Words from Diary

                                                                                                            

Words taken from  the diary Dated 30^th July, 2013

On 20^th of July, Saturday, I  was called by friend of mine to particpate in a conference held by some indigenous group. The speaker speaks about indigenous movement, how it started, how small yet contrast country like Nepal got impacted by its movement. And in the later part of his speech he speaks of homeland, recite two lines of Kabita

‘My homeland is far away,

Up from the plains

Covered by blankets of the Himalayas

My daughter has a red color face.

Right after the conference ended we walked out like everyone, In a hurried manner even knowing we have no single work to perform. Hence, it shows how psychologically we got taught. but it’s better the way it is as things are better the way they are, trying too much to correct wrong happenings sometime yield negative results.

Like that of my friend question how do you fell about your homeland? With his question I recall that I have nothing to relate with my homeland, I was grown somewhere else nearly  90 % of my life. With this one can pretend how detach am. Considering this I never felt I belonged to that region but still I can’t clearly say I am not from that region.

“It’s better you know only required knowledge about some issue, as often when you know more than required, you try to know more and more as your desire to know more increases. As a result either you become more patriotic or either you turned to hate for what it is and how it is.”

Leave them, I have something other to share

Today, I went nowhere received not a single call neither dialed single either. Since months ago, I started making a resolution for a next day in night before. Though I am lazy like frog yet two weeks past I haven’t disappointed myself. I made resolution at night before and try to accomplish it with full heart next day.

          Yesterday evening, not evening, ‘actually night I think as after 10 PM it’s probably night with a sense, until the sun is not above the horizon again, I mean next morning.’ I made my mind to recount the poems which really impacted my thinking or say  personally i love in a numerical sequence, in descending order.

#	Name of the poem	Name of the poet
1	Phenomenal women	Maya Angelon
2	The road not taken	Robert Frost
3	If you forget me	Peblo Neruda
4	Still I rise	Maya Angelon
5	Dreams	Langston Hugles
6	Annabel lee	Edgar Allan Poe
7	If	Rudyard Kipling
8	Invictus	William Ernst Henely
9	Stopping by woods on a snowy Evening	Robert Frost
10	I know why the caged bird sings	Maya Angelon

P.S

In the above table, I know I haven’t mentioned some legendary poet and theirs works. I mean that of William Shakespeare, Alferd Lord Tennyson and Rabindranath Tagore’s Gitanjali. Yes generally as a poet I do admire Tagoreji with his Gitanjali - very spiritual collection of poem. But as the poem “Phenomenal women” always brought inspiration to my heart. How Maya has narrated her life events saying how confident she is without claiming better than anyone. She speaks of her body and self expression and how man does fall on those expressions.