a poetic reply (sort of)…

I was searching for a contact on my gmail archive earlier today, someone I knew some 10 years ago, and my hope was that I had forwarded the email from that person to my gmail account as I left the university after my undergrad degree in 2002. Unfortunately I couldn’t find the person or the email I was hoping to find, although it was not important at all. I just wanted to see if I had an email address, I might have fired a “hello” email if I had found the address, thats all. The reason was that I just happen to think about this person suddenly today while I was having a conversation with a colleague about mental conditions/stress. This person I knew had a serious mental breakdown while working towards a masters degree, and even though wanted to pursue a doctorate programme, couldn’t even complete the masters degree properly I think. Anyway, what I ended up finding was something completely different, a piece of poem-of-sorts that I wrote as a reply to a friend who had sent me a supposedly well-known/popular poem. So here is a challenge for you all: below is the piece I had written in reply to my friend, now try to find the original poem related, which is supposed to be popular on the internet, might even be a song now, but I’m not sure. My dear friend who sent me that poem in the first place, you know who you are so you can only be an observer here 😉

can’t decide whether you are complaining
or giving me the compliment undeserved
clinging onto the old days old ways
a trait i had in me always

i thought you knew me too well
to complain about my stubbornness though
i don’t believe it’s silly, but it is true
i don’t need autumn and the falling leaves…

to think of you

some images from the past…

Hey AA, I couldn’t find any other picture of you except this one – so here it goes. Should remind you of your beautiful hometown. For me it reminds of having to stay hungry. I know, I should have just ordered Daal-Bhat-Tarkari (Gundruk) for lunch rather than asking for the “fancy alien” pasta on cheese sauce!! :)

meeting arcs in her hometown

A couple more pictures of that area follows.
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A decade has passed by

…since this picture was taken. It doesn’t seem like a long time though for the memories are still vivid. 1st of January 1998 (a few days or may be weeks before this picture was taken by the way, if I remember correctly) – the whole class got punished because some of us decided to enjoy the new year’s eve a bit too much…happy days!!!

Remember Bhaktapur’s local raksi and chhoila anyone!?!

bsam class 12 1998
Anybody sees himself in the picture, comment please!! Especially the guy circled!!! Click for larger image.
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कफी ककटेलको कथा…

‘रेनसाँस’ क्याफेमा कफीका लागि आउनेहरूको लाइन नभएको दिन भेट्नु भनेको बालुवामा सुन भेट्नु जस्तै हो। शनिवारको बिहान कफी लिन जाँदा पनि आफूभन्दा अगाडि दुईजना थिए लाइनमा कफीको शुल्क तिर्नको लागि। दुवैजना विश्वविद्यालयमा भइरहेका अनेकौं निर्माणकार्यहरू मध्ये कुनैमा काम गर्ने कामदारहरू रहेछन्। उमेरले अलि पाको देखिने महाशयले दुइवटा कफी र एक क्वासँ (croissant) माँगे र त्यसको मूल्य चुकाउनलाई खल्तिबाट केही सिक्काहरू तथा एउटा दस डलरको नोट निकाले।

यसैबीच क्याफे चलाई बसेका भाइले सोधे – “क्वासँलाई अलि तातो बनाइदिउँ?” उनी त्यस्तै ३० सेकेण्डजति माइक्रोवेभ ओभनमा राख्दिन्छन् न्यानो पार्नलाई। तर ती कामदार महाशयले बुझेनन् के सोधेको भनेर। दुई-तीन चोटी सोधेपछि बल्ल बुझे उनले। अनि तुरुन्तै “हुन्छ” भने। त्यसपछि मूल्य चुकाउन तयार भए ती महाशय। सिक्काहरूले मात्रै कफी र क्वासँको मूल्य तिर्ने पहिले, अनि पुगेन भने मात्र दसको नोट चलाउने विचारमा रहेछन् तिनी। सिक्काहरूले नै सबै मूल्य चुक्ने थाहा पाएपछि निकै खुशी देखिए दुवैजना। अनि एक आपसमा त्यस क्याफेका खानेकुराहरूको भाउको अनि क्याफेको बारेमा केही प्रतिक्रिया साटे, सकारात्मक प्रतिक्रियाहरू! त्यसपछि ती महाशयले आफ्नो खल्तिबाट वालेट निकाली त्यो दसको नोट त्यसभित्र राखे अनि वालेटलाई फेरि खल्तिमा हाले – तिनको अनुहारमा हर्षका रेखाहरू प्रष्टै देखिन्थे।
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Two pieces from the past…

Piece I: Recent Past

I became an omnivore this year

of the years gone by
being a shepherd
cows and goats

of the years gone by
being vegetarian
repenting cruelty
against cows and goats

of the years gone by
of torture
then remorse
now all forgotten

dark world
darker life
no sign of the Light
I became an omnivore
this year

20 august 2006

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