To see the earth as we now see it, small and blue and beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats is to see ourselves as riders on the earth together, brothers on that bright loveliness in the unending night brothers who see now they are truly brothers.
Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as eternity speech is shallow as Time.
If you would relish food, labor for it before you take it; if you enjoy clothing, pay for it before you wear it; if you would sleep soundly, take a clear conscience to bed with you.
If one man can be allowed to determine for himself what is law, every man can. That means first chaos, then tyranny. Legal process is an essential part of the democratic process.
Give time to your friends, leisure to your wife, relax your mind, give rest to your body, so that you may the better fulfil your accustomed occupation.
That deed which in our guilt we today call weakness, will appear tomorrow as an essential link in the complete chain of man.
Father expected a great deal of God. He did not actually accuse God of inefficiency, but when he prayed his tone was loud and angry, like that of a dissatisfied guest in a carelessly managed hotel.
The most important thing in any relationship is not what you get but what you give…….. In any case, the giving of love is an education in itself.
Humanity cannot go forward, civilizations cannot advance. Except as the philosophy of force is replaced by that of human brotherhood.
Give to us clear vision that we may know where to stand and what to stand for because unless we stand for something, we shall fall for anything.
I do the very best I know how the very best I can; and I mean to keep doing so until the end. If the end brings me out all right, what is said against me won’t amount to any thing. If the end brings me out wrong, ten angels swearing I was right would make no difference.
Architecture has its political use; public buildings being the ornaments of a country; it establishes a Nation, draws People and commerce; makes the People love their native country, which Passion is the original of all great Actions in a Common wealth. Architecture aims at Eternity.
History is the witness of the times, the torch of truth, the life of memory, the teacher of life, the messenger of antiquity.
I am only one
But still I am one.
I cannot do everything,
But still I can do something;
And because I cannot do everything
I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. That is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
Society is a partnership in all science, a partnership in all art, a partnership in every virtue and in all perfection. As the ends of such a partnership cannot be obtained in many generations, it becomes a partnership not only between those who are living, but between those who are living those who are dead and those who are to be born.
The Cutter
A razor
slices through
the thin sheet
and red syrup
begins to flow
down the swivel.
Cut
Cut into your wrist
watch the skin peel back
and the flesh separate
as blood begins to ooze
from the severed vein.
Watch the tension
you release today
become regret
and misery
tomorrow.
Cutter
A young girl
alone
in her room
enjoying the tingling sensation
at her wrist.
Nobody knows.
Cutting
Red droplets ooze
and drip.
Silent Night #1
A man
dressed in black
sits with his head in his hands,
listens to Silent Night playing
on a distant music box
and cries.
Silent Night #2
A coarse and raspy voice
sings Silent Night
one last time.
Everyone has problems
and we see those problems
yet we still tend to trivialize the problems of others
while stressing and worrying over our own
making them all important.
We are filled with conceit
wanting to believe we are important.
The recluse locks himself away,
desiring seclusion; departure from the cares of the world.
Not wishing to socialize with others,
each seeking companionship,
while repeating the same old
political, religious, and trivial discussions
that have been recited countless times before,
each person believing to have insight
that others do not.
The recluse sees this and wants no part in it,
but prefers solitude unpolluted
by trivialities and false wisdom.
Sounds can be pleasant yet
silence is preferable to unpleasant noise.
There are three arts which are concerned with all things, one which uses, another which makes and a third which imitates them.
Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist had actually expressed.
Art, as far as it has the ability, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master, so that art must be, as it were, a descendant of God.
The Fog comes
On little cat feet.
It sits looking
Over the harbor and city
On silent haunches
And then, moves on.
Wisdom is not finally tested in the schools,
Wisdom cannot be passed from one having it to another not having it,
Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is it’s own proof.
Nothing matters more to the future of this Nation than insuring that our young men and women learn to believe in themselves and believe in their dreams, and that they develop this capacity that you develop this capacity, so that you keep it all of your lives.
A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in Color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used.
The most unhappy of all men is the man who cannot tell what he is going to do, who has got no work cut out for him in the world, and does not go into it.
Drive a nail home and clinch it so faithfully that you can wake up in the night and think of your work with satisfaction a work at which you would not be ashamed to invoke the Muse.
Physicists and astronomers see their own implications in the world being round, but to me it means that only one-third of the world is asleep at any given time and the other two thirds is up to something.
The impulse to create beauty is rather rare in literary men. Far ahead of it comes the yearning to make money. And after the yearning to make money comes the yearning to make a noise.
Writing a long and substantial book is like having a friend and companion at your side, to whom you can always turn for comfort and amusement, and whose society becomes more attractive as a new and widening field of interest is lighted in the mind.
It is very natural for young men to be vehement, acrimonious and severe. For as they seldom comprehend at once all the consequences of a position, or perceive the difficulties by which cooler and and more experienced reasoners are restrained from confidence, they form their conclusions with great precipitance. Seeing nothing that can darken or embarrass the question, they expect to find their own opinion universally prevalent and are inclined to impute uncertainty and hesitation to want of honesty, rather than of knowledge.
And for those also, Dear Lord, the humble beasts, who with us bear the burden and heat of the day, and offer their guileless lives for the well being of their country, we supplicate thy great tenderness of heart for thou hast promised to save both man and beast. And great is thy loving kindness, oh master, savior of the world.
The metaphor of the melting pot is unfortunate and misleading. A more accurate analogy would be a salad bowl, for, though the salad is an entity, the lettuce can still be distinguished from the chicory, the tomatoes from the cabbage.
For of all gainful professions, nothing is better, nothing more pleasing, nothing more delightful, nothing better becomes a well bred man than agriculture.
To hold the same views at forty as we held at twenty is to have been stupefied for a score of Years, and take rank, not as a prophet, but as an untouchable brat, well birched and none the wiser.
We are face to face with our destiny and we must meet it with a high and resolute courage. For us is the life of action, of strenuous performance of duty; let us live in the harness, striving mightily; let us rather run the risk of wearing out than rusting out.
With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking his blessings and his help, but knowing that here on earth God’s work must truly be our own.
There is something that is much more scare, something finer far, something rarer than ability. It is the ability to recognize ability.
When a man ask himself what is meant by action he proves that he is not a man of action. Action is a lack of balance. In order to act you must be some what in sane. A reasonably sensible man is satisfied with thinking
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving. To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, but we must sail and not drift nor lie at anchor.
A man who waits to believe in action before acting is anything you like, but he is not a man of action. It is as if a tennis player before returning a ball stopped to think about his views of the physical and mental advantages of tennis. You must act as you breathe.
So long as a man imagines that he cannot do this or that, so long is he determined not to do it; and consequently so long is it impossible to him that he should do it.
Learned institutions ought to be favorite objects with every free people. They throw that light over the public mind which is the best security against crafty and dangerous encroachments on the public liberty.
I don’t believe you have to be better than everybody else. I believe you have to be better than you ever thought you could be.
Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.
I learned that we can do anything, but we can’t do everything… at least not at the same time. So think of your priorities not in terms of what activities you do, but when you do them. Timing is everything.
If you don’t design your own life plan, chances are you’ll fall into someone else’s plan. And guess what they have planned for you? Not much.
