Thursday, September 1, 2016

The body decays – but love endures.



By Kamala Budhathoki Sarup Kamala 
 
Published in UPI Asia Blog, Newsblaze.com, Opednews.com, Scoop.co.nz, Webcommentary.com, mediaforfreedom.com 
 
"Lovely friend Kamala," my friend sent me these words by email. "Whenever you allow yourself to feel the extreme of love and the extreme of freedom and peace, pain and sorrow will be wiped out. My words will provide you a place as the morning breeze does. This is the foundation of love and peace." This part of the long email sent by my friend suddenly increased the beatings of my heart. I wonder how it is that love sent through an email can play such a sensitive role in my life. "One can live in a loving atmosphere." This is a lesson that I learned from my friend. I too started to send my feelings via email. "When I feel love for small children, older people, poor people, that moment becomes the most important moment imaginable. The imagination recalls; so sweet a recollection I never expected.
 
 I am certain that people are lovely, like the touch of poem – it seems as if our love could be permanent and unbelievable." A cool breeze is blowing and I can see the long river outside. It has become my duty to look out at this lively river. “What I am feeling now is that our way of thinking, assumptions and lifestyle are similar. I believe in deep friendship, which I think must be delicate as well. I am fond of flowers. I love children. " In the early morning, I passed on this message to my friend through the telephone. I am not sure whether my friend heard the word flower or not, but what is a comfort to me is that my friend seems as delicate as me; perhaps my friend is a good student and a poet. I can feel delicacy in voice. 
 
Although friend speaks well and clearly into the phone, it feels as though we are on opposite sides of this earth. Probably, we will meet soon or see one another. The result of this probability could be positive. And now, yet again, I watch the people walking on the road while I sit on the bench outside of my home. Like the people, I am also busy. My school friend had invited me on a trip to visit Washington, DC, with him, for a holiday. 
 
I had replied civilly, "Thank you! But I am so busy that I don't even have time to think for myself. Maybe I'll be unable to maintain to visit for awhile. We are both are so busy and don't have leisure time to spend. It is better to keep our lives separate." he became quite sad and went off without notice. I suddenly felt uneasy and sought the refuge of my home. Turning back to the computer, I see another email from my friend, asking me to send my photo. Email makes me forget myself. I begin yet another email response. 
 
"The sky and heart should be unified. We are to live for our future and the plans that we imagine. I love you, I love children, I love older people, I love poor people. But I can't express enough love. Our love may or may not bring us together, but what is certain is that it will live a long time, like a story or poem. "We must continue our love for children and women. Love is far more important. The body decays – but love endures. If we accept this principle, we will be one step forward in the field of love and we can dedicate ourselves for the immortality of love forgiveness, kindness, freedom and peace."
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Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Needed to Combat Child Pornography

Kamala Budhathoki Sarup 

Published in Cape May County Herald. http://www.capemaycountyherald.com/opinion/letters_to_the_editor/article_8b083070-6ad8-11e6-8a75-ab77029456af.html


New Jersey police arrested 40 people from every county in N.J. in August 2016, for the possession and distribution of child pornography. N.J. State Police said the arrests were "the result of a proactive scanning of Internet traffic to discover who was sharing and downloading these files across N.J."
A conviction for possessing pornographic images that are illegal or involves a minor is considered one of the greatest crimes in the country and can result in fines, and convictions including up to 15 years in federal prison as well as registration as a sex offender.
Child pornography is one of the major leading causes of the exploitation and abuse of a minor or person under the legal age of consent. Usually, it involves children below the age of 18 years. It is also often associated with child prostitution or becoming a sex slave.
Child pornography not only includes videos but writing and pictures which are produced by either direct involvement or simulation. Even though serious laws are present against these activities it is still prevailing as well as growing in number.
Yury Fedotov, executive director of the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime, states that "the exploitation of children is not a new phenomenon, but the digital age has exacerbated the problem and created more vulnerability to the children.”
There are numerous factors that make children more vulnerable to online abuse. The globalized and anonymous cyber space also helps predators escape detection in new ways, and a multitude of technical challenges hinder police abilities to identify and address child pornography offenses. A lack of an appropriate legislation across the globe is also a major impediment for investigations and prosecutions.
While observing the present scenario, the explicit picture of children affected by sexual crimes can be seen. Moreover, it has highly affected the sector of education. Therefore, thousands of minors have been directly hampered in the field of education. With the growing child pornography crime throughout the world, I urge to have more legal rights in expectation for their better safety. I think doing so will also increase social and community motivation because it is easy to avoid child pornography but hard to eliminate it.
Biraj Budhathoki, a civil engineer working to defend children's rights in Asia said, "Minors especially living on or below the poverty line are "extremely vulnerable" towards sexual crime and also they are under threat from HIV/AIDS. The psychosocial effects on children can be devastating and may haunt them through life. Many children exposed to horrible acts of sexual violence during key developmental years, come to accept violent acts as a normal part of their life. This is putting young children at risk for continuing cycles of violence.”
Community-based education is needed.
There's also a need for psychologists to advocate for policies that support children affected by sexual violence, and to help deliver other services, such as providing health support in N.J. Normalcy and balance are essential to their lives and to their emotional well-being in the community.
All emergency assistance in N.J. should specifically address sexual violence and it must be brought under control. There can no longer be any excuses, no acceptable argument for exploiting children for sex, and child pornography in N.J.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Unsafe Driving, Traffic Violations in NJ

Unsafe Driving, Traffic Violations in NJ 
By Kamala Budhathoki Sarup.
Published in Cape May County Herald. 
 
Death from unsafe driving, traffic violations, and traffic accidents are high in New Jersey and are increasing. Not only do they cause risk to one's health but they can have aftereffects too.
According to media reports, in 2015, there were 501 road accidents that led to 541 deaths in New Jersey. According to data presented by Allstate Insurance in 2012, New Jersey was named “home to the second worst drivers” in the country, which was printed in Forbes magazine. New Jersey Department of Transportation released a report that included approximately 62,000 accidents in 2014. Most car accidents in New Jersey occur on municipal or county roads. We experience a large number of accidents during the holiday season in Cape May County.

