Year 2012 in Review: February '12

My life is not about "I miss you"... My life is about "I'm free, thank you" (31 Jan'12)

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So it was a wild night yesterday...err. i mean a night in the wild...surrounded by tiger, rhinoes, fox, n every wild animal you can imagine.... and we were enjoying the bonfire using every piece of stuffs we could burn...Thank you Chetna Bhandari di for such a treat :) and thank you Yogisha Bhandari for visiting us, though on phone... :) (03 Feb'12)

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It's been a month without Television. Din't know Television was such a waste of time, or is it? Well, this is how I console myself.. I miss 'Man Vs Wild', 'I shouldn't be Alive', and many other shows... I'm missing those 5.1 surround woofers banging the music hard in my room... In this new city, however, 've found Radio programs quite interesting, and my poor mobile tries its best to create the woofer effect... I miss the luxeries of being at the hometown... now I'm enjoying the luxury of being a tourist; a working tourist in fact! (04 Feb'12)


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I love to be criticized but I hate to be faked! (10 Feb'12)


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उमेर, पद, योग्यता, धन र भाषा मात्र एक असल गुरुको परिभाषा हैन ll

एक गरिब रिक्सावालाले पनि सायद मलाई कसैले दिन नसक्ने ज्ञान दिन सक्छ.. हाम्रा वरिपरी सायद धेरै असल र महान मानवहरु हुन सक्छन तर हामी उनीहरुलाई मानवका रुपमा नभई उनीहरुको उमेर, पद, योग्यता, धन, परिवार र नागरिकताका आधार मा चिन्न खोज्छौं र त्यसैकै आधारमा मात्र उनीहरुको बिचारलाई उपयुक्त वा अनुपयुक्त ठान्दछौं l    (12 Feb'12



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Happy Valentines' day for those celebrating.... but I still don't know why the heck do they say Valentines' day; his day?; and who the heck is this Valentine... Sorry, love birds, I have some other priorities than to google search about 'it'....

Happy 14th February for those who are not celebrating.... we still believe in love, we celebrate every 365 days of our years in love... (Valentines' day; 14 Feb'12)


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When roads seem ending; and the walking never dies,

A new path awaits to get discovered; with dreams, hopes and love. (15 Feb)

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I wish I were an Eagle; I could fly high in the sky;

I feel there would have been few obstacles to restrain the flight if I were flying rather than walking...

Destinations; keep pulling me hard; harder than the gravity... (19 Feb'12)

Year 2012 in Review: January '12

Year in Review: January 2012

It's sometime amazing to follow the path untaken, to step into the shoes never worn, and to live a life unchained..it's sometime a risk, a sweet risk to put everything in stake; with uncertaintities everywhere sometime the struggle to survive itself becomes an inspiring journey... (30 Dec'2011)


what an amazing way to end the year 2011; survived an accident on the way to Bharatpur; clicked unplanned journey towards Pokhara; witnessed rails of traffics and now enjoying my cup of kofee at the lakeside pokhara... (31 Dec ' 2011)

Fewa Lake, Pokhara (with Chetna Bhandari, Swadesh Maharjan, Yogisha Bhadari, Sharmista Sharma)

Oh, how fast the good time passes, leaving behind the trails of wonderful memories...moment of happiness, the more you try to withhold, the more it slips away from your hands; not to make you cry but to make you walk towards a new reason to smile. Thank you so much @chetna_di @swadesh_dai @sharmista @aparna_di @yogisha_di and everyone for helping me celebrate the new year in such a grand way... Hope we would be making more trips together...if we could manage some time offs from FB..Happy New Year! (01 Jan '12)

 Yay!! finally made it..Acrobat Paragliding...wow! It was awesome...wanna do it again! (02 Jan'12)

 Happy Birthday Chetna di; (03 Jan '12)

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Nothing is as rejuvenating as a cup of hot tea when the speeding gets freezing cold...recharging the heat @Damauli, 80 km to Bharatpur... (03 Jan)
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Sun is getting a little stronger as I'm approaching the Plains; with every miles ticking on speedometer the line of being an employee rather than a free-human is thickening, surprisingly, along with this strange sense of enthusiasm to man the new Radioroom... @Mungling, 30 kilo mikes away from WSB! (03 Jan)

