Hope’s Alive Still – II

 
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Always had belief there exists only Red Rose...

Always was supertious that the beauty lies only in the red one…

Always..thought the best one in the garden is only the red..

Red for passion…red for..love…for the beauty of the whole garden

But,

Then I noticed a strange Green Thing….the tiny leaves

Along with the red…

Red suggests blood…

Green the life..

Hard to realize…

Hard to believe..but I know it is indeed “Mandatory”

I need to live a life..either..there is this Dark side…

I know there exists a Dark Black rose…its natural…

I got enlightened to realize 

There are red,green and black rose

Red…for minute pleasure…green life and black sugessting death

What I want to chose…a pleasure that ends away in a few seconds..

Or what..the Darkness..to end the life…

No ++…NO…

Hope’s still alive…

I am choosing the Green for life…

For my life…it needs to move on…++…

For I want to live….

For this..Hope’s not dead yet…

Hope’s Alive still…..

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The Alchemist Review…

WONDERFUL !!!!!!!

Yeah I finished reading this book..given to me by Holmes after such a long time of reading and reading..reading a page..a day…….after so long…Actually I wanted to finish it in a day..but this “time”..I could not manage at all..all the time whether I would be tired and I would be busy blogging…but I finished it day before yesterday and the book I found simply wonderful and awesome…

I would like to say it is the most wonderful ficiton I have ever read..it really enlightened me..and guess what I am listening to my heart as before as I used to do which I have already left..  In the long run I have been indifferent to the inner voice that used to guide me. I really got disillusioned when I finished reading the book. The book is so much interesting…the adventurous travel by Santiago..and his excavation of treasure along with it his discovery of twin soul..

The story is interesting from the begining how a shepherd turn out to be a treasurer..wandering here and there…listening to his heart..being an Alchemist….Such a wonderful ficiton I have ever read..infact this is the only book that has been successful to give me a lesson…a lesson for a life time apart form the entertainment…

I find reading a part of my entertainment, personal enjoyment and my own way of living…Music is Mandatory….I enjoy reading when I am listening music…

The Alchemist…made me contemplate..gave me inner valor to find out what I wanted in my life….I have been changed in these few months and ( Yes I think you might have guessed poo and Holmes why and how I have been in the hues )..So I was being away from my destiny..I know how much ambitious I am…or I was…and I am so stubborn……But I was so away from what I wanted and this book The Alchemist made me realize what was my dream..what I wanted in my life…where is my treasure….where is my destiny..Moreover I liked one thing so much when the boy turn himself into wind…Then I realized that nothing is impossible, I need to listen to my heart…I want to turn myself into wind…I want to really find myself…find the Soul of the World…I want to learn the language of the world.. I want to achieve my treasure…like the boy did…I want to believe in the omens…I want to be like Santiago…

The most wonderful book I have ever read in life…the most enlightening and most contemplating….Realizing my dreams what were they..and what I want to achieve…I realized so many things…I learnt to hear my heart’s voice I found myself strong…No, I am not chicken hearted ….I know who I am..I can show myself…I know what my destiny is…I know what I can do…

P.S. I found this book really interesting and enlightening….I will keep this in my favourite list…and here is the title I want to give ” The most wonderful Book I have ever read” Loved the book so much…..

