यी अक्षर होईनन् नदी हुन्

ममी भन्नुहुन्थ्यो
यो 'क' मात्र होइन तिम्रो यात्राको सारथी हो
कुनै दिन तिमी पुग्नेछ्यौ परपर...
कहरु सँग बग्दै
लाग्थ्यो .....
यी अक्षर होईनन् नदी हुन्,
बगिरहन्छ्न परपर...... । ।

तिमीले भनिदियौ
अक्षरको यात्रा सबैभन्दा सुन्दर यात्रा हो
लाग्यो.....
आमाझै सुन्दर रहेछ्न् अक्षरहरु
यी मेरा आफ्ना हुन्,
आमा जस्तै । ।

अझै पनि
मलाई खाली पाना मनर्दैन
भरिदिन्छु अक्षरहरु रंगझै
लाग्छ यी मेरा बालखकालका साथीहरु हुन्
आइदिन्छ्न् सपनामा इन्द्रेणीझै । ।


आज फेरी एकहुल अक्षरहरु
रिसाउँदैछ्न् मसँग
लाग्दैछ......
यी मेरा सारथी होईनन्
यी त जीवनका छालहरु हुन्,
खोज्दा रहेछ्न् आफ्नै अस्तित्त्व
बनाउँदा रहेछ्न् आफ्नै बर्णमाला । ।

The Story of Being Odd

How do you define odd?  Maybe, something or someone who is different than the mass or the person who is not like you. Or the person with a quirky personality. Maybe someone who seems boring. Seems quite different than what you say normal. You can define it in your own terms. With your own dictionary. But the world is so diverse, we grew up together despite having many differences. Don’t you think it’s hard to be normal than to be odd?

Odd is one of my favourite words. It’s a beautiful word which welcomes the diversity of the world along with its unconventional nature. There are many reasons for loving this word. I  already said I love this word because I always been odd among my friends and relatives.  In a way, I am happy to be odd. And, today I am going to explore the story of being odd.

We can't say anyone you need to be like this because it is simply unfair. The world is diverse, human beings are diverse and we have to respect this diversity. And, the world is diverse that’s why it seems beautiful. And I love this diversity of the world.

I come from a very conventional, normal lower-middle-class family. I had a normal childhood despite I was not normal in terms of my physical structure. I was quite odd in terms of how I looked. I was lean thin with a dark complexion which is not quite normal in Nepalese society especially in the case of women. That made me quite odd since childhood because I was not like my cousins and friends. I was quite tiny and dark among them.  And the people started to question over my colour, size from very early childhood that shaped me differently. The people and the world around me never been my inspiration. I never thought that I wanted to be like someone who was around me. I don’t know why but I hardly got the aspiration and inspiration around my world when I was a child. That made me odd among my friends because I wasn't like them.

Now I realize the beauty of being different. But still, people cannot accept the reality of differences. We are different because our background is different, our schooling is different and our aspiration is different. We cannot see all the people through the same lens. When  I think about myself. I consider myself margin of everything the colour, shape, behaviour. I am beyond how the girl supposed to be. I am like this because of the many dimensions of my own life. But people barely accept this reality, they just want to see the people like them, Now when I am writing this I remember that letter one my friends wrote for me, “ Dear Nirjala! I want to see your strength to strength, just like I want myself to. Keep being you, be proud of being different because being different makes the world interesting.” I love the phrase keep being you, it’s a beautiful thing. But in lots of cases when someone truly wants to be himself/herself then he/she becomes odd. Apart from this, we rarely have a culture of accepting the differences. We lack the culture of heterogeneity that’s why we have a narrow concept of normal. That’s why still we are negating the peculiarity of individual and the importance of alternative thought.

 Still, I am an odd girl for many people. Maybe boring, weird, eccentric or idiosyncratic.  In eighteen, it was quite chaotic, it was a loss of ownership, it was lack of belonging. Now it’s a liberating experience. It is the great sense of freedom. Indeed, it’s a weird identity which denies to be defined.

पर्खाइ

कुनै दिन लागेको थियो
पर्ख मात्र पर्ख
फूलहरु फुल्नेछ्न् कुनै दिन
तिम्रै बगैचामा
चराहरु गाउँनेछ्न्..........
त्यस दिन चराहरुको गीत तिम्रो हुनेछ
सदासदाको लागी आउँनेछ परको क्षितिज
तिम्रै छेउ
र भन्नेछ अब म टाढाको रहिन
आउ! छोउ! महशुस गर !
लागेको थियो पर्खाइको फल सारै सुन्दर हुन्छ्
बिडम्बना आज पर्खाइको अन्तिम विन्दुमा
म भन्नेछैन्
पर्ख मात्र पर्ख.............
आज रित्तो आकाशमा
म टुक्रीएका धुमिल छाँया मात्र देख्दैछु । । 

