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Conflict Management for Positive Transformation: Examples From Literature and History

Conflict, whether external or internal, is a driving force for transformation. It brings out the truths and vulnerabilities of individuals, communities, and societies. When these vulnerabilities are managed, conflict results in positive change. The role of conflict in transformation is a permanent theme in literature, a recurring example in history, and a profound truth for an individual.

Conflict and Transformation in Literature

Conflict brings out the best as well as the worst in an individual. This can be seen clearly in Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment. Raskolnikov, in the early chapters of the novel, possesses a view that “extraordinary men” can transcend morality and commit crimes. His poor financial situation leads him to think that killing the pawnbroker, who was probably cheating him, would be for the “greater good”. After he commits the crime, however, he is consumed by guilt, fear, and paranoia. He can come out of it once he realises through Sonia’s love that his past philosophy was flawed, and he prepares for a more peaceful life.

The idea of “extraordinary man” bringing a great conflict is also explored in Frank Herbert’s Dune series. When the Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV sends the Atreides, the rulers of Caladan, to the desert planet Arrakis (aka Dune), replacing the Harkonnens, the conflict between them reaches a tipping point. The conflict escalates when Paul Atreides, fuelled by his desire for revenge against the family rivals, Harkonnens and the Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV, exploits the myths of Lisan Al-Gaib and frees the Fremen from slavery. However, the savoir complex in him leads to a Jihad that kills over 61 million humans. He also justifies this catastrophe as a necessary action to end people’s admiration for messianic figures and hero worship. The chronicles clearly show how conflicts unmanaged through generations can result in huge losses. It also shows how the resolution of conflict brings out the best in humanity as they set to explore the universe on their own, discarding the need for a messiah.

Perhaps the best depiction of unmanaged family conflict leading into global warfare is the battle of the Mahabharata. The five sons of Pandu (Pandavas) and the hundred sons of Dhritarashtra (Kauravas) face each other in this family feud along with their allies from around the globe. The origin of the conflict has a root, however, when Devbrata (Bhishma) takes vows to refuse the throne and remain celibate to please his father, Shantanu, and his stepmother, Satyavati. This act robs Hastinapur of its strong ruler and the true male heir.

When his half-brothers, Chitrangad and Vichitravirya, die early, the male lineage of the Kuru dynasty genetically. However, through niyoga, Dhritarashtra and Pandu are born. Although Dhritarashtra is the eldest, he is denied the throne because of his blindness. Pandu becomes a king, despite his weak, sickly body. However, he soon leaves the palace after being cursed by a sage to die if he engages in a sexual act. Despite his restraints, Pandu succumbs to his desires and dies. He is not without heirs, though. Through a mantra, his wives Kunti and Madri have given birth to five divine sons. In Hastinapur, Dhritarashtra is crowned as the king. He promises his eldest son, Duryodhan, to pass on the throne and starts preparing accordingly.

Dhritarashtra’s repressed desires for power manifest into bitterness when Kunti returns with her sons. The fact that her eldest, Yudhisthir, is older than Duryodhan means that Yudhisthir was a challenger for the throne. The Kauravas become bitter, and although everyone knows of this, nobody takes action to bring the Pandavas and Kauravas to negotiations and solve the conflict. The brewing tensions escalate after the Draupadi, the common wife of the Pandavas, is brought to the court and disrobed. This episode makes the war inevitable and peace impossible.

The aftermath of the war shows the victors, Pandavas, distressed and sort of lost. They try, however, to sustain their kingdom as much as possible, setting the foundation for the next generation to come.

Conflict and Transformation in History

Examples of leadership arising from conflict are also evident from history. Mohan Das Karam Chand Gandhi’s experiences in South Africa changed his attitude towards the British, and he became one of the major freedom fighters for independent India. Similarly, apartheid in Africa gave rise to Nelson Mandela, and racial discrimination brought about leadership qualities in Rosa Park, Martin Luther King Jr., and Malcolm X.

In Nepal, too, the decade-long armed conflict between the Mablets and the government brought into light the discrimination of upper caste over lower caste, cultural suppression, and lack of opportunities for the backward communities. The Comprehensive Peace Accord 2006, the Constitution of Nepal 2015, and many other agreements have addressed the marginalisation and put forth mechanisms to solve the issues.

Conflict at an individual level


At an individual level, conflict can help one identify their truths and vulnerabilities. Conflicts can arise when a person has set up certain ideals and wants to follow them. When reality shatters their ideals, they feel weak and can’t accept reality. However, acceptance of reality and confrontation of harsh truths make one stronger. This also gives them a way forward in life.

I too have faced several problems where I feel like I am at a crossroads. When I left my job for preparation of PSC exams, I had no idea where I would go. However, it also made me ambitious and target-orientated. The strong sense of. “I must do it” helped me crack an exam at one level.

Conclusion

The role of conflict in transformation is, thus, a universal phenomenon. However, we should also be careful, for conflict can not only be transformative but also destructive. Sometimes, oversight can make us believe that conflict has no negative effect, but it can turn out to be so. When left unmitigated, conflict destroys individuals, splits families, weakens societies, and collapses countries. Therefore, it is wise to handle conflict as a double-edged sword and work out ways to bring transformation rather than destruction. Literature, history, and individual experiences have revealed that struggle is the source of transformation. Conflict forces individuals and societies to confront their limitations, reimagine possibilities, and evolve. Whether through the internal torment of a character like Raskolnikov, the sociopolitical struggles of the Maoist movement, or individual experiences, conflict is the engine of transformation, propelling humans toward growth and renewal.

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рдкрд╣рд┐рд▓реЛ рдЦрдгреНрдб “рдирдЪрд┐рдиреЗрдХреЛ рдордгрд┐” рдорд╛ рд╕рд╛рд░рд╛ рдмреНрд░рд╣реНрдорд╛рдгреНрдб рд░ рд╕рдореНрдкреВрд░реНрдг рдкреНрд░рд╛рдгреА рдкреГрдереНрд╡реА, рдЬрд▓, рддреЗрдЬ, рд╡рд╛рдпреБ рд░ рдЖрдХрд╛рд╢ рдЕрд░реНрдерд╛рддреН рдкрдЮреНрдЪрдорд╣рд╛рднреВрддрдмрд╛рдЯ рдмрдиреНрдиреЗ рднрдПрдХрд╛рд▓реЗ “рд╡рд╕реБрдзреИрд╡ рдХреБрдЯреБрдореНрдмрдХрдо” рдХреЛ рдордиреНрддреНрд░ рд╕рдирд╛рддрдиреАрд╣рд░реВрд▓реЗ рдЕрдкрдирд╛рдЙрдиреЗ рдордд рдЫ ред рдпрд╕ рдЦрдгреНрдбрдорд╛ рд╕рддреНрдп рдПрдХ рднрдПрдкрдирд┐ рдЕрдиреЗрдХ рдордд рд╣реБрди рд╕рдХреНрдиреЗ рддрд░реНрдХ рдкреНрд░рд╕реНрддреБрдд рдЧрд░реНрджреИ рд╕рдирд╛рддрди рдзрд░реНрдорд▓реЗ рдХреБрдиреИ рдкрдирд┐ рдкрдиреНрдердХрд╛ рдорддрд▓рд╛рдИ рдЕрд╕реНрд╡реАрдХрд╛рд░ рдирдЧрд░реНрдиреЗ рдХреБрд░рд╛рдорд╛ рдЬреЛрдб рджрд┐рдЗрдПрдХреЛ рдЫ ред рддреНрдпрд╕реНрддреИ, рд╡реИрджрд┐рдХ рдкрд░рдореНрдкрд░рд╛, рд╢реНрд░реБрддрд┐, рд╕реНрдореГрддрд┐, рдЗрддрд┐рд╣рд╛рд╕, рдЖрдЧрдо, рд╕рд┐рджреНрдзрд╛рдиреНрдд рд░ рджрд░реНрд╢рдирдХреЛ рдкрд░рд┐рдЪрдп рдЫ ред

