If I were a Prime Minister of My Country

How I wish I were the Prime Minister of my country! I have so many schemes in mind for the upliftment and development of my country. If I were the Prime Minister, I would put into practice all the following schemes. In the first place, my country is very poor. Millions of people live in extreme poverty. I would take all steps to do away with poverty. I would see to it that the poor were able to lead a decent life. They would not lack any of the necessities of life-food, clothing and shelter. I would also have schemes for the improvement of national health. Then my people would be happy and healthy. Another great drawback in our country is ignorance and illiteracy. Many people do not know how to read and write. I have plans to educate the people and make them responsible citizens. Next I, would impose heavy taxes on the rich and use the money to help the nation. It is not fair that a few rich people should live in luxury and the rest should be extremely poor. My aim is to do away with the great disparity in income that exists at present between the rich and the poor. I would severely punish those who take bribes or are black marketers. Corruption would be stamped out altogether. A problem which is neutralising all efforts to improve the standard of living of the masses is that of over population. In 1951 when the first census after the partition of the country was taken, population was somewhere about thirty five crores. But as General Smuts of South Africa contemptuously, though with some truth in it, remarked "Indians breed like rabbits." We have by now more than doubled the 1951 figure and there is no knowing what figure will replace this when we bid good bye to this century. Something urgent has to be done to arrest this alarming growth. It will be my first duty as Prime Minister to turn to this problem of population growth and tackle it on a war footing. Another aim of mine is to make our country self-sufficient and self-reliant. I know that we cannot rely on ourselves for everything. Yet I would make people realise that we should depend on ourselves as far as possible. Though I believe in peace and non-violence, I would strengthen my country's defense. We must be prepared to defend ourselves in case of foreign attack. I would have compulsory military training for all boys up to the age of twenty-one.' Then we will never be taken unawares. We will be able to meet and successfully repel all foreign attacks. I have many more plans for the development of my country. It is only lack of space that prevents me from mentioning them all here.

My First Day at College (Essay) for class XI

My First Day at College The rain was pounding against my window as I awoke at the 'ungodly' hour of seven thirty. It was bad enough that I had to be there for 9 AM. I felt so secure and warm wrapped up in my winter duvet. It was the best feeling in the world. As I finally dragged my self out of the comfort and security of my bed, I felt the cold as I rushed to get a shower. I didn't really want to go, but something inside me told me I should; it would be for the best. Today wasn't just my first day at college; it was the start of a journey. I arrived early, about eight thirty. I'll always remember that totally lost feeling. I felt as though I was in a jungle, a concrete jungle. The buildings were like the trees and the people were like the wild animals. The jungle seemed to be full of monkeys and other wild animals. All the wild animals seemed to know each other; I felt like I was invading their private space, like on one of those wildlife programs, where the monkeys just stare at the camera, as if to say, "get out of my space." I had friends, but they had got better SLC results, so they had got on a better course and didn't have to be at college till later on. I was scared. Somehow I found my way through the maze, which I knew at Saurya College. Reception seemed like a busy place, full of all the wild animals; everyone was standing away from the main desk. I asked the slithery snake behind the desk where new students needed to be. I was given directions to the drama hall. I passionately hated the word ‘new’ for many reasons, mainly because when people asked me what I was doing at college I would have to explain what the course was and it made me feel unintelligent. The other people on my course, the people who found the course difficult, only made this worse. As I walked in to the drama hall, I was nervous. These were the jungle animals I would spend the year with. I would have to make friends with them. They had split the room in half; the intermediate students were put on the left and the new students were put on the right….. (…. This is an example.. remaining you can add yourself.. :) )

Review of 'Loot' movie (For Class XI)