Starting out just to make money is the greatest mistake in life.
Do what you feel you have a flair for doing, and if you are good enough at it, the money will come.
When young, rejoice in the tranquility of the old.
However, boast not of what you know even when learned.
However high may you rise, be not proud.
Youth is not a time of life; It is a state of mind;
It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees;
It is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions;
It is the freshness of the deep springs of life………
How calm, how beautiful comes on The still hour, when storms have gone,
When warring winds have died away
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray
Melt off and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquility.
Our form of government does not enter into rivalry with the institutions of others. We do not copy our neighbours, but are an example to them. It is true that we are called a democracy, for the administration is in the hands of the many and not of the few.
It is easy enough to tell the poor to accept their poverty as God’s will when you yourself have warm clothes and plenty of food and medical care and a roof over your head and no worry about the rent. But if you want them to believe you try to share some of their poverty and see if you can accept it as God’s will yourself.
If You think you are beaten.you are
If You think you dare not, you don not
If you would like to win, but think you cannot
It is almost a cinch you will not
If you think you will lose, you are lost
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will
It is all in the state of mind
If you pursue evil with pleasure, the pleasure passes away and the evil remains, if you pursue good with labor, the labor passes away but the good remains.
I enjoy my wrinkles and regard them as badges of distinction.
I have worked hard for them!
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
No one will dare maintain that it is better to do injustice than to bear it.
What we mean when we say we are for or against capitalism is that we like or dislike certain civilizations or scheme of life.
It is probably true that business corrupts everything it touches. It corrupts politics, sports, literature, art, labor unions and so on. But business also corrupts and undermines monolithic totalitarianism. Capitalism is at its liberating best in a noncappitalist environment.
If you plan for a year, plant a seed. If for ten years, plant a tree. If for a hundred years, teach the people. When you sow a seed once, you will reap a single harvest. When you teach the people, you will reap a hundred harvests.
He is only rich who owns the day. There is no king, rich man, fairy or demon who possesses such power as that. The days are made on a loom whereof the wrap and woof are past and future time.
Moving of the earth brings harms and fears
Men reckon what it did and meant
But trepidation of the spheres
Though greater far is innocent
But I being Poor, have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams
They are not long, the days of wine and roses
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
With in a dream
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on , and our little life
Is rounded out with a sleep
Do all the good you can
By all the means you can
In all the ways you can
In all the places you can
At all the times you can
To all the people you can
As long as ever you can
The world of the future will not flourish behind walls no matter who builds them and no matter what their purpose. A world divided economically must inevitably be a world divided politically. As secretary of State, I cannot contemplate that prospect with anything but deep disquiet.
If I let my fingers wander idly over the keys of a typewriter it might happen that my screed made an intelligible sentence. If an army of monkeys were strumming on typewriters they might write all the books in the British Museum.
Twenty to twenty five! These are the years! Don’t be content with things as they are … Don’t take No for an answer. Never submit to failure. Do not be fobbed off with mere personal success or acceptance. You will make all kinds of mistakes; but as long as you are generous and true, and also fierce, you cannot hurt the world or even seriously distress her. She was made to be wooed and won by youth. She has lived and thrived only by repeated subjugations.
It is very natural for young men to be vehement, acrimonious and severe. For as they seldom comprehend at once all the consequences of a position, or perceive the difficulties by which cooler and more experienced reasoners are restrained from confidence, they form their conclusions with great precipitance. Seeing nothing that can darken or embarrass the question, they expect to find their own opinion universally prevalent and are inclined to impute uncertainty and hesitation to want of honesty, rather than of knowledge.
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving. To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, but we must all and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
A man who waits to believe in action before acting is anything you like, but he is not a man of action. It is as if a tennis player before returning a ball stopped to think about his views of the physical and mental advantages of tennis. You must act as you breathe.
So long as a man imagines that he cannot do this or that, so long is he determined not to do it; and consequently so long is it impossible to him that he should do it.
The ability to deal with people is as purchasable a commodity as sugar or coffee. And I pay more for that ability than for any other under the sun.
Holy holier-divinely;
Things are with her
As perceived and adorned gracefully
Lots of love and lots of pity
Along she is carrying
Of quintessence motherly
In her exemplified
The feminine persona so lovely
More and more and not less
I see and God confess
She is holier than me
Sent to care your needs
Alleviate your sufferings
Brighten your dreams
Like an Angel in the morning
Seen among lovely flowers
Caressing and them preparing
To see a beautiful day dawning
And the day passed off peacefully
Unto noon and evening
And seen her bidding children
Good-night with words so soothing
Oh mother! what you are
Made of which stuff so rare
For me and for all
You weep your tears
A drop falls on him
Another on her
A dozen on them
A few goes out
To form an ocean
Of love for your children
Unto I would love
Diving deep to die even
For not in vain will go
Your love and affection
My dear my mother
You are, I swear
As good as heaven……
Upon the verge;
Of some new dawn
You blossom to be a woman
And a bride of a man
An angel of love and light
Pure and faithful you become
Bound soul to soul
By life’s holiest laws
Sent out from Heaven’s source
Glow like a star on its course
Abandon playthings of life
To be entrusted noble work
Of woman and of wife
You are so happy now
To be merged with someone’s life
Tender smiles shine
And lofty thoughts creep in
Yet on promised land
Of love and happiness
Flowers blossom and perish
Good and bad days rally
May fall saddest tears daily
But with love and love only
You may sail through storm of life easily…………….
If you place a fern
under a stone
the next day it will be
nearly invisible
as if the stone has
swallowed it.
If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
sigh
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.
No one sees
the fuel that feeds you.
हिमालचुली मन्तिर पानी भर्ने पँधेरो
लेकै हेर्यौ लाली गुराँस बेंसी हेर्यो प्याउली
पिरती बास्ने परेवा बिरह बोल्ने न्याउली
हिमाल छुन्छ बेलुकी सप्तर्षिको ताँतीले
जुनेली रात बिताउँछु गाउँदा गाउँदै साथीले
सम्झन्छु म हिउँचुली आँसुको ढिका खसाली
यो बिरानो मुलुकमा बस्दैन माया बसाली
वनमा घाम नलागे जगत सारा अँधेरो
नौडाँडाको पारीमा प्रीतिको देश छ मेरो
मेरो कान्ले लेकैलाई पाकेर जाने बादल
हातले मैले नछोए पनि छ कति कोमल
डर लाग्छ मलाई यही बादलु छायाँले
पार्दछ जहाँ इन्द्रेणी पाइला भिज्ने मायाले
In spring and summer winds may blow,
And rains fall after, hard and fast;
The tender leaves, if beaten low,
Shine but the more for shower and blast
But when their fated hour arrives,
When reapers long have left the field,
When maidens rifle turn’d-up hives,
And their last juice fresh apples yield,
A leaf perhaps may still remain
Upon some solitary tree,
Spite of the wind and of the rain . . .
A thing you heed not if you see.
At last it falls. Who cares? Not one:
And yet no power on earth can ever
Replace the fallen leaf upon
Its spray, so easy to dissever.
If such be love, I dare not say.
