24 hours

Hurry Hurry…its six…

Something needs to be fix..

Watch rings..but I throw it out..

They yell..out..yell out hard..

Suddenly, I realize..I need to run..fast..

Reach there always always late..

I always say its my fate…

We are grown ups..not even asked why late?? ..

Then yawn all time..its lack of sleep I know and he says..too

I am helpless..with this messy hair, unironed clothes..

I laugh at this…

Then reach there again late..

Again all the blames to fate..

Work Work and Yawn Yawn…

Scolded because it always become mistake..

She is the one..who am I ???

Its fun as well all the day to talk and talk

Then suddenly a look over the watch gives a hint

Time up here..need to reach there on time..

I pretend there that I am all fine..

No I am never tired..because I needed to go on air..

But the problem is I always fear..

The again back to the place I belong..

Chilly nights..dark ways..

Lights sometimes and blackout somedays..

Fear I fear..when they stop and check license..

Run again fast very fast..

Sometimes tyres burning in the night..

What the hell…why they fight…

Then reach here…being so tired..

She is always fired..asks isn’t it too late??..

Then again I say its all fate..

Then needed to do the assignments

Tomorrow’s presentation..

What do I do now..check out few lines..

Again I throw it out…

I say to myself its absurd to read at this hour..

There is always “tomorrow” ( Jay Bholi )

Then the routine goes on..like the cycle..

Again blames to fate..why only 24 hours…

Its not enough…

P.S. Isn’t it absurd..Isn’t it funny..what do I get after all…I need to die one day…

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Bade Bhai Sab & Bimar

Wonderful !!!

After a long interval I went there again, yes again to watch the play there at Gurukul. Thank god there was proper parking. Otherwise it would really have been hard for me to ride up there. I have longed a lot since the day I had known about the theatre festival to be happened; I had this misconception that the festival was only Nepali. After all the title is “Kathmandu International Theatre Festival”, how could I not understand the meaning “International”.

Gurukul beautifully decorated not like in the ordinary days, there were book stalls and I think music stalls. It was nice to find a book by Dr. Aruno Gupto which is an interpretation on Shrish Ko phul ( By Parijat) and Agni Ko Katha ( By Abhi Subedi ).

Yes I was alone, once again. I just flick through the book and the time came to enter. I am always proud to buy a 100 rupee ticket because I believe that much I can do as a contribution. There is no any difference I feel in a 25 rupee ticket which I can easily get by showing my id card and the hundred rupee one. But it’s my personal tribute.

The Plays-:

The play was wonderful. This is the first time that I have watched a Hindhi drama, and the first experience was really wonderful. I am telling this to every body that “I kept on smiling for a long time “.

The plot, characters, and action everything was so much fine and beautiful. All the characters were male and I wonder that all male play can be such a wonderful thing. However the director was a lady. The actors were so deep into the character that they look awesome acting there in the stage. The first one Bade Bhai Sab, was too good. The actors were playing the role of a child, creating childhood emotions and exposing their talent.

I must say the actors were brilliant. They didn’t miss anything. The real looking characters, the dialogues the ego problems..etc etc..all was awesome.

The story of two brothers in Bade Bhai Sab, their problems related to study, the seriousness and the easiness, the flying of kite. The natural acting..the actors deep into character..such an wonderful piece of art. I really felt happy to see a different play.

Another “Bimar” a farce…it made me laugh, laugh and laugh continuously, uncontrollably. But it was serious, that serious a part must not be avoided. However comic and actions the play the issue was serious. How we lack confidence not to believe in ourselves and believe in others ? The play though about sickness, gives us sense that we want everything to be good and in this search for goodness we don’t hear our inner voice which would guide us more thatn anything wlse but we are always in temptation to hear others and their we fail. The final state of the person who was sick is really bad….though we all laughed at him because of his crazyness, it was his mental breakdown.. the most serious..

Finally I got refreshed …It was refreshing..laughter producing..I loved everything about the play.. and Gurukul..it Rocks…