рдкреБрд╕реНрддрдХрдХреЛ рджреЛрд╕реНрд░реЛ рдЦрдгреНрдб “рдзрд░реНрдо рд╡рд┐рдЬреНрдЮрд╛рди” рд░рд╣реЗрдХреЛ рдЫ ред рдпрд╕рдорд╛ рд╕рдВрд╕реНрдХреГрдд рднрд╛рд╖рд╛рдХреЛ рдирд┐рд░реНрдорд╛рдг, рд╕рд╛рдд рдмрд╛рд░ рдХрд┐рди рд░ рдХрд╕рд░реА рд░рд╣реЗ, рдЫрдиреНрджрдХреЛ рдорд┐рдард╛рд╕рдЬрд╕реНрддрд╛ рд╡рд┐рд╖рдпрд╣рд░реВ рд╕рдореЗрдЯрд┐рдПрдХреЛ рдЫ ред рд╕рд╛рдереИ, рд╢реНрд░реАрдорджреНрднрд╛рдЧрд╡рдд рдЧреАрддрд╛рдорд╛ рд░рд╣реЗрдХреЛ рдирд┐рд╖реНрдХрд╛рдо рдХрд░реНрдордпреЛрдЧрдХреЛ рд╡рд┐рд╖рдп рдкрдирд┐ рдЙрдард╛рдЗрдПрдХреЛ рдЫ ред рдПрдЙрдЯрд╛ рдЕрдзреНрдпрд╛рдпрдорд╛ “рдзрд░реНрдо рдирд┐рд░рдкреЗрдХреНрд╖” рд╢рдмреНрджрдХреЛ рдкреВрд░реНрдг рд░реВрдкрдорд╛ рдЦрдгреНрдбрди рдЧрд░рд┐рдПрдХреЛ рдЫ ред рдЪрд░реНрдЪ рд░ рд░рд╛рдЬрд╛рдмрд┐рдЪрдХреЛ рджреНрд╡рдиреНрджреНрд╡рдХрд╛ рдХрд╛рд░рдг рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд▓рд╛рдИ рд░рд╛рдЬрд╛рдХрд╛ рдирд┐рд░реНрдгреНрдпрдмрд╛рдЯ рд╕реНрд╡рддрдиреНрддреНрд░ рд░рд╛рдЦреНрди рдЖрд╡рд┐рд╖реНрдХрд╛рд░ рднрдПрдХреЛ рд╕реЗрдХреНрдпреБрд▓рд╛рд░рд┐рдЬреНрдордХреЛ рдЕрдиреБрд╡рд╛рдж “рдзрд░реНрдо рдирд┐рд░рдкреЗрдХреНрд╖” рд╣реЛрдЗрди ред рд░рд╛рдЬреНрдпрдХреЛ рдХреБрдиреИ рдзрд░реНрдо рд╣реБрдБрджреИрди рднрдиреЗрд░ “рдзрд░реНрдо рдирд┐рд░рдкреЗрдХреНрд╖” рд╢рдмреНрджрдХреЛ рдкреНрд░рдпреЛрдЧ рд╣реБрдиреБ рдиреИ рд╡рд┐рд╕реНрдордпрдХрд╛рд░реА рдЫ ред рдХрд┐рдирдХрд┐ рд░рд╛рдЬреНрдп (рд╕рдЮреНрдЪрд╛рд▓рдХ) рдХреЛ рдзрд░реНрдо рдЬрдирддрд╛рд▓рд╛рдИ рд╕реБрдЦ, рд╕рдореГрджреНрдзрд┐, рд╕реБрд░рдХреНрд╖рд╛ рдЖрджрд┐ рдХреБрд░рд╛рд╣рд░реВрд▓рд╛рдИ рд╕рд╣рдЬ рдмрдирд╛рдЙрдиреБ рд╣реЛ ред рдкрдиреНрде рд╡рд╛ рд╕рдореНрдкреНрд░рджрд╛рдпрд▓рд╛рдИ рдзрд░реНрдо рднрдиреНрдиреЗ рдЧрд░рд┐рдПрдХреЛ рдкреНрд░рддрд┐ рд▓реЗрдЦрдХрдХреЛ рдЕрд╕рдиреНрддреБрд╖реНрдЯрд┐ рдЫ рдЬрд╕рдорд╛ рдо рдкрдирд┐ рд╕рд╣рдордд рдЫреБ ред

рддреЗрд╕реНрд░реЛ рдЦрдгреНрдб “рд╡рд░реНрдгрд╛рд╢реНрд░рдордзрд░реНрдо” рд╕реЛрд╣реА рд╡рд┐рд╖рдпрдорд╛ рдХреЗрдиреНрджреНрд░рд┐рдд рдЫ ред рд╡рд░реНрдгрд╛рд╢реНрд░рдо рдзрд░реНрдорд▓рд╛рдИ рд╡реЗрдж, рдкреБрд░рд╛рдг, рд╕реНрдореГрддрд┐, рдЗрддрд┐рд╣рд╛рд╕ рд╕рдмреИрдорд╛ рдорд╣рддреНрддреНрд╡ рджрд┐рдЗрдПрдХреЛ рдЫ ред “рдирд┐рд░реНрд╡рд┐рдХрд▓реНрдк” рдорд╛ рдкрдирд┐ рдордиреБрд╕реНрдореГрддрд┐ рд░ рдорд╣рд╛рднрд╛рд░рддрдХреЛ рд╢рд╛рдиреНрддрд┐рдкрд░реНрд╡рдорд╛ рд╡рд░реНрдгрд┐рдд рд╡рд░реНрдгрд╛рд╢реНрд░рдо рд╡реНрдпрд╡рд╕реНрдерд╛рдХреЛ рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд╛ рдЧрд░рд┐рдПрдХреЛ рдЫ рдЬрд╕рд▓реЗ рдмреНрд░рд╛рд╣реНрдордг, рдХреНрд╖реЗрддреНрд░реАрдп, рд╡реИрд╢реНрдп рд░ рд╢реБрджреНрд░рдХрд╛ рд╡рд┐рд╢реЗрд╖рддрд╛рдХреЛ рдмрд╛рд░реЗрдорд╛ рдЬрд╛рдирдХрд╛рд░реА рдкрд╛рдЗрдиреНрдЫ ред рдЪрд╛рд░реИ рд╡рд░реНрдгрдХрд╛ рдзрд░реНрдордХрд╛ рд╡рд┐рд╖рдпрдорд╛ рд╡рд┐рд╢реЗрд╖ рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд╛ рдЫ ред рд╡рд░реНрдгрд╛рд╢реНрд░рдо рдиреНрдпрд╛рдп рдкреНрд░рдгрд╛рд▓реАрдорд╛ рд╢реБрджреНрд░рд▓рд╛рдИ рдХрдо рд╕рдЬрд╛рдп рд░ рдмреНрд░рд╛рд╣реНрдордгрд▓рд╛рдИ рд╕рдмреИрднрдиреНрджрд╛ рдзреЗрд░реИ рд╕рдЬрд╛рдп рджрд┐рдЗрдиреЗ рдХреБрд░рд╛ рдкрдвреНрджрд╛ рдЖрд╢реНрдЪрд░реНрдпрдорд╛ рдкрд░реЗрдХреЛ рдерд┐рдПрдБ ред рдпрд╕рдорд╛ рд▓реЗрдЦрдХрдХреЛ рддрд░реНрдХ рдпрд╕реНрддреЛ рдХрд┐рд╕рд┐рдордХреЛ рдЫ, “рдХреБрдиреИ рд╡рд┐рд╢реЗрд╖рдЬреНрдЮ рдЪрд┐рдХрд┐рддреНрд╕рдХрд▓реЗ рд▓рд╛рдкрд░рдмрд╛рд╣реА рдЧрд░реЗрдорд╛ рдЙрдкрдЪрд╛рд░рд░рдд рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐рдХреЛ рдореГрддреНрдпреБ рд╣реБрди рд╕рдХреНрдЫ рд░ рдЙрд╕рд▓реЗ рдЬреНрдпрд╛рдирдорд╛рд░рд╛ рдореБрджреНрджрд╛ рдЦреЗрдкреНрдиреБрдкрд░реНрдиреЗ рд╣реБрди рд╕рдХреНрдЫ рддрд░ рд╕рдлрд╛рдЗ рдЧрд░реНрдиреЗ рдХрд░реНрдордЪрд╛рд░реАрдХреЛ рдЧрд▓реНрддреА рдХреНрд╖рдореНрдп рд╣реБрди рд╕рдХреНрдЫ ред”

рддреНрдпрд╕реНрддреИ, рдпрд╕ рдЦрдгреНрдбрдорд╛ рдХреЛрднреЛрдбрд▓рдЧрд╛рдпрддрдХрд╛ рд╡рд┐рднрд┐рдиреНрди рдЙрджрд╛рд╣рд░рдг рджрд┐рдПрд░ рдЫреБрд╡рд╛рдЫреВрдд рдХреБрдиреИ рди рдХреБрдиреИ рд░реВрдкрдорд╛ рд╣реБрдиреЗ рддрд░реНрдХ рджрд┐рдЗрдПрдХреЛ рдЫ ред рдЫреБрд╡рд╛рдЫреВрддрдХрд╛ рднреМрддрд┐рдХ, рдордиреЛрд╡реИрдЬреНрдЮрд╛рдирд┐рдХ рд░ рд╕рд╛рдорд╛рдЬрд┐рдХ рдХрд╛рд░рдг рдХреЗрд▓рд╛рдЙрдБрджреИ рдЫреБрд╡рд╛рдЫреВрдд рд╕рдВрд╕реНрдерд╛рдЧрдд рднрдПрдХреЛ рд╣рд╛рд▓рдХреЛ рдЕрд╡рд╕реНрдерд╛рдХреЛ рдкрдирд┐ рд╡рд┐рд░реЛрдз рдЧрд░рд┐рдПрдХреЛ рдЫ ред

