For 'Candy Crush' & 'Farmville' request senders [Nepali Poem]

Title: समर्पित.... ‘Candy Crush’ र ‘Farmville’ रिक्वेस्ट पठाउनेलाई.....

खेल्नु स्वास्थको लागि राम्रो भन्छन

तिमी खेल,
दिन रात खेल
उलिक उलिक भएर उल्टी गरुँजेल खेल
‘Farmville’ खेल कि ‘Candy Crush’ खेल
‘Love Triangle’ खेल या ‘Throne Rush’ खेल

तर....

मलाई किन कोचार्छौ
अब त घाँटी सम्म आई सक्यो....
टुँप्पी रिनीनी भई सक्यो
‘Candy’ नाम सुन्दै दिक्क लाग्ने भई सक्यो
न त मलाई फुर्सत नै छ
न त मन नै छ
हन खेल्नै परे ‘FIFA’ खेल्छु
‘PES’ खेल्छु, ‘Call of Duty’ खेल्छु,
‘Farm Ville’ मा साग उमार्नु भन्दा बरु
पर बारीको सब्जीमा पानी हाल्छु
‘Candy Crush’ मा रंग-बिरंगी
Candy मिलाउनु भन्दा बरु
एउटा ठूँटे कविता कोर्छु
बरु भावना मनको
सिगरेटको धुँवासंग रमलिएको हेर्छु....

हफ्तामा दुई-तिन चोटी चोटी ’Facebook’ खोल्दा

त्यो माथी ‘7 Notification’ देख्दा
हर्षित हुन्छु, गर्वित हुन्छु
कुनै राम्री बहिनीले ‘Comment’ पो गर्यो कि...?
कि कतै मेरो ग्याँचे ‘Photo’ मा ‘Like’ पो हान्यो...?
तर ‘Candy Crush’ र ‘Farmville’ को ‘Request’ बढ़ि देख्दा
मनै अमिलो हुन्छ,
जिऊ नै लल्याक-लुलुक गल्छ
काउ-कुति लाग्छ, टाउको कनाउछु
र फुस्रो मुख लगाई ‘Log Out’ गर्छु...

तिमी खेल न,

म बरु खादा लगाईदिन्छु
सयपत्रि माला चढ़ाई दिन्छु
अझै भएन ‘Certificate’ र ‘Medal’ थमाईदिन्छु
खेल्दै जाउ, जित्दै जाउ
कुनै दिन बजार-बजारमा सालिग ठड़ाईदिन्छु
तर बिन्ती छ,
मलाई चैं ‘Request’ नपठाईदेउ
बाँदरलाई नरिवल दिएर के फायदा...?
रिसाए रिसाउ, ठुस्के ठुस्क
अब घरि-घरि ‘Irritate’ नगरीदेऊ....
अब घरि-घरि ‘Irritate’ नगरीदेऊ....॥

- अमिर भण्डारी ‘छ्त्रे’

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Nepali Poem .Ramailo Sahar... Jhanai ramailo gaon...

शिर्षक: रमाईलो शहर.... तर झनै रमाईलो गाँऊ....

हो साथी,
तिम्रो शहर रमाईलो छ
साह्रै रमाईलो छ
जता-ततै रमझम
पर्यटकको घुँइचो
व्यवसायीहरुको चाँदी कटाई
ह्याण्डसम र ब्युटीहरुको ताँती
त्यो एम.जी.मार्ग, लाल बजार,
टाइटेनिक पार्क, के के हो के के....
पक्का हो साथी,
तिम्रो शहर साह्रै रमाईलो छ....॥

तर त्यो रमाईलोपनमा,
त्यो हुल-मुल, भीड़-भाड़मा
कुन्नि किन यो मन त
यो देखावटीको संसारदेखि केहि पर
मेरो गाँउतिर नै हुन्छ
त्यो पाखा-पखेरा, त्यो धुप्पि-घारी,
त्यो घुम्ती, त्यो चप्लेटी,
त्यो बर-पिपलको रुख,
त्यो आँगनमा खेल्ने ढ़ुक्कुर्र र कलचुँडा,
यो मनै त हो,
आफ्नै गाँउतिर भाग्छ....॥

ती साथी भाई संग
कहिले आँगनमा
कहिले सड़क किनारमा
कहिले ती उत्तम आमाको चिया पसलमा
गफ्फ हान्नुको मजा
यो होटल र रेस्टुँरामा कहाँ आँउछ
त्यो कलाई र हलुँगेको मगमा
जाँड़ खानुको मजा
यो बियर र वाईनमा कहाँ पाइन्छ
यो कफी र केपाचिनोमा कहाँ आँउछ....॥

