Thursday, April 30, 2015

Fighting Death, April 26

(After experiencing a massive earthquake of 7.8 magnitude and numerous aftershocks,I wrote this article within the tent I was residing in.)

The ghosts of death are flirting with us. We are trying to run away from it. Every single inch of us still wants to live even though life has always been a tear machine.We try to live so hard. But every other day, we choose death to life, we choose beds to table, tv to real world. Is it only the death we are scared of or is it the absence of life? Is it the trauma calling death which makes our bones creek like a cascade or is it the fact that death is the final whistle.

I feel like I am writing my own death note right now. Just when we thought we had conquered every last inch of nature, the nature has given us a bitter reply to each of us that we are her children and it has always been this way.

Some of the old folks said it was the god. Science says it was the tectonic plates. The angels of death are roaming around each of us. Each single moment we breathe, could be our last. The air which enters our lungs could be the last wisp of breath we can ever have. The buildings collapsed like cards in front of us.

We desperately hope that our bones and muscles are stronger than those cement and bricks. We hope that there are many sunrises waiting for us. We hope that we will be able to tell our grandchildren how me it through. We hope that this nightmare tomorrow after it is over will give us a glimpse of hope and courage instead of mourns. We hope that we will be able to cheat death, and we desperately hope that every single moment thereafter we will keep on choosing life over death. We hope nature will have mercy on its children.
-Samrat Babu Koirala(3:56 PM, 26th April 2015)

Saturday, January 24, 2015

The Final Prayer

That night when the stars bled breaking the clouds into my holy soul,
My soul dyed hazy brown from bright red,
I remember whispering some prayers unto the unknown,
But it echoed back, bruised and broken

My shivering teeth clattering with the taste of blood on my tongue,
Like the glue holding my pieces are vanishing, just tired of holding the things that can't be held,
My cells falling apart like a deck of falling cards,
The light falling on pupils like a whip, sun crawling my spine like shadows,

And you are up there shouting the slogans of justice?
Smiling with a victor's delight like a slave owner smiles on seeing his slaves,
Claiming yourself to be my saviour, when you've always brought destruction,
You have always been an assasin, heaven must be filled with blood,
Bleeding with the throats of those calling your name, by the thin thread connecting you and them,
When you were too busy spinning your web,
Delighted with your strength, mad with your power,
Looking at the white flags of your children, calling it a victory

Your lungs habituated at inhaling sulphur, 
Your heart that drinks blood,
Your eyes that see clearer only on fogs,
Your hands that produce clings of metal even with skin,
And you call yourself the symbol of justice?

Yes, yes I offer flowers in your face in the temple,
Not as a prayer any longer god!
But because I've been taught to offer flowers to the dead!!

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Hide And Seek

"I've spent ages hoping for sun to forget to comeback, hoping for moon to win a battle, hoping that the pores in the sky will not heal back so that stars can still reside on them."

Its 5 AM and people are now switching the lights on. The sun must be tying its shoe laces. The moon seems pretty tired from signaling the sailors the proper way, of radiating poems for poets, of providing romantic stuffs for lovers, dictating time to some cave men out there. The roosters signal  their lungs to be ready. The plants are all ready for the sunlight and their chlorophyll is warming up. They are all prepared. They are all ready. For them its new start.

But for me, the rays of sun on pupils does not fall like feathers. It falls like jail bars. The sun crawls on my back leaving me more colder than the freezing cold of the night. Take me back to the time when moon resides, back to the time when its dark. Coz for me, its not a new start, they are still moving. They are moving more quicker than ever and things tend to fall apart in the presence of light. In the dark I am all alone and I feel safe when I am alone, the ghosts hunt on days in crowds, not when you're alone and not at nights. The ghost does not live inside the bed, nor does it live inside the head, it lives somewhere in the crowd hidden and appears all of the sudden somewhere in the laughter of the class when I say the wrong answer, somewhere in unanswered text messages, somewhere during the movies when I realize its not her warm hand I am holding onto but the damn popcorn, somewhere in the newsfeed when I realize I wasn't called in one of my friend's birthdays. I've spent ages hoping for sun to forget to comeback, hoping for moon to win a battle, hoping that the pores in the sky will not heal back so that stars can still reside on them.