‘Loot‘ is a Nepali movie. It doesn’t cater the Bollywood flavor. Although the concept of item songs comes from Bollywood, and Loot has made a full use of it, that hasn’t ruined the Nepaliness in the movie. The item song ‘Udhreko Choli’ and it’s popularity has helped in the marketing of the movie. But, that is not the whole story.Simplicity in story, the style of story telling, better than average acting, no nonsense scenes in the movie are some of the positive aspects in ‘Loot’. ‘Loot‘ is a story of a character named Kale (Saugat Malla) who tries to earn a lot of money in a short time and escape from his poverty. The luxury life in Kathmandu city attracts him very much. With that motivation, he partnered with four other guys with similar dream of earning a lot of money. The group makes a plan to rob a bank in Kathmandu. While they were making a group plan, each of the other four guys was conspiring to take all the money. The story of the movie is simple but the screenplay is awesome. Nischal Basnet has written a realistic script portraying the young Nepali guys in Kathmandu. Those dialogues are so common in the streets (and, so uncommon in movies) that you feel like it is a first-hand experience of the characters. There is no such thing as, a strong female character, so most of the dialogues are male centric. Another good point of this movie is it’s item song performed by Sushma Karki. Other songs are average. The background score of Tshuji Karmacharya is average a.nd not to the par All the actors Saugat Malla, Karma, Dayahang Rai, Reecha Sharma, Srijana Subba,Sushma Karki, Prateek Raj Neupane, Sushil Raj Pandey have given a good and realistic performance. Saugat Malla’s performance can be considered the best. Dayahang Rai’s character is funny and entertains the viewers. Reecha Sharma’s short and sweet appearance is also good. The cinematography of Purshottam Pradhan is appreciable. Pradhan has captured the Kathmandu city and local areas flawlessly. The movie hence gives a rare glimpse of the real life style of Kathmandu and its corners. The climax of the movie however is somewhat low when compared to the flow of the movie. The movie retains the excitement from the start to the end of the movie, but the climax is not as good as expected to be. The producers Madhav Wagle and Narendra Maharjan have proved to be successful producers, yet again. Their movie ‘First Love‘ was also one of the hit movies last year and it is sure ‘Loot’ will follow suit. The movie ‘Loot’ is more likely to be liked by the teenagers and youths of Kathmandu city. Out of Kathmandu, although the rural audience might not appreciate the movie, teens will surely like it. Those looking for melo-drama or commercial actions or high class music would certainly be disappointed. Nischal Basnet should be appreciated for giving a good movie to Nepali movie industry. (By Raunak Niroula)

I Can Write the Saddest Lines Tonight

I can write the saddest lines tonight
The night is without you,
The space of the heart is emptied
Tonight the night is without you
And I can write the saddest lines tonight

I loved you and sometimes you loved me too,
There was no gap of love,
There were small fights
But I never left you
You sometimes left me.
But tonight I can write the saddest lines
As you have left me alone

We kissed under the sky,
The wind blew through those slight
Gap of our lips,
The river flowed beneath us.
We flew high with the falcon,
Sometimes we flew higher than that
I could compose the best melody that moment
But tonight I can write the saddest lines

Without you, the lips forget to smile,
The eyes cant dream, can't breathe with open heart
Without you I can only write the saddest lines
And tonight I am writing the saddest lines.

(A gentle tribute to Pablo Neruda)

I Have Written a Poem!

I have written a poem about him.

This poem has no poetic rhythm, rhyme
And metaphors just like his life.
It only talks about him and his life.
This poem talks about
How he every morning wakes up with hope of new life
And how he dies thousands times until dusk.

I have written a poem
That talks about how he was
Born with hopes and how he rears his sacred dreams;
And how with time, he dumps them somewhere,
How he accepts slavery; how he finds himself
In the land of Nowhere.

I have written a poem which
Talks about how that grown teen
Becomes matured in early age,
How he crosses the border
With dreams and how he
Gives up his dreams and
How he everyday bargains
Himself in strange market to be sold.

I have written a poem
That talks about the agony of him
To accept chauvinism; how his heart breaks into
Thousands pieces and how tears dry somewhere
Inside throat before they reach to his eyes;
And how those tears clutch his throat
And how he bears that endless pain.

I have written a poem
About his constant observation where
He sees everywhere people
Separated by huge walls to one another.
The walls of some rich, some powerful,
Some big, some small, some masters,
Some slaves, some commanders, some followers,
Some idols, some hypocrites, some gods, some prayers…..

