tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64123512808760816982024-03-13T06:58:53.722-07:00The Sanctum of Art.thinking is a freedom..it varies from person to person. whatever i think is my individuality which is the mirror of my life...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-62694338711056772172015-04-27T09:29:00.001-07:002015-04-27T09:29:42.077-07:00JU : Jadavpur University<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-9181126207927636482015-04-17T10:28:00.000-07:002015-04-17T10:28:00.754-07:00Revisiting Memories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i>Nepali literature </i></b>is yet to be explored, while excavating the Nepalese and Gorkha writings, one can find writers equal to the stature of Murakami, Mo Yan, Marquez and Pahmukh. Nepali literature can compete at any level; the only things required are exploration by the readers’ and usher of love, time and interest towards Nepali literature. Let Nepali Literature bloom in the garden of world literature. <br /><br /> <br /><br />“Palpasa Café” is a novel by Nepali author Narayan Wagle. The story is weaved beautifully with the Nepalese Civil War that lasted for 10 years in Nepal starting from the year 1996 to 2006. It was an armed battle between Nepali armed forces and Maoist forces with an aim of overthrowing the monarchial rule. Palpasa Café is an outcome of the decade long uprisings that portrays the anguish of Nepal during the war era. <br /><br />The story mostly revolves around two characters, Drishya, a painter by profession and Palpasa. But each and every day happenings of turmoil Nepal has been beautifully wickered. The novel starts in a narrative metafictional way hearkening the readers on a voyage not travelled, after which the protagonist (Drishya) amidst the inception of chaos and disorder (Murder of Monarch) in the country gets arrested alongwith many innocent faces. <br /><br />I believe Art is above existence, sameway the writer has really placed the level of Art to the metaphsyic level. Art is exposed in each and every echelon; a painter’s spacious mind obsessed with art is portrayed from the starting chapter which starts in Goa, India. The protagonist (painter) falls in love with Palpasa (A homecoming amateur film maker). Narayan Wagle is often referred as formalist for his usage of form over content but still Wagle has beautifully crafted the intricacies of the demography with the life lived the various characters in the novel. <br /><br /> <br /><br />The novel has feminist expression as most of the voices are accentuated by female characters like Phulan, Hajur Ama (Grandmother), Palpasa, Jemina, Christina etc. The dominancy of the opposite counterparts stays veiled even at the narratives. <br /><br />Wagle who is also known for his thoroughness of detail and poetic imageries through the presence of his protagonist Drishya has briefly pictorised the canvas of agitated era with adroit caress. </span></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Palpasa Café</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> as the name itself label aspects like Love, Despair and Art gets more intense and tragic as it reaches its end. Drishya, while returning back towards home from his native country side accidentally he happens to meet Palpasa, as she dies in a lethal trap; Drishya gets arrested unexpectedly from his gallery leaving his assistant Phulan (readers’) all alone. </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com0Gangtok, Sikkim, India27.3389356 88.60650350000003127.226096599999998 88.445142000000033 27.4517746 88.767865000000029tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-956219392478635062013-03-04T01:22:00.000-08:002013-03-04T01:22:09.516-08:00A Flower in the midst of thorns, Autobiographical essays by JHAMAK GHIMIRE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Govinda Raj Bhattarai<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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of thorns”</i></b> is an epoch making collection of autobiographical essays. The
original book in Nepali <b><i>“Jeevan Kadha ki Phool” </i></b>was first published in the year
2010 which won the prestigious Madan Puruskar in the same year. Likewise, the
translators, Nagendra Sharma and Safal Sharma after two years, globalized the
book by translating the essays from Nepali to the language known by the world
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Jhamak Ghimire, was
born with Cerebral Palsy in the year 1980. She started writing with her toes
from the day she first wrote “Ka” in the sands with a twig. Also, a poet, she
has won many awards for her writing in literature. It has been mentioned:
Jhamak Ghimire to be equal to Hellen Keller of the West.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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page, a reader can judge the philosophic depth of the writer by rendering
masochistic lines that forays an array of myriad human feelings.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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best flowers of creation. I don’t know whether my life falls within the LIFE I
myself have defined.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The book, as its
allegory flings a satire to the humans who have lost the essence of humanity.
The book on the one hand has parably portrayed the inefficiency of the
Government and politics of Nepal even terming the system to be disabled
furthermore with lines like<b><i> “We disabled are not sad at our own
disability, but at the leaders who have disabled our country”. </i></b>While on
the other hand,<b><i> </i></b>her essays portray bottled personal hardships and distress,
which she as a disabled had to face in a chauvinistic, superstitious, dark
society. On reading chapters like “<b><i>Caste Divisions and I, A Burden in the war
against Discrimination, Disability and our society, Menstruation and Youth,
Rays of Hope” etc, </i></b>the reader will bump into the truth of the soul in
the depth of imagination progressed with the passage of time. She found rays of
hope when the elders in the society blessed her at Dashain to die soon instead
of having led a crippled life. Her discourse on the position of the girl child,
young women and the society shows the idiocy of the sycophantic, hangover
society. <b><i>“She has lashed out at everyone, including her old grandmother, mother,
father and the social beliefs supporting them. She has dug into the roots of
the religion that has fostered inequality”. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Until and unless the
darker facets of a society cannot be brought in front, society cannot progress wholesomely.
This book has a total of 47 astounding essays of manageable length covering
Jhamak’s encounter with life from her birth in the year 1980 till present day.
