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यहाँ पाँच तरिका छन्। यिनलाई व्यवहारमा उतारे देश विकासमा योगदान पुग्छ। यसलाई अप्ठेरो रुपमा लिनु जरुरी छैन, यी सरल र सहज सुझावहरु हुन् जसलाई प्रयोग गर्दा रमाइलो त भइहाल्छ साथसाथै एउटा समृद्ध नेपालको विश्वव्यापी पहिचान र बहुलबादको सँस्कारलाई समेत बढावा दिन्छ।
१. नेपाललाई चिनाउने : हामी यति धनी हुँदा हुँदै पनि हाम्रा यहाँका अतुलनीय विशेषता र मनोरमबारे विश्वलाई थाहा छैन। थोरैलाई मात्र थाहा छ । सगरमाथा त चीनमा होइन? भन्ने प्रश्न विदेशमा रहेका साथीभाइले बेलाबेलामा भोग्ने गरेका छन्। इन्टरनेटमा नेपालको बारेमा लेखेर यहाँका विविधता र विशेषताका बारेमा सूचना प्रवाह गरेरे हामी हाम्रोबारे विश्वलाई थाहा दिन सक्छौं जसले गर्दा पर्यटन उद्योग बढ्न सक्छ। पर्यटन हाम्रो जस्तो देशको लागि सबैभन्दा गज्जबको उद्योग हो।
नेपाललाई चिनाउन इन्टरनेटमा के गर्ने त ? विकिपीडिया भनिने विश्व कोषमा जो सुकैले पनि नयाँ जानकारी थप्न र विद्यमान सूचनालाई सम्पादन गर्न सक्छ। यो धेरै मानिसले इन्टरेनटबाट जानकारी लिन प्रयोग गर्ने वेबसाइट हो। यस वेबसाइटमा गर्भाधान कसरी हुन्छ भन्ने देखि ओबामाको जन्मथलोसम्बन्धी विवाद, सुगौली सन्धीदेखि माओवादी विद्रोह, आइन्स्टाइनको e=mc2 देखि कोलम्बिया डिजास्टरसम्म, हरेको विषयको विस्तृत र व्यवस्थित जानकारी राखिएको छ। एक मुनाफारहित संस्थाले खोलेको यो साइट जति चलाउँदा पनि पैसा लाग्दैन। यही साइटमा नेपालसम्बन्धी प्रमुख घटना र विशेषताका बारेमा पनि सूचना त छन्, तर अधिकांश छोटा र अस्पष्ट छन्। त्यहाँ राखिएका जानकारी हामीले पनि सम्पादन गर्न पाउँछौं। अनुभवका आधारमा पनि कतिपय कुराको बढी जानकारी तपाईं हामीसँग छ।
त्यसैले नेपालसम्बन्धी विकिपिडियाका जानकारीहरु सम्पादन गरौं। विशेषगरी क्याम्पस पढ्ने युवा यसमा सहभागी हुन सक्छन्। अर्को कुरा, विकिपेडियामा हामी नयाँ सूचना पनि थप्न सक्छौं। जे सुकैको बारेमा लेखौं, आफू बस्ने ठाउँको बारेमा। कुनै नेताको बारेमा। समाजसेवीको बारेमा। यस्तो कुरा लेखौं जुन कुरा पढ्न अरुलाई चासो लागोस्। यसरी हामी नेपालका साना साना जानकारी पनि विश्वलाई थाहा दिन सक्छौं र नेपाललाई चिनाउन सक्छौं।
यसमै अर्को कुरा थप्न मन लाग्यो, नेपालका कलाकार, संगीतकर्मी लगायतका सेलिब्रिटीहरुमध्ये थोरैको मात्र पर्सनल वेबसाइट छ। कला र मनोरन्जन उद्योगमा बोल्डनेस बढाउने हो भने आजै इन्टरनेटलाई पकडौं । आजकल वेबसाइट खोल्नु ठूलो कुरै होइन।
२. रेमिटेन्स भित्य्राउने : तपालाई थाहा छ, इन्टरनरेट चलाएर डलर पनि भित्य्राउन सकिन्छ। सबैभन्दा पहिला लेख्ने बानी बसालौं। लेख्ननेहरुले पनि आफ्ना रचना इन्टरनेटमा राखौं। दुनियाँलाई देखाऔं । यसको लागि ब्लग प्रयोग गर्नु राम्रो। ब्लग लेख्दै पैसा कमाउन चाहिँ गुगलको एडसेन्स सेवा प्रयोग गर्न सकिन्छ। गुगलको विज्ञापन तपाईंको साइटमा राखिन्छ। साइट भिजिट गर्नेले ती विज्ञापनमा जति धेरै क्लिक गर्छन् त्यति नै पैसा कमाइन्छ। तपाईंको खातामा कम्तिमा सय डलर पुगे पछि तपाईं पैसा मगाउन सक्नुहुन्छ। तपाईंको ठेगानामा चेक आइपुग्छ। क्रेडिट कार्ड छ भने पे पालको प्रयोग गरी सिधै आफ्नो खातामा पैसा पाउनु हुनेछ। त्यसैले ब्लग गरौं। सके अंग्रेजीमा नसके नेपालीमा। नेपाली ब्लग पनि धेरैले पढ्छन्। तर राम्रा कन्टेन्ट हुनु पर्यो। आफ्नो जीवनचर्या देखि राजनीतिक विषय बस्तुका बारेमा ब्लग गर्न सकिन्छ। मन लागेको कुरा लेख्ने हो, चाहे हाइकु लेख्नुस् वा आणविक निसश्त्रीकरणबारे लेख्नुस्। तर मेरो व्यक्तिगत अनुभवमा व्यवसायिक र पैसा कमाउने उदेश्यले चलाउने हो भने अलि बढि बिक्ने विषय सोच्नु पर्छ। नबिक्ने विषयलाई पनि बिकाउन सक्नु पर्छ। इन्टरनेट एउटा बजार हो। जहाँ फुटपाथका पसल पनि छन्,ठूला मल पनि छन् । अब ब्लग गर्न चाहिँ गुगलकै ब्लगर सेवा लिन सुझाव दिन्छु म। यसमा एडसेन्स विज्ञापन निकै सजिलै राख्न सकिन्छ, जसको लागि तपाईंलाई कुनै प्राविधिक कुरा जान्नु पर्दैन। अनि यो ब्लग तपाईंको जिमेल एड्रेसबाट नै साइन इन गरेर चलाउन सकिन्छ। ब्लगमा मोड्युल र साइडबार पनि सजिलै राख्न सकिन्छ। एडसेन्स र ब्लगर दुबै सेवा प्रयोग गर्न एक पैसा पनि तिर्नु पर्दैन।
लेखकले मात्र होइन, अन्य क्षमता र प्रतिभा भएकाले पनि ब्लग गर्न सक्छन्, अडियो, भिडियो, तस्बिर जे राखेर ब्लग गर्दा पनि हुन्छ ।
३. सरकारी निकायले ट्वीट गर्ने : सार्वजनिक चासोका विषयमा सरकारले जनतालाई सही सूचना दिनुपर्छ। प्रजातन्त्रमा पारदर्शीता हुन्छ। संचार माध्यमलाई नियमित वक्तव्य पठाइरहने सेना, प्रहरी,मन्त्रालय, आदिले ट्वीटर प्रयोग गर्नु पर्छ । ट्वीटर छिटो छरितो मात्र होइन प्रभावकारी पनि हुन् सक्छ । ट्वीटरमा सर्वसाधारणले पहिलो च्यानलबाटै सूचना पाउने भएकाले रेडियो टेलिभिजनका अस्पष्ट र अपुष्ट खबर सुनेर जनता विचलित हुनु पर्दैन । यति मात्र होइन परम्परागत फ्याक्सको प्रयोग कम गर्न सके वातावरणलाई पनि सहयोग पुग्छ । ट्वीटरको प्रयोगले सरकारी निकायका प्रवक्ताहरु सरोकारवालाहरुको पटक पटक फोन उठाउनु पर्ने हैरानीबाट पनि मुक्त हुनेछन् । यसले समय पनि जोगाउँछ । बेलायतमा हालै सरकारी कर्मचारीलाई ट्वीट गर्न निर्देशन दिइएको थियो । नेपालमा संविधान निर्माणका बेला भएकाले सभासद्हरुले पनि ट्वीटर प्रयोग गर्नु पर्छ । संविधानमा समावेश हुने मुद्धाहरुका बारेमा इन्टरनेटमै ब्यापक बहस र छलफल चलाउन सकिन्छ ।
४. गुड गभर्नेन्स = इ गभर्नेन्स : म त्यो दिन निकै खुसि हुनेछु, जुन दिन मैले मेरो मोटरसाइकलको कर इन्टरनेटमार्फत मेरो खाताबाट सोझै सरकारलाई तिर्न सक्नेछु । घन्टौं लाइनमा बस्नु पर्ने र दलालसँग मोलमलाइ गर्नु पर्ने झन्झटबाट मुक्ति पाउने छु । इन्टरनेटबाटै फारम भरेर हामीले जन्मदर्ता, बसाइ सराइ, विवाह दर्ता गर्न सकौं । मध्यमवर्गीय शहरीया जनसंख्या निकै ब्यस्त हुँदैछ । यो समूहले अनावश्यक झन्झटमा खर्च गर्ने समय जोगाउन सकियो भने अन्य उत्पादनशील काम गर्न सकिन्छ । बेलायतमा माइ सोसाइटी भनिने एउटा संस्था छ । यसले लोकतन्त्रलाई सहयोग गर्ने थुप्रै साइटहरु संचालन गर्छ । माइसोसाइटीको वेबसाइट मार्फत २ लाख जनताले आफ्ना सांसदहरुलाई पत्र लेखीसकेका छन् । जनताको गुनासाका आधारमा १९ हजार समस्याहरु समाधान गरिएको छ । सरकारलाई दबाब दिन यसै साइटमार्फत १ करोड भन्दा बढि हस्ताक्षर संकलन भएको छ । यहाँ पनि यस्तै प्रभावकारी ढंगले नीति निर्मातालाई दबाब दिन सकिन्छ । प्रधानमन्त्रीको कार्यालय र सबै मन्त्रालयहरुले आफ्ना वेबसाइट नियमित अपडेट गर्नु पर्यो । यस्ता वेबसाइटबाटै विभिन्न मुद्धामा जनताका राय सुझाव पनि लिन सकिन्छ ।
५. गाउँ गाउँमा इन्टरनेट : इन्टरनेट विलासिता होइन, आवश्यकता हो । इन्टरनेटमा बहुसंख्यक जनताको पहुँच पुर्याउन अभियान थाल्नु पर्यो । यसको सुरुवात नगर क्षेत्रका विद्यालयहरुबाट गर्न सकिन्छ । सार्वजनिक पुस्तकालयहरुमा पनि निशुल्क अथवा सस्तोमा इन्टरनेट चलाउने व्यवस्था हुनु पर्यो । गाउँमा शिक्षक नभएका विद्यालयमा इन्टरनेट पुर्याउन सकियो भने सेन्ट जेभियर्समा पढाउने शिक्षकले जाजरकोटको दुर्गम विद्यालयमा भिडियो कन्फरेन्सबाट पढाउन सक्छ । स्थानीय उत्पादनलाई सोझै बिक्री गर्न सकिन्छ ।
र अन्त्यमा, इन्टरनेटको प्रयोग बढ्दा प्रविधि क्षेत्रमा रोजगारी बढ्छ । नयाँ रोजगारी सिर्जना हुन्छ । नेपाली सफ्टवेयर उद्योगलाई प्रोत्साहन मिल्छ । ठूला विदेशी लगानी भित्रिन सक्छन् । के था, गुगल र माइक्रोसफ्टका क्षेत्रीय कार्यालय खुल्न पनि सक्छन् । तर सबैभन्दा पहिले इन्टरनेटको प्रयोग नै बढाउनु जरुरी छ । एशियाका अन्य मुलुकको अवस्था हेर्दा जुन मुलुकमा इन्टरनेट प्रयोगकर्ता बढ्दैछन्, ती मुलुकमा आर्थिक वृद्धि दर पनि तीव्र रहेको छ ।
इन्टरनेट एउटा यस्तो भर्चुअल दुनियाँ हो जसले अर्थतन्त्रलाई बलियो रुपमा सघाउन सक्छ । यहाँ लगानी र ठूला कुराको भन्दा पनि मोबिलाइजेशन जरुरी छ । एउटा संस्कार जरुरी छ ।
प्रश्नै प्रश्नको यो दुनियाँमा उत्तर चाहिँ गुगलसँग छ तर विशाल सूचनाको भण्डार गुगलको भरपुर फाइदा लिन केही तरिका भने जान्नै पर्छ ।
वेब सर्चको लागि गुगल प्रयोग गर्ने संसारका कूल इन्टरनेट प्रयोगकर्ताको ८० प्रतिशतमा तपाईं पनि पर्नु हुन्छ होला । त्यसो भए तपाईंले गुगलमा धेरै जसो के खोज्नु हुन्छ ? सूचनाको विशाल डाटावेश बोकेको गुगलको सर्भरबाट तपाईंले अत्याधिक फाइदा लिनु भएको छ त? हामीमध्ये कतिलाई त गुगलबाट के के समेत खोज्न सकिन्छ, अनि सही सर्च रिजल्टका लागि कसरी सर्च गर्ने भन्ने टीप्स एण्ड ट्रीक्स थाहा नहुन पनि सक्छ । आउनुहोस् आज हामी गुगलमा केही रमाइला अनि केही ज्ञानबर्द्धक सर्च गरौं।
१. कुन शहरमा कति बज्यो : गुगल सर्चमा एउटा उपयोगी फिचर छ । गुगलको सर्च बक्समा time टाइप गरेर शहरको नाम टाइप गर्यो भने त्यो शहरमा अहिले कति बज्यो भनेर थाहा पाउन सकिन्छ । जस्तै मलाई यतिखेर टर्कीको इस्तानबुलमा कति बज्यो भनेर थाहा पाउन मन लाग्यो । म गुगलको सर्च बक्समा time Istanbul टाइप गरेर इन्टर हान्छु । गुगलले मलाई इस्तानबुलको अहिलेको समय यसरी देखाइदिन्छ :
यसैगरी इस्तानबुलको ठाउँमा अन्य शहरको नाम हालेर तपाईं पनि ट्राइ गर्नुस् । काठमाडौंकै हेर्दा पनि हुन्छ । अब संसारको कुनै पनि शहरको समय थाहा पाउनु तपाईंले टाइम डिफरेन्सलाई जोड घटाउ गरिरहन परेन । न त कुनै सफ्टवेयर नै चाहियो ।
२. क्याल्कुलेटर : इन्टरनेटमा बस्दा बस्दै दिमागले गर्न नसक्ने तर सामान्य हिसाबकिताब गर्नु पर्यो भने पनि गुगललाई नै सम्झनुस् । जस्तो मलाई ६ सय १ को ३३ प्रतिशत कति हुन्छ भनेर थाहा पाउन मन लाग्यो । गुगलमा जाने, सर्च बक्समा टाइप गर्ने 33% of 601 । गुगलको इन्जिनले तत्काल हिसाब गरेर नतिजा दिन्छ ।
यी बाहेक गुगलमा तपाईं गणितका जोड (+), घटाउ (-), गुणा (*), भाग (/) प्रयोग गरेर सामान्य क्याल्कुलेशन गर्न सक्नु हुन्छ ।
गुगलकै प्रयोग गरी तपाईं तौल, वजन, लम्बाइ जस्ता मापनहरुको एकाइको पनि ज्ञान लिन सक्नु हुन्छ । मलाइ मेरो उचाई फिटमा थाहा छ तर मिटरमा थाहा छैन । मलाई मिटरमा थाहा पाउन मन लाग्यो भने अल्मलिनु पर्दैन । गुगलको सर्च बक्समा गएर 5.8 feet in meter टाइप गरेपछि गुगलले नै हिसाब गरेर मेरो उचाइ मिटरमा देखाइदिन्छ । यसरी :
यसैगरी तपाईं औंसमा कति ग्राम हुन्छ (ounce in gram), निश्चित माइलमा कति किलोमिटर हुन्छ (250 miles in kilometer)जस्ता धेरै कुरा गुगलको सर्च बक्समा टाइप गरेर इन्टर हानेकै भरमा थाहा पाउन सक्नु हुन्छ ।
३. मौसम : अहिले काठमाडौंको तापक्रम कति छ ? भोलि घाम लाग्ला कि बादल ? अब मौसमसम्बन्धी भरपर्दो जानकारीका लागि अन्त कतै धाउनु पर्दैन । यसको समाधान पनि गुगलमै छ । गुगलमा जाने र सर्च बक्समा weather टाइप गरेर शहरको नाम हान्ने । आउनुस् काठमाडौंकै मौसम हेरौं । weather kathmandu गुगल गर्दा यस्तो नतिजा आउँदो रहेछ । तापक्रम, हावाको गति, आद्रता मात्र होइन आउँदा ३ दिनका मौसम भविष्यवाणी समेत गुगलले सबैभन्दा माथि नै सचित्र देखाइदिन्छ ।
थुप्रै वेबसाइटको पेज भिजिट गरी गरी थाहा पाउनु पर्ने सूचनाहरु गुगलको एउटा सानो सर्च बक्सले एउटै पेजमा केही समयमा नै देखाइदिन्छ । काठमाडौंको मौसम त देखाउन त गुगललाई शुन्य दशमलव २३ सेकेण्ड मात्र लाग्यो रे । सूचना खोज्ने यो भन्दा सही र छिटो तरिका अरु केही होला त ।
४. शब्दकोष अर्थात डिक्स्नरि : काम गर्दा होस् या गफ गर्दा अंग्रेजी नभई हुन्न । हाम्रो दोस्रो भाषा अंग्रेजीका थुप्रै शब्दको अर्थ हामीलाई थाहा छैन । यसको लागि चाहिन्छ डिक्स्नरी । व्यक्तिगत कुरा गर्दा मेरो टेबलमा डिक्स्नरी पनि छैन, न त कम्प्युटरमा कुनै डिक्स्नरीको सफ्टवेयर नै छ । न त म कुनै अन्य अनलाइन डिक्स्नरीमा शब्दको अर्थ खोज्छु । म त अंग्रेजी शब्दको अर्थ हेर्न गुगल प्रयोग गर्छु । गुगलको सर्च बक्समा जाने define टाइप गरेर दुईटा थोप्लो (: कोलोन) हान्ने र अर्थ खोज्नु पर्ने शब्द टाइप गर्ने । गुगलले उक्त शब्दको अर्थ थुप्रै डिक्स्नरीबाट खोजेर एउटै पेजमा देखाइदिन्छ । जस्तै मैले गुगलमा define:military सर्च गर्दा यस्तो रिजल्ट आयो :