Starting the day with news/updates of Nepal Bandh... in a country of infinite martyrs, I still demand to breathe free; still imprisoned in limitations, caged in by so-called protests, politically influenced highways, markets and people.  (05 Jan)

My travelling, sometime reffered to as Hedonism, kindles resonance of strange happiness; my sort of abstruse freedom. Many repudiate this feeling of mine for they better accolade a strong resolution towards living a traditional life than a free spirited status of mind. Maverick; defines me. On my terms, please! Why don't I find myself friendly with cigarattes, drinks or drugs? for I don't like those, I think there needs no extra reason to justify my lack of indulgence. To try everything in life doesn't necessarily mean to give a try in everything, even in things you dislike, better go for what you revere most. (08 Jan)



चितवनको कठ्यांग्रिने चिसो; मेरो व्यस्ततालाई त तातो चिया र मौसमानुकिलित कोठाले साथ दिएको छ; तर म भाव्हिल हुन्छु चिसो मौसममा रमाउने धेरैको असमर्थता सम्झेर, ती सडकका बालबालिकाका पीडाहरु, छाप्रो नभएकाका बेदनाहरू; अनि चिसोकोकारणले एउटा गरिबको मृत्यु भएको समाचार, म भित्र प्रकितिप्रति आवेगको जन्म हुन्छ; म आन्दोलित छु शक्तिशाली कहलिएको अन्यायी 'भगवान' बिरुद्द . (10 Jan)



नेपालको शासकीय प्रणाली कस्तो हुनु पर्छ ?
मेरो विचारमा जस्तो भएपनि हुन्छ, मात्र इमान्दारिता र उत्तरदायित्व भए पुग्छ ...
राजा इमान्दार भएका भए राजतन्त्रमा पनि कुनै खराबी थिएन, नेता भ्रस्ट हुनथालेपछि बहुदलीय प्रणालीको पनि केहि भर भएन ...
मलाई लाग्छ, आज देशमा संबिधान भन्दा पनि बढी एउटा युवा असल नेताको खाँचो छ .. म त त्यो युवा नेता हुन सकिन; तर देशले अझै आशा गरिरहेको छ नया अनुहारको आगमन, यो जिम्मेवारी बोध गर्ने पालो अब तपाईहरु को हो ...  (12 Jan)



माघे संक्रान्ति / माघी पर्वको सबैलाई शुभकामना

तिलको लड्डु, मुरीको लड्डु, सुठुनी, तरूल जे जे हुन्छ खाएर मनाउँ, हाँसेर गाएर नाचेर माघी पर्व हर्ष उल्लास ले मनाऔं

पास्चात्य जगतका पर्वहरु त हामी हर्ष उल्लासले मनाऊछौं भने हाम्रा स-साना पर्व, अर्थपूर्ण पर्वलाई पनि नाबिर्सऔं . आखिर हाम्रो संस्कृति नै हो जसले हामीलाई अरु भन्दा फरक र अतुलनीय बनाउछ . आजकल त नेपालीलाई भन्दा बिदेशीलाई नेपालको चाडपर्व, संस्कृतिको बारेमा धेरै ज्ञान हुनाथाल्या छ... हामीहरु होडबाजी तर्फ लागेका छौँ, उनीहरुले बुझेका छन् संस्कृतिको सहि अर्थ र महत्व..

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हामी अलि धेरै बोल्छौं र काम भने थोरै गर्छौं.......हामी आफैले हाम्रा बिचमा रहेका अपाङ्गहरु प्रति हेर्ने दिष्ट्रीकोंड सहि बनाउनु छ .....


नराम्रा संस्कृति लाई त्यागौं, राम्रालाई न बिर्सौ, अरु का राम्रा कुरा पनि लिएर भबिस्य का सन्ततिलाई नेपाल र नेपाली को ज्ञान पनि दिउँ . (15 Jan)

हाम्रालागी त देवघाट जस्ता तिर्थस्थल र वृद्धाआश्रमहरु एक किसिमको डम्पिंग साईट भएको छ । वृद्ध–वृद्धाहरुलाई पाखा लगाउने डम्पिंग साईट । (Devghat,18 Jan )


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पाईलै पिच्छे मेरा दायाँ बायाँ वृद्धाआश्रमहरु फेरिंदै गए । तर दृश्य भने उस्तै नै रह्यो, वृद्ध–वृद्धाका उदासिन जीवन..........