She has openly criticized the dogma of a traditional society, its obligations,
ills within the culture and the superstitious belief of the Eastern psyche. On
many terms, she has even rejected the existence of God. <b><i>“God may not have physical form,
but I do not feel that all the minute details of creation, sound, colours, sky
and the stars could have come into being without a creator”. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">No matter how much I
try to bring out the flavor of this book, it will just turn out to be a <b><i>“mission
un – accomplished”.</i></b> For the
essays in the book does not come from a research laboratory, but from the
knowledge gained from a hard life of a crippled girl writing with her toe of
amazing consciousness and courage that is priceless. </span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">“Kshar/ Akshar”
(Perishable/ Imperishable)</span></i></b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"> is the third anthology
of poems published in the year 1998 after the release of two of Bhandari’s
earlier collection of poems, namely <b><i>“Huide yee Chisa Raatka Pardaharuma” (In the
veils of cold wintery nights)</i></b> published in the year 1979 and the second
collection of poems titled <b><i>“Yee Sabhdaharu: Yee Harafharu” (These
words: These lines) </i></b>1986.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bhandari’s third
anthology of poem contains a total of 48 poems. All the poems in this collection
portrays detoriating socio cultural values, political aspirations of the
Gorkha’s of India, widening human relationships, urban loneliness, reckless de
– humanization of urban society and beurocratic corruption. His poems are like
an abstract art <b><i>“What you read today might be different, while reading tomorrow”.</i></b>
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“Kshar/Akshar” entitled <b><i>“Baan vitra harayeka goreto haru” (The lost
pathway inside the forest)</i></b> takes the reader back to the periphery of
the village and portrays the stark realities in a rather metamorphic way also
portraying the social structure of the village with lines like:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“At home, they start
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">This poem in some way
or the other demonstrates the memory of the distant past, over burdened with
domestic and agricultural activities.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Likewise, his other
poem from the same book namely <b><i>“Hariyo chowr ra Marble Aankhaharu” (Green
meadows and Marble eyes)</i></b> is a quasi – poem standing between the urban
and rural life. The poem rightly portrays the reckless de humanization of the
urban society. In the poem the poet far from the marble (signifying urbanity),
harks the reader to the landscape of the green meadows and tempts to take
refuge in it. Finally ending off with an
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the Market) </span></i></b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">is yet another interesting satirical
poem from the same book. It highlights the churning political and economic
problem of the society and Vanity as its central theme. The poet has travelled
far beyond the trammeling incidents of ordinary life and from that nameless
position and yet he has depicted practical examples in the poem with lines like<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“How far is Nirvana
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its approach. It’s like an original abstract art always delivering fresh
thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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kura” (Ordinary matters), “Mashina Kushiharu” (Small pleasures)</i></b> from
this collection along with the other 44 poems Nepali poems is full of Life,
Laughter, love and melancholy. One may not find traditional; rhythm in his
poems, context to the usage of metres, rhymes, alliteration and accents. But it
is never to be forgotten that real rhythm is inherent in our consciousness.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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28<sup>th</sup> September, 1956. He did his schooling from Kumdini Homes,
Kalimpong and later joined Kalimpong College for his Graduation. He completed
his Master’s in Nepali from North Bengal University after which he acquired the
degree of PhD from the same University. Bhandari has published five collections
of poems in Nepali. He is the finest and first Gorkha writer to have been named
in the list of Nobel Prize for Literature consecutively for two years – 2012
and 2013.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>“Susheli Ra Sushkera”</i></b> <b><i>(Whistle and sigh) </i></b>is the latest collection of short stories
written by Gahar Singh Subba “Udashi” also a Bhanu Puruskar Awardee, 2002. His
writing has a philosophical outlook and his usage of typical Gorkha words and
nuances makes his work applauded and well read in the bookshelf of Gorkha
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collection contains a total of 33 short stories which are very much realistic
in approach. The stories have been woven with stylistic characteristics like
stream of consciousness, metaphor, allegory, de construction and many more.
While existentialism, Modernity, psyche, Diaspora etc are made the theme in the
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the short stories are presented in various ways which undoubtedly gives an
abundant insight of the writer in his understanding of the society. One of the story
namely <b><i>“Antarwarta” (Discussion)</i></b> is stitched to a quote: <b><i>“Man
is born free but everywhere he is tied in chains”</i></b> and has the leader
(politician) of the people as a protagonist of the story. Likewise, some the
other stories in the collection are “<b><i>Rapture”</i></b> which portrays the
countryside life in search of the past memoirs finally realizing the memoirs to
have sheltered in rapture.<b><i> Aaj ko Shree Krishna ra Sudhama (Today’s
Shree Krishna and Sudhama) </i></b>is another short story which is just opposite
to the Old story of Shree Krishna and Sudhama, trying its best to showcase the
present reality of the society.<b><i> Gaon ghar ma aajkal (These days in home and
in Village)</i></b> is yet another brilliant short story which is written with
utmost craftsmanship and apt. It states the dwelling of life in materialism, it
has a theme which is universal in approach namely diminishment of brotherhood,
moral and ethical values. <b><i> <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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were the synopsis of the three short stories out of the thirty three other
Goosebumps. Gahar Singh Subba “Udashi” is well known for his usage of classic
words which can be observed only after you take a look of this collection of
minute short stories.</span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 24pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com0Gangtok, Sikkim, India27.3389356 88.60650350000003127.226096599999998 88.445142000000033 27.4517746 88.767865000000029tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-11942891600368653562013-01-25T03:28:00.001-08:002013-01-25T03:30:13.705-08:00“Chhapamar Yuwatiko Diary” (The Diary of a young Guerrilla woman)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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included as one of the bestseller in Nepal after having sold 50,000 copies in
just two days and with the release of tenth edition of the book presently in
the market. The book was also awarded the prestigious Madan Sahitya Puruskar,
Nepal. The stories portray the life of a young 15 year old Guerrilla girl named
Tara Rai also the writer of the book. The main reason behind terming the book
as autobiography lays in the fact that the whole facts, situations have been
seen and analyzed from the eyes and mind of the writer or the main protagonist
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till primary level and had joined the cultural wing of Maoist Movement at a
very small age of 15 years. Within a short span of three months as a Maoist,
she is captured by the Army personnel kept behind bars and then freed a year
later. The entire stories have been incepted from behind the pillars, reminiscence
of her becoming a Maoist without giving any second thought, her introspection
on the difference in the human behavior. Moreover, keeping aside the skepticism, she
has triumphed as a runaway bestselling writer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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which is always made a scapegoat in the conflicts. The clash between the Shah
armies and the Maoist forces in the streets and hills in a chaotic decade. The
Maoist movements in Nepal structured by Maoist(s) like Tara and their dream of
Independent Nepal and the Army men and their task of Peace restoration. The
evolution of Tara’s story can be traced at such paradoxical juncture where Army
men and Maoist killed each other not knowing they were men of the same nation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The book has been reviewed by many
critics, <b><i>“most affiliated writers and critics terming it to be as a book of
forgery and even accusing the people behind the book who helped to bring Rai’s
book to the market of corrupting her attitude towards the Maoist forces” – The
Kathmandu Post, </i></b>but not of India, this is the first initiative as there
lays some similarities in Gorkha (India) and Nepali (Nepal) language. Though the Diary maybe a straightforward
narration of Tara’s life but it should not be forgotten - that the story as its
allegory also has the face of anxious Nepal and the cries, sorrows and the
grief of a clamoring era.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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female writers from across the country (India).
Random House India in association with MSN in the month of May 2012 had
conducted a short story contest to hunt for India’s twelve finest women
writers. The twelve stories were
selected from the thousands of entries. Finely blended, the book says every
woman has a story to tell, the stories are based on three themes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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woman trapped in a stifling marriage makes a shocking discovery, a repressed
memory is suddenly brought back by a dead tree, a self-styled nun finds
unlikely love in a Tibetan monastery. Rich and deeply evocative, “She Writes”
is a celebration of some of the most exciting writing talent in our country. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of these twelve stories here are remarkable in their own way. They are stories
from women like you and me, based in different places like Chennai, Kolkata,
Hyderabad, New Delhi, Bangalore and Gangtok”.</i></b> True to her words, the
stories are diverse giving a taste of the particular geography, myriad lifestyle
and theme which has been woven deeply with the various stylistic characteristics
that is superior enough to give a reader a second thought on reading the
distinctive beautifully weaved stories. Certain evocative quotes were used as
the catalyst for the upbringing of the collection of short stories. The quotes
were taken from the Man Booker winning Book God of Small Things, Gone with the
Wind and a quote by Oscar Wilde. All the stories revolve around the three
quotes and one can find the incorporation of each topic somewhere in the
stories.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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myriad existence in a single shack of paper. Anisha Bhaduri, Sheela Jaywant,
Yishey Doma, Dr Geeta Sundar among the twelve writers are published writers.