५. आफ्नै नाम : गुगलमा आफ्नै नाम सर्च गर्दा पनि रमाइलो हुन्छ । फाइदा पनि छन् । पब्लिसिटी र प्राइभेसी । यी दुबै कुरामा तपाईंको रेटिङ कस्तो रहेछ भन्ने थाहा पाउन आफ्नै नाम गुगल गर्ने । तपाईं फाट्टफुट् ब्लगिङ गर्नुहुन्छ, सोसल नेटवर्किङ मन पराउनु हुन्छ, तपाईंका खुबी र क्षमताका प्रचार र पहिचानमा ध्यान दिनुहुन्छ भने एकपटक आफ्नै नाम हानेर सर्च ठोक्नुस् । तपाईंका नाम जोडिएका कन्टेन्टहरुको मजा लिनुस् । थाहा पाउनुस् तपाईं इन्टरनेट संसारमा कत्तिको पपुलर हुनुहुन्छ ।
अब प्राइभेसीको कुरा तपाईंलाई आफ्नो अनावश्यक चर्चा मन पर्दैन, गोप्य जीवन मन पराउनु हुन्छ भने तपाईंले आफ्नो गोपनीयता कुन हद सम्म कायम छ भनेर थाहा पाउनु आफ्नै नाम गुगल गर्न सक्नु हुन्छ । यदि तपाईंको इच्छा बिपरित तपाईंका व्यक्तिगत जानकारी, इमेल ठेगाना, फोन नम्बर र तस्बिरहरु कहिँ कतै सार्वजनिक भएका छन् भने तपाईं त्यसलाई हटाउने बाटो अपनाउन सक्नुहुन्छ । त्यसैले गुगलमा आफ्नै नाम सर्च गर्दा रमाइलो पनि हुन्छ फाइदा पनि हुन्छ ।
र अन्त्यमा... माइक्रोसफ्ट, याहु, गुगल, या अन्य कुनै बहुराष्ट्रिय कम्पनीमा कुनै दिन जागिरको लागि अन्तर्वार्ता दिन जाँदा तपाईं सामू कठीन प्रश्न सोधियो भने तपाईं आत्तिनु पर्दैन र त्यसको उत्तर आउँदैन समेत नभन्नुस् । बरु निर्धक्क भएर भन्नुहोस्, ‘आइ क्यान गुगल द्याट (म त्यसबारे गुगल गर्न सक्छु) । मलाई लाग्छ परिवर्तित विश्वका ह्युमन रिसोर्सेज म्यानेजरहरुलाई यो जवाफ चित्त बुझ्नेछ ।
A day off from office, I am fighting with the lazy day in my flat outside the ring road. Ring road is a 20 miles long road that surrounds this crowded city. It has also helped the expansion of the crowd of the city. Ring road has been a status symbol for the neo urban people of this city. So where do you live? Somebody would ask me. I would say sukedhara….hmm what dhara? Is it inside or outside ring road? People inside the ring road think there is no Kathmandu outside ring road. New people who want to settle in kathmandu or want to begin their business prefer to be not far from ring road,
In recent years the real estate business in Kathmandu has taken it’s being in unprecedented way…..I will continue later.
I am starting this note again nearly after 5 hours. It is the last week of February. It started raining all of sudden. There is this roof of tin over the ladder of this house. And the rain fall on the tin is creating a loud music of drum. Well, just before i started writing this i was standing at the door, watching a plane in the middle of the cloud. The angle and rotation of this small domestic airline hinted me that it was about to land on the runway, which is not so far from this place. I was wondering how pilot would tackle the rain and all other challenging weather.
To be honest, I have many times thought about seeing a plane crashing down live. That’s why i watch each and every planes in the sky when i hear it’s sound. I have a big interest in airplanes since my childhood, so my small brother had.
I think, I was in grade five or six and my brother was three years younger than me. In my hometown, about 30 miles south of Kathmandu, we rarely saw airplanes. In a fine weather, we used to see small images of aircraft flying very high on the sky. We, along with other children if my age would run on the street, watching over the sky and saying ‘airplane…..airplane’
My small brother always used to ask me a question, ‘dai, how does airplane fly?’ poor me, i had no answer. In our government school we were taught abcd at the fourth grade, how could i know how does an airplane fly? We did not have google at that time, we did not have television at that time, the only media we did have access to was radio Nepal, on which i remember i only used to listen patriotic songs and news.
But the question of my brother was not going to stop. Whenevr we saw airplane in the sky, he started asking the same question, ‘how does airplane fly’.
Later, i started to cook my own answer. I used to tell him that, inside a airplane there is a big gear kind of thing, when the pilot takes the gear forward, the plane goes forward,, when the pilot pulls the gear upward the plane comes up and so on…..thank god my brother never asked what happens to the plane when the gear is pulled back.
My random how does stuff work proved somehow to be true, i kinda knew later in my life, how does airplane work.
1. I never use paid Antivirus: It’s not because that I can not afford them. But because I do not trust them. I believe free antivirus softwares are as powerful as the paid ones. Currently I am using Microsoft security essentials for my not “Genuine” windows 7 PC.
2. I never safely remove hardware: I do not go to the task bar, click a small removable disk icon over there and eject it safely. Or Some people do it more longer way, they double click it and they see a list of devices and they click stop working or something like that. But I just remove the device like pen drive and my camera or memory card. I don’t know why I preferred this method, but I am always in hurry.
3. I rarely shutdown my computer properly. I just press the power button or remove the main power supple when I don’t want to use my computer anymore.
“मलाई भ्वाइलिन बजाउन मन लाग्छ। अनि प्यानो पनि बजाउन मन लाग्छ। अरु केही पनि गर्न मन लाग्दैन। मात्रै प्यानो र भ्वाइलिन बजाउन। प्यानो र भ्वाइलिन मेरा सबैभन्दा मिल्ने साथी हुन्।”
“तिमीले नेपालको बारेमा सुनेकी छ्यौ ?”
“अँ सुनेको छु। नेपाल गरिब देश हो। अनि ……….।”
“अनि के ?”
“मैले त्यहाँको मानिसहरुलाई सहयोग गर्न खोजेकी थिएँ। तर ……..।”
“तर के ?”
“मैले त्यहाँका मानिसहरुलाई लाउनको लागि केही पुरानो लुगाहरु जुटाउन खोजेको थिएँ। तर ……..।”
“तर के ?”
“तर मेरो स्कूलले मलाई सहयोग नगरेको कारण मेरो इच्छा पुरा हुन पाएन। ”
“किनकि म गणितमा एकदम कमजोर छु। म मुस्किलले यो विषयमा पास हुन्छु। मैले यो विषयमा सँधै तृतिय श्रेणी पाउन्छु। ज्यादै दुःख लाग्छ। अहँ म असल छुइनँ। मलाई असल नभन्नोस् ”
“अहो कस्तो हाँसो उठ्दो कस्तो रमाइलो ?” म आवाज निकालेर हाँस्छु। म उसको कुरा सुनेर ऊ प्रति हाँसेको भन्ने त उसले थाहा पाई। तर मैले बोलेको शब्द भने उसले नबुझेको भान हुन्थ्यो।
“ए साँच्चि तिमी कति वर्षकी भयौ रे ?”
उसले नहिच्किचाइकन भनी ” म १४ वर्षको। यो डिसेम्बरमा १४ लागेँ। ”
मैले पनि हत्त न पत्त भनेँ “म १९ वर्षको, अब एक महिना पछि २० लाग्दैछु। ”
उसले वास्ता नै गरिन। मैले बुझ्न पनि सकिनँ। मैले फेरि उसलाई मेरो उमेर सोधेँ भने उसले भन्न सक्छे कि सक्दिन।
मैले फेरि कुरा लम्ब्याउने उद्देश्यले भने ? ” ओहो साह्रै असल। हाम्रो देशका चौध वर्षका केटाकेटीहरु त तिमीले जति सोच्छ्यौ त्यसको एक चौथाइ पनि सोच्ने सामर्थ्य राख्दैनन्। अझ तिमी त बालिका। हाम्रा छोरीहरु त झन् छोरा भन्दा कमजोर हुन्छन्। ”
उसले मेरो कुरा बीचमै काटेर सोधी ” किन ?”
उसले मबाट लामो उत्तरको अपेक्षा गरेकी हुनुपर्छ तर मैले छोटो जवाफ दिएँ “खोई ”
मेरो उत्तर दिने पाराप्रति उसलाई रिस उठेको जस्तो देखिन्थ्यो। ऊ त्यसपछि चुप लागी। मैले नै कुरा अगाडि बढाएँ।
“त्यसैले त म भन्दैछु, तिमीहरु असल हुन्छौ। मिहेनती हुन्छौ।”
उसले फेरि हत्त न पत्त जवाफ दिई – “अहँ म छैन। किनकि म गणितमा कमजोर छु। ”
मैले तिम्रो मात्र कुरा गरेको होइन सबै पश्चिमाहरुको कुरा गरेको। ऊ मौन रही।
तिमीलाई पियानो बजाउन बाहेक के गर्न मन लाग्छ नि ? उसले भनी – ” कविता लेख्न ”
“ओहो तिमी यति सानै उमेरमा कविता पनि लेख्छ्यौ ?, साह्रै राम्रो ” मैले उसलाई फुर्क्याउने उद्येश्यले भने।
“हेहे” ऊ आवाज निकालेर हाँसी। जोडले हाँसी म पनि मुसुक्क हाँसे। हाम्रा नेपालीहरु पनि तिमी जस्तै गरी हाँस्छन् नि। “हेहेहे” मैले उसको जस्तै गरी बनावटी हाँसो हाँसे।
उसले अचम्म मान्दै सोधी -” नेपालीहरु पनि हाँस्छन् र ? उनीहरु त गरिब हुन्छन्। उनीहरुसँग खाने कुरा पनि हुँदैन। अनि लाउने लुगा पनि हुँदैन। सबै हामीले नै दिनु पर्छ। उनीहरु हाँस्छन् र ? फेरि म जस्तै गरी ? हामी जस्तै गरी ? असम्भव। हेहेहे।”
ऊ फेरि जोडले हाँसी।
” म हाँसी त रहेकी छु नि। म नेपाली हैन र ? ” मैले हाँस्दै उसलाई बुझाउन खोजेँ।
उसले फेरि जोडले हाँसेर टारी दिई। उसलाई धेरै बुझ्नु जरुरी थिएन। उसकै बुझाइ पर्याप्त थियो। नेपालीहरु हाँस्दैनन्।
केही बेर उसले थरीथरीको अमेरिकी हाँसोको नक्कल गरी। मैले पनि थरी थरीको नेपाली हाँसको नक्कल गरेँ। दुबै जना जोडले हाँस्यौं। निकैबेर हाँस्यौं। हाँसो महोत्सव झैं लाग्थ्यो। हाँस्न थाके पछि मैले नै कुरा कोट्याएँ – “तिमी कविता लेख्छ्यौ भनेकी हैन ?”
“अँ” उसले ठाडो जवाफ दिई।
” मलाई कविता लेखने मान्छे एकदम मन पर्छ। ”
म उसको प्रतिक्रिया पर्खिरहेँ। लगभग १५ सेकेण्ड पछि उसले सोधी ” किन?”
” किनकि म पनि कविता लेख्छु ” उसको प्रश्न भुइँमा र्झन नपाउँदै मैले भनेँ।
” ए ” उसले जवाफ छिट्टै दिई तर वास्ता नगरिकन दिई। मैले केही बोल्नु भन्दा पहिले नै यसले फेरि भनी “राम्रो”
“तिमीले लेखेको कविता सुन्न पाए हुन्थ्यो। ” मैले अनुरोध मिश्रित स्वरमा भनेँ।
ऊ एक छिन मौन भएर “भनी एउटा त छ तर अल्लि पुरानो छ ”
” किन पुरानो नयाँ सुनाउन ” यति कुरा मनमै रहृयो।
भनेँ ” भईहाल्छ नि पुरानो भए पनि सुनाउन ”
उसले कविता सुनाई -
“म आकाश छुन चाहन्छु
क्षितिज भेट्टाउन चाहन्छु
सूर्य दिनभरि एउटा आकाशबाट
अर्को आकाशमा पुगी सकेको हुन्छ,
तर म भने जहाँको तहीँ
म अँगालो मार्न खोज्छु क्षितिजलाई
तर म भन्दा पहिलो क्षितिजको काखमा सूर्य पुगीसकेको हुन्छ
म चुम्न खोज्छु आकाशलाई
तर मैले भन्दा पहिले सूर्यले छोइसक्छ
ऊ भन्दा पनि पहिले उसको किरणले
म चाहिँ जहिँको तहिँ
न आकाश छुन सक्छु न क्षितीज भेट्टाउन सक्छु ……………… सक्यो ”
” वा वा वा, अति राम्रो। सँधै सुनिरहुँ जस्तो लाग्ने अति राम्रो। ओ हो ” मैले जाने जति शब्दले मुक्त कण्ठले उसको कविताको प्रशंसा गरेँ। उसले आधा खुशी र आधा अचम्म मिसिएको अनुहार पार्दै भनी – “राम्रो छ र ? मलाई त त्यस्तो लाग्दैन। ”
म केही बोल्न खोज्दै थिएँ उसले फेरि भनी – ” झन् यो कविता त पुरानो। दुई वर्षअघि लेखेको त्यतिबेला म पाँच कक्षामा पढ्थेँ। ”
“ए, भने पछि तिमी अहिले सात कक्षामा पढ्छ्यौ ? ”
“हैन आठ कक्षामा”
मैले मनमनै गमेँ दुई वर्षअघि पाँच कक्षामा पढ्ने मान्छे त अहिले सात कक्षामा पढ्नु पर्ने हो। मैले चाहेर पनि उसँग स्पष्टिकरण मागिनँ किनकि उसले नै भनेकी थिइ ऊ गणितमा कमजोर छे।
“आज स्कूल किन नगएको त ?” मलाई आज आइतबार भन्ने थाहा हुँदा हुँदै पनि सोधेँ।
उसले भनी – “आज आइतबार हो ”
“अनि के भो त ?” मैले हेपेर सोधेँ।
“आइतबार हाम्रो छुट्टि हुन्छ। ” उसले मलाई पढाउने पारामा जवाफ दिई।
” ए हो ? हाम्रोतिर त शनिबार छुट्टी हुन्छ”
एक छिन दुबै जना मौन भयौं। एक्कै छिन १५ सेकेण्ड जति।
उसले आफैं भनी म “क्यालिफोर्नियामा बस्छु। मेरो बुबा टेक्ससमा बस्नुहुन्छ। म मेरो आमासँग बस्छु। ”
मैले उसको परिवारतिर त्यत्ति चासो दिइनँ। सोचेँ उसको बाउ टेक्सस भन्ने ठाउँमा जागिर खान बस्छन् होला। फेरि मैले टेक्सस र क्यालिफोर्नियाबिचको दूरी पनि नजरअन्दाज गर्ने कोशिश गरिन।
मैले छोटो जवाफ दिएर टारेँ – “ए”
मैले सुनेको थिएँ पश्चिमाहरु दश वर्षो भए पछि चुरोट रक्सी सबै खान्छन्। यी सबै उनीहरुको लागि सामान्य हो।
“अँह यतातिर १६ वर्षो नभई चुरोट खानु गैरकानुनी हो। तर म १६ वर्षो भए पछि पनि चुरोट खान्न।
किनकि मलाई चुरोटको गन्ध नै मन पर्दैन। ”
“ए, अनि तिमी रक्सि खान्छौ कि खाँदैनौं नि ?
