Far Different

 I prefer tea over coffee
 I prefer books over movies
 I prefer smiles over makeups
 I prefer converse over scandal
 I prefer old songs over new one 
 I prefer to be alone rather than be with the stupid groups
 I like to share my silence with the beautiful stars
 Yeah, call me old fashion or call me what you want
 I am not what you supposed but far different  
 Yes, far different...

I AM

I am a woman and I am a man

I am a daughter and I am a son

I am the winner and I am the loser

I am the best and I am the worst

I am the happiest and I am the saddest

I am the good and I am the bad

I am the strong and I am the weak

I am the sun and I am the moon

I am the hope and I am the dream

I am the friend and I am the enemy

I am the blank note and I am the full ink pen

I am the writer and I am the reader of my own stories,

Of my own thoughts, of my own dreams.

Good Touch And Bad Touch

“Childhood” the first stage of life. The memories of childhood have their own place in any individual’s heart. Childhood is that golden period of life which files away without giving any notice and never comes back. But we should all be aware of an important fact about childhood.

During childhood that children face harassment, they be abused, they be molested and that kind of things were ruining their childhood. The research found that children of the age of 4 to 8 are facing more harassment. They were harassed by their family, friends, teachers, neighbors etc. In our country Nepal most of children are facing harassment and sex abuse. Because of the lack education most of parents don’t teach their children about the good and bad touching. They are uncomfortable to teach and talk about harassment, sex abuse etc. and feel unable to handle the questions that will be asked by kids or they will ignore the questions.  To stop child harassment we need to teach them about the good and bad touching.  Any parents and teacher can do this.

 We have parts of our bodies which are good to touch, some which are okay to touch, and others which are bad to touch. Children do not always recognize good and bad touching. There are three areas of body that are “No Touch Areas.”

1.    Chest/ breast

2.    Bottom/ bums

3.    Between legs

we must tell our kids that nobody is allow to touch them in these three areas. We can teach them by showing pictures, documentaries, and movies against harassment. TEACH THEM AND SAVE THEIR CHILDHOOD!!!

THANK YOU !

Long Silent Road

                                 

Here is a long silent road

It seems narrow and the trees are taller

It doesn't talk anything 

but it feels everything 

It's a long silent road

Most of time it is lonely but yet useful

that teaches me that I'm useful too.

It never complains, It's beautiful way it is

It is a long silent road

It is a my silent road

It is a long silent road

  

त्यो रात

भर्खरै घरमा टिभी आएको थियो l  जब पनि म संग खाली समय हुन्थियो, म टिभी अन गरिहाल्थे अनि त्यसमै  भुल्थे l त्यो दिन म घरमा एक्लै भएकाले छिट्टै साझाको खानपिन सकाएर म टिभी हेर्नमा ब्यस्त भए l त्यसैबीच, खै कसरि मेरो आखा भित्तामा झुन्डायिएको घडीमा पुग्यो? ११ बजी सकेको रहेछ l ओहो ! यो नेपालगन्ज जस्तो ठाउमा त्यो पनि म एक्लै यति अबेर सम्म के टिभी हेरिरा   होला? आहिले कोहि चोर आयो भने? कसैले मलाई केहि गरिहाल्यो भने के होला? मनमा विभिन्न नकारात्मक प्रश्न उठ्न थाले, म झसङ्ग भए l   अह हुदैन यसरि अब त सुत्नु पर्छ, टिभी अफ गरे अनि बत्ति बन्द नगरी म बिस्तारमा गए l फेरी मनमा प्रश्न आयो, यो बत्तिको प्रकाश देखेर कोहि आयो भने? भो बत्ति पनि बन्द गर्छु, उठेर बत्ति बन्द गरे अनि निदाउने प्रयास गर्न थाले l खै के भयो त्यो रात पटक्कै निद्रा लागेन l बाहिर रिक्सावालाहरु कराइरहेको आवाज आइरहेको थियो सायद समान ओसार पोसार गर्दै थिए होला l येसो के आखा लाग्न थाल्या थियो कसैले मेरो कोठाको ढोका जोड संग हानेको आवाज आयो l लौ! सच्चै  कोहि आयो, अब के गर्ने? म एक्दमै डराए, अनि आखा बेसरी चिम्म गरेर डरलाई नियन्त्रण गर्ने प्रयास गरे त्येतिमै "कड्याक्क" गर्दै चुक्कुन खुलेको आवाज कानमा पर्यो l जे भए पनि आखा खोल्दिन बरु टिभी लागेपनि लगोस् भन्ने भयो, तर कोहि मान्छे मेरो छेउमै आएको आभास गरे l अब त उसले आफ्नो हात मेरो काधमा ल्यायो, मैले सहनै नसकेर बिस्तारै आखा खोले, लामो लामो रहर लाग्दो रातो नङ्पालिस लगाएको सेतो असाधै राम्रो हात मेरो काधमा देखे फेरी उसले आफ्नो गाला मेरो गाला संग जोड्न थाली "आम्मा! कस्तो दारी भएको गाला ठ्याक्कै केटा मान्छेको जस्तै" फेरी केटिको जस्तो हात  छ l    अह यो त कोहि मान्छे हुन सक्दैन भन्ने ख्याल मनमा आयो, अनि  भगवानको नाम जप्न थाले हनुमान चालिस पनि आउदैन थियो मलाई l जय गुणेश, जय भगवती, जय हनुमान भन्न थाले अह केहि असर परेन “जय पशुपतिनाथ” मात्र के भनेकी थिए उसले आफ्नो हात मेरो काध बाट झ्वाट्ट झिक्यो अनि गालामा बेस्सरी दारी दल्देर च्वाट्ट छुटायो, सबै कुरा अचम्मले गायब भयो; तर मेरो गाला भने रन्कि रहेको थियो l मुटु बेस्सरी बाहिरनै सुनिने जस्तरी ढुक ढुक गरिरहेको थियो, लग लग कापीरहेकी पनि थिए अनि ज्वोरो पनि आउला जस्तो गर्यो, तैपनि आफुलाई सम्हाल्दै आखा चिम्म गरेर फेरी निदाउने प्रयास गरे l खै कतिबेला निदाएछु पत्तै भएन l 

अनि दिदि भोलिपल्ट बिहान के भयो त ? मैले सोधे

के हुनु नि, ढोकाको चुकुन्न लागेको नै थियो येसो  एेना हेरेको गाला त रातै भा रैछ

अनि कसैलाई भन्नु भएन ?

भने नी, छिमेकि दिदि लाई त्येसपछि बल्ल थाहा भयो त्यो हाम्ले किन्या घरमा १ वर्ष पहिला १७, १८ वर्ष कि एउटी केटीले झुण्डीएर आत्महत्या गरेकी रहिछ l 

दिदि हेर्नु त आहिले पनि ११ बजी सकेछ l

केहि हुन्न नडरा, केहि भए पनि "जय पशुपतिनाथ" भनौला l अब त मैले हनुमान चालिस पनि कण्ठ परिसकेकी छुl  हाहाहा

My Mother

 Mother is a symbol of love and care. she is my fist teacher, friend and my inspiration. She is most beautiful, strong, loving, caring and wonderful person. I always wonder how she manages everything perfectly, and is surprised because of her kind nature. sometimes I fight with her, shout at her, but at the end of the day she makes me realise my mistakes without hurting me. she solves every problem without getting nervous. when I'm afraid of facing problems, she clams me down and gives strength. she explains things very simply. she knows everything. she teaches me how to live life positively. I thank her for being simple. I love the way she looks, she cooks and what she is.