Wrath of a wanderer

-One day, I went on hinking woth Eric, a local Norwegian writer. After waking for few hours, we reached a lake. Eric swam for a while. I didn't swim as the water was too chill. We moved on as he came out after swimming. I went up a few steps ahead and looked back not to find Eric behind. I looked back. He was cleaning some samll stuffs of plastics and papers left by someone around.

-I was traveling with my wife Sanu. Our vehicle met small traffic. Just ahead was a police car. I learned that except in emergency all the personality and means of travel followed the general rules.

-One day, we went for a walk in a small lake of Kajnes city which falls under Queensland,Australia. There were different species of ducks. As the people arrived there, Ducks used to come closer in hope of some food. As we were about to give them food, an old man request us-"Do not give them food, it might affect them. Most important thing is that if we make a habit of giving them food then they will forget to search and eat on their own. If they don't eat the insects and fishes from the lake, then it will affect the balance of nature.

-Some time ago, we were in South Korea to participate in the Bhusan International Film Festival. Me and my friend got confused reaching a metro station. Seeing us in a confused state, an elderly Korean man (usually a retired person who volunteered there in their free will) after learning our problem took us to the hotel. We bowed in amazement.

The context is country. As soon as countr is said- extremely hypocritical nationalists like us think of political boundaries and geographical location only. Geography existed even before the creation of all animals. It was there even before the human came into form. But when talking about material country and prosperity, co-existence, conduct, honesty, culture, and consciousness should not be ignored. Like the big bang theory, one should not forget the truth that applies to every thought, existence and action.

I am not declared but a wanderer I am. I don't have the values of a wanderer to tell, but I keep traveling around on my way. Among the places I visit, the graveyard of the deceased is also one. Wharves do not draw me close as the graveyard does. Perhaps, it is because of the influence of the stories told byvour grandparents at an early age. Grandmother used to tell-" If you have to stay for a while traveling then go to the graveyard, find an old and big grave to halt. Say-today, I am living here. Protect me. If the other spirits come to frighten you at night, the spirit of that grave will protect you. It will make them leave." of course, it is a general story. In my childhood mind, this thing always gave birth to love for the grave. There was an elder sister who used to tell us scary stories of ghosts at bedtime. The place of those ghosts was always the wharfs. Probably, that may have affected my childhood and it turned me against wharfs. It is not like I won't go to the wharfs or I hate it. It's just that I don't like the wharfs as I like the graveyard. Many times, I had an opportunity to visit some of the developed countries which we talk about. Apart from the tourist place, historical, cultural, art and literature places, I also visit the local graveyards as I see or know about them. I think, in this world where I am proud of who I am, all the people/creatures that have come before this time has played their crucial role by the meaning/impact of their energy. Those who will come in the future/are unknown also have a contribution/ significance. Those unknown personalities whom I couldn't meet in my physical body, whose comtribution had led me to be in this place, I like to go to the graveyard for them and to thank them from the core of my heart. This is my very own personal addiction.

The graveyard is not just the place of a burial. It is also a place of memoirs for ancestors and relatives.whose physical contibution, contribution of spiritual energies made this present time in truth to stand where it is.

It is not necessary to say the slogan of national development loudly in words. Work shows. In the most developed countries, cities, markets, parks, roads, churches, etc are decorated with beauty and respect. They also respect graveyards and gravediggers. In a very loving, calm, and lean manner. After all, it is the one who makes, makes all things beautiful. It is the one who respects, respects all.

In the name of state/development, the rules of Nepal, plagued by single narcissistic psychology, think that the prosperity of the country lies upon the construction of stadiums and buildings, mashing/ignoring the sacred graves of other believers for their own benefit, then it is nothing but frustration of a poor mentality.

In a multi-lingual, multi-ethnic, multi-cultural, and diverse country like Nepal, nothing can be imagined without equal co-existence.

Whether it be a conspiracy in the name of border outpost to destroy the graveyard of Adivasi in kakarvitta or a conspiracy to destroy the graveyard of Adivasi in kamal Gaonpalika, Padujungi for the sake of stadium, it is not correct. It cant be.

The attacks on the castes, identities, cultures, just because power, authority, capital are favorable to them starts a long-term war. The language of war is not beneficial to anyone. I want to remember a poem by poet Bikram Subba(I apologize if any mistakes were made)

Kazi, you made your gun jolly By feeding human blood, It doesn't know that it should not feed on your blood.

war always chooses violence. If the so-called kings and rulers of present-day Nepal do not think over this, if they will not stop being crazy because of prevailing powers, they will go to bed as soon as they get down. And as Subba's poem quote-"they will be the victims of the violence they started." So do not play games with anyone's faith and belief. I would like to jut here a poem of mine titled Country-

I say,

This is my country, this truth is not digestive to you.

You say,

This country is mine, this truth is not understood by me.

If nor yours, neither mine.

How will this country belong to us?

If not ours, County, how will it become a country?

Therefore, the country should not be considered as the heritage of one's father. The old slogan that the country is to be shared by all should be put into practice. For a country to be prosperous, not only roads, cities, parks but everything from leadership to the citizens must be honest.

Everyone's death is certain. No matter if you rule over a court or a palace, wharves and graveyards are certainly waiting. In the end, I bid adieu with some pictures of the tombs in Norway, one of the best countries in the world.