“म संसारमा सबैभन्दा घृणा रक्सीलाई गर्छु उसको अनुहार साँच्चै नै रिसाएको जस्तो देखियो , ” रक्सी मलाई पटक्कै मन पर्दैन। मेरो एकदम जँड्याहा हुनुहुन्छ। ”
“ए”
ऊ अल्लि बढि जटिल हुँदै गईरहेकी थिई अर्थात हाम्रा कुराकानीहरु। जति बुझे पनि नसकिने। कति बुझौं कसरी बुझौं। त्यसैले म सबै कुरालाई हल्कासँग मात्र लिइरहेको थिएँ। बढि खोजतलास गर्नेतिर लागेको थिइनँ।
” ए साँच्चि आज मेरो सौतेनी बुबा आउनु भएको थियो। हामीलाई भेट्न” उसले ज्यादै स्थिर भएर यसो भनेपछि म झसँग भएँ।
“सौतेनी बुबा ?”
उसले टाउको हल्लाई।
“तिम्री आमाले दोस्रो विहे गर्नु भएको हो ?”
“हो -”
“अनि तिम्रो आफ्नै बुवा, जन्म दिने बुवा ……..?”
प्रश्न पूरा हुन नपाउँदै उसले भनी “टेक्ससमा हुनुहुन्छ। ”
“त्यो त मलाई थाहा छ, तिम्रो आमा र बुवाबिच सम्बन्धविच्छेद भइसकेको हो ?
उसले फेरि टाउको हल्लाई।
“किन” मैले अधैर्य भएर सोधिहालेँ।
“किनकि मेरो बुवाले धेरै रक्सी पिउनु हुन्थ्यो। अनि आमा र बुवाको सँधै झगडा भईरहन्थ्यो। त्यही भएर”
“तिम्रा दाजुभाइ दिदीबहिनी पनि छन् ?”
“एउटा दाइ छ, १९ वर्षको भयो। ऊ चाहिँ बुवासँग टेक्ससमा बस्छ। अनि म चाहिँ आमासँग ”
“तिमी आमासँग बस्न पाउँदा खुशी छ्यौ हैन त ? ”
उसले भनी – ” अहँ पटक्कै खुशी छैन ”
मैले अचम्म मान्दै सोधेँ – ” ए त्यसो भए तिमीलाई तिम्रो बुवा चाहिँ मन पर्छ ? तिमी बुबासँग बस्न चाहन्छ्यौ हो ?”
उसले फेरि मैले नचिताएको जवाफ दिई ” अँह होइन ”
मैले केही बोल्नु भन्दा पहिले नै उसले भनी – “म मेरा आमा बुबा दुबै जनासँग बस्न चाहन्छु। ”
उसको प्रश्नले मलाई ज्यादै भावुक बनाइसकेको थियो। मैले उसको बारेमा थप जान्न चाहेँ। विशेष गरी उसको आमा बुबाको बारेमा
मैले सोधेँ – तिम्रा आमा बुबा कति वर्षको हुनुहुन्छ ?
जवाफ आएन।
फेरि सोधेँ उहाँहरुको बिहे भएको कति वर्ष भयो ?
अझै जवाफ आएन।
मैले अझै सोधेँ उहाँहरु छुट्टिएको कति वर्ष भयो ?
फेरि जवाफ आएन।
बल्ल सम्झेँ उसले अघि भनेको कुरा ऊ गणितमा कमजोर छे।
त्यो दिन, त्यस अफिसमा हामी दुबै जनाको लागि पहिलो थियो। हाकिमले आफ्नो कोठामा बोलाएर मलाई सामान्य ब्रिफिङ गरेपछि आफ्नो लामो, कैलो कपाल दुई हातले सपक्क मिलाउँदै उ हाकिमको कोठामा छिरेको थियो। लामो, त्यसमाथि रङ्गाइएको सतिशको कपालले मलाई राम्रो इम्प्रेसन त दिएको थिएन। तर केही हप्तामै मलाई फर्स्ट इम्प्रेसन इज लास्ट इम्प्रेसन भन्ने कुरा गलत लाग्न थाल्यो। अफिसमा हाम्रो उमेरका अरु कोही नभएर पनि होला हामीले चिया खाने र गफिने साथीका रुपमा एक अर्कालाई नै देख्न थाल्यौं। बिस्तारै यो चिया–चौतारीमा मात्र सीमित भएन, अरु कसैलाई नभनिने कुरा हामीले एक अर्कालाई भन्न थाल्यौं। गफका विषयहरु प्राय महिला र तीनका शारीरिक बनौटका हुन्थे। र केही यहाँ लेख्न नमिल्ने खालका हुन्थे। एक दिन सतिशले ठूलै कुरा पत्ता लगाए झैं मेरो छेउमा आएर भन्यो, ‘भाइ अफिसमा त टन्नै नयाँ लड्कीहरु आउँदै छन् रे नि।’
उसो त हामीले त्यो अफिस सुरुगर्दा त्यहाँ ‘हेर्न लायक’का केटी कोही थिएनन्। एक महिनापछि झण्डै आधा दर्जन युवती थपिए, जसलाई हामी क्यान्टिनको कुनामा बसेर ‘च्वाँक’ भन्थ्यौं। ती आधा दर्जनमध्ये एक थिइन् गरिमा।
क्यान्टिनको बाहिरपटि अलिकति घाम परेको टेबलमा गरिमा एक्लै कुनै किताब पढेर चिया चुस्काइरहँदा क्यान्टिनभित्र बसेर कालो सिसा लगाइएको झ्यालबाट चियाएर हामी दुईले गरिमाको सौन्दर्य मस्तले पान गरेका थियौं। सतिशको मुखबाट एक्कासी निस्कियो, ‘कस्तो बिहे गरौं गरौं लाग्ने रैछे यार।’
सतिश गरिमाको नजिक हुने कोशिस गर्न थाल्यो। अनेक बहानामा ऊ गरिमाको डेस्कतिर चहार्न थाल्यो। महिना दिन बित्दा पनि उसले गरिमासँग बोल्न चाहिँ सकेको थिएन। एक दिन सतिश झण्डैझण्डै नाच्दै मेरो छेउ आइपुग्यो। ‘भाइ बब्बाल भयो यार’। दुःख पर्दा होस् या सुःख पर्दा ‘बब्बाल भयो’ भन्ने उसको बानी थियो। मैले कम्प्युटरकै स्त्रि्कनमा आँखा गाड्दै सोधेँ ‘के भयो?’
‘लब पर्यो यार। म गरिमाबिना बाँच्न सक्दिनँ जस्तो लाग्न थाल्यो।’
भएको के रहेछ भने, गरिमा बोलिछ सतिशसँग पहिलो पटक। लिफ्ट चढ्ने बेलामा जम्काभेट भएछ, गरिमाले मुसुक्क हाँस्दै ‘हेल्लो’ भनिछ। भाइलाई के चाहियो र? हिन्दी फिल्ममा जस्तो ब्याकग्राउण्ड म्युजिक बजेछ, फूल फुलेछ, लभ परे परे जस्तो भएछ। धेरै हप्तासम्म सतिशलाई त्यही एउटा ‘हेल्लो’ भन्ने शब्दले सताइराख्यो। त्यसपछि केही हप्तासम्म गरिमासँग उसको बोलचाल त भएको थिएन। त्यही पनि उ त्यही एउटा शब्दको कारण पुरै दँग थियो।
गरिमा, पत्रकारितामा नयाँ थिई। सतिश भन्दा कम अनुभवी। एक दिन खोइ कुन स्टोरीको ‘एङ्गल भेटिएन’ भन्दै गरिमा सतिशकै डेस्कमा आइपुगिन्। त्यसपछि त सतिशलाई के चाहियो र। भोलिपल्टदेखि त उ गरिमाले केही सोध्छे के भनेर गरिमाकै डेस्कमा धाउन थाल्यो। गरिमाको डेस्क अलि कुनामा भएकाले कार्यालयको नियमित चहलपहलबाट त्यो ठाउँ मुक्त थियो। सतिश गरिमाको पछाडि उभिएर हेरिरहन्थ्यो। गरिमा निकै बेरपछि मात्र थाहा पाउँथी। पछाडि फर्केर तर्से जस्तो, रमाए जस्तो हाँसे जस्तो गर्थी। हरेक दिनका यस्ता साना साना अपडेट चाहिँ सतिशले मलाई क्यान्टिनमा गर्थ्यो। ‘आज गरिमा खुसि थिइ’ ‘आज गरिमाले यस्तो लुगा लगाकी थिई’ ‘आज गरिमा दुःखी थिइ’ ‘आज गरिमासँग यो कुरा भयो’ ‘आज गरिमाले मलाई मेरो फेमिलीको बारे धेरै प्रश्न सोधी’ ‘आज गरिमाले चिया खान जाउँ भनी’ आदि आदि। सतिशको बुझाईमा उसले गरिमाबाट प्रशस्त हिन्ट्स पाउन थालिसकेको थियो। सतिश हावामा उड्न थालेको थियो।
‘गरिमा आज कस्तो ‘पेल’ देखिएकी है?’ एक दिन सँधै झैं क्यान्टिनको झ्यालबाट गरिमालाई चियाइरहँदा सतिशले भन्यो।
‘गरिमा एक्लै छे, जाउ न त भाइ एकछिन बिजी बनाउ’ मैले भनेँ। धेरै कर गरेपछि सतिश लुखुर लुखुर गरिमाको टेबलतिर गयो। तर सतिशभन्दा पहिले नै सुनील गरिमाको डेस्कमा पुगेर बसिसकेकेा थियो। सतिशलाई असह्य भयो। अँध्यारो देख्यो चारैतिर। उ लर्खराउँदै क्यान्टिनको बाहिरपटि रहेको बाथरुम छिर्यो। धेरैबेरपछि मात्र बाथरुमको ढोका खोलेर सतिश निस्कियो। अघिसम्म गरिमा पेल देखिएकी थिई, अहिले बाथरुमबाट निस्किँदा सतिश त्यस्तो देखिएको थियो। म नजिक आएर बस्ने बित्तिकै सोधेँ, ‘के भयो भाइ, स्खलित देखिन्छौ त?’ उसले मलाई कुनै प्रतिक्रिया दिएन। अलिकति टाउको बङ्ग्याएर झ्यालको कालो सिसाबाट गरिमाको टेबलतिर चिहायो र सानो स्वरमा सुनीललाई लक्षित गर्दै भन्यो ‘मादर …….’।
सुनील पनि कार्यालयमा नयाँ नै थियो। तर ऊ डिजाइनिङ तिर थियो। डिपार्टमेन्ट छुट्टै भए पनि त्यो कसरी गरिमासँग नजिकियो भनेर हामी दुबैलाई आश्चर्य लागेको थियो। ‘मुजी धनी बाउको छोरो जस्तो छ’, सुनील गाडी फेरी–फेरी अफिस आको देखेर सतिश कहिले काहिँ बर्बराउँथ्यो, ‘कर्ममै नलेखेपछि के हुन्छ यार?’ कहिले काहिँ सतिश निराश बन्थ्यो।
दिनहरु बित्दै गए। गरिमाको सौन्दर्य झन् झन् खारिँदै गएको थियो। उसको खिरिलो शरीर सुहाउँदो गरी फुक्दै गएका थिए र लुगाहरु कस्सिँदै गएका थिए। केही सहकर्मीहरु गरिमाको जीउ हेरेर घुटुक्क थुक निल्दा रुद्रघण्टी चलेको मैले पनि देखेको थिएँ। सतिश र गरिमाको लुकामारी यथावत् थियो। सतिशले जीवनको पहिलो कविता पनि लेख्यो। एक दिन गरिमालाई पनि च्याटमै त्यो कविता सुनाएछ। एउटै अफिसमा भए पनि अ–आफ्नै डेस्कबाट गरिमा र सतिश च्याटमा ब्यस्त हुन्थे कहिले काहिँ।
‘भाइ आज मेरोमा बसेर दारु खाउँ है’ सतिशले अफिसबाट निस्किने बेला हुनै लाग्दा मलाई भन्यो। एकछिन अघि मात्र सुनीलको गाडीको अगाडिको सिटमा बसेर गरिमा अफिसबाट बाहिरिएकी सतिशले देखेको थियो। त्यसपछि उसलाई भाउन्न भएको थियो।
दुई दुई पेग सकिँदासम्म हामी दुईले आज कुरा गर्न चाहेको तर कुरा गर्न नसकेको विषय अलपत्र थियो। तेस्रो पेग थप्नुअघि सतिशले भन्यो ‘भाइ बाहिर गएर चुरोट खाउँ’ चुरोट सल्काएर दुई चोटि खोकेपछि सतिश बल्ल खुल्न थाल्यो, ‘भाइ म के गरुँ?’