I have written a poem
About his compulsion, his poverty,
His obligations, his destiny, his life.
The poem is full of frustrations, hatreds, abominations,
Meaninglessness and nothingness.
There is no melody, there is no rhythm,
No structure, no music just like his life..
Just like his life,
My poem is.
I have written a poem.

What is ‘Change’ then?

My close pals always ask me about how am I doing and what’s new in life. My customary reply will be ‘As usual, nothing new’. Once I wrote myself, ‘changing is a nature of nature’. Nothing remains the same in the world; everything changes physically chemically, biologically, ecologically, geographically, internally, externally and so on. A tiny baby’s tooth grows each second and so does its every cell of body. Every man loses his precious one hour of his age by every hour; earth moves thousands of miles away from its previous point in a minute; a baby inside a mother’s womb gets the form of child from nothing in nine months (in human case; animal’s case faster!), a man bids adieu to the world in no time; a dead man turns mummy with time; the mummy transformed into soil; soil into shrubs with time!

To move on without rest is Time’s religious duty and to be changed is of nature. There is no victory over them; the beautiful moments with Gopinis of Lord Krishna are now only a story; the ‘Agniparikshya’ of Sita is past; victory over Ravana by Ram is now a parable; Kuber’s richness is only a gossip; Helen’s beauty is just a simile now; Hercules’ strength is an icon now. Shakespeare is transformed into shrubs; Wordsworth’s heart does neither leap up nor can his eyes behold. Everyday and each second, I am being pushed to the death cave and I still am daring to utter, ‘As usual, nothing new’.

May be the truth is that I trust miracle; I want miraculous change in life! I can’t see the changes that are happening slowly in life. It may be because I want to wide open my eyes upon the drastic change that I expect to be called ‘change’. I ignored the fact that Trojan War was not over in one day like I read the book; Ravan didn’t get immortality boom from Lord Shiva in one hour but by his years of his prayers and hardships he went through. Buddha wasn’t enlightened as he ran out his palace but with the patience and continual learning for several years. I want change as a sudden lightening on earth and I ignore the fact that it took several hours inside the womb of sky to complete its processes for a lightening! I want to call ‘change’ to that change which occurs in a fragment of second; I want a baby to be a man in one day. Despite the truth when I look back my past and recollect my experiences for how much change I have been through, I see it happened with the phases of time but may be I want to shorten those memories and pretend that it happened once because past is playable, one can play his past how he likes; rewind, forward, next, previous, stop every button is available for past memories!

The current life is hell! Hell that I presume that is full with disgust, frustration, distortion, and longing habit for wonderful paradise. Paradise is always a future where people keep their sacred desires and dreams. People’s living is nothing but a Wait! They wait for the fulfillment of their dreams. I asked one day to a drunkard why he drinks so much, he replied he can’t wait, for him drinking is sleeping which shortens his time and takes him to the jaws of death soon. He argued that he is a virtual man with no sins, he did no cheating in his life, and he committed no forgery, rape, theft or murder! He was suffered from the fate and lost his family because of war. He wants to be there where his children are! Committing suicide is a sin so it is not his option! I am also lost in waiting… My nature, my principle, my idealisms are no use here like they were there. My beliefs and values are only a mockery here and usually ignored. I was born with principles, I used to think, and these would lead me to righteous path in future. I was reared with the hope of reaching to paradise by my firm beliefs and ideals’ aeroplane. I thought I was on a right plane. Like that drunkard, I did no sins (at least I tried), I did no wrong. But the present and present scenarios shake my firmness and cause an earthquake that my tower of ideals is about to fall. My tower is about to fall like a Sept. 11!

Yet, I am alive. Maybe somewhere an intangible thread of hope is there inside me. Maybe the ‘wait’ is everything here. May be I am about to change. Maybe……

Changes bring hope to the life. Change is nature of nature. That’s why, may be the hope inside me is not dead yet. Pandora opened her box and threw it on the air at last, may be that hope had made nest inside my heart …somewhere….