त्यो बारीको काँक्रा टिपेर
कर्याप्प टोक्दाको आनन्द
यी बजारको ओईलिएको काँक्रामा कसले पाँउछ
त्यो चिप्लो नस्पतीको बोटमा चड़ेर
नस्पती झार्दाको आनन्द
आइफल किनेर खाँदा कहाँ आँउछ....
ती आमाले पोलेको तातो-तातो मकै
नुनको चियासंग खाँदाको मजा
त्यो पप-कर्न र नाना थरी
के के जातीमा कहाँ पाइन्छ....
त्यो बर-धाराको चिसो संग्लो पानी
त्यो बाँसको धारा मुनि बसी
खलङलङ नुहाउदाको मजा
यहाँको ठस-ठस ब्लिजीङ पाउडर गनाउने
सावरमा नुहाउँदा कहाँ आँउछ....
फेरि पलैंटी कसी भुइँमा बसी
हातले माड़ खानुको मजा
यो डाईनिङ टेबलमा, काँटा चम्चीमा
कसले पो पाँउछ....॥

त्यसैले... साथी,
तिम्रो शहर रमाईलो छ
साह्रै रमाईलो छ
तर मेरो गाँउ जति हैन...
मेरो ठाँउ जति रमाईलो तिम्रो शहर छैन....॥

- अमिर भण्डारी

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Nepali Poem: Understanding garnu hai bhanu bajey

Title: Understanding गर्नु है भानु बाजे....!!
Genre: Comedy 

पोहोर साल जस्तै यो साल पनि फेरि
तिम्रो Birthday आँउदैछ
साहित्यको गुण-गाण गर्ने दिन
नेपालि भनि गर्व गर्ने दिन आँउदैछ....

कतिले बाकसमा राखेर 
कुच्चिएको, खुम्चिएको,
मुसाले खाईसकेको,
ठस-ठस ढ़ुड़ि गनाउने
दउरा सुरुवाल निकाली घाममा सुकाँउदैछन
कतिले दराजमा एक बर्ष देखि बन्द रहेको
धमिरा लाग्दै गरेको
माछा किराले खान थालेको
रामायण निकाली टकटकाउदैछन....

बिचरा,
लेउले पुरिसकेको
भानु बाजे, तिमी फेरि रमाउने भयौ
बनमाराको झाड़िले छोपिसकेको
भानु बाजे, तिम्रो मुर्तिले फेरि घाम देख्ने भयो….

हन.... हाम्रो बजारको कमिटी हल नेर पनि
तिम्रो प्रतिमा थिएछ....
मैले ध्यान नदिएर हो
या त जंगलले पुरेर हो
अहँ…. मैले त तिमीलाई कहिले देखेको थिइन
कति हिड़े, कति डुले म त्यो बाटो
सरी है बाजे, तिमीमा मेरो आँखा पटक्कै गएन....
रंग लाएर चटक्कै छौ होला अहिले,
खुशिले गद-गद भएर हाँसिरहेको छौ होला अहिले....
आफ्नो Birthday पर्खेर....

तर के गर्नु बाजे.....?
‘भानु जयन्ती’ भन्दा ‘भेलेन्टाईन डे’ लाई महत्व दिने
धेरै छन यहाँ
आदिकवि.... तिम्रो भन्दा
‘यामा बुद्ध’ र ‘लाउरे’ को छन धेरै fan यहाँ
दिउँसो रामायण पाठमा भन्दा
बेलुकिको ‘नाइट प्रोग्राम’ मा धेरै घुईचो हुन्छ यहाँ
दउरा सुरुवाल लगाउन नजान्ने त झन
कति छन कति यहाँ
नेपाली बोल्न लजाउने र ठुटे इंगलिश पढ़काउने
खोज्नु पर्दैन यहाँ.....

तर जे सुकै होस!
एकै दिनको लागि भएपनि,
जता-ततै.....
साहित्यको कुरो गरिनेछ
शुद्ध नेपाली शब्दहरु छानेर
वक्त्व्यहरु राखिनेछ
कविता पढ़िनेछ
रामायण पढ़िनेछ
फेरि बेलुकि उहि त हो
दउरा सुरुवाल, नेपाली टोपी
फेरि पट्याएर बाकसमा थन्काईन्छ
रामायण पोको पारि फेरि दराजमा राखिन्छ
अर्को साल फेरि भानु जयन्ति आउनेछ
लेउले छोपेको,
बनमाराको झोड़िले पुरेको
भानु बाजे... तिम्रो मुर्तिले घाम देख्नेछ....

