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so happy to get back wid my blog  after sucha long break...

A new heart is coming into existence....

   It's all different now.The sorrow is different and the joy is different.I do not know anything, of course!I do not understand what it is I live by and I can't express my feelings in words!said mother.
   This is the way it ought to be !Because, mark you,mother dear,,a new heart is growing up in life.All hearts are smitten in the conflict of interests,all are consumed with a blind greed,eaten up with envy,stricken,wounded and dripping with filth,falsehood and cowardice.All people are sick;they are afraid to live;they wander about as in a mist.Everyone feels only his own toothache.But lo,and behold! Here is a man coming and illuminating life with the light of reason and he shouts:Oh,ho!you straying roaches!It's time,high time,for you to understand that all your interests are one,that everyone has the need to live,everyone has desire to grow!The Man who shouts this is alone and therefore he cries aloud;he needs comrades,he feels dreary in his loneliness,dreary and cold.And at his call the staunch hearts unite into one great,strong heart,deep and sensitive as a silver bell not yet cast.And hark!this bell rings forth the message...'Men of all countries,unite into one family!Love is the mother of life not hate!'My brothers!I hear this  message sounding through the world!
     When I lie in bed at night or am out walking alone-everywhere I hear this sound and my heart rejoices.And the earth too-i know it- weary of injustice and sorrow,rings out like a bell,responding to a call and throbs benignly,greeting the new Sun arising in the breast of Man.
      Do you know/There is still much suffering in store for the people, much of their blood will yet flow,squeezed out by the hands of greed;but all that-all my suffering ,all my blood is small price for that which is already stirring in my breast,in my mind,in the marrow of my bones!I am already rich,as a star is rich in golden rays.And I will bear all,I will suffer all because there is within me a joy which no one,which nothing can ever stifle!In this joy there is a world of strength!

Mother - Maxim Gorky

    You know,sometimes you have a wonderful feeling living in your heart.It seems to you that wherever you go,all men are comrades;all burn with one and the same fire;all are merry;all are good.Without words they all understand one another;and no on wants to hinder or insult the other.No one feels the need of it.All live in unison but each heart sings its own song.And the songs flow like brooks into one stream,swelling into a huge river of bright joys,rolling free and wide down its course.And when you think that this will be-that it cannot help being if we so wish it-then the wonder-struck heart melts with joy.You feel like weeping-you feel so happy.
     And when you wake up and look around,you see it's all filthy and cold.All are tired and angry,human life is all churned up like mud on a busy highway and trodden under foot.
     Yes,it hurts,but you must-you must distrust man;you must fear him and even hate him!Man is divided,he is cut in two by life.You'd like only to love him;but how is it possible?How can you forgive a man if he goes against you like a wild beast,does not recognize that there is a living soul in you ,and kicks your face- a human face!You must not forgive.It's not for yourself that you mustn't.I'd stand all the insults as far as I myself am concerned but I don't want to show indulgence for insults.I don't want to let them learn on my back how to beat others.
    I must not forgive anything that is evil,even though it does not hurt!I'm not alone in the world.If I allow myself to be insulted today-may be I can afford to laugh at the insult,maybe it doesn't sting me at all but having tested his strength on me,the offender will proceed to flay someone else the next day!That's why one is compelled to discriminate between people,to keep a firm grip on one's heart and to classify mankind-these belong to me,those are strangers.
     It's so plainly evident that it's downright ridiculous-simply because men don't stand on an equal footing.Then let's equalize them,put them all in one row!Let's divide equally all that's produced by the brain and all that's made by the hands.Let's not keep one another in the slavery of fear and envy,in the thralldom of greed and stupidity!

Pinching the Inches...

Your ego is too big for you to pick up the phone and call me,
so is mine!
This tension between us,
could be some mis-spoken words
or some misunderstood thoughts,
neither you bothered to clear the air nor did I..
Your voice is too precious for you to spare on me and talk,
so is mine!
      
This friction between black and white,
all there is left are choices;
choices to be made between right and wrong..
sick and tired I am as  you are,
is it you getting weak or am I being strong?
Surprising! when did we declared this race between us?
if you are already running to win
then my feet are too blowing some dust!
Your victory is too must for you to hold on and wait for me,
so is mine!

Then again,this mixture of bitter and sweet,
you love and I hate
all your luck and my fate!
ah! this cloudy rain blocking our way
must be something I did
or something you said!
Your love and hate is too confusing for you to come into my arms,
so is mine!

Amusing it is as annoying too!
this circle of getting and loosing
love to hate or hate to love,
halt to run or run to stop!
So noisy,pulling and pushing of this chain,
crushing all out to dust
everything vanishes in between but not this pain..
never ending this process,you hold and I release
getting pleased and being pissed..
Your pride is too tall and high for you to jump and see the other side,
so is mine!

