Showing posts with label Nepal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nepal. Show all posts

Friday, December 29, 2017

बालापनः ताउलीकाे तरकारी नाेस्टाल्जीया

सबैलाई त हैन अधिकांश मानिसलाई सानो हुने बेलासम्म ठुलो हुने कैले होला भन्ने लाग्थ्यो । अनी ठुलो भएपछी मान्छेलाई बालापन प्यारो लाग्छ, बाल्यकालका याद ताजा हुन्छन् । त्यसैले सुनिल वर्देवाकाे 'गाेरेटाे अनि उस्तै छ गल्ली.....काेही फर्काइदेउ त्याे वालापन' गीत हीट छ । आज बाल्यकालको एउटा किस्सा सम्झें ।
बाल्यकालमा काउलीको तरकारीप्रतीको मेरो मोह र लगाव । अरुले कसैले कोपिको फुल, गोपिको फुल, फुलकाउली भन्ने तरकारीलाई हाम्रो घरमा काउली भन्थेम । म चैँ काउली भनेसी हुरुक्कै । जती खाए नि पुग्यो नभन्ने ।
हाम्रो बारीमा मम्मी काउली लगाउनुहुन्थ्यो । बारीमा काउलीको बोट कम हुंदै जांदा पिर भने तरकारीको ब्यबस्था गर्ने ममिलाई भन्दा नि काउलीप्रेमी मलाई समेत पर्थ्यो । सानो बेला मेरो तोते बोली थियाे । मलाई काउली मन पर्छ भन्ने पनि हाम्रो छिमेकमा चर्चा र रमाइलोको बिषय थियाे । बुद्दिसागर ठुलोबुवा मलाई जिस्काउनुहुन्थ्याे संधै ।
नानी, तरकारी के खायौ?
म : ताउली ।
उहां : ए हाे र, मलाइ पनि ताउली मन पर्छ । मलाई नि ताउली देउ न । तिम्रो आमाले त कस्तो राम्रो ताउली बनाउनुहुन्छ ।
म : आफ्नै ताउली थाउ ।
उहां: हाम्रोमा त छैन । तिमी देउ न ।
म : भये थाउ, नभये नथाउ ।
एक पटक एस्तो संवाद भएपछी उहांलाई झनै रमाइलो लाग्ने रहेछ । अनी भेट्नेबित्तिकै, 'तरकारी के खायौ' भनेर सोध्नुहुन्थ्यो । म उस्तै पारले जवाफ दिन्थे, अन्त्य हाम्रो उस्तै हुन्थ्यो 'भये थाउ नभये नथाउ' । अहिलेसम्म नि उहां भेट्दा सबै खबर सोधेर अन्तिममा 'ताउलीको तरकारी, भये थाउ, नभये नथाउ' भन्नुहुन्छ ।
काउलीसङैको अर्को प्रसँग हामी काउलीको फुललाई काउलीको बुटा भन्थेम । खानामा के थप्ने भन्दा 'बुटा' भन्दै थप्थेम । एक दिन ममी खाना बनाएर बारीमा जानुभएछ काम गर्न । शनिबार हुनुपर्छ, तरकारी त उही बेस्ट काउलिको पाकेको रहेछ । म गएर एक एक बुटो काउली निकालेर खाएं । एक पटक, दुई पटक हैन धेरै पटक । अन्तिममा काउली र अालुकाे तरकारी त केवल आलुको तरकारी भएछ । तरकारीमा भएकाे काउलीकाे सबै फुल त मैले पो सक्काएछु । पछि सबैले खाना खाने बेला त तरकारी आलुको मात्र रह्यो ।

Friday, August 11, 2017

#IAmWithDrKC

एक यात्री निस्केथ्यो एक्लै एक्लै,
बसेथ्यो कैयौ पटक उ भोक भोकै,
हर पटक दिलाईएको थियो आश्वासन ।
त्यो बेला सोच्थ्यो उ, शायद यो नै होस् अन्तिम अन्सन ।


सहमतीको मसी सुक्नु अगावै
साशक नियम मिचिरह्यो,
जनताको स्वास्थ्यमा खेलवाड गरिरह्यो,
उ फेरी चुपचाप एक्लो प्रयासमा लागिरह्यो ।

