Reviving theater,reviving art

Today I went to watch the play “Oedipus Rex” being staged at Gurukul at Old-Baneshwor . I can say literally the theater house was over-capacity. People every where, tight in benches and all over the floor. It was the 21st repetition of the play in a row today but it seemed not so. Most of them were students (95%). The crowd was amazingly enthusiastic . This isn’t the face of the youth i ever imagined, getting into plays and enjoying the stages. But today it forced me to rethink something. Is it because the stage artists have excelled in their performance over years or we are becoming connoisseurs ? Both, in my sense. There’s no denial that our perception towards art and life is changing. I have never been to a movie hall for a normal show but i like visiting gurukul. Its not that i dont like movies, its just that i dont like the ambience of a movie hall. For me gurukul is more welcoming and the art of stage play is something i really really appreciate. Now that i visit Gurukul often, i even more appreciate it. Art has no prototype or stereotype. Its the beauty of this art that every genuine creation is beautiful . Gurukul is serving best to breathe life into stage plays. Its not only helping plays but also art to be a part of every commoners life. And i am eagerly looking forward to seeing another play being staged there. Long live theater ,long live gurukul !!

Except for mondays each week, Oedipus Rex will be staged till Shrawan 14th

Ebbing Strength

Amid tranquility , sharp noise pitching with
increasing suffocation,
blurred senses,
blissful solitude

The solitude thickening with
ever-present confusion,
conscious emptiness,
regretful presence.

The presence weakening with
paralyzed creativity ,
misguiding innocence,
collapsing aspirations.

The aspirations dying with
seasoned blunders,
heaping failures ,
and escaping success.

Deathly death

When i am dead
ordeals may make you red,
but not a tear shall i shed,
because its death pain,
only such pain which onlookers feel all
but the sufferer none.

Sweet Tweet

World, far way from being a global village, is more a computer now . You can confine the world into that 15″ lcd of yours. And the social networks are playing inarguably big role to make this happen. The death of MJ spread so fast because “they found it all over facebook and twitter“…nothing strange about this. It seems that the whole world tweets now. Well , i too do .Twitter for me is like a mini blog. The daily events that touch your life deserve none better place than twitter. Its short, concise, interesting, smart and above all most regular, you post on a daily basis. Being able to convey precisely in 140 character or less is making me more eloquent. All into surplus that i am being a twitizen. ( hehe..these new words being coined are really interesting and funny ). Not to forget, the twitter page is so light and aesthetically pleasing ( those birds and whales look so delicate ) It loads easily even when your internet connection is slow . So once i get the internet anywhere, i dont miss to tweet. Its becoming sort of addiction round the globe. The twitter curiosity is ever increasing. An estimated 40 million are using twitter ( this is not authentic, just a rough estimate ), and i am one among that sea. So, fellas i might just tweet about this post i just wrote,howz that ?

Keeping busy with no job

Its strange sometimes that even in sheer pressure you can actually perform calm and composed. Take today. Literally, I had no time for anything. I was supposed to be rushing and make people rush too. Next,I have to prepare for assessments and to tell you its one of the toughest subjects of this semester and today i did officially turn the first page. I woke up not so early, usually these times i am very very early to bed and not so early to rise ( will this practice keep me healthy wealthy and wise ? ) So the time i woke up i realised that today wont be “the day” i actually planned yesterday. Still, no worries. I cut short the “to do list “. And my my my..i get lot of time spare on the day i was supposed to pout and pant and huff and puff. Good god. Since my eyes are playing a prank on me at the nick of time, i decide i wont do the reading for tomorrow’s paper. Umm… its little unfair, my sixth sense fore-tells , so i turn the first page . But here i am to cope with this “ratyeuli” music from the next block , that madal is making people thump and tap, but hell me, i am getting irritated. Better than losing temper ( you know , temper kills your cells and neurons, and i want neither, i want all of them intact ), i tried to sleep for some time with cotton buds on my ear. Thankfully, those oldies’ melodies didnt pierce my cotton buds. I slept. And now i’ve woken up and am busy with this LCD . The curtailed tasks and assessments havent reached my mind any time before unless it was for this post. Since i’ve edited my “to do” list ,it now has nothing listed as “to be done” nor anything as ” done “. So these hours to follow are all mine….and its hard time deciding whether i should see that movie in dvd buwa gave to me or…….join for once that “ratyeuli ” throng (nah ! that’s not my cup of tea) or stretch my legs outside for cool evening breeze …and oh yes , i can also skim through that course book for tomorrow. Anyway and anyhow, time rolls on its own , keeping me busy throughout the day without a job

What Next ?