While talking on some of the stories, the first story by Anushka Bhaduri has a
newly wed middle class Bengali couple and their honey moon stay in Darjeeling
is quite an interesting read. However, the protagonists name is spelt as Konika
at times and as Konica in different sections of the story. Jyotshn Jha‘s story
“The tourist" is about an Anglo-Indian girl Michele who unwillingly visits
India and falls in love with a doctor but later finds out a shocking fact about
him that shakes her. Stories like "White Chilly" by Dr. Geeta
Sundar is a nice story that tells about an inexplicable bond between two women
who meet during their walk, Yishey Doma’s story “Mantra’s of Love” portrays the
anecdote of </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Yangchen,
a nun, and Philip, a photographer from New York, who finds love in the hills
during a trek to Dzongri. The other stories in “She Writes” are also very
interesting after all they were selected from the thousands of entries from
across the country. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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readers’ take your time, as the twelve dynamic stories will very much fit in
with a cup of Tea or a Coffee. You won’t find any stereotype stories as the
themes applied in it are vibrant, apt and the stories have no endings.</span><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">The Collection of short story “She Writes” has the
supremacy to quench the thirst of short story lovers and the publishers MSN and
Random House in making the book available to the global audience. The Book “She
Writes” is available in various book stores all around the world; all you need
to do is visit some of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Rai in Translation</i></b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">, edited by Prem Poddar & Anmole Prasad and
published by Mukti Prakashan, Kalimpong is a translated book from Nepali to
English with short stories and Essays by Indra Bahadhur Rai. The book is unique
as the stories contained in it have the supremacy to quench the thirst of every
reader for the theme applied is Universal in approach. There are a total of ten
collected short stories and Essay collected from his major works. Indra
Bahadhur Rai, a successful Darjeeling born Nepali author, a leading Nepali
Literati and the one to have forged the “Ayamik Lekhan” (the Dimensionist
Movement of which Rai was the forerunner) saw his works at times come under
controversy. “</span><b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>From the Introductory section, In short IB’s project is to infect
Nepali literature with the intellectual incomprehensibility of his mentors such
as Derrida, Lacan and Baudillard and put Nepali Literature out of reach of ordinary
readers”.</i></b><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> Besides, Literature and writer grow with the critical
evaluation by the critics/audience. Rai portrays the identity of Gurkha in most
of his work with the usage of theme/subjects like Refugee, Asylum seekers,
migrant and many more related subjects. In this book, the readers will find
problems of Gurkha Identity its various crossroads of civilization, political
affairs and identity.</span></div>
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Introduction provides a synopsis to the readers on the usage of thematic and
stylistic characteristics as used by Rai in most of his works. His insightful
overture provides a briefing of all the stories and Essays and gives a much
insightful view of the book which will add an added dosage to the readers. Some
of the short stories and Essay in the book are <b><i>Jarr: Euta Bhayekai Katha, Ghosh
Babu, Ratbhari Huri Chalyo, Kheer, Jaimaya Aphumatra Likhapani Aipugi and Pahar
Ra Khola etc.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The first in the book and a very
widely renowned story amongst Nepali populace “<b><i>Jarr” (Adulterer)</i></b> has a
somewhat Shakespearian outlook, the story revolves around three characters <b><i>Thuli
(meaning eldest daughter), Rudraman and Harshajit</i></b>. Thuli loves
Rudraman, a Gurkha lieutenant but she is not able to marry him due to familial
pressure and marries her paternal cousin Harshajit. After the marriage is done
and half of her marriage life is lived, Rudraman again appears and tires to
whip Thuli but he is caught and taken in the Village court. The inborn
controversy in the story and the chivalry at the last of the story by Rudraman
transforms the ferocious enmity into miteri (Fictive). The other story in the
book entitled as <b><i>“Ghosh Babu” </i></b>translated equivalently by Michael Hutt portrays
shades of Irony by presenting a Bengali drycleaner resident in Darjeeling.
Moreover, the story gives a dimensional view of Darjeeling as it unfolds in its
narrative. <b><i>“Kheer” (a Nepali rice pudding)</i></b> is a story full of allegory
emphasizing on the importance and safeguard of Values and Wisdom along with the
unique Gurkha Identity, Culture and Tradition that is in the brink of
diminishment. “<b><i>Jaimaya Aphumatra Likhapani Aipugi” (Jaimaya alone arrived at
Likhapani)</i></b> exposes the aftermath problems faced by diasporas Gurkha.
The sad story is about the Gurkha family left in Burma ad their pathetic
journey towards their once abandoned homeland with equally exigent and
challenging situations. At last, Jaimaya alone arrives at Likhapani near Assam
leaving back her memoirs in the native land and in the hollow pathways.
Moreover the other stories in the book are also full of Gurkha ethos portraying
Universal theme and motif.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>“Nepali is the major language in
Nepal but a minor one in India”</i></b>. Nepali is one of the 22<sup>nd</sup>
officially recognized languages included in the Indian Literary language
approved by the Sahitya Akademi. The
Essay in the Book deals with India as a sovereign state giving respect to each
and every religion and languages. The need to understand the churning issue of
ethno nationalism is vividly described with much broader approach. The uneven
development of the country and the differentiation among the classes, language
is also very well defined in the translated version. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The translators of the book Lt.
Dorjee Tshering Lepcha, Amole Prasad and Michael Hutt are to be commended for
their work (translation) as their vocation enthralls each and every corner of
the Gurkha society by their equivalent writing skill and henceforth Mukti
Prakshan of Kalimpong in making the book available to the global audience. The
Book “Gorkha Imagined: Indra Bahadhur Rai in Translation” is available in
various book stores all around the world, all you need to do is visit some of
it.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com0Gangtok, Sikkim, India27.3389356 88.60650350000003127.3389356 88.606503500000031 27.3389356 88.606503500000031tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-63692018163704748942013-01-25T03:12:00.000-08:002013-01-25T03:31:21.074-08:00“Call of the Hills” <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A
Coursebook of Indian Nepali Literature in Translation (Volume I)<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Published by: Centre of Advanced
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Jadavpur University<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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is a course book which has been included in the graduation syllabus of
Comparative Literature in Jadavpur University, Kolkata. The name of the book
“Call of the Hills” is appropriate, for the stories contained in it deeply
portrays the stories of the hills, mountains, precipice and the lifestyle of
the people. The book has used English as its medium in translating the Nepali
Stories into English. Altogether, the volume has a collection of three Essays
and nineteen short stories written by seventeen eminent Nepali writers
including three stories of Shiva Kumar Rai. The stories have been translated by
<b><i>students
and Research scholars of Kalimpong, Darjeeling, Sikkim and Kolkata</i></b> namely
Martha Rai, Bishwa Devi Subba (Sikkim University), Gaurav Tamang, Gyanendra
Mani Pradhan and Shradanjali Tamang (Darjeeling), Lee Pandi Fudong (Kalimpong),
Sanchari Bhattacharya, Smita Basu, Debapritam Chakraborty, Rianka Roy, Shubojit
Banerjee, Anshuman Bhowmick, Malini Bhattacharya, Satish Kumar and
Ranjamrittika Bhowmick (Kolkata).The book is edited by Dr. Kavita Lama and
Sayatan Dasgupta.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The
translated stories are very strong having Universal motifs depicting the
worldwide and everyday life of the Nepali speaking people of India with some
stories based on the relevant social, political and economic realities.
