प्रश्न के? प्रश्न किन?

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(In Nepalese Language)

प्रश्न छन्, प्रशस्तै छन्, तर अन्योल पनि उत्तिकै छ – प्रश्नको प्रस्तुती कसरी गर्ने, के भनेर गर्ने, कुन सम्बोधनमा गर्ने।

विभिन्न शास्त्रका ज्ञांता त छ्यापछ्यापती छन्, प्रश्न झरिसक्नु अगावै जवाफका ताँती लाग्दछन, तर उत्तरको खडेरी नै छ। 

धेरै जवाफले पनि प्रश्नको उत्तर दिएन, प्रश्नको सम्बोधन नै भएन, प्रश्न यथास्थिती मा नै रह्यो, उत्तर साह्रै विरानो भयो। 

शास्त्रका गुरुहरुले आ-आफ्नै मनगढन्ते बुझाईका प्रश्नका उत्तर आफ्नै निम्ति मात्रै दिए, जिज्ञासुको प्रश्नको वास्तै रहेन। 

आ-आफ्नै जानकारीको कित्तामा रजाईं गर्दै शिक्षा दिने गुरुहरु त धेरै रहेछन, जिज्ञासुको प्रश्न सुनिदिने संकाय नै भेटिएन। 

जीवन कि जुनी? के? कसरी? कसले? (के ले?) किन? कसलाई? (के लाई?) कहाँबाट? के बाट? पहिले के? पछी के?  

प्रश्न कती कती, चित्तमा खती, अन्योलको ढेरमा द्रूत प्रगती, जिज्ञासुको मती गुरु खोज्न प्रती, गुरुको रोजाई सजीलो संगती।

घोत्लिएर विचारकले माथी तल हेरेछ, भित्र बाहिर, वरीपरी गहिरो विचार गरेछ, निष्पक्ष भई सोच्दैजाँदा धमिलोमा सोचेछ,

– ज्यामितीय आकाश, जीवनदायी पृथ्वी, स्थापित गर्ने योजना र सदा परिचालित राख्ने प्रक्रिया,कसैले कि केहिले गरेकैछ।

विचारकको जिज्ञासाको भतभती केही मन्थर पारेको यो सोचमा, उसले त्यो कोही कि केही लाई नामाकरण गर्न खोजेछ,

उसको यो सोचलाई नाम दिन उसैको मुखको स्वर चाहियो, अनि बोल्यो – यी मेरो स्वर – ईश्वर, विचारकको सृजना शब्द। 

सारा सृष्टिका कर्ताले विचारशील मानिसको सृष्टि गरे, त्यही विचारगुण प्रयोग गरी उनलाई चिन्नलाई आ-आफ्नै नाम दिए,

समयानुकुल, आवश्यकता अनुसार, अवस्था मुताविक, बुझाई बमोजिम, आफ्नै परिवेसमा कर्तालाई कृतिले धेरै नाम दिए। 

नाम मात्रै होइन, रुप, रङ्ग, आकार, प्रकार, पनि दिए; स्थान, परिधी, परिवेष, परिवार दिए; क्रोध, कृपाको भाव पोतिदिए,

कायरले भयङ्करको डरले भक्ति गरे, लालचीले दाताको भजनले चाप्लुसी भरे,नर र नारी, पिता र माता,अनेकन नाम दिए।  

विभिन्न ठाम, थरीथरी नाम, वैचारिक एकतामा फाटोको भयो काम; सारा सृष्टि जुटाउने कर्ताको नामाकरण कै कारण 

अदृश्य ईश्वरले जोडेको समाजमा धाँदो बन्यो, म र तँ को कित्ता छुट्टियो,नाम रचना नै बन्यो सामुहिक विभाजनको कारक।

प्राचिन प्रश्न जस्ताको तेस्तै छ, जहाँको तहीँ छ:

जीवन कि जुनी? के? कसरी? कसले? (के ले?) किन? कसलाई? (के लाई?) कहाँबाट? के बाट? पहिले के? पछी के?  

प्रश्न कती कती, चित्तमा खती, अन्योलको ढेरमा द्रूत प्रगती, जिज्ञासुको मती गुरु खोज्न प्रती, गुरुको रोजाई सजीलो संगती।

उत्तर खोज्ने विचारक ईश्वर नाममा रमाउन खोज्दै थियो तर तिनैलाई अनेक रुप-गुणमा बाँडेर समाज विभाजित भयो।

हरेक विभाजित समूहले आ-आफ्नो विशिष्टताको परिधी तोके, जुटाउने ईश्वरको मनगढन्ते नाममा फुटाउने गुट बन्यो,

हरेक गुटले आफ्नो निम्ति चुनिन्दा नाम राखे – फलानो धर्म, ढिस्कानो धर्म; संस्कारी शब्द “धर्म” को बदनाम भयो। 

