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Sunday, February 26, 2012

Essay


Shivaratri and Pashupati: Devotional Love or "Something Else"


Shivaratri, one of the important festivals in Hinduism has a great religious value for both men and women devotees. It is believed that women who fasts from a dawn to dusk on this day will get a good spouse whereas honest worshipping of the lord shiva releases them from all the sins and grant them an afterlife with Shiva. This is where the mythical story of king Chitrabhanu and his past life as a hunter Suswara lights significant "truth" for the devotees. It tells about how Suswara unconsciously fasted, and worshipped lord Shiva on the night he gets stuck in a deep forest after hunting a deer for the family. Forced to spend night there he climbs on a Bael tree, cries for his hungry family and as he was hungry himself he cannot sleep and begins plucking and dropping the Bael leaves on the ground. He dies soonafter two messengers of Shiva takes his soul to the lord himself. The messengers lets him know about the lingam at the bottom of the tree. Only then he learns about his unaware worshipping of the Shiva throughout the night of Shivaratri. He realizes how his tears washed the lingam, the Beal leaves touched it before touching the ground and his fasting the whole day and night set him free from all the sins he committed. This also gives a message that only by pronouncing the name of the Shiva will do nothing but if you are deeply devoted and if you are dedicated to the God's words you will get his mercy no matter under what circumstances you are.

The other importance of Shivaratri can be heard from the old people. Shivaratri is the means to welcome new season. It is said that the fire we lit on the auspicious night of Shivaratri bids farewell to the winter season or chases it behind. It is an indication also of the new and positive beginning.

Every year on the day, devotees gathers in the Shiva temples. Almost all the Shiva temples are packed and the devotees enjoy, sing and dance the whole day. In Nepal, devotees flock around the Pashupati Nath and other Shiva temples in order to perform their puja. As Pashupati Nath is one of the four sacred dhams for the Hindu followers, people not only from Nepal but also from India and other places visit the place on the day. Yogis, jogis and Rishimunis occupy a space at Pashupati from about a week and sometimes a month.


I was very keen to know about it more so I visited Pashupati on that day (last Monday) to find out about the values people give to the festival, but had to return back in distress. Things seemed good unless I myself visited the temple and saw things for myself. The place was so crowded and unmanaged. There were more than five thousand secutiry personels and hundreds of volunteers for providing the service but most of them were just resting and watching the crowd pushing eachother and some even giving deliberate troubles to the lady devotees. People were pushing and pressing each others like trying to get into a safe place to protect self from some disaster. People were even crossing directly from the river in order to save themselves from any harm.


Somehow I managed getting in. The place didn't seem like a temple to me. I was confused about where to go and who to talk so I walked accross the bridge towards the ladder to Guheshwori. There I could see many youths hovering around jogis who were selling weeds of marijuana. These were not the ones, there were many such groups all around. Such youths were laughing and talking to the jogis while they were filling cigerattes with marijuana. Some years back, Pashupati Ksetra Vikas Kosh used to distribute marijuana to such jogis as a prasad of the God but as they have stopped doing so now, these jogis have started to bring it from India and sell it to the youths here. Many youths visit Pashupati just for the cause. I asked many of them about the Shivaratri, none of them knew about what was the main cause behind celebrating it. "We are not here for the worshipping, and who bothers standing in such a long line just to worship Shiva!" a huge laugh surrounded the atmosphere along with one of the youth's answer. On asking jogis about selling marijuana, they questioned me back saying what I thought of it. They also said they were the true devotees of the God, and by selling these marijuana, they were providing God's blessing to everyone who buys it.


I just walked around to see the other side of the river, many people were still out there, some seemed tired, some angry and some calm and quiet. It was difficult to understand whether this once regarded as the festival of "true devotees" turned into something that has not only lessened the value of it but also started making people suspicious of faith and its worth. There was a rumor about a fight between a crowd and the police. I even heard that the man lost his wallet and saw girls being harrassed in the crowd. Shivaratri for some became kalratri due to these unwanted incidents inside the temple premise.

