The memories of my childhood................

The permissive of my life

Its Tuesday morning

Its 9 am in the morning, after an hour school bell rings, time to get ready. The Nepali songs are tuned on the old VCD player. The jacks of loud-speakers are connected giving the stereo music, making home as my small stadium. I am in love with it. It’s a part of my life, one hour of morning time with the old video cassettes player. Mom scolding was too common, due to headache of music, often she used to disconnect the supply of current towards my room. But my love for music was as it…………………… the 1974 A.D, Sugam Pokherel Highway album, and others artist………… few pirated music were available at my home, coz original cassettes costs triple money.

Sanju Adhikari and Me, Daejeeling,Museam

 For neighbors it was one of the headache time of a day, for their children of my age was one of the best time as mine. I used to not listen of any-elders. Musical background, being neat and tidy for school, smell of Bajaj almond oil over the hair, sometimes coconut oil, was a part of one hour routine. Iron on the shirt and pant were compulsory to look smart. Actually, I wanted to impress people around me, my friends (esp. girls) and teachers.

My parents bought me cycle when I was a kid. I was only the son who had his own bicycle among my friends circle. My uncle used to teach me cycle. There was football and other games to play at house but I used to love ride bicycle. I was allowed to ride bicycle after my school. I didn’t used to give my bicycle to my sisters to ride, so I used to get beating of my father.   When I was around 12-15 years, I used to ride ladies cycle of my sister. I had a desire to get a new bicycle but desire remains desire till today. Father bought bicycle for sisters for going to tuition. Going with friends along the long distance in bicycle was one of the memorable events of my childhood. Riding bicycle, trying to catch the bikes moving, sometimes got wounded by small accidents. I tried to hide all those small wounds, so that parents will not scold me and beat me.

Once will ironing clothes, I was sitting on the bed and kept iron side on it. Due to the force of thigh on the clothes of bed, the hot iron kissed my thigh muscles. It took a bigger wound on my muscle. In order to hide the wound, feared of father biting, I wore pants to cover the thigh wound. The pain of wound made me realize that I was going to die soon. When parents saw it, father gave a bad look, and started to clean wound by betadine, he dint beat for it, I used to cry much on pain. I used to go school in half-pants. Girls used to laugh at my dress up. But soon it was my daily routine for a month. I was looking sexy at that get-up. Once a week, father with the help of mustache uncle used to clean my wound. Fat mustache uncle used to live five houses far from our house. He was one the businessman at Illam district. He ran to Terai, after his family was robbed by “dhakhu”. He was too strong, and was around 90 kilograms in weight. He was black in skin color with Indian ascent in his voice. He used to stay most of his times in the office of father which we called “gathi”. He was so big, I used to afraid of going in front of him. Later on, he was one of my favorite uncles. Uncle has two sons and a daughter who were elders than me but I used to call them as my friends for which I got bad words from my parents. I used to treat them as my friends and call them as friends, never respected them as brothers and sisters. Still today, I am not able to respect these friends as brothers, as they are 4-5 years elder than me. I developed a habit of saying sister to uncles daughter, when she got married few years ago. But with brothers till today I act as friends.    

 With a fat mustache uncle, he used to hold my hands and legs tightly and fat mustache uncle used to clean wounds. He was such a bad man while cleaning these wounds. He didn’t have sympathy over me. “mottu uncle if I was stronger than you then I will hit you so much that you will never forget me in my life”, I used to say in my hearts. The words that used to come from my mouth in pain were, “they are killing me, mothers help me, they are killing me…………..” till today I have got the marks of new skin in my thing which reminds me about the iron incident of my school age. The fat mustache uncle was kind and loving guiding me each step in my life but was too bad when he used to care wounds.

