hidden

There is something hidden in her face.The boy around the tree tried to explore the meaning of her face ,it means he wants to know the fact .But the silence made the environment so vivid so he could not dare to stand near him.There was rumor of killing someone dread and he could not guess she was the same girl.It was first of college in bachelor level so he returned from college early than usual times.He slowly walked downs towards the North of the road and approached to the third building,he saw the body there lying and nobody dared to touch him,he took his bicycle and reach to the home.It was year 2058 and it was scenario of Nepal when the maoist revolution going on ,the violence has touched everywhere.

"You know" my mom began to discuss about the accident caused nearby the Mahendra Highway road, she began " the policy of  providing more amount to injured person than dead one in accident in Nepal" is bad and she explained how a truck came back and killed the injured  person on the road to save the amount of paying hospital bills.The hidden things are very dangerous in life and we should raise the voice against it.

He was peeping towards me ,his hidden meaning behind his unexpressive quality made me unable to understand anything what he wanted to mean.After all he was a small child and left on the bed alone.The family members have no time and enjoyed their days around different medias and artificiality they had.I noticed the lady was there lied sick but no one helped.This is also hidden story of a room which never cared in ordinary life.

Somebody knocked there on the table and the dog lied under the table began to shake it's tail and I tried to catch it.There was nothing interesting in the page I turned and I just walked out from it.It's boring time when you have no job,with no money in pocket and feel hunger as pain.For you hunger appears monster and the blamings around it never ends.In fact ,poverty makes one so weak you cannot think about normalcy and carings.You just seek food here and there and the experience of being street children is bitterness of life.I tried to leave the street and stay as a normal child but my  poverty became a hidden meaning for the photographer who took my photo and published in international medias and earned a lot of name and money 

To hide something, to be hidden  are mere property of poor ,the glamour of rich never ends nor the stardom who acts as "poor" gets less social values.

Love and women

I got confused about the images about women and sometimes run around some magazine like saptahik' social media like facebook' and it sèems women is a broad topic.even " women images and realities " by Amy Kelleman and lily D.Mcnair and Schinñiedwind presents multiple aspects of womenhood and I really get dazzled with them.Bell hooks describes her black community and customs prevalent there and position of women as theydesired to be silent she says, " they were intended to silence me' in the essay named " talking back' .that's true 'and her saying 'is not Ekta Kapoor's serials in star t v also dealing same issue ' a voice to women's new thinking to prevalent relations.I really enjoy all these gossips about women.

Alaxnder bridge by Willa Cather presents the love story of a man who does suicide though it appears as accident as his body is found beneath the bridge.Sometimes we could not realize the way to lead your life is confusion of being return to his beloved or desire to be faithful his wife made him confused.really hear touching,realistic' expression  of human life around Paris and Newyork .love 'a case, uncertainty 'a question mark' never has exact definition.
The desire to know anything and learn something never ends,none of book could satisfy the desire of being learned although I find myself fool , a man of zero lever , never learned something, a dull personality and lazy features.The social medias also fails to present myself but still I try.The desire of being "known" remains unfulfilled.And the topic of " women" has been become a complicated matter to me.As a women I always tried to understand,somebody remarked in facebook " women is mysterious" and I tried to comment it saying nothing but I have no definition of it.After all it ends.

Wo dete dukh janbujhke,ham nai na kiya shikwa koi,ulte hami ko jalim bula liya

Wo dete dukh janbujhke,ham nai na kiya shikwa koi,ulte hami ko jalim bula liya

Kis kis ka nam le ,ye duniya hai brhi jalim

Muqaddar pe likha tha jo,wo nam mita sake,angreji ke sahitya ko,dil se laga sake,

nepal ke Tri.bi. Ke shakha mai angrej ban gaye,lekin jalimo nai nepali bhula diya

Parh parhe kagaj ke panne ,t u ke class mai,hamko gobar bna diya,khud deke hmko,jalim bna diya

Kirtipur ke university mai shamil to krwa liya,na kr sake ku6.

ulta sab ku6 vula diya,chale the kitab prhne,ulta hame kitab bna diya

Sukrat se leke darrida nai ghayal kiya,dashan se leke natak bhi kar liya,na smjhe ham ku6 ulta hame gobar bna diya