According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, more than one-third of teenage deaths in the U.S. are the result of motor vehicle crashes. The reason: “Most teens around the country are inexperienced and don’t have enough practice and knowledge when they get behind the wheel of a car,” stated Jason Friedman, founder, and CEO of Drive Safer.

When I got a careless driving ticket from Middle Township police last month, I knew it was not a major accident but I was still scared.

I am very thankful to new Middle Township Judge Dorothy Incarvito-Garrabrant. She was wonderful. The court was very busy and most were there for traffic violations. The way Judge Garrabrant and her prosecutor dealt with each case to remind people to respect the law, become a better driver and citizen, the more I got inspired from her. At the end of the day, I set my mind to help and convince other people about the laws as well as the safety of the roads, the effects and how it affects the lives of the people and the community.

When one meets with an accident, he should immediately inform police and one should not flee the scene as it may raise further questions about the accident. If the owner of the car is present, he should exchange information regarding his phone number and other information. Reporting it is a good thing as it can in most cases avoid death and damage of lives and property. Your driving history is one of the biggest factors in determining what you pay for car insurance.

Young drivers in New Jersey run a greater risk everywhere and this problem is still largely unsolved. Distracted driving is a serious problem on the roads, especially due to the use of mobile devices.
It is very important to encourage people with new teen drivers in New Jersey to get educated about New Jersey’s Graduated Driver’s License (GDL) program. It is very important to save lives by preventing injuries and deaths at work, in homes and communities, and on the road through leadership, research, education and advocacy in New Jersey from the start of high school. 

The need for prioritization of road safety education with a focus on issues like drunk driving, speeding, and negligent and reckless driving are among the main recommendations that need to be noted if we want to prevent traffic violations or deaths in New Jersey.
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Monday, July 25, 2016

True Story: My friend was raped and killed.

Kamala Budhathoki 'Sarup'
Published in:UPI Asia Blog.

I arranged my hair, and I looked at myself in front of the mirror. I lit the stove and boiled tea in akettle. My heart began to boil like the tea in the pot. My women'srights activist friend and I had been good friends in school, when she was in 9th grade and I was in 10th grade. I used to help her in many ways. To reach school, it was necessary to walk up a foot walk. On the way,there were raspberries and peaches.

She was short and could not reach the fruits, so I helped her pick them. I protected her from the raspberry thorns, as I collected the raspberries, which I gave to her on a leaf plate I brought from home. We often walked together hand in hand. Oh, how we used to enjoy watching movies and drinking milk together. We used to sing and dance on the way home. I can’t remember more than that. I’ve tried to remember.

In December, she said to me and my brother, "If you study hard, we will go to the city. We will share our joys and sorrows in a small rented room there. We may get good jobs also. A teaching job might be easy to get."My brother had said, "Studying in a city is not as easy as you think. It is very hard to lead a life. It takes a lot of money. Studying without money is impossible. It is better to search for a job first. Money does not grow on trees. Money will do everything.”

To which she replied, "Don’t you understand? I will be happy if I join the police!" She used to make such jokes to keep me happy. I poured the boiling tea in a cup and entered the room. I stood in front of the mirror and sipped my tea, awaiting my friend eagerly. It is ten minutes to four. I adjusted the window screenand lay on my bed.

"Which one is Kamala's home?" I heard the voice of one of my school friends, Kumar, from the yard. I stood up, went to the mirror, adjusted my eyeliner, put the red spot on my frehead, rosy lipstick onmy lips and went down to welcome Kumar. He was standing in the yard. I said, "We are meeting after a long time. Thank God for reuniting us."Kumar just stared at me. I just smiled at him, thinking this was one of his usual jokes. We entered my house together. "When did you come?"Kumar asked without hesitation, which I didn't anticipate. "I am still searching for my future," I said. I went into the kitchen and started frying meat and preparing tea.

After a time, I gave Kumar eat, fried beaten rice and a cup of tea. Placing the things on thetable, I told him, "I am still waiting for my friend. Why is she late today?" While saying so, my heart trembled and I wanted to weep,and embraced him at that moment.

"Why do you weep? I know you love your friend. After two long years,not only is your heart pious, but also it loves her. She also wept for you. You would be surprised to read the note in her diary.
Did you know her parents tried to force her to marry, but she didn't listen to them. Her mother perhaps died from grief and father has been a heart patient for four years. It was her who wanted you to come to her marriage. She did not want to get married without your approval of the man. She could not trust her parents." Saying so, Kumar also wept. "Please eat first. The tea is getting cold. Eat everything now; we will continue our conversation after breakfast." I tried to change the matter from the serious to the simple. Within a minute, he expressed the bad news. "Your friend struggled with life in many ways.

She was raped and killed. Only the day before yesterday, she was engaged and then today she died in the hospital." There is no security and no rights for women. These days, thereis no security for women even in their homes, work places and public places. My eyes were full of tears.
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Friday, July 22, 2016

Prostitution: True Story Of My Friend

Kamala Budhathoki ‘Sarup’
Published in UPI Asia news (Blog), Opednews.com, newsblaze.com, mediaforfreedom.com, webcommentary.com, Nolanchart.com.

I wrote this diary about my friend. Actually after returning from Prostitute Brothel, my first meeting with her began the strange day for me. In a way, every day I have been meeting a person or the other. Whatever it may be, among those I met at this moment she is a bit different from other and, in fact, this is an important in our friendship.

It's not that I am trying to keep this day separate from others from the expected thought of other things. I am not trying either to interpret the concept of the philosopher that people live in their own ways. Whatever it may be, in this situation of tension I am delighted to have met this friend. She told me "The large city of prostitute brothel which is terrifying to look at with its tall buildings, I felt as if everyone who lived inside felt satisfied and they quenched their hunger. I don't like even to remember. I was buried in my mind's inner conflict of that really. Due to the compulsion to sell my body every evening, all the time within me an unknown fear, terror and fright created an empire of its own.