‘मोबाइल देउ तिम्रो’ मैले सतिशको मोबाइल मागेँ र मेसेज टाइप गर्न थालेँ, ‘प्यारी गरिमा, म तिमीलाई मनमनै माया गर्छु, तिम्रो विचार के छ?’ गरिमालाई एस एम एस पठाउनुअघि मैले टाइप गरेको म्यासेज सतिशलाई देखाएँ। सुरुमा डराएपनि नशा चढ्दै जाँदा सतिश कन्भिन्स भयो। सेन्ड बटन थिचेपछि सतिशको प्रेम प्रस्ताव बोकेको सिग्नल उड्दै उड्दै गरिमाको मोबाइल खोज्दै गयो।
मेसेज पठाइसकेपछि सतिश डराउन थाल्यो। ‘भाइ अब के हुन्छ यार? गरिमाले के भन्ली? मलाई किन उचालेको यार। केही भयो भने तिम्रो दोष हुन्छ’ सतिश बर्बराइरहँदा उसको मोबाइलको घन्टी बज्यो। गरिमा कलिङ…
मेरो अनुहारमा पुलुक्क हेर्दै सतिशले फोन उठायो। ‘हेल्लो……….. अँ यत्तिकै बसिराको….. खाना खायौ………? मैले पनि खाको छैन………… के हेरिरहेको टिभीमा…… ए ए…. अनि अरु?…… भोलि अफिस कतिखेर आउँछौ? …………. ए ल ल …. हुन्छ ….. बाइ …… गुडनाइट …… यु टु’
सतिशले फोन राख्यो। गरिमाले उसको प्रेम प्रस्तावको त कुरै गरिनछ। नर्मल भएर बोली रे। सतिश झन् छट्पटिन थाल्यो। कस्तो होला यो केटीको जात बुझ्नै नसकिने। हामीबीच अरु दुई घन्टा जति केटीकै बारेमा छलफल भए। बिना कुनै निष्कर्ष हामी सुत्यौं। सुत्नुअघि खोइ के मुड चलेर हो सतिशले गरिमालाई मिसकल गर्यो।
प्रेम प्रस्ताव राखेको दुई तीन दिन सम्म अफिसमा गरिमा र सतिशको कुनै बोलचाल भएन। गरिमाले केही भन्छे कि भनेर सतिश पर्खाइमा थियो। टाढैबाट पटक पटक आँखा जुध्यो रे। गरिमाको आँखा शान्त थियो रे। गरिमा खुशि पनि थिइन, दुःखी पनि थिइन रे। झण्डै एक हप्तापछि सतिश हिम्मत गरेर गरिमाको डेस्क छेउमा पुग्यो। एकछिन कुरेपछि गरिमाले ‘हेल्लो’ भनि। अनि केही बिर्सेर सम्झेजस्तो गरेर गरिमाले भनी, ‘अँ साँची तिम्रो एसएमएस पाएको थिएँ’
सतिशले भनेअनुसार त्यो भन्ने बेला गरिमा अहिलेसम्मकै सबैभन्दा राम्री देखिएकी थिइ रे। लजाको हो कि, डराको, खुशि भाको हो कि कस्तो कस्तो रे। अलिअलि हाँसकी पनि थिइ रे। त्यसपछि गरिमा एकछिन सम्म बोलिन। सतिश पनि उसले केही भन्छे कि भनेर सुनेर बस्यो। गरिमाले भनी, ‘अँ…..हेरन मैले यसबारेमा सोचेकै छैन। मेरो फर्स्ट प्रायोरिटी मेरो प्यारेन्ट्स हो। मेरो लाइफमा अरु कोही भएर तिमीलाई यस्तो भनेको होइन। तर तिमीलाई म हुन्छ भन्न सक्दिनँ। तिम्रो लागि एउटा गुड फ्रेन्डचाहिँ म सँधैभरि रहिरहन्छु। ‘
गरिमालाई हाँसे जस्तो अनुहार देखाएर फनक्क फर्केर सतिश मेरो छेउ आइपुग्यो, ‘साला केटीहरु हिन्दी फिल्म धेरै हेर्छन् यार’ असन्तोषी अनुहार बोकेको सतिश धेरै बेरसम्म मसँग पनि बोलेन।
सतिश पुरै निराश भइसकेको थिएन। गरिमामा मन आफूतिर तानिएला भन्नेमा ऊ अझै पनि आशावादी थियो। गरिमासँग उसको बोलचाल कम तर हेराहेर ज्यादा हुन थालेको ऊ सुनाउँथ्यो। गरिमाले ‘हेल्लो’ भन्दा पनि ऊ कैयौं दिनसम्म फुर्केको हुन्थ्यो। झन् एक दिन त क्यान्टिनमा अरु साथीसँगै चिया खाने बेलामा गरिमा र ऊ आमने सामना बसेका थिए रे। अरुका आँखा छली छली ऊ गरिमाको आँखा चोर्दै थियो रे। गरिमाले हातमा चियाको गिलास उठाइ। ओठले गिलासलाई छुनै लाग्दा गरिमाको हातबाट गिलास फुस्क्यो। चिया सहितको ग्लास झर्याम्म फुट्यो। सतिशले धेरै दिनसम्म यो घटना दोहोर्याएर सुनाइरहन्थ्यो। ‘मेरो हेराईले साला गिलास फुटाइदियो यार’ सतिश भन्ने गर्थ्यो।
एक दिन अचम्मै भएछ। गरिमाले सतिशलाई ‘फिल्म हेर्न जाउँ’ भनिछे। शहरमा लागेको इमरान हस्मीको कुनै हिन्दी फिल्म हेर्न जाने प्रस्ताव सुनेपछि सतिशले पाइतालादेखि टुप्पीसम्मको नशा नशामा रगत कुदेको सजिलै महशुस गरेको थियो रे। फिल्ममा एउटा गित आइरहँदा एकपटक सतिशको तिघ्रामा गरिमाको हात आएर सल्बलायो रे। यो सपना थियो कि, बिपना, सतिश आफैंले समेत थाहा पाउन सकेन।
फिल्म हेरेर फर्केको साँझ सतिश धेरै बेरसम्म टोलाएको थियो।
पछिल्लो समय सतिशले चित्त बुझाउन थालेको जस्तो देखिएको थियो। ‘गरिमालाई देखेँ’ ‘गरिमाले देखी’ भन्नेमै उ मजा लिइरहेको थियो। कहिले काहिँ संयोगवश गरिमा र ऊ मात्र लिफ्ट भित्र हुँदा उसलाई सबैभन्दा आनन्द लाग्थ्यो रे। एक अर्कासँग नबोलेपनि हेरिरहन्थे रे। १५ सेकेन्डपछि लिफ्टको ढोका खुलेर बाहिर निस्कनु पर्दा टुक्रिएको जस्तो अनुभव गर्थ्योे।
एक दिन अफिसमा हल्ला चल्यो, ‘गरिमाको बिहे रे’। त्यो हल्लालाई केही हप्तापछि नोटिसबोर्डमा टाँसिएको निम्तो पत्रले पुष्टि गर्यो। गरिमाको बिहेमा अफिसका प्राय सबै गए। सतिश भने गएन। कसैले सोध्दा भनिदियो, ‘बिरामी भएर जान पाइनँ’। अरुको नजरमा उसले बहाना बनाएको देखिए पनि गरिमाको बिहेको दिन सतिश साँच्चिकै बिरामी भएको मलाई मात्र थाहा थियो।
बिहेपछि, गरिमा झन् राम्री देखिएकी थिइ। उसको लवाइखवाइमा बिहेसुचक कुनै परिवर्तन देखिएको थिएन। बितेका कुरा समयसँगै पातला हुँदै जाँदा रहेछन्। सतिशले गरिमासँग फेरि आँखा जुधाउन र क्यान्टिनको झ्यालको कालो सिसाबाट लुकी लुकी हेर्न सुरु गरिसकेको थियो।
मैले जागिर फेर्ने निधो भयो। त्यो अफिस छाडेर अन्तै जाने भएँ। कार्यालयको अन्तिम दिन नजिकैको छाप्रोमा नमिठो मूख पारेर दुई पेग खाइसकेपछि, सतिशले झण्डै रुँदै भन्यो, ‘तिमी पनि जाने भयौ है?’
अर्को ठाउँमा जागिर खान थालेपछि, सतिश र मेरो भेट र संवाद पनि पातलिन थाल्यो। च्याट र फोनमा कहिले काहिँ कुरा हुन्थे। ‘कोही छैन अफिसमा साथी’ भनेर दुःखेसो गर्थ्यो। गरिमासँग नबोले पनि ऊ अफिसमा हुँदा चाहिँ रमाइलो लाग्छ भन्थ्यो।
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लामो समयपछि एक दिन बानेश्वरमा चिया खाँदै गर्दा सतिशले गरिमाका थुप्रै अपडेट सुनाएको थियो। गरिमाको बिहे मधेसमा भएको रहेछ। मामाघरपटिबाट आएको कुरालाई स्वीकार्दै थुप्रै जग्गा जमिनका एकलौटी मालिकसँग गरिमाको बिहे भएको रहेछ। केटा पढे पनि जागिर खाँदा रहेनछन्। मधेसमै बस्छन् रे। पथलैयामा एउटा होटल पनि छ रे। गरिमा एक्लै काठमाडौंमा।
काठमाडौंका सम्भ्रान्तहरुको संगत बढ्दै गएपछि गरिमालाई पथलैयामा रहेका श्रीमान् र आफूबिच दूरी बढ्दै गएको अनुभव हुन थालेछ। गफाडी इतिहास बोकेको सतिशले गरिमा बिहेपछि आफूसँग एकाएक नजिकिन थालेको कुरा मलाई सुनाइरहँदा मैले सजिलै पत्याउन सकेको थिइनँ। तर पनि सतिश गम्भिर थियो। मैले पत्याउन कर लाग्यो।
अफिसभरि रहेका चनाखा आँखा र कानलाई छल्नुपर्ने भएकाले सतिश र गरिमाका अधिकांश संवाद च्याटमै हुने गर्थे। अफिसको भिडभाड पातलिँदै गएपछि सतिश लुसुक्क गरिमाको डेस्कछेउ पुग्थ्यो र उनीहरु घन्टौंसम्म गुनगुन गरिरहन्थे।
त्यस वर्षको होलीको दिन सतिश र गरिमा दुस्साहसपूर्वक एक अर्कासँग नजिकिएछन्।
अफिसमा अचानक गरिमाले आफूलाई सन्चो नभएको बताएपछि सतिशले उनलाई नजिकै रहेको आफ्नो कोठामा गएर आराम गर्ने प्रस्ताव राखेछ। गरिमाले नबोलीकन त्यो प्रस्ताव स्वीकार गर्दा सतिशका गोडा कामेका थिए रे।
मध्य फागुन भइसक्दा पनि काठमाडौंे तातिसकेको थिएन। सतिशको कोठाको खाटमा घोप्टो परेर पल्टिएकी गरिमाको टिसर्ट तन्किएर अलिकति देखिएको कम्मरमा झ्यालबाट छिरेको एक टुक्रा घाममा टल्किरहेको थियो। अधैर्य भएर कुर्सीमा बसेर टोलाइरहेको सतिश बेला बेलामा बाहिर होली खेल्नेहरुले कराएको आवाज सुनेर झस्किन्थ्यो। १५ मिनेट चकमन्न भएको कोठामा एकाएक गरिमाको सानो आवाज खस्यो। ‘सतिश, खाटमै बस न’।
सतिश एकछिन अन्यौलमा पर्यो। उसले निर्क्यौल गर्न सकेन गरिमाको यो आग्रह उसले चाहेको थियो या नचाहेको थियो। सतिश घसि्रँदै खाटको छेउमा बस्यो। अझैसम्म घोप्टो परेर सुतिरहेकी गरिमाले सतिशको बायाँ हातलाई छातीमा च्यापेर निदाएको जस्तो गरी। सतिशको दायाँ हात बिस्तारै गरिमाको शरिरमा बडो लापरवाह चलमलाउन थाल्यो। बिस्तारै ती दुइ प्राणी अलि धेरै नै चलमलाउन थाले।
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बानेश्वरको ठेलामा राखिएको चिया किनेर सडकछेउको रेलिङमा बसेका हामीले अर्को एक–एउटा चिया थप्ने निर्णय गर्यौं। गरिमासँगको शारिरिक तहमा त्यो हदसम्म नजिकिएपछि, सतिशले निकै ग्लानि महुशुस गरेको बतायो। तर फागु पुर्णेको त्यस घटना लगत्तै गरिमाको आँखाभरि सन्तुष्टि देखेको थियो रे सतिशले भनेको।
नयाँ वर्षको इभमा सतिश र गरिमा अबेरसम्म ठमेलमा देखिएका थिए। गरिमाका पति झण्डै ६ महिनामा काठमाडौं आउँथे र गरिमासँग एक रात बिताएर फर्किन्थे। गरिमालाई पत्रकारिता छोड्न र मधेशमै गएर घरबार सम्हाल्न उनकी बिधुवा सासु र पतिले पटक पटक दबाब दिएका थिए। यो आग्रहलाई नमान्दा गरिमा उनीहरुको लागि पराई हुँदै गएकी थिई। यता सतिशले पनि घरबाट बिहेका लागि आउन थालेको दबाबलाई अनेकौं बहाना बनाएर टार्न थालिसकेको थियो।
गरिमा र सतिश अफिसमा कम र बाहिर ज्यादा भेट्थे। गरिमालाई बन जंगल र डाँडाकाँडा पटक्कै मन नपर्ने। त्यसैले होला उनीहरुको डेटिङ स्पट भनेको या त सतिशको कोठा या ठमेलको कुनै पब। गरिमा पनि खुब पिउन थालेकी थिइ।
एक दिन सतिशले बिहानै निन्द्रामै फोन गरेर १० हजार रुपैंया चाहियो भन्यो। गरिमाले पेट बोकिछ। घर परिवारमा थाहा पाएर रडाँको मच्चिनु भन्दा पहिले नै उनीहरु त्यस बोझबाट मुक्त हुन चाहन्थे। नभएको विवाहपछि नजन्मेको सन्तानलाई गरिमा र सतिशले फाले।
गरिमाको स्वास्थ्य यसै पनि पहिले देखि नै कमजोर थियो। टाउको दुख्ने समस्या त सानै देखिको। उसले लगाउने चश्माको मोटाइ पनि बढेको थियो। गर्भपतन गरेपछि उसको शरिर पनि केही झुलिन थालेको थियो। पछिल्ला समय सतिशलाई फोन गर्दा प्राय गरिमाको स्वास्थ्यकै कुरा हुन्थ्यो। एक चोटि उपचारका लागि गरिमालाई लिएर दिल्ली जान्छु भन्दै थियो। तर पैसा नपुगेर गरिमा एक्लैलाई पठाइदिएछ।
गरिमा अफिसमा कम देखिन थालेकी थिइ। सतिशसँग पनि पहिले जस्तो नियमित भेटघाट हुन छाडेको थियो। गरिमाले एमए को थेसिस लेख्नलाई एक महिनाजति बिदा लिँदा सतिशले एक पटक पनि भेटेन रे।
गरिमाले सतिशलाई बेलाबेलामा भन्ने गर्थि, ‘तिमी मसँगको सम्बन्धमा साँच्चिकै गम्भिर हौ भने, नेपालमा बसेर त्यसलाई मूर्त रुप दिन सम्भव छैन। त्यसैले बिदेश जाउँ’
‘तिमी चाहिँ मसँगको सम्बन्धमा गम्भिर हौ कि होइनौ?’ सतिशले प्रतिप्रश्न गर्दा गरिमा नङमा लागेको पालिस कोट्याउँदै चुप लाग्थी।
गरिमाका मावल हुने खाने नै थिए। लामो समयदेखि अमेरिकामा बस्दै आएका उनीहरुले गरिमाको श्रीमानसँगको सम्बन्ध राम्रो नभएको थाहा पाएपछि गरिमालाई पटक पटक अमेरिका आउन आग्रह गरेका थिए।
एक महिनाको बिदा सकिनै लाग्दा गरिमाले सतिशलाई फोन गरेकी थिइन्।
‘सतिश मैले अमेरिका जाने निधो गरेँ। म गएर मिलाउँछु अनि तिमी पनि आउनु पर्छ। ‘ गरिमाले फोनबाटै मौखिक राजिनामा दिएको र अब अफिस नआउने बरु सतिशलाई बाहिरै भेट्ने बताइरहँदा सतिशको ओठ कामेको थियो।
सतिशले केही नभनी घर्याप्प फोनको रिसिभर बजारेको थियो।
त्यो नै उनीहरुबिचको अन्तिम संवाद थियो। हुन त अमेरिका उड्ने दिन गरिमाले सतिशलाई धेरै पटक फोन गरेकी थिई। सतिशलाई उठाउनै मन लागेन रे। फ्य्राङकफर्ट एयरपोर्टमा टान्जिट परेका बेला गरिमाले लेखेको फेसबुक स्टाटस मैले र सतिश दुबैले देखेका थियौं।
‘टाढा धेरै टाढा……’
Like in firefox google chrome does not have any primary menu to bookmark all of the open tabs. But it is simple as hell. Just right click on any of your open tabs and you will find a context menu to bookmark all tabs.
You downloaded one of your favorite book in pdf or text format. You want to make it a bed time book. You wish you could read it in your mobile phone, turning off lights, before sleeping. But only smartphones and few sophisticated mobile device support pdf and text files. Is thereany way to make this possible in almost every handset? The answer is Yes !
Here is how:
> If you downloaded the ebook in pdf format,
>open the pdf file,
> select all text
>copy them
> create a new text file (using notepad)
> paste the selected text into the notepad file
>save it (give it a name)
If the downloaded file is already in text format, just forget all those steps above and be happy.
Now you are just one step away.
You need to convert your text file in JAR format, so that many mobile phone can read it as a java application. There are only few free tools to convert your ebooks into JAR apps.
Go to The mobile Library , upload your text file. The website converts your file into JAR and gives you back. You download the JAR file copy it to your mobile phone and read it like a book.
I hope you know how to transfer the downloaded JAR file to you mobile phone.
