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Share Haiti!

Oh, stranger!
you gotta believe me!
you see,
those hills were our neighbors,
and those rocks trees birds were friends.
flowers bloomed everyday.
and they spoke to us.
And We saw smile.
The long lane and
The street as beautiful as our sunrise
and that night,
we together slept with the dream,
for new hope, for new tomorrow,
for to change the next dawn,
we hugged mama
and she hugged us,
Mama dreamed us
We dreamed mama,
We smiled,
Mama smiled,
but we didn’t felt that daemon,
staring at us from the horizon,
until all it turned our street in ashes,
broke apart our hearts,
and We saw far in to sky,
the night moon kept staring,
We cried,
And it stare into our eyes,
The morning sun raised,
We cried,
And It stare into our eyes,
didn’t speak, so cruel,
set like other day.
We saw  birds stopped chirping, flying
they seems left us behind very far!
the park is empty like a desert!
The friends tree hills sky fall apart,
and all the day,
we cried in sorrow
we cried for help
oh stranger!
did mama tell you to share
the pain we suffered,
did she tell you,
share for a smile,
share for a help,
share our sorrow,
share your hands!
share what sun moon can’t.
share what birds, hill and street can’t
Did she tell you, Share!

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Almost Idle

Its been a hectic month I didn’t draw back to blogs, almost idle.  My parent here for South India trip, about to ends at Kerala. I can’t wait to see them back with great smile.  For two days, I was in Tirupati and Puttaparthit,  the place has its meaning. I came back, leaving them behind.  Perhaps I should have been there almost turning my work idle.

Time for Faith on God! Happy New Year!

Last year we started with Israeli disproportional attack against Palestine people but it didn’t stop there, it went on with different form and name , many more crime against humanity continue, on name of terror, that has its purpose,  We saw with a little flash headline every week , but gave a little heed as usual also added a sigh with sorrow, and even nod the big boss who had license to kill anyone.

Before Yule started, a student faced jail for his hate email against erstwhile President, who not only destroyed the delicate balance of trust and faith with Middle east clans but also shattered the faith of Young people in Asia. We learned lesson; there are telescreens, everywhere around us, watching hearing us. Big boss spare no one.

Before Yule started, The mother earth learned a lesson When she was yearning for change. The pursuit for mankind economic growth, self-interest  leading to face breakage in the delicate ecosystem. All big boss paid was staggering amount to turn every carbon inflicted lad silent.  The lesson; We cannot change the big boss, They can change us, They can change our thought.

Every day we  kill our own brothers, turns  nuclear war head towards  erstwhile friends  Every Year, We pay unimaginable price for nuclear arsenals and shows empty hand to poor people dying in starvation. Dying off curable diseases. The lesson; We never realized what history told us, we repeat the history.

The traces of  every shameful years are in some way out same. I will find no differences. The lust for weapons, power and money has lead us to such level sometime I refuse myself  as human being.

You cannot divide time but you of course remember the moment of time. The time when something went terribly right. And the time taught us keep faith on God, keep faith on hope, hope for  new world, and  the time for the world that change us forever.

Happy New Year!

Happy Dashain

My tumultuous fledgling republic country is in festive mood. Everyone in Plain, Hill and Mountain region are happy & excited. No matter poor, rich, cast, creeds; Dashain brings new joys and energy. Million of Nepalese outside country may miss this moment, job seeker heading back overseas amids Dashain may feel bitter about the moment but Dashain will go on with one spirit, the spirit of hope, the spirit of new beginning, the spirit of peace, the spirit of unity, the spirit of prosperity, spirit of building new nation.

I wish wonderful happy healthy prosperous Dashain everyone.

For God Sake, unite!

For this day, Stop psycho Swiss dreams and act at least the way your bulging belly came back from London which can offer you much calorie to embark some relief plan for your territory where you launched your war against state and killed thousands of thousands people. All the saint, turn suckers; All guerrilla turns horse; All zero turned hero; All dump turned master of witty impromptu, All Nepalese turns Non-Nepalese, All those ethnic leader turning Federals lord, Now just for your god sake STOP  TALKING ,  STOP your tomfoolery.

At least at this hour on the name of humanity, Unite with us, at least shoulder to shoulder,  give a little push to stop the diarrhea, cholera  epidemic ravaging  hundreds of hundreds poor villagers life in far-far western Nepal. We for sure can make difference. For every sake, lets not wait someone to drop the relief packages from 20k feet, printed in those little white  stars.

The Day The Music Died

My uncle’s glossy drawer of audio cassettes  conjuring up the memories of  several classics  music which he decorated  so cleanly so exotically.  The multi-stack cassette was gracefully displaying his proud collection of  several genre albums. And every time I played something out of the heap,  always sounds like those old songs, just meant to make you lullaby. And, When it comes about those tune & move of disco were so old to me.  I always told myself that Saturday Night Fever song is not for you .  I was too young  to enjoy it..,and I was too old to mimick 70’s disco era outfitting. In mid 80’s,  I saw My Honk Kong uncle who was just back for vacation has imitated Barry Gibb. I still hate that dress.

That  was the time  when ipod called  walkman, only a TV channel  in blur frames,   Despite all, we enjoyed was Radio and those little Sony audio cassette player.  I remember, One fine evening, my brother bought it and played in a loud speaker, for the first time I heard the very first track of MJ Thrillers with my music aficionado Uncle. We Played it again & again & again. The height of the voice   was suggesting the pitch of the singer’s fervor, it was guttural and demanding .When we saw the footage in rented-video, we realized  every line of his songs  was rooted in his feet and hips and hands. It was one stop show for us.

We played & danced with it every  Dashain, Tihar and every other festival. The best dancer in my place even copied the not-so-moonwalk and some of the trademark hypnotic moves including  signature crotch grabbing :)

All 80’s to  mid 90’s ,MJ sent irresistible jitters in our heart & minds.   His experiment with various themes and genres ballads to techno-edged new jack swing to work that incorporates both funk, disco-pop, soul, soft rock, jazz and pop ballads shift the music into new paradigm. The pop-culture emerge and left the unforgettable moments.  The moment when We forgot Eagles, Elvis or the Beatles. He had his powerful vocal  for every cause. All he was just convergence of talent, songs that finds universal acclaim. .

I hardly remember, When he showed up such a strange physical  transformation that made him more eccentric and secluded? Was it By early 90’s, Nobody wants to remember it. But It became so  evident when he started revealing his eerie stasis. May be it was vitiligo which he thought a serious threat for his career and came up with radical way out, But afterwards the life never became same again,  Neverland Ranch opulent life style,   the radical facial change, molestation charges, alleged lewd behavior,  massive debt, the bankruptcy, drugs addiction,  and heart-wrenching downfall. All seems a tragic story of a man-child who always love children but the world saw it pretty differently.

In late 90’s, I was last  to hear Don McLean  ”American Pie” dedicated for  Buddy Holl, Ritchie Valens and J.P,  for me, it was just not the music and lyrics it means me  how you missed your favorite icon when they managed to influence you at one  time of your life. The music when you hear will take back to your heydays and replay the footage back from your archive  like it just happens few minutes back

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