Satish Shrestha (सतिश श्रेष्ठ )

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धरहरा

Posted by Satish Shrestha on August 17, 2011


 

 

 

 

काला कौवाहरुका बिचमा

एक्लो बकुल्ला सरि

श्वेत रंग पोतिएर

टाटे-पाटे अनगिन्ति झुप्रा देखि

आलिशान महलका बिचमा

आफ्नो मौलिकता अनि उचाईलाई

कायम राख्दै उभिएको

म धरहरा

एक्लो छु

तर

निरिह पक्कै छैन |


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गफ

Posted by Satish Shrestha on August 6, 2011


 

सोध्यो एउटा विद्वानले 

तेरो देश लाई के  भो ?
आफुलाई त पेट दुखिराथ्यो
भनिदिएँ मेरो देश लाई कब्जियत  भा’ छ |
सन्दर्भ मिलाउन खोज्दै थपें-
२००७ सालमा काँचो प्रजातन्त्र भन्ने फल खाथ्यो
काँचो न पर्यो, पचाउन सकेन,
२०१७ सालमा  डल्लै  हग्यो |
अर्को चोटी फेरी त्यहि फल  खायो
अलि कुरेर, अलि पाक्न दिएर
२०४६ साल तिर 
त्यो फल खाको नी भयो यस्तै २२ वर्ष 
राम्ररी पाकेको थिएन क्यार 
देशलाई नराम्रो कब्जियत भो
अब हेरौं, अलि कुरौं
कुन दिन पर्छ जीउले थाम्न नसकेको जस्तै 
देशले  नी थाम्न सक्दैन
अनि फेरी एक रास उछिट्याउंछ |

सायद प्रजातन्त्र भन्ने फल पाक्न समय लाग्छ
अथवा त्यो आफै सायद पाक्न जान्दैन
यदि खानु नै छ भने आफ्नो पाचन शक्ति मजबूत बनाउनु पर्ला
अर्को चोटी त्यो फल खाने बेला सम्म सायद नेपाल को नी पाचन शक्ति तगडा भैसक्ला
त्यहि आशा गर्छु 

(मलाई कब्जियत चैं होइन, बिहान अलि पुरानो दुध खाको हुनाले पेटमा दिनभरि बाढी पहिरो गैराथ्यो 🙂 ) 


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Spokomptonian Experiences

Posted by Satish Shrestha on July 8, 2009


Spokane has been a city of surprises to me. First I met Tana, a lady who lived in Nepal for around eight years. Though we had several conversations, she never mentioned about her stay in Nepal until she invited me to her apartment. Last Christmas, she invited me and few other friends of mine for a dinner. That was the first moment of surprise, with her beautiful collection of arts and crafts from Nepal. She had quite a few artifacts from Nepal to embellish her room. Her living room and the hallway was separated by a traditional Tibetan curtain that one sees all the time in Tibetan Mo:Mo (dumplings) shops in Nepal. The walls were no different from one of those Nepali painting exhibitions in Siddhartha Art Gallery. Sketches of Sherpa women (Sherpini), old run-down Hindu temples, Nataraj painted on a piece of clothe were nicely framed and perfectly hung on the walls. Her flower vase was a trough made of brass, the ones Newars use in their feasts and other similar social occasions. She had a collection of travel guides to Nepal published way back in 70s by lonely planet and other popular publications. Among all of the books, Toni Hagen’s “Nepal: The Kingdom in the Himalayas” caught my attention the most. It brought back several memories. Whenever that book comes into my mind I remember a TV show by Bijay Kumar, one of the most reputed interviewers in Nepal. The show revealed the fact that the book was prohibited for distribution in Nepal by the Indian Government for several years. Many people in Nepal still do not know this fact. But anyone who is familiar with Nepal would not doubt over this fact, especial now – after observing several conspicuous interferences by the Indian government in Nepali politics. Going back to the topic, we talked about Tana’s experiences in Nepal and how things have changed over time.

After I got back home that night, I could not stop thinking about life in Nepal in the 60s. Nepal was under a dictatorship of a monarch. It was far behind in terms of development. People started spotting Nepal in a globe after flower children started settling in Kathmandu. The rise of the Flower Power revolution in the west; the *great migration* of Flower children from west to east in the quest of their Shangri-La; settlement of Flower children in Kathmandu – their virtual Shangri-La were the things I was more familiar with. So when Tana said she was in Nepal in the 60s, I erroneously assumed that she might have been somehow influenced by the revolution. In contrast, and to my complete surprise, she went and stayed in Nepal for a very noble cause. She worked as a volunteer in Peace Corps and traveled around Nepal, mostly mid western region. She and her husband are the first westerners to officially explore western Nepal. Her panoply of pictures from Mugu, the land of Rara lake, totally hypnotized me. I felt very uncomfortable with my erroneous assumption after knowing her story. As she told the story about her experiences with people in the mid western Nepal, I started thinking about current situation and people of Nepal. People are still poor, but making things even worse – people are brainwashed. Their pool of tranquility has been vigorously disturbed. All those so-called revolutions have turned futile. Leaders taking advantages of people’s ignorance and manipulating them for personal gain have completely devastated Nepal. Once declared “The Peace Zone” is a fairly tale now. All these realizations depress me, like they do to everyone who loves Nepal.

Getting back to surprises, I came across a very interesting incident a week back. I joined my friend Kaitlin to volunteer for a free bike tune up event organized by Pedals2People, a community serving non-profit organization in Spokane. Though not a bike expert, I decided to participate at least to learn new things about bikes. For the most part, I helped them fix flat tires. After I fixed the second or third flat tire of the day, I was checking if I had aligned the wheels right. It was rather different from what people usually do. I pumped the air and played with it like I used to play in Nepal when I was young. As I was pushing the wheel with my fingers, a lady saw me and immediately asked me where I was from. “I’m from Nepal”, I said. “ Ahh… I saw kids playing like you with tires in Nepal”, she said. I could not help but smile as wide as I could. Her name was Mandy and she had stayed in Nepal for around five months. She worked as a volunteer in INFOTECH, a NGO in Nepal. It was so strange that a lady figured out my nationality from a game I played back then.

Tire Boy_Spokomptonian Experiences
Majority of kids in Nepal still play with tires (that are no longer usable, of either bicycle or motorcycle). Kids playing with tires look dirtier than kids who play with plastic toys, but I am pretty sure tires are more fun than plastic toys. Though I never actually played with toys in my childhood, I can pompously say that tires are better. It involves some skills and imagination. When we were kids, we played several games based on tires. Among all of them, tires race and tires collision used to be the most popular ones in my neighborhood. Tire race is like sprint; a group of kids start pushing their tires with a small piece of stick and moves toward the finish point. The one who ends up first is the winner. Tire collision is usually played with broken tires of motorbikes. But it’s an one-on-one game. It involves a bit of energy and patience. Two players start pushing their tires and collide them. It is more like boxing, but with tires. One does not just smash one tire over another. One controls a tire with a piece of stick, which can either push it or stop it. The tire that falls on the ground first loses. Another game is rather different. It is not played with tires of bikes. A child makes his/her own tires with a PVC pipe by making a circle, attaching two ends by a small piece of wood. Then he/she makes a pushing lever with a piece of metal- something that is as thick as a spoke of bikes. Now its set to go – just push the tire with the lever and cruise on!

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