But then again, how can I wish for something new when my fists have always been closed like a frozen cascade refusing to get opened and I am out there still asking for something to hold on to, when the truth is that my hands have always been full. Full with all the gutter I want to get rid of, full of all the people I don't like, full of memories I want to erase, full of wrinkled jammed bones I wanna move. I want my hands to be free, free like the wings of birds when they fly, free like the butterfly is free from being caterpillar after ages in the suffocating cocoon, free like the hand of the painter moves on the canvas, free, free!!

So, no I am no longer looking at my calender like time bombs made from the gutter I've collected which I want to get rid of. I've always been so busy with filling things that I've forgotten to get rid of the dust formed occasionally which now is suffocating me. Its time to loosen up and let things go. So ring up the sun, will you? Yes, now I am ready!!

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Meat Is NOT Murder

"….. So vegetarians, it makes you the looters, the burglars, who demand for justice. You are the thieves who preach morality. You become the jailors in the black and white stripes preaching justice. You are two faced people who with one face are grinning on seeing the material you are eager to loot and with other face you are shouting the slogans of equality and moral codes. Your one hand is busy stealing and your other hand holds flag of justice."

"Having meat of others as food just to satisfy your belly is inhuman", said my delusional vegetarian friend. But how is it inhuman when this is what we humans have been doing since the time we came into existence?

Just like these feminists preaching feminism outside BICC hall at the time of beauty contests, these so called animal lovers, they never say anything about meat except in Dashain. That’s when they preach us about non violence and make us meat lovers feel like some monsters.
But we are not monsters. These people who call themselves animal lovers are actually the ones who are against them. Because if it was not for us non vegetarians, the chickens and goats would have become dinosaurs way way ago. The entire purpose of raising these animals is meat and when one preaches against meat then they are actually preaching against the animals themselves. I can bet that if red deer could be reared and we could have their meat by law, their number would increase drastically.

And aren't you the ones saying all life forms are equal? Then well stand on your principles. Let calf have the milk of her mother, let honey bees have their honey back, stop using lipsticks (FYI they come from cattle), stop using shaving creams, don't keep the food in refrigerators and keep them outside so that bacteria and fungi can flourish. Just because plants cant scream does not mean eating them is justifiable. They are just as equal life forms. So stop them too and well, DIE in starvation.

Just because we can, what right does it give us to take life of another innocent creature? Well, same right which all the omnivorous organisms have. They are our food. And you cannot ask us to give up our food. You don't go after bears or squirrels or foxes saying, to stop eating them because they can live on the plants too. Do you? Then why is it so horrible and monstrous when all we are having is our food. 

Just because you don’t eat them, does not mean you are the moral ones and we are the inhuman evil people. I cannot  put it in simpler way than this, "we are having food." (tastier one than you are). And no, it is absolutely not monstrous to eat them. And even if it is, then you are exactly as much guilty as we are. Because by the assumption that if all the domesticated animals are freed, then so should their land be returned to them because one way or another the world was entirely theirs before we came. So it makes you the looters of their food, of their homes, the burglars who demand for justice. It makes you the criminals who cry for equality. You become the thieves who preach morality. You become the jailors in the black and white stripes preaching justice. You are the two faced people who with one face are grinning on seeing the material you are so eager to loot and with other face you are shouting the slogans of equality, freedom and moral codes. Your one hand is busy stealing and your other hand holds flag of justice. Dear vegetarians, how is that better?

So, yes I eat meat. And no, I am not even 1% guilty of having my food. I refuse to believe that existence is an act of crime. I refuse to believe that having your food is an act of guilt, just as I refuse to be guilty of consuming oxygen. My existence is not something I can be guilty of and so neither am I guilty of having food to keep on surviving. As easy as that!! If having fish by bear, meat by squirrel when they could be surviving on the plant products does not make them monsters, then well neither am I. I am just having my food like my great great grandfather did by hunting. So, dear vegetarians who think themselves to have the moral standards of mount Everest, see to your sides my friend, I am also right there. My morality is just as high as yours.