It's amazing to realize how brave was King Prithvi Narayan Shah to conquer states thousands of miles east n west from here...Gorkha is magical! (Gorkha, 20 Jan)


 Save Birateshwor Old Age Home Campaign
(with Chetna Bhandari, Jaya Shilpakar, Durga Lamichhane)

Video Request: Save Birateshwor Old Age Home 

If I meet 'god' someday; I will dump him at the old age home, strand him at cold streets; make him disabled; suppress him, torture him with waves of poverty; enforce the result of accidents and natural calamities on him; and then he will realize how hard it has been for those who suffer. And, I wish to do the same with all the person who believe fully in 'god' with blind faith that overlooks other's pain in the name of optimism and so-called action-reaction religious theory ; to make them realize that until and unless you yourself ACT and HELP, your prayer, optimism alone and ur god cannot help the people who suffer for real. Wake up! (25 Jan)





There remains always a high chance that I will be a suject of controversy; for I love to think and present my ideas differing to what majority believe; I'm against the faith that majority is always right.. (27 Jan)

I reiterate, I live an inexpressible moment of happiness when I share smiles with strangers; sometime, when I let myself go along the unplanned journey, there I meet happiness among strange faces - not connected, but interrelated, concentric to a common goal - to be happy. For me, happiness is that non-intoxicated state where you live your life raw...without any thought of complains, comparisons, tensions, no plans, no actions, no regret, no proud feeling, no anger, no pain; when you can dance without calculating your moves; you just let it go...let it go... (30 Jan)

My life is not about "I miss you"... My life is about "I'm free, thank you" (31 Jan)

Off the wild, for a break !

Almost a year passed
The feral taste of life
Mixture of cities and wild
Non-dependent and detached

Few days now, it seems
Little fingers of mischief
And their innocent laughter
Dependent and attached

This joy makes it better
The welcome of yummy dishes
Aren’t they what I longed for
In weary attempts of the wild?

Now I wonder and a mystery
how caring are mothers
Selfless affectionate fathers
And, their dedicated life

As it feels, I need to restrain
Happiness, no longer in wild
But, that’s where I’ve to sustain
Grew here, now I own the wild
more than how I own these moments.


20 Dec / Gopal Trital

 

 

Beyond the lectures...

Everyday, I sit for a while, thinking about how our lives, throughout the world, have changed, in the past few decades. I still remember I used to get amazed by a telephone set when I was a little kid; today, I talk to my sister, face to face, living thousand miles away in a different time zone than mine, without a cable, or a penny to spend.

I get fascinated by these luxeries of Gyeser, Wirless Internet, Mobiles, Cams, n even that digital speedometer on my bike; and it feels like we are slowly closing the gap between the supernatural and the science.

But, somewhere, all these amazements tend to turn into frustrations when I can't breathe free and pure in streets of this busy city; I can't see river, but a flow of garbage everywhere; I don't see trees but buildings packed to fit a huge, too huge, population of only one species of organisms on Earth-Humans. And, the worst, we are getting emotionally distant to understand each other. I read, it's same everywhere in the world.

I wonder, how would my grandsons of grandsons react to this decision of mine - of misusing every tiny bit of gift I get from the nature. I wonder, if they would even exist, or would they leave for a strange planet - a new Earth, after their fathers would end this up.

Frankly, I see no hope that we would be able to sustain; the way I see there's no way out for the problem of poverty coz desires have no limits;

But, there could still be a way out; out of this Earth, coz, in Science we believe, and, the best is yet to be discovered. It has always been that way. Galilio, the better Newton, the better Einstein, the better Quantam Mechanics, the better ....

That being said, I'm sure my grandsons of grandsons would still long for a beautiful planet like this, and they would curse us for everything we're doing rite now.

Then, I can't help but compare how relevant are those mathematical definitions, English idioms, Ecological objective questions, quizzes of economy, theories of European sociologists and raswa n dirgha of Nepali that I am learning (or just following?) everyday, to earn handsome grades (that's how they track if we're following them right); n how would these Grades ensure that my generations of generations would remain.

Probably, yeah, Grades might help, there might be a logical pathway to justify these Grades. i definitely need to ask this to my teacher (provided s/he doesn't get irritated), for it's believed that the teacher knows all -correct answers, right?

