#poems #bhupiSerchan #nepali
#poems #bhupiSerchan #nepali
#poems #bhupiSerchan #nepali
जीउँदो हुँदा बाजेको खुट्टा चिसो हुन्थयो भनेर
श्राद्धमा बाजेकोलागि दुई जोर मोजा छुट्टाए जस्तै,
मेरो फलानो कामना शिद्ध होस् भनेर,
मन्दिरमा नरिवल फुटाए जस्तै-
फुर्सदको दिन, शनिबार अक्सर
साईत जुराएर निस्कने लस्कर-
यो जुग जागेको हो कि जुर्मुराएको?
कि यसले कर्मकाण्डको विधी मात्र पुराएको?
अन्याय भो, न्याय देऊ
अपराध भो, सजाय देऊ
का नारा, पुकार र चित्कारहरु,
आदर्श र चेतनाका, अरु ठूला विचारहरु
जब सडकमा छताछुल्ल हुन्छ,
मेरो मनमा एककिसिमको रनभुल्ल हुन्छ-
यो सब सकिएपछि
घर गएर, ढोका लाएर, खाना खाएर, ओछ्यान मिलाएर
मस्त सुत्ने हो भने अर्को शनिबारसम्म
हामिलाई देशकोलागि केही गरेम् भन्ने सन्तुष्टी त मिल्ला-
निर्मलाको आत्मालाई शान्ति मिल्दैन।
मुगलिङ नारायनघाट सडकखण्डमा
पहिरोले गाडी थुनिँदा,
कान्लाको काँक्रो महँगोमा बिके जस्तै
कसैको व्यकतिगत दुर्घटनामा,
हाम्रो सृजनशीलता बिक्छ भने- त्यो गलत हो।
जब बिषय भन्दा चर्चा चर्को हुन्छ,
जब मुद्दा एउटा, बहस अर्को हुन्छ
त्यो गलत हो।
त्यसैले बन्द गर यो रुन्चे कविता- यो व्यापार शब्दको,
यो कलमले आशुँ चुहाउन, अतिरञजना स्तब्धको
यो युद्द हो, र युद्द जितिन्न
गीत गाएर, बाजा बजाएर
दिवंगतको तस्विर सिंगारेर/सजाएर
यो युद्द हो-
त्यसैले शार्दुलबिक्रिडित छन्दमा न्याय माग्न छोड अब,
किनकी न्याय न ओलिको सरकारले दिने हो
न भोलिको सरकारले दिने हो।
काप्चामा लुकाएर राखेकोछ न्यायमूर्तीले न्याय कतै
अब ईन्शाल्लाह खोसेर लिने हो !
Two years ago, even before you announced candidacy for the president of United States of America, I lived in a little village of western Nepal, where I shared kitchen with a Peace Corps volunteer from your country. I explained to him why I felt lucky to have been born in Nepal, as ours is a country still in making and our opinions and actions can make a difference in shaping its future. Unlike USA, where a system already in existence is so concrete and rigged that it is impossible for a common man’s voice to be heard.
Rigged in a sense that elections, federal or presidential, cost lots of money and are paid for by the groups with special interests. These groups, who represent the top ten percent of America’s economy, who are worth as much as bottom ninety percent, have such a favorable system in place that they get richer everyday while ordinary people struggle to place decent meals in their plates, let alone affordable healthcare or higher education for their children. Most of the new income goes into the pockets of top one percent. Fifty percent of those that manage to go to colleges come out in heavy debts. Out of three black kids, one has a lifetime chance of getting into prison. Veterans do not get basic health services.
Wall Street that helped create the financial crisis of 2008 was bailed out by taxpayer’s money, because it was ‘too big’ to fail. Only that it emerged through the crisis 8o percent bigger, while millions of Americans lost their jobs and houses. Because Wall Street contributes hefty in election campaigns. So do fracking fossil fuel companies and climate change becomes a nonissue. NRA pays, so they do not talk about gun control. Pharmaceuticals are okay to sell drugs at prices hundreds times higher than production cost. Corporations can outsource works, evade taxes, and underpay. As long as they donate to the super PACs.
I did not believe there was a maikelaal who could challenge such a sophisticated system.
But you proved me wrong. A rare social democrat, you have managed to contest this nomination depending entirely on the money raised through individual donations, from person to person. Who could be voice of a common man, if not you?
At 71, you are the oldest candidate ever to stand in US presidential elections, ironically the one with most progressive, borderline radical, ideas. And this has appealed to the younger population, so much that you have won the majority of votes of people aged 45 or younger, in every state contested. This is a big leap from generation who grew up reading ‘Animal Farm’ in their high schools. Now they have flirted with the idea of socialism.
A Jew that can criticize Israel
Jews are the most persecuted community throughout history. But Israel’s recent responses to Palestinian aggression have been way too disproportionate. Killing hundreds of children in Gaza, destroying schools and hospitals to retaliate misfiring Hamas rockets is not fair. Most US politicians see this as Israel’s right to defend itself, but you call spade a spade. Treating Palestinians right, with respect and dignity is the primary step in attempting to solve this chronic conflict.
