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A record of how my birthday was made special by the twitteratties…. A big thanks to those who have enough time to do nothing…
Circa: Feb, 2003
I’ve been asked several times these days, how does it feel to be out of hospital?
And I reply, it always depends on whether you’re coming out in a morgue van, or back home in a cab.
Fortunately, I came back home in a cab. Bones successfully joined, with the help of steel plate and a few screws. Thankfully not all of my friends, who’re ever so ready to pull my leg, asked me, “Have you been screwed?”
Almost immediately following the grand conclusion of the London Olympics on August 12, formal preparations for the Rio Olympiad 2016 began. And in countries around the world, athletes have returned and will soon begin to take stock of their respective performances–the highlights, the low points. Unfortunately for Nepalis, like most Olympiads before this, we don’t have much to boast about this time, in terms of performance or medals.
Official records show Nepal’s Olympic medal count to be, so far, at zero, with only an honorable mention for Bidhan Lama, who won bronze in Taekwondo, when it had been included as a demonstration sport in the 1988 Olympics in Seoul.
Few, however, know that a Nepali has won a gold medal at the Olympics. The feat had taken place way back in 1924, when the first ever Winter Games was organised in Chamonix, France. The man was Tejbir Bura, a Nepali national from the Gurkha regiment, who had received a gold medal in Alpinism. Bura and his accomplishments have, sadly, remained unknown, a fault that can be attributed to poor recordkeeping among other factors.
मौत तू एक कविता है…
मुझसे एक कविता का वादा है, मिलेगी मुझको…
It’s amazing that the lines were uttered on the silver screen by Bollywood’s biggest star ever, in front of the one who held the reins then.
Yes we are talking of Amitabh Bachchan saying those, rather coyly, in front of smiling Rajesh Khanna, who looked rather confident. Little did we know then that the champion was in front of the contender. The contender, who’d later go on to become a champion.
Seven teenage girls committed suicide in Nepal, in a span of a few days, during the week gone by. Normally it should not cause an alarm in a country where suicide rate is nearly seven per thousand people per annum. In fact, a study on Maternal Mortality and Morbidity of Nepali women of reproductive age (15-49 years) found that suicide as the single leading cause of death among women of that age group in the country.
The study was done in 2008/09, covered a total population of 3,298,319 and was carried out in 8 districts—Baglung, Jumla, Kailali; Okhaldhunga, Rupandehi, Rasuwa, Sunsari and Surkhet. All that, when suicide is not even in the top 10 causes of death worldwide. In such a situation, does the first line of this column demand attention?
Have you ever noticed, that you’re NOT hip… No, not at all… Or rather surprised that you ARE, very much so.
If yours truly demands to know, how you arrived at the conclusion, would you have an answer? Or you start looking sideways, as if stumped by a question from your grandmother, asking you, who gave you the greatest pleasure while making out. It’s not that you can’t remember, but that the question makes you jump, just by virtue of where it is originating from or why was it asked in the first place. The sequence of answer gets lost and you’re gaping, with enough space between your jaws to let a whizzing Malinga yorker get inside your throat (Now don’t blink as if Malinga is a restaurant in Kathmandu’s King’s way – which happens to be true – and if Yorker means resident of New York).
Did I lose, or you won,
In the fights that we begun,
Petty fights and the lingering pain,
Our little egos comfortably slain,
When Abraham Lincoln defined democracy as ‘government of the people, by the people, for the people’, little did he know that one day, ‘God’ himself will be a part of the government. Of course, I am not talking about Church being powerful in entire Europe at some point of time, or Nepali monarchy’s fascination of being labeled as incarnation of Lord Vishnu.
It’s about the ‘God’ of cricket, Sachin Tendulkar. And him being nominated to the upper house of Indian parliament, Rajya Sabha…
Nepal is a strange country, if you look at it from outside. Any country celebrating more than half a dozen New Years and a few Democracy Days definitely qualifies as being, at least strange. Remember? We had a Democracy Day in Falgun 7 (late Feb). And now, we have another one.
Today is the sixth Democracy Day (nepali nomenclature has it termed as Loktantra Diwas). Officially so! The day brings a lot of emotions to people like yours truly. The day People’s Movement of 2006 became successful. Half a dozen years ago!
One of my unwritten resolutions this year and for past few years has been, to write. And write as regularly as I can. It would be too much to ask to write everyday on these columns, from a person labeled as ‘Your Laziness’ by some people who know Yours Truly closely.
But sometimes, you beat yourself and expectations you have from yourself.
एक दिन दुइ दिन गर्दै गांउबाट फर्केको पनि निकै भएछ । जानु भन्दा अघि आफैलाइ वाचा गरेको थिए गांउमा एउटा कथा लेख्छु । शहरिया बानी, गांउलाइ सानो आंक्ने । सजिलै जित्न सकिन्छ भन्ने । शहर बसुन्जेल कथाको एउटा क्यारेक्टरको बारेमा सोच्न नसक्ने तर गांउमा पुरै कथा भेटिन्छ भन्ने कन्फिडेन्स । या शायद भनौं शहरिया कायरता । शहरमा केहि गर्न नसकेको इन्फिरीयरिटी कम्प्लेक्सलाइ गांउमा मेटाउन खोज्ने प्रयास ।
आफ्नो गांउ जाने अवसर जुरेको पनि निकै अन्तरालमा पो रहेछ । दुइ चार वर्ष मात्र भन्ठानेको त, एक दशक भैसकेको रहेछ । एक दशक… झण्डै एक कालखण्ड । धेरै परिवर्तन भैसकेको होला, शायद त्यहां चिन्ने कोही नहोला, अझ म आफैले कसलाइ पो चिनुला र भन्ने डर ।
The word is enough to startle you, especially when it’s loud enough and you’re not expecting to meet anyone, walking through the capital’s streets. Your eyes are on the pavement that you’re walking and suddenly you lift your head. It was a stranger, not even remotely close to anyone I’ve seen or met.
In a matter of split second, I realized that he was not calling me, and had stopped another passer-by. But then, as I passed by, I happened to be close enough to hear what they were speaking.