Friendship is such, too well I know:
I have enjoyed my summer day;
‘Tis past; my leaf now lies below.
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,
For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,
And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest,
And love is burning diamonds in my true lover’s breast;
She sits beneath the white thorn a-plaiting of her hair,
And I will to my true lover with a fond request repair;
I will look upon her face, I will in her beauty rest,
And lay my aching weariness upon her lovely breast.
The clock-a-clay is creeping on the open bloom of May,
The merry bee is trampling the pink threads all day,
And the chaffinch it is brooding on its grey mossy nest
In the white thorn bush where I will lean upon my lover’s breast;
I’ll lean upon her breast and I’ll whisper in her ear
That I cannot get a wink o’sleep for thinking of my dear;
I hunger at my meat and I daily fade away
Like the hedge rose that is broken in the heat of the day.
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine,
the yellowing ash, all the trees
are gone, and I was older than
all of them. I am older than the moon,
than the stars that fill my plate,
than the unseen planets that huddle
together here at the end of a year
no one wanted. A year more than a year,
in which the sparrows learned
to fly backwards into eternity.
Their brothers and sisters saw this
and refuse to build nests. Before
the week is over they will all
have gone, and the chorus of love
that filled my yard and spilled
into my kitchen each evening
will be gone. I will have to learn
to sing in the voices of pure joy
and pure pain. I will have to forget
my name, my childhood, the years
under the cold dominion of the clock
so that this voice, torn and cracked,
can reach the low hills that shielded
the orange trees once. I will stand
on the back porch as the cold
drifts in, and sing, not for joy,
not for love, not even to be heard.
I will sing so that the darkness
can take hold and whatever
is left, the fallen fruit, the last
leaf, the puzzled squirrel, the child
far from home, lost, will believe
this could be any night. That boy,
walking alone, thinking of nothing
or reciting his favorite names
to the moon and stars, let him
find the home he left this morning,
let him hear a prayer out
of the raging mouth of the wind.
Let him repeat that prayer,
the prayer that night follows day,
that life follows death, that in time
we find our lives. Don’t let him see
all that has gone. Let him love
the darkness. Look, he’s running
and singing too. He could be happy.
Men decide far more problems by hate, love, lust, rage, sorrow, joy, hope, fear, illusion, or some other inward emotion than by reality, authority, any legal standard, judicial precedent, or statute.
Since an intelligence common to us all makes things known to us and formulates them in our minds, honorable actions are ascribed by us to virtue, and dishonorable actions to vice; and only a madman would conclude that these judgments are matters of opinion, and not fixed by nature.
Friendship is nothing else than an accord in all things, human and divine, conjoined with mutual goodwill and affection, and I am inclined to think that, with the exception of wisdom, no better thing has been given to man by the immortal gods
प्रियतम ! म जान्दछु, यो तिम्रो प्रेम हो जो पात–पातमा स्वर्णाभा
बनेर चम्किरहेछ !
जसले लोसे मेघ आकाशमा जम्मा भइरहेछन्, सुवासित पवनले मेरो
मस्तिष्कमा जलकण छर्छ :
यमि सबै, हे मनमोहन ईश्वर ! तिम्रो प्रेम नै हो ।
आज प्रभातका आकाश–धाराले मेरा नयन भरिए :
यो तिम्रो प्रेम–संकेत हो जो जीवनका कण–कणमा व्याप्त छ ।
तिम्रो चेहरा निहुरियो,
तिम्रो नेत्र मेरा नेत्रसँग मिले :
मेरो ह्दयले तिम्रो चरणमा स्पर्श गरिसक्यो !
प्रियतम ! म जान्दछु, यो तिम्रो प्रेम–संकेत हो ।
प्राणका प्राण ! म मेरो देहलाई चोखो राख्छु, किनकि मेरा अंग–
प्रत्यंगमा तिम्रो स्पर्श भएको छ !
आफ्ना विचारलाई असत्यले धमिलो पार्न दिनेछैन, किनकि तिमीले
सत्यको दीपकद्वारा मेरो विवेक प्रकाशित गरिदियौ !
म मेरो ह्दयमा पापलाई पस्नदिन्न, किनकि त्यहाँ तिम्रो मूर्ति
प्रतिष्ठासहित विद्यमान छ !
मेरा सबै काममा तिम्रो व्यक्तित्व हुनेछ, तिम्रो प्ररणानै रहनेछ !
Come to my pavilion, O my King.
I have spread a bed made of
delicately selected buds and blossoms,
And have arrayed myself in bridal garb
From head to toe.
I have been Thy slave during many births,
Thou art the be-all of my existence.
Mira’s Lord is Hari, the Indestructible.
Come, grant me Thy sight at once.
I will not be restrained now, O Rana,
Despite all you do to block my path.
I have torn off the veil of worldly shame;
Only the company of Saints is dear to me.
Merta, my parents’ home, I have left for good.
My surat and nirat, awakened,
Now shine bright.
My master has revealed to me
The mirror within my own body;
Now I’ll sing and dance in ecstasy.
Keep to your self your gems and jewelry;
I have discarded them all, O Rana.
My true Lord I have come to behold;
None knows of this wealth within the body.
I fancy not your forts and palaces
Nor want silken robes wrought with gold.
Mira, unadorned and unbedecked,
Roams intoxicated in the Lord’s love.
In my travels I spent time with a great yogi.
Once he said to me.
“Become so still you hear the blood flowing
through your veins.”
One night as I sat in quiet,
I seemed on the verge of entering a world inside so vast
I know it is the source of
all of
us.
Men can only think. Women have a way of understanding without thinking. Woman was created out of Gods own fancy. Man, He had to hammer into shape.
Our mistress bids me with all speed to call
Aegisthus to the strangers, that he come
And hear more clearly, as a man from man,
This newly brought report. Before her slaves,
Under set eyes of melancholy cast,
She hid her inner chuckle at the events
That have been brought to pass–too well for her,
But for this house and hearth most miserably,–
As in the tale the strangers clearly told.
He, when he hears and learns the story’s gist,
Will joy, I trow, in heart. Ah, wretched me!
How those old troubles, of all sorts made up,
Most hard to bear, in Atreus’s palace-halls
Have made my heart full heavy in my breast!
But never have I known a woe like this.
For other ills I bore full patiently,
But as for dear Orestes, my sweet charge,
Whom from his mother I received and nursed . . .
And then the shrill cries rousing me o’ nights,
And many and unprofitable toils
For me who bore them. For one needs must rear
The heedless infant like an animal,
(How can it else be?) as his humor serve
For while a child is yet in swaddling clothes,
It speaketh not, if either hunger comes,
Or passing thirst, or lower calls of need;
And children’s stomach works its own content.
And I, though I foresaw this, call to mind,
How I was cheated, washing swaddling clothes,
And nurse and laundress did the selfsame work.
I then with these my double handicrafts,
Brought up Orestes for his father dear;
And now, woe’s me! I learn that he is dead,
And go to fetch the man that mars this house;
And gladly will he hear these words of mine.
Yet though a man gets many wounds in breast,
He diet not, unless the appointed time,
The limit of his life’s span, coincide;
Nor does the man who by the hearth at home
Sits still, escape the doom that Fate decrees.