I felt restless at my living; I was disgusted every moment with that kind of life. The notorious brothel where I was living was a place where thousands of girls like me had to sell their bodies for cheap prices. How hard and full of terror was to live in that environment! When I think of it, my heart trembles even today. Although the pain within me had another chief reason and that was the memory never left me. Almost always I remembered my village. The mountains, the waterfalls and the forests that extended far and wide looked as hard as life itself with them uphill and downhill filled with the crowds.

She further added " My mother had a dream exactly like mine that her daughter would get some education by going to the city and could stand on her own to make her living. But I was brought to this terrible brothel and was sold by my own uncle's son. I was sold, and I came to know later that it was a brothel where thousands of girls were sold and they were forced to sell their bodies for a small amount of money. In a place where the human vultures spend money to play foul with raw flesh and the prestige of one was ruined just for a handful of coins, how could I survive in a place such as that? My heart was filled with depression, but I was unable to express any of my feelings to anybody because the trade of female bodies was found from big lodges to hotels and yellow mansions of that city.

In that place bargain of girls, selling them and turning them into prostitutes by force inflicting untold tortures on them were just a common incident in that environment. The rich men filled their thirst with me everyday”.

She was obviously scared. She cried "It was a great joke that my right over my own body was snatched away from me. Often a question tormented me from time to time. After all, what was the real meaning of a person to live as a woman? Was it just a means of providing cheap enjoyment which one could have by paying money? I hated my existence as a woman in thousands of questions. What a pity! My body was torn and snatched out by hundreds everyday. When I saw the mistresses of brothels surrounding me, every time I felt inferiority complex. All the males were hungry for fulfilling their sexual passion. I felt a strong hatred towards men. But despite the fact I had to sell my body. While she was talking, crying and talking "When I came to my city, I had a great imagination. My life, in fact, was quite terrible and horrible as I had to live surrounded twenty four hours by agents and customers. At the gates of every building there were agents busy haggling for our bodies as if we were beasts kept for auction. And we waited for the customers inside a very dark and foul smelling room. Who was there to love me in that world of money ? Everywhere there were alcoholic drinks, money and only customers.

At that time, I was completely robbed. The value of my body and of my soul was completely depleted. But now, I have returned with the germs of HIV in with me. Although I served the brothel for so many years. I have gone empty now. When I have come back, I am here with empty mind and carrying a terrible disease with me”. She said. I asked her a lot of questions, only some of which she could answer. She spent the time talking with me and said " After my arrival here, I have met my old sweet heart. I found out that he hadn't got married yet. Really, I didn't see any difference between in the past and at the present time. He showed the same attraction, the same love and the same restlessness to see me. At this moment, he is closer to me and I am crying to open up some thing of life to him. To be closer to each other is a pleasant moment. " It's definitely not easy to be alive. In fact, life is a difficult, dangerous and unpleasant journey". She said.

I am outside of my apartment. I am now looking at my diary. A street ! When you refer to a street you have to associate it with the crowds of people. With the street comes the question of crowds and noise they make. There used to be the same crowd in the street at that time and even today. There is no decrease in the throngs of people. At this moment I too am in the crowd of people. But, the special quality of the street has been to remain alone. Even in the crowd except one or two faces known sometimes remain mostly unacquainted.

I am walking on the side of this crowd without stopping. But the crowd is increasing. "Even at this moment in this place, the crowd has been large as at the market," an old women near me shouts. "These people are tremendously increasing in number. Every time I am afraid that there would be some accident. It is not safe to send children to school", she prattles on for a long time. She pulls a small child walking beside her and holds its friendly arm. Everybody has his own problem. Perhaps no person is free from his or her problem. Should I have an ideal thought like this? I am alone in my walk and unknowingly my steps turn toward the residence of my friend again. She was found all alone in her room.

 She shows her formality, "Come in Kamala". I go close to her and sit down. " I have arranged a job for you in an office. You must forget your past. Whatever may be, the criminal has been punished. Now you shouldn't continue worrying", I told her everything in a breath.
She cried in response and said "My past has gone through such a hot torture that the criminal's getting even a capital punishment would not heal my wound nor the stain in my character erase, because of which today I am suffering from HIV. He deserves to die for the shame he brought to my life. ?"
When I hear what she told me I felt that I was sinking where I stood. I am frightened. I am choked. I move away from the place. I don't even like to look back. I don't know where I am going now.

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Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Friendship And Some memories can never be replaced.

Kamala Budhathoki 'Sarup'
 
"Which one is Kamala's home?" I heard the voice of one of my childhood friend, from the yard. I stood up, went to the mirror, adjusted my eyeliner, lipstick on my lips and went down to welcome my friend. He was standing in the yard.

"We are meeting after a longtime. Thanks God for reuniting us." He stared at me. I just smiled at him, and thinking this was his habitual satire. "When did you come?" he asked the personal questions without hesitation, which I didn't anticipate.

I looked at myself in front of the mirror again. I lighted the stove and boiled tea in a kettle. My heart began to boil as the tea was boiling into the pot. I compared my heart with the boiling tea.
My friend and I were good friends at school. I was in class 10 and used to help him in many ways. It was necessary to step upward to the walk to reach school. On the way, there were peaches. I helped pick them. I protected him from the raspberry thorns, which I collected and gave to him in a leaf plate that I brought from home.Oh how we used to enjoy watching the films, and drinking a cup of tea. We used to sing and dance on the way home.

I could not remember more than that. I tried to remember, "If you study hard, we will share our joys and sorrows.

We may get good jobs also. A teaching job might be easy to get." On the fifth day of the school he had said to me and my late older sister, "Studying in the city is not as easy as you think. It is very hard to lead a life. It takes a lot of money. Studying without money is impossible. It is better to search for a job first. In city money does not grow on trees. Money will do everything," my late sister answered. "Do you understand?" They used to make such jokes to keep me happy.