धर्मको नाममा अधर्म, बिधर्म, कुधर्म, निधर्म, हलक्क मौलायो; बबुरो “धर्म” शब्दको मौलिक अर्थ नै विलीन भयो।

थरीथरीका विचारमा उभिएका धर्ममा ईश्वर त नारामा मात्र सीमित राखियो, सृष्टि-सर्जकलाई नै सृजितले स्थापना गर्यो,

जोरजाम गर्ने ईश्वरको वास्ता रहेन, गौण राखियो; विभाजन ल्याउने स्वार्थी धर्महरु हाबी भए, बलिया भए, धर्मले राज गर्यो।

ईश्वरको विचार बिलायो, धर्मको प्रचार फष्टायो, प्रचारमा बल आयो, व्यापार छिर्यो, छल घुस्यो, प्रहार भो; धर्मले युद्ध गर्यो।

उदार ईश्वरको नाम भजाएर अनुदार धर्मानुधारीहरुले निती-नियम बनाए, तीललाई ताल बनाई शास्त्रको ठेली बनाए,

धर्मको राज हुने पीठमा पीठाधीश बनाइए, निती-नियम पालन गराउने न्यायाधीश र शास्त्रको ठेली खोल्ने शास्त्री बनाए।

यसैले कालान्तरमा, धर्म-समुदायमा शक्ति संचय बढदै जाँदा, सत्य पन्छाइयो, शक्ति समाइयो, ईश्वर हराए, धर्म फहराए,

मानिसले ईश्वरको भ्रममा धर्मको झण्डा उचाले, धर्ममा नै आस्था राखे, स्वधर्मको अहंकारमा अधर्मको भारी मुन्तिर हराए। 

अझै पनि प्राचिन प्रश्न जस्ताको तेस्तै छ, जहाँको तहीँ छ:

जीवन कि जुनी? के? कसरी? कसले? (के ले?) किन? कसलाई? (के लाई?) कहाँबाट? के बाट? पहिले के? पछी के?  

प्रश्न कती कती, चित्तमा खती, अन्योलको ढेरमा द्रूत प्रगती, जिज्ञासुको मती गुरु खोज्न प्रती, गुरुको रोजाई सजीलो संगती।

THE DATE DAY

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There is a subtle commotion in the air, noticed without any notification, that this is the Date day – February 14th. I wonder, rather am at a loss, as to how should I respond to such a situation. 

I notice people make special efforts this day to express their emotional pampering towards their dates. Their togetherness and care are spread out and advertised everywhere in social media. I wishfully hope that they speak out the same level of love and longings to their dates as lavishly communicated publicly in the social media.

Going with the trend of time, I also would like to think this day as the date day. But I find something missing as in a jig-saw puzzle. How can this one particular day in the calendar be justifiably considered as the date day? Does it not imply that the other days are inferior in relation to the various fancy expressions made concerning one’s date? To me it sounds very insulting and demeaning to tell my Date that she is particularly special one day and not so special the rest of the days. 

A New Beginning

For me I find it more logical and truthful to consider that in this year #2K20, all 366 days in the calendar are my Date days. Ever since the day we saw each other with that never-to-be-forgotten boldness, and our sights pierced through each other’s physical bodies, so lavishly painted with bright and bubbling youthfulness, to see the hitherto never seen shy blush automatically gush out, something inside us strongly ordered both of us that this was the day we would never ever forget. We were immersed in a novel, never encountered feeling bursting out from somewhere deep within us. Realization of it was secondary, but the primary was the truth that this was the day we dashed into our permanent Dates. Those few seconds of sight and feelings have been more vivid with every passing day ever since. We found our Dates much before there were proposing, permission, consent, preparations and the magic promise “I do”. And both of us have been doing with increasing understanding of what we had then promised to do.

I do agree that a day of reminder is good but only for those who keep on forgetting their Dates. For our 35 years of coexistence and 35+7 years of dating, we have not needed to be reminded as to who our date is. I have not needed to butcher a red rose to tell my Date that she still remains my Date. I find it disrespectful to my Date to pluck the red rose ruthlessly from the garden, which she has been taking care of for so long to bring it to this embodiment of beauty and graceful softness. I would rather let it live its full live time of bloom and beauty, thereby rewarding my Date with the pleasure of achievement and creativity, which she can be proud of. I see cruelty in plucking out so many beautiful roses, only to litter them on the roads the next day and to clog the municipal drainage systems. Why does it not dawn on the people that the fate of the symbol of their love is warning them loudly to realize their insensitivity and start loving their dates in its true sense?

Exuberant Life

Happy Date Day And The Daily Reminders Of The Day.  

His own forever collapse

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“a knowledge that he’d be a lot better without” – a dangerous knowledge sprouting.
Prescribing Levera medication my doctor warned that I should stay clear of any such thought. Well they are nowhere near me.