And, as I start to yawn after a series of boring lectures, somewhere, I feel, we lack that power, power to think beyond this class; beyond this lecture n beyond the book-colonized-thoughts; we probably lack effective actions.

At crossroads, Into the end...

Drowned in your thoughts
Strangled, frozen and lost,
Can't emerge out of this ocean
No signs of escape, hope remains
I hear a flute, the way out, perhaps
Guiding me to swim back, above
And, win back my world

The absolute darkness
Shrinking bladder, beats are on race

No scenes of light, nowhere to hide
And, I feel you, when I shut my eyes
Promises to keep, I strive to grab the guide
Yet, pulled back into a freezing tunnel

Farther, the sound of flute
Surrounds puzzling sound, a howl of pain
Harder to unlock these unseen chains
Now, being drawn fiercely, towards the end
All of a sudden, got a hold, is that your hand?
Here at the crossroads, you look strange,
Pulling me up, or securing these chains?

05 Dec, Gopal Trital

You are an exception

Imperfect is my Kingdom

Memories of broken past

Fake lights of illusions

I thought were my stars

 

The road that I walked alone

How they tore me apart

Disbelief, doubts and grief

No longer I could trust or walk

 

Yet, through the tunnel

Light is somewhere near

Slowly healed by a change

An exception seems clear

 

As it emerged, then it seemed

You are an exception

For, I see the real inside you

Without pseudo expressions

 

These twists and turns, still

Conspire ruining my kingdom

Yet, in faith, I love to believe

You are an exception

 

Bewildering road ends here?

Or somewhere far is unreal

Yet, my eyes closed, I believe

You are an exception

For, I see the real inside you

Without pseudo expressions

And, I can be the real with you

Without adaptations

 

 

02 Dec / Gopal Trital

Somewhere down the road...

Down the road, where they chose to walk alone

Somewhere they knew how I was wrong

They tried screaming, harder to pull my stars

To tell me how I tore them apart

 

Stories they unfold, for me to act

Am I the stone flowing through the waves?

Without a life, and a feelings to care

I’m a paper, where they come and test

 

Louder their voice, feeble my breathe

Jumped high enough to fall and break

Chained, I can’t escape my lines of fate

Knocked harder for sins, in smiles to fake

 

Slowly it fades with mystery on my plate

Distant and disappeared, till my eyes gazed

An exception, I thought would make me undead  

It’s pale again, Red frame of blue- wise and best

 

Down the road, where I chose to walk alone

Somewhere I knew they too were wrong

I tried screaming harder to pull those stars

To tell them how they tore me apart

 

Gopal Trital

29 Nov'12

“Story of a traveler”

“Story of a traveler”

24 November/ Gopal Trital

 

Long road

An endless travel

Cool air takes me back to

Your memories, distant now

 

Up from the mountain

I see a village of yours

Where once I had stopped by

To see how it feels to be alive

 

I can’t have roots anywhere

For I am made to move

You see those horizons pulling me,

Into the unknown?

Yeah, I see nowhere except this road

If life permits I shall get back again

To see how it feels to be alive

 

Till then, the traveler keeps up his walk

On the road, endless travel

But, whenever a cool air would strike

It will bring back your memories, for sure.

Long roads….Long roads…

Long Roads…. Back to you..

After years n years that I travelled

 

It’s been ages that I left for unknown

Somewhere, where I could never reach

Every second, I wished I could live again

The life of my choice, but I failed

I was misguided by my own destiny

 

Deserts everywhere inside the green

Surrounded by stony hearts and mysterious grin

But, the lure kept on pulling me hard

The greed to get more and more, of what?

Every second, I wished I could live again

The life of my choice, but I failed

I was trapped, puzzled in my own destiny

 

Now, after all it has ended

I have grown old, without powers

Without fuel to ride further

I am here, back to your place

To relive how it feels to be alive

Will you be there to make me smile?

 

After a long session of my cries

I am tired now; take me into your arms

No more walk, no more running hard

I want to rest here besides your love

 

Oh! Even you have changed

The place looks different

And, you’ve your own boundaries to maintain?

