Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Arjun's Path: A Rebel's Journey (Story of Transformation 25)

Spooky summer on the horizon I’m gazing at 
from my window into the streets 
That’s where it’s going to be where everyone is 
walking around, looking around out in the open 
suspecting each other’s heart to open fire 
all over the streets 
                              like streets you read about every day 
who are the network we travel through on the way to the center 
which is energy filling life 
and bursting with joy all over the screen 
                                                             I can’t sit still any longer! 
-          Extracted from "Revolution" by Anne Waldman

I can’t sit still any longer. There are few who can so proudly but at the same time benevolently come upfront and share that they can’t sit still any longer to all the negative energies surging around. It’s extremely difficult to be fierce and at the same time forgiving. I always try to find a balance between these two natures within me and have found out that it’s a challenging task. However, there are some people who have been able to carry both these qualities within themselves and project it even in the most difficult situation. Amazingly, I do have them in my friend’s book even among those few. Undoubtedly, it’s none other than Arjun Kumar Acharya whom I met seven years ago.

Arjun Kumar Acharya
Born and brought up in Bhojpur, a remote village of eastern mountain region of Nepal, 30 years Arjun has gone through the oddest phases of life which I bet only handful of us have gone through. When he goes back to his childhood days, it’s only the pain and sufferings he can remember. Lack of awareness among people, discrimination, lack of education and health facilities were the issues that he had to face along with his folks.

Arjun reflects, “The condition of my village was really frustrating. Having to face all those problems, I was already turning a rebel. I wanted to be a change.” That drive for social change was the triggering factor that led him to choose the struggling life as a Maoist cadre in his tender age of 16. Being influenced by the philosophical speeches and beautiful dreams of Naya Nepal (New Nepal), he along with 12 other friends joined the rebel force.

Arjun still gets goose bumps when he recalls the second day as a cadre, “We were attacked by Nepal Army and with no any knowledge of how to save ourselves, I ran through the alleys and terrains for several hours and finally when I realized I was safe, my legs and knees started to hurt with the wounds that he had got when we were fleeing. I hadn’t imagined war would be so frightful.”

When he revealed this, I asked him, “Didn’t you feel like leaving the movement after that incident?”
“I was highly driven by the thought that I would be of some help for my country. Several other tragic incidences befell even after them but leaving the movement never came on my mind. I was there during the war and till today I abide by the philosophy of Maoist”, shared Arjun. Working as a cadre, he learned about the other bitter realities of societies, the injustice people are compelled to live with and it made him recognize the importance of youths to join the politics. Then, it also led to a turning point in his life when he got an opportunity to get involved in the radio station run by Maoist “Radio Janagadatantra”. Then, slowly he started writing in Maoist’s weekly newspapers and after the peace process, he stated his career as a journalist.

Arjun inspires me with his several traits. He mentored me while I was working as a journalist and what I really like about him is that he is never judgmental and frustrated. Even when it comes to the issues of his background, he acknowledges the opinion people have towards him and he tries his best to never let his philosophy and life come in his work. Now, the Executive Editor of “Janabidroha Daily” and Page Layout Designer of “Nagarik Dainik Purbeli” has indulged himself into the revolution of agriculture of Nepal through “Mukti Krishi Co-operatives”

When he reminiscences those days of civil war, he thinks whatever happened then, it was good for that time being but things have changed now and a peaceful approach are to be considered. He shares, “Now, it’s the youth who need to work in the development of Nepal and thus, I am trying best from my side.”

I can imagine how his life had been when he had to face all those turmoil. Yes, his life hadn’t really been a red carpet walk and here in these few hundred words I can only relay some few experiences and what he has transformed into from what he was but behind those there are definitely the painful emotions, the tears, the hard choices and the difficult steps he had to undertake. 

To conclude our conversation, I asked him a final question, “What is life for you?”


He answered, “Life is experience. Life is truth. Life is struggle. Life is occasion.”

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

सायद तिमीलाई नि !

बाटो मोडिएपछि छुट्एिका;
यी तिम्रा र मेरा पाईलाहरुले
सायद, एक अर्कालाई कहिले पछ्याउने छैनन् । 
त्यही पनि आश्चर्य लाग्छ,
मेरा कानमा अझै पनि तिम्रा 
पदचाप गुञ्जीन्छन् 
सायद तिमीलाई नि यस्तै हुदो हो । 

साथ छोडिएपछि अब
तिम्रा र मेरा हातहरु
एकअर्काका साहारा कहिले नहुदाहुन्
तर म छक्क पर्छु!
तिम्रो स्पर्शको न्यानोपन 
म अझै नि महशुस गर्छु
सायद तिमीलाई नि यस्तै हुदो हो । 

Friday, November 11, 2016

कस्तो कस्तो ?


खै कस्तो कस्तो ?
केही भएर नि नभए जस्तो
पाएर नि नपाए जस्तो
बोलेर नि नबोले जस्तो

कति विचित्रको हाम्रो सम्बन्ध ?
नभेटे नि भेटेजस्तो
नसोचे नि सोचेजस्तो
नहेरे नि हेरेजस्तो

सायद कल्पनामै त छ आनन्द;
टाडिएनि नजिकिएजस्तो
भुलेनि नभुलेजस्तो
हारेनि जितेजस्तो






Thursday, November 10, 2016

सपना



सोच्छु कहिले काही 
तिम्रो अंगालोमा बाधिउ, 
माया पिरतीका मीठा मीठा कुरा गरौं
तिमीसंग मज्जाले धक फुकाएर हासौं । 

अनि त्यसबिचमा आउछ अर्को सोच
तिम्रो र मेरो सपनाहरुको 
जो नदिका दुई किनारझै कहिले नमिल्ने छन् । 
सपनाहरु कै त अर्थ छ यहां 
त्यसैले तिम्रो सामिप्यताभन्दा 
मेरा सपना नै प्यारा छन् मलाई 

अनि फेरी आउछ अर्को सोच
तिम्रो अंगालो पनि त एउटा सपना नै हो
त्यही भएर त त्यो मीठो छ 
एकदमै मीठो  । 

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Trodden Self

Confused between the thin lines
Lingering on the thoughts of disguise
I question, " What to be" and "What not to be"
Started a journey, thousand miles long
I have stuck here on the crossroads and paused
My head forbids me to stop, 
asks me to resume and walk nonstop
Then, my heart starts thudding
requests me to take a turn
I can't be so mean and stubborn.
Brain punches my emotion
Feelings kick my rational. 
Then, my wounded soul bellows.
"Poor me!"
I stand here shaken and trodden:
trapped in between the junctions undecided.