HIV/AIDS Prevention Programs And Education

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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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Women, Illegal Drugs and Vulnerability

 Women, Illegal Drugs and Vulnerability 

Published in Cape May County Herald, today.

Kamala B Sarup

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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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Love, Freedom And Relationships

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Love, Freedom And Relationships
Kamala B. Sarup
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 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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Early Marriages Are Bad Practice 

By Kamala B. Sarup

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Cancer Awareness Empowers Women 

By Kamala B. Sarup, Court House

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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

And one day I will dance again.

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Breast cancer : She will always be missed!

Author: Kamala B. Sarup

 
Four years ago my beautiful and kind older sister Bimala was diagnosed with advanced Brest Cancer, died after a courageous battle  against Brest cancer in January 2016 and grief hit me like a hell. I
have lost her my idol role model. She showed me that compassion, hard work, love, and forgiveness have a power. She was a loving, beautiful and caring woman. I am missing her with tears each and every day. I know how difficult it is when you lose a loved
one.


She was a great woman and very beautiful. Bimala also played a telefilm with a famous actor, named "Badri Master" when she was young. She had a small role in the telefilm. I also believe, when there is life there is always hope of surviving even the hardest of times. What I have learned through this very difficult life, is love, forgiveness and compassion. My whole life I have been taking care of mysister and others. This, has been my painful time, painful life, and I have learned to be far more compassionate. life has been hard, but lessons are to be learned. Life, to be sure, is a journey - and filled with more pain, more suffering and heartbreak.

How much I cared about my sister and was fully committed to support her with everything (even my own life). This is a part of life everyone undergoes through the most important thing is to bear the pain. I think, she is in a better place where she will never have to suffer the pain. May God give me and my family (including my parents, my younger sister, brother and Bimala's son Biswas the strength to cope with this irreparable loss!

Now I have my younger sister has her own film production company. She is making a movie in honor of sister Bimala. Me and my younger sister both will make my older sister proud of us. Thank you God, for the strong love and kindness. Yes, God will make our efforts successful. May the departed soul rest in peace. Bimala you will always be missed.

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When She Lost Her Husband

Author: Kamala B. Sarup

 Published in UPI ASIA News.

(Revised article) "I had wished for love  when my husband left home to resume his duty three days before he was killed.I will never forget his simplicity. I cannot believe that he is no more now," says my friend Rita, a 19-year-old who lost her husband. Twenty-five-year-old her husband had joined the work  just one year earlier. He was transferred to the District Office only three months ago.
"Your husband is said to be in hospital. Get ready. We should
leave right away on the 2:00 bus," I had told her hurriedly.
"My husband loves me so much. I love him too, so passionately as
though life itself comes with it. Since our marriage we didn't even
have time to talk fully," she said. "He should have stayed at home to
farm. We shouldn't have let him take such a life-consuming job,"
Rita's mother said with great pain.
She was a woman like any other in the village, who would talk with
anyone and sing around the fields and forests.
The house of her is not more than a 15 or 16-minute walk from mine.
Though she was the third-born daughter among seven sisters, she was
more like the eldest in terms of household work, and in addition she
was the most beautiful girl in the city, so all the boys liked her. Of course, there were some rumors about her marriage when I was in the village. A number of people would come daily to her house to persuade her to marry, and her mother would harass others telling their number, counting on her fingers.
"Your husband has come back." After returning from the training,
he had come straight to see me. He was smartened up with nice
clothes and talked with my father of big things about the nation and
the world. After training, he had become well-learned, my
father had commented. Then we went to the market for the whole day and had tea and talked about the people, about his wife.
Really I had no fear of the world. I was thoughtless and free in the
world. I was in a passionate hurry to exchange my feelings with him
and wished to tell him, you are the best.
The red nose pin in a case which he gave me, I have kept very
carefully in a small box on the floor. Cream powder, hair oil and
scent I have kept in the same place. Even to remember those things
brings tears to my eyes.
Then, after he started sending letters twice a day, I would
wait for the postman every day. I would give him two rupees as a tip
to make him happy so he would come first to my house. I used to be
greatly pained If I didn't see the postman even for a day, and I used
to go and sit under the shade of a tree that leaned over my house,
facing south.
"Did he send any message? " said my sister. My sister knew him from her childhood so I sensed that she wanted to help me. "Nothing would happen to her husband." I told her with a trembling voice.
I could hardly speak. "OK, now I will hand up the phone. I can't pay
the bill any more." He hung up.
"At least we should have four children, got it? If one cannot help,
there will be another. There is a saying, the brave have twelve." Only
last month, he had written that in a long letter to his wife.
"Kamala sister I always see only your face in front of me. I have been
so restless to meet you. At all times, I have been living with your love." I repeat his last letter again.
With no other source of income, my friend is dependent on the pension she receives  for her survival. "Kamala, my husband has been died. I am homeless, loveless," said the teary-eyed Rita. She  is not alone.  The overwhelming majority of women victimized by poverty are hovering between life and death, due to lack of timely financial support.
When there is lawlessness in society, women's lives are torn apart.
Many women are living a miserable life, are not educated, do
not have access to health facilities and safe drinking water.
Women cannot forget how giving women political power does not mean
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Weeping For Life, Beauty And Love.