рдЕрдиреНрддрд┐рдо рдЦрдгреНрдб “рдЖрддрддрд╛рдпреА рдХрд╛рд▓рдЦрдгреНрдб” рд╣рд┐рдиреНрджреВ рдЬрд╛рддрд┐рд▓реЗ рднреЛрдЧреЗрдХрд╛ рдЖрдХреНрд░рдордг рд░ рддрд┐рдирдмрд╛рдЯ рднрдПрдХреЛ рдзрд░реНрдо рд░ рд╕рдирд╛рддрдиреАрдХреЛ рдХреНрд╖рдпреАрдХрд░рдгрд▓рд╛рдИ рд╕рдореЗрдЯреЗрдХреЛ рдЫ ред рдЗрд╕реНрд▓рд╛рдо рдкрдиреНрдердХреЛ рд╕реБрд░реБрд╡рд╛рдд, “рдХрд╛рдлрд┐рд░” рд╡рд┐рд░реБрджреНрдзрдХрд╛ рдЖрдХреНрд░рдордг, рд╣рд┐рдиреНрджреВ рд░рд╛рдЬреНрдпрдорд╛рдерд┐ рдЧрд░рд┐рдПрдХрд╛ рдЫрд▓рдХрдкрдЯ рд░ рд▓реБрдЯрдХреЛ рд╡рд┐рд╡рд░рдг рдЫ ред рдирд╛рд▓рдиреНрджрд╛рдЬрд╕реНрддрд╛ рд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡рд╡рд┐рджреНрдпрд╛рд▓рдпрдорд╛ рд╣реБрдиреЗ рд╡рд┐рджреНрдпрд╛рд░реНрдереА рдЫрдиреМрдЯ рдкреНрд░рдХреГрдпрд╛, рд╡рд░рдкрд░рдХрд╛ рдЧреБрд░реБрдХреБрд▓рдХреЛ рд╡рд░реНрдгрди рд╕рд╛рдереИ рддрд┐рдирдХреЛ рд╡рд┐рдирд╛рд╢рдХреЛ рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд╛ рдЫ ред рд░рд╛рддрд┐ рд╡рд┐рд╡рд╛рд╣ рдЧрд░реНрдиреЗ, рд╣рд┐рдиреНрджреВ рдирд╛рд░реАрд╣рд░реВрд▓реЗ рдШреБрдореНрдЯреЛ рд▓рдЧрд╛рдЙрдиреЗ, рдмрд╛рд▓рд╡рд┐рд╡рд╛рд╣рдЬрд╕реНрддрд╛ рдкреНрд░рдЪрд▓рди рддреНрдпрд╣реА рдмреЗрд▓рд╛ рд╕реБрд░реБ рднрдПрдХреЛ рд░рд╣реЗрдЫ ред рдпрд╕реНрддреИ рд╡рд┐рд╡рд░рдг рд▓реЗрдЦрдирд╛рде рдкреМрдбреНрдпрд╛рд▓рдХреЛ “рд╕рддреНрдп-рдХрд▓рд┐-рд╕рдВрд╡рд╛рдж” рдорд╛ рдкрдирд┐ рд░рд╣реЗрдЫреНрдиреН ред

рдпрд╕ рдЦрдгреНрдбрдорд╛ рдЕрдЩреНрдЧреНрд░реЗрдЬрд▓реЗ рднрд╛рд░рддрдорд╛ рдЧреБрд░реБрдХреБрд▓рд╣рд░реВ рд▓рд╛рдЦреМрдВрдХреЛ рд╕рдЩреНрдЦреНрдпрд╛рдорд╛ рд░рд╣реЗрдХреЛ, рддреНрдпрд╣рд╛рдБ рдкрдвреНрдиреЗрдорд╛ рд╢реБрджреНрд░рд╣рд░реВрдХреЛ рд╕рдЩреНрдЦреНрдпрд╛ рдмрдвреА рд░рд╣рдиреЗ рдЧрд░реЗрдХреЛ рд░ рддреНрдпрд╕ рдкреНрд░рдгрд╛рд▓реАрд▓рд╛рдИ рдЕрдиреНрддреНрдп рдЧрд░реНрди рдЕрдЩреНрдЧреНрд░реЗрдЬреА рд╢рд┐рдХреНрд╖рд╛ рдкреНрд░рдгрд╛рд▓реА рд╕реБрд░реБ рдЧрд░реА рднрд╛рд░рддреАрдпрд▓рд╛рдИ рд╕реЛрддрд░реНрдл рдЖрдХрд░реНрд╖рд┐рдд рдЧрд░реЗрдХреЛ рдХреБрд░рд╛ рдкреНрд░рдорд╛рдгрд╕рд╣рд┐рдд рджрд┐рдЗрдПрдХреЛ рдЫ ред рд╡рд┐рд╕реНрддрд╛рд░реИ рдЧреБрд░реБрдХреБрд▓ рдкрд░рдореНрдкрд░рд╛рд▓рд╛рдИ рдирд╛рд╢ рдЧрд░реНрджреИ рднрд╛рд░рддреАрдпрдХреЛ рдЖрддреНрдорд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡рд╛рд╕ рдЧрд┐рд░рд╛рдЙрдиреЗ рдХрд╛рдо рдЕрдЩреНрдЧреНрд░реЗрдЬрд▓реЗ рдЧрд░реЗрдХреЛ рддрд░реНрдХ рд▓реЗрдЦрдХрдХреЛ рдЫ ред рдирд░реЗрдиреНрджреНрд░ рдореЛрджреА рдкреНрд░рдзрд╛рдирдордиреНрддреНрд░реА рднрдПрдкрд╢реНрдЪрд╛рддреН рдХреЗрд╣реА рдЖрддреНрдорд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡рд╛рд╕ рдмрдвреЗрдХреЛ рд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡рд╛рд╕ рд▓реЗрдЦрдХрдХреЛ рд░рд╣реЗрдХреЛ рдЫ ред

рдкреБрд╕реНрддрдХрдорд╛ рдЕрд▓рд┐ рдЪрд┐рддреНрдд рдирдмреБрдЭреЗрдХреЛ рдХреБрд░рд╛ рдЪреИрдВ рд╡рд░реНрдгрд╛рд╢реНрд░рдо рдзрд░реНрдорд▓рд╛рдИ рд╡рд┐рджреЗрд╢реАрд▓реЗ рдлреБрдЯрд╛рдЙрди рдкреНрд░рдпреЛрдЧ рдЧрд░реЗ рднрдиреНрдиреЗ рддрд░реНрдХ рд╣реЛ ред рд╡рд░реНрдгрд╛рд╢реНрд░рдо рд╕рд╛рдБрдЪреНрдЪрд┐рдХреИ рд╢рд╛рд╕реНрддреНрд░рд╛рдиреБрд░реВрдк рдЪрд▓реЗрдХреЛ рднрдП рд╡рд┐рджреЗрд╢реАрд▓реЗ рдЕрдкрд╡реНрдпрд╛рдЦреНрдпрд╛ рдЧрд░реНрди рд╕рдХреНрдиреЗ рдиреИ рдерд┐рдПрдирдиреН ред рдмреНрд░рд╛рд╣реНрдордгрдХреЛ рдЫреЛрд░рд╛ рдмреНрд░рд╛рд╣реНрдордг рд░ рд░рд╛рдЬрд╛рдХрд╛ рдЫреЛрд░рд╛ рд░рд╛рдЬрд╛ рдиреИ рд╣реБрдиреЗ рдкреНрд░рд╕рдЩреНрдЧрд╣рд░реВ рдорд╣рд╛рднрд╛рд░рддрдореИ рдкрдирд┐ рдЯрдиреНрдиреИ рдЫреНрдиреН рднрдиреЗ рдореБрд╕реНрд▓рд┐рдорд╣рд░реВрдХреЛ рдЖрдХреНрд░рдордг рд╣реБрдиреЗ рдмреЗрд▓рд╛рд╕рдореНрдордорд╛ рдХреЗ рдЕрд╡рд╕реНрдерд╛ рдерд┐рдпреЛ рд╣реЛрд▓рд╛ ? рдорд╣рд╛рднрд╛рд░рддрдорд╛ рд╡рд┐рджреБрд░рд▓рд╛рдИ рдЫрд╛рдбреЗрд░ рджрд╛рд╕рдкреБрддреНрд░ рдЙрдЪреНрдЪ рдУрд╣рджрд╛рдорд╛ рдкреБрдЧреЗрдХреЛ рдпрд╛рдж рдЫреИрди ред рджрд╛рд╕рджрд╛рд╕реА рд░рд╛рдЦреНрдиреЗ рдЪрд▓рди рдерд┐рдПрди рд░ рд░рд╛рдЦреНрджрд╛ рдкрдирд┐ рд╕рдореНрдорд╛рдирд╕рд╛рде рд░рд╛рдЦрд┐рдиреНрдереНрдпреЛ рднрдиреНрдиреЗ рддрд░реНрдХ рдкрдирд┐ рдЕрд▓рд┐ рдХрдордЬреЛрд░ рдиреИ рдЫ ред

