<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337</id><updated>2012-01-09T09:50:44.271-08:00</updated><category term='krishna kc'/><category term='Kumar Karki'/><category term='Reecha Sharma Tiwari'/><title type='text'>सपनाको संसार</title><subtitle type='html'>सपनाको संसार ब्लगमा यहाहरुलाइ हार्दीक स्वागत छ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-3393721491541021950</id><published>2007-10-28T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:25.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>कविता : जीवन र मन ।</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwJKoDdHISc/RyWDCOXl_tI/AAAAAAAAACA/jXiCeQ_IWlg/s1600-h/Photo+17%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwJKoDdHISc/RyWDCOXl_tI/AAAAAAAAACA/jXiCeQ_IWlg/s320/Photo+17%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126647825071210194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जीवन सधैंभरी&lt;br /&gt;यौटा परिक्षणको प्रकृया हो&lt;br /&gt;र मन&lt;br /&gt;जीवनको प्रयोगशाला&lt;br /&gt;उठ अहिल्यै&lt;br /&gt;र मनलाई&lt;br /&gt;विचारको टेष्ट ट्युवमा हालीहेर&lt;br /&gt;हिमशिला भै जमेको जीवन&lt;br /&gt;पानी बनाएर पगालीहेर&lt;br /&gt;बग्न सक्छ जीवन&lt;br /&gt;सलल नदि भएर&lt;br /&gt;आकार देउ यस्लाई&lt;br /&gt;लाग्न सक्छ अर्थ&lt;br /&gt;फेरी जीवन भएर&lt;br /&gt;धुँवा गुम्सिएको छाती &lt;br /&gt;विचारको तापमा गालीहेर&lt;br /&gt;पग्लिन सक्छ जीवन&lt;br /&gt;चुहिएला फेरी टालीहेर&lt;br /&gt;खन्याउ फेरी जीवनलाई&lt;br /&gt;विचारकै टेष्ट ट्युवमा&lt;br /&gt;घोल ईच्छा शक्तीको मिश्रणसंग&lt;br /&gt;मात्रा थपिन सक्छ &lt;br /&gt;अग्लिन सक्छ जीवन &lt;br /&gt;सगरमाथा भएर ।&lt;br /&gt; DEEPAK JADIT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esp poem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-3393721491541021950?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/3393721491541021950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=3393721491541021950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/3393721491541021950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/3393721491541021950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_28.html' title='कविता : जीवन र मन ।'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwJKoDdHISc/RyWDCOXl_tI/AAAAAAAAACA/jXiCeQ_IWlg/s72-c/Photo+17%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-2839861378573112251</id><published>2007-10-24T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:25.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>म मृत्युको गीत गाउदै थिएं</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwJKoDdHISc/RyWGBuXl_uI/AAAAAAAAACI/9whmpYNq5Hs/s1600-h/gse_multipart34258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwJKoDdHISc/RyWGBuXl_uI/AAAAAAAAACI/9whmpYNq5Hs/s320/gse_multipart34258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126651115016158946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अन्धकार थियो त्यो रात&lt;br /&gt;जूनकिरिको टिलपिले प्रकाशमा&lt;br /&gt;धुईंधुईंती तिमिलाई खोजिरहें&lt;br /&gt;तर खै तिमी त&lt;br /&gt;साँच्चै नै मलाई छाडेर गईछौ &lt;br /&gt;म भित्र अथाह ब्याथाहरु&lt;br /&gt;अनि खुर्किखार्की बचेका खुशीहरु &lt;br /&gt;कति कति तिमिलाई सुनाउनु थियो&lt;br /&gt;त्यसैले ठिहिर्याउने बिहानीमा पनि&lt;br /&gt;कान्लै कान्ला शीतहरु सहँदै&lt;br /&gt;तिमीलाई भेट्न दौडीरहें &lt;br /&gt;तर खै तिमी त&lt;br /&gt;मेरा खुशी अनि ब्याथाहरु&lt;br /&gt;सुन्नै नसक्ने गरी टाढा भईछौ&lt;br /&gt;यसैगरी कयौं पटक &lt;br /&gt;तिमीलाई छुने प्रयत्नमा&lt;br /&gt;मैले न्यानो स्पर्सको महसुस&lt;br /&gt;गुमाईसकेर बाँचेको छु&lt;br /&gt;यसैगरी धेरैचोटी&lt;br /&gt;तिमीलाई देख्ने प्रयत्नमा &lt;br /&gt;मैले प्यारो दृष्टीको आभाष&lt;br /&gt;हराईसकेर बाँचेको छु&lt;br /&gt;मेरा पछिल्ला दिनहरुमा&lt;br /&gt;मैले तिमीलाइ बिर्षिएर&lt;br /&gt;फेरी नयां सपनाहरु पाल्दै&lt;br /&gt;तिमीलाई गुमाउनुको पिँडा हाँसेर &lt;br /&gt;नयां दिनहरु सँग&lt;br /&gt;बाँच्न थालेको छु म&lt;br /&gt;तर अचानक&lt;br /&gt;आज फेरी &lt;br /&gt;तिमी मेरो सपनामा&lt;br /&gt;मलाई बिथोल्न आईदियौ&lt;br /&gt;मैले मेटाईसकें&lt;br /&gt;तिमीलाई छुने मेरा रहर&lt;br /&gt;मैले छाडीसकें&lt;br /&gt;तिमीलाई देख्ने त्यो गाउँ सहर&lt;br /&gt;अब त &lt;br /&gt;तिमीलाई सुनाउने&lt;br /&gt;म सँग केही बाँकी छैन&lt;br /&gt;फेरी पनि &lt;br /&gt;तिमीले सुन्यौ कि सुनिनौ&lt;br /&gt;म मृत्युको गीत गाउदै थिएं&lt;br /&gt;गाँस्ता गाँस्तै अधुरो रहेको पिरती&lt;br /&gt;पुरा गर्न माया लाउँदै थिएं ।