Apple has unveiled iPad, a tablet pc without keyboard. At a conference at Yerba Buena Center in San Francisco, Apple boss Steve Jobs announced the highly rumoured devie.
What is iPad ?
Well, we can say, it is a laptop without keyboard. Apple has said it is something between smart phone and laptop.
What can I do with iPad?
virtually everything that you do in a laptop, or even more than that, browse internet, send email, do facebook, play games, watch movies and many more. The best thing about iPad is ‘browsing’. Surprisingly, ipad also supports iWork. That means, word processing, slide show presentation, spreadsheet are in your finger tips. So iPad is not just for browsing and watching, it is for office work and production as well.
Size matters!
iPad is 0.5 inch thin and weighs only 1.5 pounds. It has got 9.7 inch multi-touch display.
Technical specifications !
iPad uses 1 GHZ Apple A4 chip. It is available in 16, 32 and 64 GB. Built with WiFi 802.11n and Bluetooth 2.1+EDR. Apple has promised 10 hours of battery life and one month of stand by. iPad comes with bunches of cool applications from Accelerometer to Compass. Good news is that all your iphone apps are compatible with iPad.
Price Matters !
Not expensive. Not expensive as many pundits had speculated. It comes with really revolutionary price. 499$ for 16 GB, 599$ for 32 GB and 699$ for 64 GB. They are for iPad with wifi. If you want both WiFi and 3G the cost will be 629$, 729$ and 829$.
This season’s Indian Premiere League (IPL) will be live broadcast in youtube. It is official.
Google said it will stream all matches of the popular cricket that begins on 12 March.The revenue generated from sponsorship and advertisements will be divided between IPL and Google.
It is the first time google is live streaming a cricket tournament. All live coverages of IPL can be viewed in IPL channel in Youtube.
The third edition of the popular T20 tournament, featuring the world’s top players in eight teams owned by rich businessmen and Bollywood stars, has attracted much media attention.
पर पर क्षितीजमा
अस्ताउँदो सूर्यको लालीमा
बादलका रङ्गीचङ्गी धर्काहरु
आकाशको छाती नाप्थे,
बादलका अमूर्त ढिक्काहरुमा
रुमानी कथाहरु बुनिन्थे
राजा रानी, हात्ती घोडा, राजकुमार र परीका कथाहरु,
क्षितिज नै ओझेल परेका छन् आज-भोलि
बादलको आकृतिमा कथाहरु छैनन्
पर पर क्षितिजमा बादलहरु छैनन् …….
पहाडहरुसँग
उचाइ नापिन्थ्यो सपनाको,
भर्खर झरी परेर पखालिएका
उज्याला, हरिया जङ्गल झैं
प्रष्ट थिए सपनाका क्यानभासहरु
आजभोलि पहाड पनि छैन,
झरी हैन, तुषारो पर्छ
पर पर क्षितीजमा सपनाहरु छैनन्,
पहाडहरु छैनन् ….
Firefox 3.6 release candidate is now available for download. If you are using older versions of firefox, it will be updated automatically. If you can not wait, you can grab the latest version of firefox right now from here. Probably it is the fastest and most stable version of firefox. It has several new and improved features, one of them is on click appearance customization of your browser.
Firefox has called it Personas, header and footer appearance of your browser. You can install Personas from Personas Gallery in one click.
If you’d like to use your own design or photographs in appearance of your browser, that is much easier. All you need is two images; one for header(3000px width, 200px height) and another for footer(3000px wide, 100px height).
Before using your own appearance you need to install any of the gallery Personas, to get the Personas preferences on the bottom left of your screen. Then you can test your own design, use it or upload it in the Personas gallery to make it available for download.
Well, It was hard to find the answer for a non-programmer like me. I was tired for googling it so many times and not getting the result. Honestly google does not have answer to this question. Then I came up with a idea of tweaking something in installation file. Hurrray!!! It worked. It is more simpler than you have expected. I will show you how….
Minimum requirement to install Adobe Premiere Pro is 1 GB of RAM. If you have less than this, you see a error message and cannot complete the setup.
To avoid this and peacefully install Adobe Premiere on your computer with only 256 MB RAM, just follow the easy steps below :
> Go to Your Setup Folder (The folder of setup files that you purchased or torrented )
> Go to folder payloads>AdobePremierePro3All>
> Find the file AdobePremierePro3All.proxy.xml
> Right click and open with any text editor (notepad/wordpad)
> Go to the end of the document and find this line “Memory”:{“System”:{“Default”:{“Require”:”1024″,”Exclude”:”256″}}},
>Replace ‘1024′ with ‘256′ and ‘Exclude’ with ‘Include‘ (No Quote)
You are done
If you use a common sense you can bypass installation requirement for other adobe CS3 or later products.
Are you waiting for the Google Chrome Operating System? If you keep on waiting, it will be next year when there will be the first official release of Google Chrome OS. But there is something called open source, which has made it possible right now. You can download and experience Chrome OS right now.
Since google previewed the OS in November and made the Chromium OS project public, many developers around the world have been building the Chrome OS. Some of them have already released it.
British developer Hexxeh has finished with Chrome OS Cherry. You can find the detailed instruction for downloading and installing the OS in his site. All you need is a USB flash drive worth 1 GB.
Previously Dell had also released a customized version of Google Chrome for its netbook Mini 10V. If you are a Mini 10V owner and want to give it a try, be prepared to spare1 USB flas drive of 8 GB. You can find the detail instruction here.
If you just like to see how Google Chrome OS looks like, just take a visual tour here at PC World.
And finally, if you are ‘want to be’ a developer, visit the official site of Chromium Project.
Are you tired of windows operating system? Are you tired of faulty packages of Microsoft that that costs you hundreds of dollars? Do you really think that there should be no cost for software? Are you ready to move to an exciting operating system, which is easy to use, has lots of features, and all softwares are free of cost? This post is for YOU. And I am writing it right inside from firefox at newly installed Ubuntu in my system.
According to official site of Ubuntu, it is
…an operating system built by a worldwide team of expert developers. It contains all the applications you need: a web browser, office suite, media apps, instant messaging and much more. Ubuntu is an open-source alternative to Windows and Office.
There are lots of guides available about installing Ubuntu. You can even give it a try without making any changes in your existing operating system. You can install it if you like. You can even run both windows and Ubuntu in your system.
So, get rid of hundreds of errors, get rid of cost and get the freedom. Switch to Ubuntu right now.
Google, today released Chromium Operating System open source Project. During an event at Google headquarters in California, engineers announced that users will have access to Chrome OS on late 2010.
Caesar Sengupta, Group Product Manager and Matt Papakipos, Engineering Director said in its official Google blog :
We are doing this early, a year before Google Chrome OS will be ready for users, because we are eager to engage with partners, the open source community and developers. As with the Google Chrome browser, development will be done in the open from this point on. This means the code is free, accessible to anyone and open for contributions.
People all over the world are desperately waiting for Google Chrome OS. Google had announced in July that it was building an Operating System. Many people were excited by the news.
This morning I was reading a newspaper report about a “funny god” in facebook.
Whether you’re christian, atheist, buddhist or whatever — it seems you can now befriend God on Facebook. And he has a wicked sense of humour.
As I went through the news about the God of facebook, I was gradually impressed by his reported sense of humor.
Looking at His profile, we were shocked to discover He has a surprisingly wicked sense of humour. “God is high like a kite… literally cuz I’m in da sky” reads one of his status lines. “God is borrrrrrrrrrred lol” reads another.
I wanted to find the facebook god when my eyes stopped at the following lines:
Anyway, see if you can hit God up to become one of his friends. Right now, he’s just “sittin’ around being omnipotent.” Trouble is, searching Facebook for “God” yields no results — perhaps He is being deliberately mysterious, or maybe it’s just an invite-only party for now.
Now the task waiting for me was to find the god, I googled the God with so many possible keywords, like: “God’s Profile in facebook”, “Who is God in facebook” and finally “the god in facebook, real or fake?”
Google was poor to give the results I was looking for. I used the engine of facebook itself to find the God. I used some tricks and finally reached the mini profile of The God. I could not stop laughing when I saw that he had only 2 friends; Adam and Eve. However, I sent a friend request to the God with a personal message. Lets see God loves me or not.
You might have already known that my blog was off for more than one year. Finally I am able to have the same domain working. But you might have already surprised or sorrowed to see no previous contents. I used have free hosting in freehostia.com. Weeks ago they said that they were having some technical problems because of server migration. As their transfer of data completed, I was not able to log into my hosting control panel. I got the message that my account was suspended. I contacted them and tried to convince them that I was not involved in any activity that breaches the terms of use and causes account suspension. I hoped for weeks. They did not reply. I did not even have the backup of my database. Man learns by mistake. Though it was not my fault, I realized that we should have always backup of our database. So that we are not going to be the victim of such incidents.
I waited very long for their reply. But they did not tell me anything about the reason of the suspension of my account. I sent an email again
Hi,
When I tried to log in to my account after your servers were transferred.. i was unable to sign in. I got the error message that my account had been suspended. But believe me I was not involved in any of the mentioned activities that cause the suspension of my account. I am the only owner and administrator of my account. no other people are involved. Please show me the way to restore my account. I have a large database also and i even don’t have the backups. If the restore of whole account is impossible, please let me have a copy of my database.
I hope you will understand. I was a very loyal and happy customer (though it was a free account). I also told many friends about free hostia. Is this the reward I should get?
Please try to understand.
My domain:kamalkumar.com.np
username:******
Password:******
Regards,
Kamal Kumar
But this time I got a quick reply from freehostia.com. They mail is here:
Hello,
Your account was suspended due to service abuse. Your scripts have
overloaded the server and our administrators blocked your account.
Unfortunately I’m not allowed to activate your account. It will remain
closed.
Best Regards,
Peter
Support@Freehostia.com
You know what I replied to this man? Guess it! It was just two words, “F**K You”
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Every night in my dreams
I see you, But can’t feel you,
That is how I know you alone…
Far across the distance
And so many people between us
You have come to show you’re alone
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go alone
Once more you open the door
And you’re there in his heart
And my heart will go alone and alone
Love can touch us one time
And injure for a lifetime
And never let go till we’re all alone
Love was when I saw you
One true time I hold to
In my life we’ll always go alone
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go alone
Once more you open the door
And you’re there in his heart
And my heart will go alone and alone
There is some love that will not take us away
You’re not here, there’s something I fear,
And I know that my heart will go alone
We’ll stay forever this way
You are safe in his heart
And my heart will go alone and alone
Another rainy morning of late July would have been attributed with same old shit if your letter hadn’t pop upped. I want to express my immense gratitude for remembering me so respectfully and so non-critically. I was always used to be the platform of your criticism. I still remember, they were sharp, they were logical and they were very genuine. I always acknowledge your great effort to shape some crucial parts of my mind.
I still hate Kathmandu, as I used to. But you may know I am proudly living a paradox. Being real, your absence has not dismantled any of my dreams we discussed together. But being more real, your presence would have made things little bit easier. Anyway, it was you who taught me to think big, think smart and think alternative.
There are so many things that I want to talk to you when we meet. We will talk about our ‘failed’ project of “ODD Nepal”, we will talk about Om Jee, Tashi, and other talk-worthy figures of Shepherd College of Media Technology, like Principal Narendra Pal and many others. We will talk about how we wanted to be changed and how we have been changed. We will talk about further possibilities of another venture like ODD Nepal. Of course we will talk about Mongolia, Thailand and other nations that matter to us. But like you, I am also not sure when we will meet again.
Bhuwan jee, I am sorry that I couldn’t reply your previous mail and you bothered to find my website and post a comment about my whereabouts. My words of describing the professionalism and job satisfaction are the same as I told you when I met you last time. I am tired of translating the transcripts of authorized dealers of western propaganda, where abduction of a Jew in the Middle East and the pregnancy of a polygamous Hollywood actress is the greatest news and the ethnic cleansing in Southern Nepal is nothing. At least you are doing great. A multinational Human Rights Defender, working in Mongolia.
I had been to Shepherd College few weeks ago for some documentation. I met your brother. He told me that you were safe in Mongolia in that time of the state of emergency.
At last, I am grateful for the love and respect that all of your family has shown towards me.
Wishing you great success and BIG dreams ahead,
I am really surprised to see your effort in form of this website . Going though the pages of this sites gives me a reflection of what you aim in your life . It seems you are trying hard to break the trend . I am sure you will succeed one day . Try your best to do the things in newer way . As you know that innovation is what we always preached when we were together . I am in Mongolia bored and was looking for your new contact fourtunately i found the website . I found more than you , more than what i was looking for . Make effort to get it going .
I am really surprised to see your effort in form of this website . Going though the pages of this sites gives me a reflection of what you aim in your life . It seems you are trying hard to break the trend . I am sure you will succeed one day . Try your best to do the things in newer way . As you know that innovation is what we always preached when we were together . I am in Mongolia bored and was looking for your new contact fortunately i found the website . I found more than you , more than what i was looking for . Make effort to get it going .
Again I was ready for a quick response. But your message contained one of the easiest questions in the civilization of mankind, which has the hardest answer. You asked me what I do for daal bhat. I don???t know why this question made me think about very small things in life. The things, which are really tiny to see and they are common in all people in this world.
I reached a conclusion that the life of human beings would have been like something totally different, if they didn’t have to eat daal bhat. Desire for daal bhat has made the world so mechanic, so conflicting and somehow like an existence derailed from humanity.
Only if I didn’t have to eat daal bhat or if I didn???t have to spend more than 10 hours of everyday to struggle for food, there would have been so many beautiful things I would have been doing.
Well, now let me tell you clearly, I consume fossils fuels and contribute to the environmental degradation everyday to reach my office. That???s what I do for daal bhat. I rage enmity with co-workers and bosses, carry lots of stresses and tensions, I pull and I am pulled, I backbite and I am backbitten. I spend most of the hours among shapeless crowd; I am compelled to laugh at nothing. I see lots of replicas of robots that can do anything for daal bhat. I mean I contribute to the personal and social malfunction. That???s what I do for daal bhat.
If I wouldn’t have to do anything for daal bhat, I would have done something really beautiful, something that doesn’t require any diplomatic skill to make fragile deals of living. I would have breathed the air calmly. I would have visited every corner of the world. I would have written beautiful songs, I would have kept myself busy on talking to mountains, I would have measured the desert, I would have danced at the top of the world, I would have apparently flied over the sky of dreams. I would have been a free and happy human being.
I deeply regret for the person who opened the Pandora’s Box and taught the entire human beings to live for daal bhat.
Regards
*Daal Bhat: a regular and popular set of Nepali Meal.
Pakastani woman trained as
Suicide bomber kills
two
suspects held in
custody
scandal over legal guardian of
child
kidnapped by a six foot, large, black
man
charged with possession of illegal
drugs
for weight loss may be dangerous to
your
health
care costs
Rise
of the Machines now
playing
the field takes more than money,
you
need
Trident,
fights bacteria and
kills
three, wounds
seven-
teen, he was only seven-
Teen
found dead
in hotel
scandal involving
Paris,
France looks forward to Marilyn
Manson
accused of influencing today’s youth
claiming
not guilty in the murder
trial
run for new
SUV
produces more Fossil
Fuel
prices rise at alarming
rate
of death climbs
in America, land of the free, home of the Brave
Soldiers lost their lives
today
on
Good
Morning
America.
Kamal G
Namaste
Why you are reluctant on making contact with me , although i have been insisting on frequent contact . Whether you are suffering from Superior Complexity or Inferior Complexity . Or you are chasing a big dream , or you are seriously in Love . Or do you take drugs ?
Please do not undermine me .
Kamal G
Namaste
Why you are reluctant on making contact with me , although i have been insisting on frequent contact . Whether you are suffering from Superior Complexity or Inferior Complexity . Or you are chasing a big dream , or you are seriously in Love . Or do you take drugs ?
Please do not undermine me .
Boys don’t want to be princes.
Boys want to be shepherds who slay dragons,
maybe someone gives you half a kingdom and a princess,
but that’s just what comes of being a shepherd boy
and slaying a dragon. Or a giant. And you don’t really
even have to be a shepherd. Just not a prince.
In stories, even princes don’t want to be princes,
disguising themselves as beggars or as shepherd boys,
leaving the kingdom for another kingdom,
princehood only of use once the ogre’s dead, the tasks are done,
and the reluctant king, her father, needing to be convinced.