I poured the boiling tea in a cup and entered the room. I stood in front of the mirror and sipped my tea. I adjusted the screen of the window, and lay on my bed and put the hands on my heart. It beat rapidly."I am still searching for my old friend ", I said. I dashed into the kitchen. I started to fry meat. I prepared tea. After a time, I gave him meat, fried rice and cups of tea. Placing the things on the table, I spoke. "Why are you late today?" While saying so , my heart trembled. I wished to weep, embracing him at that moment. "Why do you weep? I know you love your friend.

In a long five years, not only is your heart pious but also it loves. I also wept for you. You would be surprised to read the note in my dairy. Do you know my parents tried to force me to get married, but I didn't listen to them. He further said "My mother died from grief and father has been a heart patient for 4 years. It was me who wanted you to come to my wedding. I did not want to get married without your approval of the woman. I could not trust my parents." Saying so, he wept excitedly. "The tea is getting cold. Eat everything now; we will continue our conversation after dinner." I tried to change the matter from the serious to the simple.

"Kamala dear friend, I struggled with life in many ways. I was against an arranged marriage.". He expressed himself in a minute. My eyes were filled with tears. I love my friends for love, relationship and respect.

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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

My first stories collection.

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My first stories collection. The stories in this book examine the increasing love and sadness and environmental aspects of life. Very simple things of life, joys, love and sorrow, which are important for the life of people.
 
I like to write short stories with characters of emotional feelings. I admire many writers. I try to use unique details of a character's experience. I pay a lot of attention on it. I am a woman with ambition and hard work, so I would very much like emotions of all backgrounds to pick up my stories. I would like to say, a lot of people from different fields have influenced me as well. Writing a short story is more challenging I believe. I like to read Dickens, Shakespeare, Ernest Hemingway, and Eliot. My stories are based on fact - it is indeed life, love and our moments and memories, that is what makes writing so great, so powerful. 

I like to share emotions and visions. I have been writing stories since I was 13 years old. Many good people (writers, journalists, family and friends) who encouraged my writing, that enabled me to follow my dreams and talent into this field. I am forever thankful for my sisters, brothers and paren'ts encouragement, respect and belief. 

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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Love, Freedom And Relationships

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Love, Freedom And Relationships
Kamala B. Sarup
Published in mediaforfreedom.com

 The real story of my friends. He went out the house. He put on his shoes and hurriedly reached the street. He even didn’t inform his mom about his departure. According to last seven years routine, he used to go out after having breakfast and tea. He did it always after work in the office. But today he went out hurriedly when his mom was busy.He has to meet his girlfriend.

She really seems like the moon. He imagined her big eyes which attracted him. A real attractive lady. Thinking of her, he was almost lured to lost on the way. She really looked beautiful yesterday. The red flower on her plait defeated every beauty in front of her. He is proud of  her.

While enjoying romantic relationship with her he does not wish even to imagine his problem.  Even he is not satisfied with a single act of his life. He thinks, his girlfriend seems to him like grape which can be seen always. Though, her teeth are white and trim. Oil on her hair and expensive scent on her dress always make her look like a bride. He thought and decided at once to make her his wife.When he was pushing himself through a busy street, an office co-worker, disturbed him.

 ‘I have urgent office work. Saying so, he escaped.  He recalled his position in the office. He worked in the newspaper. The salary he gets is not enough to maintain all these people. He wished that wives should be like his girlfriend, who is ever ready for laugh, go out for lunch and dinner and looks new every time.Again he thought if his income can not meet the needs of her; thinking so he became mad. He told himself his life would be incomplete in the absence of his girlfriend. He was about to weep. Meanwhile he was disturbed by the chairman of his Development Committee. ‘Hello  what made you to behave like this? Your shoes are on the wrong feet! have you have lost your mind or what ‘ Such a bitter complain from the chairman upset him. His shirt was unbuttoned too.

He had been working since 7 years without a promotion or increase in salary. If he would be a politician, at least he would have been promoted to the chairman thought himself. He shocked himself. He thanked the chairman and corrected himself from top to bottom. He was eager to see his girlfriend. He has forgotten his parents. He wished to pass the whole night with her.  He kept his way to his girlfriend. He had drawn his salary the day before. He had some money to buy sugar and oil. He decided to buy some presents for her. He imagined her face. He is grateful to her.

He would like to buy her a lot of things at a time.  His heart filled with the love of her.  He went to market and bought a present for her. He wanted to keep her happy. The people on the way seemed him to disturb elements. The way to his girlfriend was quite long today. He was eager to meet her. If he fails to reach her in time, his mom might call on the phone and to disturb him. It would be very bad if his mom comes to know about his relationship. He was talking himself If his mom leaves he would accept her as his wife.  Fifty year old  he is excited for his girlfriend.

He wants to forget his life. He declared ‘I care not about the people’s comment to marry with my girlfriend’.When he neared to the room of her, he corrected his hair and dress unconsciously. He hold the present transparently and knocked at the door. After a while the door was opened. It was her standing at the door. She welcomed.

He couldn’t decide what to do. He remained standing with the present, looking at her.Published in Newsblaze.com

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Why I Love Cape May

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Why I Love Cape May
Kamala B. Sarup
Published in Cape May County Herald.


When I moved from Pennsylvania to Cape May in 2012, I knew that I was blessed with the greatness of new feelings. I visited places like Ocean City and Atlantic City, but decided to stay at the shore. I fell in love with Cape May’s shore; beautiful Sunset Beach, sounds of tides in the ocean and the Boardwalk in Wildwood. Living and working here has been an inspiration for my passion in writing articles and stories.

I always used to wonder why people liked certain kinds of seasons, but not all. I never even cared to think about it as I always thought there was nothing to be excited about for a particular season. But I started to notice that the months before June and July brought some extra happiness to my life. This is the time when the Jersey tomatoes ripen in the fields; the buds develop into different kinds of flowers that add a sweet fragrance into the air. The sky slowly gets rid of all those rain clouds and becomes crystal clear. This is the time, not only for a particular age group, but also for every individual to share their happy thoughts and moments with each other.