Wheels…and Worship

Picture taken by me… at the background my kitchen garden.
My dearie...Baby Bride
There she stoods My dearie..My baby bride and I am happy to write about her in my blog. Perhaps if Holmes have not reminded me yesterday I would have missed writing about her..so thank you so much Holmes for asking whether or not I have posted something in my scooty diary or not. Then I realized that I had worshipped my dearie yesterday but I didn’t did nicely because I was real busyhelping mom in the Kitchen..which was after such a long time that I had almost forgotten eveyrthing..and I get this dialogue as always “Tero Dhanga Sanga Chaina ” LOL…Yeah I lack this I know..I am ashamed at so many instances…when I can’t perform Kitchen works…
It had been a deal with my brother Bishesh that I am going to clean his pigshed room ( worst than mine..just imagine!!!! ) and he will wash my dearie…but meanwhile..we cat-dog..fought in silence and then we stared dangferously at eachother..and what he did was poured a bucket of water at my dearie and told he had washed…I had been real busy to take her for servicing and moreover I need her every now and then… I had planned for doing tit for tat with Bishesh and then Mom wanted me to clean..let it be I thought..
Because of being real busy with Kitchen..I performed a little bit of puja but did it heartily..especially the wheels which runs…carries me …and engine which was so dusty …I am so sad and I appologize to myself that I couldn’t clean her..come on she needed a good bath..because she has been really really dirty..but I love my dearie…a lot…a lot…and a lot. She has been part of my show off too…LOL..( Sweta kahile nasudhrine hai…k garne ???)
Moreover she has been a part of my freedom excavation….or exepedition..Kathmandu roads are like that only…and my partner wherever I go…I enjoy my lonliness with her..specially when I drive her fast and to feel the wind is what I love…I just love driving…
You can see there in the picture that how I have tied that Dhaja…( red and white cloth ) as ribbon bow..like Minnie Mouse…I used to love it as a child..and I did that ..my folks were laughing….and I laughed too at my childishness..( I have been like this only )
So, yesterday was Nawami …when we worship our “Bahans” ( or our motorbikes..cars..) and it was funny that we also offered Cocunut’s bhog to our bikes…and that was awesome..to pour the cocunut’s juice..over the wheels..
I love the wheels that drive me miles and miles
I love to feel the airs of freedom…with full of smiles
I love my baby bride for providing a reason to smile
Succeding me to travel..away miles and miles…
Today it is Dashami..or Bada Dashaim..yes I am with red tika..and Jamara..I cut it today morning…I am happy to put those beautiful Jamaras over my head…The wait’s over..I didn’t get a five hundred rupee note as Dakshina…I asked with mom so many times…malai Paan saya..but she seems to have put cotton in her ears…and with dad I can’t speak hai..he gave five rupee note…still it is not the green one so I accepted it..but its due I have told mom…
P.S. Scooty Puja was wonderful…worshipping the Wheels..that ride me through the roads of Kathmandu..through the jams…through the muddy disgusting roads..in between peoples…( Ason and Indrachowk esp and yes Makkhan too )…and gets me anywhere I want to go..provides me a good company to end my lonliness…to feel the airs..
Driving is so fun..I just love it a lot….a lot and a lot……

White clads

I saw her today in the white clads….

She hates to wear and I hate it too…

But this religion forbids…her and she forbids herself…

No..ear rings that used to make her beautiful….

No the blue and pink saris….just everything white….

Yes….her man has died…leaving her behind….

Her swollen face…and sullen eyes…

And  never ending session of tears…

I met her because I loved her….

I couldn’t control myself how would I consloe her….

Thinks of the past….the days with her man….

The marriage…their childrens and the beautiful..years together…

Brusts into tears…at her helplessness

I felt a pang…and tears flowed easily…

Her daughter shows me the sukul( Mat)..made by her “dad”

Again I felt a pang…could her dad be back….

Why death is a debt …to be payed by all ???

Why is the need of the  biological existence…???

Why she is in the white clads…?

Who shall wipe the her tears away….???

Who shall bring back her man again ???

 

P.S. ( The poem is a tribute to my grandma like person..who used to bring milk at my home..I have two articles already written…in the blog..one is Visiting Ba in ICU and the other Tearful Distress..and the poem is about the same woman..and the one who had died is the same ba )

A blog….