Provinces in India were created in independent India according to a language
being spoken but due to the upcoming of various linguistic languages, no
region/state speaks one language. For eg – languages that are spoken in Sikkim
are Bhutia, Lepcha, Limboo, Gurung, Rai, Newar, Bihari, Bengali and Nepali etc.
Likewise, Sayatan Dasgupta in his Introduction has given a wide view of the
differences created by languages taking the linguistic cartography of South
East Asia in general and the language Nepali in particular. Some of the stories
contained in the book are Chaprasi by Achha Rai “Rashik” is a story woven into
the social fabric of life in Darjeeling Hills and relate to the social,
political and economic realities of the region, Bal Bahadhur Bishta Chettri by
Ishwar Ballabh is written in a tongue cheek tone showcasing the oppression faced
by a scarecrow, The Diamond Necklace (Hira ko Haar) by Shiva Kumar Rai focuses
on human greed and awe for fame, authority and affluence and is also full of
shock and laughter, The path a Thought Traverses ( Euta Vichar ko Yatrapath) by
Indra Bahadhur Rai is a story written during the decisive period of the theory
of “Dimensional Movement”, it is a story describing its theme from the language
of painting, music and is presented in obliquities’ and Reality (Yatharta) by
Jas Yonzone “Pyasi” focuses on love and social institutions, evoking a weird
feeling and camouflaged on a ghost like story only to make the story turn more
realistic with the befall of tragedy in the end. This is not the end, there are
more stories of Lakhi Devi Sundas, Agam Sigh Giri, Guman Singh Chamling full of
myriad thematic and stylistic characteristics and many more in the book and all
you need to do is buy it from your nearest bookstores.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">For
me, The book tends to be important and of huge success in two ways; firstly
Nepali literature which has remain untamed has not been exposed to the
worldwide readers, this book with the works of seventeen writers holding
different taste undoubtedly will bolster the outlook of Nepali Literature and
satiate the thirst of the globalized readers’. Dr. Kavita Lama in her Foreward has
stated words like <b><i>“The number of translated works in Indian Nepali literature can simply
be counted on one’s fingers”</i></b>. True to her words, there are only few
translated works but with the coming of such initiative and young talents from
the hills, it might be the starting of a new era in the field of Translation
and in the globalization of Nepali Literature.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Secondly,
the book juxtaposes works of many eminent Nepali writers. Also the stories of
the volume are being studied for the academic year 2012-13 in the Department of
Comparative Literature in Jadavpur University. It is to be noted that students
from myriad communities will also be learning and knowing the tradition of the
Hills and also to mention the lifestyle of the Hill and Modus Vivendi of the
Hill people. To strengthen the identity of the Gorkha speaking Indians through
the usage of a pen and a paper is the success of this book.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b><i>THE FLOWER SELLERS OF THE CAPITAL</i></b></div>
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It’s very hard to see people selling colours
and happiness to people but there are some who sells contentment, happiness.
Choki Sherpa and Sujana Rai have been selling gladness, a sign of bliss to the
other people (customers) from the past six years. They have settled their shop
beside the S.T.N.M. Hospital below the Fly over. One can see variety of flowers
like Jarbera, Rose, Lilly, Anthranium and some seedlings of seasonal flowers in
this mysterious place. The place is usually crowded with the hodge podge of
tellurians, vehicle’s honk etc. They have now taken the business as their
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Chunki and Sujana started the
vocation blindly by just thinking of engaging and making life full of activity.
As time passed by, they slowly went on realizing the bitter truth of life; they
had and still have to face various difficulties. They rope in flowers basically
from various places of Sikkim like Daramdin, Namchi and Dughalakha etc. Even
the varieties of flowers keep on changing on the basis of season and climate.
Chunki further stated that People in Gangtok enjoy buying flowers and people
from all walks of life come to buy flowers. She further affirmed the business to
be delicate as the flowers gets damaged oftenly and if we demand 400 flowers
than its very usual that out of the total flowers quarter gets damaged in the
first hand only. But still, their passion is as such that it can even defeat
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On the background where it’s
difficult to find Government jobs, Private jobs in Sikkim in particular and the
world in General, These Flowers sellers undoubtedly sets a perfect example to
all the people to utilize their creations in a best way possible and further
proved to be a best example of the quote <b><i>“Become a job giver rather than a job
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It’s just beautiful to see people
buying flowers for their loved ones who might be waiting for them in home,
hospital or in a Café. A flower has the potential to change the mood of men
from awful to wonderful. Masochisting the pain behind, person like Chunki and
Sujana still ushers multiple happiness to the people of the city. Such is the
life of the Flowers Sellers and the beauty presented by the flowers. </div>
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“Kahlil Gibran” upon flowers has rightly stated: - “I am the lover's gift;
I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the
last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.” </span></i></b></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com0Gangtok, Sikkim, India27.3389356 88.606503527.282515099999998 88.5275395 27.3953561 88.6854675tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-27339572595615474642012-10-22T13:11:00.001-07:002015-04-03T12:58:56.096-07:00REMINISCING OUR HUMJAYEGA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><u><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“REMINISCING OUR HUM JAYEGA”</span> </u></i></b><br />
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Myriad streets, the coal churning toy train, clandestine lights, and a posthumous humorous man. We are talking about a man, who was/is widely known amongst the Nepalis' diaspora, for his much revered stomach aching jokes. We are talking about the posthumous HumJayega, “The King of Nepali jokes and humor”. He is at a meagre amount imagined much as a fictional character by most of the Nepali speaking people. Let me evase this distortive notion pervasive. Humjayega's original name was Dal Bahadhur Gurung, born in the early years (1921) in a very hardworking peasantry family in the outskirts of Darjeeling in a place called Chungthung Tea Garden. His father’s name was Lt. Man Bahadhur Gurung and his mother’s name, Lt Amrita Gurung. His wife’s name was Lt. Dhan Maya Gurung. Furthermore Humjayega in English means “I Will Go” as per his working audacity even in harsh situation.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">Dal Bahadhur Gurung, also known as Hum Jayega, had five children out of which four were girls and one, a boy: Jina Gurung, being the eldest of his daughters, followed by Jasudha Gurung “Late Geeta Gurung”, Indra Gurung and his only son Dukraj Gurung. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">The king of Nepali humor had a unique way of life. Apart from being a jeep driver, he was a responsible family man, who took extra care of everyone. T</span><span style="text-align: left;">here lived a moribund society of the natives and the saheb's(Gorey babu). Darjeeling that we see today was built step by step by both the babu's and the natives. The weekly market in the past was named as "Gundri Bazaar". It maybe rendered that Darjeeling had progressed much more than the less developed other hilly regions and it was an almost surreal place to the bucolics. As a result, the centre (Darjeeling) had all its hold on the modus operandi of the periphery. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">Darjeeling soared high and so did Humjayega, he portrayed his life, full of pomp and grandeur. “He hardly let others feel unrest”, and would on most of the time joke with the gathering in Joey’s Pub “If we eat “Gundruk”, we should come out of our house, prickling our teeth, as if we had eaten a huge lump of meat”. Many of the people talk about Hum Jayega and regard him to have died because of extreme drinking. Far from the rumors, he was a moderate drinker, who, after drinking two pegs of alcohol, would face the mirror and joke to him-self. Dukraj Gurung, the youngest boy child of all the children, fondly remembers the yesteryears with his father Hum Jayega. Dukraj states: “There is a lot of misleading information about my father: In this world, more than being a humorous celebrity, he was a humble person, kind, down to earth and loved by the children of the village. First of all, I would consider late Hum Jayega to be the father of not only me, but of every Gurkha. He did not know English language, but still, he had that aura of entertaining all the tourists, and moreover, every tourist would want to get in the cab of Hum Jayega, “cab number WGY 1265”. He was influenced by the everyday riddles. One could find him humming typical Nepali songs like “Saili Maili Darjeeling Kasto Cha”. He happened to act in the Kollywood film, “Kusume Rumal”, and the lyrics he pronounced were written by him-self. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">The most surprising event that happened and came to be known is that he was born breech. There is a belief amongst Nepali's, that if a person is born breech, he/she can cure body aches. Dukraj Gurung states: “I use to enjoy people suffering from back-pain or body aches. My father, standing upon the body, would cure the person with his feet. There would be a queue in front of our house just to get the healing kick of my father. Dukraj opines another incident “Once, while coming from Nepal with my father, there was a sudden indefinite strike. We were in Kakarvitta, Nepal, with limited amount of money. I wanted a soft drink, so we went to a hotel where a person identified my father. Thereof, slowly, people started gathering around, and than the laughter continued.... As a result, we stayed in the same hotel for five days without payment. Each and every time I called my father, people gathered around him, would buy my more soft drinks, so that I would not disturb the guff”. Most of the older people in Darjeeling still remember his European outlook. His dress style was proper, with a Scottish hat, tidy ironed clothes, either with a chequered jacket or coat, and well-polished shoes”. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i>As we know, he is no more with us. But HumJayega’s legacy remains, as his quotations, such as </i></b></span><br />
