Alternative Voice

Here they came In a mission In search of a ‘right’ man. I proposed them the tallest of men; Very moment, they shrunk down to Liliputs    themselves, And, out of fear, they outright rejected the Guliver. Then I proposed them the shortest of men, This time, they themselves swelled as big as the Guliver Out of scorn, they again rejected this poor Liliput. Finally, I asked them who they really wanted: “Tallest of the dwarfs.” they humbly answered.

Twenty years ago in her prime she began her career typing the decree of her boss. In between she has typed a bulk of appointments and, scores of promotions. Every stroke on the type-machine, she never realized, was the counting of her own days. By now she has served enough and today, somebody else is typing for her a retirement letter. 

(Everything seems to be a drama. Most of the people in the habitation wear masks. Probably there is a festival in the village and people have queued themselves in the local mart to buy masks for themselves. There are both local masks and imported masks available and they are rated different in price. The price of the mask depends upon the intensity of fear and terror that they arouse in the hearts of the buyers. But nobody knows what is in the mind of the sellers who themselves wear masks and sell the masks.) Masked Person 1 : (in a way to attract the attention of people around) I represent the continuous history of the mask. I had my own history but it no more exists. I am so possessed by the mask that now I only live the history of the mask.             (At a distance, there are people who have not worn masks. The majority of the people with masks are vigilantly watching those unmasked people with awe and wonder. It seems that people are a bit confused about how those pe

यो सहरको आफ्नो छुट्टै अनुहार छैन . अनगिन्ती थान फरक अनुहारह रु   पोतिँदै जाँदा प्रत्येक पल्ट यो सहर नयाँ अनुहार फेर्दै जान्छ ।  यो सहरको आफ्नो छुट्टै सपना छैन, सहरमा पोतिएका बेग्ला बेग्लै अनुहारह रु ले बुनेका भिन्दा भिन्दै सपनाह रु  सँगालिएर प्रत्येकपल्ट यो सहरको नयाँ सपनाकल्प बन्दै जान्छ । सहरभित्र अनुहारह रु को भिडमा जीवनको चक्र धान्नकै निम्ति घुच्चिँदाघुच्चिँदै सोहोरिएर मलिन भएका अनुहारह रु एक बाजी कहीँ कतै हिँड्दाहिँड्दै सपनामै सम्भावनाको सानो झिल्को माबै देखियो भने पनि त्यसलाई जीवनको उपलब्धि मानेर एक्लै, आँफै खुशी मनाउँदै विर्सन खोजेर पनि वाध्यताले, विवशताले सम्झनु परेका ठेगाना पहिल्याउने उत्साह बटुल्छन् । जब दिन ढल्किन्छ अनुहारह रु को चाङबाट एक थान अनुहार रङ्ग पोतेर पनि रङ्गहीन अध्याँरो चिसो कोठाभित्र सुटुक्क छिर्छ । तर भित्र छिर्नासाथ कोठाका भित्ताभरि एक हूल सपनाह रु को ताँती देख्छ ऊ– गर्भमा हुर्कँदै गरेका सपनाह रु , अन्योलग्रस्त भविश्यका कारण चिन्ताले पहेंलिएका सपनाह रु , मृत्यु भइसकेर मलामी पर्खिरहेका सपनाह रु , र केही अनुहारमा अवतर

During the prayer to God I said, ‘I have nothing to offer but my dreams.’ God was not assured. Hundreds of devotees queue up everyday at least with a basket of flowers, a few incense sticks, and a coin or two. I saw no reason why God should be unhappy with me, and with them all. To God, I said again, ‘I have nothing to offer but my faith.’

छायाँ आफैं एउटा सत्य हो, र फरक सत्यको प्रतिबिम्ब पनि । जीवनको लिङ्गो आफैं छायाँमय छ –मच्चिन्छ –थच्चिन्छ र, निवृत्त हुन्छ छायाँकाशबाट । त्यतिन्जेल हामी भ्रम हुर्काइरहेका हुन्छौँ छायाँमा  ÷  प्रतिछायाँमा । सपना।संवाद सत्यसँग असत्यको चेष्टासहित ÷   चेष्टारहित । त्यहाँ यथार्थको मानक पनि छायाँ हुन्छ भ्रमको मानक पनि छायाँ हुन्छ .