Walls, it’s too late to break into these

Demanding me to be away from your reach

 

Let the life be taken cared

In search of invisible, the creator

Now, no more a wanderer

Without a complain, or tears, or memories

Of everything I saw, till ages I lived

But still, feels vacuum, deep inside

Let the vacuum be filled in now,

Silently I sleep; gradually I’m healed

The sound of heart fading, farther

Here I rest,

In the lap of my invisible Mother

At Koffee Shop!

when I sit here
plunging into your eyes
a mirror of infinite happiness
I try to freeze this moment
just here
and, as I look beyond this window
I can feel the shore is near
though I've learnt something
from that you said
life is all about smiling

Away from my own control..

Against my greatest strength
Notwithstanding this pain inside
Continuous sailing towards the unknown
I hope to lie down for a while
In the realm of chain-free happiness
Amidst giant waves, frozen water
I wish I could turn it off
This noise, for a while
That’s been pulling me hard
Away from my own control

I close my eyes, to see the unseen
Where I travel not through this sea
But through my own highway of heart
Where stars not only twinkle but guide
to fight the warring darkness, to peace
but, trapped in a conspiracy of a black magic
your twinkling eyes, an indefinite loop
I can’t escape
I wish I could turn it off
This noise, for a while
That‘s been pulling me hard
Away from my own control

I question; is there a heaven
Or an angel to hold my finger
Or there exists a world without stares
Where I can smile like a year old child
Or dance under the rainbow in the wild
But, why this reminder now and then
Fantasy is the world to define them
I can’t jump through
I wish I could break this wall
Bordering this world of mine to that

16 Nov 2012 / Gopal Trital

We are a mirror; yes, we are.

We are a mirror
Yes we are
Reflection of their images
They’ve in their minds

But, never can they see
What we really are
But, their own traits
We are a mirror
Yes we are

Everyone is an audience
To what they want to see
Not to discover us
What we really are
For we are a mirror
And beneath their images
We have genuine identities

Spectators can never hear
Our stories and songs
Of optimism and care
For we know
We are just a mirror
To what they want to see

Reflection of their minds
They give us a name
To describe those images
Of their own reflections
Not to discover us
What we really are
Not to hear
Our stories and songs
But to see their own images
For we are a mirror
Yes we are

08 Nov 2012 / Gopal Trital

In a deserted Island...

In a deserted island
of my imagination
where no flower blooms
In silence, where no birds fly
It's strange I don't seek for help
No tragedies of thirst or hunger
No race, rush or obligations

I rest on the beach to feel the wave
Mysterious waves of endless sea

Bordered by horizon at infinity
Above my head, blue sky
completely isolated, like me
Yet, it's strange I don't feel alone

Suddenly there's a movement
A big ship somewhere on the sea
Not too far beyond my cry
or I could have given a try
I favor not to stand, unaffected
It's strange I don't want to leave

In a deserted island
of my imagination
where no flower blooms
in silence, where no birds fly
You are closer to me
sitting by my side, reading my eyes
Holding my fingers, n silent speech
And, it's in this deserted island
we can be all we are
no race, rush or obligations
Just these waves of sea
Playing music
to celebrate my dream

09 Nov/Gopal Trital

Wish I could be in dream..

The moment I'm awake
I regret
Wish I could be in dream
a little more
It was almost the end
...

where I had reached
and, right there
I could be granted
The life of a King
Who could then start for
a journey of his choice,
To win the world
and make it alive
with power of love

Almost a magic
Was passed onto him
To end the despair
And, fear of coffin
Until a dark storm
Disturbed the scene
and made me appear here,

The moment I woke up
The conspiracy was on
Not to confer the freedom
Reality, the prison
wish I could be back
and, fight against
To grab my rights
my life of sailor

The conspirer has won,
yet again,
My realities getting clearer
His sin fades feeble then
yet, it recurrs more stronger
every time that I dream

Time; something I wanna say...

Time; shall I write you
something that I wanna say?
Coz, I know that you too know
I gonna write something about today

Give me your anger;
I shall gift you a sack full of smile
Coz, I know that you too know
anger makes you look bad and grey

Words; why do you hear
That you know I would never say
And, even if you do
Give me your anger;
I shall gift you a sack full of smile
Coz, I know that you too know
My heart knows no words to express
But just the language of smile
Truth and respect

Time; shall I write you
Something that I wanted to say
Coz, I know that you too know
No pain troubles me much
Except, when,
my own words misinterpret.

BDevS 1st Field Trip; 27 Sept'12