 Once, sisters were planning to go picnic to near tea garden located around 3-4 kilometers away from home. Tea garden was one of the picnic-spot for children, the water that flows through the pipes used to spread over the blue sky and fall like a rain. That was one of the favorite scene to observe. I was also willing to join picnic of sisters group but my father denied. So I was crying in a loud pitch. Mother in her kind behavior tried to stop my crying. She gave me money to buy noodles and told not to join picnic. I was happy to get money. I ran to the shop, which was two houses after ours. The shopkeeper uncle was my brother, relations made by our parents. He was scolding his elder son. The elder son was in age of my sister. He was friend of my sister, also the classmate of my sister. He was also joining the picnic group. He was too angry with his father scolding, he used quarrel with them also. I used to feel guilty that I couldn’t quarrel with my father coz I used to get his belt beatings. I bought noodles and was moving my way towards home. The brother son showed his anger to the near dog laying aside him. The dog was barking towards brother, again brother showed his angry by picking up stone and hit it. The dog was also willing to show his anger. He just jumped on me and bite at my upper chest part. The dog has already bitten two others people in the society. It was given a tetanus needle around a year ago. People used to say dog was mad. After certain hours, my father started his Honda motorbike and took me to the hospital to have a tetanus vaccine. I was afraid of needle that doctor bought in hand. My father strongly held my hands and legs with the help of the doctors assistant, took off my pants, and doctor gave a vaccine at my back hips. I used to cry in pain. Father bought a fruit juice and a packet of noodles. I was again happy inside but still crying slowly in pain. It was continuous routine once in a month. Once in a month I used to get a fruit juice and a packet with noodles with the pain of vaccine. At that age I was at grade 2 or 3 studying at DJVM School. I used to see school bus passing away from the medical. After getting vaccine, father used to drop me to school on his Honda bike, which I used to dream to ride when I will grow up.

To be continued………………………….

hope for the best

I believe I can change my country situation (Economic). First of all, I want to know where my country lies (position). The people of multiple castes living in a community are deprived from their fundamental rights of food, clothes, shelter. Whenever I have watched the movies related to Somalia war, read books relating to world war, and situation of Jews during Hitler’s period, I have observe a similar situation that my country was going to face in near future if present political and economic scenario doesn’t changes. When I visited to rural areas, mostly I have seen families were dependent on the money sent by their aboard sons or daughter. A mass of youth generation leaving country. According to report, around thousands people daily left the country. So, here by I declared I will never go to earn money in foreign land. I used to see money earning s in my own country. I wanted to do business. I believe, I can do best at this field. I believe, I can be an example at this field. I just needed a time to start for it. I wanted to start it.
I have thought of completion of graduation and start on my dream carrier. I have seen lots of possibilities in the field of tourism. I want to make sure for myself I wanted to be diverse businessman. I have seen profits and best outcome in every field, from food products, clothing products to entertainment products. I am sure that I can earn better at tourism and at educational institutions but I want to make sure that I must have sufficient knowledge in it. Not only sufficient but full and should be enthusiastic in it. Nepal is a beautiful country, it has natural beauty but it just needed artificial attraction. When I visited Darjeeling, I found only artificial things making me attracted towards that area. I bet Nepal has lots of places where only few artificial beauties are required for its development.
I have dream to make it sure our country will be one of the first choice of tourist destination. I believe I can work to preserve our ancient culture and shall give a new taste to foreigners to see our cultural beauties. I want to preserve all those ancient folk dances, ancient our cultural dresses, our cultural ethics and our religion. I want to establish the finest hotels that provide the taste of Nepali dishes, culture, values and norms. Let them know they are at the best place of world. I believe I can do it.
What actually I was doing at engineering field? I was sure to make myself; I am ready for upcoming years. I believe that communication has developed so much people wants to spent their much money in entertainment sector rather than having a good meal at house. I am sure; in the near future I will never get a chance to go college and study. I should really struggle hard at this point. I must admit it. If I want to change the present communication situation of Nepal and introduce new technologies in country then I must struggle today. What you are going to be tomorrow is being determined by yours today work………… I want to make sure that each and every people must be connected to the global world. It may take years to come but I want to make sure to myself, after my completion of engineering I would work in this field. That will be the best time that I was waiting from each day today.
I wanted to see myself as a pioneer person who wants to change his country. I know today’s political situation is worse. It may be same up to five or more than five years. The economic situation of nation is being degraded day by day, I must work for it. No doubt I will work for it. I want to see my nation as one of best developed nation in the world. Our land area is too small and production and industrialization process is too low. Big industries are required to chance nation situation. I want to see a farmer who does farming in a land that is visible to his eyes. The production of 10 farmers like him can run an industry. I want to see farmers earning and leaving a high prestigious life. I want to see dignity of work in people around us.

to be continue...............................

just few feelings.....