That’s the morgue of the hospital and, he lies dead there. Adjacent to the Morgue is a Maternity Ward­— the place where he was born some fifty-two years ago. Earlier, the doctors inappropriately cut his mother dead to bring him into life through a successful caesarean. Now, they are carefully dissecting his body for a successful post-mortem to tell the reason how he died. Even after the successful caesarean and the post-mortem, But his medical reports never tell Was his life successful? Or, is his death meaningful? 

न कविता लेख्न सजिलो छ न त्यसका बारेमा टिप्पणी लेख्न । उत्सर्जित समय कविता सङ्ग्रहको पाण्डुलिपिको विद्युतप्रति इमेलबाट प्राप्त गरेको धेरैदिनसम्म म एकप्रकारको असजिलोमा परेर अल्मलिएँ । कवितामाथि केही लेख्नु भन्ने आग्रह थियो । तर लेख्ने के <  प्रकाशनको शुभकामना <  तर त्यसका लागि पद प्रतिष्ठाका हिसाबले अ रु  नै कोही पात्र उपयुक्त हुनेछ । समालोचना लेखौ < श्रद्घाञ्जलीको रुपमा प्रकाशित हुन लागेको कृति यसका लागि उपयुक्त अवसर होइन कि भन्ने सोचेँ। त्यसैले अन्तिममा कवितामाथि आफ्नै नीजि भावना लेख्ने विचार गरेँ­­— टिप्पणीका  रु पमा । त्यसपछि मैले कविताह रु  पढेँ । लामो समय राजनीतिमा सक्रिय भएका स्वर्गीय शिवप्रसाद अर्यालले आफ्नो जीवनकालमा रचना गरेका चौवालिसवटा कविताहरुको सङ्ग्रह उत्सर्जित समय चेतना र अनुभूतिको सरल अभिव्यक्ति हो भन्ने मलाई लाग्यो । सङ्ग्रहमा परेका कविताहरm पढ्दा मलाई लाग्यो हामीले भोगेको समयको काव्यिक दस्तावेज हो यो सङ्ग्रह । मलाई लागिरहेथ्यो जुन अभाव र गरिबी हामीले अनुभव गर्यौँ, जुन भय र त्रासमा हामी बाँच्यौँ, जुन अन्योल र अनिश्चयताको हामी साक्षी भयौँ, जुन अव्यवस्था र वि

Published in The Kathmandu Post http://www.ekantipur.com/the-kathmandu-post/2012/05/15/oped/puppet-and-master/234919.html MAY 15 -  Self-determination has been a topic of discourse since the emergence of the nation state in Europe. Demands for autonomy and self-government grew to counter the assimilation policies of the Austro-Hungarian, German, Russian, and Ottoman empires. Demands for local independence also increased. Self-determination was considered a form of collective assertion of the people against different forms of colonial domination. Consequently, the invocation of self-determination was considered to be a political tool—a means to justify overthrowing an alien governing power. As a sign of the end of the First World War, the Peace Treaties were designed to punish the defeated state and redraw the map of Europe in such a way that defeated states were carved out to create new ones. Self-determination was employed as a tool to break up the old empires. President

I lay on a bed and, dream of a caterpillar. The caterpillar stops a while, Dreams of a leaf and resumes! I lay, while the caterpillar soothes me, Crawls upon and excites me with its innumerable hands and feet to love. Belly upon the belly, Caterpillar and me- Intoxicated, Live a complete dream. The caterpillar- Touches me, Gets aroused, Squeezes and sucks me, And, transforms itself into a butterfly. I, too, dream, Get excited with the touches, Surrender to be eaten up, But, is left with a mystic of life Only to dream and wonder: If the butterfly is my love, my ultimate dreams?

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