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TRUTHFULNESS

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CALL A SPADE A SPADE

Every human being follows a value system which is a combined set of innumerable beliefs, experiences, acquired knowledge, likes-dislikes, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. We start identifying ourselves in these set of values and the society we live in also recognizes with these set. Though this particular value system becomes our identifying outlook, it is prone to change. With changes and fine-tunings in the identifying set of values, our identifying attributes also adapt some movements. That is why when we meet a friend or relative after a long gap of time, we find changes in their behaviour or even in their habits.

Having said so, I very well realize and recognize that I am fully inside this dynamic value system. The surrounding I live in identifies me by the past and present attributes of my personality, habits, emotions, styles of doing things, expressions, and such other things. Among these many attributes, here I am burdened to dwell on the value people give on the truthfulness in their daily practical life. We also know it as integrity, which any civil society undoubtedly recognizes as a positive character trait of any person. Absence of it is not taken well in society and is considered bad with which one wants to stay clear of.

Though all of us know that, by nature, we are at peace only when we are truthful to ourselves first, then in dealing with others in the society, its presence and practice around us is clearly seen to be in a receding mode. We see this pitiable trend percolated through all strata of our political, social, professional, moral and family lives. Largely in political and professional areas, we find people taking pride in circumventing the truth of any matter in such a clever way that their action looks well within the jurisdiction of established and accepted truth. We witness this melodrama enacted in courtrooms more than frequently. The renowned political player Winston Churchill wanted the world to accept that truthfulness is not necessary in politics by declaring that “politics is a dirty game”. As he had been a strongman of the world power during the second World War, everybody swallowed his thoughts without making use of their conscience. If we care to listen to our inner voice and consider the social and ethical conscience nature has bestowed to each one of us by default, this declaration is not true in its core. Politics by its original definition is neither dirty nor a game. But being blinded by the arrogance of power, the dirty dacoit politicians have turned it into a trapping and hunting game. As power is addictive, once in power, they make use of all their authority to accumulate more power, so that they can be so dirty strong in their position that no one can replace them. The very politicians have distorted the meaning of politics and the lazy populace of the society have gullibly accepted the wrong connotation without making any effort to verify it. There are many such absurd adages which warrant unbiased analyses and justifiable refutation. But because somebody of some repute said so, a majority of the people in our society has quietly accepted these as sacrosanct truths. One very popular one among such is “everything is fair in love and war”. Really? Why should unfair thing also be considered fair in any situation? Fair and unfair is always so, whatever the prevailing surrounding. In case of an emergency situation, the society might require to bear with some unfair dealings. But that dealing still remains unfair, it does not become fair. Only that the social minded people extend their acceptance and cooperation in that unfair dealing willingly as a service to other members of the society.    

TBC

About Me

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I am identified by the name Keshav, familiar to me

Not sure how appropriately this name describes me.

There are many people with this name in our society 

But except for the same sounding name, there is no resemblance in them.

A name most probably spouted by a respectable senior in the family

Or ordered by a holy looking religious leader at the time of my naming day.

I don’t think my parents had any say in assigning that name to me.

When they had no say on choosing their spouse

How would they even imagine self-naming their first child.

Well, that was more than six decades ago.

At this time of associating with WordPress

I am in the pampering care of my beautiful wife, energizing me for 35 years now 

And blessed with two firmly standing sons providing strength & satisfaction to us.

I have been a student of Management Planning – emphasis Planning

Still exploring, imploring, and accumulating the vastness of Planning before Executing.

Ever trying to share my learning of the subject with whoever is interested 

So that my lesson and skill are proved and firmly established for further sharing.

I value friendship, fellowship and sharing of knowledge and things.

I love everybody, many times unable to express it due to odd situations

Or due my timidity – but I do love everybody – saint or rogue no matter.

I like to fellowship with like-minded people, sharing broadly similar value & virtue

So that, after any meeting, we depart in pleasant note, 

Always desiring to meet again soon.

And am desirous of sharing my accumulated knowledge and things, whatever small

With those around my reach, who have expressly less than what I have.

I value people over possessions, property, prestige or power

I enjoy loving people and using things, prefer friendship to firstship.

Though always hopeful, am sometimes sad to see the society

Especially the business and world, taking the reverse route,

They are seen loving things and using people

Always competing to be first by pushing their own friends down.

Hypocritically grinning faces pronounce ”Serving You”, “After You” & “Best Wishes to You”

But in prevalent practice “Fleecing You”,  “I First You Lost” & “Best to Me, Worst to you” 

Striving to share my musings with interested folks

Who would try to extract some meaning in them

And share their feedback – preferably critical ones

Pointing out my weaknesses and blind spots

So that with gratitude I can humbly learn from them.

Please accept my open invitation to all like minded folks

To stroll together sharing small things with each other

For the larger benefit to the society, before we vanish in the eternity.