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(i) “Royera Bidha na deu malai, ma ta hasi hasi jana chahanchu”. <br />
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(ii) “Today I drank a peg of Rum and my heart is warm, my hair is white, cheeks wrinkled with a red nose, this dirty coat and a torn note of mine, no one does accepts. Now, everyone knows me so nobody gives me anything in credit. For, Oneday Humjayega “and many more. <br />
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Before his death in "Bara kakjhora", a very harsh and coincidental plague struck during winter season. It had already led to the death of twenty-one neighbours; all the villagers were frightened and brought in shaman to look in the matter. But the plague was too enigmatic to be ceased. Hum Jayega started feeling ill. Even the hospital staff and the medicine could not save him, only to have caught his last words: (Aab kohi nahi jayega, Aab HumJayega) “Now no one is going, but I will go”. Along with his death, the avenged plague came to a halt.<br />
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Darjeeling is famous for its tea, toy train and landscape. But let us not forget Hum Jayega, for his unique identity may perish someday. Hum Jayega dedicated all his life to the happiness of the people. He would hide his sadness and teach people the joy of laughter. A music album on the Late. Humjayega entitled as “30 point Humjayega” with artist like Indian Idol Runner’s up Kapil Thapa, Thupden Bhutia and many more and a biography on Hum Jayega will soon be available on the market. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com4Gangtok, Sikkim, India27.3389356 88.606503527.282515099999998 88.5275395 27.3953561 88.6854675tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-54888220685457626692012-09-06T14:51:00.001-07:002012-10-01T05:04:59.175-07:00SORENG<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The place abundantly filled with nettle</div>
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It is where our ancestor happened to settle</div>
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Turning its face towards Darjeeling</div>
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The rustic sensation from “Moh-Bhir” flies with its wing</div>
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Gumpa Dara nestled in its head</div>
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People to Barsey enroute do tread.</div>
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The heart of the town</div>
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A five minute long bazaar wears a gown</div>
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Colorful myriad gown</div>
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Majestically, the heart of the town (1)</div>
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The tune of “Haakparey” do the Limboo’s sung.</div>
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The melody of “Dohori, Haakparey” flows</div>
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By the rice, paddy field that glitteringly glows</div>
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To “Tharpu” just below its navel</div>
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The bucolic tunes just like Aesop’s fable</div>
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Suddenly arouses the man from their babble. (2)</div>
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What has happened and gone wrong?</div>
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Oh Shamans… elucidate the gist of the song (3)</div>
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Malbasey hereof smiles in the shade of pantheism.</div>
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The gorging and swirling “Rangvang” rivulet</div>
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">REFERENCE :-</span></u></i></b></div>
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1.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span>Soreng – It lies to the West of Sikkim. It was
previously known as “Sore-yong”. A name which was kept by the Lepcha’s as the
meaning in Lepcha - the place full of nettle. </div>
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<span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> 2.</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Lepcha – The aborigines or the natives of
Sikkim.</span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--> 3.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span>Barsey – The Rhododendron sanctuary in West
Sikkim.</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--> 4.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span>Darjeeling – The famous Hill station faces
Soreng face to face. Darjeeling also known as “Gundri – Bazaar” during the past
yester years.</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--> 5.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span>Moh – Bhir – “Mohbhir” and also known as “Bhir
Dara” is the ultimate face of Soreng. It may be one of the highest precipice in
Sikkim and is very unique as it attracts a lot of tourists.</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--> 6.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span>Timberbung – A small mainly Limboo inherited
village in Soreng.</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--> 7.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span>Tharpu - A small mainly Limboo inherited village
in the outskirts of Soreng.</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--> 8.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span>Budang - A small village in the outskirts of
Soreng.</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--> 9.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span>Malshree -A beautiful tune played mostly during
the celebration of Dashain. This tune gives a melancholic reminiecenes of
Dashain and Tihar which is observed by the Nepali people once in a year all
over the world.</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--> 10.“Haakparey”- A limboo way of singing song which
is full of rhetoric and prosody</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--> 11.Dohori – The Nepali name for folk song which is
sung between two arch rivals as they continue to thrash each other by words
used in their song.</div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--> 12.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span>Malbasey – The birthplace of former Chief
Minister of Sikkim. Shree Nar Bahadhur Bhandari.</div>
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The story content in the various books deals either in the
name of “Art for Art’s sake” or “Art for Humanity’s’ sake”. The book “The
Sanctum of Art” deals with both types of narrative description and is a
compilation of the features displaying Post Modern themes and style in Prose
and Poetry. It further portrays the post modern factors like angst, absurdity
and existentialism etc. The chapters in the book are all related to realistical
issues except for the topic of Tibet which has been taken from the Documentary
“Kekexilli,” The Mountain Patrol”. </div>
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Furthermore as quoted in the book!</div>
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Inside all human lie sublime feelings and only the one who
sticks to it can express them freely and this inner tranquil place being called<b><i>
"THE SANCTUM OF ART". </i></b>So, at this point people, readers maybe
curious about what might be the inner core of the Art? There is nothing that
can be hidden and there is nothing that cannot be known. Well, the sanctum of
Art from the views of the reader may refer to various passionate things. It depends
upon the way how they perceive the Sanctum. An Art has no limitation and in the
same way <b><i>Madness and Creativity</i></b> are infinite and boundless. Art defines
what human values and morality fails to define. There is nothing above and
beyond art because the way of being Human is also an approach of Art. An art
has the capacity to lend hand to the people to hold on to their Dreams, It has
the capability of reaching itself to the unseen and further bringing the hidden
to life. The passion and their march towards liberation of writers <b><i>like
John Milton, Shree Laxmi Prasad Devkota and Shree Aadi Kavi Bhanu Bhakta </i></b>etc.
