Monday, July 13, 2009

Chapter 2- Khushi: In the line of sorrows



Chapter 2

“Well, tell me what happened?” Sandesh inquires.
“As you know last Friday was our parents’ day. I had invited you be there,” Aakash reminds with hostility in his eyes.



“Well sorry dude, I couldn’t attend your request. You well know that, in the mean time I had to take my mother to the hospital. She was critically ill. Complaints of backache. Well didn’t you read my SMS,” Sandesh clarifies. Aakash just nods.


“Then?”
“I had participated in the music contest.”
“As always you stood there first, I know.” Sandesh was positive and excited.
“After that?”
“And I was invited along with my parents to the stage to receive the honor and medal.”


“So?” Suddenly, a feel of distress emerges in Sandesh’s eyes as he anticipates something unwanted would have occurred.


“Both of them arrived at the stage, kissed me. I received the medal for music. But while receiving the trophy for the best student they jostled with each other to get that trophy. All of the students in the auditorium laughed. The chief guest was embarrassed too. I could sense that in his eyes.”
“Disgusting.”


“Your parents are a peculiar example. Can’t they mask their dispute for some time being for the sake of joy of their only child? Haven’t they been reared up with good manners? I don’t know about you. But I don’t like your parents.”


Bewildered; he looks at his dear friend. Two drops of tear emerge out to wet his eyes and relief him from the intense pain. He can’t defend, he knows.


“Why don’t you revive your grieves with happiness? Why don’t you try to wipe down your wet eyes for forever? Why don’t you?” hardens Sandesh. His eyes blush with intense anger for the helplessness of his friend and the situation that has been created. Nothingness exists there for a while. Both know that the other care for him.


“Yes I will try. I have changed my previous school.” Aakash becomes firm.

“I won’t let people mock me with mine sufferings. And at least I don’t want to be broken. I have admitted for class 10 at the Miracle academy.” His determination is reflected in his eyes.
“Ha! It’s not the answer. Changing the school, friends and mentors changes the dimensions of your misery. It is not the solution to the misery that has rooted deep within you. Emerge out man! Out from envelope of the sorrows which you think they are affectionate and only for you. They are just fallacies. It is the sharing of happiness and division of grieves is what you make you complete. We need a view to see this relative world. If we are happy, the world seems happy.”


Quiet a sensible and practical piece of advice.

By: Raj Basyal


My motto: One step ahead, everyday.





Saturday, July 11, 2009

Chapter 1- Khushi: In the line of sorrows

Chapter 1

Cheerless, he walks along the street. It is paved with blue stones.

Days are gone and were the years but a tinge of happiness he desired for many years have never come. It seems he is enclosed in a basket full of anguish and grief, around the garden of roses where he can smell love and joy but can’t hold and pamper it. Anxious, he thinks the periphery around him has the scattered bliss and yet he is not able to feel it. Every material of him is furnished with sorrow, he nods. And this is what he is.


He lifts up his specks hastily and tries to enchant to condole himself singing his favorite.

Every morning whirls up in your garden.
Bringing your dreams in the wreath of flower.
Just vague and vain for me.
It comes bringing me, sorrows in solitude.”


Aakash speeds up. Up the horizon he notices clouds swaying. The black hue in these water pots relates – “It’s about to rain”. Yet the orange shadow in the dark sky hints a joyful lining and optimism. Uncertain, he accelerates his pace through the dark streets and finally reaches to a house surrounded by garden.

He knocks at the door. “Sandesh are you there?” Aakash calls up in a feeble voice.

“Are you there Sandesh? There you? Sandesh!”

“Who’s there?” a women voice inquires.

“I’m Aakash, aunty?”

“Oh! Aakash Babu. Come in. Sandesh is in his room,” she opens the door.

“Well long time no see. Where had you been?” she enquires in a gentle voice.

“Aunty I was busy in my studies. Quite after a long time, I am here” he replies.

“How isyour dad and mum? Where are they? ” She alters her tone as if she sympathizes.