рдиреЗрдкрд╛рд▓рдорд╛ рд╕рдирд╛рддрди рдзрд░реНрдордорд╛ рдореБрд╕реНрд▓рд┐рдо рдЖрдХреНрд░рдордгрд▓реЗ рдкрд╛рд░реЗрдХрд╛ рдкреНрд░рднрд╛рд╡ рдЦрд╛рд╕реИ рдХреЗрд▓рд╛рдЗрдПрдХреЛ рдЫреИрди ред рдиреЗрдкрд╛рд▓ рд░ рднрд╛рд░рддрдХрд╛ рдкрд░рдореНрдкрд░рд╛рд╣рд░реВ рдХрд┐рди рдлрд░рдХ рдЫреНрдиреН рднрдиреНрдиреЗ рд╡рд┐рд╖рдпрдорд╛ рдХреЗрд╣реА рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд╛ рдЧрд░рд┐рдПрдХреЛ рднрдП рд╣реБрдиреНрдереНрдпреЛ ред “рд╣рд┐рдиреНрджреВ” рд╢рдмреНрджрдХреЛ рд╡реНрдпрд╛рдЦреНрдпрд╛рдорд╛ рдЬрдореНрдмреБрджреНрд╡реАрдк рдкреВрд░реИ рдЕрдЯреЗрдХреЛ рдЫ рддрд░ рдпрд╣реА рдЙрддреНрдкрдиреНрди рдмреМрджреНрдз, рдЬреИрди, рдХрд┐рд░рд╛рдБрдд, рдЬрд╕реНрддрд╛ рдкрдиреНрде рд░ рджрд░реНрд╢рдирдХреЛ рдЦрд╛рд╕реИ рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд╛ рдЫреИрди ред рддреНрдпрд╕реНрддреИ, рдЕрдиреНрддрд┐рдо рдЦрдгреНрдбрдорд╛ “рд╕рдЩреНрдЧрдо рдЯрдХреНрд╕” рдпреБрдЯреНрдпреБрдм рдЪреНрдпрд╛рдирд▓рдорд╛ рдЧрд░рд┐рдПрдХрд╛ рдкреНрд░рд╕реНрддреБрддрд┐рд╣рд░реВрд▓рд╛рдИ рдзреЗрд░реИ рдард╛рдЙрдБрдорд╛ рд╕реНрд░реЛрддрдХрд╛ рд░реВрдкрдорд╛ рд▓рд┐рдЗрдПрдХреЛ рдЫ ред рдзреЗрд░реИ рд╕реНрд░реЛрддрд╣рд░реВ рд╕рдореЗрдЯрд┐рдПрдХреЛ рднрдП рдЕрдЭреИ рд░рд╛рдореНрд░реЛ рд╣реБрдиреЗ рдерд┐рдпреЛ ред рдПрдЙрдЯреИ рд╕реНрд░реЛрдд рдкреНрд░рдпреЛрдЧ рдЧрд░реНрджрд╛ рдмрд╛рдпрд╕реНрдбрдиреЗрд╕ рд╣реБрдиреЗ рдХреБрд░рд╛ рдкреЗрд╢рд╛рд▓реЗ рдЗрдиреНрдЬрд┐рдирд┐рдпрд░ рд╕рдореЗрдд рд░рд╣реА рд╕рдХреНрдиреБ рднрдПрдХрд╛ рд▓реЗрдЦрдХрд▓реЗ рдпрд╛рдж рдЧрд░реНрдиреБрдкрд░реНрдереНрдпреЛ ред

рдЕрдиреНрддреНрдпрдорд╛, рд╕рдирд╛рддрди рдзрд░реНрдо рд░ рдпрд╕рдХрд╛ рд╡рд┐рд╢реЗрд╖рддрд╛рдХреЛ рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд╛ рдЧрд░рд┐рдПрдХреЛ “рдирд┐рд░реНрд╡рд┐рдХрд▓реНрдк” рдПрдХ рдкрдардиреАрдп рдкреБрд╕реНрддрдХ рд╣реЛ ред рдпрд╕рд▓рд╛рдИ рдереБрдкреНрд░реИ рдПрдкрдорд╛ рд╕рд┐рддреНрддреИрдорд╛ рдбрд╛рдЙрдирд▓реЛрдб рдЧрд░реНрди рд╕рдХрд┐рдиреНрдЫ ред

Who teaches her?

I am astounded every time I look at her. She moves with grace and agility, plays with the table tennis ball as she should play with a mouse (and like a pro footballer), and jumps like an athlete. She grabs a piece of rag and drags it around. She smells the ground and discovers every corner of the house. She covers up her liquid and solid excreta. When she is hungry, she looks up, her eyebrows narrow, and cries, “Myau Myau”. Except during such hunger and times she’s irritated, this little tabby kitten understands the instructions we give her. Who teaches her to do all these things she does?

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Billy on the stack of chairs

I met her first the first time in November with her twin. Their mother had left them after keeping them in a drum under the stairs. They were crying. We waited for their mother’s return but that cat did not return. We kept them in a box and started feeding them with milk in a bottle. The nutrition in the dairy milk we get is non-existent. The twins survived but were malnourished. We named them Lily and Billy.

Even when they were malnourished, Billy was the smarter among the two. She had figured out how to jump out of the box, how to play with her sibling and how to irritate her. Life was going on pretty good for them until two weeks later when their mother came back with two other kittens. Would she recognize and accept Lily and Billy and take them away? We thought it would be good if she did and at that, we made the mistake we should never have.

We showed the cat Lily and Billy on our roof. They were smaller than the other kittens she had brought but she seemed to recognize them from their scent. She wanted to take Billy first but the kitten was too stubborn and reluctant. She did not let the cat carry her. Lily too resisted but she was not as smart as her twin. The cat caught her scruff and took her away.

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Lily and Billy the day before they were separated

The mother cat came back again. We decided to give up Billy as well. We did not know whether Lily-Billy could survive. Even if they died, it would be nice if they died together, we thought. After an effort of more than half an hour, the cat took Billy away. A little farther, she could not carry Billy. She was still struggling to get away. The cat tried her best to take her away but when she could not, left her. Billy cried alone on that balcony for more than an hour in front of our sight before we decided we would now adopt her as long as she wants to stay with us.

Meanwhile, the cat took away the fourth kitten and never returned for the kitten. She came back a few times to steal milk and we haven’t seen her for more than a fortnight now.

Now Billy is with us on her own. And she has learnt everything her instinct allows her. When she was with her twin, we thought they learnt together but even when this tabby is alone, she has learnt everything on her own. Who teaches her? I tried to know the answer. I discussed with my parents and my sister.

Does Nature teach her? How, though? Could Billy’s genes have carried her natural instincts and behaviours? Does the DNA carry all the things she needs for survival?

It’s strange to note that humans have very few individual survival instincts. We are not as agile as the cat, we don’t have the physical strength they have. We don’t even cover up our excreta as a natural instinct. It’s a learned social behaviour. Why does a cat have more survival instincts and more unique natural behaviours than a human? Aren’t we vain in saying that we are the smartest or the most intelligent creature on the planet? I have seen the kitten picking up our language before we picked up hers. How are we the only sapient beings? And finally, I came to the question that has intrigued people for ages: why are we here thriving (not just surviving) against all odds?

Humans are physically weak. We don’t have strong legs like that of the felines and canines. We don’t have strong teeth and claws to hunt. We don’t have a thick hide to protect us from cold. We don’t even have furs. The only strength we have is our large head (more than 2 kgs), which is also an evolutionary liability.

Yet, it is in our head the brain lies and it has the ability to analyze the world like no other creature in the world. We are the only creatures that can understand the secret of this world and that of the universe. Only we can alter our natural instinct of fear to compassion.

Are we really thriving to understand the real secrets of our lives, how we originated and to care for the lives around us, to coexist with every living being in harmony? Eastern philosophers and poets of my own country have answered “Yes” to the question.

But is there any force or energy that compels us to survive, to contemplate and to understand? Why is the Nature the way it is? Why is the cat the way she is? What is the source of the chaotic order that rules the Earth? I have come to believe in the existence of that energy that has created this chaotic order. I have now come to believe this energy is the God–the Creator, the Caretaker and the Destroyer.

In these two months, the cats have taught me a lot of things about life and the way we behave and feel. And we can’t always control everything that happens. We make mistakes we can’t amend. We don’t know what happened to Lily but Billy continues to grow and to impress. She is here in my house with a purpose–to teach me about other living beings, including humans.

When I died

I had been sick for some time. My parents, wife and children were sitting around me with grim faces. I had already lived more than twenty five years of my years and I felt like I was going to die. However, I did not want to die young. So I remembered my parents, my wife, my children and everyone who had been dear to me. All of a sudden, I lost consciousness. I stopped remembering anything.

When I regained consciousness, a man dressed in black was standing before me. He had a pale face with a big mustache and huge beard. His eyes were hollow. He looked at me as if he was disgusted with me. He produced a whip from the thin air and lashed hard at me. Before I could cry, the whip had tightened around my throat. I struggled but in vain. He was too strong.

He rose above in the air and I was dragged behind him. I tried to free myself again but I feared that I would fall down. He dragged me up to the clouds. He stopped and looked at me with disdain. He said, тАЬDo you want to see your world before I take you to mine?тАЭ His voice was deep and sounded like he was speaking through a hollow bamboo. That moment I knew that he was death. I nodded slowly in affirmation to his question. He then told me to look down and that I did.

The world looked tiny from that height but Death mystically zoomed it for me. He said, тАЬLook at your family for the last time.тАЭ And my children were in front of my eyes.

They were crying. My body lay amongst them. I called them out. But they could not listen to me. I tried to touch them but could not. I could do nothing to console them. Sometimes later, they carried my body to the crematorium and it was cremated. The existence of my body had come to an end.

Death did something and the time ran pretty quickly. My family was not sad. My children were playing. My wife looked a little weak but she was smiling. тАЬThey have learnt to live without you now,тАЭ Death said. He then showed me images from all around the world. Poor and rich, happy and sad, stupids and geniuses, religious and non-religious, rulers and the ruled, he showed me all sorts of people. тАЬWhy do you think I showed you all these?тАЭ

I noticed that the whip had gone away from my throat but still I could not speak. He said, тАЬEveryone I have showed you and every life in this world, everything in this universe will die one day. They can’t escape death.тАЭ

тАЬYou know you must die. Yet you are scared of Death. You never lived life to their fullest because of the fear. You were also more concerned about afterlife than the life you lived. You donated to the poor to make your afterlife better, so that you can rest in heaven and avoid hell after death. That was very selfish of you. You followed religions in the hope that the door to the heaven will be opened. You looked after your parents because the scriptures said you will be in heaven after your death.