भानु बाजे, नरिसाउनु तिमी
रिसले दाह्रा नकिटनु तिमी
साह्रै बिजी छौ है हामी सबै त
अब…. तिमी नै Understanding गरिदिनु
अब…. तिमी नै Understanding गरिदिनु………||

- अमिर भण्डारी

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Epic Proposal....

Love is indeed a strange thing and when someone is suffering from this deadly disease they exhibit strange behaviours. This post is all about madness and stupidity of a person falling in love.

My friend (un)luckily fell in love with a colleague. He wanted to propose her in a different way. Not with the common methods like sending friend request in FB and flirting on chats, or with whatsapp, or kneeling before her with a bunch of flowers.... Instead, he wanted to make it epic and classic.

After thinking for a couple of days and spending some sleepless nights, he came with an idea of proposing her  through a poem (height of EPICness). It was already a bad idea and to top it all, he asked me to write a proposal poem. Can it get any worse? :) I don’t think so.....

So, I came up with the poem below.

प्रिये,

तिम्रो लागि हिँजो आज अफिसमा

जोड़ उकालो ओरालो धाँउदैछु

कविता लेख्न नआएपनि आफुलाई

मेरो साथिलाई लेख्न लाँउदैछु....

पहिलो नजरमा नै कुन्नि किन

मलाई तिमी नै मन पर्यो

हुनु त तिम्रो साथीपनि च्वाँक थियो

तर यो मनले तिमीलाई नै रोज्यो

बख्खुमा देखे तिमीलाई पहिलो चोटि

भुटानकी रानी झैं राम्री

मलाई पनि राजा झैं देख्यौ के तिमीले ?

आँखा मन परेको हो कि

तिम्रो गाला मन परेको

कि तिम्रो नाक ?

होइन, होइन मलाई त

सोलो-डोलो तिमी नै मन परेको....

तिमीले बोलेको हरेक शब्द

कानैमा गुनुनुनु गुंजिन्छ सधैं

खै घरि घरि म त

मच्छर भनि झुकिन्छु....

हिँजो आज त झन,

सपनिबाट पनि जुरुक-जुरुक व्युझन्छु

कुनै भट्टुले प्रपोज पो गर्छ कि तिमीलाई

भनि झसंग-झसंग तर्सन्छु....

ठुलो चाहाना के नै पो छ र

सानो सपना सजाएको छु

तिमीसंग अंगेटीमा आलु पोली खाने

फेरि मकैको सीजनमा मकै

भटमासको सीजनमा भटमास

यसरी सीजन-सीजनमा नानाथरी पोलेर खाँउ

संगै मिलेर हाम्रो सानो संसार सजाँऊ....

मैले त नानीको नामपनि सोंचि सके

केवल तिमीबाट ‘Response’ पर्खदैछु

सानो परिवार सुखि परिवार  भन्छन भन्नेले

तर 3-4 वटा त निकाल्नु पर्छ सोंच्दैछु....

कमि केहि छ भने भन मेरोमा

ह्याण्डसममा ह्याण्डसम छु

बडी-सडी बनाउनलाई जिम धाँउदैछु

फेरि भएन हरेक दिन नुहाँउदैछु

तिमीलाई कोरियन लुक्स मन पर्छ रे

जबरजस्ती कता-कता कोरियन जस्तो केश काट्दैछु....

फेरि सोँच्दैछु फिक्शेसन भए पश्चात

एउटा सेकेण्ड ह्याण्ड स्कुटी पनि किन्छु

तर फेरि तिम्रो लोड स्कुटीले थाम्छ के

तिमी बस्ने साथ स्कुटी नै भुँईमा

बस्ने पो हो कि ?

म चैं एसो तिमीलाई हेर्ने निहुँले

तिम्रो तिर धाँउदा

तिमी चैं सुत्तै, सुट्टुकै भागि जाँदा

यो मन कति रुन्छ तिमीलाई के थाहा

मैले साइट खेल्दै तिमीलाई हेरि मुसुक्क हाँस्दा

तिमीले उता मेरो साथीलाई हेरि मुस्कुराउँदा

यो आत्मा कति रुन्छ तिमीलाई के थाहा....?

अब त कलमपनि थाक्यो

म त झन लख्तरान भए,

यसै कविताको माध्यमबाट

‘I Love You’ भन्दैछु

भन्छौ भने ‘I Love You Too’ भनिदेउ

नत्र भने तिम्रो साथीको नम्बर देउ

नत्र भने तिम्रो साथीको नम्बर देउ….॥

 After I handed over this poem to my friend, he read it twice and then dropped the entire idea of proposing her. I don’t think the poem was that bad, was it? No… I think he dropped the idea because of some other reasons and I am thinking, I should help my friend and give this letter to the girl without his knowledge. After all, ‘a friend in need is a friend indeed….’ Isn’t it?? J  

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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. The tutor, Mr. Singh Sir was strict about punctuality so I didn't wanted to give him a chance to scold me.

