Thursday, June 20, 2019

कृतज्ञता

जिन्दगी छ र त दुनिया देख्न पाइयो ।
चेतना छ र त केही शब्द लेख्‍न पाइयो ।।

पसिना र रगतले यो जेथा जोडे होलान् ।
पुर्खाले दिएरै त आफ्नै थलो टेक्न पाइयो ।।

ज्ञानको सानै भएपनि दियो बलेकै रहेछ ।
त्यसैको उज्यालोले अज्ञान छेक्न पाइयो ।।

एक्लै आइयो जानु एक्लै छ थाहा छैन कता ।
बास बसुन्जेल अनेक मनीषी भेट्न पाइयो ।।

हिऊँको पानी, वनको हावा, फाँटको अन्न ।
स्वर्ग झैं भूमिमा तिर्खा, वुभुक्षा मेट्न पाइयो ।।

आखाँ पाइएछ बाहिरी र केही भित्री पनि ।
सृष्टिका नवरङ्गी छटा बुझ्‍न र हेर्न पाइयो ।।

मायालुको माया, हितैषीको शुभ कामना ।
स्वर्गीय प्रसादले जीवन मस्त सेक्न पाइयो ।।

थाहा छैन यात्रा कहाँ र कहिले सम्म छ ।
खुशी छ, अर्को सुनौलो दिन देख्‍न पाइयो ।।

धन्य मेरा सर्जक अझै पसिना बगाउँदैछन्  ।
त्यही बलमा जान्ने भै कविता कोर्न पाइयो ।।

सपना छ उपरान्तमा मात्र मुठ्ठिभरले पनि ।
भनुन् असल थियो त्यो, बोल्न र भेट्न पाइयो ।।

कृतज्ञता छ जीवन प्रति र जीवन दिने प्रति ।
एउटा सिंगो अस्तित्वलाई समेट्न पाइयो ।।

जिन्दगी छ र त दुनिया देख्न पाइयो ।
चेतना छ र त केही शब्द लेख्‍न पाइयो ।।

विहिबार ०५ आषाढ २०७६ (विहिबार २० जून २०१९)

Monday, June 3, 2019

Mob Rule

Logic works when two people sit down and talk. Logic works when a group of people talk as equals on a shared topic. Logic works when one person talks and others listen. Logic works when everyone in conversation appreciate the same logic or connect to the logic being used. 

But all that breaks when logics do not match or when the person involved in conversation cannot connect with the logic. Logic completely breaks down when a large group of people tries to talk down a smaller group or a single individual. There, the brute force of mob rules. Whichever logic the mob has undertaken, be it right or wrong, prevails for the moment. Totally feasible logic may be useless. Totally absurd logic may be the best tool. 

Mob also involves a lot of people talking at the same time. It is like the denial of service attack on the perception capacity of the listener. The listener is overwhelmed by the sheer flow of opinions and ideas coming towards her or him. Many points are thrown before she readies her answer or response. As a result, the responder becomes confused and cannot tackle the barrage correctly. If that escalates, the responder becomes totally unable to handle the tirade of remarks. 


With such potent power to silence an otherwise competent and capable responder, the mob revels in its triumph. Each individual may feel awkward internally but still the mob feels triumphant. 


Each individual member of the mob hence convinces himself of his perceived victory and relishes the share of the group victory. 

No wonder the groups, factions, unions, collective bargaining units the world over use this methodology to drive those points, make the opponent bow down even to unjustifiable demands. The only answer is excessive force which is not tenable in modern free societies. As a result, till the individual potential member of the mob does not develop the maturity of logic and pragmatism, mob rule is bound to continue thriving. 

Monday, 03 June 2019

Sunday, June 2, 2019

Those Were The Times

Those were the times when the world was one.
I was one of the world but the worry was none.

Those were the days when every day was fun.
Did not need any specific day for celebration.

Those were the hours that flew by like seconds.
Ages flew by while I was in heavenly lands.

Those were the people who smiled & beamed.
Every face, every race effused love, no hatred.

No worry, no hurry, pure and unguarded energy.
No tension, excitement and enthusiasm in synergy.

Chirp of bird, rustle of leaf, smell of rain
Nature nurtured in every color my nascent brain.

Played with the dust, inhaled gusty aromatic air
Joined hands with pals, dashed here and there.

Was slapped, smacked, made to walk on knees
Being punished was joyful, hit me again please

Kerosene lamp, dark nights, pungent air filling lungs
Patchy clothes, torn books, melodious sweet songs

So much have passed before my eyes, now getting blurred
Still, those golden moments keep me up and spurred

Alas the time does not go back, else I would fly thither
Still, the sweet old memories keep me going hither.

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