आमा तिमी देवी नबन

मान्छेलाई पृथ्वीमा जन्म भगवानले दिए भनेर होला आमा तिमीलाई भगवान माने

तर आमा तिमी भगवान नबन, तिमी देवी नबन

तिमी पनि मान्छे नै हौ, तिमी मान्छे नै बन |

तिमीलाई सबैले मिलेर देवी बनाए, पुज्य बनाए, तिमीलाई स्तम्भ माथि लगेर राखे

यति माथि राखे कि तिमी तल हेर्न पनि डरायौ, ओर्लिन पनि सकेनौ

तिमीलाई त्याग र बलिदानको उदाहरण बनाए, निस्वार्थ र अविरल प्रेमको सगर बनाए

तिमीलाई ममताकी खानी र वंशकी जननी बनाए

तिम्रालागि कथा, कविता र श्लोक रचना गरे

तिमीलाई यिनै रचनामा रम्न सिकाए

यसमै रुमल्याए |

आमा तिमी कति सोझी छौ

तिमीले यिनीहरुको चलाखी नै बुझिनौ

तिमीलाई महान बनाएर आमा, यिनीहरु मान्छे बनिरहे

तिमीलाई त्याग र बलिदानमा अल्झाएर आफु सपना र रहर पुरा गरिरहे

तिमी मेरै सेरोफेरो घुमीरहँदा उनीहरु संसार घुमे

तिमी मलाई पछ्याई रहेऊ, उनीहरु आफ्नो लक्ष्य पछ्याईरहे

तिमीलाई आमा बनाएर महान, पुज्य बनाए |

तर आमा तिमी कति सोझी

तिमी आमा बन्न व्यस्त हुँदा तिमीलाई मान्छे बन्नै दिएनन्

तिम्रो सपना, इच्छा, लक्ष्य तिमीलाई छोड्न बाध्य बनाए

आमा तिमीलाई देवीको नामको मिठाई दिएर तिमीसँग तिम्रो जीवन जिउनुको मिठास नै खोसिदिए

तिमीलाई सबै दुख हाँसेर सहन सिकाए

तिमीलाई जननी भनेर अल्मल्याएर आमा, तिम्रो पालनहार आफु बनिदिए

तिमीलाई पुज्य बनाएर आमा आफु शक्तिशालि बनिदिए

तिमीलाई देवी बनाएर आमा तिम्रो सबै मानव अधिकार खोसिदिए

त्यसैले आमा तिमी देवी नबन

तिमी पनि आम मान्छे जस्तै आफ्नो सपना, इच्छा र लक्ष्यको पछि लाग

तिमीले मेरा लागि आफ्नो रहर, सपनाहरु मरेको देखेर म खुशी हुन्न आमा

मलाई यो भारा नबोकाऊ आमा !

आमा, तिमीलाई देवी बनाए

तर आमा तिमी देवी नबन

तिमी पनि मान्छे हौ, मान्छे नै बन

तिमी त्याग र बलिदानको उदाहरण नबन,

आफ्नो इच्छा, चाहना, सपना नमार,

मेरा लागी त नमार !

यसको अडियो सुन्नका लागी यो लिंकमा जानुहोस्: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_A7Icb433A

A walk down the memory lane - episode 2

When I see balloons, I go all childish. Even my friend comments me about my obsession with balloons. At the age of getting excited with new gadgets and latest fashion trends, I get excited by the sight of those lovely and colorful balloons. It is because those balloons touch a soft corner of my heart. They hold a special part of my life which is totally related to my childhood. It was my sister who, with HER obsession with balloons, instilled this feeling in me for those playful items. Balloons remind me of Dashain. As strange as it may seem, balloons were an integral part of our Dashain celebration. None of our Dashains were complete without balloons until my sister left the country. Ghatasthapana was the start of Dashain and balloons. The money we received from the ladies (mother, aunt and grandmother) of our house was all spent on the balloons of different color and structure. We were not allowed to keep money to ourselves and it was kind of a compulsion for us to buy a balloon with it. It was more like a tradition than compulsion and we wholeheartedly spent all those money on the colorful balloons. Even our parents were amazed at how many balloons we had at our home. There was this room, which was supposed to be filled with balloons by the end of the tenth day of Dashain. Round balloon, apple shaped balloon, heart shaped balloon, helium filled balloon, long stick like balloon, you name it and you would have found it in our room. It was like a balloon shop in itself. We were not to touch the balloon until the very last day. Whichever new shape/style balloon appeared on the mela was to be bought. It was the GOLDEN RULE. We were to buy the balloons of all styles, shapes, designs and possibly, all colors. All this was for one thing and only one: To take pictures with the balloons. As silly as it may sound, we actually did it and we did it every year for more than five years. It was an experience which I would like to relive. It might seem like craziness or even waste of money but it was a tradition which sadly, like many others, died along with time. There isn’t any room dedicated to balloons in our home anymore and neither do we buy balloons, except when it’s our kid sisters’ birthday or their demand. However, whenever I see a balloon, it becomes quite hard for me to resist the temptation of buying it and many times, I have ended up buying a balloon just for the sake of old times.

A walk down the memory lane

Festive season is on and with it comes memories, both good and bad. Everything related to holidays and festivals has something to offer. For me, this time, it was kites.

Seeing the kites soaring high on the sky reminds us that Dashain is at our doorstep. It is just a matter of time when we will be seeing people in new clothes with Tikas on their forehead and Jamara on head. But when I see the kites flying on the sky, I don’t remember Dashain but something else. Something wonderful and fun related to Dashain.

The most amazing thing during childhood that I miss the most these days is flying kites. Although I rarely held the Lattai, it was seeing all my brothers compete with the neighbors that gave me happiness. Flying wasn’t all that important but the pleasure of seeing your kite going higher than others’ was. It was pure moment of pleasure. Those were the days!

Every year, I see kites on the sky but I have noticed, sadly, that number of kites is decreasing every year. It’s like people are forgetting the pleasure they get by flying kites. It’s like they don’t enjoy it anymore or maybe it is just that they like sitting back and remembering the good old days rather than reliving the moment.

It was wonderful how we all used to come together at out terrace in the evening to fly kites. One of us held the kite while other readied the Lattai. It was usually our elder brothers who flew the kite first and we, children, found pleasure trying to locate and figure out how high the kite went. Also another interesting factor was the unspoken competition we had with our neighbors trying to cut each other’s kite or flying higher than each other.

I remember running around the house to find glue (cooked rice) to attach tail to the kite just so it would fly higher. I also remember trying to make my own kite using paper and bamboo sticks, although it never made it to the sky. Little things as such gave immense pleasure and sense of togetherness and bonding which I do miss these days. These days we don’t fly kites like we used to. These days we don’t run around house searching for glue or attaching longer tails to the kites. These days we don’t make paper kites neither we fight about who will hold the Lattai. These days, we have grown. We are more mature. We have found other ways of finding pleasure and ways of bonding. We have found other ways of sharing short and precious moments together. But it will never be the same.

Although the relationship and bonding is always present, it will not be similar to the joy we shared while flying kites. These will be different. Not the same moments of innocence where we silently competed with others together but it will be different. A sharing, nonetheless, but more conscious of what we do. These days, our ways of spending time and bonding has changed but the relationship remains the same, only stronger and deeper with time although awkward at moments.

However, given the choice, I would definitely like to try flying kites once again with all my four brothers and a sister, if only for the sake of old times, to relive the memories.