Not a single minute had passed after 8AM and students of the batch previous to us started coming out from his room. Singh Sir lived in a rented apartment at Soreng Bazaar, West Sikkim. His apartment was on the ground floor of the famous Dimcos building. 

Everyday, the stairway and the little passage/verandah in the ground floor of that building used to get flooded with the students of class 10 and 12 coming for tuition. He was a renowned tutor of the locality of those days.

As the students of the previous batch left, we entered inside and took our favourite seats.... Mine being the farthest at the corner.  The first room was the tuition room with two beds and a big table in the middle. Each batch had exactly 10 students and the two beds would comfortably hold 10 asses (some big and some smaller ones... :P). Singh Sir would sit in the chair at one end of the table like the head of the family.

So, as usual we were seated, sir went inside to take a tea break and the tuition room was filled with the aroma of samosas or aalu chops maybe. Since the kitchen was attached with the tuition room, so it was impossible for them to keep their dish secret. I wondered whether the dish was as tasty as it smelt and unknowingly I gulped.... as my saliva glands went crazy.

Meanwhile, two beautiful (or cute would be better word) girls (one among them is the female protagonist of this article) entered the tuition room. Since our batch already had 10 students and adding two more was out of question and also there was no place for them to sit, I wondered why were they here!

Sir came out patting his stomach and had a discussion with them. We came to know that they were students of present class 10 from TNA, Gangtok and were on their winter vacation to their ancestral home at Soreng. Their parents had arranged tuition for them so they could utilise some amount of their vacation time. Since they were present 10, tuition classes were not as important to them as it was to us. Our exams were starting after a couple of months.

One of the girl among the two was the cutest and most importantly her height also matched mine.... Since I was hardly 4.9 back then(though I have hardly managed to grow some inches more now). Her name according to unreliable sources was Sadhana. 

Sadhana.... what a cute name! Ain't it? The tuition was never so lively before. Trigonometry was never so interesting before. I never took so much time in grooming myself for the tuition before. I even changed my seat, from my favourite place in the corner to the one close to sir (actually close to her.... :P).

In that one month, we hardly exchanged glances. Obviously I was too introvert and for her I was invisible.... sigh!!

But suddenly one day, I had a realisation. hehehe.... I knew that it was now or never. I decided to write a love letter, first love letter of my life. Though I had written a couple of letters on behalf of others and obviously they were never accepted. There must be some other reasons.... or was it because of my letter writing talent? Only god and the girls know!!

Trying in cursive font this time, I tried to write as slowly and elegantly as possible. Even managed to add a couple of dialogues like 'Rose is red, sky is blue.....' blah blah.... And finally giving it a classic touch, burnt the edges of the paper. So it was perfect. My first love letter. :P

Next day, I surprised my mom by taking a bath early in the morning. Little excited and little afraid I went for tuition. The girls came late everyday and that day too it was already 8:10 when they entered. Today I was not interested in the probability that Singh Sir was trying to teach us. I was thinking about how and where should I give the letter to her? Should I put it inside her copy when she is looking elsewhere? Ambho... how can I? I will look like a thief. Should I give her the letter and run away? Or should I act cool and try talking with her? Should I give it as soon as we leave the tuition? Or wait till we reach the market? What if she throws it away? Should I go and fetch that or leave it and pretend as if nothing happened? Should I wait till she reads it? I didn't know a thing!!

My mind was completely out of my control and I felt I was going to freak out soon.... The hour went by so fast. and by each passing minute, the pace of my heart increased.... I could literally see my hands shaking and hear my heart pounding. It was 9AM and as usual we left the room. I was still unable to decide what to do and they in a hurry went their way.

I felt sad. I became like a Devdas. I made up my mind that no matter what happens, I am giving this letter to her. Since, only some days were left for our tuition. Next day, with sheer determination and courage, I went early. I waited and waited but she didn't come. Same with the next day and the day after the next day. One day, one girl enquired about them and we came to know that their class is over. They wont be coming.

I became like Devdas++. The tuition was so boring without them. I hated going. Some days later, I too left the tuition. Days went by, slowly I forgot about her. Examination came, I got busy preparing for that. Then the tension of result, and life moved on.She was completely erased from my mind.