(And dear vegetarians, your taste buds know nothing.)

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Tearing Down The Cocoon

"Look into my eyes and tell me you love me, till our shadows look a little longer in the falling sun that the white doves in their nest start to envy us."

Hold me; till your heart beat and mine sound together in resonance, till my pulse find a way in your veins like a wandering child finally reaching home. Look into my eyes and tell me you love me, till our shadows look a little longer in the falling sun that the white doves in their nest start to envy us. Kiss me; at the tip of my tongue so that the blisters from praying to god feel like they were not in vain. Lend me a hand and pick me up, and don't let me go and tell me there are no reasons to have bruises in the knee cap anymore, tell me my prayers have been answered.

Take me; to the horizon where the sun smiles and meets the moon. Together we will make them jealous. I will tell you all my secrets while counting the stars in your eyes. Let the sun and moon feel left out for a while, for the radiance from your eyes are more than enough to guide me through the darkest moments. Touch me, till all my nerves whisper your name, till the air in the lungs sing your song. It took me so long to understand that the pain which cannot be confessed are the hardest to heal. So heal me and touch me gently till I turn blue. We will sing the notes under the tree and add a life to the old man in the hill who has given up that love still exists in this world.

Because you, baby, you are a drop of crystal in this world of mess which has lost its clarity. You are the prayer in my lips at night when the wounds resurrect. You, you are the temple in my soul where I pray with the thousand bells ringing at once. The masterpiece in my canvas. The poem in my mind. The notes in my silence. The music in my bones.

So today let me swallow my pride and let me tell you that I need you. Like that little girl next door needs her teddy bear. I am tired of galvanizing my heart. I am breaking the pattern now . I've removed the layers and I've carved your name on my heart. So come and claim me. I am all yours. 

Saturday, September 6, 2014

The Shadows Of Unknown

"You are whispering some prayers but the god never listened to you, why would he listen now?"

It is 11:57 in the night and the demons have started crawling in your veins like terrorists making their way through a secret tunnel in the dark; one by one, slowly poisoning your blood. Your shadows seem more real than your face. Your face melts like ripe apple melts on being kept in an acid.

Your mother warned you there are no ghosts but no, the journey from your room to bathroom feels like it has been ambushed by the bombs that could shatter your atoms to all the dimensions possible. Your friend had told you how his friends saw something on the dark alley burning at the middle of a night. Your chemistry teacher taught you it is phosphorus that burns at night but, it does not take a genius to see something outside burning so bright that hurts the pupils. You try to close your eyes but the light is approaching you and amazingly you who used to get scared of dark finds yourself getting scared of light. You try to run but the trembling bones, they don't support the motion. The ligaments under your skin have given up the hopes like they are waiting to be crushed by an unknown force which you are sure is stronger than a thousand suns. You think you hear someone laughing, you think you hear someone crying. Your senses like a pendulum clock are dangling from bad to worse. You tell them to stop but they are traitors, they don't listen to you any longer. You are whispering some prayers but the god never listened to you, why would he listen now?

The light outside your window is coming closer. You are sweating every ounce of water you had drank in your life, you might not have tears to cry if the evil could be manipulated with sentiments. You try to stop them, but your skin, your skin feels like an inflated balloon penetrated with a thousand speeding bullets, any attempt to stop the spill would be absurd. The light comes closer. You see he is wearing a hat. It must be a human. But all the murderers in the movies wear hat. Now you wonder if you want that hat figure to be a murderer or a ghost.

All your problems suddenly disappear now. Jasmine has been ignoring you for like a month and you think she likes the new guy from another section more than you. It does not matter. Your father has been drinking a lot and talking loudly. It does not matter. Your teacher today insulted you on your face and everybody laughed. It does not matter. You failed the last test and your family does not even know about it. It does not matter.