साथमा कोहि होस नहोस
सोचेन उस्ले आफुलाई निम्छरो र एक्लै
तयार भयो पु:न बस्न भोकै
छाड्न मानेन अडान पटक्कै ।


जिबन समर्पित सेवाको लागि
'हट्ने हैन डटि लड्ने' भईसक्यो बानी,
उसको अनसन, अर्थात भन्सुनवाला
माफिया र शाशकको लागि हैरानी ।


माफिया सोच्दा हुन, डा गोबिन्द गल्दैछ,
उनिहरुलाई के थाहा, झुट्को खेती अब ढल्दैछ ।
गोबिन्द के सि को अगुवाईमा
सत्यको पक्षमा भ्रष्टाचार बिरुद्द जनता लड्दैछ ।

न लोभ न इर्श्या, न कुनै क्षोभ
अटल छ उ टाकुरा,
बेईमान र घुशखोरी बिच
उम्रेको निश्ठाको कलिलो आंकुरा ।

#IAmWithDrKC

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Nuwakot Palace, to wait or to move?

On this Nepali New Year eve, our team was at Baireni, Dhading. Our initial plan was to return from Baireni itself, but we ended up going Nuwakot. Maybe it was destined for us to be in Nuwakot Darbar (Historical place) on that very special day of New Year. It was 25 km away from Baireni and new place for our team.We enjoyed surfaced road up to Nuwakot bazar, then we followed the dusty road to reach Durbar area. As we stopped, we were surprised to see a lot of roadside Jeri vendors on a row. It seemed like Jeri Festival. Later on, we learned that Jeri was presented as an offering by the pilgrims while visiting the temple.  



We moved towards the palace premises. Despite such a mega earthquake, the building remained there but with damage in many parts. Anyone could figure out that the reconstruction efforts are underway. Nuwakot Palace is believed to have played a pivotal role in shaping the history of modern Nepal. But now, the palace has been a mess because of the several wooden scattered throughout the premises. 

There were some marking on the woods. It looked as if the woods were prepared as 'replicas' of the original woods used in the structure. The structure looked scary as some of its walls had been retained with support from bamboo and woods. We were a big team of 19 people and every time we laughed, we were bit scared as well. 



Picture: Our team is trying to capture the moment and collect memories. 

There were several posters on the background which were directed to government and asking for the instant renovation. The flex prints were all over the premises. We did not find any single wall without such poster. While we appreciate the concerns of local to draw the attention of government, we also thought on what locals could have done.





Picture: A poster in the backdrop posted by Nuwakot Sarokar Society ask the government to reconstruct religious and historical heritages of Nuwakot Palace premises without delay. 

We could see the queue of internal tourists (as it was the first day of the year) and several visitors had been there with the religious purpose. Based on our observation, the flow of tourist can be marked as 'significant'. We also saw several buses which were reserved particularly for the visit. There were also a group of foreign tourists who had been there as they have learned about the historic place. The structure which was built long ago is still standing there tall. The lovely woodcrafts within the trapped structure looked as if they are waiting to be restored back to the beautiful structure again. The architecture itself looked so promising. Nuwakot palace has its own cultural and historical significance as it is the seven-story pal­ace fortress built during the reign of Prithvi Narayan Shah in the 18th century. 


On the way back, we discussed the possibilities to reconstruct the structure back. The work was in progress but the pace of the work might have been much faster had there been some different approaches. As an observer, it appeared as if the locals were more relying on government's action and questioning them rather than putting their effort.

We also recalled on how Bouddhanath was built and restored within a short span of time. It had been all possible with the support and enthusiasm at the local level. One of our colleague who resides at Bouddhanath area, Kathmandu shared on how individual contributed to the rebuilding process. We were so happy to learn that locals had not just provided cash and kind contribution but also provided labor support for several months. Some of the locals also financed for snacks, lunch, and some even contributed for tea/coffee. We were assured that if done properly, local initiation can build a big structure in short period. 