Shivaratri carries not only religious importance but other social, economical, and cultural significance. Shivaratri helps many petty businessmen and vendor shop holders by increasing their incomes and it also makes people come close with a similar faith. But despite this, there is also bad consequences arising every year. The festival is not only selling drugs freely to the youngsters but also bringing chaos among people, especially women/girls. Such holy places like temple hasn't been gender friendly on the one hand and on the other hand it's also increasing crime. There is an immediate need of looking for the means to minimize it and it is not only the responsibility of the government and security forces but also the people like us.


Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Story


Final Moments


September 12, 2005

Dear,
I was waiting for you, outside my home, on the road. I kept looking at every vehicle that passed by there. None were yours. For few hours I kept my faith. My body worn-out but my untiring eyes kept looking every passers-by, hoping it might be you. You never came.

What a hope life is, it doesn't go away even when you know a truth, the truth that you have left me already. And this time forever.

My mother said I should get along with other importances of my life. But, you were the most important thing in my life. Guess she knows that but she sure is a sweetheart, who will keep trying to make my life go normal as before. I love her and don't want to upset her but you don't leave me rest for a second. You occupy my mind the whole time. I cannot think of anyone or anything except you.

I remember, clearly the day, when you told me we were through! I was never aware of the fact that you were no more interested in me. I always loved you more than anything in the world, I still do. May be I wasn't as beautiful and playful as your new woman is and may be that's why you went to stay with her.

Today when you didn't come I nearly fell down on the road. Tears were no more as valuable as they kept flowing almost all time. I walked by, went even further to see if you have forgotten the way as it has been so many days since you left.

I have lost my appetite. Mom says I have gone thinner. I don't know, may be I have but what to do with this body, without you it is no more of my concern. Let it go bony, unless it colapses in an air you breathe, let it die cell by cell.

I go to work, but am not being able to work. Yesterday the boss warned me if I kept working like this, I will be kicked out of the place in no time! Can I change anything now? I don't think so. And I also don't think life will be as beautiful as it used to be with you. I don't care what he said. I myself am thinking of quiting my job soon.

Do you ever think about me? I do, a lot. I have started drinking a bottle of whiskey a day, in a hope of getting you out of my mind but the worse thing is it reminds me more of you. Honey, what was that I couldn't give you? Can you not come back? I promise I will never ever argue with you and do whatever you say. Please, it's a request.

I will be waiting for the answer. Do write me, it will make me happy.

Love forever,
S.

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September 17, 2005

Shi,
I have never thought of a bad for you. I didn't leave because I didn't like you. I still do care for you but the only thing is we can no more get along with each other. We can remain friends though. And please don't ruin your life for others. It is you and only you who should be important for you.

I am also writing to let you know that Liz and I are getting married on November 2. I will send an invitation card to you this weekend. Hope to see a "new" and "strong" you there.

A friend,
M.

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September 25, 2005

Dear M,
I don't know what to say...congratulations! And I'm sorry I won't be able to make it. I am going somewhere from where it seems impossible for me to come and attend your wedding.

You have a good life though.

Good bye,
S.

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November 1, 2005

Dear diary,
When your mind is upset, everything you do makes you more upset. Guess what! Same thing is happening to me. I haven't been able to read or write or do anything. I've even stopped going to the office (I've heard they are hiring someone to take over my place!). So I planned on watching movies in a hope of getting smile before my lips stop moving. I watched three movies altogether, comedy, horror and a social movie. None of them helped me change anything though.

Deep inside I don't know, what exactly is the reason for this sadness and madness, and yet I know what is happening and why...I have locked myself up, no chattings, no phone calls, no meetings, no nothings. I'm like so busted! A busted failure.

Series of thing keeps happening in our life, some good and some bad and one after the other. Have you ever heard of only good things coming to pass or an occurance of bad things days after days and years after years? I wouldn't have believed in it if it had not happened in my own life. So now I have stopped believing in a fake light of hope!