बिद्रोहको यात्रा

आज फेरी सेतो क्यानभाषमा
मैले कालो रंग पोतिदिएँ
थाहा छैन
तिम्रा इन्द्रेणीहरुले मलाई
कसरी हेर्नेछ्न् भोली
सायद यो कठिन हुनेछ
बिद्रोहको यात्रा ............
म फूल होइन मुस्कुराइरहन सकिन । ।

हरेकपटक
तिम्रो इन्द्रेणी
मेरो रहेन ....
तिम्रो रंग
मेरो भएन.......
तिम्रो परिभाषा
मेरो बनेन.......
सायद तिमीजस्तो नहुनु
जीवनका थुप्रै क्यानभाषमा कालो पोत्नु रहेछ
आज फेरी सेतो क्यानभाषमा
मैले कालो रंग पोतिदिएँ । ।

मौन सिम्फोनी

जीवनको रंग यती फिका फिका.........
लाग्छ कहिलेकाही
लाग्छ भरिदिउँ तिम्रो  रंग
भरिदिउँ मेरो रंग.….
थाहा छ
बुझ्न गार्हो छ
बुझाउँन अझै गार्हो
सायद मैले गल्ती गरें!
तिम्रा मौन प्रश्नहरुको जवाफ
मौनतामै दिएँ !
सबै मौनता प्रिय हुँदारहेनछ्न्......
जस्तोकी सबै मौन रातहरु
माफ गर!
समयले सबैलाई पर्खदोरहेनछ
आज तिम्रा मौन गीतहरुमा
फेरी मैले मौन सिम्फोनीहरु भरिदिएकी छु । । 

अस्पष्टता

उडिरहेका चराहरु
फूलिरहेका फूलहरु
वा दिनहुँ सपना बोकेर हिंडिरहेका पाइलाहरु
मजस्तै
अथवा तिमीजस्तै
शब्द शब्दलाई जीवनको वाक्य मानेर
रमाइरहेका हृदयहरु
खै कोही देख्दिन स्पष्ट
खै कहाँ छ सग्लोपन?
खै कहाँ छ स्पष्टता?
म बिना चस्मा हेरिरहेछु
देख्दैछु धमिलो मात्र धमिलो
खाली कागज
बताससँगै उडिरहने छरपष्ट अक्षरहरु
खै केहि देख्दिन स्पष्ट
धमिलो मात्र धमिलो। 

"Honesty is the Best policy"

It is easy to write about your own experiences but at the same time, it is difficult, to be honest. It is difficult to portray very personal experience on a  public platform. It needs guts. Although, it is all about the process of being honest. I think it’s a beautiful thing. Indeed, honesty is the best policy.

          Today, as always, I am walking with the same motto  “honesty is the best policy.”  Most of my close relatives and friends are quite familiar with my unfamiliar nature that is I am so bad with those things which are called social one.  I never feel comfortable in public gathering and functions. So, most of the time I feel very uncomfortable to talk about social institution because I consider myself very unsocial one. However, today I am going to talk about a social institution that is about marriage because I thought that I should talk about it.

          I don’t know how sociology and anthropology define marriage although I have been the student of them. Maybe they take it as a social institution. Maybe may not be. I am not sure. But my take on it is  purely personal one. Purely individual one. Well, I was thinking to write about it for a long time but I already said it needs courage. Finally, today I feel that I can write about it.

          When you became 25 the most common question people ask you is “when you are getting married?” It is more common in case of women as if you have nothing to do except it. I am writing this because of my experience. And the funniest thing is to see their reactions. They react like your life is worthless because you are single. Sometimes I am quite surprised to see their reactions.

          Recently hajurama told me, “Aba ta pani love gar, sabaile love garera bihe garisake.” Then I said, “ Ma ta bihe nagarne” I was in a very light mood and reacted like this but for her, marriage is everything because she never sees life beyond this. But for me the thing is different. I cannot see my life just for marriage. From childhood, my perception about marriage is different. I never see myself as marriage material. The main reason behind is that I wasn’t like that girl who was supposed to be easily likable. I wasn’t a pretty one, who was the star among relatives and friends. I was out of the box in every category. Maybe that is the reason, I never thought that one day prince will come and take me in far dreamland. I never take marriage in that way. From childhood, I have been rereading this institution from a very different perspective. Sometimes as an outsider, sometimes as a very critical and cynical thinker.

          Now, everyone says that I am in the marriageable age. But I don’t what is the right age. However, as always I become quite cynical when I think about it. Everyone says it’s the beginning of a new life. Although I always found this very complex institution because still, marriage is more about ownership rather than partnership especially in case of women. I have seen many wonderful ladies around me who left everything, wonderful career, many dreams just to save this institution. But it is wonderful if it is all about partnership rather than ownership.

          Again I am going to wrap up with my own point of view. As a woman,  I got a wonderful father, brother, and friends in my life. I feel fortunate enough because I am nothing without them.  Believe me, I am not anti-male.   But I don’t know why I found this institution a little bit odd one. Problematic one. Little bit regressive one. Maybe it is all about my misconception.