Boys do not dream of princesses who will come for them.
Boys would prefer not to be princes,
and many boys would happily kiss the village girls,
out on the sheep-moors, of an evening,
over the princess, if she didn’t come with the territory.
Princesses sometimes disguise themselves as well,
to escape the kings’ advances, make themselves ugly,
soot and cinders and donkey girls,
with only their dead mothers’ ghosts to aid them,
a voice from a dried tree or from a pumpkin patch.
And then they undisguise, when their time is upon them,
gleam and shine in all their finery. Being princesses.
Girls are secretly princesses.
None of them know that one day, in their turn,
Boys and girls will find themselves become bad kings
or wicked stepmothers,
aged woodcutters, ancient shepherds, mad crones and wise-women,
to stand in shadows, see with cunning eyes:
The girl, still waiting calmly for her prince.
The boy, lost in the night, out on the moors.
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Winner creates history and looser creates mystery. So don’t worry. History and Mystery both are highly valuable in Hollywood.
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It has been said, it is “people’s car”. The Nano may bring a new revolution in the living standard of people in developing countries in South Asia. Many of my friends are waiting for the car to arrive in Nepal. It has been expected that, the car would cost up to Rs. 400,000 in Nepal. [...]
Dear Nobody,
Do not get surprised to get my first ever letter. (may be this is the last one). I got no one to write to. So I am writing you. I know you don’t need any promises and commitment. I know you are not eager to hear an annual progress report. I know you don’t [...]
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Today is December 12, 2007. I took these pictures from a window of my office. It is the Fourth floor and faces the East. It was 7.15 in the morning. I have to tell that these pictures are taken from my mobile phone. SPV C500, (HTC Typhoon).
“The Fog”
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Dear Spammers,
Most of the times you come with the replicas of colorful dreams. You come with free ipod nano and mac book, you come with a neverland like ranch in a beautiful island in hawai, you come with mobile phones, watches, jewelleries. Sometimes you come with black mails.
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No gold, No diamonds no fancy car
A life to live with, to fly very far,
Smiles to wear and hapiness to sleep,
A hand to hold you, on every leap
small dreams to share, small world to live
love lust and luck, to take and give
warm hugs, tight hand, and wet kiss
to my beloved, a birthday wish
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The breaking news is that I will be with you in this Dashain. I?have been denied leave in my office. I know I am going to have very miserable and lonely days with you. I will miss Hetauda. I will miss my mom. I will just imagine a potrait of myself inside the bewaiting eyes of my mom. I will miss my dad. I will miss playing cards with him.
I know my absence would increase a more wrinkle of sadness in his face. I will miss my friends. I will miss the bank of the river where I once tried to build sand-castle. I will miss the dust I ate. I will miss the Sunrise from Makranchuli hill.
Dear Kathmandu, you might be getting disturbed by the sound of keyboard and bitter coffee at this time. After seven minutes it will be midnight. But I want to irritate you as much as I can. Because its you, who has been irritating me since last 5 years.
I have to go to the studio now. I think you will be relieved for now. Goodnite.
Somewhere I had read a poem.
I am born - a man chooses my name,
I am taught - to appreciate that he did not bury me alive,
I learn - what he wants me to know,
I marry - who he wants me to marry,
I eat - what he wants me to eat,
If he dies - another man controls my life
A father, a brother, a husband, a son, a man
Your Last letter to me brought drops of tears outside and floods inside. Mystique, I never believed in “the End” in this cyclic world. Everything is beginning. Once upon a time Leonardo Da Vinci had said, “In the river the water you touch is the first of what has come and the last of what has gone, so with the present time.” I hope your affair with freedom has not been lost yet and will never be vanished.
I don’t know where are you now. You may be buying a book on a store at Berkshire, you may be having coffee with your best friend Loneliness at Reading, or you may be travelling to Liverpool to meet one of your old friend. I know he is a guy. Or you might have returned to Saudi Arabia.
You were forbidden to meet any guy in your country. You were forbidden to be out alone. I know all. You used to watch the projection of all your dreams inside the black screen of your Burkha. You never could feel the world outside. Many of you dreams were wrapped with burkhas and burried alive.
Dear Mystique, You were a girl in a Muslim society, under the Muslim law. In the world, It is difficult to be women, socially and biologically. It is more difficult to be a Muslim women. As in the poem, they do not live, but exist. But I salute your great courage to live life the way you wanted. I love the way you lived differently. I love the way you at least expressed your lust to freedom in your blog.
You wanted to become what you wanted, you wanted to become a bird, a poet. You always sang the sensation to seek the emancipation. I hope now you have become whatever you wanted to be, I hope you have been emancipated from all the chains that you were tied with. I hope you have found a beautiful world outside the darkness of your Burkha, I hope you have reached the heights beyond the difficult ground of silk.
Mystique, lots of blesses and luck. I hope the wind would blow toward south to carry my salutation to you. You are a history. An unprecedented history that has written by itself. History is lesson. I hope lots of your friends would learn the freedom of life.
I am pausing my letter with a poem extracted from your blog.
My Beloved,
I?ve never written a letter to you before
Never since my ink has dried
Never since they caught me crying over that cruel destiny of mine
Never since life took me by surprise
How can words reflect my agony
My agony since I?ve lost you
I did not lose you
They made me lose you
My Beloved,
I ask you:
Why didn?t God just made you a man of us?
A man from the Kingdom of Sands
Why did he decide ?You shall not be one of them??
And leave me suffering here alone in this velvety room of mine
It?s just a name, it?s just a name
And all they care for is just a name
Would they ever realize that it?s just a name?
My Beloved,
You?ve left and took a part of me with you
A part that has been nurtured by them
Our enemies: My Family
Again
It?s just a rant
That I’ll bury into the Kingdom of Sand
You began with the 23 pairs of chromosome and drove me to the age of 23. You gave me lots of cheers and despairs. The science of life and the art of living always reacted with the missing plugins.You gave me hope. That's why I am still alive. Thanks for the MEMORIES.
You crawled in the tunnels of innocence. You ran with the speed of dreams. You crossed beyond the border of thinking. You jumped the height of happiness. You dived the pool of tears. You detached with attachment and you attached with detachment. Thanks for MORAL OF THE LESSON.
You confronted with the loneliness. You lost among the shapeless crowds. You fell from the bottom. You stood at the height. Thanks for the EXISTENCE.
You compiled the s c a t t e r e d fragrance. You sang the sensation. You danced the freedom. You rocked with the rhythm of life. You hymned with the harmony. Thanks for the MELODY.
You gave mom's lap at 1. You gave dad's shoulder at 3. You gave friends at 4. You gave school at 5. You gave homework at 7. You gave punishment at 8. You gave understanding at 9. You gave ecstasy at 10. You gave youngerhood at 13. You gave college at 17. You gave beauty at 18. You gave dreams at 19. You gave fame at 21. You gave frustration at 22. Finally you seized everything and gave me a bunch of memory.
Dear Past, thanks for beholding me all the time. Thanks for decoding every seconds within your memory. Thanks for Transformation. Thanks for Challenge. Thanks for Experience.
You might have already moved to that "city of waterfalls" with your friend. Or you might have already reached there. I know, your country already saw sunset today. And I expected you to reach the city before sunset. Wherever you are, you forget to convey your farewell before you went there this morning. I was really expecting some words from you when you are being far from your usualness. But I don?t mind, I know some fragile existences don?t get bothered to be remembered. I think, I was overshadowed by the excitement of joys of a doll, who is keeping herself far from the everyday stresses, at least for two days.
You might have already moved to that "city of waterfalls" with your friend. Or you might have already reached there. I know, your country already saw sunset today. And I expected you to reach the city before sunset. Wherever you are, you forget to convey your farewell before you went there this morning. I was really expecting some words from you when you are being far from your usualness. But I don’t mind, I know some fragile existences don’t get bothered to be remembered. I think, I was overshadowed by the excitement of joys of a doll, who is keeping herself far from the everyday stresses, at least for two days.
Today I am not writing you about the usual bla bla about our mysterious relationship. I was somewhat inspired by something today. That’s why today was little bit different than yesterday and other previous days. It is the only urge to share some feelings with you.
After daring to be irresponsible towards my busy schedule in office, I rolled toward a documentary festival in the city. For a storyteller like me, it was a grand party. Where I can see the style of expressions of visual media, where I can feel the pains of people, and where I can leap with joys of amazement.
The first documentary I watched was "Light of the Himalaya". Which was about an expedition of doctors, who go to a remote, mountainous village of Nepal to cure hundreds of eye patient there. I like the documentaries than feature films, because documentary speaks reality, I feel it like anything. Everything is so lively. After watching the documentary I felt really pity to myself that I live in the most gorgeous mountainous region in the world, but I have not ever touched a mountain.
Once upon a time, one of my best friends in university used to tell me that, the greatest and happiest people in the world are those who have traveled so many places, who live versatile life, and who have lots of vocabulary. After watching that documentary I again judged myself with those standards. But I was failed again and again. I was motivated again and again.
So many rhetorical questions and confessions unfurled into my mind. As a journalist I always did the clerk like duty. I worked to work. I worked to survive. I had studied in university that journalism is about "voice of voiceless". But the statement was tributed in the final examination and never remembered again. I always saw my media speaking the power center and speaking the money center.
The second and the final documentary I watched today was "Invisible Children: Rough Cut". It was about the children in conflict-prone Sudan. The film narrated the story of children who are being the victim of conflict, who are being abducted by the rebels and used as soldiers. Only the awful situations there didn’t inspire me but the background of the documentary makers. Three young guys of USA made the documentary risking there lives in Northern Sudan. Those guys were like me and like you, what they did, made the difference.
Dear Dolly, I have seen flowers come in stony places, and kind things done by men with ugly faces, and the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races. However we are masked with, we are human being. Finally we feel. Sometimes I am a freak, sometimes I am a geek, most of the times I keep myself under the atmosphere of hard rock and heavy metals, most of the time I don’t care about the rest of the worlds. But the other side of mine is beautiful more than my imagination. We can turn ourselves out to be extra.
After watching those documentaries, I was really inspired to do something, to give the voice to voiceless, to explain the unexplained, and to speak the unspoken. I have planned to go to a place "Jiri" next week with one of my friend. I have planned to go there on motorbike. We will go there with blank mind and see what we see. We try to sort out the differences in this beautiful place after the end of a decade long conflict. I will write what I see. It is my recent dream. It will be disturbing me until I make it come true.
How are you? You may be fine But I am not. You will be here for 10 hours more. and tomorrow you will not be here. Yeterday November 29 was here. Honestly, I am hating you. I dont want you to be here more. Though I have to suffer you all the day and till midnight. I know winter is injecting you by its bitter coldness. Dont worry I am also the victim. Though sun is teasing me straight through the window of my room. cold air is blowing. It is moving the curtains in the window, as well as my hair. Kathmandu is calm from one angle, as if it is mourning on the lost of wonderful Autumn days. The buildings around are challenging the movement in the road. The road is dusty. The vehicles are never tired of piling on. The Fulchoki Mountain in front of me is covering itself with the scarf of fog. I cant see its height right now. A big disc antena on the top of the next building is face to face with son in the sky. It may be asking the sun not to hide soon. I know it will miss the sun whole night, and the next morning it will found itself covered with scattered drops of dew. The hide and seek will continue between everything. Even between you and me, but I wonder I am hiding or seeking?
You died in 1955. I was born in 1985. I was born exactly 30 years after you died. Sometimes, I think I was born as your re-incarnation. I know this may sound very ridiculous. But dear Albert, read this letter very carefully, I am not just writing the meaningless sentences with psychic syndromes. I am talking about possibilities of science and mystery behind it. But, the reason behind writing you letter after decades is different. The reason was just a moment of millisecond when I was having tea in cafeteria. I can't imagine the power behind that portion of second. And I am still unsure how the moment fused into an urge to write you. Let's leave it. Let me jump to the topic. I know you are not used to keeping yourself busy with any non-theoretical statements.
Dear Albert, sometimes I feel, after you died your soul roamed in this universe observing the unsolved mysteries. I think your soul was tired of dealing only with facts. It was really tired of searching the reason behind every consequence. When you saw people with pain, when you saw the masterpiece of good and evils in the same planet, when you saw people falling in love, when you saw people going crazy, you realized that every thing don't necessarily have reason. So your soul was very frustrated with science and you entered an artistic mind and that is me. Albert, I know you can't believe it. But I can prove it.
Albert, you may wonder how a scientist can be reborn as an artist. But listen to me carefully, as a scientist you always dealt with the science of attachment and detachment. And as an Artist I am dealing with the art of attachment and detachment. The common thing between us is the capacity of dealing with attachment and detachment. And we have to deal with these factors, however we are masked with.
Dear Albert, when I was thinking to write some words to you, I was thinking to write about pain and frustration. I mean I have not started the topic yet. That is the difference between an artist and a scientist. We go through the background more than necessary. It is the thing that scientists never know and artists over know.
When I get tired of thinking and dreaming, I try to be more scientific. I mean I try to be the real Albert Einstein. But I have failed so many times. I never knew which compound of this universe form love, pain, smile, and all these abstract things. I never knew the science of living and suffering. I never knew the chemical formula behind the relationship. I never knew the density of love. I never knew the pressure of dream. I never knew the parameter of pains. I never knew the number of protons and electrons in heart. I never know the frequency of the fluctuations existence.
I really never knew so many things. That is why I couldn't be a scientist. Being artist is rather easier. Artists don't need to prove anything. They just write it and let the world deal it. People can understand the art the way they like.
Albert, tell me one thing that you never told anybody. Or more possibly, nobody asked you this question. What is life? Is it art or science?
You are really bitter. You are really unwanted. You are shocking, you are disgusting, you are disturbing, you are haunting, you are everything that I dont want you to be. But why you are always there behind the scene? Why you are playing the role of antagonist in my life. I know the reason, Because you are reality. I know you are reality but why I still hate you? I hate you that is the reality.
Dear Reality, when I was dreaming to kiss the Mt Everest and drink the milk of paradise, you stopped me. You have always aborted the fetus of my dream. When I was saying I deserve, you were insisting that I dont.
Reality, you are the jerk between the colorful transition between me and my angel. You are the reason why I love her and you are the reason why she doesnt. How dare you to be the reason of different feelings at a same time? Dont you ever feel guilty to change your mask frequently?
Reality, Why you are always attached with me? you are the only thing conjoined with me that I dont like. If you were just any of my body part, I am sure reality, I would not have let you enjoy this much long.
Reality, You are there. I know you will be there forever. You will be haunting so many scattered dreams. But I will not stop fighting with you. and I will try not to let u be this much bitter, till I drop.
This letter addresses all of you who have visited my blog and reading this letter right now. Now I have 3257 visitors in this blog. I am really proud of myself and I want to express profound gratitude to all those visitors for their overwhelming support.
I did not have any specific idea when I started blogging. I tried to blog in almost all popular blog sites. But finally I am stick with the windows live space. Technically it is updated frequently, people can see my updated space in their messenger. So it was easy way to express my ideas, beliefs and feelings to the world. When I was studying in university, the theory of "Global Village" by Marshall McLuhan, was one of the stuff, I didn't believe in. But now myself being a part of global village.
I am connected to all kind of people in the world, who keep themselves busy in the village of cyberspace. A freak from California, a geek from Paris, a frustrated student from India, an IT girl from Romania, a political science student from Vietnam, a journalist from Bangladesh, all are connected to to me. All of them were somehow source of inspiration for me to write about various topics. All of them were very supportive for my strong desire to know the socio-cultural values of various region of the world. All they add more knowledge into my database of cyber-space psychology. I am thankful to all of the.
You people are giving me more courage to write, you are making me express whatever I feel. As much as I get new visitor in my blog, I feel more responsible to educate, to entertain or to inform by my blog. As far as possible, and despite of busy routine of a journalist, I am trying to give some of time to blog.
At last, but not least, I am really thankful to some of you who are more then special person for me. My sister nani and vinaju, who frequently use their beautiful comments in my blog. My bro saroj who gives very powerful suggestion. My office friend Girish who is the greatest fan of my blog and use some of my beautiful words in his display and my dearest Dolly, who reads my blog the most, who reads it everyday, and to whom the whole blog is dedicated. thanks Dolly.