It is very difficult to live on with a heavy heart. However, you have to because you cannot fail yourself in front of others. I don't understand why failures can't lead a respectful life. Why can't they enjoy like the others, more specificially, like the successors (Matt)!? May be because it is what society approves. Praise the good one and dump the bad! But till today, I haven't even been much clear about these jumbled crunchies of words. What exactly "being good" and "becoming bad" means? Besides who is society? Who on the earth gives them permission to judge me? I know I am a good human being, in heart, mind and soul. But isn't that stupid society powerful enough to abandon people like me? I have become alone or may be I was left alone.

Dear diary, I know what you are thinking. You are the one who is much concerned about me and don't want me to give up like this, don't you dear? I know. I know! But dear, I tried everything, every single thing that was in my hand and yet...hope mom will understand me. I'm sorry mom for not being able to become what you wanted me to!

Nothing will change for sure. I cannot walk like this anymore. Always sad, always in a search of finding reasons to smile! Till when? I don't even remember since when I have been looking for it now. May be I have grown old, old with experiences of life. But what have I learned so far? Sadness, emptiness, loneliness, wretchedness, FAILURE and what else? People say, "tears" are the best medicines to cure all these maladies. But look at me, I am even in a short of it!

It feels like I am walking with a load of thousands of kilos in my head. It will soon burst! And I can't wait for that to happen, may be I'm too scared...frightened and longing to get out of it...And the only way to get through all this is...you know what I mean. You are the only one who can read my mind.

Truly enough, the time has come now. What more to write, even one day you will start yearning for "happy and beautiful words" which I will not be able to deliver to you. Then may be you will leave me alone as well! And it's better I leave before that.

Good bye, farewell, so long my friend, mom and you too Matt, you will not have to bear me anymore and get saddened by my fading words and failing life. May be I am doing you a favor, so take it that way. I will always love you, as I did, till now.

Finally, just a question...when hundreds of years passes by, will you still remember me?

Good bye again.

May I rest in peace,
S.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Second Personal Letter to...


Kiku...

I wonder why death comes along with life! And why is it so hard to bear this truth? "Life is hope," they say. Is that so? I keep thinking and yet go to bed everyday with no any answers. My hopes are fading away, does it mean...? I don't know! I truly don't know.

My yesterday's facebook status! I was seeking for answers every night but tonight...I will not have to do so. I now understand death is far more stronger than life. Life can be modified and lived as we like to but death, it is its own master! And that master took you away from me Kiku...

Kiku, I couldn't even see you when you were taking your last breathe! You made me regret again...I don't know if my presence would have made any difference in an improvement of your health but at least we could have been together, together in the last moment of your life.

I am heartbroken today, shattered in a way. I cannot change anything now. "Life comes with death so you should be able to accept it," they say again. Does my believing in it brings about any chanege? Will you wake up and lick my hands again, wink your eyes, run faster and look back to see if I am following you? No, you will never do that again!

I still remember, when you were young, you used to chase us and play with us. When you grew old, even looking at you did that magic! That made us forget everything. We used to be the happiest childrens like those of heaven! Today, I want to chase you, play with you and make you forget about all your pain...please wake up, wake up just for once and see how many of us are standing around you!

Your cold and stiff body remains silent. Though I shed thousands of drops from my eyes, you will not wake up again. I put my hands in your head, in a hope that you will move yet again as you used to before and...

"Oh it is nature, you cannot change that so accept it now," they speak again. I give them a cold look, the look that I received from your eyes. Yes when I reached here, you had your eyes open. May be you were waiting for me and wanted to capture me in your eyes before it went closed forever, or may be you wanted to look at me even with your freezing eyes...

I'm looking at you for one last time Kiku. You will be gone in few minutes then. We will never be able to touch each other again. I put my hands in your head once more and try to look into you eyes, if only I could make your heart move again!

Good bye Kiku, may you rest in peace! But before I stop writing for you today, I want some answers from you...you will always remember me, right? You will come running to me when I call out your name, won't you? You will lick my hands again when I come home next time, you will right? Don't make me run after you this time, and don't run so fast because I will not be able to track that pace of yours! I will not be able to follow you in the blue horizon so wait, wait for me somewhere inbetween. You will wait for me, you will, right Kiku?

Waiting for you to reply!