It has been almost two years since living alone. He concerntrates over a big portrait photo in his room. Her smiling face and looks over eyes, a special type of light over that portrait. Her smile makes him to smile, a path for thinking positive. He focuses over that portrait as if he has never seen it before. He recalls moments that he started to share moments with her in his dream of architect. A dreamer who is always happy. He never wanted a relationship with her but just a way to talk with her. He was happy for what he did.He doesn’t feel any loss in his life; her presence was everywhere he moved. He started to move towards the balcony and see the garden. He looks over those pretty flowers giving their nocturne to those honeybees. Aside beautiful water pond was there where there were different fishes. They were busy over there world. Each day he gave food to those fishes and also watering flower was his hobby. After that it was his time for a tea and newspaper. This was his daily routine. First to see over portrait of smiling face marking a way to positive things, enjoy the nature’s first fresh air over garden, feed those tiny fish lives, water those greenery plants and flowers, have a cup of tea and read newspaper arming in a chair in the middle of his garden. He was happy with his life and forever he wanted to live like this from his childhood. His family members were far away in the eastern part of tropical region. He was living in the crowded city of life and had a successful carrier.
He never changed. From his childhood only he was looking for his dream. He was one of the best students in his school life. Study was only not his part of life, art was his passion, games were his hobbies and nature was his best friend from his early days only. There was a river flowing from the higher hilly region and used to move in a peaceful manner over the middle of forest near his school. It was a village where he learned to read and write. But he was quite lazy at his school days. Mostly he was having great interest over games, art, and nature. After school he used to love to travel through the bay of river rather than shortest route to his home. Hanging bag over tree and diving over the river was the most things he liked to do. He used to listen to music of those winds over that forest and used to dance in the way to celebrate. He was just a child. He was never afraid of animals over jungle instead used to love to travel over those dense forests. Birds were his friend and he used to call them in their language. He used to sing like those animals and used to ask them to sing a song for his loving mother land. It was he who believed that he was born to survive to having an interaction with nature. He used to play with water, birds and animals. He gave the names to animals who were his friends. He used to reach home at night and due to this he used to be scolded at home. But he used to help his parents so that they used to love them. They never knew why he was late at home

.......................my incomplete mind..............

Time was as usual. It continued as before, same war was around his village, people were almost depressed of their work. He was leaving alone in the nearby riverside. His main occupation was to collect the woods and grasses from the nearby forest and sell it in the nearest town. But now time has totally changed the war was begun and it has been long time he was dependent only on the river fishes and vegetables around his house. The forest area was prohibited as the revolutionary groups were living there. Long time ago, they had declared to villagers not to go near forest area as they may shoot them thinking as spy so no one further went over there. Moreover others difficulties were too there. Villagers were forced to give half of their earning to revolutionary groups to help them otherwise they were force to join into their armies. Villagers knew that the life in the revolutionary group was to live only for a day happy and all others day with a hope to die the next by killing other enemies. So they choose to leave to share half of their living.

The man had not much land for farming but also he used to give half of his earning with a cheerful smile. He always had a hope that one day war will end and further he will again start to do same old job. This was only the hope for which he was living. But tragic was it, revolutionary groups were struggling a harder time so they needed more army to flight in the war and now they started to demand one man or women from each family was compulsory. The man was only person living alone in the village who was just 18 years. Though he was small but was intelligent and very honest in his work. He hates the war fight. He was requested many times to join the liberal group but he always denied saying that he would love to help them by providing them food and shelter rather than joining them.

The rain was heavily started to fall and the water level in the near river was rising. The climate was changing. Thundering and lighting continued the whole day and night. The boy never thought of the day. The river flooded, his house was swept away destroying the land area. The only property he owes was a small home near river side where he had been living there since his parents died. That too was now swept away by river.

 The boy didn’t weep. He thought it was to happen so it happened. He believed that there was a god who controls this system. He was there who always does for good. Everything happens in favor for each other’s. So he decided to build another small cottage near the forest area. For that he needed help form revolutionary group. The only thing was to request a small part of land from them for which he have to pay 1-3^rd of his earning. He spent his night over the branch of the biggest tree, waits for the next day to come. He looks over those twinkling stars and thundering sky. His body was shaking.

ARJUNDHARA TEMPLE

ARJUNDHARA TEMPLE

"Arjundhara”-the religious destination of thousands Hindu people, is located  at sanischare, Jhapa of eastern development region of Nepal. In Nepal, the living majority of the people are Hindu.

PRIEST AT TEMPLE

 The children in front of cow, they are known as priest. They are responsible for praying the holy God at temple. They go to "sanskrit schools" for receiving Education. After the completion of thier education they get a job as a priest and are responsible for doing ritual activities.










It is believed that, Arjun used a bow, for
constructing a pond, for cows.

ARJUN BOWING BOW