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संघियता , धर्म र शासकीय स्वरुप बारे जनमत संग्रहमा जाउँ। अहिले संघियतामा जानु जरुरीनै छैन । स्थानीय निकायको चुनाब गरौं , स्थानीय निकायलाई सबल , सुढृढ र बिकास बाहाक बनाउँ र चाहीए त्यहीबाट संघलाई समेटौं ।

अहिलेनै संघियतामा जानै परे, प्रदेशै पिच्छेको प्रहरीबल र सुरक्षा संयत्र त राख्दै हुँदैन। यो त केन्द्रीकृत नै हुनुपर्छ। नागरीकताको बारेमा पनि अझ कडा प्रवधान राखीनु पर्छ ।

हिन्दु राष्ट्र होइन कि हाम्रो देशलाई हिन्दु,बौद्ध र किराँतिहरुको साझा सनातन देश बनाउनु ठिक होला।

हामीलाई थाहा छैन ज्ञानेन्द्र , कमल थापा या बाबुरामको राजनैतीक अभिष्ट के हो भनेर । तर हिन्दु धर्मले ज्ञानको खोजी गर्छ , बुद्ध धर्मले चेतनाको पूजा गर्छ र किंरातीहरुको धर्मले माटो र प्रकृतीको पूजा गर्छ । यी धर्म या संसकृतीहरुमा हाम्रो ज्ञान , बिज्ञान र मनोबिज्ञान सबै समेटीएको छ । यो कुरालाई नजरअन्दाज गर्नु हाम्रो ठुलो भुल हुनेछ । हामीलाई हाम्रो कुराबाट बिमुख गराएर अरुको कुरा पढाउन र बुझाउन खोज्नु महामुर्खता हो ।

थारो गाईलाई सडकको बास र पाल्स्टीकको आश गराईदिएर र दाँत झरेको कुकुरलाई रक्त्ताम्भे पिटेर घरबाट लखेटेर भुस्याहको पास भिराईदिएर न त नेपालमा कहिल्यै धर्मको रक्षा नै हुन्छ न त कहिल्यै संबिधानमा उल्लेखीत समाजबाद नै आउँछ । यीनिहरुको नाममा पनि संबिधानको एउटा धारा खोलीदिए हुन्छ ।

किन जल, जमीन र प्राकृतीक स्रोत साधनबारे मौन छ प्रारम्भीक मस्यौदा ? सेनाको भुमीका के हो ? स्पष्ट छैन मस्यौदा ।

शिक्षामा स्वाभलम्बन र शिक्षाको अर्थतन्त्र बारे स्पष्ट कुरा खै त ? अतिरीक्त आवश्यकता भएका बालबालीकाको शिक्षाको चाँजोपाँजो बारे स्पष्ट कुरा खै त ? कृषीबारे ऐन नियमनै संबिधानमै हालेपछि अरु पनि महत्वपूर्ण बिषयको लागी स्थान खै त ? दिगो अर्थतन्त्रका लागि दिर्घकालीन पर्यटन बारे कुरा खै त ? चलचीत्र सम्बन्धी एउटा पनि कुरा नराखीनुले समाजीक , सांस्कृतीक र अन्तराष्ट्रीय सम्बन्धको ज्ञान मस्यौदा समितिलाई नभएजस्तो देखीन्छ ।

फेरी सबैभन्दा महत्वपूर्ण कुरा त , देशको सीमा र सीमानालाई सीमाबद्ध नगरीकन जारी गरीएको संविधान दासताको दस्ताबेज मात्र हुनेछ । त्यसले दिर्घकालीन रुपमा हामी नेपालीको मनोबिज्ञान र आत्म स्वाभीमानलाई अझ थिलोथिलो पार्नेछ । समृद्धी होईन कि पछौटेपन हाम्रो पहिचान बन्नेछ ।

चाहे सीमापार यौनदासीका रुपमा बेचीएका नेपाली चेली हुन् या अरबको खाडीमा बन्धकी जस्तै बाँधीएका नेपाली श्रमीक हुन् या लुटीएको नेपाली सीमाना होस् ; उनीहरुलाई देशको सीमाना भित्र ल्याएर गोलबद्ध नगरेसम्म र संबिधानको यो सहीछापमा उनीहरुलाई चार किल्लाको साक्षी नराखेसम्म , जारी गरीएको संविधानले केवल हाम्रो दासता मोह गाउने छ । बैरीहरु अझै हाँस्ने छन् ।

संविधान जारी गर्न त्यती हतार गर्नु जरुरीनै छैन । ६ महिना ढिलो गर्दा पनि केही फरक पर्नेवाला छैन । पिडित र कतै हराएका यी नेपालीहरुलाई पनि देश फिर्ति गराउँ र उनीहरुको पनि सुझाब सल्लाह लिएर संविधानको यो दस्ताबेजलाई अगाडी बढाउँ । नत्र जारी गरीएको संविधान दासताको दस्ताबेज मात्र हुनेछ ।

यो डाक्टर ६०१ ले लेखेको नेपालको संबिधान बारेको प्रारमभीक शोधपत्र या भनौ थेसीसले सय पूर्णाँकमा मात्र ४७ अंक पाउने भयो । भुलसुधार गरेर ल्याएमा ७२ सम्म ल्याउन सक्छ ।

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Honey! Money!

Honey! Money! 