Why do I care?
Why do I care if Trump builds walls or Bernie makes bridges?
I see things happening in this world that are beyond my comprehension. Hundreds of girls get kidnapped in Nigeria, we can’t do a thing about it. I don’t understand, why. Why can’t we stop thousands of European fighters, the likes of Big Johh from flocking to Middle East for Jihad, or stop them from coming back with terrorist intents and skills? Why thousands from North Africa embark a treacherous journey to Europe in little boats, to drown, to end up in destitute camps in places they are not welcome, or simply get sent back? Why can’t we make their homelands safer and livable?
Proxy wars between big nations fought in poorer countries, cost hundreds of lives every day, unmourned and unnoticed, while we je suis Charlie in most poignant way, is in itself very poignant. European and American lives should not be worth more than that of a Syrian, or a Rohinga, or a Libiyan.
The burden of world peace lies in the shoulders of world leaders. Now the time has come when these leaders of conflicting interests sit down together and make a commitment on common values, not necessarily democratic, but based on principles of humanity and fairness. And actively pursue those agenda- strategically or militarily. We have to dismantle wrong governments, belligerent groups and radicals, who have thrived on conflicts. Terrorists may hide and run but what about the factories that make weapons?
In response to the recent Orlando shooting, you said it was more of a problem with lack of gun control, than radical Islam. I totally agree. Applying same logic, modern terrorism is more a consequence of easy and perpetual availability of weapons of war than religious fanaticism.
Changes do not come from barrel of guns
My country had a decade long civil war, bloody and devastating at many levels. It was for a change, they said but we live essentially the same life. Same crooked leaders, and same crappy living situation.
We saw Arab spring. From Tunisia to Libiya to Egypt to Syria. These recent conflicts have made lives much more miserable for the people than it was already.
But you have started a revolution in USA, effectively challenged the establishment and proved that voice of a common man can be heard, without hurting a soul. Changes come when educated, young people decide that the existing system is not working and not destroy it by force or conflict but by simply challenging it and forcing it to change. That seems like a very good idea. Lets call it Bernism.
Hillary Clinton would not do very bad as a president herself, now that she has engaged herself in the dialogues of equality and righteousness. But she when it came to the question of minimum wage, she was happy with 12 dollars an hour. You demanded 15. That sums up the difference.
Dr. Chirayu Regmi,
Resident MD, Internal Medicine
(This article was posted in this blog when democratic contest for presidential nominee was still on, was taken down temporarily with hopes of publication in some national daily- that they wanted a fresh article. But they failed to do. And the article is back in its rightful place)
हुइङ्केर एउटा गाडी आयो,
बटुवालाई दियो ठक्कर,
भीत्र कोहि करायो- ‘अल्लाह हु अकबर’
त्यो रात भूमध्य सागरको पूर्वीतटमा
स-सम्मान नगर परिक्रमा गर्यो- दुइटा यहुदीको लाशले,
आत्मघाती चालकलाई झन्डा ओढायो, अर्कोतिर हमासले।
न कसैको हित भो, न कसैको जित भो
तर जे भो, राष्ट्रियता सहित भो,
त्यसैले दिवंगत तीनैजनालाई
घोषणा शहिद भो !
मैले कसबलाई शहिद भन्नेहरु देखेको छु,
मैले आत्मबलका खातिर लाश, गन्नेहरु देखेको छु,
शहिद तँ को होस्?
क्याम्बोडियाको म्युजियममा खचाखच भरिएको खोपडी होस्?
कि गुजरातको दंगामा जलाइएको अब्दुल मिंयाको झोपडी होस्?
बिस्फोटमा पड्किएर टुक्रा टुक्रा, जिहादीको शरीर होस्,
कि अरुहरुकै युद्धमा स्वर्ग जाने, गोर्खाली बीर होस्?
अनार्य होस् कि, हिटलरले मारेको?
कि शुभास चन्द्र बोस, कसैले गाएब पारेको?
तँ तुत्सी होस् कि हुतु होस्,
तँ नुएर होस् कि दिन्का?
कि त सँधै उत्सर्गमा तल्लिन,
सेनाले मारेको माओबादी होस् कि,
माओबादीले मारेको सेना होस्,
या जनता होस्, क्रस फायरमा भेटिएको,
कि मुक्तिनाथ होस्, खम्बामा बाँधेर रेटिएको?
आफैमा आगो सल्काएर,
भुतभुताउदै मर्ने दलाइ लामाका चेला होस् की,
आफ्नै छाती ठोकी हिड्ने, अशुराको मेला होस्?
तँ रोहिंगा होस् कि राष्ट्रहिन,
या राजा बिरेन्द्र, सत्तासीन?
तँ बामियानको बुद्ध होस्?