Kamala B. Sarup
Published in United Press International Asia News.

(REvised Article) I am walking alone on this road. It is raining lightly after a heavy shower. In the far distance, I can see cars' headlights. On this lonely and calm road, I am walking silently.
"Nights are generally fearful and dangerous. If possible, no one
should walk during the night," he used to say. Earlier, I did not care
about my father's words, but now I realize their importance.
In order to lead a disciplined life, sometimes the suggestions of
elders play a vital role. "You have a letter from home,"  my
roommate handed over a damp letter and went to take a hot bath. I
opened the letter. It was from my old friend. It was raining outside
and a slow breeze came in through the windows. I opened the letter and
read:
"Everything is okay, but the way we live is perilous. I think there is
no meaning for sympathy." My mind ordered me to stop at the second paragraph of the letter. It was raining heavily outside. Night had fallen. I
kept the letter under my pillow and managed to fall asleep.
"It is already morning. Won't you get up?"  Her harsh voice woke
me up. The sun had already risen high into the sky. The flowers
blooming in earthen pots gave me a kind of pleasure and mental peace.
However, peace inside the mind and that outside in the environment are
two very different situations.
I can see the road. It does not lose its way, like the heart. This
might be the prime feature of a road and the difference between the
heart and the road. Vehicles and crowds make the road busy. The road
never hesitates. How happy people would be if the heart remained
inflexible, like the road.
I stop to watch the crowd and children on this particular stretch of
road. The streets are busy and the people on the street are even
busier. Nobody has time to think about others. Indeed, it is good to
be busy, but what upsets me is that I find myself alone among the
crowds of people on this road.
Yet again, I am watching people walking on the road while I sit on the
bench outside my apartment. Like the people, my hands are busy. It is
not cold outside, but I am shivering. I feel fear in my heart. A fear
that is causeless and unknown, yet it makes me shiver.
I again opened my friend's letter. "We are in sorrow," she writes. I
immediately began to compose an e-mail. "I expect love and peace in the world. I want love and peace everywhere, only love. All people should have the chance to live in peace and harmony."
"Kamu, everything and everyone seems as if they are weeping for life, love and peace. I can't remember a moment when mothers waited for their young sons to return home from work and wives accepted their own widowhood at any time. How they are weeping, beating their hearts." My friend's letter made me feel sympathetic.
"We have the right to live as freely as the flowers live in the forest
and add beauty to pride," I wrote in a symbolic way to my friend.
People are in a rush. They seem eager to meet their family members
after a long day of tiresome work at their offices. Every human being
needs another to lead a life. At present, I am not thinking about life
and death. I think about life and love. Life is a long journey, a
never-ending journey. I intend to compose a poem on love.
At present, I take a vow that my journey must make a new turn. I am in
a hurry to fly, like a white pigeon. I am in a hurry to return back to work for freedom, peace, love and companionship.

Story of a disappearance

Author: Kamala Budhathoki. Sarup

Published in United Press International Asia News (UPI) blog.

(Revised article)  "Did you hear? he disappeared at 1:30 a.m., the last night he was at work," informed my friend, one of his colleagues. When I heard this news, I felt suffocated, as
though the earth had crumbled. I remembered how he told me last month, "I can be proud only if I
get a chance to marry your friend."  He spoke as he lit a cigarette, sitting on the balcony that evening. "You're in here. Will she save her youth for you there in her village, while you get old?" I asked satirically.

Ignoring my words, he turned south and looked out of the corner of his eyes, saying at length, "She is a woman like a flower. 'A son of a brave man either should do or die,' she would say. I came here swearing my love for her. Sometimes I become sad, because the image of her comes to my mind day and night." He finished his pack of cigarettes and creased his forehead. He
was the most candid person in our city, so it could also be said that he had no enemies. Despite being exhausted, he would wake up early every morning before the cock crowed, but that day he seemed to be in a cheerless mood. I teased him, "Why are you worried? Soon you will take your
leave of twenty-five days, go to the village and get married there. The more you worry, the thinner you become, so you should spend your days cheerfully, to keep from looking old."  He was
like a brother to me. "One needs to have patience in love," said our friend, abstractedly, while sitting beside us sipping tea.