The sound of children playing on the Boardwalk, couples holding hands, and the smell of flowers in the air makes this place lively and fun. During this time of the year, visiting relatives, friends and also historical places can help us know about our past and also help us spend our evenings too. Many people choose to spend their evenings on Sunset Beach watching the sun set into the horizon.
Cape May City is also famous for bird watchers. Last year, there was a big event for them here because many species of birds and butterflies migrate from the south to nest in the north and back (in the month of October) coincidently making this place a half-way stopping point due to the abundance of food and its climatic condition at this time of the year. I see birds flying up to the farthest distance and their navigation techniques for such long distances amaze me and this is partially understood. Watching those species of birds has become one of my hobbies.

Later, I wished I could have my own house surrounded by flowers and trees from where I could see water and waterfalls.  I also made a lot of friends with whom I shared my experiences, and gained some new ones too.

Cape May is rapidly turning into a tourist area for both domestic and international tourists. Therefore, I would like people from different parts of the country to visit Cape May this summer so that you cannot only see but also feel the wonders of this place.

I love being here in Cape May and I think moving to Cape May was one of the best decisions I’ve made in my life.

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Thursday, March 10, 2016

कमला सरुपको कथाशिल्प

The great critic, DrKhagendra Luitel , wrote about my first and second collection of stories, “Ways To Compromise ” "Feelings of Remembrance". It was published in Garima magazine. His comments add honor for these stories. 
कमला सरुपको कथाशिल्प 
डा. खगेन्द्रप्रसाद लुइटेल
विषयप्रवेश ः कमला नेपाली साहित्यमा कमला सरुपका नामबाट चिनिन थालेकी छन् । ‘लघुताभास’ कथाका माध्ययमबाट नेपाली कथाका फाँटमा देखा परेकी कमला सरुपको सम्झौताको मोडमा शीर्षक कथासङ्ग्रहका अतिरिक्त अन्य केही फुटकर कथाहरु विभिन्न पत्रपत्रिकामा प्रकाशित भएका छन् । कलिलै उमेरमा कथासिर्जनतर्फ प्रवृत्त भई थुप्रै कथाहरु सिर्जना गरिसकेकी कमला सरुप वर्तमान युवापुस्ताकी सिर्जनशील नारी कथाकार हुन् । यो लेख कथाविश्लेषणको संरचनात्मक देखिए पनि सन्दर्भ र प्रसङ्गपरिवर्तनका परिप्रेक्ष्यबाट भने तिनको विभाजनरेखा खुट्याउन सकिन्छ । यति हुँदाहुँदै पनि लघु आयामका कारण कतिपय कथामा सहज. विभाजनको स्थिति देखिन्न । यसरी विभाजनका दृष्टिले हेर्दा मुख्यत ः अचिहिनत विभाजनको स्थिति भएका कथासिर्जना गर्नु कमला सरुपको कथासिर्जनगत शिल्प रहेको देखिन्छ ।
सङ्गठन :कमला सरुपका कथाहरु कृति र वस्तु दुवैका सन्दर्भबाट निश्चित सङ्गठनमा आबद्ध छन् । यिनका प्राय ः सबै कथाको पहिलो वाक्यमै घटनामा सहभागी परिचयका माध्यमबाट अभिमुखीकरणको लगतत्तैपछि र कथामा एकसाथ प्रस्तावना गरिए कतिपयमा कृतिका आदिमा अभिमुग पाइन्छ । कथ्यलाई माध्यभागमा विस्तार गरी कतिपय कथामा अभिमुखीकरण र प्रस्तावनाझैँ एकसाथ र कतिपयमा पृथक्पृथक ढङ्गले पुष्टीकरण र निष्कर्षक प्रस्तुत गरिएको छ । यस्तै गरी यिनका कथाका वस्तुको सङ्गठनमा पनि प्रायः आदि, मध्य र अन्त्यको क्रमिकता पाइन्छ । द्धन्द्धात्मक सघनता उति नपाइए् पनि यिनका धेरजसो कथामा चिनारी,सङ्गर्ष विकास,सङ्गर्षहास र उपसंहारमा भने प्रायः क्रमिकता रहेको छ । कथाको विस्तार र समापनमा असहजता एवम् हतारोपन देखिए पनि मूलतः कृति र वस्तु दुवैलाई आबद्ध गरी कथा सिजन गर्नु कथाकार कमला सरुपका कथा सङ्गठनका शिल्पगत विशेषता हो । 