Couple of days back, when I was checking some of my older books and copies, I found that letter, kept neatly inside the Class 10 Mathematics book. Ignoring the little amount of fade, it was the same as I wrote it.

The memories rolled in my mind. The letter started with 

Dear S...... 

          Blah Blah Blah....

............................................         (Some dialogues)

...........................................          (Some other dialogues)

With love,

A.....

Why didn't I write Sadhana instead of S...... Maybe because I wasn't sure about her spelling or actually name hehe..... Anyways while I was reading the letter, I felt as if I was reading some funny article. The letter made me laugh so hard and I felt embarrased as it was one of the funniest thing I had ever read and the fact that it was my first love letter made it worse. I was so much glad the letter is still with me and was undelivered.

At first I thought to keep it as a memory, but suddenly I thought about my brother's reaction after reading it. I would be the laughing stock and a joke material for months or years to come. While tearing it into pieces, I smiled and tried remembering her face but I couldn't.... I wondered how did she look like... 

She was my first crush(or maybe 5th) hehe.... 

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Nepali Poem: अल द बेस्ट [All the best]

Poem Title: अल द बेस्ट.....

Genre: Comedy

हिँजो कान्छो खोकिले सिकिस्त,
कुनै दवाईले काम गरेन,
बजार गई ‘कोरेक्स’ सोधे,
दोकानेले टाउको देखि खुट्टा सम्म हेर्यो,
आँखा फुकाल्यो, नाक खुम्चायो,
र हुँदैन भनि टार्यो……
अस्ति पनि,
फुटेको बकेट टाल्न
‘डेनड्राइट’ पाईएन ।

तर यी दोकानेहरुलाई
थाहा छैन कि क्या हो ?
हिजो आज त ‘डेनड्राइट’ मात्र कहाँ हो,
‘मार्कर’ र ‘करेक्सन पेन’ पनि सुघँछ्न रे,
‘पेट्रोल’र ‘जुत्ताको पलीस’ पनि,
अझै कता सुन्दा त,
करेलाको जरा झनै ट्रिप दिने रे,
माछाको काँड़ा अड़किदाँ खाने गुराँसको
फुलपनि बेसि खाए झ्याप्पै बनाँऊछ रे,
हन…. कसरी थाहा पाँऊछन यी केटाहरुले,
कसले सिकाउछ्न् ?
यी सबको ‘हेल्थ बेनिफिट’ र ‘एडभान्टेज’ सिकाउने
कुन गुरु (गोरु) यहाँ छन् ?

अझै नपुगेर,
सुतकेरी आईमईले खाने
‘एस. पी.’ र ‘एन. 10’ पनि
यिनीहरुले नै खाने,
हन हामीलाई त ‘हेपाटाईटिस बी.’ को ईनजेक्सन
लाऊन डर लाग्छ,
यी झार-पातले त त्यो पनि लाउने ।

हो कि होइन हौ साँचि,
‘टोईलेटको ढब्बु’ पनि सुँघछन भन्ने सुन्दैछु ?
कठैबर, अब के रहयो र बाँकि,
कुखुराको सुली मात्र रहयो,
त्यो पनि नाकमा दलि
हिड़छन होला भोली ।

हन सुँघ्नु नै थियो भने,
‘अभिजालो’ सुँघ्नु नि,
मार्गी र पिनास च्वाट्टै हुन्थ्यो,
‘तितेपाती’ सुँघेको भए,
नाक्री फुटेको, भूत-प्रेत सबै भाग्थ्यो,
‘गोटी’ चेप्नु छोड़ेर,
‘बुढ़ो ओख्तीको’ चाना चेपेको भए,
जिउ दुख्नु च्वाट्टै हुन्थ्यो ।

आँखा पल्टाई, हिप्स सुकाई,
बुढ़ो बाऊ-आमाको आँसु पनि सुकाई,
सरम-धरम सबै लुकाई,
वरि-परी सबैको टाउको दुखाई,
हिड़छन् गजक्कै भई,
आफुले आफुलाई कुनि-के सम्झि ।

सिकाँउ है सिकाँउ अब सबै मिलीजुली,
आउने युवा-पिढ़ीलाई,
'उम्रिदै तिन पाते' होइन,
‘उम्रिदै झ्याङ’ जस्ता यी कर्णधारहरुलाई
स्कुलको झोलामा खाता-पेन्सिल नहोस बरु भोलि,
बोकुन सबैले एक-एक बट्टा ‘डेन्डु’
कसैले ‘मार्कर’, कसैले ‘पलिस’, कसैले ‘पेट्रोल’,
कसैले त अलिकति कुकुरको ‘आका’ पनि बोकनु,
खाँदै हिड़नु, लड़दै हिड़नु,
खुन पच्छे भई हिड़नु,
राम्रो उक्ति दिँदा नलाग्नेलाई,
अर्ति उपदेश नलाग्नेलाई,
यी भीरमा जाने गोरुलाई,
‘All the best’ छ भनिदिनु ॥

- अमिर भण्डारी, ‘छ्त्रे’
मलबाँसे, सोरेङ

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Nepali Poem: एउटा छोरोको व्यथा...... [Euta choro ko byatha.....]