“They are excellent aunty,” Aakash hastens his response.
My motto: One step ahead, everyday.
By: Raj Basyal

Friday, July 10, 2009

Khushi: In the line of sorrows

It’s me






It’s me. Yea! This is me.

I am the essence of life. The peace, patience and the poise, which I share through my blue appearance, is what I stand for. I, the symbol of vastness and enormity, have enveloped this world for million years. My job is to give life in breath. It would be better be known, who I am. Yep! I am the sky.

Yes, I am the beginning and the end. Every living matter needs space and I am the void. You need me every second, I know. Take me in and out to vigour your life. I furnish life and so I am the existence. Yep! I am the sky.

I am the life and the death. I monitor lives from this horizon. No doubt, I am to witness and safeguard it.

Each second I am there with your life, I get it closely knowing its causes, characters and psyche. I am rightly the integral part of your emotions. I am the emptiness where gravitation, attraction, distraction and induction of human emotions take place. Yes, I am the sky.

So can I be the narrator of a life? Yes! You would approve, I know.

Today, from within your proximity, I am telling about the existence, emotions and sentiments. I will detail you about Aakash, a name that reminds me of myself. His happiness and anguish, wants and desires, success and failure, simplicity and evilness is what you will comprehend.

I have watched this boy. He was happy when he was within me and not borne. Thereafter, I have always seen him wrapped in grieves. He knows no happiness. I lament being his custodian.

Now, be ready to hear what is happening to this young mans life.


By: Raj Basyal

My motto: One step ahead, everyday.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Synopsis- Khushi: In the line of sorrows


Dear friends,

I, Raj Basyal, am going to publish my first written novel "Khushi: In the line of sorrows" through this blog. I hope for your encouragement, reviews and healthy critics.


'I am a little child looking for nothing but happiness.' - Aakash

Khushi: In the line of sorrows 

Foreword

It was the year 2002 when I was a fresh high school graduate and had joined BSc. Microbiology at the Tri-Chandra College, Kathmandu Nepal. I had written few songs, poems, 2 science fictions and a short story. I was thinking about the prospect of writing a script so that I could tell stories as a filmmaker.

I thought about this story of teenage turbulence and the boy named Aakash who is in the quest for nothing but Khushi (Nepali word), the happiness. I was a science student and English is not my native language. My vocabulary and comprehensions were mediocre. I had studied Grammar English in High School which seems insufficient for literature English. But anyway, I ventured into this unknown territory of writing a novel cum script not in my native language Nepali but English.

Writing three years, from 2002 to 2005, I finished the first draft of a 42 page novelette named Khushi खुशी: In the Line of Sorrows. To tell you the truth, the content of the 1st draft was deemed OK for me but the language was very coarse and lacked any definite style. I was young and confident and had sustained some visual elements in this 40+ page draft. So I contacted some Nepali movie producers (2005 to 2007) but the meetings didn’t materialize. I gave it to a publication house (2007) but returned with a note to brush the content and language.

I had lost all the hope around this little effort by the year 2009. And all of sudden in the April of 2016, I started rewriting again. I had already completed my Masters Degree in Clinical Psychology, with few years of experiences as a lecturer and many years of experience as a Psychosocial Engineer, Clinical Psychologist, Therapist and Researcher. I had my own journey to backup my efforts.

The rationale behind rewriting is I wanted to share my knowledge about the beauty of life to the common people. There are already as many philosophers, scientists, authors, engineers, doctors and entrepreneur in this world but a common man understands their endeavor through simple stories crafted with the backdrops of history, contemporary society, politics and the individual liberty.

The story, set in the year 1999, trails up to the April of year 2000. This boy Aakash is in his journey for Happiness and Love in the backdrop of a broken family, a country at civil conflict, his volatile adolescence and one major academic assessment at stake, the SLC. The whole journey of turbulence is narrated in the winter-spring of the year 2000.

As an aspirant script writer, I have applied efforts to blend visual poetry in the novel through prose poetry, use of colours and descriptive scenario. The theme is gloomy but the colours are bright. Every chapter resonates like a short story. The characters are intended to be young adults but are way more intelligent. They are little less than adults. The novel is especially aimed at middle grade students to adults and even elders but has a universal appeal.

