धरहरा

त्यहाँ तहस-नहस् हुँदा, यहाँ मनमा ग्लानि भो
तिमी गयौ, शान मेरो मेटिएर खरानी भो !!

तिमीलाई साथ दिंदै गए कैयन् घरहरु
हजारौं मरे-र भाँचिए लाखका ती भरहरु
खबर सुन्दा मात्र यता आंखा पानी-पानी भो
तिमी गयौ, शान मेरो मेटिएर खरानी भो !!

फेरि अग्लो-सग्लो तिमीलाई बनाउन पाएहुन्थ्यो
"फिनिक्स्" जस्तै देश मेरो भनाउन पाएहुन्थ्यो
नलाग्नेथ्यो पीर अनि नभन्नेथें ग्लानि भो
भन्दिनथें शान मेरो मेटिएर खरानी भो!!

भन्ने-थिंन शान मेरो मेटिएर खरानी भो!!

नबुझेकै बुझ्छन् मान्छे

गल्ती मेरै खोजी हुन्छ ममाथिनै अति हुँदा
लान्छन लाग्छन् म नै माथि मेरैमात्र खति हुँदा 
त्यहाँ मेरै स्वरुपकी दुर्गा किन पुज्छन मान्छे
बुझेर नि बुझ्या'छैनन्, नबुझेकै बुझ्छन् मान्छे

 "खराब आमा" नाम दिन्छन्, मैले अघि बढ्न खोजे
खुट्टा तान्नै खोज्छन् मैले माथि-माथि पढ्न खोजे  
अनि फेरी म नै जस्ती सरस्वती पुज्छन् मान्छे 
बुझेर नि बुझ्या'छैनन्, नबुझेकै बुझ्छन् मान्छे 

गर्भमा म आएँ भने गर्भपतन गर्न खोज्छन्
जन्मिहाले बिस्मातले आफ्ना आँखा भर्न खोज्छन् 
फेरी धनकी देवी भन्दै लक्ष्मी किन पुज्छन् मान्छे
बुझेर नि बुझ्या'छैनन्, नबुझेकै बुझ्छन् मान्छे 

बुझेर नि बुझ्या'छैनन्, नबुझेकै बुझ्छन् मान्छे..  :( :(

:'(

असल मान्छेको देश भनुँ, यहाँँ तेजाबको होली खेल्छन
लहै-लहैमै लागेर लाठा, लाप्पा र गोली खेल्छन
राम्रो खबर छैन कतै तिमीलाई के पो सुनाउँ म
छोरा तिमीलाई मेरो देश, खोइ कसरी चिनाउँ म ? :'(

नैतिकता, इमान्दारी, परोपकार कुरा मात्र
मुखमा सबै राम जप्छन् बगलीमा छुरा मात्र
मेरो त्यस्तो सँस्कार आज किन तिमीलाई दिलाउँ म
तिमीलाई मेरो देश, खोइ कसरी चिनाउँ म ? :'(

मैं पनि त आफ्नु घर छाडी दूर भागेकै हुँँ 

परदेशमा पराधिन हुन आँफै लागेकै हुँँ

स्वाधीन मेरो देश भनी कसरी पो सिकाउँ म

छोरा तिमीलाई मेरो देश, खोइ कसरी चिनाउँ म ? :'( 

..

कतै उच्च उच्च पढेर बढ्छु
कहिँ सारालाई पढाएर बढ्छु
कतै खेल खेल्छु अरु देश जित्छु
यो राष्ट्रको शान बढाएर बढ्छु

कुरिती का विरुद्धमा मिली लाग्छु अब
आश गर्दै सुतिबसें म त जाग्छु अब
न चहिन्छ तिमी न नै तिम्रो कृति
आफैं देशको मान बढाएर बढ्छु

म हासुँ कि रोउँको दोधारमा छु ..

एउटा अनौठो मझधारमा छु
म हासुँ कि रोउँको दोधारमा छु


आज एसो-एसो भन्यौ, भोली होईन उसो भन्यौ
उफ्रिएर/ पाफ्रिएर जोकर जस्तै बन्यौ
तरै पनि जित्यौ संधै मैं हारमा छु
म हासुँ कि रोउँको दोधारमा छु


जे नै गरेपनि फेरी चुन्छु तिमीलाई नै
अविश्वासी बनी बनी सुन्छु तिमीलाई नै
तिम्रो यो कस्तो म प्रभावमा छु
म हासुँ कि रोउँको दोधारमा छु ..


एउटा अनौठो मझधारमा छु
म हासुँ कि रोउँको दोधारमा छु

Lincoln’s Letter to his Son’s Teacher

One of the influential things I have read so far in my life, is the letter Abraham Lincoln wrote to his son's teacher. Now, having a little one going to the school, I can feel it even more.  :)  My son, like every other kids his age, is like a clay, pliable and adaptable to the mold, the kind of mold his teacher can provide decides the shape of his future. I am thinking to print the letter and give a copy to my son's teacher. :)  

"Lincoln’s Letter to his Son’s Teacher

He will have to learn, I know,
that all men are not just,
all men are not true.
But teach him also that
for every scoundrel there is a hero;
that for every selfish Politician,
there is a dedicated leader…
Teach him for every enemy there is a friend,

Steer him away from envy,
if you can,
teach him the secret of
quiet laughter.

Let him learn early that
the bullies are the easiest to lick…
Teach him, if you can,
the wonder of books…
But also give him quiet time
to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,
bees in the sun,
and the flowers on a green hillside.

