RAIN started showering again. “i don think the rain stops 2nyt”, said the man.(houseowner).” so we rnt goin to ilam,”subekshya screamed wid her top n pitched tone.”calm down subu.” mr rohit said n he further continued ,” why don we occupy our mind. lets play the game or sing the beautiful numbers.”
we were nine includin mr rihit n in the family were Rameshwor (the house owner), his better half, his parents( we refer them as grand ma n grand pa here in the story), theree doughters rabina,priya n kanchhi n a son raju , rajus wife sanu n their child(total 4 generations in a family). we san n danced a lot with these jolly members of the family.at around 8 kanchhi called us for supper . pure nepali dish gundruk, rice n chutney was served along wid mohi n ghee. we had our better time then. we all circled the fire place n grandpa was there to tell his history how these people were treated a kamaros (slaves) during old times n how they were resseteled in the camp in karmaiya(which was nameed after kamro). and how they manage to live these days wid few land .although we r free now but we don hav land to survive. life is very hard n nothin is changed till now.grandpa told all about his life.
At mid night we were on bed when raju exclaimed,” bagmati has overflooded n damn too is broken.”everyone hurried outside. we were perilously close to such crisis. we all packed our important documents n ran for the safe place wid the host family.roads were cloged and it was hard finding the way.”lets swim n get across the road, saroj said.we were all tired of his hiflaunting principles.
after running in the rain we happen to get the safe place . we all stayed there . all of us were drenched by the rain. we made fire n sat around it.
suddenly a small boy got into the flood. he was too young to swim. we cud hear his mom sobbin”please somebody help, help my son.” how can we put our lives in risk, we cant get back if we jump in to the flowing river.no people seem eger to keep his life in danger . we too cant dare it . who is going to risk life?
suddenly a girl wid florid complexion ran fm the place n daringly jumped into the merging flood.we cud hardly recognise her in the dark night.”plese god help girl n the child,”people satared chanting bhajans to the god.again next burden , kanchhi was missing. we all went far to the jungle to search her but useless. i had a bad omen, please save my child, rameshwor said.after an hour we cud see two creatures marching towards us. the gal was kanchhi n the little boy who was missed in the river. Both were tired. the boy got pallor. we all warmed him n he got a bit normal. everybody started scolding kanchhi for keeping her life in risk . no onme were there to praise her daring act n bravery.this gal was jus 14. at her early teen.wen she saw everybody speaking against her , she cudnt stop her tears rollin down. slowly n calmly in her shivering voice she uttered that she cudnt see the tears of a mother for her child who was dying in front of her. no one was willing to jump in the flood n she coudnt see the boy dying without help . so she jumped into the flood jus to try the boy s luck.yes no one but her soul persuaded her, no one but her instinct lead her n no one but her god helped her. she confronted the mass wid her human heart.
now everybody endored her . we passed our night there. slowly we cud see sun dazzling towards us. disaster was no more . rains had bid bye to the place. we all rushed to the home wid rameshwor uncle n his family.house was safe. wattle around home was broken , no vegetables n no crops in the field. rain had shown its colour.they all seemed worried as rain had destroyed their savins(crops)4 future.at noon we decided to leave the place.
Rameshwor uncle was there making walls of wattle;aunti, rabinan priya were on the land sowing for future. raju was ploghing the field . sanu set for the jungle to bring firewood . everyone had their job to do .this kanchhiwas there in the house lookin after the grandparents n the younger child bhunte n also to cook food. she served us wid maize n we sat for the journey. LIFE IS A STRUGGLE , FACE IT WID A SMILE N NEVER WORRY EVERY DO UR JOB N LET NO STONES UNTURNED. i learned fm them.it gave me hope to strugle the unfortunes i am facing in my life.
Finally mr rohit drove the car . we made our way to ilam . submitted the projects, attaineded the seminar n drove back to home.i cud never forget the journey.
was watching the television n in the news channel saw the live coverage on how this celebraty gave her one day to the orphans, how the next celebraty spent her time at oldage home. and also on the next channel interview wid the diva who had own beautyqueen award n also about her perfect figure n how can we mantain ourselves n more……too much publicity about such stuff in magagine, live coverage in tv channels n other media even about their daily life for the cheap publicity of the media.But where is the news about the gals like kanchhi who risked her life to save the next life ,who never do the things to earn the fame, who has good morale n look after the oldones at home n care them, where is the news to cover about the family who struggle each day for better tomorrow. why cant be kanchhi our super model n the man like rameswor uncle a hero?why rnt we respecting them n writing about them ? answer is simple either they rnt fm high class or they don hav the charming body.hell to such media who run after the artificial world n miss the natural.
HERE their lives r compare wid Cactus n these high class family n celebray as A ROSE.Both hav thrones to pass . One( that is rose) gets the shelter in the garden n lots og care fm the gardener . we decorate our home wid them n their pictures . we think every party or every function incomlete without rose . ROSE; We regard it as the symbol of love . wen ever we r given an example about the struggle n life everybody point towards the rose n say , see the rose ;it grows amidst the thrones.BUT wat about cactus???????????
No care to them , grows in barren land . they too glow amidst the thrones longer n stronger then the thrones that rose posseses.they remain calm even in disaster.no one to hear them , no poets to describe their beauty no mass to cheer at them. they happen to surpass stroms n many crisis . but gets no praiose. WHYYYYYY???????????
why do we neglect the cactus n n only support the rose?why is there such discrimination? one always in shade n next always neglected.
we always respect n cheer those who r of high class n who r celebratyn we always follow those supermodel with perfect figure n fair complexion.we all love them but see those poverty striken pple, those whose lives has always been a challenge, those whome we call lower standard (LS)pple.., those pple whom we hate bcoz of their complexion n body. they r capable n some r even more able than us. but where is that opportunity for them ? where is the opportunity to bring them in limelight so that they can follow the world.we stay numb here . where is tat media who tell themselves as our vital part?
i personally believe in equality. equality among the classes, eqality among the religions, eqality among the castes n creed, eqality among the races, eqality between the genders, eqality among rhe complexions. we all worth the same. we all hav two eye to see, two ears to hear n differnt body parts to function in our body . its not that if we r high class people we hav four eyes too seen we hav greater field of view n its not that if we r lower pple out bodyorgans function less. if the nature has done no discriminatin in building us then why do we????????????
as i said earlier we all worth the same . so we shud be treated equally . i hope u all will support my idea.
although i might hav done grammatically many mistakes in expressing my view, i hope u understood the worth of this article. i expect u to share my view. lets tret everybody equally n hope u ll start it fm now onwards n also fm ur home.
THANK U FOR UR TIME and i hope this article will add a brick to the foundation of wall of equality. so hope to see cactus n rose in the same range fm next time despite of their complexion n geographical locations.
thank u allllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