On the way back, we also discussed if the locals could have used the concept of local finance of raised some entry fee so that the fund could have been used for the reconstruction. We also talked if there had been some community members who could share and describe the cultural/historical aspects of the palace and provide guidance. We believe the tourists would not hesitate to pay nominal charges as they do in other places. Well, there are always options and possibilities which need to be tried so that we can bring a positive result. While we can understand that the locals have faced severe damage and still struggling to recover the loss at the individual level. They are still struggling to find ways to recover property and return to normal life. In the meantime, the Nuwakot Durbar is the pride of whole Nuwakot and Nepal. As the member of the community, they are also the custodian of the Nuwakot Durbar. Thus, locals need to take their stake and move for reconstruction. We also talked about how the Sundaridada view tower and information center, Kaski has been seen as one of the places to visit by the tourists in greater Pokhara. 

We returned to our own destinations. Deep in heart, I was touched by the scene of Nuwakot palace. Two days later, I met my colleague who resides at Sundaridada. As we had a discussion about the Nuwakot reconstruction and had also talked about resource center, I asked her about the collection done by the center in general. She responded that on an average, tower collects around NPR 20,000 per month. The tower recorded the arrival of more than 200 visitors on Nepali New Year. The view tower/resource center has created employment at the local level. The information center acts as a platform for local farmers, local business houses to disseminate information and sell the products and items available at local level. The key highlights of various goods and services of the watershed area are available in the information center. The center also displays the variety of rice, vegetable, flora and fauna found at Begnas and Rupa watershed. In addition to that, climatic data is also available at the tower. 

Local items of high value (Honey, Anadi rice, foxtail millet, taro products etc. and other local items are also available). So far, visitors have been found buying local items as the souvenir from Begnas and supporting the initiation done by the community. The branding at landscape level has been helpful for the promotion of local items. The benefit generated from the resource center goes back to the conservation of lake. So, this is a clear example of how the community can be self-reliant and work on its own rather than relying on others support. 

Picture: Begnas-Rupa Information Center and View Tower

I think Nuwakot Palace will be a top priority for every visitor who reaches Nuwakot district. If one visits Nuwakot palace at currrent conditition, one would certainly feel demotivated. What if when representatives from Government Agency/INGO/NGO visits Nuwakot Durbar premises with an interest to support Nuwakot Palace Reconstruction? Will they still be interested in providing the support or not? Well, I think, they might show reluctance on providing support as they might not be convinced on the 'buy-in' and 'drive' from the locals. But, had there been an environment which could have reflected local initiation and willingness to move, organization/agency would be convinced and show readiness to provide additional support. 

We completed year 2 of the mega earthquake and several structures devastated by the earthquake are not yet repaired. I hope the example of Bouddhanath reconstruction and Sundaridada view tower/information center motivates us. Local initiations can make difference. The status of progress on post-earthquake reconstruction has been slower. Examples from Dhurmus-Suntali foundation motivates us to be hopeful. Nuwakot Durbar will be reconstructed for sure. We think that it will take a long time if it is left at its current pace. But if locals support the reconstruction and join hands, it will be easy for government and other stakeholders as well to speed up the work.  Locals need to make a start and bring ways for co-finance. At the end of the day, we wish to see the Nuwakot palace restored soon. 

Friday, May 8, 2015

Of Shocks and Aftershocks

I realized my head was spinning. I again felt the surface beneath me was shaking. I tried to standstill but could not stand properly. I was trying to catch up the tap but it did not provide support to me. I again took help of two walls but it appeared they were also moving. Then suddenly I heard sharp rattling sounds. I felt if it was helicopter near my house. I was taking note of every possible reason on why I was feeling so. I felt I was feeling completely different but I was not sure on what it was. Despite assuming every possible things, I did not assume it as earthquake. I continued to take shower and suddenly my mom shouted out. 'Are you alright?

'hmm Ya..' I was not feeling alright.. 


'Yes.. hmm.. But..I am not feeling good Mom..'


'Did not you realize such a big earthquake.. How can you not realize earthquake.. It was a big one..Are you fine?'


The surface beneath me started shaking again. I realized the walls were moving again, but in real that was not the case.   


'No, I felt I was not feeling well. I felt it was me having some kind of difficulty.'