All I know is that you are a girl who laughs a lot and makes me smile when I talk to you or when I think about you . But I have also seen you crying so many times. I think people smile with everybody but they cry with only few. I am really thankful to you for sometimes crying with me. It is really a rare opportunity to be reflected on someone's tears. You are the one who has shared this much tears and cheers with me.
Dear Dolly, today is the 41th day since we knew each other for the first time. I hadn't expected the intimacy to reach this level just in six weeks. I hadn't expected you would be such a wonderful reason to smile, to share and care. Anyone outsider of our relationship may find the situation a bit ridiculous, unbelievable and dramatic. But I am enjoying this drama where two characters from different corner of the world are sharing the things that they never shared with anyone before. This drama between you and me is full of profound level of naturality, innocence and reality. It is a drama but it is not. It is a reality, but it is more than it. Whatever it is, we are enjoying it. May be we are crafting a new illustration of post-modern relationship.
Dolly, I never believed in love. I still wave green flag to the statement that relationship is designed in heaven. I have found minor co-incidences in life with great impacts ahead. Same with our relationship. I wouldn't have met you, if my connection didn't work that day. I wouldn't have met you if I was busy with works that day. I wouldn't have met you, if my boss had called me few minutes ago or my friends had asked me to go for tea with them. So I will be always thankful to that span of some seconds.Thanks to that wonderful and mysterious moment of October 4th.
You remember dolly, I was really happy to see your comments in my blog. you said that you were happened to find a old book "Love Letters" after you read my blog. I remember how smoothly our intimacy took the height. And you hinted that our relationship matched with the movie "The Lake House", and you suggested me to watch that movie. I was really excited after I saw the movie. The beautiful things between you and me went on and on. and one day, unconsciously we started missing eachother. It happened itself. I still wonder what was the moment when we started missing eachother.
Dolly, I want to wrap up this letter with the statement I started with. That you are the girl who makes me smile. I hope I also make you smile. And what I think is the goal of life is happiness.
I really hope that, we can be smiling forever for eachother and because of eachother.
You must mind your arrival this time. You came without any invitation. And you came without any pre-hints. You have come such rudely that I happened to be reminded of the moment when I met my ex girl on a dusty noon at bus station.
But dear winter, do not dare to overestimate your strength. You have already come into my life 21 times before. And your arrival this time would not be that much different. It would just add another digit to your arrival in my life.
Hey winter, I know this year you aint gonna be that much cruel. I think you have heard about Global Warming. Though it is one of the stuff that I don't believe on, scientists are escalating world-wide debate on it. Coz there is nothing left to invent or discover. They have not seen more prospects on head hunting and outdated theory.
Dear winter, what I meant to mean is that those fucking scientists would not let you go to the freezing point. Though you will chill up the entire nation, the flag bearer of Global Warming, will submit a fake report to the United Nations, that will say the world remained hot even in the January, that will say the Mt.Everest was melted down by two meters even in winter. And people will march a protest in Mexico with play cards against USA. I can imagine my dear winter, how will you be embarrassed at that moment.
Dear winty, let me imagine the other aftereffects of your arrival, beside some cocktail discussions at the UN and the rally in Mexico, you will take hundreds of lives in Kashmir and in the mountainous regions of my country. You will crack the scarcity of foods in several districts. I know financially also, you will very costly this year, as previous years. Most of the staffs in our office will keep themselves busy on tea talk under the sun light in cafeteria. Coz the AC doesn't work in all rooms.
It's been nearly one year, since our eyes met for the first time. In the period of one year, I never dared to count the frequency of the meeting of our eyes. I never dared to count the frequency of my dreams, unfurling upon your eyes. That would be like counting the stars. We enjoy counting it, but we never can. I remember you, seeking my eyes in the crowd. I might be wrong. It could be the greatest illusion of the lifetime. But I enjoyed the illusion. You might have also found me busy searching you. I was really indifferent to myself. My daily routine never mattered to me. I never felt my own existence. The stuff roaming all the time inside my mind were you. Are you there? Will you be visible? Will you smile and say hello to me?
I know sometimes, I was damn crazy about you. I regret, you never tried to feel me. You can ask my friends, how crazily I was depicting your picture. Just your picture. Just a thrown a single drip of smile from the corner of your face used to be my great company for all the day. And an unconsciously spoken word from your side used to be talk of the day. Sometimes, I used to be far from you, sometimes hundreds of miles far. I also know, my disappearance never mattered to you. Or you never cared whether I am in or I am out. I was always confused and still confused what is inside your heart. What is the meaning of your silence? Watching through a birds eye view, the period of one year brought so many transformations inside me and inside you too. That is the rule of nature. But I am sorry to say, my color and size of dream upon you never changed. I hope it will never change. You may have been watching me indifferent to you since last few days. I am trying to ignore your presence. But feel me carefully; I can never ever ignore my love upon you. I will be holding my dreams forever.
I can imagine, decades after, you would get married to someone else. You would have a joyful life. Your partner would be a star. And there would be a beautiful pair of stars. You would have flowers like children, sweet husband, and helpful family. You would have everything to tag your life so called "beautiful". I am not sure at all, that you will miss me a single moment by the period of time. I know you are kind of enjoying what you have with you. You are used to say "life is like this". But I will be missing you and will be regretting "life could have been like that".
I remember I had written to you last time in the March of this year. That was a letter of no more than 10 sentences. I don't know whether you watched it. It might have been redirected to the junk folder, or it might have been deleted without being viewed. Or more possibly your boyfriend watched it and deleted before you could got it.
The thing that provoked me to write you again is the first anniversary of the day. It has re-intensified the memories, which were on their own way to be blurred.
Dear she_rocker, honestly I hope and I pray you are having a rocking life nowadays. I hope you are not getting disturbed by various factors as you used to be in the past.
The span of one year was just the cascades of another day. Every morning is equally new for you and me. How we play the rhythm of sunshine does matter to us. But unfortunately, I never tried to judge the melody of the life after you left. I never tried to evaluate the strength of weakness in your absence. I never tried to measure the level of scratchiness in my life. I neither tried to miss you nor forget you. May be that way was good for myself.
You know it is exactly one year since you flied away. And it is exactly 4 years since we met for the first time. The period of 4 years can bring a lot of transformations. But by the time, when we will be leaning at the armchair with our grandchildren around, the same period of four year of our collegehood seems to be a flash of second. The period of four year would hardly catalyze a piece of smile in the corner of your face and you would look to the small grandchildren playing outside and the photographed husband hanging on the wall. This is the reason why I am writing you now. At least the beautiful memories can be crafted into the words, as they didn't get space into anyone's heart.
Thinking rationally, there was no concrete reason for why we met and why we were separated. I prefer every moments in the life to be called "expected unexpectedness". But the science of living and engineering of human nature don't want to be dealt emotionally. That was the factor you believed. And you threw some logical interpretations for why I can't be in relationship with you. I remember, you talked about differences between you and me and you talked about the mismatched wavelength. When we were talking about our favorite music, you said my interest doesn't match yours. And sympathetically you had asked me the meaning of "Alternative Rock". I remember how my face was blushed with silence. You had asked me the name of several singers and Hollywood artists. But I still don't remember any of the prominent names you said. Because they are like the name of Italian foods for me.
Well, she rocker, I don't think this letter deserve a decorative ending. I end it.
The day before yesterday, I couldn't recognize your voice over telephone. I am feeling sorry for that. more than that I am ashamed to myself. Hope you are doing well there and you are living whatever meant by happily". Its not the fact that I only miss you when festivals like Dashain* and Tihar* occurs. But it is when I miss you profoundly. The 15 days of Dashain has already started, and I am not sure which day is today. I think the main day of the festival is coming within days. Once upon a time, I used to enjoy all days of the festival. You used to be with us and the whole family used to be together. Nowadays, festivals don't matter to me. They do not add any charisma into my life. Festivals come. Festivals go. Kathmandu is reeling with varieties of weather. Yesterday it was raining. Now I am seeing a sunny day through the window of my room. Birds and kites are competing to fly higher. The only difference is that, kite is connected to thread and birds are totally free. The Fulchoki Mountain is covered with clouds and that have scattered all over the sky. I am seeing bunches of flowers blowing with the wind, at the top stairs of the next building, as if the flowers are ready to jump out of the roof. Not a less beautiful canvas of nature, than of Leo Nardo Da Vinci and Pablo Picasso. You know my office is near to the airport. I see a plane every single minute. They come they go. Like festivals. They matter to their stakeholders only. I remember, one day you were drained to that land, with full of dreams. The then aeroplane mattered to me. The height mattered to you too. I was stopped by the security guard in the airport. I returned home and waved my hand to the plance, that was carrying you with your dreams. I don't know how much your dreams have come true. But they should come true. I know you think big and you think smart. I have a big salute to all planes that are never tired of carrying the dreams. I am affected with flu since last two days. Still I am coming to office, coz I have to. Today I have closed the slider of the window. So, I am not feeling the gentle breeze that is saying good bye to summer. You know my table in office faces the south. I mean to the direction of our home. You know mom is alone in home. Man is the only animal in this universe that feels solitude. Our little Sanu has also joined me into the life of monotony. I welcomed him into the jungle of concrete, wishing him all the best so that he will not be lost here.
Albert, 29, married a year ago, now with a child. We spent 3 years together in university. Now, he is working as a Human Rights Officer in Eastern Nepal.
Albert: Where are you?
Me: Office
Albert: Why don't you give a damn to me huh?
Me: I am giving damn to boring life here, I am thinking of being a monk.
Albert: why man?
Me: trying to find out the 3rd dimension of life
Albert: hey man just take g it will make every thing ok
Me: yea... I will take it today, may be tomorrow
Albert: Yogi is better than monk
Me: no man. I will go to Tibet
Albert: just go Devghat
Me: I will be a monk for five years, I will learn so many things, and I will write a book
Albert: are you applying for any new job?
Me: no I don't need any job now
Albert: Why? How much your office pays you? Every body asks me that question
Me: 8000, half of yours
Albert: no man
Me: u know I don't lie u
Albert: I earn 13800 p m
Me: I know... u r Big
Albert: no man u r big
Me: how man.? Money is big
Albert: in surrounding of great people, coffee break with celebrity in millions of home
Me: you know being a celebrity doesn't matter to a celebrity himself or herself, its better to be nobody. as u used to said "behind the scene" I am not enjoying life yaar I was thinking of writing a letter to you... with full of pains
Albert: go towards program production I see great prospects in that
Me: yea prospects are in being a freelancer and documentary production
Albert: hey man! Do not be frustrated. There are saturation phase in life
Me: I think I am saturated
Albert: 1 when you choose a career u have to be some what saturated 2.when u earn or full fill all your desired 3. When u r willing to die or dead in this which saturation u lies
Me: none
Albert: make your psychoanalysis report and send me in mail I will interpret it
Me: ok man hahahah
Albert: if you are serious, go to psychiatrist just for experience
Me: I am not Mahesh man
Albert: just go and say him everything true with out lying then he may give true reflection of your problem
Me: are you sure?
Albert: but for love born problem there is no solution
Me: I know man; my problems are not love born. They are life born
Albert: just spent 2 years in media u can sell your self in international arena. Fuck me I do not have master degree other wise I would be in a place I have dreamt about
Me: I also fear to be fucked that I too don't have master degree
Gentleman was busy today in some showbiz to show his gentleness. I wake up the bed when the morning rang exactly 8. rushed to college, heard the lecture of Professor. I guess he was teaching about International Journalism. I was quiete interested. Everybody was writing down the notes. But both of my hands were tied up to eachother. so teacher was interested to me. I was not feeling comfortable when he stared at me. After the college I was rolling upon the same way to office. went to Army headquarter for reporting.....shaked hand with the Chief of Army Staff for the first time. He was trying to impress all journalists there. But I was not impressed. he was trying to crack cheap jokes. But I was indifferent. feeling lazy...cant write more. cya
There were five stars, today in my horoscope, but I am passing through unnecessary hurdles. I was willing to share launch with Maria. I called her but she was not interested. I hanged the phone up, so rudely. I will not call her. Now it's her turn to say sorry. Minutes later, Kitty called me. She is my college-mate. She wanted to meet me to do some college projects. I said ok. But I am not interested to meet her. She is damn ugly. Honestly I don't like her, But in college I am used to spend most of the time with her. I think, I will switch my phone off, to discard her call. She said she will call me to fix the venue. Lots of thinking is unfurling inside the mind. I want to put them into words, to publish in the same diary of gentleman. I tried to open the browser, but the connection is not active. I wonder what all the IT staffs in my office are for. Blogger Beta home page has been hardly opened, but when tried to sign in, same error message, "cannot find server" yada-yada. I am trying to pull the time through windows live messenger. But long numeric error code stopped me. Now I am trying with windows messenger, the old one. Still cant, sign in. Everybody knows I am software fanatic. Since last two or more weeks I have spent most of my free times, searching the cracks for windows XP. I am frustrated with the windows validation process when I try to install windows defender, Internet Explorer 7 or windows media player 11. Bill Gates has closed the gate for non-genuine copies of windows XP. He should have provided 'pass' for some of poorest people in the world. I spend most of my cyberaction in the PC of my work. My work place is one of the most prominent and richest in my country. But I have not seen a single computer with genuine windows OS.
There were five stars, today in my horoscope, but I am passing through unnecessary hurdles. I was willing to share launch with Maria. I called her but she was not interested. I hanged the phone up, so rudely. I will not call her. Now it's her turn to say sorry.
Minutes later, Kitty called me. She is my college-mate. She wanted to meet me to do some college projects. I said ok. But I am not interested to meet her. She is damn ugly. Honestly I don't like her, But in college I am used to spend most of the time with her. I think, I will switch my phone off, to discard her call. She said she will call me to fix the venue. Lots of thinking is unfurling inside the mind. I want to put them into words, to publish in the same diary of gentleman. I tried to open the browser, but the connection is not active. I wonder what all the IT staffs in my office are for. Blogger Beta home page has been hardly opened, but when tried to sign in, same error message, "cannot find server" yada-yada.
I am trying to pull the time through windows live messenger. But long numeric error code stopped me. Now I am trying with windows messenger, the old one. Still cant, sign in.
Everybody knows I am software fanatic. Since last two or more weeks I have spent most of my free times, searching the cracks for windows XP. I am frustrated with the windows validation process when I try to install windows defender, Internet Explorer 7 or windows media player 11. Bill Gates has closed the gate for non-genuine copies of windows XP. He should have provided 'pass' for some of poorest people in the world. I spend most of my cyberaction in the PC of my work. My work place is one of the most prominent and richest in my country. But I have not seen a single computer with genuine windows OS.
likely, in a classic novel, my day doesn't start with the song of birds, it doesn't start with the smell of flowers or the melody of nearby river, how it starts never mattered to me till the day, sometimes it is raining and sometimes, the sun is still sleeping, sometimes i wake up at mid day... the place is not like a country side nor a downtown, it is the fusion of everything, i dont know any neighbourhoods, i hardly remember the way to my room from office, going to office everyday is the first priority of my nervous system, rolling over the muddy road, then after dusty lanes... i reach my office
I am 22 years old. Spent nearly half of the life. (Human's age is 40). Stumbled up and down between learning and living. Sometimes, I miss my childhood. Professionally I am a journalist. I respect this profession, but I dont like many journalist in my country. They are injected with very narrow thoughts. But nowdays they are improving themselves than in the past. I work for a prominent television in Kathmandu. I am a sports news anchor cum reporter. I was never interested in sports. But I am happened to work in sports department. I am trying to enjoy job. I am interested in photojournalism. But I dont have camera. I had one, but lost. My principle on life keeps on changing. But ultimately I believe in happiness. Happiness of all people in the world. I am cyer fanatic and I spend lots of time in Internet. I want to travel to africa and give the voice to voiceless. My Ideal persons are Kofi Annan, Bill Gates and every American president till. I am inspired to write this bolg, by a Bangladeshi Journalist Shahidul Alam. I dont know him personally, but I have read his blog, http://shahidul.wordpress.com At last, but not at least, I want to say I believe in dream.
long long time ago he was following a thread of way made by the colorful butterflies, and he was paused at a beautiful theatre of flowers. Then he followed the height of dad's sholder, warmth of mom's lap, he followed to get teacher's good, but paused at the end of childhood, one day he measured the distance to the moon, when about to fly, it was mid-noon, so again it was paused to itself, in the middle of the eternal space. Dad's darling and mom's little boy with best friends happiness and joy, would stop the cosmic, if he can, nowdays, he is a gentleman. walking down the same lane of Monomandu he frequently finds the dreams scattered, over the dusty and narrow streets of life, the butterfly dream, the dream of dad the dream of mom and the manic dream upon her angel's eyes. all are paused, and throwing "good bye"s. Now he wants not to be in top his dreams are just seeking a full stop!
