A test post

I'm using a new Markdown editor I just found out about – MWeb to write and upload this post. I'm using the 'Lite' version as a trial for now to see how useful it will be. Primary use for this editor will be as a note-taking app and as a note organiser on my Mac. I wanted something lightweight and fast as other apps I have been using like Evernote and OneNote are beginning to get a bit laggy.

पुराना खेस्रा: १- धन र मन

मेरो यस ब्लगमा सन् २००६ देखिका लेखनहरू मात्र छन् । त्यसभन्दा पहिले मैले सन् २००२ देखि २००५ सम्म क्यानडामा बस्दा छद्मनाममा लेख्ने गरेको थिएँ ब्लगमा। ब्लगस्पटमा लेखिएका  ति लेखनहरू जस्ताका तस्तै त रहेनन् – तर आज कम्प्युटरमा पुराना लेखहरू खोज्नेक्रममा केही लेखनका खेस्राहरू एउटा रार (rar) फोल्डरमा फेला पारें । सबै त यस ब्लगमा राख्न उपयुक्त छैनन्, तर राख्न मिल्ने मध्यबाट चाँहि छानेर राख्ने निधो गरेको छु, लेखेको मिति सहित । नेपाली र अंग्रेजी दुवै भाषामा छन् त्यतिबेलाका मेरा लेखनहरू पनि, तर त्यतिबेला नेपालीमै बढि लेख्ने गर्थें जस्तो छ भेटिएका खेस्राहरू हेर्दा :-)

तिनै खेस्राहरूबाट यो पहिलो टुक्रा, सत्य घटनामा आधारित काल्पनिक कथा :)

मिति: २६ जुलाई २००५

“आइ वाज बिजी – आइ फल इन लभ”
यसरी उसले जवाफ फर्काई जब क्षितिजले धेरै समयदेखि कता हरायौ भनी सोध्यो। अलिक नसोचेको जवाफ थियो यो तर उसलाई रमाइलो लाग्यो – कहिल्यै पनि आफ्ना साथीहरूबाट उसले यस किसिमको जवाफ पाएको थिएन। अनि ‘सधैँ एक्लै भएँ यत्रो उमेरसम्म पनि’ भन्दै गनगन गरिरहने साथीले अचानक मायामा फसेँ भन्दा उसलाई साह्रै खुशी लाग्यो।

साथीलाई बधाई दिँदै उसले भन्यो – “निकै मस्ति छ जस्तो छ तिमीलाई, प्रेममा ब्यस्त हुन पाउँदा!”
उसले भनी – “प्रेमले जीवनलाई रोमान्चक त बनाउँदो रहेछ, तर साह्रै जन्जालपूर्ण पनि।”

क्षितिजले केही प्रतिक्रिया दिन चाहेन उसको त्यो भनाइमा, कारण उसले भोगिसकेको थियो प्रेमको रोमान्चकता, जन्जालपूर्णता अनि विछोडको बेदना पनि। तरपनि साथीको भनाइलाई वास्ता नगरेको जस्तो देखाउन चाहेन र सोधिहाल्यो किन त्यस्तो जन्जालपूर्ण भयो प्रेम भनी। कुरा साथीको प्रेमी अर्कै देशको रहेछ, विश्वविद्यालयमा सँगै पढ्दा रहेछन् दुवैजना, अनि अहिले पढाई सकिने बेलामा बल्ल एक अर्कामा दुई बर्षदेखि पलाएको प्रेमको भावना साटेका रहेछन्। एक महिना जतिमा त दुवै आ-आफ्ना बाटो लाग्ने।

क्षितिजले भन्यो – “किन लग्दैनौ तिम्रो प्रेमीलाई तिमीसँगै आफ्नो देश? अथवा तिमी उसँगै उसको देश जान पनि त सक्छौ नि”
उसले भनी – “मेरो प्रेमी आफ्नै देश फर्किन चाहन्छ पढाई सकेपछि। त्यहाँ गएर गैसस खोली जनताको सेवा गर्ने विचार छ उसको”

“त्यसो भए तिमी उसँग जाऊ, जागिर पाइन भनेर गुनासो गर्थ्यौ अब आफ्नै प्रेमीको गैससमा काम पाउँछौ।” क्षितिजका यी कुरा सुनी उसले ऊ अहिल्यै आफ्नो प्रेमीको विकासोन्ममूख देश, जुनचाँहि त्यो क्षेत्रको सबैभन्दा गरीब देशमा गनिन्छ, मा जान तयार छैन भनेर प्रष्ट्याई।