I felt like typing these words and yes I am too much tired today….because I have been running so much today..here and there…and the jams I was strucked upon was killing me. I believe this is the most obnoxcious jam..that I had suffered today from Putalisadak to Anamnagar to Singhadurbar…and also there was jam when I was heading towards my day office…I hated this…( I am hearing this beautiful song..nepali..Ful Jhare pani kada jhardaina…ma mare pani mero maya mardaina..Poo i think you have already figured out what I am thinking )

I needed to reach Radio Nepal at 1 PM and I was there at my day office doing bookings and all…and this was really hectic and tiresome…calling so many places at a time..confirming Hotels…confirming tickets…and calling the vechile service at a time and also mailing the client..mailing the hotels…Uff…it was so tiresome..and I needed to reach there at 1 PM and I was there as I already told…and there was a jam…jam…jam..jam….jam…jam and what could I do then go from wherever I could enter..then the big door of Singha Durbar is closed whats more disgusting than this…plus scroaching sun…and I needed to be there…at 1 PM and I was on the road till 1:30 Pm…I was about to cry…really..I have never seen such a huge crowd of vechiles….no where to go…no place to enter…everywhere people so much angry..every one needed to go first…I needed to go first and as fast as I could….then ..thankgod there was no jam inside Singha durbar….lol

Yes, Sir who had wished to listen our voices had not arrived what could I do more than say Thank God !!!!…and then I calmed myself little bit…

Yeah..the voice test was good..but because I didn’t had any energy I begun nicely but ended really poorly..Rabin Sir…told that my tone was good…hehehe I am happy and I must say he is the most impressive man I have ever met in life..no ego at all…treated all staffs under him..as if they were his own brothers and sisters…and such a clam in voice and sucha power he had in his presentations..one becomes overwhelmed….I became that..

So, again I had to return home because I hadn’t eaten anything,…it would sound crazy if I say that there was no jam……and me so clever that I kept my cell switched off so, that my day office will not get chance to contact me…So, I ate food by helping mom cooking..and after few minutes of having the food..I headed towards office..and if I say there was no jam again it would be a joke…god again reached there….

What else again confirm everything….and my collegue Dawa …uff he had messed up everything…and moreover he had made the tickets for nepali and they are Indian….tomorrow they are coming….( I am hearing this Ritu haru ma timi…really nice song hai…in this FM 98.2…because there is no headphone to hear songs from the computer Bhai took it away to hear song from his cell…what the hell).

So, my guests are coming tomorrow..and I know how much I need to work tommorrow becaue my bossess lack patience…and guess what Sweta lacks punctuality (They try to do everything in a perfect manner but nothing would be perfect….lol..no I am lieing).

These Indian flocks wants to do everything..trekking at Lukla…bungee and Rafting at The Last resort and adventurous trip at Chitwan at Machan…Trekking I confirmed from Binayak Dai, Rafting and Bungee from Bineeta Shrestha ( it was fun talking to her who work there at The last Resort and was so scared to do bungee that she had quit at the last moment ) and there at Machan..this guy..Nischal..starts flriting in the phone..hey..asked so many things but hey do you think I answered..asked me about Dashain Shopping…rather than the bookings I had given..it was nice to know him as well..tells his home is at Mahargunj…)

It is night now and it is just 9:00 PM and right now I am tuned into Times FM…where I can listen Hindhi “nice” songs…(but this song is so stupid..Fulo sa chera tera…). I didn’t had to go to Radio Nepal at night today..so I am able to wrtie these words..I am happy for this too…I was so much away from internet today…and I missed it too..and I missed talking with my friend poo.

This day I must say my Jam day..Jams…I hate and I am always in a jam..but believe me I try to maintain the traffic rules..always..because I love doing so…I felt a little work load today and when I confirmed all the bookings and talked with the client over phone ina english that I think he didn’t understood I don’t know why I talked like that …as if I didn’t knew how to speak english..my another faliure…nervousness…I must admit…I could have talked in hindhi..padega…garega..chalega…hhahahhah…LoL

Moreover I enjoyed talking with Roshni didi…and I enjoyed my work after so long..a relief I am feeling right now..typing these words…but I hate jams hai…

P.S. It is good to work..