тАЬYou have not done anything that will make other people’s lives better. Give to the poor to see their smiles. Take care of your parents with all your heart. Start thinking that good things you do will make someone happy, that those acts will create heaven in your life. Stop thinking that your good deeds will land you to heaven only after your death. Stop fearing hell. Understand that your bad deeds will create hell around you. You don’t need to die to see the hell. Stop fearing death. Death will come to you for sure.тАЭ

I opened my eyes. The sun had risen up high. I was neither sick, nor dead. I recalled everything the man in black robes said in the dream. I smiled, got off from my bed and went to meet my life. It was grinning ear to ear.

Monthly Feature 14: Is there problem in the world?

“The world does not seem to have any real problem.”
I read the comment as I was listening to a song on YouTube.

The song composed by A.R. Rahman was sung by students of Berkelee College of Music who belonged to different nationalities, religions and ethnicities. Yet they sang an Islamic devotional song together that has touched the hearts of thousands of people.

Each of us is different from the other. We should not be scared by the differences between us. Captain Paul says:

We must respect the differences we have. We must also be able to know that despite our differences, we have some similarities.

What really do we have in common? A lot. You just need to observe them carefully. One thing that I would like to discuss here, however is that we all want peace. Music is one form of art that has bound us since the beginning of time.

I love listening to songs of different religions. They have beautiful, meaningful words and soothing music (even if I don’t understand word.) They touch my soul. I feel my connection with the Being Supreme- the caretaker of all souls.

I have sung and listened Bhajans (Hindu devotional songs), I have listened (and cried with joy) listening to Buddhist hymns and Islam Sufis. These songs have taught me a lot of things: human culture, life and above all, humanity.

No song has taught me to disregard the Supreme Being. (Some pray Bhagwan, some Ram, some Krishna, some Buddha, some Allah, and some Khuda.) No song has taught me to kill others for fun. No song has taught me to cheat people. I have always learnt to be good to everyone and everything around me.

So, why are there disputes in the names of religions? All the religions in the world show path to the same Supreme Being called by different names. I intend to share a few other songs on YouTube that have touched my soul.

  1. Zariya – AR Rahman, Ani Choying, Farah Siraj – Coke Studio
  2. Phoolko aakhama by Ani Choying Dolma
  3. Bhagwan Timro – Ani Choying Dolma
  4. Tri Ratna

On this day of Saraswati Pooja–the day of the Hindu Goddess of knowledge, wisdom, art and music– I pray that our knowledge defeat the darkness of ignorance.

The Faults in our God

It is said sinful to put a debate on God. May I be punished for the sins I will be doing here!

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The question I think of often, “Did God create us or did We create gods?” There are ample evidences for the latter while there is a huge amount of speculation for the former. Yet people seem to believe in some supreme force that governs them. There are also people who dare to challenge the Divine Authority. I find myself in the middle.

How can someone be in the middle of believing and not believing God? You might be thinking. Well, that’s where I am. Sometimes I believe in God so much that every inexplicable/unexplained thing becomes Divinity. Take the origin of life (not evolution), for example. Sometimes I doubt God so much that every progress in human-induced. For example, the technological progress is the best thing humans (especially the Western World) have done. I am really confused about the existence of God.

But in the Geeta, God is said to “exist and not exist” at the same time, that God is “as small as microbes and as huge as universe”, that God is both “the creator and the destroyer Himself”. If God preaches duality, maybe I am following his path of duality at the moment. Maybe it is that fault I am unwilling to accept.

God is said to balance both Good and Evil within Himself. He is said to possess both physicality as well as spirituality and he is said to create everything visible and invisible (let’s not get into destruction right now). So, we should possess both the Good and Evil within us. We should have similar physicality and spirituality as that of God; that we should be able to tell right from wrong. And we should be able to tell differences between God and god.

You might have recognized that I have been writing “God” and “god” in different senses. If not; by God, I am talking about the Omnipresent, the Omnipotent and the Omniscient Being: the “Creator”. By gods, I mean the ones created by Humans. To God, death is “soul changing its body” like we change our clothes. (Hence, no emotions!) To a god, death is emotional. Shiva mourning for Sati is an example. A god is driven by passion, like Indra seducing Ahilya. And God is not jealous as Indra envies kings.

But I am confused again. If God created us and if We have created gods; and if we have all qualities of God and god have all our features, aren’t gods the same as God? Shouldn’t God be as emotional, as passionate and as jealous (if not more) as us and our gods? Are the faults in me (or those in God) confusing me?

4 Exemplary Stories of Friendship from the Mahabharata

In most countries, Friendship Day is celebrated on the first Sunday of August. There is variation in dates, however. Learn more on Wikipedia. Today, on the occasion of Friendship Day, I have brought to you exemplary stories of friendship from the epic Mahabharata.

1. Krishna and Arjun

Well, they were cousins. Arjun’s mother Kunti was Krishna’s aunt. But they were not just tied by the bloodline. They were intimate friends. One could understand the other through his gestures. Krishna and Arjun, according to the Mahabharata are the incarnations of Narayana (God) and Nara (Human), who together can destroy evil.

The most remarkable point in the story of their friendship is Krishna’s recitation of the Bhagavad Geeta (The Song of the God) to Arjun. Though a fierce warrior he was, Arjun was filled with compassion seeing his relatives. He did not want the victory obtained by killing millions of people. Arjun wanted to leave the battlefield. Krishna motivated Arjun by saying that it would have been a possible if the war had not started. At the battlefield, one has to fight. Else, he would be called a coward. “Do you want to be called a coward by the future generations?” Krishna asked Arjun. He also told that Arjun could establish righteousness in the Dwapar Yug.

This story, if considered from the point of religion, tells us that God is a friend of righteous humans. It is through the guidance of God that we can bring an end to the evil. The main moral in this story is, however that a true friend should never let a friend depressed. Neither does he should let him be ashamed.

тАЛ2. Krishna and Sudama

A long time after Krishna set himself as the king of Dwarka, a poor man came to his door asking for alms. He wanted to meet Krishna but when he saw the grandeur of the fort-city, he repressed his desire. The poor man was about to go away, when Krishna recognized him. He was Krishna’s childhood friend, Sudama.

Krishna and Sudama. Source: http://appmithistories.blogspot.nl

Once, when they were young, Sudama had stolen Makkhan and had eaten it alone without sharing with his friends. Sudama was tall and his friends made him steal the pots kept on the higher places. He had done so because when they used to steal together in that manner, he often used to get the least share. Unfortunately, since that day, his family became poorer and poorer. By the time Sudama had reached Dwarka, he had nothing but thin clothes and not a morsel of food.

Seeing his friend and knowing his story, Krishna embraces Sudama and serves him well. Within a few days, Sudama looks better. Krishna then helps Sudama build a house within Dwarka so that he can meet his amigo frequently. Such a generous friend Krishna was! (I heard this story from my grandmother some days ago.)

3. Karna and Duryodhan

Karna, though a Kshyatria by birth (Surya and Kunti were his parents), was called Sut-putra (child of a Shudra) because he was raised by a charioteer and his wife. When this warrior wished to compete in a ceremony with Arjun, the Pandavas humiliated him. Duryodhan, who has been portrayed as evil for most part, stands up to his brothers. He can not make Karna compete but later on, as a mark of friendship, grants Karna the kingship of Anga Province within his empire. Though one may say Duryodhan wanted to exploit Karna to fulfil his evil design against the Pandavas,  Karna always took the friendship truly. He supported Duryodhan in whatever he did and went on to the extent of saving his only friend’s life several times. The Mahabharata says that the only mistake of Karna was to support the Chir haran of Draupadi. When Kunti later told to change sides, Karna said that because Duryodhan had only one true friend, Karna could never leave him.

4. Krishna and Radha

These are the subjects of numerous songs often describing romantic relationship between them. But there was more than the romantic feeling between them. While Krishna was a smart boy, Radha was wise. She believed in following the traditions as they were. Whenever Krishna made mistakes she was the one to correct him. For example, when Krishna killed a bull, Radha was enraged. She told him to bathe in the major rivers of the world to eliminate his sins. Krishna is believed to have brought water from Yamuna, Ganga, Sindhu, and Saraswati into two ponds now known as Radha Kunda and Shyam Kunda. In that sense, though Radha and  Krishna’s friendship is not much told in stories, they had deep regards for each other.

I’m done with stories of amity from the Mahabharata. Happy Friendship Day to all!