Justice shines in very smoky homes, and honors the righteous; but the gold-spangled mansions where the hands are unclean she leaves with eyes averted.
Like a bad doctor who has fallen down sick you are cast down, and cannot find what sort of drugs would cure your ailment.
धेरै बगेपछि
आँशु जस्तो पानी
सुकेर गए पनि
आकाशमा कटक्क माया लाग्ने
ढिस्को बनाएर जाँदो रहेछ ।
आकाशबाट
धर्धरी
भक्कानो फोरेर रोएको
कानमा खसेपछि
वेगले भेट्न दौडेँ,
पृथ्वी मेरो मोटरसाइकलको चक्कामा
पहिरन अल्झाएर
झन्डै नाङ्गिइन्,
पानी जस्तै थ्याच्च बसिन्
म भिजेको सरि
मायाले टाँगिएँ र
एक निचरेर सुकाएको हलुका आकाश भएँ ।
जहाँ भामर छ त्यही तिम्रो सिम्सार
तिमी विना चल्दैन मेरो पनि संसार
मन हो गीत कुन मसीले लेखूँ ?
सबै सपना कुन धागोले जोडूँ ?
तिम्रो हाँसो मेरो परिवर्तनको धार
नदेखेको सपना प्यारो भो सानु
नहिँडेको बाटो एक्लै कहाँ जानू
तिमी नै मेरो जीवनको आधार
जहाँ भामर छ त्यही तिम्रो सिम्सार
तिमी विना चल्दैन मेरो पनि संसार
जाँदाजाँदै आज फेरि मन उधारै रह्यो
ढोकैसम्म पुगेर पनि पाइला संघारै रह्यो
छिचोलेरै पुगेको’थेँ कति आँखा बाधा थिए
चाहनाथ्यौ तिमी मेरो सपना पनि आधा थिए
खोलुँ भन्थेँ मनको ढोका सबै अपुरै रह्यो
ढोकासम्म पुगेर पनि पाइला संघारै रह्यो
काँढामाथि टेक्नु पर्यो त्यो पनि त सहेकै’थेँ
दुनियाँ नै वैरी हुँदा तिम्रो आफ्नो भएकै’थेँ
कुन सिमाना कोर्यौ दैव ! बोली अधुरै रह्यो
ढोकैसम्म पुगेर पनि पाइला संघारै रह्यो
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
Stories of law violations are weighed on a different set of scales in the Black mind than in the white. Petty crimes embarrass the community and many people wistfully wonder why Negroes don’t rob more banks, embezzle more funds and employ graft in the unions…. This … appeals particularly to one who is unable to compete legally with his fellow citizens.”
Strictly speaking, one cannot legislate love, but what one can do is legislate fairness and justice. If legislation does not prohibit our living side by side, sooner or later your child will fall on the pavement and I’ll be the one to pick her up. Or one of my children will not be able to get into the house and you’ll have to say, “Stop here until your mom comes here.” Legislation affords us the chance to see if we might love each other.”
The white American man makes the white American woman maybe not superfluous but just a little kind of decoration. Not really important to turning around the wheels of the state. Well the black American woman has never been able to feel that way. No black American man at any time in our history in the United States has been able to feel that he didn’t need that black woman right against him, shoulder to shoulder—in that cotton field, on the auction block, in the ghetto, wherever.”
We are not cave dwellers anymore, we live in the age of technology. When someone needs a car, he does not need to build it. He can buy it. When someone needs a murder, he himself does not need to kill. He can order it.
I believe we are still so innocent. The species are still so innocent that a person who is apt to be murdered believes that the murderer, just before he puts the final wrench on his throat, will have enough compassion to give him one sweet cup of water.
The boys with their feet on the desks know that the easiest murder case in the world to break is the one somebody tried to get very cute with; the one that really bothers them is the murder somebody only thought of two minutes before he pulled it off.
Under the rules of a society that cannot distinguish between profit and profiteering, between money defined as necessity and money defined as luxury, murder is occasionally obligatory and always permissible.
Be sure that it is not you that is mortal, but only your body. For that man whom your outward form reveals is not yourself; the spirit is the true self, not that physical figure which can be pointed out by your finger.
Since an intelligence common to us all makes things known to us and formulates them in our minds, honorable actions are ascribed by us to virtue, and dishonorable actions to vice; and only a madman would conclude that these judgments are matters of opinion, and not fixed by nature.
Friendship is nothing else than an accord in all things, human and divine, conjoined with mutual goodwill and affection, and I am inclined to think that, with the exception of wisdom, no better thing has been given to man by the immortal gods”
Life as stage of roles,
everyone performs when it’s time,
We take new roles as we grow
We take new roles by what we know,
Our performances on each role based on our ability
Could be through faith, status, wealth, beauty, character,
Some take bad roles,
A few take good roles,
In between the entrance and exist, we coexist
we perform our destiny
from entrance to exist we choose our choice,
what we do affects another at work, all linked together,
our present affect, our absent affect,
both the young ones and old ones have many roles to play
Our roles end when we are dead
Certainly,
Best of roles are for Allah, the worst roles aim for world.
Allah shall reward us based on aim. Aamiin
Sail your mind like ship,
Fly your heart like wings,
And your heart will be relieved.
रहर के हो ? पीन्जडा जीवनको
रहरकै खातिर उर्लिन्छ भेल पीडाको
रहर के हो ? जहर जीवनको
रहरकै खातिर बल्झिन्छ मृत्यु पीडाको ।
रहर के हो ? एक ठहर जीवनको
रहर नै त रहेछ आशा जीवनको
रहर के हो ? खोई छाड्नै नसकिने
रहर विना जीउनुको अर्थै नरहने ।
रहरले जीवन सून्दर बनाउला
रहरविनाको जीवन व्यर्थै हराउला
रहर के हो ? यात्राको अमूल्य साथी
रहरले त मान्छे पुग्छ माथी माथी ।
रहर जसले छोड्यो त्यो विरक्त भयो
रहर विना उसको जीवनलीला गयो
रहर त गर्नु तर आफ्नै वजनको
रहर पुग्ला हैसियत बमोजिमको ।
रहरले पीडा नदिनु अरुलाई
रहरकै लागी नरुवाउनु अरुलाई
रहरले सेवा गर्नु सधै दूखीकॊ
रहर नगर्नु विनास अरुको ।
Racism is when you have laws set up, systematically put in a way to keep people from advancing, to stop the advancement of a people. Black people have never had the power to enforce racism, and so this is something that white America is going to have to work out themselves. If they decide they want to stop it, curtail it, or to do the right thing … then it will be done, but not until then.
अ अथवा अस्तित्व
स्व अथवा स्वभिमान
हरेक देश र जनतासंग
गासीएको
टासिएको
अलङ्कार हुन् यी दुइ अक्षरहरु
त्यो हरेक देश र जनताको लागि प्रीय हुन्छ
अ र स्व अथवा अस्व
कुनै देश
र जनताले गुमाउन चाहदैनन्
जव अस्व गुम्छ
तव त्यो देश देश रहदैन
र जनता जनता हुदैनन्
अथवा देश र जनता भए पनि
कठपुतली वन्नु पर्छ कसैको
त्यसैले त अस्वको लागि
हरेक युगमा हरेक देशमा
हरेक मान्छेमा युद्घ वाचीरहन्छ
कस्लाई सह्य होला र ?