The hat figure is three footsteps away from where you can identify him from your window. And now your lungs are giving up. You are hoping this is a hallucination but the clock earlier showed 11:57 and now it is 11:59. It can't be a hallucination. Two steps left. It could be a watchman. Yes, definitely watchman. But he went to his house in village after his mother died. No, not the watchman. Now you are disintegrating in pieces and your brain is ready for one last guess. No name strikes your mind. You call it quits. You inhale wondering if this set of air reaching your lungs would ever make its way back to your throat. You still want it to be a dream.

Final step. You can identify him now. You never liked your friends playing pranks but right now you desperately hope it is them or it is a dream. But it is neither. You see him. And the first thing that hits your mind is that it is over. His head looks like that of a lizard with a hat on. His tongue is rather long and seems to be soaked in glue, his saliva is mixed with blood. He has a broad chest with scales. His feet are stout and large and his soles are gigantic with many toes. You tried to count the toes but lost the count after thirteen.

He looks at you straight in the eyes and says, "You just scrolled and did not hit "like" on your newsfeed on the post on September 13 about me in your facebook. Remember?" Would you laugh? 

Friday, September 5, 2014

The "U" Turn Their Atoms Took

Look into my eyes and tell me you weren't hurt. Tell me you didn't think of them as monsters. With them laughing so loud that your cry for help seemed like just another reason to laugh, tell me it didn't make you cry louder. With the volcanoes bursting in your vein, with your bones trembling in front of you disobeying your orders to stand still; one more breath please, stand still please, that day you'd called your god traitors for they had given birth to look alike demons who you'd hoped you'd never have to see them wandering through your dorm rooms like they own you, like your flesh was their property, like your bones were meant to be dissolved with their words of hatred that could leave the god trembling watching their sons strangling their brother's throat.

That day you sat in solitude cursing yourself for breathing in the thin air which walled you from them, that thin air which marked the territory of your tears trying to reach the ocean and their laughter so loud they could crash the bells of temples, leave them down to ground and destroy every evidence that something even lived there. Their words leaving your soul like Hiroshma and Nagashaki, you wondered if green would ever appear out of the desert they had created. Do you remember?

Do you remember the talks to your mother where you were crushed like an empty can, but you held yourself together; those five minutes, those five minutes where you acted so strong, those five minutes when the strength of your veins were tested like a tsunami testing the strength of a dam that is hollow inside, just waiting to be broken. Please don't rupture now, two more minutes to go. "I am fine mother." Lies. No you weren't. You reminded yourself to inhale again and then you wondered if it was even worth it. The journey of the air from your throat to the lungs felt like it would take forever. The sky didn't fill with colors and the rainbows looked like the work of devil painting from his crayons dipped in blood. We are all atoms bound together with a glue which you had discovered that day could be easily washed away with hatred. And your eyes saw yourself in the floor shattered into so many pieces you wondered if it was worth collecting it again only to be broken by the first words uttered by the masters wandering around your room with the sound of their boots so loud that could easily silence your soul.

But a year later, today the hate has metamorphosized you to the exact person who you'd raised your voice against. You've waged war against your own soul. You've handed John 19, Jack 21 and Lisa 20 with antidepressants Desvenlafaxine, Levomilnacipran. It's funny how your atoms took a complete U turn in three sixty five days. Just because you were robbed does not give you any right to pull the trigger on the innocents. My delusional friend, I hope you find your way back.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Diary Of 4th September 2014

4th September, Thursday Morning 8 AM

When I was thirteen, I had a crush on a girl from school. My best friend gave me an advice, "Samrat, play hard to get buddy. Nobody likes cheap stuffs." I thought, the man has point. I played hard to get. She ended up with him instead. That bastard played politics on me.

When I was fourteen, a new cute girl made an entry on school. My another friend told me he had crush on her. I also had a secret crush on her. I tried to eliminate the competition and gave the same advice to him which my traitor friend had earlier given me. But she somehow liked the way he acted and they ended up together. And the universe did its wicked politics yet again over me and I ended up becoming a cupid instead.

