मुक्तक

अरुबाटै भए पनि रमाउँदै तिम्ले – सिउँदोभरि रातो सिन्दुर ला’को हेर्न मन छ ।

मदनले मुनालाई दिए भन्दा पनि – तिम्ले अझै धेरै माया पा’को हेर्न मन छ … ।

अझै पनि तड्पीरा’छु तिम्रै खुशी हेर्नलाई – धेरै भयो तिम्रो ओठमा मुस्कान नदेखेको

आत्महत्या गर्या झुठो हल्ला फैलाएर – एकै पटक तिमी खुशी भा’को हेर्न मन छ ।  😂


Research Finalized – Forschung beendet

[ Blog by Anja Schmidt, a masters student from University of Copenhagen, Denmark who was in Nepal for her research. We (me, Muna Sharma and Kripa Pokhrel) had assisted her for the research as well for the language. I have translated her German language blog with the help of Google Translate and posted here. You can find the original version here: https://anjanepal.wordpress.com/2016/05/12/research-finalized-forschung-beendet/ ]

Hello dear friends, 

After 3 weeks of hard research, I am back from Pokhara. Even if I had in the time access to the net, it has not yet submitted to upload pictures or blogposts. But for now 🙂

On April 18, we are re-started, in a jeep, which has cost us a fortune. The ride was the same rafting experience as before, with the exception of one thing! The road was built, so we were (naturally without signage only by grapevine) redirected through the river basin and uh yes the river just 😉I’ve never been so happy with four-wheel drive, which I can tell you. So we did not get stuck, the driver was so chilled that he joked one joke after another and just before the huge storm and thunderstorm we landed in Baluwa.We have thankfully also found a good homestay and ate again with the old woman, who has already hosted us on our last trip. “Ama, tharkari Denus na 🙂ra torre daal!” 😀My Nepali enough now so far that I can order food without problems (vegetables and some daal). When I talk about vegetables, it is not like tomatoes, cucumbers, broccoli, zucchini, etc., it consists almost 80% potatoes and then either peas or spinach (chick peas, green peas) and if you are lucky, Okra, green Beans, cabbage or cauliflower. But since the season is not the best, it was mostly the first.

imageIn Baluwa, we were able to quickly dig the few households and get all the data so that we are back up to Jhawa after 4 days. On the way we met a few guys we already knew from previous interviews. They have played in the mountain river and have climbed a cherry tree up and down to get the cherries from the top branches. Man, man, because I have become a bit nostalgic, with the exception that they were 200x better climber than I did 😀A boy has then also gedrück me a handful of cherries in the hand! Yes, fruits for eating!

In Jhawa everything has remained so far, except that Aunti has her daughter with baby there. The little one is so sweet-naturally I can not remember the name, so it was great again that all of them just called Nani! Little Nani was the sweetest girl ever, screamed at the oil massage, and slept otherwise;) On one of our days off, Aunti took the chance to put me in a sari, give me a tika, put on her jewelery and so on Neighbors! The white girl in a sari! It was pretty funny, Praerana attracted me and it had to of course the pictures are taken 🙂Tadaaa I in Sari:

image  And then it went on up and down the mountain, the households with children, which we had in the database. Can be funny, but is usually exhausting, especially if one must realize that felt half of the people have moved away. The earthquake has left a serious mark. The beautiful houses were all made of earthquake, and the higher we got, the worse it became. Therefore, most of the people live in zinc bins without electricity (only a few solar cells on the roof for light in the evening and mobile phone charging) and really only inadequate water. As already mentioned in the morning and evening max 2 h. And we had sometimes really bad luck that the water was less than an hour on. The drought at the time is really bad, affects the harvest and indeed extremely on the water supply. There was hardly any rain in the time we were there, and the midday heat had half killed us. (Try to be in a corrugated hut at over 30 degrees-this is like a saunagang only without cooling possibility)😉

For those who can not imagine really what we do all day because there, here’s a sample daily schedule:
5:00 rising and morning rituals
6-6: 30 Breakfast (mostly Roti – fried flatbread with vegetables) 6:30 To our households with children: we have questionnaires for the children between 8-14 years and also for a family member (mostly the mother), in addition we measure the children (weight, size, mittoberarm circumference), because I make statements about the nutritional state would like. The balance was there mostly the big highlight for almost any … When can one here otherwise times its weight measure 🙂
11:00 Lunch (exception Daal Bhat: Lentil soup with felt a kilo of rice 😉and vegetables and sometimes Achar – pickled vegetables or leafy vegetables (horseradish, spinach, Gandruk, tomatoes)
11: 30-15: 00 recess, it’s very hot and there are no children at home now, during the holidays because they are in the woods, or help in the field and are in school just in school
15 : 00-19: to make 00 again from to households and try interviews
19:30 dinner (exception Daal Bhat said I night no more rice eaten have, so to speak Daal and vegetables for me)
21:00 bedtime

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We did not only do interviews / surveys, but also focus group discussions or with the children. In contrast to Praerana, unfortunately, I could not conduct informal conversations. So, unfortunately, if you do not speak the language. But then I concentrated more on the observation. 2 interviews I could lead and I hope that still some follow with NGOs.