Nawalparasi ke baago mai kitab to parh liya,dohe rahim ke vi ham na bhul sake ,delhi wale metro walo se,bgawat kar liya,nikle the ku6 karne,ulta gobar hame bna diya

Na aan milo hamse,library mai jate nahi,kotla ke pul se j n u pahuch gaye,nikle the ku6 bnne,jalim bnke rah gaye,na the ham kavi jalim,najro nai bna diya

Khane ke mech par,chupchap baithe hai,kathmandu se lekar delhi puhuch gaye,lekhin gustakh najaro nai,hame katil bna diya

Bolbol kar bolkar haridwar pahuch gaye,insaniyat ka gana gate .lekin jalim nai hame .janbujhke ,paththar bna diya

Budget bhasanh unone kar diya,lakar rukwakar,bhrastachar ko dhar liya,akhtiya ke nam par hame pakarh liya,karne chale the ,chunab ,jalim nai hmko anjana bna diya

Modi se lekar nare hamne gaye,khanepani ke jagir tak hat pair chalaye,baithe hai mech par chupchap ,jalim nai hame joker bna diya

Kalimati ke sabjiyo mai kirha jo lag gaya hai,okhla ke aamo mai ,rate list lagwa diya,calcutta sahar tha jana ,jalim nai mumbai pahucha diya

Kab tak baithoge ji,aji ham ko rukwa diya,gurubani jo parh liya ,amal bhi krte hai ,kuran se sikh lekhe ham chupchap baithe hai,jalim hai hamko anjana bana diya

Do phool paththar ke hamko mat mara karo ,dumduma mai baithkar sydney to chale gaye,jalim nai hame janbujhke doshi bana diya

Nam unka tha meraj,bnde khuda ka wo bn gaye,karke salam unko ,dur ham chale aaye,jalim nai hamko unse jhut bulwa liya

Jhuthe to ab bhi ham nahi,jhuthe to bula liya,lekin kya kare janab ,sacchai ka tumne achcha sila diya,baithe boot bnke yaha,jalim nai paththar bana diya

Ku6 kahne ki khwahis ko,hamne bhula diya,bankar baith hai boot yaha,kamjor jo bana diya,texas ke andar se nare ye laga rahe hai,bhrastachar ko rokne ka kasam leke baithe,parh parh kitabo ko ,jalim nai hame nirjib hi bana diya

Facebook ke naukar to ab ham ban gaye hai,dosto ka nam lekar, khwahis dikhate hai,na sachai kam aya,na sharif ban paye,unke galiyo mai lakar,jalim facebook bdnam hame kar diya

Mirja aur galib nai hamse puchch hai,sukrat se lekar whitman baitha hai,ragini ka art mai,khoyi baithi hu,kitab prh prhe hasrat paida kar liya,wo ham se ruthe,jalim nai hamko bewKUF Bna diya

Haribsha ke kabita nai,hamko pukara hai,sarojini naiduko hamne bhula diya,bhupen hajarika nai hamko bula liya,parh parh ke baithe hai unko,jalim nai mujhe ek imarat bana diya

Tendukar ke bating ko dekha,kapil nai comedy mai hamko .mat hi dila diya,soni kurhi ko munda sa bana diya,jalim nai hamko dharti pe lakar paththar se chunwa diya ,bnne chale the insan ,afsoch mitti ka putla bana diya

Chunab aur rajniti mai hamko fasa diya,bnne chale the santaji,shatir hame bna diya,dau pech ko lekar,ibadat hamne kar li,afsoch jalim nai hamko beiman hi bana diya

Kahne ko jheli hamne taklif khub sari,insan se paththaro nai bhi hamko sila diya,brbaad ki aawam nai ,unko jala diya,jalte jalte jalim aagosh mai unko kundan,sona wo ban gaye,jalim nai hamko ulta koyala bula liya

Hello Soni Sir

Hello Soni Sir

Hello Hello
saying
with a smile

with the blessings
of Gurubani
u spread

the speech 
around
like the monk

its you 
and you
with smile

So 
I wanna to say
thanks
thanks
thanks
with lots of smile to you...............

Reality of being

Some one pasted somewhere in facebook that there was fog in Kathmandu in early morning .I tried to explore the fact and found it was a picture which revealed about the climate change. Reading his status I just began to remember him. He is from my locality and his house was near the temple about whom I would like to mention here.

