनै 'मम' भन्नु | तात्तातै ग्वाम-ग्वाम खाने प…

माया त यस्तो होस्

माया त यस्तो होस्
कि प्रतिकुलतामा झन् सुवास छरोस् |
फुलेको फूल, उदाएको जून
कसलाई पो मन पर्दैन र?
माया त यस्तो होस्
कि उजाडतामा पनि हरियाली होस्
कालो बादल बीच मुस्कानका रेखा बनोस् |

मै हाँसेको बेला को पो लठ्ठ छैन र?
माया त यस्तो होस्
कि उदासीनतामा पनि चट्ट होस् |
हाम्रो प्रेम देखेर
अरुको मन पनि कटक्क होस्,
माया त यस्तो होस् |

बन्द कोठामा प्रेमको राँको
जसले नि बाल्दो हो,
माया त यस्तो होस्
कि दूरीमा पनि मुरी होस् |
घर भनेको आखिर प्रेमको आभाष न हो;
जहाँ तिमी र म हुन्छौं
त्यहीं हाम्रो धुरी होस् |

समय सधैँ कहाँ एकनासको हुन्छ र?
नचाहे पनि त कहिले टाढा हुन पर्छ
माया त यस्तो होस्
कि टाढा हुँदा नि गाढा होस्
जब मेरो जिन्दगी नै तिम्रो नामको छ
क्षणिक दूरिमा कुनै पिर नहोस् |

सम्बन्ध हाम्रो यस्तो होस् कि
हामी दुईलाई विश्वासले बाँदोस्
आखिर माया नि त विश्वासमै अडेको छ;
माया त यस्तो होस्
कि तिमी मलाई बुझ्नु, म तिमीलाई बुझ्छु
बस,
प्रेम जताउन नपरोस्, बताउन नपरोस् |


(सल्लीपिर) Sallipir: My opinion on Nayan Raj Pandey's book

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सल्लीपिर by Nayan Raj Pandey
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Not a 3 star but certainly not a 2 star either. 2.5 out of 5 for me. Going through once is enough. Story of mountain region but it lacks flavour and fails to impress if the reader is well known to the mountain conditions and life there. Seems, writer has not done his homework to catch the essence of the lifestyle there. Everything is described in surface (bar exceptions) and the story lacks depth. I am an emotional reader and cry to everything that is vaguely heart-touching. But this story could not trigger the emotional part of mine. I did not even shade a tear. There are mistakes in the book which are rectified on the second edition though. But the errors halt your reading if you are going through the first edition. Language is sweet as expected from the writer. The story is nicely written but lacks something to the core. Recommended for the one time read because the style of writing and sweetness of language can win your heart.


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