Are we to define or term their passion as Madness or Creativity? </div>
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The Book as written by Dweep Subba in collaboration with
Pempa Gyatso Lepcha has tried to label the definition in the following way –</div>
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<b><i>Madness…</i></b> <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Every day we try
to learn something new gaddingly. In this march towards liberation which is
swayed by passion in every voice, image, talks, gossip, situations becomes an
allegory behind every writing and painting.<br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Creativity
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speaking for those who can't,<br />
lending a hand to hold on to their dreams<br />
and reaching out to the unseen...<br />
bringing them to life,<br />
assuring them that they are remembered, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">for
they too belong here<br />
and that's why God created colours.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Madness
and Creativity belongs to God, It is the Key of His creation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Furthermore, the book was released on the eve of 198<sup>th</sup>
Bhanu Jayanti Celebration in Soreng, West Sikkim. The book is now available in
various book stores in Gangtok, Namchi, Darjeeling and Siliguri etc. The Book
is an epoch and has been looked up as an artifact globalizing the literary
taste of the Himalayan state.</div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com0Soreng, Sikkim, India27.1666667 88.227.1384127 88.160518 27.1949207 88.23948200000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-50561832161758399912012-06-04T01:32:00.001-07:002012-06-04T01:32:51.850-07:00Martyrs and My Revolution…<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Born in this immense land </div>
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Sprinkled with the blood of martyrs, is the enormous land</div>
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The sea of hugeness and prideness of this land infinite,
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Where blood of brave martyrs and their commitment we find.
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Bejeweled with Hill, valley, river, springs, mountain and
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Teaching Ahimsa, Love and Unity to the world </div>
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Edifying the power
and strength is this Great Gandhi’s land</div>
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Such is the homeland, uniting various religion, culture,
language and tradition</div>
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Whereby there flows pure Ganges and Yamuna instigating the
message of yielding.</div>
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But! (2)</div>
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Today the condition of this land is blasphemous </div>
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The heart of this motherland is grief stricken and tortured.</div>
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It seems the image of brave martyrs getting diminished
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It seems the bravery and valor of the brave martyrs living
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With people paying no heed and veneration (3)</div>
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In the name of the homeland trampling thy selfish wish and
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A son defying the oddity of his land seems to diminish</div>
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Since we find no one to transform the dream of brave martyrs
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Absconding Vanity and untruthfulness, embracing thy arms of
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We find no one!</div>
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The karmic land of the martyrs today has been a chopping
board of the meek and poor</div>
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Where a raped woman, we find wailing upon thou smell of
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Where we find suffering of a juvenile boy upon the famine of
hunger and thirst (4)</div>
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In this country which instigated and accentuated “Satya Mev
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It seems the land only being ruled by (Asathya)
Untruthfulness</div>
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In this holy land where humanity aroused</div>
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Shrinking of Humanism is what we find</div>
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In order to fulfill the dreams of thy martyrs</div>
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Our civilization is need of a warrior (5)</div>
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I will borne a revolution and forever be a revolutionist </div>
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Shall cleanse away the name of unjust and unfair</div>
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Shall put an end to wants of the suffering martyrs</div>
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Even, shall wipe the tear of the weeping mother</div>
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And continue to erect the wall of truth and mercy. (6)</div>
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But my revolution will not be that of guns and bullet </div>
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But that of knowledge and intellect</div>
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The ideals will not that be of Hitler but shall espouse the
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My revolution shall carry and fabricate the inferno of Peace
and completeness (7)</div>
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My friend now is the time not to scatter and ramble </div>
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But a time to join hand in hands and arm with arms</div>
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Now the time is not about you and me</div>
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But the time is to proclaim our message of courage and guts.