In the evenings it was not boring, because a few others were also there. Researchers and Ingeneers. With which I’ve then in the evening times local alcohol approves 😀rice uh well I do not know exactly. Neither proper wine, nor clear! The whole cup full, over 30% … wuhu I would not have watched, then it would have quickly turned 3. If they drink, then right! Well, was not quite my taste, but at least tried😉

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Unfortunately this time the disease did not spoil us. First, it caught Muna and was so bad that she had to go back to Popkhara. Typhoid as a diagnosis, but thank God she is now well again. A new interpreter could come to thank God, Kripa, and we were all happy, otherwise we would have had to spend much longer in the field. Unfortunately Praerana was afterwards with illness and also that was no better and she is to Kathmandu to her family. And there it was only 3. Aditya, Kripa and I – last men standing.
Haha, we thought at least … .the day we were at 3000m altitude, I’ve got a fever attack, of course, and my runny nose has not made breathing easier. It was pretty cold up there and a shack made of corrugated iron and the toilet outside, making the location not really a health environment 😉well, the next day after Lame for 4 hours (with paracetamol is everything) and back to Jhawa 2h. One of the Homestay owners has pressed me a plant to help to Aryuveda. All right, bring it on, so can not hurt 😉what can I say, I was dead after the trip and really had to stay in bed. My two assistants have done great work in the time and have continued without me. Without the two I would probably not yet down.
The health post in Jhawa gave me then still offered blood to take off, but when I saw the room, which is about as clean as a workshop, I have rejected and that now in Pokhara afterwards fetched. Apart from a bad cold and a parasite I’m getting a rough ride 😉So all again OK and I could for the first time today again go jogging.

The farewell to Aunti, the neighbors and children was sad despite everything. Aunti has every vice depends on us a prayer shawl and Tika added, symbolizing luck on our way 🙂group picture, press and then off you go to Pokhara!

imageSo here I am, enjoying the diverse food – by 95% Daal Bhat and 5% Roti – I could not wait to eat a few fruits and to polish off some spaghetti 😀Next, the data is sorted and some pre-analyzed before I 10 days disappear to yoga and then (FINALLY) Anne comes 🙂
I hope you are all well and the sun and heat has now arrived in Europe! Take care of yourselves!

See you soon, Your Anja

Then Joonkiree decided to fly !

I turned into a fidget when my parents told me that I was going away from home for further studies. I stayed here with my grandfather and grandmother, my dad and mom and my brother and sister for all those twelve years. How cozy our home is!

Early in the morning, as soon as I get up, grandmother would give me a glass of hot milk and I would drink it sitting by the side of the fire place. I would do my homeworks then. Whenever I had a problem, there would be my dad to help me with a genial smile on his face. Grandmother would prepare such a delicious breakfast for me. After breakfast, I would catch my dad’s hands and go to school. I would go and report him directly if anybody inflicts pain on me. Then he would go and scold them caressing my hair. I would feel safe and happy then.

After school, I would catch the hands of my elder brother and sister, one on each side, as dad would stay for some extra classes after school. When I reached home, either grandmother or mom would serve snacks again. Fried rice or Milk and leftover rice or Roti or Makai bhatmas would be our snacks. Sometimes, there would even be my favorite snacks Boke Puwa, a special type of Puwa my priest grandfather used to bring whenever he goes to perform some rites. If I wanted more, my siblings would not hesitate to give their share to me. Grandmother would suggest me to go to play with friends then. We would play Dandibiyo, Marble, Hide and seek and Police and Cops till evening. If it got too dark my brother would come looking for me and I would go home with him. Mom would ask how the day was, what I learned at school today, what I ate after school, what I played with friends in the evening, if I squabbled or fought with them – everything since morning till evening. After dinner, I would cuddle my grandfather and ask him to tell a story. Sometimes I would fall asleep before he ended the story and the next day I would ask him to repeat the story from the previous day. Continue reading

मुक्तक

विद्रोहको आगो बल्दा फूटपाथ तिरै हुन्छु

बिजयको उत्सव चल्दा फूटपाथ तिरै हुन्छु

कुनै वादको अन्धभक्त नहुँदाको परिणाम होला

जुनै सरकार बन्दा / ढल्दा फूटपाथ तिरै हुन्छु                                       ६ १९ २०७३

After reading The Kite Runner

This is neither a criticism nor an admiration. Questions got implanted on my head while reading the story, hoping they would be answered by the end of the novel but didn’t.

