Mero Some collection

Amnesia

A sound from some kind of device lying beside me woke me up. I took a quick breath and waited for few seconds for my vision to get clear. But as the vision got clear; I was surprised to see that I actually didn’t knew where I was. I’ve never been in this place before, never seen the canvas, an oil painting of a rather beautiful lady hanging in front of me, never ever in my life I had been in this place before. I walked up the window and looked outside, not surprisingly it was just a new place for me, beautiful but never seen.

I was really getting frightened now, so I drank some water from the glass that was silently standing on the table, like he was waiting for me to pick him up and drink the water. It was clod, almost as if someone had just poured it in from a bottle that came directly from the deep freezer. I walked towards a door, which I thought was the door to the bathroom, and the first time today I was right. I walked in and I saw someone inside, I was shocked, who is this?? And, what is he doing in my bathroom? May be not mine but one of the bathroom inside the room that I just woke up. And as I was about to speak to that man I’ve never seen in my life, who was inside the bathroom, I realized something unusual, and this time my brains were all over the floor. I wasn’t looking at someone, I was looking at the mirror, and not only I couldn’t figure out where I was, I had completely forgotten who I was. I had never seen that face before, I tried to remember who I was and I realized that I don’t even know my name…

Microbiology Practical exam!

As usual remember yourself standing outside the laboratory nervous as hell not because you think you’ll get low marks but freaked out because all you know about the subject that you are appearing in is the spelling of the subject and you’re appearing in it. You can imagine yourself to be the red faced guy with a book in hand who’s not exactly reading it! But is turning whatever page the other fellows are talking about. Then you think to yourself; god!! Exam sarye ni hunthyo!! “Sare ta sure padhtheye” all you get is a laugh from those nerds surrounding you who know everything but they don’t; and they strictly do not know anything…that is why the add a paper…15 min after the exam starts… then come the “Khadus miss haru” Timi haru le apron, marker, admit card layeko cha ki chiana? Apron layera admit card haat la liera line basne!! Question paper liney!! Ani start the exam and stop talking. At this point, I know you don’t want that to happen and yet you have to do it…you select one of the question paper and according to Newton’s third law of motion, as soon as you read the question and you throw out your reaction there’s a equal but opposite reaction and the question silently says “You’re fucked” with a smile…
Then you enter the lab!! Without a single idea of how are you going to do those things that are on the question paper?? There are something that you’ve never seen in you life before!! And just as you thought you could sneak in some cheats and books….the khadus teacher comes to you and takes away you cheat and at this moment its equal to you underwear!! Now you are figuratively naked…you take your seat!! Then you see a nerd sitting behind you and you ask him/her “timi lai aaucha” he says “kei aaudaina yar, thie pani hamro set nai alag alag cha” then you are fucked x 2 times… you start to curse your self for not opening the damn book for last 1 mths!! That you have and you curse your self for all those time wasting!!!! Chay pasal ma gareko hawa guff!! “aja ta ghar gaera sure padhchu ko guff” and everything you’ve done…at the time you cant do anything… then…you are compelled to talk with a “Girl” I repeat a girl!! That you have never talked to, in fact never seen in the college…and asks her!! “oe timi le 2 no. garyo!! And only if the luck wants you to get fucked more than x 3 will the girl say “no” but if 2 is your threshold!! Then!! Finally its your day!! And guess what!! You just attempted all the question and while you were keeping the test tubes proudly in the incubator…she’s still writing and you think to yourself???? What the hell is she writing? Just like I’m thinking now!! What the hell am I writing?