The temple’s name is Baba Bard Goriya, which is associated to Lord Shiva and it consists of historical, economical, geographical, social and religious significance around the locality. It is situated three kilometers away from the highways and many vehicles were there.

 

 There is someone on the yard.You know,the softness of your words, the light eyes remind me those girls, they were beautiful of course, as their whole morning used to go in preparation of being beautiful for many hours and I really enjoyed their being and appreciated the goodness of beings smart girls. But once in a family discussion they opened their mouth that they thought me could not bear their beauty and monetary status they had. It was a humorous joke for me the nature has given the beauty to each its living things and non living things and people feel “I am such a bad creature” trying to revert the law of nature by feeling so.

There was the news of selling daughter for money in Jahagirpuri by her family to earn,I concentrated to the news ,the girl was fifteen ,and got lost somewhere  on the way to Muradabad and the police found her in Sambhal .Poverty is such a disease which eats humanity but it was not due to poverty the parents did so ,it was marketing of poverty to hide your crimes.

The photo in news paper reminded me the different aspects of his personality, I observed he was so handsome, delicate in nature but his innocence has been his weapon to cheat people. I really appreciate of making people fool in the name of cultural values. He was most selfish person in life like his mother who can ruin the life for anyone. His speech, statements, proposals, values on social reformations are spread everywhere and people are still appreciating them .I laugh at the situation how artificiality gets victory in human life, so one can dramatize and hid the reality.

Reflections on silence and speech which you prefer ?

                                                                           







Speech
Needs company
Wants to conquer other
Demands respect
Is self expression
Is mind bound?
Assert ego
Dissipates energy
Is human
Is a flower
Self centered
Great works are inspired by speech
While speaking you are hard by creatures
Receives appreciation



Silence

Needs solitude
Conquer own self
Commands it
Is self experience
Is soul bound?
Do not state ego
Conserve it
Is Devine
Is its fragrance
Makes you god centered
Written in silence
In silence you hear creator
Receives adorations 

Intertextuality

Intertextuality is the central idea in literary theory. Every text has its sense; in attachment to other text and the relation between signs, text and cultural text, the connection between a textbook and the literary system, or the transformative link between one to another wording are the examples of intertextuality. That’s why reading becomes a procedure of moving between different contents. In the same way, meaning turns out to be something which exists between vocabulary, paragraphs and passages and all the texts to which it refers and recounts, by moving out from the independent text into a network of textual relations and then only the same text develops into the intertext for the rest.

 From the ancient time, there has been the use of references.  Greek philosophers like Plato in theory of Imitation, claimed the reproduction as the base of poetry, whereas his disciple Aristotle defined duplication as the necessary aspect of the learning, so both of them believe in the relative nature of the texts. Likewise, Structuralist like Ferdinand Saussure in his theory of Semiology defined relational nature of signifiers and signified while highlighting the significance of this aspect in human world.

          Roland Barthes in his theory of the death of the author discusses about this very notion of intertextuality. For him, work’s intertextuality leads to new textual relations.As a result ,the connotation of the text is not limited to author only that’s why truth and meaning are always plural and relative and their relationality also resist to the earlier notions of originality, uniqueness, singularity and autonomy. His deployment of intertextuality, celebration of plurality and the freedom from the constraint of all readers is characteristically poststructuralist.

 To illustrate,he quotes a line from Balzac’s short story Sarrasine in which we find the description of a ‘catastrophe disguised as a woman’when he says, ‘This was the woman herself, with her sudden fears, her irrational whims, and her instinctive worries’. Balzac depicts the connection between various discourses like the universal wisdom, romantic psychology, literary conventions regarding woman without implementing own authorial voice. This example depicts the presence of the open-endedness, plurality of meaning in any text.  Harold Bloom in this theory of Anxiety of Influence relates father poets and young poets and later theorists like feminist and so, the interconnectedness between the texts and poets of different era is instant of intertextuality.

Feminist Kriesteva writes, a text is permutation of texts, and intertextuality in a space given text, in which several utterances, taken from other texts, intersect, neutralize one another. So ,every text consists double implication, which are inside and outside ,social and historical .For example, Mary Shelly’s The Last Man (1826),contains the sentence, ‘ England ,seated far north in the turbid sea, now visits my dreams in the semblance of a vast and well-manned ship ,which mastered the winds and rude proudly over the waves. ’The sentence depicts the scenario of 19th century’ England where plague may be reason of destruction of England in future, although it is mere an imagination about future, but the above sentence truly represents the then ideology, discourses.