स्वभिमान खोसीएको
कस्लाई मञ्जुर होला र?
अस्तित्व लुटिएको
त्यसैले अस्व गुमाउनु भन्दा
देश युद्घघोष गर्न तयार हुन्छ
र जनता देशको लागि वलि चढ्न तयार हुन्छन्
तसर्थ हरेक देश र जनतालाई
अति प्रीयकर हुन्छ अस्व
तर विडम्वना त्यहि अलङ्कारहरु
युगौ देखि कुल्चेकाछन् लुटेकाछन्
त्यसको विरुद्घमा आवाजहरु उठाए पनि
ब्यर्थ भएकाछन् ती आवाजहरु
किनभने लुटिनेहरु लुटिएकैछन्
कुल्चिएकाहरु कुल्चिएकै छन्
यहाँ त कसैको स्वभिमानलाई कुल्चिएर उभ्नु पनि
स्वभिमानै ठान्छन् मान्छेहरु
र अस्तित्वलाई अपहरण गर्नुलाई पनि
मानवता नै सोच्छन् मान्छेहरु
यो कस्तो मत्स्यन्याय हो ?
जव कि देश र जनतामा स्वार्थ पूर्तिको लागि
स्वभिमानको हवला दिएर
अरुको स्वभिमानलाई आफैले हडप्नु ?
र मानवताको वकालत गरेर
निर्दोष र निरीहहरु माथी हमला गर्नु
चरीत्र वनेकोछ आजका हिट्लरहरुको
अरुको सामु अस्वको वखान गरेर
भित्र हिंसा र हत्याको योजना वुन्छन्
त्यसैले वर्तमान भयानक संकटहरु ब्यहोर्दै गुज्रिरहेछ
My dad gave me one dollar bill
‘Cause I’m his smartest son,
And I swapped it for two shiny quarters
‘Cause two is more then one!
And then I took the quarters
And traded them to Lou
For three dimes– I guess he didn’t know
That three is more than two!
Just then, along came old blind Bates
And just ’cause he can’t see
He gave me four nickels for my three dimes,
And four is more than three!
And I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs
Down at the seed-feed store,
And the fool gave me five pennies for them,
And five is more than four!
And I went and showed my dad,
And he got red in the cheeks
And closed his eyes and shook his head–
Too proud of me to speak!
I went to the doctor-
He reached down my throat,
He pulled out a shoe
And a little toy boat,
He pulled out a skate
And a bicycle seat,
And said ‘Be more careful
About what you eat.’
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy’s shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
I got it from peeking into a dark cave
And painting myself like a Navajo brave.
I got it from playing with coal in the bin
And signing my name in cement with my chin.
I got if from rolling around on the rug
And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
I got it from finding a lost silver mine
And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears
And from having more fun than you’ve had in years.
A girl in the middle years also becomes more centered in her soul-life, the feelings of her heart, and she needs our guidance to learn to express her uniqueness, those small seeds that will someday sprout into gifts, talents, and resources.
My friend devotes himself to his life, whenever he can find the spare time. His motto is: ‘Don’t just sit there: live!’ So he’s too busy to stand, to walk, to do anything, except to live. He even refused to kiss a girl, when invited, on the grounds that it was time again to be living. Schedules are sacred to him.
लालीगुरास
तिमी नफुले
फुल्दैनन् सुनगाभा र सयपत्री फूलहरु
हास्दैनन् वनपाखा र भीरपखेराहरु
किनकी सेता सेता हिमालका फेदीमा छौ
अग्ला अग्ला पहाडको टाकुरीमा छौ
छौ, सुशोभित सुनाखरी जस्तै
छौ हर्षित लालुपाते जस्तै
र नाच्छौ डाफे मुनालसंग गुञ्जदा लोकलहरी
त्यसैले फुलाएका छौ देशलाई मुहारभरी
लालीगुरास
खिलिएकी छौ तिमी हरियाली चुल्ठोभरी
वैंशालु युवतीको चुल्ठोमा खिलिएको फूल झैं
मुस्कुराइरहेकी हुन्छौ झरिवादल र ठिहीमा पनि
वैंशको सहरमा मुस्कुराएको मान्छे जस्तै
सारा क्षण लजाइरहेछ ति म्रो लालीमा देखेर
फुलेका छन् सुनाखरी र सयपत्री ति म्रै आभाष पाएर
त्यसैले जगमगाइ रहेछौ प्रतिष्ठा बनेर
फूलहरुको प्रतिनिधित्वमा फुलेका राष्ट्रियता जगाएर
कहिल्यै नअघाइने ति म्रो रङ्ग
चहार्छ मुटु बनेर धड्किन्छ सारा अङ्ग
लालीगुरास
तिमी नफुले पालुवा मौसममा कोइली बोल्दैन
तिमी नफुले नदीनाला सुसाउदैन
तिमी नफुले दुःखका क्षणहरु भुलिदैन
तिमी नफुले नेपालीको मन फुल्दैन
तिमी नफुले खुशियालीमा देश झुम्दैन
त्यसैले ओइलिएका मनहरुमा ताजा फूल भएर फुल
हरेकको आखामा रोशनी भरेर फुल
हरेक वर्षको चहलपहलसंगै युगौं युग फुल
लालीगुरास
तिमी सबैको मिठो सपना भएर फुल
समय अविरल आइरहन्छ
विना मुहानको पानी जस्तो
पर्खदैन डुवी जाने घाम जस्तो
प्रकृतिले प्रदान गरेको निःशुल्क उपहार
प्राप्त भइरहन्छ
बाच्नको लागि प्राण जस्तो
तर थाहा हुदैन हामीलाई
सहज असहज बनेर पाइलाहरुमा
गतिशील भएर उर्लिदिंदा
बनिदिन्छ सृष्टिको नियम जस्तो
विद्यमान बगिदिने नदीहरुमा
जन्म र मृत्यु दुइ किनारा भएर बगे जस्तो
समय
बलवान हुन्छ
रोकेर रोकिदैंन/छेकेर छेकिदैन
त्यसैले घाम बन्छ कहिले सफलताको
औंसीको रात बन्छ कहिले असफलताको
फक्रिन्छ कहिले रङ्गीविरङ्गी फूल भएर बसन्तहरुमा
पोलिन्छ कहिले आगोको राप बनेर छातीहरुमा
धड्कन हो कि कुन्नी
खुल्दुलीमा आखा
जति च्यातेर हेरे पनि
देखिंदैन कहीं
हतारिएर जति भेट्न खोजे पनि
भेटिदैन कही
व्यस्त व्यस्त भइरहन्छ हरपलमा
समय
छाइरहन्छ सदैव दिनहरुमा, रातहरुमा
र स्पर्श गरिरहन्छ अनुभूतिहरुमा
विना आकृतिको भावना जस्तो ।
वर्तमान छचल्किरहन्छ भविष्यको पानीमा
रोकिदैन भूतकाल पहिरो गए जस्तो
पर्खदैन डुवी जाने घाम जस्तो
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees,
And they did make no noise, in such a night
Troilus methinks mounted the Troy an walls,
And sighed his soul toward the Grecian tents,
Where Cressida lay that night.