This is a poem written by my best buddy Prabhakar Chettri describing the emotions of a son who has so many dreams to be fulfilled, so many faces to bring happiness to. When his effort doesn't count and people judge him by the result.

Poem Title: एउटा छोरोको व्यथा......

किन लाग्छ यो जिवन गाह्रो मलाई

खै के गरुँ, कहाँ पो जाऊँ, कसरी मनाऊ यो मनलाई

आज भोलि डर लाग्न थालेको छ आफै-आफैमा

लाग्छ त्यसै मरिने पो होकि सपनाको थाकैमा,

आमाको आँखामा छ सपना छोरालाई अघि बड़ाउने

बाबाको मनमा छ तृष्ना उसलाई सफल्ता दिलाउने,

तर यो खोक्रिएको संसारले कसलाई पो देला जिउने आधार

यहाँ मानिस-मानिस लड़िरहेका छन, मचाई हाहाकार..... ॥

सत्यनै बोले, सत्यमै हिड़े, सत्यकै पुत्ला बनि,

तर चिनेनन् मलाई कसैले पनि एक सत्यवान भनि

लाग्छ भग्वान पनि पैसाले नै पाइन्दो हो,

नत्र..... किन गरिब अनाथ भो ?

अब त पाईला-पाईलाप्रति शंका लाग्न थालेको छ

कतै मानिसले मलाई पागल पो  देख्ने हो कि...... ??

भन्ने गर्छु म मेरो आमा-बुवालाई

म नै हो बुढ़ेसकालको लाठी,

तर लाग्न थालेको छ बोझ आफै उनिहरु माथि

कसलाई सुनाऊ मनको पीड़ा, सुनिदिने कोहि छैन,

यहाँ आफ्नै मानिस स्वार्थी भए

भए सारा संसार पराई,

बिन्ति छ मेरो हजुरहरुलाई

जस्ले पढ़े मेरो यो लेख

एक चोटि महसूस गरिहेर्नुहोस

कस्तो बित्दो हो यो असहाय छोरोलाई....

सायद मेरो यो लेख शब्दले नसुहाँउदो हो,

तर शब्दलाई सजाउन होइन मलाई

मेरो आफ्नो पिड़ा सुनाउनु हो.......॥

-प्रभाकर छेत्री, 

मलबाँसे सोरेङ

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Poem Title: काकी झुण्डिन् रे.....!! (Kaki jhundin re...!!)

This article is all about domestic violence and its aftermath.

Poem Title: काकी झुण्डिन् रे.....!! 

आज निकै खैला-बैला देख्दैछु
काका-काकी को घरमा
मान्छेको भिड़ पनि निकै छ
तिर्पल पनि ओड़ाईएको छ,
कोहि रुँदैछ्न् डाको छोड़ी
कोहि सुकसुकाईरहेछ
कोहि फेरि आँखा भरि आँसु बनाई
एकोहोरो टोलाईरहेछ ॥

एसो सोध-खोज गर्दा, काकी खसेछ्न्
रातिनै कतिबेला, पासो लगाई झुण्डिएछ्न्
सधैं मिठो बोल्ने ति काकी
त्यो हाँसिलो अनुहार,
मानौ उनि संग दुख भन्ने केहि थिएन,
तर अचानोको पिर खुकुरीले बुझ्दैन भने झै
उनको पनि आफ्नै पिर थिएछ,
सधै रक्सि खाएर घर आउने काकाले
कति घर-झगड़ा गर्थेछ्न्,
कति पिटथेछ्न्, कति जगाटाउथेछ्न्,
कति अरु संग आँखा लगाई
नाना थरि भन्थेछ्न् ॥

बुढ़ि कुटेर आफुलाई मर्द ठान्ने काका
आज एक कुनामा बसिरहेछ्न्,
ति निर्धक्क सुतिरहेकी काकीलाई
नियालेर हेरिरहेछ्न्......
अब काकाले कसलाई कुटेर
आफ्नो मर्दको सबूत दिने ?
कसलाई जगटाएर आफु बलियो महसुस गर्ने ?