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I shall now assert my upheaval and lit the fire of
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The warmth of the fire shall not heat you but shall provide
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The revolution won’t abide the selfishness and egoism like
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But shall endow in it the values of serving with pride (9)</div>
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Will, I gladly accept,</div>
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And after death a truthful proof of my love towards my land</div>
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To Almighty I would at last gladly espoused (10)</div>
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… I shall hereof be a revolutionist and shall give birth to
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-11846790104738638042012-02-20T03:44:00.000-08:002012-02-20T03:54:26.774-08:00I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTr7Wxw8E0c/T0I0Ojbt6JI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mfjUWpHe0Vs/s1600/IMG_0913.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTr7Wxw8E0c/T0I0Ojbt6JI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mfjUWpHe0Vs/s400/IMG_0913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711184702093518994" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b><i><u><span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Berlin Sans FB Demi","sans-serif""><br /></span></u></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b><i><u><span style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Berlin Sans FB Demi","sans-serif""><br /></span></u></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b><i><u><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I LOVE YOU SO MUCH</span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></u></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >As time passes <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >You will know how much I love you<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I wake up imagining your gestures<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >And I sing heartily <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Forgetting the veracity all behind.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I love you so much,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Never was my feeling so strong<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Never was myself so alive <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I feel…<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >What mighty hearts failed to feel?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I love you so much,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >For night holds thorn<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >And like a creeper grips me<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Up in the skies<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Layers of grey fog shackle<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I call upon thee<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span> </span>But devious thunder overhaul<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I wail, weep<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Rain rinses potent tear jointly<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I call upon thee<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span> </span>As of roar <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Supersedes thou truthful voice <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Whereas,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >The tears trickle down the aisle<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Only to amalgamate with the rain<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Never gets the voice heard<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >And never gets the cries glimpsed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >But, as the time passes <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >You will know how much I love you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"><b><i><u><br /></u></i></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"><b><i><u> - DWEEP MUSTANG "MADNESS".</u></i></b></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-17919102477368007602012-01-28T01:37:00.000-08:002012-01-28T01:50:15.665-08:00Water<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lM6W74fLEL8/TyPEdJwX_0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/8qnDkpPRsdY/s1600/water.jpg"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lM6W74fLEL8/TyPEdJwX_0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/8qnDkpPRsdY/s1600/water.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lM6W74fLEL8/TyPEdJwX_0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/8qnDkpPRsdY/s400/water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702617558295248706" /></a><span style="text-align: center; "><br /></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Water...</i></b></div><div><div><br /></div><div>Thee, a sign of water</div><div>Flowingly permeates me.</div><div>Colourless yet transparent</div><div>Nothing to hide... Water...</div><div>Water I find in you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Quenching my thirst</div><div>I find water in you.</div><div>A drop of you forms myraid ripples</div><div>Abstract ripples...</div><div><br /></div><div>The colour of my life</div><div>Along with water Immemorial </div><div>forming ripples</div><div>It is how my life flows.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Water is all I find in you...</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-34926328209341347732012-01-12T04:21:00.000-08:002012-01-12T04:38:26.025-08:00Sheer Feelings... Minute Feelings...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; font-family: Cambria, serif; line-height: 115%; ">Sheer feelings… Minute feelings…</span></p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><span style="font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px;"><u><br /></u></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jkK7T7IyDrs/Tw7SvBrL8KI/AAAAAAAAANw/MNMNnbjELaQ/s400/jeetn8367.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696722284015513762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jkK7T7IyDrs/Tw7SvBrL8KI/AAAAAAAAANw/MNMNnbjELaQ/s1600/jeetn8367.jpg" style="text-align: left; "></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Cambria","serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Cambria","serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Silent talks is there in the lips</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; ">Whilst not been provoked</span></p></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Cambria","serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Only takes a glimpse from the eyes<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: 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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Cambria","serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Its sheer feelings… minute feelings<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Cambria","serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Like fragrance it is,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Cambria","serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Hovering in the winds<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Cambria","serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Cologne which is dumb stricken<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Cambria","serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Even you know the address of it<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Cambria","serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">And the information, so do I<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Cambria","serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Thou cannot be veiled from the world<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Cambria","serif";mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Don’t know… What furtive is it…</span></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-27919415881153428402011-06-25T06:17:00.000-07:002011-06-25T06:26:29.437-07:00Here comes the Rain.<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:relyonvml/> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves/> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:donotpromoteqf/> <w:lidthemeother>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:lidthemeasian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:lidthemecomplexscript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> 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lang="EN-IN"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">Weeding season has begun,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">For the meadows to lie upon.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">Wild cherries bloom with rustic fun</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN"> At daylight the beauty gets brightened by the Sun.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" 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enigmatic it seems.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">To the south lies Tendong and Samdruptse’s nest</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">And deep within a ray of Hope gleams.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">Hope, a melancholic hope of the South.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">The path leading northwards rustle</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">Veil covers the beauty 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style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">Giving might to Teesta, Rangit.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">Sweeping away the Rustic rustle,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">Quenching the thirst of every life.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">Rain... Ablaze rain,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN"> Here it comes</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">Defining pain, hope, expectations...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">Here comes the rain.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">REFERENCE :-</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">1. Bacchus :- The Roman God of Wine.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">2. Nectar :- The wine of the God's.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">3. Shangri-La :- An Imaginary distant beautiful place, where everything is pleasant and you can get everything you want. The Sikkimese Mythology states Holy Mountain Kanchendzonga to have a secret door which takes a person to the Shangrila.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">4. West, holy springs :- Kcheophokri, holy lake.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">5. Shaman :- a person who has special powers to control or influence good and evil spirits, which enables them to discover the cause of Illness, bad luck etc. Shamanism is a form of religion that the Shaman practice and the same sort of animistic practices are carried by Shaman's in Countryside areas of North and West Sikkim oftenly. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">6. Teesta, Rangit :- The Two great rivers of Sikkim.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: black;" lang="EN-IN">7. 