All these sensation must be burning you inside,
your heart might be crying,so is mine!
This lethal silence is tearing us apart,
you soul might be dying,so is mine!
your love might be lying,
I guess,so is mine....so is mine!


            

  
    

राजनैतीक मुल्य र मन्यताका खोक्रा पगरी गुथेका समाजका यी धमिरहरुलाई निम्ट्यान्न पार्ने औषधी के?

लेखक रमेश बिकलद्वारा रचित उपन्यास 'सागर उर्लन्छ सगरमाथा छुन'
मा कृष्णराजा नामक एक सह नायक हैइनरिख नामक मुख्य पात्र लाई भन्दै -
         टाढा बाट हेर्दा सुर्यको प्रकाशमा काँचको  टुक्रो पनि हीराजस्तै चम्क्न्छ।सगरमाथाको शिखर पनि घाममा  चम्क्न्छ र टाढा बाट हेर्दा अत्यन्त मनमोहक सुनको गजुरझै लाग्छ;चाँदीको पर्वतझै टल्क्न्छ। तर त्यसको नजिक पुगेपछी जब हीउँले हातखुट्टाका का औँला झारिदिन्छ, त्यसक  भयङ्कर भीरहरु मान्छेका चिहान बन्छन अनी थाहा हुन्छ यसको असल ,सक्कली अनुहार कस्तो हुन्छ।तपाई र तपाईजस्ता भावुक विदेशीहरु  मेरो देशको जुन सुन्दर, शान्त र विशाल व्यक्तित्व देख्नु हुन्छ,त्यो अहिले त टाढा बाट काँच हीरझैं टल्केजस्तो मात्र भएको छ। नजिकबाट हेर्दा यसको सुन्दर्,शान्त र भव्यतालाई भित्रभित्रै धमिराले खोक्राइसकेको वा मुसाले खोक्राइसकेको थाहा हुन्छ।ती मुसा र धमिरा हुन यस देशको भ्रस्ट प्रशासन,पतनशील सत्ता र त्यस सत्ताद्वारा पोशित देश र समाजका घातक  तत्व,अनी तिनैका छत्रछाया मुनी पलिएका जुम्राहरु।

 

"तिमी सजिलैसँग भन्छौ - तँ शिक्षित सचेत नारी"

इलेनले दीर्घ नि:श्वास छोडेर भनी-
     "यहाँको समयभन्दा संस्कार बलवान  छ,सामाजिक न्याय र मुलुकको आवश्यकताभन्दा शास्त्र बलवन छ।त्यसैले यहाँ मुलुकी ऐन र विद्वानहरुको भाषान - प्रव्चन, राजनीतिको नारामा नारिलाई जतिसुकै स्वतन्त्रत,समान अधिकार प्राप्त भए पनि व्यवहारमा त अविवहित छौन्जेल बाबुको अधिनम,विहेपछी लोग्नेको पैतालामुनी र बुढी भएपछी छोराहरुको दयामा हुन्छे नारि।त्यसैले म जतिसुकै सचेत र शिक्षिता भए पनि म बाबुको अधिनमा बाँच्न विवश छु।नत्र कलंकीनी ठह्रिन्छु।"  - सागर उर्लन्छ सगरमाथा छुन (रमेश बिकल)
                     Each page I turn up and turn down, the boundaries of situations,the helplessness of characters and the dark and torn reality of the society hidden beneath  the pretty faces are giving me a spine chilling shocks.And each time I feel that  chill running through my vein I couldn't stop admiring the simplistic yet very artistic way the writer have reveled  the true and torturous side of a certain era;the era where no mind was free by birth,no soul was superior by its capability and no dreams were per-suable enough unless you take birth on certain hirarchial circle with certain family names to back you up. And again it made me think harder that according to some bulky history books we may have gone way pass that era now but have we thrown that rotten culture out of our house yet?have we really adapted the change in our family circle yet?Are we( especially women at our homes) free by birth now,are our souls now considered equally pure now,are we free to think and free to dream yet???  If you have the answer please,do tell me!    
                                                                                
                

Between Me n U....

its not ur words dat hurts me most,
its ur intensions!
its not ur ignorance dat makes me cold,
its ur unwillingness to understand!
heard u hurling so many curses at me,
but damn,still can't say i hate u cuz i don n i neva wil
seen u laughing so many times at my feelings,
but damn,still can't throw u outta ma hrt n don think i eva wil
its not this distance dat makes me cry,
its dis unbearable pain u create wen m near
its not ur anger dat scares me most,
its dis feeling dat in d end
i may not mean anything to u at all..