Sonnet:01 For I thought the love I loved shall be mine

For I thought the love I loved shall be mine 

She with the stone heart was the one to deny  

A heart so pure inside, a man so fine  

Words speaks beauty and truth, not, never lie 

To change the thoughts, inside the one I loved

 Took time so long, that passes along now 

I was the one without an aim, so robbed 

The words are gone, so is she, so the vow  

Yet a day may come, for me to smile 

And her shadows sheltering me to death 

Words shall be spoken more clearly for while  

Not trust game of time, not to hold the breath 

But this heart will never let you go, dear 

Until I have some, breath left to spear

The imagination of contemporary poet

For years the way goes north  

And turns away till its round 

Thousand of hundreds it may take 

For the right word to be found 

It comes to a master piece  

And the world will cherish his memories  

The years may change so may the seasons 

Leaves may die, get a new life, and fill out the naked trees 

Yet he smiles his way in the white floor With his dynamic thoughts and hands 

For it may be just a while Until again he joins his fellow sands

A bystander

A bystander in one of the busiest bus stop of the city, all of sudden pulled my shirt and asked me "What is Life". I tried to ignore him, pretended doing something on my Ipod and letting him know that I was busy with "something" and totally not interested to answer his question. But once again he did the same and asked the same question and nothing more. I had to answer him to get rid of him. I turned off my Ipod and thought for a while. It was already a hectic day and now some unknown guy was asking me the question, for which I didn’t have any answer at that instant. All the running from the morning, the burning tyres and tear gases had made my day something near to awful and now. I had to answer what is life. I thought of leaving but I was in no mood to walk not even up to the next stop. I will answer him and get rid of him. All I could think about was the black smoke blocking the time of Ghantaghar and the eagles flying above the Rani Pokhari. I looked around as if I was searching for the answer around the wall of Durbar High School but all I got was stare from one of the greatest poet of Nepal Bhanu Bhakta Achayra. I don’t know how long I took, but all I could answer was I don’t know. Then lady came and asked me, where are all the buses? Thank god I said to myself and told her that because of the clashes in front of the college they were stuck in traffic jam. Oh god!! Why on earth do they have to do this each and everyday? Again I was left with no answer. If she had stopped for a while and asked me where I study then she would have asked for a reason why do they have to do that everyday but seems like she was pissed as much as I was and had no intention of eating my head in middle of the day in a "Bus station" with no buses not even the likes of bicycles. Now again I was left with the man who I suppose was drunk as hell and kicked out of his office or even his house. Once again he asked me the same question pulling my shirt. I don’t think you heard me the second time but I don’t know the answer and I'm in no mood of answering that right now. Why don’t you go to some busy place where you can get yourself a crowd and have different opinion and chose the best one out, and if you have any other question as well. All of sudden he started to talk, My wife, she just died of some disease that I couldn’t understand. He pulled something out of the bag and handed it to me. I thought to myself, not interested huh? Sometime in life you just have to be interested even if you don’t want to. It was some kind of paper, like a hospital receipt, which read "Bir Hospital" at the top. It was like some kind of bible in there, oh dear god she was sick. There were things that I didn’t get as well first a doctors hand writing and the there were diseases I never dreamed to hear of. Being a student of science I knew that she had some kind of lungs disease there were words like alveoli bronchioles which I had heard of. And word Emphysema was written more than twice and was circled more than one. I had never heard the word till that day but now I know that it means loss of elastic fibers around alveoli which causes their over inflation. And then I assume she died of lung cancer there were words something like sarcoma which meant cancer. I never thought how to react after I complete reading the paper he handed to me. Now I was there I was sure she died of cancer and what should I say now. I handed the paper back to her and 1st time today he said sorry for bothering me, which I didn’t, wanted to hear, I would have a few moments ago but now? I said that I was sorry as well for not responding to his question, who would have answered that anyway? Until and unless it's in front of camera or some national television program. There was a moment of pause and I wanted to get out of there, but now I couldn’t. I was really troubled at that time. The clashes seemed like they were never going to end and the "Bus" was never going to come and the guy beside me was never going to stop talking.Again he broke the silence, It was three months ago that I first came to Kathmandu with my wife. She have had the pain for more than a year but, the place where I come from, I was told that it was nothing just the cold she was suffering from. The health post, which is almost as store room where compounder's as we call him there visited us as tourists. I had to do something about her, she used to cry every night with pain and I had promised to keep her healthy and happy forever and I had to keep the vows. I just didn’t know how. Then the only option I had was to bring her here. I arranged some money and came here but, the amount that I brought was a needle in a haystack in this place. I thought I'd be back before I knew and I wont need more money but. And now I know that even if I had it wouldn’t have matter. They say it can't be cured. "Cancer Vanda Rahechan babu teslai sabai lai lancha re nagarib na dhani". I could see the tears shinning, and ready to fall. Two years ago my mother died of diarrhea. I couldn’t do anything at time and again I couldn’t do anything. The tragedy of death isn’t the death itself but its watching someone die in front of you and you can't do anything. I don’t know there wasn’t much in my life before and now ill get on the bus and go home and there wont be much but I have to live with the fact there's no one with me and I've got nothing.
Theoretically I don’t see the reason to live and practically I just can't die. Last night I saw my wife burning in front of my eyes I remembered how we met, our marriage and everything we had dreamed of and before I had remembered everything the woman I loved and who loved me so much and was with me the day before was already turned into ashes and the priest was cleaning up the ashes. Now today the dream has shattered into billion pieces and I just can't find the proper way to make it one again. I don’t have a house to live in, I don’t have a family and above all I don't have money, I don’t know how am I going to pay the person I took the loan from. I even don’t know how I'm going to get on the bus. I had no idea of what to do next. I just had around 90 rupees and I offered to him but he refused to take it. I already have a lot of loan to pay I can’t take that anymore. I don’t know, I guess he didn’t want the money and he just wanted to speak his heart out but I might have mistaken him, and I suppose he felt ashamed and refused to take him, as he looked like he made the story for that. Now it got even more awkward. I'm once again sorry to have bothered you but I just wanted to talk with someone. I just said, I'm not bothered and I'm sorry as well for ignoring you before and for your loss. The man said nothing about that, he said look at that tire burning, and that is what reminded me of her. What is life then? Same thing happens when you burn a tire and a person, you just end of in ashes.
What exactly do we live for and for what reason do we die for? I asked you what life is; because I really want to know what life is, I wish I could ask this to the god himself but I guess that would take sometime and I wanted to know. What is he talking about? He was talking about something but my mind turned to something else for a moment, police were running towards me and agitators were throwing stones and whatever they found. I had to find a safe place.I walked pass the police and stayed behind them for a moment, they controlled the place of course for a while but before there were stones flying in the sky I was home already. I searched for that guy but he was gone. I don’t know where he went and how? But… I still don’t know what happened back there but, he asked me what life is just because he saw a tire burning which he compared with her wife burning? And what's wrong with me? I still can't answer that question. Is there really no answer or? It's just me who doesn’t have an answer. If I'll ever find that guy …yeah I'll ask him what life is!!! Now like he said I too want to know what life is.