Religions are springs of faith and divine nectar. Keep drinking that holy water but never spit on others.We need Religion till then, when religion automatically melts down and only God remains.
I hate Science. It denies a man’s responsibility for his own deeds, abolishes the brotherhood that springs from God’s fatherhood. It is a hectoring, dictating expertise, which makes the least lovable of the Church Fathers seem liberal by contrast. It is far easier for a Hitler or a Stalin to find a mock- scientific excuse for persecution than it was for Dominic to find a mock-Christian one.
I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favor, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it.
I suspect a demand for real change in power relations will occur only if women … come to understand that their need for romances is a function of their dependent status as women and of their acceptance of marriage as the only route to female fulfillment. I think we as feminists might help this change along by first learning to recognize that romance reading originates in very real dissatisfaction and embodies a valid, if limited, protest. Then by developing strategies for making that dissatisfaction and its causes consciously available to romance readers and by learning how to encourage that protest in such a way that it will be delivered in the arena of actual social relations rather than acted out in the imagination, we might join hands with women who are, after all, our sisters and together imagine a world whose subsequent creation would lead to the need for a new fantasy altogether.
The essential difference between novel and romance lies in the conception of characterization. The romancer does not attempt to create “real people” so much as stylized figures which expand into psychological archetypes. It is in the romance that we find Jung’s libido, anima, and shadow reflected in the hero, heroine, and villain respectively. That is why the romance so often radiates a glow of subjective intensity that the novel lacks, and why a suggestion of allegory is constantly creeping in around the fringes. Certain elements of character are released in the romance which make it naturally a more revolutionary form than the novel. The novelist deals with personality, with characters wearing their personae or social masks. He needs the framework of a stable society, and many of our best novelists have been conventional to the verge of fussiness. The romancer deals with individuality, with characters in vacuo idealized by revery, and, however conservative he may be, something nihilistic and untamable is likely to keep breaking out of his pages.
Romance feeds on obstacles, short excitation’s, and partings; marriage, on the contrary, is made up of wont, daily propinquity, growing accustomed to one another. Romance calls for “the faraway love” of the troubadours; marriage, for love of “one’s neighbor.” Where, then, a couple have married in obedience to a romance, it is natural that the first time a conflict of temperament or of taste becomes manifest the parties should ask themselves: “Why did I marry?” And it is no less natural that, obsessed by the universal propaganda in favor of romance, each should seize the first occasion to fall in love with somebody else.
The great novels of sex of the nineteenth century were those of Thomas Hardy. By comparison, Lawrence’s books are more subtle and more revealing. Hardy was interested in the results of the sex impulses as they display themselves in normal life. Sex wrecks Jude; sex ennobles and ruins Tess. Lawrence is not much interested in results. When sex is triumphant in Alvina, the lost girl, the story ends. Her story is just beginning, but the only aspect that interested Lawrence has concluded. Sex in itself and for itself is his fascination, and if this makes him narrow it also makes him shrewd.
Sex can be defined fairly adequately in physiological terms as consisting of the building up of bodily tensions and their release. Eros, in contrast, is the experiencing of the personal intentions and meaning of the act. Whereas sex is a rhythm of stimulus and response, Eros is a state of being. The pleasure of sex is described by Freud and others as the reduction of tension; in Eros, on the contrary, we wish not to be released from the excitement but rather to hang on to it, to bask in it, and even to increase it. The end toward which sex points is gratification and relaxation, whereas Eros is a desiring, longing, a forever reaching out, seeking to expand.
There are two kinds of sex, classical and baroque. Classical sex is romantic, profound, serious, emotional, moral, mysterious, spontaneous, abandoned, focused on a particular person, and stereo typically feminine. Baroque sex is pop, playful, funny, experimental, conscious, deliberate, amoral, anonymous, focused on sensation for sensation’s sake, and stereo typically masculine. The classical mentality taken to an extreme is sentimental and finally puritanical; the baroque mentality taken to an extreme is pornographic and finally obscene. Ideally, a sexual relation ought to create a satisfying tension between the two modes (a baroque idea, particularly if the tension is ironic) or else blend them so well that the distinction disappears (a classical aspiration). Lovemaking cannot be totally classical unless it is also totally baroque, since you cannot abandon all restraints and so attain a classical intensity. In practice, however, most people are more inclined to one mode than to the other. A very classical person will be incompatible with a very baroque person unless each can bring out the other’s latent opposite side. Two people who are very one-sided in the same direction can be extremely compatible but risk missing a whole dimension of experience unless they get so deeply into one mode that it becomes the other.
Political life in our country has plowed in muddy channels, and needs the infusion of clearer and cleaner waters. I am not sure that women are naturally so much better than men that they will clear the stream by the virtue of their womanhood; it is not through sex but through character that the best influence of women upon the life of the nation must be exerted.
अस्पतालको सगाल पलङमा
सेतो सुकिलो ओच्छ्यान पाई
नयाँ रोगी रम्दछ पहिले
खोल र तन्ना सुम्सुम्याई
अहा ! कस्तो सफा विच्छौना,
हातको मयल पनि सर्ला जस्तो
कति नरम औ कति मनोरम
खोपीभित्रको शैय्या जस्तो ।
तर जब ओल्टेकोल्टे गर्दा
तन्ना खोल अलि सर्न जान्छ ,
अनि रोगीको आँखा सहसा
भित्री तहमा पर्न जान्छ ।
ती सुकिला खोलहरूभित्र
कति थाङ्ना ती सिरह डसना
टाल्दैतुन्दै छोप्पिरहेको,
सयौं वर्षको अवशेषपना
छ्या! छ्या!! देख्दै डुङ्ग गनाउने
पीप रगतका टाटैटाटा
जति पल्टायो उति घिन लाग्दो
दिशापिशाबले कुहिँदा पाटा
देख्दछ जब यो रोगी
अनि पो खुल्दछ उसमा भित्री पोल
नब्य झैँ लाग्ने, भव्य झैँ लाग्ने,
ओछ्यान रहेछ केवल खोल
दारा किट्छ अनि त्यो रोगी
चिच्याउन लाग्छ च्यात्तै खोल
खोल खोलमै कति दिन धान्छौ
जगजीवनको मोल ।
तर नारी समाई भन्दछ डाक्टर
छैन यसको ब्रेन कन्ट्रोल
अनि धाइले प्याइदिन्छे
मुसुक्क हाँस्तै रङ्गिन झोल ।
Labor and labor,
labor is your destiny.
There is love
There is truth
And there is money.
labor is your destiny.
To establish yourself
Labor is but a necessity.
Make each and every day
A labor day and go on
working with an aim
To attain the truth.
Your labor is unbroken bliss,
Your labor is self-bliss.
Merge into your labor, my dear,
And see how you are winning
The fire and the water,
And see how finer you are here.
The rattle of wind in sclerophyll
is the murmur of cosmic dust
and particle shift. With each break
in the clouds the queue shuffles
a patient step forward.