त्यस्ता हजारौ काकाहरु छन् हाम्रो समाजमा,
पल्लो घर, ओल्लो घर,
माथिल्लो घर, तल्लो घर,
कोहि त आफ्नै घरमा होलान्,
जसलाई आफु मर्द हुँ भनेर
आफैलाई सधैं सम्झना गराउनु पर्छ,
बुढ़ि कुटेर, आमा-बाउ कुटेर.....
र त्यस्ता काकीहरु पनि छन होला
जो समाज को डरले, लाजले,
केहि नबोलि, शरिरभरि चोट बोकि
हाँसिरहेछ्न्, खोक्रो खुशि देखाईरहेछन् ॥

मर्दनै हुनु मन छ तिमीलाई भने
लड़ न ति समाजका कुप्रथाहरु सित,
ति जात-पात बेकारका ढ़ोङहरु सित,
हाम्रो अस्तित्वलाई औंला ठराउने सित,
ति हाम्रो चेलि-बेटी माथि हात-पात गर्ने,
छेड़-छाड़ गर्ने, बलात्कार गर्ने
लड़ न तिमी ति स्यालहरु सित,
ति हाम्रा छोराहरुलाई नानाथरि टेब्लेट बेच्ने
ति नशाका ब्यापारीहरु सित,
लड़छौनै तिमी भने,
लड़ तिमी ति भ्रष्टचारीहरु सित
ति सोझ-साझालाई लुट्ने हरेक लुटेराहरु सित
नछोड़ बरु कसैलाई,
ति समाजका बोझ र कलंकहरुलाई
जरै देखि उखेलेर फालिदेउ,
र पो मान्नेछौं तिमीलाई मर्द
त्यो मातेर भाँड़ा पछार्दैमा ,
ति निर्बल नारिलाई कुट्दैमा त तिमी
हाँसो को पात्रो बन्दैछौ,
एउटा नहुनु पर्ने उदाहरण बन्दैछौ ॥

अझै पनि बुझ्दैनौ तिमीले भने
भोलि फेरि एउटी काकी, माईजु, फुपु,
दिदी, बहिनी, छ्यामाको घरमा
फेरि तिर्पल ओड़ाईनेछ,
फेरि कोहि जिउ भरि चोट र
मनभरि पीर बोकि पासो लाउनेछ्न्,
कोहि बिख खानेछ्न्, कोहि हाम फाल्नेछ्न्,
स-साना नानि हरु पछि छोड़ेर,
उनिहरुको कलिलो हृदयमा नमेटिने छाप छोड़ेर ॥

- अमिर भण्डारी, ‘छ्त्रे’

मलबाँसे, सोरेङ

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Munu's Diary!

Name?
Munu.

Nicknames?
I hate being called with nicknames. Especially 'pussy-cat'. Doens't that sound vulgar?

Age?
3 years.

Owners?
Amir and his family. But let me make this clear, they don't own me, I own them.
Amir is very much understanding, he understands when I am hungry, when I want to play, when I want to slip under his warm blanket, and the list goes on. But I am allergic to his brother Anup, he lifts me and cuddles me when I dont want to, and most hating part, he disturbs me when I am having a good nap.... arggghhhh!!

Brief Biography?
I was born at Kurseong and brought to Malbasey when I was just 3 months. I loved it here and blended with the family soon enough and I rarely missed my mom and sister.

Catchphrase?
'Give me food...'
'No, I dont wanna play right now...'
'Was that suri?'
'Give me food... Give me food... Give me food...'

Suri?
Oh yeah, she is my CGF (Cat G.F.). I love spending time with her but she is always running away from me. Sigh...

Favorite habits?
Sleeping on the lap, Giving innocent looks to the owner when they are having meal, Biting and scratching the hands and feet of the owner.

Perfect Evening?
Eat chicken legs, yawn... yawn... & yawn, snooze on the lap, Repeat.

Favorite Food?
Anything that is not vegetarian.

Defining Moment?
The day my owners cut my long fangs so that I could stop peeling of the skin of those who keep doing things to me I didn't like. I cannot climb a tree and the situation is worst when I see some squirrels in the tree and I can do nothing but stare.

Enemies?
I am not scared of anyone or anything though, except the black dog from the house above, the white dog that barks every time he sees me, the stray dogs that sometimes comes over, and every other dog. The stick that my owner sometimes flicks when I meow too much asking for food in wrong times.

If you could do one thing to make the world a better place for felines, what would it be? 
Ummm.... hang chicken legs everywhere and make cozy warm places everywhere so that all cats can have a good meal and a good sleep. And make all dogs afraid of cats.