वस्तु : विषयवस्तु ÷कथ्य संरचनाको निर्माणका लागी अनिवार्य घटक हो । कमला सरुपका कथामा प्रयुक्त वस्तुको सङ्क्षिप्त विवरण यस प्रकार रहेको छ । 
कथा वस्तु÷कथ्य 
 लघुताभास : अयोग्यहरुको बोलबालाका कारण योग्यताको कदर नहुँदा योग्यहरु निरर्थक र अस्तित्वहीन जिन्दगी जिउन विवश वर्तमान युगीन कटु यथार्थ प्रस्तुत । 
बाँच्ने उपक्रममा : अभाव र गरिवीले आक्रान्त जीवनका दुःखद सन्दर्भहरुको प्रस्तुति । 
उसको मूत्युमा : निर्धनताका कारण स्वास्नीद्धारा समेत अपहेलित र तिरस्कृत साहित्यकार लोग्नेको दर्दनाक मृत्यु र मृत्युपश्चात्को प्रशंसा वर्णन । 
विफलता: प्रेमविवाह गर्ने लाहुरेले अर्की बिहे गरी आमालाई तिरस्कार गरेको हुँदा छोरीले लाहुँरेसँग बिहे गर्न अस्वीकार गरेको प्रसङ्ग ।  
सम्झौताको मोडमा: प्रेमको पूर्वस्मृति र वर्तमान बिछोडको निराशाजनक वर्णन । 
सडक र मान्छे : युद्ध विध्वंसका लागी नभएर समानता,स्वतन्त्रता, सदभाव र आर्थिक उन्नतिका लागी हुनुपर्ने धारणा व्यक्त । 
चन्द्रमा र यात्रा: वर्तमान युगीन अशान्ति, विभीषिका, त्रास, संवेदनहीनता र हसोन्मुख मानवताका सट्टा आपसी सद्भाव, विश्वास र प्रेममय जिवनको । 
कोलाहल: आन्दोलनमा सहित भएका परिवारको क्षतविक्षत सम्पन्न जिजीविषा, आर्थिक दुरवस्था, चेलीबेटी बेचबिखन आदिको चित्रण 
रामप्रसादकी छोरी: अभाव र गरिवीले आक्रान्त परिवारमा बढेकी छोरी बलात्कृत भई मृताववस्थामा फेला पर्दाको कारुणिक दृश्य प्रस्तुत 
 निरन्तर विक्षिप्त: जीवनका सुखद सपनाहरु अभाव र असन्षोमा पारिवारिक मायाको अभावका कारण अक्षमता जस्ता नारीपीडाको प्रस्तुति । 
 शान्तिदी: लोग्नेले सौता हालेका कारण घर छोड्ने बाध्य भएकी र अनेक सामाजिक लाञ्छना सहेर पनि छोरालाई सक्षम बनाउने सङ्गर्षशील नारीको चित्रण र वर्गीय विभेदका कारण अस्वीकार्य प्रेम 
 अनिश्चित यात्रा: आफन्तबाटै वम्वैको वेश्यालयमा बेचिएर एड्स बोकी फर्किएकी युवतीको मर्म र केटी बेचुवालाई दण्ड दिने कानुनको अभाव रहेको कटु यथार्थको प्रस्तुति । 
 असफल मोडमा: सहरी भीड, कोलाहल, माग्नेहरुको बिगबिगीका साथै प्रेममा असफल प्रेमिकाको पतनोन्मुख अवस्थाको वर्णन । 
 असफलता: प्रेमासक्त प्रेमिकाका सुनौला इच्छा, आकाङ्क्षाका माफ प्रेमीले अकैसँग बिहे गरेको प्रसङ्गवर्णन । 
 असुरक्षित ओथारो: रक्सी र तासको कुलतका कारण स्वास्नी र छोरीसमेत मुखियाका लागी बेच्ने नीच व्यक्ति तथा मुखियाको पन्जाबाट फुत्किए पनि स्वजनबाटै बलात्कृत भई बेचिएर रोगग्रस्त अवस्थामा स्वदेश फर्किएकी युवतीको करुण कथा प्रस्तुत । 
 हामी बाँच्न सक्दैनौँ : प्रियको प्रेमविना बाँच्न नसक्ने जस्ता प्रेमालापयुक्त भावुक (तन्नेरी) अभिव्यक्ति । 
 अप्राप्य मोड: आर्थिक आदि कारणले लामो समयको प्रेम पनि वैवाहिक जीवनमा परिणत हुन नसकेको भावुक कथ्य प्रस्तुत । 
 सान्दाइको सम्झनामा: वर्तमानमा व्याप्त निर्मम हत्या, आतङ्कका कारण आहत मानवताको कारुणिकताको प्रस्तुति । 
मैले माया गरेको तिमी: पत्रात्मक ढाँचामा जीवनमा अभाव, नैराश्य, प्रेम, अशान्ति आदिको माथिको तथ्याङ्कलाई हेर्दा कथाकार कमला सरुपले अभाव, गरिबी, पीडा, नैराश्य, मानवीय प्रेम, असफल प्रेमपीडा, वैवाहिक समस्या, लाहुरेवृत्ति, मिलन, बिछोड, कुण्ठा, करुण, विवशता, वाध्यता आदि विषयवस्तुलाई कथात्मक स्वरुप प्रदान गरेको देखिन्छ । 
यस्तै गरी यिनले बलात्कार, चेलीबेटी बेचबिखन, बहुविवाह, सामाजिक लाञ्छना, कुलत, आर्थिक असमानता, निरीहपन, संवेदनहीनता, हासोन्मुख मानवता, अशान्ति, भय, त्रास, कोलाहल, विभीषिका, असानवीयताजस्ता विषयवस्तु पनि नयन गरी कथासिर्जना गरेको पाइन्छ । निर्धन साहित्यकारका दुर्दशा, पत्नीपीडित पति र पतिपीडित पत्नीका दुरवस्था, सामाजिक विकृतिविसङ्गति, बेरोजगारी आदी कथ्यलाई पनि कमलाले आफ्ना कथामा अभिव्यक्त गरेकी छन् । 