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рд╕рд┐рджреНрдзрд╛рд░реНрде рд░ рдмреБрджреНрдзрдХрд╛ рдХрд░реНрдордХрд╛ рд╕рдореНрдмрдиреНрдзрдорд╛

рд╕рд┐рджреНрдзрд╛рд░реНрдердХреЛ рдмрд╛рд▓реНрдпрдХрд╛рд▓ рд╕реБрдЦрд╕рдпрд▓рдорд╛ рдмрд┐рддреЗрдХреЛ рдерд┐рдпреЛ ред рд░рд╛рдЬрд╛ (рдЧрдгрдирд╛рдпрдХ?) рд╕реБрджреНрдзреЛрдзрдирд▓реЗ рд╡рд╛рддрд╛рдиреБрдХреБрд▓рд┐рдд рддреАрдирд╡рдЯрд╛ рдорд╣рд▓ рдмрдирд╛рдЗрджрд┐рдПрдХрд╛ рдерд┐рдП рднрдирд┐рдиреНрдЫ ред рдпрджреНрдпрдкрд┐ рднреМрддрд┐рдХ рд╕реБрдЦрд▓реЗ рдЙрдирд▓рд╛рдИ рдЫреБрди рд╕рдХреЗрди ред рдореИрд▓реЗ рд╕рд╛рдиреЛ рдЫрдБрджрд╛ рдПрдЙрдЯрд╛ рдХрдерд╛ рдкрдвреЗрдХреЛ рдерд┐рдПрдБ, рдЬреБрди рдпрд╕реНрддреЛ рдЫ-

рд╣рд░реЗрдХ рд╡рд░реНрд╖ рд░реЛрдкрд╛рдЗрдБ рд╕реБрд░реБ рдЧрд░реНрдирд╛рдХрд╛ рдЦрд╛рддрд┐рд░ рд╣рд▓реЛ рдЪрд▓рд╛рдЙрди рдХрд┐рд╕рд╛рдирдХрд╛ рдЦреЗрддрдорд╛ рдЬрд╛рдиреНрдереЗ ред рдЙрдирд▓реЗреЗ рдЫ рд╡рд░реНрд╖рдХрд╛ рд╕рд┐рджреНрдзрд╛рд░реНрдерд▓рд╛рдИ рд╕рд╛рде рд▓рдЧреЗрдХрд╛ рдерд┐рдП ред рд░реЛрдкрд╛рдЗрдБрдХреЛ рддрд╛рдордЭрд╛рдо рдЫреЛрдбреЗрд░ рд╕рд┐рджреНрдзрд╛рд░реНрде рдЪрд╛рд╣рд┐рдБ рдПрдХреНрд▓реИ рдмрд╕рд┐рд░рд╣реЗрдХрд╛ рдерд┐рдП ред рд╡рд░рдкрд░ рдХреБрджрд┐рд░рд╣реЗрдХрд╛ рдХрдорд┐рд▓рд╛ рд╣реЗрд░реЗрд░ рд░рдорд╛рдЗрд░рд╣реЗрдХрд╛ рдмреЗрд▓рд╛ рдПрдЙрдЯрд╛ рдЫреЗрдкрд╛рд░реЛрд▓реЗ рддрд┐рдирд▓рд╛рдИ рдЦрд╛рди рдерд╛рд▓реНрдпреЛ ред рдлреЗрд░рд┐ рд╣реЗрд░реНрджрд╛рд╣реЗрд░реНрджреИ рдПрдЙрдЯрд╛ рд╕рд░реНрдкрд▓реЗ рддреНрдпреЛ рдЫреЗрдкрд╛рд░реЛрд▓рд╛рдИ рдирд┐рд▓реНрдпреЛ ред рдПрдХреИрдЫрд┐рдирдорд╛, рддреНрдпреЛ рд╕рд░реНрдк рдкрдирд┐ рдмрд╛рдЬрдХреЛ рдЖрд╣рд╛рд░рд╛ рдмрдиреНрдпреЛ ред рдкреНрд░рдХреГрддрд┐рдХреЛ рд╕рдорд┐рдкрдорд╛ рддреНрдпрд╕реНрддреЛ рдЕрдиреМрдареЛ рдЪрдХреНрд░ рджреЗрдЦреЗрдкрдЫрд┐ рдЙрдиреА рдЧрдореНрднреАрд░ рд╣реБрди рдерд╛рд▓реЗ ред рдкреНрд░рдХреГрддрд┐рдорд╛ рдпрд╕реНрддреЛ рдирд┐рдпрдо рдХрд┐рди рдЫ рднрдиреЗрд░ рд╕реЛрдЪреНрди рдерд╛рд▓реЗ ред рдордирдорд╛ рдЖрдЙрдиреЗ рджрд╛рд░реНрд╢рдирд┐рдХ рд╕реЛрдЪ рд╣рдЯрд╛рдЙрдирдХреИ рд▓рд╛рдЧрд┐ рддреА рддреАрди рдорд╣рд▓ рдмрдирд╛рдЗрдПрдХрд╛ рдерд┐рдП ред рддрд░ рд╕рд┐рджреНрдзрд░реНрде рдкреНрд░рдХреГрддрд┐рдорд╛ рдлрд░реНрдХрд┐рди рдЪрд╛рд╣рдиреНрдереЗ ред реиреп рд╡рд░реНрд╖рдХреЛ рдЙрдореЗрд░рдорд╛ рдЙрдиреА рдлреЗрд░рд┐ рдкреНрд░рдХреГрддрд┐рдорд╛ рдлрд░реНрдХрд┐рдП ред рдЙрдирд▓реЗ рд░реЛрдЧреА, рд╡реГрджреНрдз рд░ рдореГрдд рджреЗрдЦреЗ [реи]ред рдЙрдирд▓рд╛рдИ рддреНрдпрд╣реА рджрд┐рди рдерд╛рд╣рд╛ рднрдпреЛ рдкрд╣рд┐рд▓реЛ рдЖрд░реНрдп рд╕рддреНрдп- рджреБ:рдЦ рдЫ ред рддреНрдпреЛ рджреБ:рдЦ рдирд┐рд╡рд╛рд░рдг рдЧрд░реНрди рд╕рдХрд┐рдиреНрдЫ рдХрд┐ рд╕рдХрд┐рдБрджреИрди рднрдиреНрдиреЗ рд╡рд┐рд╖рдпрдХреЛ рдЬреНрдЮрд╛рди рдкреНрд░рд╛рдкреНрдд рдЧрд░реНрдиреБ рдиреИ рдЙрдирдХреЛ рд▓рдХреНрд╖реНрдп рдерд┐рдпреЛ рдЬрд╕рдХрд╛ рд▓рд╛рдЧрд┐ рдЙрдирд▓реЗ рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐рдЧрдд рд╕реНрд╡рд╛рд░реНрдердХреЛ рддреНрдпрд╛рдЧ рдЧрд░реЗ ред рд▓рдХреНрд╖реНрдпрдорд╛ рд╕рдлрд▓ рднрдПрдХрд╛ рдХрд╛рд░рдг рдмреБрджреНрдзрдХрд╛ рдирд╛рдорд▓реЗ рдЪрд┐рдирд┐рдП ред

рджреБ:рдЦрдХрд╛ рдХрд╛рд░рдг рд░ рдирд┐рд╡рд╛рд░рдгрдХреЛ рдорд╛рдзреНрдпрдо рдкрддреНрддрд╛ рд▓рд╛рдЧреЗрдкрдЫрд┐ рдЙрдирдХрд╛ рдордирдорд╛ рд╡рд┐рдЪрд╛рд░ рдЖрдпреЛ- ‘рдореИрд▓реЗ рдкрддреНрддрд╛ рд▓рдЧрд╛рдПрдХрд╛ рдХреБрд░рд╛рд╣рд░реВ рдЕрд░реВрд▓рд╛рдИ рд╕реБрдирд╛рдКрдБ рдпрд╛ рдирд╕реБрдирд╛рдКрдБ ред рдХрд╕реИрд▓реЗ рд╕реБрдиреНрд▓рд╛ рдореЗрд░рд╛ рдХреБрд░рд╛ ?’ рдЖрдо рдорд╛рдирд┐рд╕рдорд╛ рд╣реБрдиреЗ рдкреНрд░рд╢реНрди рдЙрдирдорд╛ рдкрдирд┐ рдЖрдПрдХрд╛ рдерд┐рдП рддрд░ рдЙрдирд▓реЗ рдХреЛрд╢рд┐рд╢ рдЧрд░реЗ ред рдмреЛрдзрдЧрдпрд╛рдорд╛ рдЙрдирд▓рд╛рдИ рддрдкрд╕реНрдпрд╛рдорд╛ рд╕рд╛рде рджрд┐рдПрдХрд╛ рджреБрдИрдЬрдирд╛ рдЕрдирд┐ рдХреБрд╢рд┐рдирдЧрд░рдорд╛ рднреЗрдЯрд┐рдПрдХрд╛ рддреАрдирдЬрдирд╛рд▓рд╛рдИ рдЙрдирд▓реЗ рдЖрдлреНрдиреЛ рдЦреЛрдЬрдХрд╛ рдмрд╛рд░реЗрдорд╛ рдмрддрд╛рдП ред рдЙрдирдХреЛ рдмреЛрд▓реА рдордзреБрд░ рд╣реБрдБрджреЛ рд╣реЛ, рд╕рд░рд▓ рдЕрдирд┐ рд▓реЛрдХрдХреЛ рднрд╛рд╖рд╛рдорд╛ рдкреНрд░рд╡рдЪрди рджрд┐рдБрджрд╛ рд╣реБрдиреН ред рддреНрдпрд╕реИрд▓реЗ рдд рдЙрдирдХреЛ рджрд░реНрд╢рдирдмрд╛рдЯ рдкреНрд░рднрд╛рд╡рд┐рдд рд╣реБрдиреЗрдХреЛ рд╕рдЩреНрдЦреНрдпрд╛ рдмрдвреНрджреИ рдЧрдпреЛ ред рд╕рдВрд╕рд╛рд░рднрд░ рдЫрд░рд┐рдПрдХрд╛ рдмреМрджреНрдзрдорд╛рд░реНрдЧреАрд╣рд░реВрдХрд╛ рдЖрд╕реНрдерд╛рдХрд╛ рдХреЗрдиреНрджреНрд░ рд╣реБрдиреН рдЧреМрддрдо рдмреБрджреНрдз ред

