Beta Hamara Aisa Kam Karega
Magar ye to Koi Najane
Ki meri manjil hai kaha.
Father says my son will have name and fame but I do not know my destinations.
The song reminds me my condition.
It was
year 2007 for first time I arrived at Kirtipur, it is very beautiful area full
of natural beauty and human crowds .I had just passed my bachelor and desired
to study somewhere and my best Friend Giriraj gave me suggestion to join. He
and I was childhood friend, up brought together in Assam and after a long time
we got married and started to live in Kathmandu. I tried to inquire about
Tribhuvan University was established in 1959 is the oldest of the five universities in Nepal.
There were multiple academic
departments and I wanted to join the English Department. There were many good
teachers in this department and I always loved to learn the ideas they provided
about literature which were really interesting .But I was a dull student who
could not grasp anything out of them and just stared at them carefully moving
lips.
Time never stops for anybody. One
of our smart students did suicide we remain curious about his death. Some plays
about Hindu Mythological King Dushyanta were performed and I remain unable to
watch in theatre because no tickets were available to me. After running here
and there anyhow I passed it and began to teach in a school for nursery
children.
The songs of Walt Whitman, the
lamentation of Sylvia Plath ,the critical theories were
studied,discussed,anyalyzed ,examined ,evaluated and compared there .I got a
big zero in all subjects in class room and became the character to mock. My
mother gave a harsh comment, “You cannot make a donkey a cow by washing hard” Anyhow,
I tried to pass the Masters.
Neha, the little girl around my
house recites her poem and I try to mimic her attitude but in vain.
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder what you are
Up above world so high
Like the diamond in the Star
Neha comes and mocks at me saying
“oho”, suddenly I close the book and try to pretend of sleeping. The day passes
away, I try to be more attentive to learn something innovative, I visit here
and there.
Suddenly somebody arrives there
on the door. Oh, it’s Mangloo, my neighbor who has a restaurant near my house
and he offers some food to me and goes away. Lying on the bed, I began to think
about him, they live in a tiny house with ten adult men and five children, how
hard is life to be messed in a way where you have no privacy.
Love affairs are the part of our life.
My regular watch of Emotional Atyachar on Bidas Channel gave me more
definitions of love and lovers ,I tried to link them real life although in
reality such love scenes rarely exists
in our life. You have to run after the basic need and our loves get flied in
the sky with the necessity of family needs.
The homepage of facebook multiple
definitions of loves.The philosophers of love make a long definitions there ,I
tried to read out their gazals ,poems,songs and the photosnaps to express their
love life in reality.The husband wife photo,the family photos are
uploade,pasted,shared,commented and the competition reaches in a speed.I too
try to copy.The beautiful girls cover the facebook and as an audience I kept on
peeping their picture to explore the reasons of their beauty but that also
fails here.
The loud song of “Student of the Year” of Karan Johar about
Radha reminds me the novel “Radha “by
Krishna Dharabasi .This song brings a lot of added charm to Radha’s personality
where is Radha is so cute,charming,her dress is praised ,her dance movements ,her
desires to moves were praised with bold dance of Disco which Dharabasi doesnot
fill,his Radha is pessimistic and lamenting.
There is news about ending Khan
War in Bolywood which is so highlighted and my eyes get focused. The media,the
superstars became part of our life. We try to imitate making hair style like them,
by dressing .Sometimes some henstyle hair style attract me so much and I feel at
least people are being so creative trying to make nest for birds as the
skyscrapers have been covered the lands. The wild animals are more liked by
people than the relatives.
Suddenly lights get switched off
and I turned to bed.I am very coward in nature.I begin to dream about so called
witch which I saw in Haunted Ninghts
,the expression of her red deadly eyes ,
the long hair and the dangerous voice made me so fearful I just try to run away
from her and get hold of my mom’ lap ,where I get secure life and her lovely touch makes me sleepy.
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