I landed in the real world now only and the reality was a shock for me. I did not even realize that what appeared like head-spinning was a massive Earthquake in real. I took shower and went out of home. Till then, everyone in our locality were outside home. Some of them were surprised to see me inside while some of them were still with shocking experience. I realized that when everyone was rushing out of home to find 'safe' place, I was trying to find possible reason that made the surface beneath moving. 
I recalled on how I had made every possible speculation from too much hustle-bustle, not eating properly, directly diving to shower from travel and etc. 

Then the 'communication series' began. Call was not connecting so I swapped into text. The senders were different and the recipients were different but the content was same. 

'Are you safe? Is your family safe? It was such a  big one. Take care' and blah blah...

On next round, I was trying to reach to more of my colleagues and they were also trying to reach more. Then the updates were changing. I have been able to connect with this and this but not with that one .. 



After a while, there was another tremor again. Aftershock was powerful enough to remind others the first one, while It was the first one I recognized that day as earthquake. I was trying to reach to my relatives, friends and colleagues but no call was connecting. Suddenly a kid in our locality got faint. She stood strong in the first quake but could not be brave in the second one. She was rushed to hospital. Her aunt shared later on how many journalists caught them before they could reach to 'emergency ward'. She was discharged the same day. 

We had family function on Saturday and I had rushed home to attend the function scheduled at 12:00 but the earthquake (7.8) hit us at 11:56 AM [25 April, 2016]. Guests were caught in between travel but they managed to reach safe. Indoor venue was again changed to outdoor venue and the function kept going. During the function, I was trying to capture the moments. Camera was capturing faces. Faces with fear. Faces with frustrations. Still and reluctant faces. Fu
nction moved on but the momentum of participant was different than expected. Guests returned home. 


Mom was reaching to many relatives and getting updates. Her Ncell had been of real use. My brother who never bothered to call home [From India] had called in such a worrying tone. We had no electricity. Dad could not locate his radio and as rushing to shops to find one but all in vain. Though he found his radio, that was not working. Thanks to our neighbor who mended it using his local technology and tricks. Battery was sinking in cell. I got call from Friends but the news was quite unpleasant. My friend's home was badly affected from earthquake. Our friends had made quick plans to leave early on Sunday. 

Another call was from my boss regarding situation reporting and emergency meeting. Throughout the night, 
We were listening Radio. Big FM was broadcasting throughout the night. Victims were sharing their stories. I could not stop my tears when a 65 year old lady from Lekhnath shared on how her 12 year granddaughter saved her toddler brother by bringing him out of broken home. 

At 3;00 mom was sharing status of our locality. It took me no while to figure out it was a wrong number. It was call from abroad. He wanted to call #Chapakot (Part of Syangja district but quite far from our place). Though it was not for my mom he called, but he wanted some updates. Mom was also providing updates. 
So, I realized it was situations somehow guided our behaviours as well. During the times of pain, we tend to feel comfortable even with strangers. 


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Next day, early Sunday morning, I was rushing to catch-up Emergency meeting at Pokhara scheduled at 9:00 AM.


I reached Pokhara at 8:00 itself, found some time to explore a Radio. I was quite surprised to see my room. It was just the way I had left. To my utter surprise, everything looked perfect. 


Following the discussions, we divided our works among team. I moved to District Development Committee's Meeting [District Disaster Relief Committee's coordination meeting with NGOs] along with 4 colleagues and Baral Sir. There were almost 45 participants and almost 20 were speaking at a go.


It was around 11:55. A person took his turn and told, 'May be we better have this meeting at our ground, there are predictions that there could be next tremor soon close to 12:00'. 


Again there were 10-15 people shouting on him. 


'There is no science to predict earthquake.'


'Had you this prediction knowledge, why did not you tell yesterday'


'You better stay silent'.. 


The response kept coming. Then the meeting continued in the regular mode. It was almost at end but we were already worrying to complete our different assignments. We decided to leave one by one. EB Chair was left. After a while, there was a big tremor (6.7 magnitude at 12:54) again. It was almost as powerful as second tremor of Saturday. We could see many people coming outside rushing outside. I tried to scan the whole crowd, but could not locate Baral Sir. The aftershock was still by then and I went inside DDC Meeting Hall, there was no one. I shouted 'Baral Sir, are you around?'


There was no response. I  returned to the ground again and tried to go through the faces. Baral Sir was there among crowd with calm and smiling face. 
We returned to office and continued to get updates of staffs and their family. 