At fifteen a girl who had never talked to me came to me when I was sitting all alone waiting for my turn of batting in the school yard. "I know we haven't talked before and this is going to sound awkward", she said..My heart started racing so fast, I swear if I had let it haul free, it would cross the equator twice.."There is nothing to feel awkward when you let your soul speak, there can never be anything more pristine than that", I said the creepiest line I ever said in my entire life (That's not true, I've said other loads of creepy lines ..but anyways).."Umm what's the phone of Pradeep? I kind of like him", she said.. Burn!! Burn!! Burn!!! "Yeah..he does not have a phone" "Well, Can you give him this letter?" I should have given that moron's number, I thought. I do gym everyday and lift like 20 kg weight like its nothing (That again is not true. If you have seen me, I look like a person suffering from marasmus and kwarshiorkar combined) but that fucking letter which she asked me to carry which probably weighed like 10 grams was one of the heaviest thing I ever lifted. And again the wicked universe made me a sad cupid.

At sixteen and half, I met this girl. I counted the petals. They gave me a green sign. We chatted for a while, she gave me green sign. His brother happened to read her chat logs with me, he gave me the middle finger sign. But the lovers aren't afraid I thought. That was until I knew his brother was a real don. But love is complete madness I thought again. If I leave her, I may break her heart, but if I don't that bastard is going to break my bones. As it turned out I guess I loved my ribs more than I loved her. "Coward", she yelled.."Thanks dude", my vertebral columns replied.

But I guess it all happens for a reason. I am dating a new girl these days. And I am going out with her today for a movie. She is the one who gave me a perfect reason why things never worked out between others. One who taught me that the walk through the tunnel is dark and scary but when the light comes then it is all worth it.

4th September, Thursday 8 PM
What the fuck did that bitch mean, when she said, "Samrat, you are so sweet. You are like my younger brother!!"

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Why The Big Bang Theory Sucks??

Big bang theory is an overrated, non funny, boring and sucky tv series. Everything about the show is simply wrong. I know most of you are fans of that ridiculous and non funny show. I actually find it funny that how the show is not funny at all. Here are four MAIN reasons why the show is horrible. I said, "main" because if you count all, there are like a billion reasons why this show sucks. But these are the top ones:

1. The Background laugh 
What the hell is the problem with the editors? After everything and I mean literally, everything, they play the track, "HAHHA"..Someone looks at other and comes the laugh track  "HAHAHA"..It's like saying, "hey idiots, it's time to laugh, why are you sitting idle, laugh". The show is shot in front of live audience but the track they play is not from the live shot. Yes, there is background laugh even in the epic series, "FRIENDS" but they are right bang at the time and also, they are of the live audience only. But in Big Bang Theory, the annoying laugh track makes me want to punch myself on my ears so that  I can free my ears from the tragedy of listening to them. Play them after you say a joke. Not 20 minutes before the real joke. The show is just full of laugh tracks and no laugh by the people who should laugh.

2. The Pirated Jokes
When it comes to jokes and humor, the show is bankrupt. There are no jokes. Only background laughs. And even if there are, almost all the jokes are the copied ones. Even "Sheldon's Spot" is copied from Friends, where Joey Tribbiani says, "Rosetta (his chair) does not move. That chair is equidistant from the bathroom, from kitchen, and you don't need to strain your eyes while watching TV". I mean the main joke of the show itself is copied without a slightest hesitation. It's just a shame on the show!! "I love you" said Ross, 'Thank You" said Emily" in FRIENDS. ."I love you" said Leonard and "Thank you" said Penny in The Big Bang Theory. There are just tons and tons of scenes, which if I keep on writing here will occupy a lot and lot of space. It hurts me, it physically hurts me, you know to know that the show is getting credit for all the things it didn't deserve. The damn writers should be sued. And upon that the way they want to make its viewers laugh is the same. Aren't we all tired of the same thing, that one of those four boys say something about science in a long sentence and there is a pause for a while which is obviously filled with the annoying backround laugh where people are laughing as cheering as if someone put a gun on their head and said, 'Laugh bitches, laugh' and Penny says, "What?" and again the same story with the background laugh. The show is like (A+B)2. The same formula, again and again and again. Well, bite me!!