рдЬрдиреНрдордмрд╛рдЯ рд╣реЛрдЗрди, рдХрд░реНрдордмрд╛рдЯ рдорд╣рд╛рдиреН рднрдЗрдиреНрдЫ ред рд╕рд┐рджреНрдзрд╛рд░реНрдердХреЛ рдЬрдиреНрдо рд░рд╛рдЬрдХреБрд▓рдорд╛ рднрдП рдкрдирд┐ рд╕рдВрд╕рд╛рд░рд▓реЗ рдЙрдирд▓рд╛рдИ рдЬреНрдЮрд╛рдирдХреЛ рдЕрджреНрднреБрдд рдЦрд╛рдиреАрдХрд╛ рд░реВрдкрдорд╛ рдЪрд┐рдиреНрджрдЫ ред рдЬрдиреНрдордХрд╛ рдЖрдзрд╛рд░рдорд╛ рдд рдЙрдиреА рдХреНрд╖рддреНрд░рд┐рдп рд╣реБрдиреБрдкрд░реНрдиреЗ, рдпреБрджреНрдз рдЧрд░реНрдиреБ рдкрд░реНрдиреЗ рддрд░ рдЙрдирд▓реЗ рд╕рд╛рдзрдХ рднрдПрд░ рд╢рд╛рдиреНрддрд┐рдХреЛ рд╕рдиреНрджреЗрд╢ рджрд┐рдП[рей] ред рдХрд░реНрдорд▓реЗ рдорд╣рд╛рдиреН рднрдПрдХрд╛ рдмреБрджреНрдзрд▓рд╛рдИ рдо рдордиреИрджреЗрдЦрд┐ рдирдорд╕реНрдХрд╛рд░ рдЧрд░реНрджрдЫреБ ред

рд╣рд╛рдореНрд░реЛ рдзрд░реНрдо
рдореЗрд░реЛ рд╡рд┐рдЪрд╛рд░рдорд╛ рдЙрдЪрд┐рдд рдХрд░реНрдо рдиреИ рдзрд░реНрдо рд╣реЛ ред рд╕рд┐рджреНрдзрд╛рд░реНрде рдЧреМрддрдордХреЛ рдзрд░реНрдо рдерд┐рдпреЛ рдЪрд╛рд░ рдЖрд░реНрдп рд╕рддреНрдпрдХреЛ рдЬреНрдЮрд╛рди рд╣рд╛рд╕рд┐рд▓ рдЧрд░реНрдиреБ, рдмреБрджреНрдзрдХреЛ рдзрд░реНрдо рдерд┐рдпреЛ рдЬрдирдЬрдирд▓рд╛рдИ рдЖрдлреВрд▓реЗ рдкрд╛рдПрдХреЛ рдЬреНрдЮрд╛рди рдмрд╛рдБрдвреНрдиреБ ред рдмреБрджреНрдзрд▓реЗ рддреНрдпреЛ рдЬреНрдЮрд╛рди рдирдмрд╛рдБрдвреЗрдХрд╛ рднрдП рдХреЗ рд╣рд╛рдореА рдЙрдирдХреЛ рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд╛ рдЧрд░реНрдереНрдпреМрдБ рд╣реЛрд▓рд╛ ? рддрд░ рд╣рд╛рдореНрд░реЛ рдзрд░реНрдо рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд╛ рдЧрд░реНрдиреБ рдорд╛рддреНрд░реИ рд╣реЛрдЗрди ред рд╣рд╛рдореНрд░реЛ рдзрд░реНрдо рдд рдмреБрджреНрдзрдХрд╛ рдорд╛рд░реНрдЧ рд░ рдзрд░реЛрд╣рд░рдХреЛ рд╕рдВрд░рдХреНрд╖рдг рдЧрд░реНрдиреБ рд╣реЛ ред рдмреБрджреНрдзрдХрд╛ рд╕рдВрджреЗрд╢рд▓рд╛рдИ рдЖрддреНрдорд╕рд╛рдд рдЧрд░реЗрд░ рдиреИ рд╣рд╛рдореАрд▓реЗ рдЙрдирдХреЛ рд╕рдореНрдорд╛рди рдЧрд░реНрди рд╕рдХреНрдЫреМрдБ ред

[рез. рдорд╣рд╛рди рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐рд╣рд░реВ рдХрд░реНрдорд▓реЗ рдЪрд┐рдирд┐рдиреНрдЫрдиреН ред рдЬрдиреНрдо рдд рд╕рдмреИрд▓реЗ рд▓рд┐рдПрдХрд╛ рд╣реБрдиреНрдЫрдиреН рддрд░ рдХреЗрд╣реА рдорд╛рдирд┐рд╕ рдорд╛рддреНрд░реИ рд╕рддреНрдХрд░реНрдордХрд╛ рдХрд╛рд░рдг рдкреНрд░рдЦреНрдпрд╛рдд рд╣реБрдиреНрдЫрдиреН ред рдпрд╕реНрддрд╛ рдорд╣рд╛рди рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐рд╣рд░реВрд▓реЗ рд╕рдзреИрдБ рд╕рдореНрдорд╛рди рдкрд╛рдЙрдБрдЫрдиреН, рдЙрдиреАрд╣рд░реВ рдЬреБрдирд╕реБрдХреИ рджреЗрд╢рдорд╛ рдЬрдиреНрдореЗрдХрд╛ рдХрд┐рди рдирд╣реБрди ред
рдХреЗрд╣реА рд╡рд░реНрд╖рдпрддрд╛ рдиреЗрдкрд╛рд▓рдорд╛ рдмреБрджреНрдзрд▓рд╛рдИ рдиреЗрдкрд╛рд▓реА рдмрдирд╛рдЙрдиреЗ рдХреНрд░реЗрдЬ рджреЗрдЦрд┐рдПрдХреЛ рдЫ ред рдмреБрджреНрдзрдХреЛ рдирд╛рдо рд░ рддрд╕реНрд╡рд┐рд░ рд░рд╛рдЦреЗрд░ рдлреЛрдЯреЛрд╢рдк рдЧрд░рд┐рдПрдХрд╛ рдирд╛рдЧрд░рд┐рдХрддрд╛ рдкрдирд┐ рджреЗрдЦрд┐рдП рд╕рд╛рдорд╛рдЬрд┐рдХ рд╕рдВрдЬрд╛рд▓рдорд╛ ред рдорди рдЪрд┐рд╕реЛ рд╣реБрдиреНрдЫ ред рд╣рд╛рдореАрд▓реЗ рдмреБрджреНрдзрдХреЛ рд╕рдВрджреЗрд╢ рд▓рд┐рдПрд░ рд╢рд╛рдиреНрддрд┐ рдмрд╛рдБрдвреНрдиреБ рдкрд░реНрдиреЗ рд╣реЛ рддрд░ рдмреБрджреНрдзрд▓рд╛рдИ рдиреИ рдЦрд┐рдЪрд╛рддрд╛рдиреАрдорд╛ рдкрд╛рд░реНрдЫреМрдБ ред рдиреЗрдкрд╛рд▓ рд░ рднрд╛рд░рддрдХрд╛ рд▓рд╛рдЧрд┐ рд░рд╛рдЬрдиреАрддрд┐рдХ рд╡рд┐рд╖рдп рд╣реБрдиреН- рдмреБрджреНрдз рд░ рдЙрдирдХреЛ рдЬрдиреНрдорд╕реНрдерд▓ ред рдмреБрджреНрдзрдХрд╛┬а рд╢рд╛рдиреНрддрд┐ рд╕рдВрджреЗрд╢ рд░реБрдБрджреИ рдЫрдиреН рдкреБрд╕реНрддрдХрд╛рд▓рдпрдХрд╛ рдХреБрдиреИ рдХреБрдирд╛рдорд╛ ред
реи. рдмреБрджреНрдзрдЪрд░реАрддреНрд░рдорд╛ рднрд╡рдирдмрд╛рдЯ рдирд┐рд╕реНрдХрд┐рдПрдХрд╛┬а рд╕рд┐рджреНрдзрд╛рд░реНрдерд▓реЗ рддреАрди рджрд┐рди рддреАрди рдорд╛рдирд┐рд╕рд▓рд╛рдИ рдХреНрд░рдорд╢рдГ рджреЗрдЦреЗ рднрдирд┐рдПрдХреЛ рдЫ- рд╡реГрджреНрдз, рд░реЛрдЧреА рд░ рд╢рд╡ ред рдХрддреИ рд╕рд┐рджреНрдзрд╛рд░реНрдерд▓реЗ рдПрдЙрдЯреИ рдорд╛рдирд┐рд╕ рдд рджреЗрдЦреЗрдХрд╛ рдерд┐рдПрдирдиреН ? рдкрд╣рд┐рд▓реЛ рджрд┐рди рд╕рд╛рдпрдж рдЙрдирд▓реЗ рдПрдЙрдЯрд╛ рдмреВрдвреЛ рдорд╛рдирд┐рд╕ рджреЗрдЦреЗрдХрд╛ рдерд┐рдП ред рдЙрдирд▓реЗ рдкрд╣рд┐рд▓реЗ рдХрд╣рд┐рд▓реНрдпреИ рд╡реГрджреНрдз рдирджреЗрдЦреЗрдХрд╛рд▓реЗ рдЙрдирд▓реЗ рдЪрд╛рд╕реЛ рд▓рд┐рдП рд╣реЛрд▓рд╛ ред рднреЛрд▓рд┐рдкрд▓реНрдЯ рд╕рд╛рдпрдж рдЬреНрдЮрд╛рди рднрдпреЛ рдХрд┐ рддреА рд╡реГрджреНрдз рд░реЛрдЧреА рдкрдирд┐ рд░рд╣реЗрдЫрдиреН ред рддреЗрд╕реНрд░реЛ рджрд┐рди рд╕рд╛рдпрдж рддреА рдмреВрдврд╛рдХреЛ рдореГрддреНрдпреБ рднреИрд╕рдХреЗрдХреЛ рдерд┐рдпреЛ ред рдорд╛рдирд┐рд╕ рдХрд┐рди рджреБ:рдЦреА рдЫ рд░ рдорд░реЗрд░ рдЧрдПрдкрдЫрд┐ рдЕрд░реВрд▓рд╛рдИ рдкрдирд┐ рджреБ:рдЦреА рдХрд┐рди рдмрдирд╛рдЙрдБрдЫ рднрдиреНрдиреЗ рд╕рд╛рдзрд╛рд░рдг рдкреНрд░рд╢реНрдирд▓реЗ рд╕рд┐рджреНрдзрд╛рд░реНрдерд▓рд╛рдИ рдмреБрджреНрдз рдмрдиреНрди рдкреНрд░реЗрд░рд┐рдд рдЧрд░реНтАНрдпреЛ ред
рей. рдмреБрджреНрдзрд▓реЗ рдорд╛рдирд╡ рд╢рд╛рдиреНрддрд┐ рд░ рд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡ рд╢рд╛рдиреНрддрд┐рдХреЛ рд╕рдиреНрджреЗрд╢ рджрд┐рдП ред рдЙрдирд▓реЗ рдЪрд╛рд░ рдЖрд░реНрдп рд╕рддреНрдп рдкреНрд░рддрд┐рдкрд╛рджрди рдЧрд░реЗ: рез) рджреБ:рдЦ рдЫ ; реи) рджреБ:рдЦрдХрд╛ рдХрд╛рд░рдг рдЫрдиреН ; рей) рджреБ:рдЦ рдирд┐рд╡рд╛рд░рдг рд╕рдВрднрд╡ рдЫ ; рек) рджреБ:рдЦ рдирд┐рд╡рд╛рд░рдгрдХрд╛ рд▓рд╛рдЧрд┐ рдЕрд╖реНрдЯрд╛рдЩреНрдЧрд┐рдХ рдорд╛рд░реНрдЧ рдЫрдиреН : рд╕рдореНрдпрдХ рджреГрд╖реНрдЯрд┐, рд╕рдореНрдпрдХ рд╕рдЩреНрдХрд▓реНрдк, рд╕рдореНрдпрдХ рд╡рдЪрди, рд╕рдореНрдпрдХ рдХрд░реНрдо, рд╕рдореНрдпрдХ рдЖрдЬреАрд╡рд┐рдХрд╛, рд╕рдореНрдпрдХ рд╡реНрдпрд╛рдпрд╛рдо, рд╕рдореНрдпрдХ рд╕реНрдореГрддрд┐, рд╕рдореНрдпрдХ рд╕рдорд╛рдзрд┐ ред]