The country is sweltering in tropical heat. The farm is drying up. We are expecting monsoon which is unlikely for a couple of days more. So, seems that the dry spell will dehydrate us to the last drop of blood. Inflation is just too much to bear up with. The political situation is such that it will give all of us diarrhoea. It is so shitty. Is being born a Nepali a curse ? I dont see no way out. Its always back to square one. To aggravate this , my assessments are queuing up and i dont feel like studying at all. And i am just so fed up with everything, i want to get on a world tour all my life, how does that sound ? I know it sounds like i am afflicted, does it not ? Whatever…

Generation next

Once people reach middle age, they start talking about the next generation, either because of envy or because of the disapproval of the life style of generation next. This has been a way of life, they cant remain without complaining and without comparing too. When they compare us with them we find them moon-struck, and when we do the same with our succeeding generation, we will be categorized as that same. It has been this way and will continue to be. The transition is a big leap, difficult to digest easily. So, this gap between the generations will never die-out. I can myself feel that gap between the 3-year-old me. He is so unlike me, i can feel that in his every steps. This is progression, i presume. And also nothing can ever be the same, if we are like them, then where is the variety to spice up the life. But this transition makes us feel the void in our life like it does in our preceding generation seeing us. Being like the generation next someday is just a forlorn wish. So, this disadvantage makes them complain. Despite knowing that this has been a chord of conflict between parents n children in families, this generation gap will always exist. However, the age gap demarcating two generations is shortening, it has almost reduced to a decade or so these days or even less. Dont you people think so ?

Fairness factor

In south asian region fairness has always been linked with beauty, especially when it comes to analyzing beauty in girls.But, this fairness discussion might just add fuel to the fire when beauty is sought in “skin-deep” terms.  Nevertheless, beauty hasn’t always successfully been described as only skin-deep. So, people want to look good and try their best to look good . This is no new fact, the up-soaring sales of beauty products , luxury items and the ever changing fashion statement says it all. These days almost all beauty products’ and even toilet-soaps’ advertisement claim instant fairness. And if anything promises what you are after desperately, what do you do ? Simple, isn’t it. Go buy that thing. This is how smart companies have been out-smarting people.What is even more smarter of these companies is that they have flaw-less models and beauties selling their products. These companies pay huge amount for a minute of their lies and replinish their own stock fom each dime of these common believers.Fairness products now even scale fairness, like your weight you can specify your fairness ,not in kg though but in some degree. Watch tv for an hour and you will lose count of how many things showed up there promishing fairness just in days. They have a variety of people to offer their service, not a single one is missed out : men, women, children, teens, dry skin, rough skin, sensitive skin, dark skin, blah blah blah…What on earth is this ?This , i reckon, is completely against consumer laws, what cant be given shouldn’t promished in the name of publicity.

According to science, fairness is a factor controlled by the genes in our  body like intelligence height and rest. Skin color is multiple gene or polygenic inheritance which means the variation is continuous over a wide range . This means  two people having same color tan is very less likely ( this is accounted to environmental factor too in addition to inheritance ) .Second comes environment in determining the skin colour of individual. According to the weather condition, the amount of radiation we are exposed to,the moisture our skin can retain plus other conditional factors, skin color is specific to an individual. And using any other artificial tool to change your skin color is not only harmful but also against laws of nature. The skin color provides protection to the body cells more than it does  enhance or deteriorate your beauty. When out on sun, your skin poduces more melanin to protect the skin from harmful uv radiations which on the other hand darkens the skin. This is the natural law. Being fair is no big accomplishment. And these flamboyant ads are encouraging fairness-complex in society. I strongly detest these ads and am against the fairness-complex they intend to promote.

Zeroth Law of Exam-o-dynamics

This is the proof of zeroth law of exam-o-dynamics.So, u read hard and yet you fail is the long proven law.

Memories remain

Angel !
many cried when you died .
Tears dry each passing second ,
and you get livelier moment by moment ,
loud-loud voice ,
and big-big gray eyes ,
i bid you good-byes

My grandma died this sunday morning peacefully . This is dedicated to her posthumously.