Beyond the observatory’s dim glow
bush is black as dark matter tonight;
the distant river is negative space,
and the city on the other side
a scattered galaxy.
Swathed in overcoats against the cold
we wait and wait to put an eye to the telescope.
Through a fish-eye lens
the universe gazes back
into the great eye of humanity
orbiting a mundane star on the outer margins
of the Milky Way, one stella cluster
among the infinite.
There is always something to be made of pain.
Your mother knits.
She turns out scarves in every shade of red.
They were for Christmas, and they kept you warm
while she married over and over, taking you
along. How could it work,
when all those years she stored her widowed heart
as though the dead come back.
No wonder you are the way you are,
afraid of blood, your women
like one brick wall after another.
A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
It is morning. I think
Soon they will waken.
On the bedside table is a vase
of lilies; sunlight
pools in their throats.
I watch him turn to her
as though to speak her name
but silently, deep in her mouth–
At the window ledge,
once, twice,
a bird calls.
And then she stirs; her body
fills with his breath.
I open my eyes; you are watching me.
Almost over this room
the sun is gliding.
Look at your face, you say,
holding your own close to me
to make a mirror.
How calm you are. And the burning wheel
passes gently over us.
Night covers the pond with its wing.
Under the ringed moon I can make out
your face swimming among minnows and the small
echoing stars. In the night air
the surface of the pond is metal.
Within, your eyes are open. They contain
a memory I recognize, as though
we had been children together. Our ponies
grazed on the hill, they were gray
with white markings. Now they graze
with the dead who wait
like children under their granite breastplates,
lucid and helpless:
The hills are far away. They rise up
blacker than childhood.
What do you think of, lying so quietly
by the water? When you look that way I want
to touch you, but do not, seeing
as in another life we were of the same blood.
चोर्ने चिन्तन गर्दछ खाली
मानिसहरूका हरिया बाली
फेरि कसैको पनि फुल-बारी
देख्नै नसकी दिन्छ उजारी
अग्लो रुखमा उसको डेरा
मान्दछ मीठो अम्बा, केरा
निर्धा आए जाई लाग्छ
बलिया आए परपर भाग्छ
फलफूल ल्याई मानिसहरू तर
हनुमान भनी गर्छन् आदर
केवल पशु पो हो त्यो बानर
काला अक्षर भैंसी बराबर
बालकहरू हो, होश समाल
मनमन्दिरमा बत्ती बाल
तिमीहरू मानिस बन्नु छ जाग
बानर बुद्धितर्फ नलाग
संकीर्णताको परखाल नाघी
यथार्थ वैज्ञानिक पन्थ लागी
पीडितमा जागृति बत्ति बाल
भगाइद्यौ भारतका दलाल
प्रगति भो अब व्यापक जाज्वल
परिसके प्रतिगामीहरू तल
उठिसक्यो भई व्यापक जागृति
उदित भै जनमानसको स्थिति
विजयको भई दर्पण शानमा
प्रवल भै मनको बलिदानमा
जनजागृत भै उठदै गयो
परपीडनता टुट्दै गयो
असही शोषण जागृति हो सही
जनयथार्थ कुरो बीचमा नरही
फगत नित्य रुचाइ विलासता
रहन संभव छैन कतै यता
नेपाललाई चीन देखाएर तर्साउने र आफू पनि तर्सने ब्रिटिश–भारतीय नीति अद्यापि कायम छ।
रेजिडेन्ट स्मिथले तराईतिरबाट आउने बाटोका ठाउँको नाउँ समेत खुलेको नक्शा आफूले नपाएको तर उत्तरतर्फको नक्शा चाहिं हेरेको बताउँदै नेपालको बीच भागको नक्शा दिनुभए मेहरवानी हुने थियो भन्दा चन्द्रशमशेर महाराजले खोज्न लगाएको छु भने। तर, त्यो नक्शा दिन चाहिं गाह्रो पर्ने जनाए।
त्यसका लागि भारदारहरूसँग सल्लाह गर्नुपर्ने र भारदारहरूले महाराज अंग्रेजहरूसँग धेरै खुल्न लागेको भन्दै कुरा काट्न थालेको बताउँदै महाराजले त्यसमा उनीहरूलाई दोष लगाउने ठाउँ पनि नभएको बताए।
“तपाईंहरूको व्यवहारले त्यस्तै देखाइरहेको छ”, महाराजले रेजिडेन्टलाई भने, “इण्डिया गभर्मेन्टले नेपाललाई इण्डियाको नेटिभ स्टेट जस्तो ठान्यो भनेर हाम्रा मान्छेका मनमा गोसा परेको छ।”
महाराजले नेपाललाई भारतको नेटिभ स्टेटमा गाभेर लेखेको हालसालैको इम्पोरियल गजेटियर पत्रिका नै देखाएर रेजिडेन्टलाई नाजवाफ पारे। त्यो देखेर नेपालीले साह्रै नराम्रो मानेका र इण्डिया गभर्मेन्टको आलोचना गरेको महाराजले बताए।
अघि रेजिडेन्ट गर्लिस्टोन यहाँ हुँदा एक जना सर्भेयर गोप्य रूपले नेपाल पसेर भोट जाने बाटोघाटोको सर्वे गरेछन्। खर्च सकिएर रेजिडेन्सीमा आएपछि कुरो खुल्यो।
त्यस प्रसंगमा स्मिथले ‘हाम्रो सरकारलाई भोटमा चीन आयो भने नेपालमा पनि सरासर आउन सक्छ भन्ने चिन्ता रहेकोले भोट जाने बाटोघाटोको जानकारी राखिराख्नु आवश्यक ठानेको हुनसक्छ’ भन्दै महाराजको चित्त बुझाउन खोजे।
त्यसलाई ठाडै अस्वीकार गर्दै महाराजले ‘त्यो हुनै नसक्ने कुरो हो’ भने। महाराजले ‘चीनले नेपाललाई भोट जस्तो भनेको नजानेको नसुनेको बताउँदै प्रतिनिधिमण्डल जाने कुरा साविकदेखि चलिआएको औपचारिकता मात्र हो, नेपाल चीनको हुने अरू कुनै संभावना छैन, पहिले चीनकै रोहवरमा सन्धि हुँदा भोटले हामीलाई सालना ५० हजार तिर्ने बन्दोबस्त भएको बताए।
मुख्य कुरा के छ भने, त्यसबेला ब्रिटिश भारतका अधिकारीहरू चीनको त्रास देखाएर नेपालमा आफ्नो प्रभाव जमाउन चाहन्थे। महाराजले पनि त्यो अनुभव गरेकै थिए। ब्रिटिश अधिकारीहरू भने सधैं यही कुरा उठाइरहन्थे। चीनको हाउगुजी देखाएर नेपाललाई कजाउने ब्रिटिश सरकारको नेपाल नीति थियो। आश्चर्य, आज डेढ सय वर्षपछि स्वतन्त्र भारतको नेपाल नीति त्यही छ।
“चीनलाई नेपालमा जम्न ब्रिटिश सरकारले कहिल्यै दिने छैन”, सं. १९६४ मा अंग्रेज रेजिडेन्ट जेम्यानर्स स्मिथले बोलेको यही वाक्य अहिले २०७३ सालमा पनि स्वतन्त्र भारतका नेपालनीतिका जानिफकारहरू दोहोर्याइरहेका छन्। भारतले बारम्बार नाकाबन्दी गरेर नसताएको भए नेपालले पुरानो मित्रराष्ट्र चीनसँग बेपार, पारवहन तथा यातायात सन्धि गर्थ्यो त? अहिले भारतमा सञ्चार माध्यमले कोकोहोलो मच्चाइरहेका छन्, के भन्नु?