Any message for dogs?
Yes.... Listen all the scary and filthy creatures, we don't have any personal grudges with you and we ain't afraid of you either. We just want to sleep and not get disturbed. We are a very friendly creatures and don't liked to be sniffed. Just don't come near us and avoid problems.

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Saraswati Puja 2014 - A glimpse!!

Like 2013, this year too, students of Malbasey were enthusiastic about celebrating Saraswati Puja in a grand manner at Sarva Dharma Mandir (Sai Mandir), Malbasey, West Sikkim. Within a very short time, plannings were made and executed in a excellent manner.

These two days had everything like fun, devotion, spirituality, team work, management and everything.

As they say, 'Picture speaks more than a thousand words...' I present here a glimpse of the Saraswati Puja celebrated at our place by the students:

Rally by the students.

Drawing competition where kids showcased their hidden talents.

Munch Munch Munch..... Its prasadam time....

Spirituality coming a moment before fun....

And there.... last glimpse of Saraswati.

Prabhakar.... The victim of the mob water asault.

Unsensored Pose...!!

Finally... all drenched and wet in the chilling water!!

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Poem Title: हन को बिदेशी......?? [Hana ko Bideshi....??]

'Nepali Nepal Jaa...

Bhutia Bhutan Jaa...

Lepcha ko thau chaina...!!"

                               - Old Settlers of Sikkim

This is what the posters read on the streets of Sikkim, and it was credited to Old Settlers of Sikkim. This poem depicts my frustration and anger on reading and hearing about the same.
P.S. This are my personal thoughts and I am not trying to manipulate anyone.

हिँजो राति म साह्रै छ्टपटाए
एता फर्के म, उता फर्के
कुरा के के खेलाए मनमा
झसंग-झसंग ब्यूंझे म,
निंद्रा पटक्कै लागेन ।

दिँउसो बड़ाबाउले पत्रिका पढदा
निकै फतफताउदै थिए,
‘हामी खाँटि सिक्किमे नेपाली,
बिदेशी हामी कि तँ हरु?’
भन्दै कराउँदै थिए ।

कुरो एसो बुझ्दा त
साँच्चै नै, मनै अमिलो भयो,
पहिला त अरुतिर बिदेशी (चाईनिज) भन्थे
अब त आफ्नै सिक्किममा पनि भन्न थाले,
आँटै हो कि इनिहरुको,
कि हाम्रो धैर्यको परिक्षा लिएको हो ?
कि साह्रै ‘old’ भएर
मगजले काम गर्न छाड़ेको हो ?


हन हाम्रो बाजेले त सिक्किम
लाप्चे, भोटे र नेपालीको भन्थे,
हाम्रा त बाजेको बाजे पनि
सिक्किमे नै थिए रे !
आज अचानकै हामीलाई बिदेशी भन्नेले
भोलि लखेट्न बेर छैन……
को हुन इनिहरु, कहिले आएका हुन
कता बाट आए, कँहा बाट छिरे ?
आज हाम्रै घरमा आएर
यो तेरो घर होइन भन्दैछन, कठैबर.....


यो लान्छ्नाले यदि कसैको मनमा
डड़ेलो लाग्दैन भने,
त्यो गोर्खे खुन उम्लिन्दैन भने,
जुरुरु कन्छिरी तातिन्दैन भने,
कहिले तातिने हो ?
जब कुम्लो कटेरो बोकाई
डाँड़ा कटाँऊछ तब ?
कि ‘भागो हमारा सिक्किम से….’
भन्छ तब ?

अब त क्रांतिकारी होस कि संग्रामी होस,
प्रजातांत्रिक होस कि कांग्रेसि होस
या त हिमाली राज्य नै होस,
झण्डा एक दुई दिन घरमा थन्काई
त्यो ruling र opposition को भावना लुकाई,
सबै मिली जुली, साथ भई
बोल्ने बेला आएको छ,
बिदेशी को हो र को होइन
लेखा-जोखा हिसाब गर्ने बेला आएको छ,
मैले त झण्डा थन्काईसके
तँपाई पनि एक-दुई दिन थन्काउनुहोस,
मेरो त कन्छिरी तातियो
अब तँपाई पनि तताउनुहोस,
सिक्किमे नेपालीको अस्तित्व माथि
यसरी प्रश्न हुँदा
लाटो भै मुक दर्शक नबन्नुहोस,
अझै पनि मुक दर्शक नबन्नुहोस ॥


-       अमिर भण्डारी ‘छ्त्रे’
मलबाँसे, सोरेंग

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