यी विभिन्न विषयवस्तुको प्रस्तुति पाइए पनि यिनका कथाको वस्तु मूलतः मानवीय वैयक्तिक जीवनसँग र अंशतः सामाजिक राष्ट्रिय सन्दर्भसँग सम्बद्ध रहेको देखिन्छ । यिनका अधिव कथामा युवासुलभ प्रेमासक्ति, प्रेमविवाह असफलता र बिछोड वैवाहिक समस्याको प्रस्तुति पाइन्छ र यस प्रकारको प्रस्तुतिमा कथाकारको युवासुलभ भावुकता छताछुल्ल भएर पोखिएको छ, तर यो पोखाइ असहज र अशिष्ट भने छैन । नारीसमस्याको प्रस्तुति पनि पाइन्छ । यसरी समग्रमा कमला सरुपका कथामा प्रयुक्त विषयवस्तुलाई हेर्दा यिनले अभिकाशंतः जीवनका अँध्यारा पाटाहरुलाई टिपेर कथात्मक संरचना प्रदान गरेको देखिन्छ । 
सहभागी : कथाका घटनावलीलाई अग्रसर तुल्याउने वा गति प्रदान गर्ने काम सहभागीहरुले गर्दछन् । विनासहभागी कथासंरचनाको निर्णय हुँदैन । सहभागीको सहभागिताका दृष्टिले हेर्दा कमला सरुपका कथामा अत्यल्प सहभागी – हरुको सहभागीता पाइन्छ । यिनका अधिकांश कथामा नामधारी पात्रको भन्दा ‘म’ तथा ‘ऊ’ पात्रको बहुलता रहेको छ । केही नामधारी पात्रको बहुलता रहेको छ । केही नामधारीपात्र पनि ‘म’ पात्रैवरिपरि घुमाइएका छन् । यिनले कतिपय नामधारी पात्रलाई एकभन्दा, बढी कथामा प्रयोग गरेका पनि पाइन्छ,उदाहरणका रुपमा ‘अनिश्चित यात्रा’, ‘असफल मोडमा’, ‘असफलता’ शीर्षक कथामा प्रयुक्त रीतालाई लिन सकिन्छ । यिनका कथामा प्रयुक्त ‘म’ र ‘ऊ’ म’, ‘ऊ’ पात्रहरु मुख्यतः सम्बोधकका रुपमा उपस्थित छन् । यसरी न्यूनातिन्यून सहभागीका माध्यमबाट कथ्यलाई अधि बढाई कथात्मक संरचना निर्माण गर्नु यिनको सहभागी बुनोटगत वैशिष्ट्य हो । 
परिवेश: परिवेशसूचक स्थान, समय र वातावरण–मध्ये कमला सरुपका कथामा स्थान र समयको सङ्क्षिप्त एवम् सङ्केतात्मक प्रस्तुति पाइन्छ । भने वातावरणको सघन प्रस्तुति पाइन्छ । यिनका ‘अनिश्चित यात्रा’, ‘असुरक्षित ओथारो’ जस्ता कथामा गाउँ र सहरका साथै नेपालीबाहिरका मुम्मै आदि सहरको समेत वर्णन गरिएको छ भने अन्य धेरजसो कथामा स्थानको विशिष्ट समयको स्पष्ट वर्णन नपाइए पनि ‘कोलाहल’, ‘सान्दाइको सम्झनामा’ जस्ता कतिपय कथामा प्रयुक्त विषयवस्तुबाट यी कथाको समयावधि वर्तमान प्रजातन्त्रोत्तर – कालीन रहेको बोध हुन्छ । यिनका कथामा स्थान र समयभन्दा वातावरण सशक्त ढङ्गमा पात्रका माध्यमबाट जीवनका आएका र त्यो सुखदभन्दा बढी दुःखद रहेको छ । यही दुःखद वातावरणको आधिक्यका कारण यिनका कथा बढी मर्मस्पर्शी बन्न पुगेका छन् । यसरी स्थान र समयलाई कम महत्व दिई प्रायः दुःखद वातावरणका कथा लेख्नु कथाकार कमला सरुपको सिर्जनधर्मिता रहेको देखिन्छ । 
उद्देश्: कमला सरुपका कथालेखनको मुख्य उद्देश्य वर्तमान युगीन निम्न र मध्यमवर्गीय परिवार र खास गरी नारीहरुले भोग्नुपरेका असजिलो–अप्ठ्यारा, पीडा, असफल प्रेम, हिंसा अशान्ति आदिको प्रस्तुति रहेको छ । मुख्यतः ‘म’ र ‘ऊ’ पात्रका माध्यमबाट गरेको हुँदा बिब्ल्याँटा र अँध्यारा पाटाहरुको प्रकटीकरण गर्ने उद्देश्द्धारा अभिप्रेरित यिनका कथामा जीवनका सब्ल्याँटा र उज्याला पाटाको प्रस्तुतिचाहिँ कतैकतै पृष्ठभूमिका रुपमा मात्र आएको देखिन्छ । ‘असुरक्षित ओथारो’ जस्ता केही कथामा उच्चवर्गीय शोषणको प्रस्तुति पाइए पनि यिनका अधिकांश कथामा निम्न र मध्यमवर्गीय जीवनका पीडा र बेखुसीहरुको निराशा परिवेशसूचक स्थान, समय र वातावरण–जनक अभिव्यक्ति पाइन्छ । यसरी हेर्दा वैयक्तिक, र सामाजिक असङ्गतिको प्रस्तुतिकरण यिनका कथालेखनको मूल अभीष्ट रहेको देखिन्छ । 
दृष्टिबिन्दु: कथाशिल्पसंरचना विश्लेषणको एउटा महत्वपूर्ण घटक दृष्टिबिन्दु पनि हो । कमला सरुपले आफ्ना कथाको उपस्थापन अधिकांशतः स्पष्ट उल्लेख छैन । यिनका अधिकांश कथामा तिनमा प्रथम र तृतीय पुरुष दृष्टिबिन्दु स्पष्टतः छुट्टिन्छ । यिनका ‘उसको मृत्युमा’, ‘विफलता’ ‘सम्झौताको मोडमा’, ‘सडक र मान्छेहरु’ ‘चन्द्रमा र यात्रा’, ‘अन्तहीन यात्रा’, ‘एउटा कविको कथा’, ‘शान्तिदी’, ‘अनिश्चित यात्रा’,‘असफल मोडमा’, ‘असफलता’, ‘अप्राप्य मोड’, हामी बाँच्न सक्दैनौँ– हामी बाँच्न सक्दैनौँ’, ‘मैले माया गरेको तिमी’, ‘सान्दाइको सम्झनामा’ शीर्षक कथाहरु प्रथम पुरुष दृष्टिबिन्दुमा र शेष कथाहरु तृतिय पूरुष दृष्टिबिन्दुमा संरचित छन् । यिनले कथाकार स्वयम् समाख्याता भई कथा भन्ने तथा सहभागीका माध्यमबाट कथा प्रस्तुत गर्ने पद्धतिको अनुसरण गरेकी छन् । 