- Tuesday, August 01, 2006 (the moment, when i missed her)
I dont expect my letter to be a blow to microsoft and your personal dreams upon it. I believe you respect the freedom of expression as I do. I dont think that you know me by my name. But you could know me if you had shared any of your coffee-break with one of your technical staff of customer service officer in Microsoft. I belive your technical staff has told you about a guy from Nepal, who frequently sends the error reports, feedbacks and bunches of bugs to your digital box. I am not writing you to suggest a new idea of challenging your rival Apple nor I am writing to draft a missionary project in Kenya. Thats your job, you can simultaneously fight with malaria and your digital rivals. I am not much interested to that things. Today I am writing just to let you know that, I have decided to discard all services by microsoft and enter a new user space of another digital giant. The first execution of my declaration begins with Msn Space. (I regret I should have started with hotmail). I was using the msn space since its launch. I was always sympathic to your slow service and cheap ideas of people scattered there. I also spent some of my beautiful moments with the msn space. Days ago I came with a new idea to start another blogging, kind of intellectual in words and ideas. Before choosing a blog site to publish my ideas, I had thought deep as if I had decide to by a personal jet or to get married with a blonde. After cylcles of frequency inside my mind, I decided not to continue with msn space. And I entered this world. The only reason behind my decision was the dissatisfaction over the services by microsoft. And I really hated the idea that you are introducing windows Live space by the end of this summer. What I fear is that, the new idea could spoil the intellectuality and gentleness of the current trend in msn space. Dear Bill Gates, as a antagonic-well-wisher of your company, I never suggest you to launch the 'live' idea in the msn space. As I read some promotional words of windows live space, I really didn't like the way. It was sounding more romantic, as if windows live space will be a dating and matchmaking site. So let it be a pure and mere blog. Dear gates, Let me tell something about your hotmail and messenger service. You know why I am writing letter to you, because I am not signed into windows live messenger. I am tired of sending the error messeges and troubleshooting with frustrating error codes. So I am free and using my time. At first I want to suggest you to shorten the length of error code. well that may not sound productive for it. .... ok Gates, will catch you later, I gotta go to a meeting with Michael Sam. I hope we will discuss your issues. ohhh, I forgot to congratulate you for being Person of the Year by the Time magazine. But my sceptive eyes fear that, Time magazine is hoping your grace. never mind. all the best for the strength of Gates and Melinda Foundation. As a part of this planet earth and as my land where I stand and the land where you stay share the same sky, the charity foundation matters to me. Nothing else. By the moment I declare the termination of my relation with any of microsoft products. I will not buy "zune" music system next year, and for your kind information I have already uninstalled windows operating system from my computer. I have removed the game "Halo" before completeing all the levels. I will certainly not buy the Halo 3, that is to be released in 2007. I have also sold my x-box to a secondhand shop. Now I am using a opensource OS, Nowdays I play games like paceman and hangman. Windows media player was never beloved to me, nowdays I am tuned to local radio station in a radio which is "made in china" not in USA.
the world outside the window of my room is beautiful, the panorama is wide, weather is not clear but the vision. I have been transferred to a new room with a new window infront of my desk. Time matters when we talk about intimacy, I had started loving that room, that window and the vision outsides from there, but now it seems as everything is strange for me, as it is the first day in my office. I was in previous room since the time I joined this office, it was nearly 8 or more months ago, the room is in fourth floor and has window facing the south. I used see the blue sky that has plunged into the walls of mountains, that I guess Fulchoki and Chandragiri mountain. I rarely used to open the window slider in my early days. But the intensification of the heat in the mid summer evoked me to open the windows all the time when I am in that room. Sometimes, I spend scores of times staring outside that window and enjoying the moments. Sometimes life was beautiful from that window and sometimes it was too horrible, The window was a best company for me, in the silent morning, at dusty and nonsense night. While peeping through that window I usually saw the conflict between nature and the concrete jungle .
the world outside the window of my room is beautiful, the panorama is wide, weather is not clear but the vision. I have been transferred to a new room with a new window infront of my desk. Time matters when we talk about intimacy, I had started loving that room, that window and the vision outsides from there, but now it seems as everything is strange for me, as it is the first day in my office. I was in previous room since the time I joined this office, it was nearly 8 or more months ago, the room is in fourth floor and has window facing the south. I used see the blue sky that has plunged into the walls of mountains, that I guess Fulchoki and Chandragiri mountain. I rarely used to open the window slider in my early days. But the intensification of the heat in the mid summer evoked me to open the windows all the time when I am in that room. Sometimes, I spend scores of times staring outside that window and enjoying the moments. Sometimes life was beautiful from that window and sometimes it was too horrible, The window was a best company for me, in the silent morning, at dusty and nonsense night. While peeping through that window I usually saw the conflict between nature and the concrete jungle .
i am wondering about the question mentioned above, previously i had talked top you about the color of dream, size of dream, dimensions of dream and all the possible attributes, in the period of time i am again the victim of self prisoner, i know what is good, i know what ios bad, but i fear i dont have much knowledge about the execution of bad or good things on a proper time, thats why the my frequecy of getting deceived by time, dreams and people around me can be measured in UHF (ultra high frequency), days ago I talked with Eminem about all these things, he was surprised to listen my feelings as he found that similar to him....
sometimes, transformation around me give a alternate shock, the latest example is Mr Albert, I knew albert 4 years ago in University, the intimacy has been developed like anything... you know 10 years ago Albert was a culprit in Dhaka University and he was dismissed from his college, but the strong man learned the reality life himself and now he is a very good man, with a family and children.... years ago he was wildly searching for hamps in the concrete jungle of dhaka or inside the dark lane of Ason, nowdays he is found searching for fresh fruits for his wife and toys for his children in the market.... If i knew nothing beyond the border of my country MR Albert would be the Ideal persona for me after Bill Gates, George W BUsh and Kofi Annan and other evergreen leaders,
IF ONLY THE GREATNESS OF MAN IS MEASURED ON THE BASIS OF HIS/HER DREAMS, I BET I WOULD BE THE GFREATEST PERSON EVER BORN...................
i am wondering about the question mentioned above, previously i had talked top you about the color of dream, size of dream, dimensions of dream and all the possible attributes, in the period of time i am again the victim of self prisoner, i know what is good, i know what ios bad, but i fear i dont have much knowledge about the execution of bad or good things on a proper time, thats why the my frequecy of getting deceived by time, dreams and people around me can be measured in UHF (ultra high frequency), days ago I talked with Eminem about all these things, he was surprised to listen my feelings as he found that similar to him....
sometimes, transformation around me give a alternate shock, the latest example is Mr Albert, I knew albert 4 years ago in University, the intimacy has been developed like anything... you know 10 years ago Albert was a culprit in Dhaka University and he was dismissed from his college, but the strong man learned the reality life himself and now he is a very good man, with a family and children.... years ago he was wildly searching for hamps in the concrete jungle of dhaka or inside the dark lane of Ason, nowdays he is found searching for fresh fruits for his wife and toys for his children in the market.... If i knew nothing beyond the border of my country MR Albert would be the Ideal persona for me after Bill Gates, George W BUsh and Kofi Annan and other evergreen leaders,
IF ONLY THE GREATESS OF HUMAN IS MEASURED ON THE BASIS OF HIS/HER DREAMS, I BET I WOULD BE THE GFREATEST PERSON EVER BORN...................
the coldness is Nagarkot was injecting the liquidity over our bones and vains, the moon was looking at us as she was restricted to join the party, i remember many of my famiy and frens were present at the party, my mom, her sisters, my cousins and frens of KTV, i fear my girlfriend was not there, so she was dancing in another discotheque in the downtown, the distance of 20 miles between me and her was not the matter of yesterday, i was getting her texts frequently but, not sending the reply.
by the time Lady Diana came there with a beautiful white wearings, surprisingly Harry and William were not with her, but two little girls, i thought they were her daughters that the world never knew about, Diana seemed confused to be an stranger place for the first time, my father had told me that when Diana came to Nepal 20 years ago, she hadn't visited Nagarkot, so i thought this time she is in Nepal to vosit this beautiful places, Nagarkot sounded wonderful at the presence of lady Diana, two daughters of Diana was helping her photograph.
I coudln't believe the thing when Diana called me by my name, i was just shocked, and for the next time I got stunned when Diana talked to me in my language, she asked "do u feel alrite"? when i tried to say "I feel wonderful tonight", it was almost 9 in the morning, i found myself with half asleep in the bed of my room, the clock was alraming "tingtingtingting".... i woke up and rushed to the destination...... BTW the dream was wonderful......
the coldness is Nagarkot was injecting the liquidity over our bones and vains, the moon was looking at us as she was restricted to join the party, i remember many of my famiy and frens were present at the party, my mom, her sisters, my cousins and frens of KTV, i fear my girlfriend was not there, so she was dancing in another discotheque in the downtown, the distance of 20 miles between me and her was not only meant to absence of warmness. I was getting her texts frequently but, not sending the reply. by the time Lady Diana, you came there with a beautiful white wearings. Surprisingly Harry and William were not with her, but two little girls, i thought they were your daughters that the world never knew about, Diana, you seemed confused to be on that strange place for the first time. My father had told me that when you came to Nepal 20 years ago, you hadn't visited Nagarkot, so i thought this time you are in Nepal to vosit this beautiful places, Nagarkot sounded wonderful at your presence. your two daughters were helping you photograph. I coudln't believe when you called me by my name. i was just shocked, and for the next time I got stunned when you talked to me in my language. You asked "do u feel alrite"? when i tried to say "I feel wonderful tonight", it was almost 9 in the morning, i found myself with half asleep in the bed of my room, the clock was alraming "tingtingtingting".... i woke up and rushed to the destination...... BTW the dream was wonderful......
Please give me back those letters, that I gave you three years ago. Its been long time that we started being the victim of communication gap. I have forgotten so many of my other friends, who used to mess up with me three years ago. But you are the exceptoin. I could have forgotten you too. But I could not forget my letters that I gave to you. you know dear LB (Lady Beetle), i miss those letters more than you. In my life time i have rarely written letters to people. But it was the first of time and it was the last of time and obviously it was the best of time. I remember, 3 years ago, while giving those letters to you how terribely my hands were tremerring. Well, i have not forgotten the day, I have not forgotten the moments, I remeber the moments shared with you. My novice heart used to think, that would last forever, I used to think we would always keep on holding eachother's hand and singing and dancing. But u know LB, god had never promised flower strewn path ahead, he had never promised sun without rain and he had never promised peace without pain. The greatest part of the human conscience is to collect courage to face the sunshine again.
...dear lady beetle, there was a gap of three days....between the first paragraph and this one, sometimes i fill pitty to myself for being the victim of time itself, and being a self prisioner, i wish i could do whatever i like...but things are not easily decodable, ... Bhuwan had called me hours ago, he still asks about you to tease me.... though i have already told him about everything between you and me.....
dear lady beetle.... finally everything turned towards the way we didn't expected, and happiness that used to ooze from our togetherness turned left us forver.... do you know lady beetle, we tried to touch the cloud in the horizon, and it was the same horizon..through which all the dreams dissolved.
Sometimes i wonder about the height of the dream, size of the dream, color of the dream and obviously frequency of the dream. i breath dream,i sleep dream, i see dream and i dream of dream, once upon a time, i used to dream of flying like a birds, the maturiry and the complexity over the cosmic movement taught me to dream of future and career, and years of my life...i shared my dreams with my family..my mom dad, brother and sister(i still share), the bandwidth of the dream kept on changing... and on a beautiful day ...all da dreams of my life stopped at your eyes.... not only my dreams.... my heart, my love my passion...everything stopped at that junction... i believed at that time ...that I was also a part of your dreams.......... but on another horrible day, you caught your way to Manhutton and I caught my way to California....since then our dreams have never met eacother... sometimes... i send my cares to the wind.. but the storm from mexico golf engulfs that wind.... thats all for now
the smell of soil is giving me an energy to think...to dream and to write. after nearly a month rain has again teased the Kathmandu...the alternative current of raindrops are flirting with the concrete jungle of kathmandu.... kathmandnu is likely to miss the rain again and again probably will be missing it by july.....
a new day of a new year has welcomed me , no i have welcomed the new year. year is new but the dreams are same, desires are same, the day the night, the stars above all are same,,,
A day off from office, I am fighting with the lazy day in my flat outside the ring road. Ring road is a 20 miles long road that surrounds this crowded city. It has also helped the expansion of the crowd of the city. Ring road has been a status symbol for the neo urban people of this city. So where do you live? Somebody would ask me. I would say sukedhara….hmm what dhara? Is it inside or outside ring road? People inside the ring road think there is no Kathmandu outside ring road. New people who want to settle in kathmandu or want to begin their business prefer to be not far from ring road,
1. I never use paid Antivirus: It’s not because that I can not afford them. But because I do not trust them. I believe free antivirus softwares are as powerful as the paid ones. Currently I am using Microsoft security essentials for my not “Genuine” windows 7 PC.
“तिमीलाई के गर्न मन लाग्छ ?”
त्यो दिन, त्यस अफिसमा हामी दुबै जनाको लागि पहिलो थियो। हाकिमले आफ्नो कोठामा बोलाएर मलाई सामान्य ब्रिफिङ गरेपछि आफ्नो लामो, कैलो कपाल दुई हातले सपक्क मिलाउँदै उ हाकिमको कोठामा छिरेको थियो। लामो, त्यसमाथि रङ्गाइएको सतिशको कपालले मलाई राम्रो इम्प्रेसन त दिएको थिएन। तर केही हप्तामै मलाई फर्स्ट इम्प्रेसन इज लास्ट इम्प्रेसन भन्ने कुरा गलत लाग्न थाल्यो। अफिसमा हाम्रो उमेरका अरु कोही नभएर पनि होला हामीले चिया खाने र गफिने साथीका रुपमा एक अर्कालाई नै देख्न थाल्यौं। बिस्तारै यो चिया–चौतारीमा मात्र सीमित भएन, अरु कसैलाई नभनिने कुरा हामीले एक अर्कालाई भन्न थाल्यौं। गफका विषयहरु प्राय महिला र तीनका शारीरिक बनौटका हुन्थे। र केही यहाँ लेख्न नमिल्ने खालका हुन्थे। एक दिन सतिशले ठूलै कुरा पत्ता लगाए झैं मेरो छेउमा आएर भन्यो, ‘भाइ अफिसमा त टन्नै नयाँ लड्कीहरु आउँदै छन् रे नि।’
मेरो गाउँ टाढा छ
तिमी आउँछु भन्यौ,
हिँड्न खोज्दा अल्मल्लेको त्यो बाटो कुन होला?
If you’d like to use your own design or photographs in appearance of your browser, that is much easier. All you need is two images; one for header(3000px width, 200px height) and another for footer(3000px wide, 100px height).
Well, It was hard to find the answer for a non-programmer like me. I was tired for googling it so many times and not getting the result. Honestly google does not have answer to this question. Then I came up with a idea of tweaking something in installation file. Hurrray!!! It worked. It is more simpler than you have expected. I will show you how….
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Since google previewed the OS in November and made the Chromium OS project public, many developers around the world have been building the Chrome OS. Some of them have already released it.
Google, today released Chromium Operating System open source Project. During an event at Google headquarters in California, engineers announced that users will have access to Chrome OS on late 2010.
You might have already known that my blog was off for more than one year. Finally I am able to have the same domain working. But you might have already surprised or sorrowed to see no previous contents. I used have free hosting in freehostia.com. Weeks ago they said that they were having some technical problems because of server migration. As their transfer of data completed, I was not able to log into my hosting control panel. I got the message that my account was suspended. I contacted them and tried to convince them that I was not involved in any activity that breaches the terms of use and causes account suspension. I hoped for weeks. They did not reply. I did not even have the backup of my database. Man learns by mistake. Though it was not my fault, I realized that we should have always backup of our database. So that we are not going to be the victim of such incidents.