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is?</div><div><br /></div><div>- let me -</div><div> </div><div>The time is 2:14 pm , 7th May 2011. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, right now I am standing with one of my friend Chawkumoo, in the vehicle stand in Gangtok. The vehicles horn, the hodge podge of homo sapiens ... too crowded. The smell of Public Toilet and besides was a strange,conventional smell coming from one of the open Canteen of the Taxi stand. We saw a group of people sitting on a half erected concrete wall, everyone's face is filled with delight, hunger and greed. There he is ... "Bhaiyaa", busy making Sikkimese traditional food known as "Sya - Faley". The people's queue some are raising their hands... they have been waiting, they have the Money the mouth tends to be watery.</div><div><br /></div><div>He puts Falley into the Hot Oil, cooks for about 5-10 minutes and the hot "Faley"is seen chewed by the mouth of the Hungry Jacks. They chew ... it's hot, it's damn tasty, the chilli pickle gives much more taste to the mouth watery "Sya - Faley". They eat, still they are eating. One goes the other person is grabbed upon by the aura of the mysterious place. The nearby areas has good hotels but still Bhaiya's Open shop attracts more people rather than the attractive hotels and shops.</div><div><br /></div><div>What attracts the people, the people are attracted to an Open shop, Unhygenic Shop knowingly. Strange... The Aura !</div><div><br /></div><div>Reference :-</div><div>1. Sya - Meat<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>, Faley - Dough which is made to cover the inner ingredients.</div><div>2. Bhaiya - Brother in Hindi.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-46157050732547411872011-01-15T03:06:00.000-08:002011-01-15T03:30:40.144-08:00CRITICAL EVALUATION OF "2 STATES" WRITTEN by CHETAN BHAGAT.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OK4pAateqw/TTGEyYiaHeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/u7ZHy5tA8_o/s1600/chetan_bhagat_151110.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4OK4pAateqw/TTGEyYiaHeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/u7ZHy5tA8_o/s400/chetan_bhagat_151110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562373015894367714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OK4pAateqw/TTGEjDgsJ0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/y77VauAHDeU/s1600/2States.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OK4pAateqw/TTGEjDgsJ0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/y77VauAHDeU/s400/2States.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562372752551978818" /></a><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /> 2 STATES" - CHETAN BHAGAT<br /><br />The Novel "2 States", written by Chetan Bhagat is a Novel which deals with Modern aesthetic problems faced by the people especially the youths of this present society. The Novel displays an Autobiographical element for it shows the flashback moments of the author and his Marriage. Bhagat's writing style tends to be simple. The story in "2 states" has been dealt in a kind of Act I, II, III, IV, V way. We find Tongue Cheek humor and reality in his work. Basically, in "2 States" he has tried to show the Indian Society bounded by certain Culture and Tradition, it is about how Love marriages work in India and is again typical in the first person narration.<br /><br />The story is about Krish and Ananya who hails from different states of India who are deeply in Love and wants to get married against their parent's wish. The name "2 States" and the Map in the cover page only tells the story of a boy who hails from Punjab and the girl Ananya, who hails from Chennai. The whole story is based upon the struggle done by both of them (Krish and Ananya) to convince their parents for Marriage. The story becomes more exciting with the usage of "Bhagatlogia". The whole plot is loosely based on the life story of Chetan Bhagat and his wife Anusha who are from Delhi and Tamil Nadu respectively.<br /><br />So, Lastly the novel "2 States" is highly appealing and tells the originality of the Indian society and it's culture and tradition which is far more different than the Western lifestyle and the Marriage system. Bhagat's writing is basically known as "Pulp Fiction" and finally there are many youngster writer following his footsteps.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-20204738523212841042010-11-16T15:33:00.000-08:002010-11-23T03:09:19.328-08:00BROADER IDENTITY...!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OK4pAateqw/TOMnJzQ47XI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VbJd5HbDlCQ/s1600/distributed_identity.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OK4pAateqw/TOMnJzQ47XI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VbJd5HbDlCQ/s400/distributed_identity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540315015929195890" /></a><br />BROADER IDENTITY<br /><br /><br />Identity, today has become a hot topic in the society. Each and every people wants to know their identity, a quest for Identity is an illusion still people of different caste or religion wants to have their own individual Identity. A quest for Individual or narrower Identity will lead to disintegration of the social and ethical values that has structured our society from it's primitive ages and in the certain course, quest for Broader Identity i.e. "WE" gets lagged behind, when "WE" lags behind Unity among diversed caste and religion starts to find it's place in the Backyards of the society and the only thing that we see is Disintegration.<br /><br />The society is a place which gives birth to newer Literati's and future aspirants. So how can a society sharpen the future aspirants when the society itself lays emphasis in the quest for absurd Identity. The absurd narrower Identity which has no Plural importance, Absurd narrower Identity which disintegrates our society tied with the knots of Brotherhood... "QUEST FOR NARROWER IDENTITY IS AN ILLUSION". Let me take you to my society, the society which has endowed in me everything that I do presently possess. We have diversed people following different religion, wherein the people or an individual of different caste lays emphasis upon the development of their own community i.e. "I" community and in the course they forget about "WE" community. The Limboo community wants their own Development, the Bhuita Community wants their Community to supersed other community, the Lepcha community also lays emphasis upon "I" development, the Tamang Community has ego problems and wants to grow higher than the other community... How much high does the Tamang community wants to grow, that is still a mystery Chettri, Magar, Rai, Gurung, Newar community etc. Everyone has joined the race, A race for individual or "I" glory. Moreover it's a quest for narrower Identity which is nodoubt an Illusion. I have never confronted a community that lays emphasis on Broader Identity or "WE" Identity but sooner or later I hope I will confront...!<br /><br />Before I was given a name and the caste which was later added I was a simple human being and it was the society which made me what I am today. I want people to understand the Identity matter in a broader way, I want you to understand that "I"(micro) falls in "WE"(macro)category or you can understand by saying, I am a small unit of my society. So,lastly let us understand the true value of Identity for the wealth to creation lies in "Broader Identity".Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-55281679386641218462010-11-01T06:01:00.002-07:002010-11-23T05:57:50.537-08:00SOMEWHERE IN THE WOODS..............Dedicated to the flora and fauna of Sikkim, especially North Sikkim.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OK4pAateqw/TM6-kHJ4U3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/-zwExwF059o/s1600/autumn-woods.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OK4pAateqw/TM6-kHJ4U3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/-zwExwF059o/s400/autumn-woods.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534570519689974642" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />SOMEWHERE IN THE WOODS...<br /><br />As I see the world pass by,<br />I still wonder all alone.<br />Surrounded by faces all around,<br />Yet, aloof I am.<br />The reminiscence haunts me,<br />For my past is stucked,<br />Somewhere in the woods.<br />The woods, beautiful woods,<br />Beautiful than the costly life...!<br /><br /><br />I did roam all alone,<br />Yet, never felt alone.<br />The trees, the creepers, the bushes,<br />accompanied me.<br />The chirping of the birds<br />And the murmuring of the cataract...<br />captured my senses.<br />Alas! I was lost,<br />Somewhere in the woods.<br />The woods, beautiful woods,<br />Beautiful than the seductive rose and it's life...!<br /><br /><br />Somewhere in the woods,<br />I left myself.<br />Somewhere in the woods,<br />I lost myself.<br />Somewhere in the woods...<br />It's pervasive.<br /><br /><br />The Zeast - By seeing the raw and aesthetic beauty of my state Sikkim, especially North Sikkim. My mind and the senses got captured by it's primitive beauty and I was lost, for the sound of the cataracts, the chirping of the birds and the raw flora totally dominated and made my heart go completely blind... I owe a deep respect to our natural resources but presently the aesthetic beauty is on the lap of extinction. Though there is Subjectivity in the poem but there is more detached or objective feeling which speaks mainly about the Beauty of North Sikkim which is getting demolished by the on going Hydel-power project...!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14638862037142613085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412351280876081698.post-58139630596696240642010-10-26T06:37:00.000-07:002012-12-14T00:35:24.321-08:00DREAM ON............<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">DREAM ON</span></b></i><br />
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People say I dream a lot.<br />
But by dreaming,<br />
I don't mean to say I am a dreamer.<br />
People say life is beautiful<br />
Yet, hardship supersedes.<br />
I work, I pray, I live,<br />
Yet, I die everyday.<br />
Though life is realistic,<br />
But at the end<br />
Everything is a dream.<br />
Today you are born,<br />
Tomorrow you are dead.<br />
Life has completed several stages.<br />
Stages of absurd reality<br />
Devoid of peace.<br />
And I dream on,<br />
But by dreaming,<br />
I don,t mean to say I am a dreamer.<br />
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The dream accompanied me to "Eden",<br />
The garden of Utopia.<br />
To the Alps and lonely island.<br />
And by the lagoon,<br />
I flew on and on.<br />
Slowly I did flow above the clouds,<br />
Brighter was the sky<br />
Gentler was the sun.<br />
And down the valleys,<br />
Beneath the murmuring cataract<br />
Through the bluest stream.<br />
I saw a reflection,<br />
In reflection I found myself,<br />
I found reality in my dreams.<br />
And yet devoid of peace,<br />
I still dream on.<br />
But by dreaming,<br />
I don't mean to say I am just a dreamer.............!!!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u>Reference :</u></span> </span></b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">"</span>People say I dream a lot.</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b>But by dreaming,</b></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b>I don't mean to say I am a dreamer". - John Lennon.</b></i></span></div>
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