पेशावर मात्रै होस् कि तँ
वजरिस्थान सुद्ध होस्?
तँ कश्मिर भए,
क्वेटा पनि त होलास,
सिमानाको उता भए तँ,
यता पनि त होलास !
तँ सुन्नी होस् कि सिया होस्?
तँ मुजिब होस् कि जिया होस्?
राजीव गान्धी कि प्रभाकरण,
तँ हामी जस्तै होस् कि,
अलि छुट्टै, असाधारण?
तँ झिल्का होस्,
जसको उज्यालोले निदाई रहेको समाज जाग्छ-
तेरो मृत्युले बाँचेकाहरुलाई-
यथास्थितीको क्रूरता बताउँछ
र परिवर्तनकालागि प्रेरित गर्छ।
त्यहि त हो तात्पर्य?
तैले मरेर फ़ुट्दैन पहाड, बन्दैन बाटो।
सडक दुर्घटनामा परेर मर्नेहरुले यदि,
देशलाई सडक सुरक्षाको प्रेरणा मिल्छ भने,
त्यो पनि शहिद हो।
तर मृत्युसंग अभ्यस्त भैसकेको समाजमा,
बरु गढ़िमाईको राँगो शहिद होला,
तँ शहिद होइनस,
फगत एउटा संख्या होस्, कागजमा एउटा अंक-
मुख्य समाचारको सानो अंश भन्दा बढी तेरो महत्व छैन
शहिद दिवसको भोलिपल्ट बढारिने,
मुर्झाएका मालाहरु भन्दा बढी तेरो मूल्य छैन
जब मृत्यु प्रति सह-अनुभूति हराउदै जान्छ
जब पिना सुक्दै र काग कराउदै जान्छ-
तैले मरेर हुदै हुदैन
सुन्ने कोहि भए बोल बरु,
पढ्ने कोहि भए लेखे हुन्छ-
किनकी आहुतिले हुदैन उज्यालो बिहानीको,
उदयले हुन्छ !
You are my choco-pie
Not so sweet
You are my bye bye-
Couldn’t quite do it
You make the background of all I do,
You are the constant music in my head,
You got me hanging by my neck, baby
Till I drop down dead.
Element of my own desire,
you are my funeral pyre,
Smoking my shoulder blade.
You numb my senses,
And kill my wit,
Baby, you are a bad habit,
I really need to quit.
Relaxed, maybe good for blood pressure. But how about life?
How about in your prime, when you are young and strong? You are relaxed with your situation- very much comfortable with it. 8 hours of loadshedding a day, noise, pollution, crappy leadership in the country, mis-judged policies. Hooliganism and anarchy. Injustice. If you are relaxed and do nothing about it. Then your situation is not going to change, you have to speak when you need to, fight when you need to stand up against something. (my)Old saying- it is more difficult to be on the wrong side- they might look intimidating- but they can’t fight. Because righteousness is always a bigger sword.
So don’t shy from confrontations- for there will always be. Problems don’t solve by itself, they need to be nailed down. And you can’t depend on anyone else to solve your problems. You got to do it on your own.
No that takes time too. And effort. I am at a situation where I need all my efforts to be best placed to my studies, so I can specialize early enough, make good money by 40s and then do what I want to do for the rest of my life. Most of the people would end their life at what I want to achieve at forty. But I want more- much more. My dreams don’t end with good house, cars and family. I want to get into politics, I want to write, I want to make the difference that I believe in. For that I need a base- to know that I have done for my family- made enough money to live by comfortably. Because getting into politics is a slow process. It will undermine my existence at first, they will all downplay my capabilities. I might even implode. So it’s a survival strategy- that I earn first. Become filthy rich. I am not going to ignore my family’s needs and put the country first. Yes, I do have big plans for the country. But I don’t believe in sacrifices. I don’t agree with bigger the sacrifice, bigger the difference. I will (okay, say selfishly) do with my personal priorities first. I am not a selfless hero.
Thus, I have to stop procrastinating now. I have been in an intellectual coma for a very long time. I have to come out of it. Be alive. For the time, is passing by. And if I don’t build a foundation for my future now my dreams would never realize. If not for dreams, what is there to keep living?
About love, I have loved. Truly, most wonderfully and most sickeningly. It would not be something entirely missing in my life. Though I miss being in love, I can’t afford time to cajole one. So, I will put that in my ‘in a while list’.
I have a long way to go. And fast. So I need to work hard.
Robert Forst said,
Woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I got promises to keep
Miles to go before I sleep.
Miles to go before I sleep.
I missed you for so long,
and so bad
but I realized
It was not you that I missed.
Or the lover You were
But I missed the Love
I was in,
and that Love was,
You were but, a mirror-
where I could see
reflection of my own affection.
Where you existed in me,
is a vacant space now-
but that doesn’t make you irreplaceable-
For in winters,
a hand needs a glove
and a dove needs a dove.
My old love,