My Cell balance in both Prepaid and Postpaid was zero as I had sent numerous texts. System was not accepting regular recharge cards, even I visited NTC's booth and bought their machine charging system. It did not work. NTC provided facility to allow calls even for those numbers who did not had balance. Again it had restrictions on length of call. It seemed justified so as to make conversations succinct and efficient. I tried to reach out friends who had been Nuwakot. Call was not reachable and with my zero balance, even the text facility was not available. My friend (Originally from Nuwakot who is now abroad) called me. There were few words and more silence in our conversation. He was worried about his home and friends who traveled his home despite terrible tremors (aftershocks). He was talking with heavy heart. We hanged out with the hope that our friends would return safe. 



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My friends reportedly returned the same night. They shared their Nuwakot experience next day. Their sharing was no less than a major aftershock. I continued to work and get updates. While being with colleagues and friends, I found myself quite strong. But whenever I was alone, something used to haunt me from deep inside. So I had moved into Sister's place on Sunday itself. Her 6 year old son was seen asking in every 2-3 hours, 'Mom, why are not we shaking again'?

He continued, 'If there comes next aftershock, I will rush with my schoolbag. Otherwise I wont' be able to complete my homework.'

His mom responded 'Ok'. 


He also asked me, 'Is your home at village also dismantled?'


I responded, 'No, my home is fine'.

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Every kid had seen the devastation through the Television. At times he look worried while at times he looked happy to find a big bag full of junk foods. 


We again lost connection with some staff (3 Staff who were on the way back from Tatopani) who reported that they were safe on Saturday. We were trying to reach them by every possible means. We had many internal shocks and aftershocks till we finally found them through the support our partner at Sindhupalchowk on Tuesday. No words would be enough to describe how you feel when you find your colleagues safe after searching them for 3 days. The main reason of our tension was Kodari. The place from where they reported and the place which was the epicenter of two aftershocks (Sunday) which were as powerful as main earthquakes.  


Again two of our staffs were stranded in Jugu. Every time I talked with them, they tried to remain strong but they ended up sounding hopeless. They had seen many houses being collapsed in front of them. They had seen many households turning into debris. We all tried to keep our communications going on. There were so many emails floating. There was so much hope and so much consolation but in reality everyone was scared at their heart. 


At the footnote, most emails mentioned,



'Stay calm, stay strong, keep updated and stay connected' 

But deep inside we all were feeling fragmented but still trying to have faith. There were so many messages in Facebook inbox. It felt so soothing to find so many friends and relatives who cared. One of my friend from Kirtipur was busy tracking earthquake in Social Media. My other friend who just made it to Nepal (1 week ago) shared on she felt if it was for earthquake that she returned home. 

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Every misfortunes has some fortunate things with it. Had this devastation been in midnight, or on work days, then what? 

We would have lost more lives and obviously there would have been more injuries. As there are more male members who are working as immigrant workers, this earthquake has hit lots of families including many female headed families with dependent children. Families will now need to struggle even more to get relief (food, shelter and clothes). Government is trying to ensure distribution to all affected ones but its mechanism are not functioning properly. As the relief materials is stored for more than week in district headquarters following the indecisive meetings, thousands of families are looking at the roads and skies with hope. By now, relief should  have been reached to the needy ones and government should have been worked to prepare rehabilitation and rebuilding strategy, but it's yet to reach to the remote villages and make the presence of government felt. Monsoon is approaching, so we can't have much delay to ensure minimum housing to the families who have lost their homes. Otherwise the series of devastation will be much bigger than we all have expected. On another note, having gone through such a massive devastation, earthquake affected ones will need counselling to come out of the trauma and move on. 


#NepalEarthquake2015 has shattered thousands of dreams, hopes and lives. Many personal and public properties including world heritage sites, temples, monasteries, mosques, churches, towers, museums etc..have been damaged. This devastation has made us realize our #emptiness and somehow forced us to fill that emptiness with some #hopes. Yes we are trying to stand and move despite the difficult situations. We are struggling to get the hopes intact and have faith. We have seen people returning safe from the pond of death, we have seen rescuers finding people with fighting spirit in debris. We have learnt to feel #grateful, we have learnt to share, respect and admire what we have received. We have gained #endurance at the cost of many lives and resources.


