Snowflakes welcomed us no sooner did we reach there. A throng of tourists was clicking and capturing priceless and speechless beauty in camera, I was contemplating the journey back that we could have died any time like the bee. I felt so powerful, but that was a fragile feeling.
I looked back where I came from and I felt more responsible for why I came here and what I want to be. My courage was for good cause. My hope glimmered when I looked back and it was more for my career and my duty to the nation I came from than for personal material success that I found many of my friends were indulged in, and I felt sorry for the friends who suffered from selfishness, greed, and hypocrisy.
Reading a few paragraphs from my memoir “A Thatched House” I am working on.
हावा बाट बिजुली हररर
रेलमा कुद्ने भैयो सरररर
घर-घरमा ग्यास फररर
यति सुने पछि के चाहियो ?
खुसीले खुट्टा भुँई न भाँडामा
ओली माथि-माथि डांडामा
नेपालि जनता सधै खाल्डामा
रमाइरहने भए घिउ र डाल्डामा ।
The dust remains the same. The proliferation of plastic bags choking gaps between houses and in gullies and roads has increased. Positive steps such as using cloth instead of plastic bags in stores is I am sure making a difference, but the beautiful landscape is marred and marked by this worldwide disease of disposable plastic which is anything but disposable. Why is there no organized government collection of refuse? This is a question that haunted me in 2010 and still troubles me.
“Because Dhido builds up your muscles,” he said, swallowing Dhido in such a way that I could clearly see the lump going down his gullet as his Adam’s apple moved up and down. My mother chuckled hearing my father’s explanation. My sister started having fun trying her best to swallow Dhido, saying, “Dada, dada, brother, look at here I swallowed it.” I imitated them with the hope that I would make my muscles strong but the lump-like Dhido got stuck in my throat.
हेर्दा उस्तै देखिने यी तिम्ल्याहाको कुरा बहुत अचम्मको छ। काम बिगार्छ एउटा, झापड खान्छ अर्को। तिनै जनाको बिहा भैसकेको छ । त्यो पनि रोचक छ। ल यो भिडियो हेर्नुहोस ।
The roof flew off. The rice recently harvested and stored in a spare room toppled over and hid underneath the debris. A cow in the barn got hit by flying splinters of wood and died.
“जतिबेला म तिमीसँग हुन्थे, तिमिसँग बोल्थे मेरो देह र आत्मामा प्रकृतिको संगित सुन्थे, चराचुरुङ्घीको चिरविर सुन्थे, मयुरको ताण्डव देख्थे, कोपिलाहरु फूल बनि फक्रिन थाल्थे, पानी परेर आकास खुल्ला हुन्थ्यो, मैलो हट्थ्यो , शरिरमा प्रेमको उर्जा भरिएर आउथ्यो, जीवनमा बसन्त आएर रँगिन हुन्थ्यो , सुवासमय हुन्थ्यो, सायद त्यो महशुस न मलाई कुनै ध्यानले दिन सक्थ्यो न तिमिसँगको शारिरिक सहवासले नै । मैले कहिल्यै कल्पना पनि गर्न सक्दिनथे अझै सकिरहेको छैन कि मेरो तिमिसँगको प्रेम तिमिले गरेको ध्यान भन्दा कसरी ठूलो हुन्छ”?