In postmodern era, this concept of intertextuality has been associated with the idea of pastiche, imitation and the mixing of already established styles and practices, such as texts of Shakespeare, Jane Austen. Moreover, painting in contemporary period uses images of classical paintings, and contemporary literature seems more concerned with echoing and playing with previous stories, classic texts and long established genres such as romance and detective story.

Hence, Intertextuality seems such as a valuable term because it foregrounds notions of relationally, interconnectedness and interdependence in modern cultural life. In the postmodern epoch, theorists claim, it is not possible any longer to speak of originality or the uniqueness of the artistic object, be it a painting or a novel, since uniqueness of the artistic object, be it a painting or a novel, since every artistic object is so clearly assembled from bits and pieces of every already existent art. Intertextuality, as a term, stands at the centre of such cotemporary conceptions of art and cultural productions generally.

Although there are variety of definitions of intertextuality,but the very tem tell again same thing that all texts are open-ended, reversible, and consists various polar of meanings, ideologies, voices .Even the articles in newspapers ,websites, programs run in various channels, and other advertisements are the examples of intertext because they are associated to each other due to same system of every language, which is basically arbitrary.

To conclude, intertextuality is the major concern in the field of literary theory and its significance cannot be ignored even in new wording.

sadness is...........

Invitation
to meet you
are useless

are you 
Serious
Dear

No way 
it was 
just joke

Your appeals
through eyes
cannot be
forgotten dear.

Your calls
are really
wonderful
dear

Walking beside
the street
I just
think of you

Shhhhhhhhhhh........
...........................
The sounds struck
my ears

Is it your
breath dear
or invitation

Playing with
memories
the dazzling
image hurts me

And I just
close
the eyes
and try
to disappear.

Me

My love

my heart
where are you

Me here 
standing 
beside
you

You are 
there sleeping
on the bed

Here I am
your
Mama

Asking you
the
question
baby

Do you
love me
Sam
my darling

Do u know
smiles
cure
the heart

and your
smile
stands above
all

See
there in
pond

the ducklings
are quacking
and plays with water

and Sitting beside
them
just
miss you.

its Kathmandu
I am at home

and Dear Sam
Your presence
makes me
feel wonderful.

lover

With your smile
i fell in love
your sizzling eyes 
catches my heart 
i request flower 
to spray the scent upon 
your hair
i request air
to touch smoothly 
its just because 
i love you
though i am loaded train
i wanna to run
feel the sky
upon me and just want to love you

you are my sweet sweet lover

Mama

My love
my heart
where are you

Me here 
standing 
beside
you

You are 

there sleeping
on the bed

Here I am
your
Mama

Asking you
the
question
baby

Do you
love me
Sam
my darling

Do u know
smiles
cure
the heart

and your
smile
stands above
all

See
there in
pond

the ducklings
are quacking
and plays with water

and Sitting beside
them
just
miss you.

its Kathmandu
I am at home

and Dear Sam
Your presence
makes me
feel wonderful.

dear

Invitation
to meet you
are useless

are you 
Serious
Dear

No way 
it was 
just joke

Your appeals
through eyes
cannot be
forgotten dear.

Your calls
are really
wonderful
dear

Walking beside
the street
I just
think of you

Shhhhhhhhhhh........
...........................
The sounds struck
my ears

Is it your
breath dear
or invitation

Playing with
memories
the dazzling
image hurts me

And I just
close
the eyes
and try
to disappear.

Do you know ?

                                               


The flowers and butterflies
could not color you
they remain untouched and unwanted
here with me
there with you
they are not mere flowers dear
they are the indications
of love
of pain
of struggle
of lovers
of humanity which gets bloomed between the throns
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The desires to be far
in search of peace dear
remain untouced and unwanted
here with me
there with you
they are not lucks only
they are your time-shadows
of patience
of calmness
of confidence
of reality


Be real winner dear
because they are yours only
hopes are there within you
time never cheats you dear
the optimism lies in you
the reason of delay prevails there
until you try to calm down


You are winner
you are hero
you are superb
just because you wait
just because you like
positiveness is there
standing behind you.
trying to reach you soon.