#RIP to the departed souls. We will never forget you, we have learnt big lessons at the cost of your life and we will never dare to forget you. You all will be remembered always.


8 May 2015

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My organization LI-BIRD (www.libird.org) took decision to work for relief. We had no funds available. We decided to raise fund internally. We got overwhelming response from staff, members, different individuals and organizations associated with us. The helping hands and supporting spirit is motivating us. While many of my colleagues are busy doing 'relief operations' in many fields, we are coordinating from Head Office Pokhara. So far, we have already conducted relief operations in Tanahu, Gorakha, Dhading in coordination with the District Disaster Relief Committee (DDRC) and Red Cross District Chapter, respective Village Development Committee. Some colleagues are working to conduct relief in Sindhupalchowk and Dolakha. 



Monday, March 31, 2014

नजन्मेकी छोरीको वकपत्र

नजन्मीएकी छोरीको लागि
कति पटक लड्छ्यौ ?
मेराे मायामा अझै
कति जोखीम लिन्छ्याै ?

तिम्रै अंश म,
तिम्रै मुटु,
कति सुन्छ्यौ,
ति वचन कटु ।

नजन्मँदै म माग्दैछु आफ्नै मृत्यु ।
मायाको सुरक्षाकवच,
तिम्राे पेटमा त असुरक्षित छु
जन्मे नै भने पनि कहाँ सुरक्षीत हुन्छु ?

लिटोको पिठो किन्न तिमी जाँदा,
म अपहरण हुन सक्छु
आँगनमा खेल्दै गर्दा,
अचानक गायब वनाईन सक्छु ।

बाटोमा हिँड्दा
गिद्दे नजरको निशाना बन्न सक्छु
स्कुलमा, छिमेकमा, सार्वजनिक
यातायातमा प्रताडित हुन सक्छु ।

आफन्त वा अनजानबाट
वलात्कृत हुन सक्छु,
क्षमता भए पनि अवसरबाट
वञ्चित गराइन सक्छु,
कार्यकक्षमा नै र्दुव्यवहारको
शिकार हुन सक्छु ।

दाईजो नपुगेमा,
जिउदै जलाइन सक्छु,
तेजाबको होली खेलाइन सक्छु ।
जहाँ नजन्मिँदै विभेद गरिन्छ,
हेयले हेरिन्छ,
त्यहाँ जन्मिदाँ
कसरी म खुसी हुन सक्छु?

अामा, तिम्रो जस्तो साहस छैन
तिमी जस्तो साहसी छैन म
प्रत्येक पल भिडन्तको जीवन
बाँच्ने तागत छैन मेरो ।


नारकिय जीवन जिउनु छैन मलाई
यो हिंशा, यो घ्रीणा,
यो बिभेद, यो अपराध,
यो त्रास भन्दा
एक पटकको मृत्यु
अँगाल्न चाहन्छु ।

मेरो लागि यति धेरै पिँडा
किन सहन्छ्यौ ?
जीवन पाएमा
माया भन्दा ज्यादा घृणा
मायाले तिमीले दिएको
एक जीवनको मुल्य,
पल पल आँसुले चुकाउनेछु ।

आफुँसगैँ तिमिलाई समेत
पलपल मृत्युकाे आभास दिलाउनेछु ।
भैगो आमा, एक जीवन
दिएर धेरै मरण नदेउ ।

तिम्रै कोख प्यारो छ मलाई
विदा पनि यहीबाट देउ ।
बिन्ती छ आमा,
यो छोरीको वकपत्र सुन्देउ ।
मेरो लागि अब संघर्श नगर ।
अरुले मलाई पटक-पटक मार्नु भन्दा
बरु तिमी मलाई एकै पटक सप्रेम मार । 