Bright skin, but cold eyes!
You are there and your lies!
Love to praise!
But tell the truth!
Honey! Money!

I am not that funny!
Ha! Ha! Ha!

Won't praise you, won't ease you!
As you are longing I seduce you!
Love to praise!
But tell the truth!
Honey! Money!
Am a Poet!
Not your man Funny! Bunny!
Ha! Ha! Ha!

 Naomi, Ella, Bella, Angela
Whatever name you tell!
Selfin, Rosse, Donna, Merkel 
Whatever they call!
Hide the truth or, 
Polish the old skin boot!
Love to praise!
But tell the truth, 
Honey! Money!
Histrionic, Narcissistic or Dissociative Identity!
Please give your clarity!
Ha! Ha! Ha!

Attention, admiration!
It's how you enjoy flirtation!
Love to praise!
But tell the truth!
Honey! Money!
Deduce self love, raise empathy!
And cut exploitation!
May be then you attain salvation!
Uh! Ah! Ha!

Date: 24 and 25 May 2012

For solving Narcissistic or Histrionic or Borderline Personality Disorders

My motto: One step ahead, everyday.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

This is first day at his new school and the foremost day at grade ten. Jeweled with a new version of charm and confidence, Aakash is seen gushing with smiles. He tries to enchant everybody with it. Without his specks he looks strange than ever. Freaky and peppy he appears.

He introduces himself to his new classmates. Some friends welcome him with excited handshakes and other with certain suspicion in their eyes.

The time is divided and is suspicious.

Yet everyone seems enjoyed welcoming a new companion.

As the school bell rings at sharp 10, the hustle- bustle inside the school premises suddenly recedes. Then enters their class teacher of Shakespearean hair style having a strongly buildup body.

He is present with an arrogant charm, as what everyone sense.

“Good mor………ning Sirrrrrrrrrrrrr!”

The class greets in a dull manner like that of Grade 2 students.

“Good morning, my students.” The teacher responds in a commanding voice full of energy.

“Well many new faces here, let them be introduced with me. Hey man! One facing backward! Be straight. What’s your name?”

He is probably a new student and was exchanging his companionship with the oldies. Listening to the roaring call he looses his confidence and then stammers,

“I ….am Shiii…va Sir.”

The teacher retaliates in his husky voice, “Shiivaa! Shiva, what?”

“Ka…ka Kailash.”

Aakash imitates. Everyone chuckles at his remarks. Shiva goes stunned. Everyone looks at this impersonator.

“Who’s that scoundrel? Hey you are the one!”

The teacher marks at Aakash.

“You! The one. Yes. Stand up and tell me why and what are you imitating? Are you some joker? What do you want to prove, you smarty? Don’t you know it’s rude to imitate someone’s disabilities?”

Everyone holds up their breath as Chettri goes red.

The moment gets jammed in the space. Silence wrap up every corner of the class room.

“Come to the front. Hold up your ears, kneel down and act chicken,” he orders.

Petrified for a moment, he initiates to carry out the order. Suddenly, what he assumes, he appeals in a feeble voice, “Sir! We are too big to be chickens, can’t there be other options?”
“No.” The teacher goes furious.

“Ku khuri kan!” He enacts as if a cock.

“What the hell are you here for? Don’t infuriate me again. Kneel down properly. You need not to be a rooster otherwise I will roast you and eat you. Be a chicken. Chicken!” he orders.

Aakash follows the order. The energy that is reflected in his eyes gushes with mischief.

“Well I am your Chettri Sir.” Mr. Chettri writes his full name Rajendra Chettri in the black board. Then he continues-

“And I would be teaching you Chemistry. I am of clear opinion that if you want your feelings to be respected, you should respect that of others too. A must to have quality of a noble man. Anyone violating this rule will definitely get punishments of these kinds.”

His opinion seals the lips of every student. No one dares to question his opinion in difference nor dares anyone to giggle.

“I am your class teacher. As my student you should be abide my rules.”

He stops for a while and then peeks to know weather the students are paying attention to him.

“You should be punctual. Neatness and tidiness in your dress sense, behaviour and character is my demand. Being well disciplined and respectful to your teachers and elders helps you to learn the old processes to make the new ones. The fourth and last thing is you must be quiet and attentive while I take the lessons. No side talks and no whispers. Do you copy?”

“Yes Sir.”

The class endorses it with a loud, energetic harmony of cheer as like that of recruit in the military training camp.

An Aakash stand up from his position and articulates, “Sir, I am a new student here. I am not acquainted to your rules. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone or Shiva. I was making some jesting for my new mates. My act is not punishable if you realize that we are in the learning process. We can understand things if you state clearly. As what you already said, ‘one should understand other feelings for you to be understood’. I think you will forgive me for this first mistake. I assure you not to repeat it again.”

Aakash pleads convincingly. But as his behaviour, Chettri reacts,

“You think a lot smarty and move your mouth even more than that. Hunh! Huh?”

“You are not here to advise, you are here to study,” he adds.

“Well now get to your seat and don’t repeat this act from now. Apologize Shiva.”

“I am sorry Shiva.”

Aakash apologizes. Shiva nods his eyes in agreement of forgiveness.

“Well students we are starting organic chemistry from today. This is the first lesson, about the structure of Carbon.”

Chettri lowers his tone.

By: Raj Basyal (to be continued...)

My motto: One step ahead, everyday.

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.

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

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.