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रु खको टुप्पामा हॉसिरहेको फलले जीवन संघर्स हो भन्ने दर्सन प्रस्ट गर्छ, आभिरल बग्ने खोलाले बोध गराउछ की जीवन अनन्त यात्रा हो | प्रकृतिले उदारतासाथ हृदय खोलेर जीवनदर्शनको   पाठ सिकाईरहेको हुन्छ, हामी मान्छे नै आसफल हुन्छौ प्रकृतिको भाषा बुझ्न | सुनगाभा संग नजीकिनु छ भने धैरत्या र हिम्मतलाई संगालेर आगाडी बढ्नु पर्छ | एकतर्फी प्रेम र प्राणघाती सुनगाभाको फुलमा म बिल्कुलै कुनै भिन्नता पाउदिन | हामीले देखेका छौ सुनगाभाले आफुसंग प्रेम जताउन आउने भमरालाई कसरि हात खोलेर स्वागत गर्छे, कस्तो कलात्मक ढङ्गले आफ्ना कोमलतामा लटपट पारेर फकाउॅछे   | बिचार भमरालाई के था, त्यो कोमलता भित्र लुकेको कठोर यथार्थ | जब सुनगाभाको कोखभित्र नीसास्सीएर सास घटीमा अडकेको हुन्छ, तब भमराको मनमा एउटा प्रस्न उठ्छ, “ यो कस्तो प्रेमको आस देखाई सुनगाभाले मलाइ ?” | यसमा सुनगाभाको पनि के गल्ति, यसले पनि आफ्नो मर्यादा बिपरित जान सक्दीन, प्राकृतीसंग बिध्रोह गरेर भमरालाई जीउदै छोडन् सक्दिन | पुतली आएर होमिन्छ भनेर आगो आफ्नो बाल्ने धर्मबाट कहाँ बीमुख हुन्छ र? कोहि जानाजान आगोमा हमफालेर मर्छ भने तेस्तलाई बि...

H er name was Sami.   The sunrise   was rushing to its height through every possible phase   and soon it   was laying   its auriferous rays over Kathmandu valley. Smiling at blooming morning   she spread her arms   to welcome the golden rays which was trying to   pass through her body.   She could feel the wind smoothly touching her belle youth, she tried to escape but the gust of wind successfully put emblem of kiss in her scarlet lips, she felt shifting sensation of delight and fear .   Sami looked around and saw ­ something that she hadn’t notice before ; green hills embracing each other, sky adversely staring at   the land , the leaves being tenderly touched by dewdrops and   time caressing   every blink of moment with its icy finger. Overawed by a strange, delicious shyness, she felt same natural phenomena recurring   deep inside her body. Slowly, then suddenly she plea to fly in her imagination. Sh...

  Student Politics Politics today, whether desirable or not, has become totalitarian in nature all around the world, varying only in terms of degree. It has become so pervasive that there exists no social institution that is not affected by politics or is devoid of internal politics and our university is no exception. Many university students are blinded form reality that some vested party leaders are using them as proxy party interest. Students must understand that Nepalese political leaders often try to misuse the ‘raw energy’ of youth to build their own careers. Student political movements usually distract bright students from their academic pursuit. They lose precious years chasing romantic dreams of changing the world, only to realize much later that they have lost precious years of their life. There has been a recent incidence of protest, violence, and ongoing strike movements in our major academic institutions like Ratna Rajya Campus, Tri-Chandra Campus, and recently the cla...

Someday I’ll not be there That time you may remember You may realize the importance of light When there is darkness to fight Those time we never spend together That love which never get any care Yet this love is strong enough Will remain same till you show off I don’t know whether you love me But I’m here to love you Each time you remember me I know you will miss me too Someday I’ll not be there to see Loneliness will take place of me When my grave feels morning dew And I’m not there with you Without me the day will shine I hope you will remain fine

S ome teachers are just there for the pay-check, just hanging out until retirement is feasible, but not Prof. Komal Phuyal. I attained   his first class at January 17 , then I knew I was in good hands. When he taught it was with the passion of a lifelong teacher, someone who live to cultivate love of teaching to next generation. At first day, Prof Phuyal appeared before us, in his majestic look. He possess a physic of one who had grown too slow in his age . Initially, his life takes fast track bullet train. Maturity knocks very early in his door.   He fathered two children at age of 14, get permanent placement as teacher in government service at 22 and still struggling in Academic ground.  His body implicitly indicate that he lives on carbohydrate. Every day he crawls off to college in his loud music blaring   Honda shine. At second encounter,   I noticed, a tailored grey shirt , brown cauterize pant and very carelessly tied   leather belt, black lapt...