उसले सोच्यो हुनपनि संसारको सबैभन्दा धनी देशमध्यमा गनिने देशकी उसकी साथी सबैभन्दा गरीब देशमध्यको एकमा जान के तयार हुन्थी र, जतिसुकै गाढा मायामा फसेकी भएपनि। आखिर हामी अहिले यति बास्तुपरक जीवन जिउँछौँ, सानो कुराको अभावले त हामीलाई अत्याउँछ भने उसको साथी र साथीको प्रेमीको देशको जनजीवनमा त आकाश-जमीनको फरक छ। माया-प्रेमले जात, रंग, धर्म आदि केहीलाई पनि छुट्याउँदैन भन्छन्, अनि त्यो कुरा साँचो पनि होला धेरै हदसम्म। उसकै साथीको हदमा पनि साँचो देखियो माया-प्रेमले छालाको रंग नदेखेको। तर अहिलेको युगमा ती पूराना वर्गीकरणहरू भन्दा पनि ठूलो वर्गीकरण त धनी र गरीब बीच पो छ। गरीबको जीवनलाई टाढाबाट हेर्ने अनि उनीहरूको दुख, परिश्रमको गुणगान गाउने, प्रसंशा गर्ने त धेरै भेटिन्छन् तर उनीहरूकै जस्तो जीवन जिउने हिम्मत गर्ने भेट्न मुश्किल नै पर्छ। आखिर आफ्नो भौतिक सुखले भरिपूर्ण जीवन कसले त्यति सहजै त्याग्न सक्छ र?

यी सबै कुरा क्षितिजले मनमै राख्यो – आफ्नी मिल्ने साथीको मायामा खोट लगाउन चाहेन उसले। बरू उसको अवस्थाप्रति सहानुभूति जनायो, अनि उसको सुखद भविष्यको कामना गर्दै बिदा लियो।

एम पी ‘क्षितिज’

भ्यानकुभर, क्यानडा

the ritual

He had never cared to step on the step-on weighing scale that lay beneath the towel radiator in the bathroom until one day when he saw it out in the open with fresh marks of a pair of feet. The marks of those slender looking feet got him thinking who it was, for his house-mates definitely didn’t look like the ones with slender feet. They might have been his own feet, only that they were a couple of sizes too big. In any case, seeing the scale out in the open, he decided to step on, and to his horror found that he was 8.7 STONES!

He wasn’t horrified at his weight, he was horrified because the scale only showed the weight in STONES! Truth was he didn’t know how much 8.7 Stones was in Kilogram. He knew 1 pound was around half a kilo, but he had no idea how many pounds made a Stone! In any case, he got on with his routine, and as soon as he was back in his room, he Googled to find the conversion table. He was really horrified now that he knew his current weight in kilograms. 55 Kg! He has never been this heavy – he was proud of his 50±1 Kg body weight. Suddenly he found himself FOUR Kilos overweight.

He went back to the bathroom to confirm his weight (in stones) – took off his clothes to make sure he got the accurate measurement and stepped on the scale once more. Still 8.7 Stones. Tried again. Still 8.7 Stones. A third time. Still the same. It was clear that he had put on weight, probably for the first time in his life!
Continue reading the ritual

thinking allowed…

Two scraps from the past that seem relevant in the present.

Scrap 1: worse hand-writing in the world!?! Wouldn’t surprise me at all :)

detention-n-exile.jpg

Scrap 2: It can’t be me!!! At least not the one with “nameless fame”…future aspirations? I hope not!!!

He is enjoying his nameless fame on his pedestal, his ivory tower. He thinks, he talks, and he writes – but he doesn’t leave his ivory tower, or mind his namelessness. He acknowledges that one day he’ll have to leave his tower, and drop down to the real world, and acquire a real name, and do real things. We’ll just have to wait and see if he’s still able to think, and talk, and write then as he does now…

Click “more” only if you are in a mood for more junk…I don’t mind if you do by the way – I’d rather welcome it to be honest :)

Continue reading thinking allowed…

55-word story…

I had read somewhere about this while blog-hopping. Best way to practice writing – telling more using less words. So here is my first try. Wow, this is already more than half of the 55-words! But intro doesn’t count…

She flashes him. He’s not in mood to see her so doesn’t call back. He knows she’d expect something from him if she came. Of course she’ll give something in return. After a few flashes, she actually calls him. As soon as he picks the phone, she hangs up. Right then there’s a knock at the door. She’s standing outside with her hands joined in Namaskaar! He had taught her how they greeted in his country during their last meeting only three days ago…

Statistics:

Paragraph: 1; Sentences: 9; Characters: 347; Words: 84; I failed :(