Still, changes I can’t see; newness I can’t see around. I have that problem that is of everyone being a human. I do not know what animals’ problems because I am human. I want to play flute like Krishna without learning; I want to be like Ram without 14 years of forest life; I want to be Buddha without leaving my palace; I want to get Helen without Trojan war; I want to be Shakespeare without his poverty; I want to be John Keats without his disease; I want to be perfect without practice; I want my life to be changed drastically into something else, right now!; I want miracles; I am waiting for it; I am lost on it! My hope gets murdered for a while…. I become hopeless when I am blindfolded by these lust, desires, unearthly truth, and bloody yearnings. Every day I am inviting my death, everyday I am walking towards my own grave, every second I am living like in hell.

I am taming ‘new-ness’ each day but I can’t see. I am walking with ‘change’ all day long, but I can’t feel its warmth. May be the truth is that Truth is only that which I can taste with my five sense of organs. Others are not!.....may be….

Poems

A Book of Happiness

I read you everyday
I adore you & keep you safe
In my heart.

You provide me knowledge,
You provide me strength
You are a light to the dark
You are a book of happiness
That provides me each day
Thousands reasons to smile.

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The Day I die

Agony, endless pain and infinite nuisance
The continual frustrations driving life to hell.
Each day I wake up, I ought to prepare the war
Against the entire world.

Living each instant of life amid the monsters
That stab me to hack my throat.
But still alive fighting…keeps on going till date.
Hoping, from the day I die, I will start to live.

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Love happens once

I loved you and yet I do,
Love happens once not hundred times.
I love you because I loved you
Ask me no reason why I love
I only know because I love you.

Though physical space apart you from me
Though you are clasped on somebody’s arm,
I can’t help stop loving you because
Love happens once not hundred times.


Diamond cuts Diamond

Diamond cuts diamond
Human makes human
Let’s experiment both.

Your soul whispers love
To my soul, we fly higher leaving earth below.
Tearing your chest and mine, lets wield
Two hearts into one.

Diamond cuts diamond
Love makes love
Lets experiment both.

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The Honest man

He doesn’t parade his pain,
He conceals his own secrets
Somewhere inside his heart
And exhibits his incessant smile
That heartens his buddies.

He is the merriest person
Whom people see rare
In their life. He gives hand
To everyone and He does
what makes other happy.

But not every people like him,
Some people scorn for
His loyalty, his honesty. Some
Get annoyed for his lonesome
Attitude. His bosses complain he
Bears no leadership quality.

No wonder, despite these,
He never forgets to wear his
Congenial smile that please
His pals and me in the deepest.

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Her First Baby

Blissful, blessed, most beautiful,
Delighted, pleased, harmonized.
The only smile makes feel of paradise.

Heavenly charm creates thousands of
Sensations to the beholders.
Acute happiness it generates to the holders
By only caressing it.

Heaven! Paradise!! Eden!!!
Oh! Its Godly smile makes everyone
To forget grief, sorrow & anguish
Embedded somewhere in their heart.

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I Don’t Know Why?

The wonderland comes in my dream,
I get mesmerized,
Feel so merry that the words are little rooms
To explain.

In the horizon of that land
The sun rises and makes the mountains
Gold, and slowly it turns into silver.
The folks get business in the field
They sow the diamonds of sweat
And believe one day it will turn into
The valuable treasure.
The tone of breeze produced by the green woods
Makes me restless,

And I jump boughs to boughs.
I reach to the head of the green hill
And see ……oh my god!
So beautiful scenario of my country!

The dream, I want never end,
But I don’t know why it comes to an end,
Compels me to think for hours,
But at of sudden I remember,
I am now sold, not to my mother
But to the master
Who plays me as if a baby plays with its doll!

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Corrupted Mind ( I )

I am very clever;
I am very special one created by God,
I am the one in billion;

I talk; people listen.
I modify the truth; people believe.
I am undefeatable;
I born to win;
I see life as a game;
I am the captain.

I speak; lies turn into truth,
I stand; people stare me,
I am their idol.

I never think wrong;
I am intelligent;
I start from where people give up,
I am very wise;
I am very special created by God,
I know everything;
I am the one in trillion.

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