नेपालको परराष्ट्र नीतिमा एकरूपता छैन। नेतैपिच्छे, पार्टी पिच्छेका आ–आफ्ना नीति छन्। सार्वभौम र स्वतन्त्र राष्ट्र नेपालले आफ्ना मित्रराष्ट्रहरूसँग समानताका आधारमा सन्धि–सम्झौताहरू गर्ने दिन कहिले आउला? तर, यो अवश्यम्भावी कुरा हो, हुनैपर्छ।
सन् १९०७ सेप्टेम्बर मैन्हाको ३ तारीख मुताविक १९६४ मीती भाद्र १६ गते रोजका दिन व्यहान रजिडन्ट जेम्यानर्स स्मीथ साहेव प्राइभेट मुलाकातलाई ८ वजे सिंहदरबारमा आई कुरा कहानि भयाको टीपन।
रजि– तपायींबाट यौटा नक्सामा १ जना डाक्टरले हेटौडाबाट काठमाडौं यकै दिनमा आयाको बाटोको निसान दियाको छ भनि भंनुहुन्थ्यो. त्यो नक्सा मैले भेटायन.. तपायींबाट पठाई दिनु भयाको नेपालका उत्तरतरफका सेवाना तरफका नक्सा देखें तराई तरफको सिकारी नक्सा पनि हेरी सकेको छु. बीच भागको नक्सा पनि अवस्य हुनुपर्छ. मेहरवानीसाथ मलाई हेर्न दिनुहोस्
श्री ३– त्यो नक्सा मैले खोजन लायाको छु. पाइयो भने पठाई दिनुहुनेछु तर येकदम् हतपति पठाउन भने ठीक हुने छैन कीन भने सो पठाउनाले मैले साह्रै खुल्ला मै काम गरे भनि भारदारहरूका मनमा पर्न जाने र नीको मान्ने छैनन् हाम्रो भारादारहरूका मन्मा के परेको छ भने इंडीया गवरमेन्टको मुराद हामीलाई पनि इंडीयाको यौटा नेटीभ इस्टेट जस्तो गर्नापटी झुकेको छ भनि ठानेका छन् तीनीहरूमा कसै कसैले हाल नया छापियेको इम्पोरियेल गजेटीयरमा नेपाललाई पनी नेटीभ इस्टेटहरूमा सामेल गरी लेखेको हुनाले तस्मा नराम्रो कमेट गरे.
रजि– यो कीताप तपायींसंग छ की?
श्री ३– छ. (भन्या हुकुम मै लीन पठाई देखाई बक्सेपछी) यस्तै कुराहरूले गर्दा तपायींहरूसंग खुल्ला भै काम् गर्नालाई मुस्कील परेको रजि– पुरानु ग्याजेटीयर पनि तपायींसंग छ की
श्री ३– छ म पठाई दिउंला
रजि– मिष्टर गर्लीष्टन यहां रजीडन्ट छंदा इंडीया गवरमेन्टबाट १ जना सर्भेयरलाई गोप्य तवरसंग नेपाल पठायाका रहेछन् र नीज सर्भेयर आई खर्च सकेको हुनाले मिष्टर गर्लिष्टनसंग खर्च माग्न आयेछन् र नीजले सो सर्भेयर आयाको खवर अघिबाट थाहा नपायाको हुनाले मलाई थाहा नदि कीन पठायाको भनि उजुर गरेका रहेछ र गभरमेन्ट इंडीयाले तेस्को जवावमा सर्भे डिपार्टमेन्ट आफ्नै मनासीवले पठायाका हुन् भनि लेखि पठाया छन्. टीवेट्मा नेपालबाट जाने आउने बाटो कति रहेछ भनि जान्नाको गभरमेन्टको इरादा छ. गभरमेन्टलाई टिवेट्मा चीन बलियो भो भने नेपालमा सरासर आउन सक्ने होला भंने दहसत मानेका छं
श्री ३– तेस्तो हुन सक्ला भंने लाग्दैन
रजि– चीन्ले नेपाललाई आफ्नु हो भनि भंन सक्ने छैन भनि सम्झेका छ
श्री ३– चीनले तेस्तो दावा गर्छ भंने लाग्दैन नेपालले चीनलाई मांनुपर्छ भंने लीखित पत्र अहद भयाको केहि छैन खालि टिवेट्संगको अहदमा ५। ५ वर्षमा मिसन् जाने गरेको केहि होइन
रजि– चीनलाई नेपालमा जम्न ब्रिटीस सर्कारले कैल्है दिने छैन. चीनको यांहा रजिडंट पनि छैन
श्री ३– हो, हाम्रो चीनसंग तेस्तो अहद पनि केही छैन. अघि १ पल्ट टीवेट्संग अहद हुंदा साल्को ५०,००० दिने कबुल गरेका थीये टीवेट् तरफको र चीन्तरफको पुरानु कागज पत्रहरू दुरुस्त रहेका छैनन. बृटिस पट्टिको कागजपत्र भने दुरुस्तसाथ अफिसमा रहेको छ
रजि– खचराहरू माथी नेपालको हक् कसरी पुगेको रहेछ
श्री ३– तेस्को लीखत कागजपत्र खोजेको केहि पाइयेको छैन. येस् वीसयेमा हाम्रा ल्हासामा रहेका वकिललाई पनि लेखी पठायाको छु. कीसनसींको वयान तपायींकाहा पठाई दीयाको थीयें. त्यो वयान् हीजो अस्ति नै पठाउन आटेको थीयें तर कसैले सो पठाउन हुदैन भनि भनेको हुनाले १।२ दिन ढीलो हुन गयाको हो. तीनीहरूलाई मैले के भने भने हाकिमहरूले दोस्ताना देखायेनौ भने बृटिसले मात्र हामीउपर कसरी दोस्ती देखाउलान्. सावीक् नभयाको भनिमात्र १९ नाले कसरी कां होला. हामी उपर केहि वदनीयेत् भयाको भया हामीलाई बंदुक खजाना कीन दीन के भनि भने वाहापछीमात्र सो वयान् पठाउनामा मंजुर गरे
रजि– सो वयान पठाउनु हुन्न भनि कसले भनेका हुं
श्री ३– माफ राखनु होस्. तीनीहरूको नाउं म भंन चाहदीन
रजि– इडीया गभरमेन्टले तपायींको यो दोस्तीको काम् बढिया मानको छ
श्री ३– नीज कीसन्सिंको बयान् लिदा दस्तुर माफिक् बकपत्रै गराई लीनालाई सो गर्नाले आफ्नु दील खोली बयान नगर्ने हुनाले कुरा कहानीबाट नीजसंगको खवर लीयेको हो
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