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

खाली सिलीन्डर

दिनभरी पेट्रोलियम पदार्थको मुल्यवृद्धि विरुद्धको विद्यार्थी आन्दोलमा सहभागी भई आएकोले सौरभ निकै थाकेको थियो । उ सोझै खाना पकाउन तम्सीयो, खाना बसालेको मात्र के थियो, ग्यासचुल्हो निभ्यो । ८:३० भइसकेको थियो, अचेल त्यो पनि यति राती बजारमा कतै ग्यास नपाइने उसलाई थाहा थियो, लामो सुस्केरा काढ्दै उ लोडसेडिङ तालिका नियाल्यो । तालिकाले ९ बजे लाइट आउने देखायो, लाइट आएपछि राइसकुकरमा नै खानालाई उमालेर खानुपर्ला भन्दै सौरभ कुरीबस्यो, ९ बज्यो, १० बज्यो, तर लाइट आएन । कोठामा भएको सबै बट्टा, पोका खोज्दा न बिस्कुटको पुरिया भेट्यो न दालमोठ । भेटियो त केबल २ मुठी चिउरा । आज चिउरा दिवस नै भयो, खाजामा चिउरा खानामा चिउरा भन्दै २ मुठी चिउराको साथमा २ गिलास पानी पिई सुत्यो । भोको पेट भएकोले होला सायद उसले सपना पनि खाना बनाउँदै गरेको देख्यो । बिहानको खाना वन्दै थियो सायद, ममबत्ती बल्दै गरेको जो देखेन । तर सपनामा पनि ग्यास सकियो, ग्यासको रित्तो सिलीन्डर बोकेर लाइन बस्न गयो । निकैबेरको ठेलमठेलपश्चात उ लाइनको अलि अगाडी पुग्नसक्यो, तर त्यतीकैमा ग्यास सकिएछ, र लाइनमा बसेका सबैजना भागाभाग गर्न थाले, कोही पसलबाट खाद्यान्न बाहिर फाल्दै थिए, कोही पसल तोडफोड गर्दै थिए । सौरभ कता जाने, के गर्ने केहि सुर पाउन सकिराखेको थिएन, त्यतीकैमा पुलीसको भ्यान आयो । उ त्यहाँबाट निस्कीने प्रयास मात्रै गर्दै थियो, उमाथी लाठी बर्सियो, ऐया ! भन्दै ढाड छाम्दै विउँझीयो । धत ! सपना पो रैछ । खाली सिलीन्डरले सपनामा पनि छोडेन भन्दै फेरी निदाउने प्रयास गर्दा उसको पेट भोकले कलल्ल कराउँदै थियो ।

चालिस रुपैयाँ

साँझ छिप्पिनै लाग्दा तरकारी किन्न बजारतिर निस्के । ताजा घिरौला देखे ।
सोधे,” कसरी?”
साहुजिले उत्तर दिये, “चालिस रुपैयाँ”
आधा किलो जोख्नलाई प्लस्टिकमा राख्दै गर्दा करेलामा आँखा गयो ।
पुन: सोधे,”कसरी?”
जवाफमा चालिस रुपैयाँ नै आयो, दुई वटा तरकारी मिसाएर एक किलो पुग्यो । एउटा पचास् रुपैयाँको नोट तेर्साए, दश् रुपैया फिर्ता पाउने अपेक्षा सहीत् ।
म हतारिए, “छिटो गर्नुस् न साहुजि”
साहुजिले भने, “बैनी, अझै सय रुपैयाँ थप्नुस्, एक सय साठी भयो, दश रुपैयाँ मिलाइदिए, ल एक सय पचास नै भयो, अब सय दिनुस्,”
मैले भने, ” किलोको चालिस भन्नुभएको होइन? ”
साहुजिले प्रत्युत्तर दिये, “चालिस रुपैयाँ एक किलोको हैन, एक पाउको हो।”

म खङ्रङ्ग भए, एक पाउ तरकारीको चालिस रुपैया, घिरौलाको । ओहो!अनुहारबाट पसिना छुट्न थाल्यो । साहुजि देखेर बेस्सरी रिस उठ्यो, तरकारी नलग्ने निर्णय गरे, पैसा फिर्ता मागे, पैसा हात परेपछी डेरातिर फटाफट हिंडे । बाटोमा सोचे, किलोमा तरकारीको मुल्य सुनेको बानी, अब भने पाउमा सुन्नुपर्ने भयो। बिस्तारै छटक, तोला अनी रतिमा भाउ सुन्ने दिन आऊला जस्तो लाग्न थाल्यो अब त ।