"Unheard melodies are sweeter than heard melodies"- Keats
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हाम्रै समाजमा पनि झमक घिमिरेका जीवन कथा पढ्ने हो भने हामिलाई थाहा हुन्छ समाजले उनको सारीरिक अपाङ्गतालाई कसरि हेर्छ र स्वयं झमक घिमिरेले कसरि हेर्छिन। उनको किताब “जीवन काँडा कि फुल” मा कतै उनि लेख्छिन “मैले आफ्नो सरिरलाइ ऐना मा हेरे, मेरा आफ्नै स्तन नियाले र आफैलाई धेरै सुन्दर पाएँ” यस्तै, यस्तै । एउटि अपाङ्गता भएकी महिलालाई नेपाली समाजले हेर्ने दृष्टिकोण भन्दा फरक उनको त्यो विचार र भावना बेग्लै र व्यक्तिगत यौनिकता र पहिचान संग जोडिएको छ।
“Who the hell are you?” they said. Finally, I swore on them and they shut their mouths up. I felt so powerful. When the bus’s last station came and it halted to a complete stop, all passengers got off, we also got off from the bus only to discover someone from behind hit me so hard on my head that the whole town whirled around my head.
Gradually the opened window pulled me to the world outside where a couple of lovers, I suppose, were going around the Baudha gumba, reminding me of the barren life…
Holding on to whatever part they can grasp, ear, tail, hoof or head, the men start to tear the goat apart. Gripped with the fever of ripping apart the animal, even biting it, the men are oblivious to its cries of shock and pain.
He holds corruption, groupism, and sycophancy responsible for most of the ills the nation is suffering from. With his constant tirades against nearly everything under the sun, Thakur reminds me of a character, Krishna, in RK Narayan’s novel, The English Teacher, in many ways.
I cannot let go of his sight. His spontaneous song spills over on the themes of betrayed lovers, tragedy of common man and the story of Ramayana, Mahabharata and Muna Madan. I listen to each of them in awe and curiosity and cannot control the tears rolling down my cheeks.
नेपालमा निजी जीवनका कुरा र तिक्तता पोख्ने थलो बनेको छ, सामाजिक सञ्जाल ।
मैले निर्णय गरे म लेखकनै बन्छु। मेरो पत्रकार हुने चाहाना पनि थोर बहुत पुरा हुन्छ । किनकि म लेख्छु। आफ्नै ब्लगमा लेख्छु। भिड्यो बनाउछु आफ्नै ब्लगमा हाल्छु। लेख्छु, नेताको बारेमा लेख्छु, जनताको बारेमा लेख्छु, उनीहरुको आवाजको बारेमा लेख्छु, झुपडीको बारेमा लेख्छु, मनमा लागेको कुरा लेख्छु । अब आफ्नै देश नेपाल फर्केर लेख्छु।
म त भन्छु छोरा पाउनु भाग्य हो भने छोरी पाउनु सौभाग्य । जुन घरमा छोरी छैनन् त्यो घर हरेक चाडवाडमा सधै उराठलाग्दो नै हुन्छ । दिदिबैनी भएको घरको रौनक छुट्टै हुन्छ । तिज,तिहार जस्ता चाडवाडमा कति उज्यालो हुन्छ चेलीबेटी भान्जाभान्जीले घर । छोरा पाउनेले सँसार जित्ने र छोरी पाउनेले हार्ने भन्ने फुपुका कुरालाई एकैछिन गमे । यत्तिकैमा सुतीरहेकी मेरी छोरी उठी ,उसलाई हेरे मलाई भने संसारै जितेझै भयो ,मायाले आलिँगन गरे अनि लागे मेरी छोरी स्याहार्न ।
