गल्फ्रेन्ड - Girlfriend [A funny nepali poem]

नभै हुंदै नहुने, भए पाल्नै सारो पर्ने...

Love letter that never reached the girl...

I still remember that day, the day when as usual I was 10 minutes early for the tuition...

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Saturday, March 26, 2011

मलाई नाच्नै आएन [Malai nachnai ayena....]




ठुलो भ्रम्म मा रहेछु म, आज झसंगै भए
कम्मर पटक्कै नहल्लिंदा म, छागा बाट खसे
हिजो सम्म music बज्नै नहुने, खुट्टा हल्लिन्थ्यो
'मुन्नी बदनाम हुइ' मा पनि नाच्न मन लाग्थ्यो .

Party मा सब भन्दा पहिला नाच्ने म नै हुन्थे
Night show तिर त announcement मा पनि नाच्थे ,
नाच्दा नाच्दै मन मा लाग्नु थाल्यो
Dance India Dance मा गएको भए मो नै जितथे .

'I am a disco dancer' भनेर छाती फुल्लायेर हिडेको आज बल्ल निस्क्यो
समला ताल मा चाल नमिल्दा सरम असाध्यै परियो
आज सम्म त Hit Beer ले नै लाज बचाएछ आज थाहा पाए
त्यो नभए त नाच्नै नआउने, सारै दुख पाए,

Moon walk पनि practice
नगरेको होइन, तर ठ्याक्कै पारा आएन
सिकाउने ले पनि हरेस खाएर सिकाउदै सिकाएन .
सानै देखि को थियो मेरो Michael Jackson जस्तै नाच्ने सपना
कहते है न लोग किस्मत अपना अपना ?

* Work of fiction. Any resemblance to person living or dead is purely co-incidental.

Who am I?

I looked in the mirror trying to figure out who am I and why am I born? But all I could see was the same old face with two eyes planted on the head, a nose with again two holes, two ear and one mouth enough to make me talk all day and to feed me up to keep me alive. But why am I alive? Do I have a reason? No.....

I move two step back then what I see? Full me in the mirror, I mean head to toe. What shape do I have? Is it some kind of trunk or shapeless. While I am looking at this mirror trying to figure out my shape, I know that thousands of people across the world cant see at all and can only imagine how world looks like but why should I care? It is none of my business. I have to know who I am.

Well, if you are thinking me a fool or you know the answer then you must be a genius right? Probably you must be smarter than Einstein or Newton? Let me tell you, these so called very intelligent people also didn't knew who the hell they were. Nobody knows for that matter, but if you do know then of course you are genius enough.

I see on the mirror, I have grown hardly 5ft some inches and I can barely hope I weigh at least around 50 kg. But I am what I am, so you are.

But, seriously, if you think deeper and try to make sense of the matter you are made up of then you might hit the jack pot. Try it....... Be silent for a while, giving your grey cells the chance to think!

Think! Think! Think!

Anatomists and biologists, not forgetting chemists, tell you that you are made of cells. Even my biology maam told me that I am made up of cell. But I am pretty sure that the same had been told to her by her Biology maam. Millions of cells come together, by a miracle and make what you see. We were even asked to peel off small skin from our inner cheek and put it in a microscope. What I saw was amazing, the figure of cells with nucleus in the microscope was same to that in the biology book.

What does that mean? These cells come together, united [probably form some Cells Association] to form all your systems, like blood system, muscle system, bone system, brain system, and all that you have.

But going further and deeper into yourself, and to add more confusions to the answer, physicists tell you you are made of atoms, trillions of them, assembled in such a way to make you what you are.

Now what are you? A bulk of atoms making your shape and form. But what are atoms? I expect you to open up a wikipedia page on atom as I do the same. It defines 'The atom is a basic unit of matter that consists of a dense, central nucleus surrounded by a cloud of negatively charged electrons......'

So it seems now you know who you are? But wait!! Where did the atoms come from? Lets ask Einsten..... but he is no more! Even if he was alive he wouldn't answer you. The answer is still unknown as from where did the atoms come from.

But I hope you know, for you take yourself as a genius but we all are a donkey on two legs. How far can man go in his or her ignorance? Unlimited!

To what extent can man and woman feel superior to others, to animals and insects like cockroaches. We think we know and we know, in reality, nothing. I know nothing.

And I don't know who am I?