In the school teach him 
it is far honorable to fail 
than to cheat… 
Teach him to have faith 
in his own ideas, 
even if everyone tells him 
they are wrong… 
Teach him to be gentle 
with gentle people, 
and tough with the tough.

Try to give my son
the strength not to follow the crowd
when everyone is getting on the band wagon…
Teach him to listen to all men…
but teach him also to filter
all he hears on a screen of truth,
and take only the good
that comes through.

Teach him if you can,
how to laugh when he is sad…
Teach him there is no shame in tears,
Teach him to scoff at cynics
and to beware of too much sweetness…
Teach him to sell his brawn
and brain to the highest bidders
but never to put a price-tag
on his heart and soul.

Teach him to close his ears
to a howling mob
and to stand and fight
if he thinks he’s right.
Treat him gently,
but do not cuddle him,
because only the test
of fire makes fine steel.

Let him have the courage
to be impatient…
let him have the patience to be brave.
Teach him always
to have sublime faith in himself,
because then he will have
sublime faith in mankind.

This is a big order,
but see what you can do…
He is such a fine little fellow,
my son!

~ Abraham Lincoln"

:(

जहाँँ चोर टाउको उठाएर हिंड्छन
डाँका झन् छाती फुकाएर हिंड्छन
त्यहाँ निर्दोषै त दोषी गनिन्छन
सोझा नै माथि सारा खनिन्छन

जहाँँ मान्छे मारी दरबार पस्छन
ठूला भन्दा ठूला ती आसनमा बस्छन
त्यहाँ जनतै त उल्लू भनिन्छन
अनि दोष बिनै दोषी गनिन्छन

जहाँँ छैन हक कुनै मुख खोल्ने
जेल पुग्न थाले हिम्मतिला बोल्ने
गणतन्त्र भन्दै त्याँ भाषण गरिन्छन
तर निर्दोषै त दोषी गनिन्छन
सधैं निर्दोष नै दोषी गनिन्छन ..

Ref: http://setopati.com/samaj/12990/

My picks for the World Cup

June 19 Update: Spain is already out of the game, did not even make to the Round 16 !!  


Winners of Group Stage

Group A Winner –  Brazil                                    Group A Runner Up – Mexico

Group B Winner –  Spain                         Group B Runner Up – Netherlands

Group C Winner –  Japan                            Group C Runner Up – Columbia

Group D Winner –  England                    Group D Runner Up – Italy

Group E Winner –  France                       Group E Runner Up – Ecuador

Group F Winner –  Argentina                 Group F Runner Up – Iran

Group G Winner –  Germany                  Group G Runner Up – Portugal

Group H Winner –  So. Korea                 Group H Runner Up – Belgium

Winners of Round of 16

Brazil            , Spain, Italy, England,  France, Argentina, Germany   , Portugal

                                                                                   

Winners of Quarter Finals

Brazil, Spain, Argentina, Germany

Winners of Semi Finals

Spain, Brazil                      

World Cup Champion

Brazil ( I would pick Spain but Brazil has the home-ground advantage) 

P.S: I am not a huge Football fan.. I just like to watch the World cup matches.. :) 

Jaundice.. Jaundice..

It was one crazy day. Crazy in the sense that I used to be so busy that I did not have time for myself. No time to eat properly.. no time to rest. My life was all convoluted among the classes, assignments, assessments, projects and deadlines. Yes.. my busier yet super fun Engineering days..  :). I came back from the school, tired and hungry. My dad asked - "What's the matter ? You look sick" I said - "I'm tired..  just want to go to bed".. "खोइ यता हेर त " Dad said "ओहो आँखा त पहेंलै भैसकेछ, जन्डिस भो जस्तो छ जचाँउन गैहाल्नुपर्छ" . I was not ready to get sick, had so many other things to do. However, my mom and dad both thought I had Jundice, and I had no option but to go with Daddy to the Piyush Barshi Aushadhalaya in Asan.. Dad started his old Hero Honda and I rode along..

I have heard a lot of good things about that clinic. My post does not mean to offense anyone or anything, but that day when we reached there, the main "baidhya" was out of country and there was his brother/ son (not sure who) looking at the patients. I still wonder if he even knew anything about what he was doing.  On my turn, after listening to me and my dad about how I was feeling, the color of my nails and eyes and all, he hit hard slightly above my abdomen. It was quite a strong punch with his fist and I went "अैssया" :D. "ल हेर कलेजो पुरै सुन्निसकेछ, कस्तो दुख्यो, जन्डिसको औषधी चलाइहल्नुपर्छ मुख पनि बार्नुहोला " I was furious but quiet. I so wished I could hit him back and ask him if that hurt.. which was just a wish..  He gave the pouches of black pills, very hard to swallow , some yucky powder and a list of  things I should and should not eat. 

I did not say anything to him, but fought with my dad, of course. Being a "घर साँढे बन बिरालो ",  that was all I could do. I did not want to eat those medicines and wanted to eat the chicken curry mom made for dinner. I fought and lost, had to eat the most tasteless medicines and some boiled insipid food.  :(  

However, deep-down my dad also had a feeling that the diagnosis was not done right. He was right there after all. And he decided to take me for the blood test next day. I had no choice but to go with him.  The blood report came normal and I officially had no Jaundice, although I did have to eat those medicines and food I hated until we got the blood report. Yes I did not have any jaundice,  I looked pale because of the fatigue and dehydration.  

Its been almost 8-9 years but whenever someone talks about jaundice I still remember the hard मुक्का I got.