Firstly, Ali did not seem to be irritated being in Amir’s (Baba’s) house anywhere in the story. Secondly, the author has portrayed Hassan as a strong, self-reliant guy who does not easily get disappointed. Why Hassan so easily confessed the stealing of the watch and money even though he was not the convict. Was it because only Hassan got tired of Amir’s behavior towards him that led both of them to leave the house? Or had Ali also wanted to leave the house? Baba was always loyal to Ali, more loyal to Hassan. He had behaved to Hassan in a way not less than his own son. He had threatened his own son Amir when he had asked Baba if he had ever thought of getting new servants in the house. But, had Ali also really wanted to leave the house? Shouldn’t Ali have scolded his son and told the truth to his “brother like ‘Baba’” instead? I didn’t see any reason for Ali to leave the house. Maybe that was the plight of being a Hazara, not being able to speak to the Pashtun master then.

Later in Peshawar, Rahim Khan revealed that Ali was sterile. Perhaps Ali should also have known that, as his first wife gave three daughters to another man with whom she eloped. Did he become happy or sad when Hassan was born? Or, how did he feel? Why didn’t the author describe the feelings of Ali at Hassan’s birth?

Was it only Rahim Khan’s inference that Hassan was Amir’s half-brother or he really was? If the soldier at the military barrack near Istiqlal Middle School was true at what he had said, how can we be sure that Hassan was Amir’s half-brother? Could not he be the soldier’s son instead? Amir had also heard the soldier’s words. Maybe Baba was on the illusion that Hassan was his son as he was oblivious to the fact that Sanaubar, Ali’s second wife, had physical contact with the soldier. So might be the case with Rahim Khan. Didn’t Amir ever think about it?  He blindly believed what Rahim Khan told.

The ending is really impressive. “It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn’t make everything alright. It didn’t make anything alright. A tiny thing…” But that tiny thing in Shorab’s face made the author run with a swarm of screaming children with ineffable happiness.

Published in Annanote: Online English Edition of Annapurna Post Daily

http://annapurnapost.com/annanote/news/2660/Unanswered-Questions-in-‘The-Kite-Runner (Friday, Dec 23, 2016)

Opportunistic Patriotism?

Are you #ProudToBeNepali? Are you a Nepali patriot? Probably you are.

No, no. Certainly, you are.

But, how do I believe that you are a true patriot?

Oh yes, there are certain means of verification nowadays to prove it.

Are you cycling these days? Do you use #ProudToBeNepali and #BackOffIndia hashtags with your facebook and twitter posts? Did you tweet and retweet #BackOffIndia some weeks ago? Did you #DonateOilToIndianEmbassy?

You might be doing or have done some or all of these things, right? If yes, then you are a great patriot.

But, my dear compatriots, do you think that the abovementioned activities are sufficient to prove that you are a patriot? What is the difference between your patriotism and that of those who cycle throughout their life? Do you think you are a patriot just because you organize and attend cycle rallies only when the nation is facing acute fuel shortage?

Those Pakistani, who helped trend #BackOffIndia worldwide in twitter, are they Nepali patriots? Certainly, not.  Then you are thinking you are a patriot just because you tweeted and retweeted #BackOffIndia?

I know you are #ProudToBeNepali. Yeah, me too. But do you know, each Indian is proud to be Indian, each Chinese is proud to be Chinese, each Pakistani is proud to be Pakistani, each Afghan is proud to be Afghan. Probably, each Syrian is proud to be Syrian. They are bound to flee just because of the heartless terrorists. Then what is the greatness in being #ProudToBeNepali?

I don’t mean to say it is wrong to ride a bicycle. I am not, in any way, trying to prove that you are not a patriot. It’s ok to ride a bicycle. It’s ok to tweet and retweet #BackOffIndia. It’s ok to #DonateOilToIndianEmbassy. It’s ok to be #ProudToBeNepali. But, these are not sufficient to make our country self-reliant and prosperous. They are Madheshi people who mostly use bicycles. What if they call you an ‘opportunist patriot’ who cycles only when there is fuel crisis. Yes, I agree, these all can create pressure to end the difficult situation for a short time. But none of these activities help to make the nation self-dependent in the long run.

What is the use of blaming the government for not providing employment opportunities leaving your own farmland fallow in the village? That will be true patriotism, for now, if you produce enough crops to suffice your family but not if you just earn enough money to buy what you need for your family.

As the adage goes, “Actions speak more than words.” It is time to ‘speak more than words’ and help to uplift the nation from this transition.

If you believe the abovementioned activities only are sufficient to show you as a true patriot, my question would be – “Had India not been imposing the blockade, how would you be proving yourself as a patriot?”