I Believe!

“I believe in luck. Call it fortune, coincidence [or serendipity], I believe in incidents that occur all of a sudden and change the course of life.”
As I was thinking of the above statement from an essay by Nagendra, I knew I had to present instances if I had to bring it up an article. I got them in a magazine. The stories of Buddhi Tamang and Kameshwor Chaurasiya made me believe the statement even more.

Would you have ever thought that a man who was doing labour works could get into movies? That’s Buddhi Tamang. He worked in different places as a porter until someone told him to work at a theatre. Gradually he got into acting and was soon doing dramas. After doing a few movies, he worked in the superhit movie Kabaddi Kabaddi. “Hait,”- the one word that made him famous. His acting was praised by all. He now aims to be a director. All the best Mr. Tamang!

When you have a passion for something it’s better to pursue it. But this did not happen to Kameshwor Chaurasiya. He got involved in stage acting but could not get a chance in the theatre- in Nepal and in India as well. One day he declared himself a failure and started selling ‘chatpate’. His passion came up alive once again when he met Anup Baral, the famous director on the road. Though details were not provided, he got a chance somehow and rose to fame after his work in the movie Resham Filili.

Call them fortune, universal conspiracy or Maktub (as Coelho says in ‘The Alchemist’) or ‘lekhaanta'(in Nepali) I believe in instances of sudden change in fortune. This dangerously means loss as well although I have mentioned gain here.

***

I believe in God. As a student of science, I should not just believe in God. I should be able to show evidence on God’s existence. But I am not only a student of science. I live in a society that believes in divine power. My parents tell me to have faith in God. In fact, faith is a way of life.

Nepal is known as the home of Gods. Most people believe that the mighty Himalayas and the plain of the Terai are gift of God to the Humans. Living in Kathmandu, the capital city of Nepal aka the City of Temples, there is no way I can avoid God. If I say I don’t want to believe in God a hundred times, God somehow makes me believe in the Divine existence.

This week I saw in much details the process by which Goddess was invoked into a stone sculpture. Through Tantra-Mantra-Yantra, when the Goddess was said to have entered the statue, we could feel the change in energy. Everything looked beautiful. You could feel the positive vibes of the Mother entering into you. There were smiles everywhere. A transformation of Goddess also promised a transformation of Human hearts.

That’s one way of having a faith in God but I also believe in the existence of all powerful God within us that we often fail to identify.

***

I believe in Love. The soothing feeling while you are with your family, the comfort you feel with your friends, the awesome inexplicable feelings while you meet your lover- Love comes in various forms.

Love is within us and among us. But we fail to recognize it’s presence most of the times. That’s why the Buddha, Christ, Martin Luther King, Mahatma Gandhi, Mother Teresa, Florence Nightingale are special to us. Had there been no Love, the World would have fallen apart. I believe Love is what we live by (just like Tolstoy penned in ‘What Men Live By?’

***

At last:

I believe Love can change our Luck, Luck can help us discover God, God shows us way to Love and Love makes our lives worth living. I believe that if we can invoke God into a stone, there is no way we cannot discover God within us. It’s just matter of time, patience and well doing.

New Year Resolutions

2072 was a year to remember. Earthquake, economic bloackade, fuel shortage, intimacy with China and coldness with India. Dark clouds loomed all over but every dark cloud has silver lining- ancestors told in proverbs. Do we seek for the silver lining? Yes, we do.

The silver lining we seek for depends on our resolutions. Our resolution should be the following so that we can do something to help ourselves.

1. Developing sincerity
We do tasks for the sake of doing them. We do homeworks so that we can show them to teachers, that too with an intention to cheat. But we did so because our teachers were not sincere. They did not instruct us well.

Why would they? Facilities and wages at government schools and colleges are not enough to solve their family problems. The government run academic institutions say that they have not been sent enough budget. The money to be spent on education is not sent because the Secretary at the Ministry of Education is on a leave. Some parents are trying to bribe him so that their children can get a medical scholarship. He does not want to support corruption but he alone can not do anything. The “system” does not help. We make the system. It is insincere because we are, fair and square.

Sincerity on our own part can help a lot in upbringing of a good system.

2. Learning to be happy

We are not happy. Why? We are not involved in the works we are the best at. The society wants us to do whatever it wants. We give in. Our dreams die.

Did they really die? Not quite. They might have been unconscious. Suppose we wanted to be famous in robotics but under unavoidable circumstances, we could not join science in plus two. We had to study commerce. We had pledged to be sincere. So we sincerely studied and sought for happiness. Happiness came up when we saw Computer Programming as a subject. We took an interest and then one day, we dream of writing a program for a robot. Our dream was alive all the time. It was just unconscious for some time.

3. Willing to fight
As said before, we set up the system and if we are to change it, we have to fight the people who support wrongdoing in the name of system.

Are we thinking of beating them up? Wait! Life is not a movie. We can not do that to someone who supports the system. Someone on the top of the system can attack us easily.

What do we do? We seek help of the constitution and laws. We seek help from each other. We raise our voices, not our arms. We sincerely do our works. We happily get involved in the change. We gradually fight the system. Slowly, steadily we reach the common dream of making Nepal the most prosperous country.

4. Developing rational/logical thinking
Suppose we have moved on to pursue the Great Nepalese Dream. Meanwhile someone says, “We were happier while we could easily bribe officers. The new system controls corruption but does our work slow.”

Do we pause thinking that the person is right or do we move on solving the problem he pointed out- slow working? The correct logic would show us new paths. The incorrect one would take us back to where we had struggled to come from.

If we can distinguish right from wrong, we will definitely progress.

Lastly,
Our resolution is the silver lining of the dark clouds. The silver lining been found, we need to work them out on solving our problems. The dark clouds will scatter soon. The sun will shine brightly. The sky will be our limit.

Note:
The New Year I mention here is the Two Thousand and Seventy-Third year of the Bikram Sambat (Calendar of King Bikram).

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