He said, "I am ready to wait even my whole life for your friend. If anyone even says the name 'her,' I blank out." After speaking these words, he left us and went to his room. We guessed he hadn't enjoyed our joking manner, which had made his heart ache bitterly. Last year, her mother had told me, "If she gets married to someone of her own choice, my husband has sworn by the water of the rivers that he would not look at her face again." I had responded, "Whoever she desires to get married with, we should let her." Her mother disagreed with my view. It is said that was the
reason why she spread rumors about me in our city.

At the time of my departure from to home, she had said to me, "If he changes his mind, I will hang myself." I had told her, "One needs to have faith in love. Otherwise the meaning of love becomes like pouring water in the sand. He, who was standing beside me, had said to her. "Don't worry,  I'm with you". Every evening, he would talk about quitting his job and going to city. "How will you bring her after quitting your job? You should not get frustrated in this way." I did not know how he would react to the advice I gave him. 

"If my mother does not let me marry her, I will catch a bus coming straight back to my place. I bought a return ticket too," he told me, showing me the ticket. I had scolded him, saying, "Hey, how dare you buy a ticket without letting me know first? You should have talked to me if you were planning on going! If you do as you please, then I can do nothing." At that point, he had left my house without speaking a word to me. Much later, an early morning phone call from her had woken me up from sleep, "It has been five days since he promised to return, but there is no sign of him. Do you think he committed suicide?" I sensed that he had not informed her that he was coming late.

Weeks before, he had boasted to me, "I have bought four pair of cloths, wrist rings, powder, a hair ribbon and scented hair oil for your friend. How do you think she will look with these cosmetics? The day after tomorrow, before the cock crows, I will leave for the home town." So, when my close fried Chandra told me over the phone, " Our friend disappeared at 1:30 a.m. last night, Kamala," I had nearly fainted and could hardly speak to him." He went on, " Maybe he is already dead, we don't know." I don't even know if he is alive or dead. After he disappeared,she also committed suicide in our home town this year. I feel lonely without them.

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People in search of a future (freedom, security and opportunity)

Author: Kamala B. Sarup Published in UPI ASIA News.

(Revised article) A desire for freedom, security and opportunity is sending many of young people out of their county in search of better lives.
A friend of mine who recently moved said her life there was an improvement.
"I feel secure. My son goes to school regularly and my husband has
started to work," she said. "At least no one will come in the middle
of the night and threaten us. At least our lives are not
in danger here."Hundreds of thousands of people have left their country to workin recent decades, serving in the army, the police and other
public services, as well as in industry, construction, agriculture and
the service sector. In earlier times they were driven to leave home by
poverty, violence, instability and lack of opportunity.

Increasingly, uneducated young people are leaving to perform
manual labor in Southeast Asia and Arab countries. The better educated
from the middle and upper classes head for the United States and
Europe, or to India.
    Those who remain behind long for a better future too, of course.
Many of the young people who remain are drawn into the
"dream." Bad politics exploit the people's poverty, illiteracy, and
social inequality. Like other youth in underdeveloped countries, young
people are attracted by the heroic socialist images painted by the
politicians. It is a powerful illusion that paralyzes millions of lives
in underdeveloped countries.

They are mostly illiterate, unskilled, misguided and wrongly trained people from farms and villages. It is odd to see such people fighting and dreaming of developing the nation.
    Yet now, people are turning their hopes for change. If these are to
succeed, the authorities must improve the security situation, control
rampant corruption, and deal with the demands of various groups
who feel they have been marginalized. In the midst of this unstable
situation, the political members are misusing their youthful energy to threaten and instill fear in people. These unhealthy habits need to change.
    So do the practices of politicians who exploit the people for
their own benefit and to maintain their own power. According to the
famous American president, Abraham Lincoln, democracy is government
"of the people, by the people, and for the people." But in other countries the definition is just the opposite. Democracy is off the people, buy the
people, and far from the people.
    Before an election, politicians instruct their supporters to buy
the people's votes to ensure their win. After becoming members of
Parliament, they live off the people, but remain far away from them.
They seem to think, "We have already bought the people. Now we must
gather our spending money and prepare for the next election." In
actual fact, many  people misunderstand the real meaning of
democracy owing to illiteracy, poverty, and unemployment.
  "Nepal is the birthplace of democracy," Dr Khand has said.  The future of democracy is bright. The task of putting our hope firmly on the road toward a democratic, united, stable, secure, peaceful and prosperous nation is the obligation of all," the professor said. "It would be difficult to
implement this historical accord without full cooperation of all
people and of friendly countries. Hence, the future of democracy is
based on cooperation.
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