आफ्ना धेरजसो कथामा अपरिभाषेय जीवनको अर्थ र परिभाषा खोज्ने तथा त्यसको व्याख्या गर्ने प्रयासका कारण यिनका कतिपय कथाहरु भावुक प्रेम तथा स्वच्छन्दतावादी भावुकता सम्बन्धी आवरणमा आवेष्टित हुन पुगेका छन् । यिनकाकथामा सामाजिकता, युवासुलभ भावुक प्रेम वैयक्तिक विचारले पनि अभिव्यक्ति पाएको देखिन्छ । यसरी ‘म’ र ‘ऊ’ सहभागीका माध्यमबात प्रथम र तृतीय पुरुष दृष्टिबिन्दुमा भावुकतामिश्रित वैचारिकताको प्रस्तुति यिनको कथा पउस्थापनगत वैशिष्ट्य रहेको देखिन्छ । 
भाषाशैलीय विन्यास : भषाशैलीय विन्यासका दृष्टिले कमला सरुपका कथा अजटिल संरचनामा आबद्ध छन् । यिनका अधिकांश कथामा प्रयुक्त भाषा अत्यन्त सरल छ । ‘विफलता’, ‘चन्द्रमा र यात्रा’, ‘अन्तहीन यात्रा’, ‘असफलता’, ‘मैले माया गरेको तिमी’ जस्ता कतिपय कथामा आलङ्कारिक र काव्यात्मक भाषिक विन्यासका साथ प्रकृतिचित्रण गरिएको पाइछ पनि यस प्रकारको प्रयोगसमेत अजटिल रहेको छ । ‘फुल हाम्रो मिलनमा हाँसिरहेकी छे’ (‘अन्तहीन यात्रा’) जस्ता सन्दर्भबाट ठाउँठाउँमा प्रकृतिको मानवीकरणसमेत गरिएको पाइनछ । यिनका कतिपय कथामा पाइने आगन्तुक शब्दप्रयोग सहज र सुबोध छ । प्रारम्भिक कथाहरुमा पाइने कर्ता – क्रिया सम्बन्ध, वर्णविन्यास, वर्णनात्मक शैलीको आधिक्य पाइने शब्दप्रयोग र वाक्यगठनगत असावधानी र त्रुटिहरु पछिल्ला कथाहरुमा क्रमशः न्यून हुँदै गएको देखिए पनि निमिट्यान्न पार्नेतर्फ ध्यान दिएको यिनको कथासिर्जनाले अझ विशिष्टता प्राप्त गर्न सक्ने देखिन्छ । 
कमलाका कथामा पत्रात्मक र संवादात्मक शैलीको पनि उपयोग गरिएको छ । ‘सडक र मान्छेहरु’ जस्ता कतिपय कथामा प्रयुक्त् संवादात्मक अभिव्यक्तिमा स्वाभाविकता पाइए पनि ‘हामी बाँच्न सक्दैनौँ – हामी बाँच्न सक्छौँ’,‘अप्राप्य मोडमा’, ‘मैले माया गरेको तिमी’ जस्ता कथामा प्रयुक्त पत्रात्मक शैलीका कारण यी कथाहरु नितान्त वैयक्तिक प्रेमपत्रात्मक अभिव्यक्तिजस्ता बन्न पुगेका छन् र यिनको कथात्मकतामा असर पारेको छ । यस प्रकारका भाषाशैलीय विन्यासगत असावधानीको निराकरण एवम् परिहारतर्फ कथाकार सचेष्ट रहनु वाञ्छनीय देखिन्छ । 
उपसंहार: अल्पवयमै थुप्रै कथासिर्जना गरी नेपाली कथाका क्षेत्रमा आफ्नो निजी पहिचान कायम गर्नेतर्फ उद्यम युवा नारी कथाकार कमला सरुप प्रायः लघु संरचनाका कथासर्जक हुन् । मूलतः चिहृनाङ्कित विभाजनभन्दा अचिहृनाङ्कित विभाजन पाइने यिनका कथामा प्रायः क्रमिक सङ्गठनव्यवस्था पाइन्छ । युवासुलभ प्रेमका अतिरिक्त अन्य वैयक्तिक र सामाजिक विषयवस्तुलाई यथार्थ मिश्रित भावुकतामा रङ्गाएर प्रस्तुत गर्ने कमलाका कथामा मुख्यतःनारीसमस्याका साथै जीवनका अँध्यारा पक्षहरुको अभिव्यञ्जना बढी भेटिन्छ । नामधारीभन्दा अनामधारी स्वल्प सहभागीको वातावरण विशेष ढङ्गले मुखरित भएको छ । वर्तमान जीवनका विशेषतः नकारात्मक पक्ष्को उद्घाटन गर्ने उद्देश्यद्धारा अभिप्रेरित यिनका कथामा प्रथम र तृतीय पुरुष दृष्टिबिन्दुको सहज प्रयोग पाइन्छ । सरल भाषाशैलीकी कथाकार कमलाका कथाको भाषिक विन्यासकेही तलमाथी भए पनि अजटिल छ । 
पूर्वदीप्तिको प्रयोगका साथै संस्मरणात्मक ढाँचाको समेत अनुसरणतर्फ रुचि राख्ने सामाजिक र स्वच्छन्दतावादी कित्ताकी कथाकार कमला सरुपका कतिपय कथामा ‘कथाभित्र कथा उन्ने’ प्रवृति पनि पाइन्छ । यिनका धेरजसो कथाका शीर्षकहरु विषयवस्तु– अनुरुप सामञ्जस्यमूलक रहेका छन् । कतिपय कथामा पाइने विस्तारगत आधिक्य र कतिपयमा पाइने विस्तारगत न्यूनता तथा युवासुलभ भावुकता, प्रेमपत्रात्मकता आदिको न्यूनीकरणतर्फ सचेष्ट रहेमा यिनको कथासिर्जनधर्मिताले अझ सुगठितता र विशिष्टता प्राप्त गरी नेपाली कथाजगत्मा यिनको आगमन उपलब्धिमूलक हुने विश्वास गर्न सकिन्छ ।
–त्रिभुवन विश्वविद्यालय, कीर्तिपुर