I am Raj Basyal from Nepal. A Psychosocial Engineer; I have been a storyteller, filmmaker, athlete, microbiology graduate and Lecturer of Psychology. Apart from Short Stories, Science Fictions, Songs, Poems, Course Books and this Novel (debut) I also have written a script - Fight Klub: भटमास, चिउरा, सेकुवा.

I am 37 and have done my Masters in Clinical Psychology (2007) from the Tribhuvan University, Nepal.

Synopsis
Khushi खुशी: In the Line of Sorrows (2017, Raj Basyal)
The story is set in winter-spring of the year 2000 but there are flashbacks. The backdrop is provided by many interweaving short stories.
                                                                                                                                                    
Even though the story has been told through the point of view of Aakash, the protagonist and the sky (meaning Aakash), as the narrator, the center of the drama is the story itself. Aakash is present here as the observer, narrator, offender and the victim of this conflicting home called "Pratap Kuti" where Rajesh Pratap and Seema Devi are his father and mother.

The alleged love marriage between Rajesh and Seema has not taken its momentum even after 20 years of marriage. They brawl everyday and it is Aakash to suffer. Although they live in the same house, they are physically and emotionally separated. The conflict at home has brought an emotional and spiritual vacuum his life. Love and happiness has been in his priority since long. He finds them outside his home but not in his life. Like any other teenagers he also fantasizes for an ideal family and caring and loving parents. He is eventually frustrated. He has grown to be an insecure person.

But while in the tenth grade in the school, in the year 1999, he sets a new outlook for life. He knows that sorrows have no beginning but sure have an end. He sets his quest for nothing but happiness.

He changes his school. As suggested by his best friend Sandesh, Aakash tries to be more optimistic. During this period he finds that life to be a beautiful game to play if we are able to lead it, otherwise when life leads us it’s just a nightmare.

The history, contemporary society, politics and the civil war has weaved many short stories and characters in the backdrop of the story. His friends are rebel, addicts, poets who project many faces of their growing to adulthood. Aakash is good at studies and is also an upcoming poet and musician.

Jhapate Dai, the butler of their aristocratic house, was the one who inculcated good virtues and humanistic presence in the life neglected by his own parents. He was like a father to him. The worst is this guardian has died leaving him to care for self. His best friend Sandesh Regmi, the other mentor and emotional support, is killed in a traffic accident in the first day of year 2000.

His life takes a turn; he fall for drug addiction. He experiences life in many forms and colours amidst four months left for his school leaving examination.

As the story progresses Aakash finds himself among many other stories of teenage turbulences. He friends are frustrated with their existence. They have attempted suicides. They are drowned in failed relationships. They are addict, they are rebellious. They are the victim of undesired pregnancies, abuses, depression, many types of addiction, confusion. Though they are not in warring zone but their present is marred by the Maoist Conflict (1996-2006.)

They also have the opportunity to assemble their life for better prospect but deny the prospect. There are many incidents in the neighbour which also impact his psyche.

These jumbles of untoward events escalate his dependency on drugs. He stops his search for eternal happiness, peace and starts to hunt for dope. He enters a circle of lads who are frustrated and destructive.  Due to his addiction many of his friends, schoolmates and neighbour rejects his company. Aakash walks aimlessly to meet people of different walks of life. He encounters their stories, wisdom and acknowledges that though wisdom is two dimensional, life is three dimensional. He understands the past of Mira, Sandesh's wife. He finds the cause to runaway kids. He concludes that he has a better life than theirs. He sees many reasons quitting drugs but there is no one to lend him emotional support required to unlearn those habits.

A series of event concludes. He is finally determined to kill to erase this long sufferings and unhappiness.
What happens thereafter is for you to read.
Khushi खुशी: In the Line of Sorrows (2017, by Raj Basyal)
Word count: 195000 +
Pages: 850+ Approximately (until revised)
Genre: Young Adult fiction/ Teenage Turbulence-Sociodrama/ Family Saga
Synopsis By: Raj Basyal