3. The Characters And Couples
The only character I liked was Howard and now they have made him marry with a weird girl with a weird name "Burneddate"; whose pitch of speaking is higher than a mosquito. Howard's mother used to be funny. But now, god isn't it getting enough already? I mean she even shouts in the wedding of her son and does not come nearby. Like common? what is wrong with the show!! And Raj? He can't talk to girls but after having a drink he can, and after a break up he does not even need drink to talk to them. Ahh nonsense and more nonsense. And Sheldon? God!! Sheldon is the most irritating character in tv series. Knocking on door saying, "Penny, Penny, Penny" in the all series and almost all episodes? The joke bag of writers seems to be filled with crap. Sheldon- Amy? Ah isn't that the most irritating and weird and not in a good way, but 'I want to bang my head and destroy my laptop my throwing it off Mount Everest" way!! And Penny? Her acting is the exact replica of Jennifer Ainston's acting as Rachel in Friends. Her expression with mouth, gestures. They are all just the same. The set is just overcrowded and all the people who were never required in the first place, it makes me suffocate.

4. Wrong Depiction Of Nerds
The show is about nerds. But those characters, do they really represent nerds? I myself consider myself a kind of nerd and trust me, in my high school, my class was all full of nerds. The way they show nerd shows how the writers and the directors have absolutely no idea, that we are not living in 1950s anymore. Someone please hand them the calendar. I mean the bath curtains are made of periodic table, the comics, ahh..The T-shirts that has a robot in it or with sth said like Heisenberg proability, like common!! And upon that the way Sheldon speaks. He gets nuts when his haircut gets delayed by a day. What are they trying to show? And for god's shake, the way Sheldon speaks, Do nerds speak like that? I don't know why people find that funny. An alien is more believable figure than Sheldon. Sheldon is like hundred percent irritating and zero percent funny.

So, All in all, The Big Bang Theory is highly mundane, overrated, moronic, crappy show about smart people which is watched by dumb viewers who find it funny when they cannot understand what the smart characters are saying, filled with ridiculous laugh tracks, unreal characters, pirated jokes from the amazing series and thinks itself to be the best. When I watch it, I can feel my brain cells committing suicide one by one!!

Friday, April 11, 2014

People's Representative??Really??

"The air I breathe is doped with Carbon of your Mercedes, the air you breathe is purified by air freshener of your AC adding the spice of your flavor. Your shoes boast pitch roads, my slippers cries mud. Your black suit speaks the vulgar language which my cheap t-shirt will never understand. Under your pillow is the bundle of money, under my pillow is photograph of my brother who was killed in your people's movement."

I live in this world where one has to burn candles in night due to shortage of power in the nation. You live in the world where the wires never know what it is to run out of electronic beams.
It is steamy 46 degree in my house. There is a gentle breeze of 22 degree in your guest room singing the song of your triumph of your election results.

In my world, people ride in a congested micro getting stuck in traffic jam at every blink of the eyes. In your world, you ride in your cozy Mercedes guarded by at least five other vans clearing other innocent vehicles with the loud sirens boasting your arrival.

In my world, if people don't work for five days, they don't have enough to eat. In your world, you don't make constitution for five years; you get salary, you get government privileges, you travel in black suits as if you are the atlas of the world.

And How do you even dare to call yourself my representative?

The air I breathe is doped with Carbon of your Mercedes, the air you breathe is purified by air freshener of your AC adding the spice of your flavor. The water I drink is from the filter stored in an old plastic bottle of coke, the water you drink is the nascent water coming out of sealed bottle of mineral water. Your shoes boast pitch roads, my slippers cries mud. Your black suit speaks the vulgar language which my cheap t-shirt will never understand. Under your pillow is the bundle of money, under my pillow is photograph of my brother who was killed in your people's movement.

The old man beside my house, he still has a black stain on his nails. He still hopes that his son will not have to work in the Arab anymore, that his daughter would not sell her body to the strangers anymore, that his grandchildren can go to school, yes the same in which your son goes too. He still remembers the speech you told during the elections. But do you?

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