&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;दीपक जडित&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-2839861378573112251?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/2839861378573112251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=2839861378573112251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/2839861378573112251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/2839861378573112251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='म मृत्युको गीत गाउदै थिएं'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwJKoDdHISc/RyWGBuXl_uI/AAAAAAAAACI/9whmpYNq5Hs/s72-c/gse_multipart34258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-4610502592276955867</id><published>2007-08-17T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T03:25:52.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Instruments of Nepal</title><content type='html'>Book Release Programme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 26, 2007, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarohan, Gurukul, Old Baneswor, Ktm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurukul, Ktm, May 26, 2007, Saturday, A Book written by Ram Prasad Kadel (Founder President of Nepali Folk Musical Instrument Museum), edited by Dr. Norma Blackstock (Chief of International Relation Department of NFMIM) Musical Instrument of Nepal is released here by Chief guest Satya Mohan Joshi in the occasion. The Programme is held on the presidential of Mr. Prachanda Malla, a senior drama person. Janakabi Keshari Dharmaraj Thapa, journalist Prakash Sayami and Folk Musical Instrument specialist Ram sharan Darnal is also presented on the occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programmme started with a short welcome Speech from organizer's side by Mr. BholaRaj Sapkota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After releasing the book, chief guest Joshi describe about Nepalese Musical Culture and said that the book will be a milestone in the Nepali Musical History. Mr. Sayami, Mr Darnal, Mr. Thapa and Mr. Malla also addressed on the occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer Ram P. Kadel thanks to all who help him directly or indirectly to prepare the book and greets his gratitude to Aarohan Gurukul for managing book release porgramme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murchunga Player Mr. Madhav Lohani (Student of Ram P. Kadel in Murchunga) entertained to all participant by playing Murchunga in both melody and rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In book, the Instrument are divided in nine different groups and each instrument is described in short with black and white drawings and 52 photographs. The book has one Video CD related to Nepalese Folk Music and Instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Review, Published in The Rising Nepal July 20, 2007(Daily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By PRASUN TIMILSINA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: VERY ENLIGHTENING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical Instruments of Nepal  written by Ram Prasad Kadel; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by Nepali Folk Musical Instrument Museum (NFMIM), Kathmandu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No of Pages: 310; Price: Rs 1000 (hard Cover), Rs. 700(Paperback),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: 9946-883-0-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folk Musical and folk musical instruments are those that provides the perfect identity or any existing group or community. Being rich in culture, we possess  variance of folk tunes and folk musical instrument. But because of the heavy encroachment or say the influence of foreign musical instruments , our musical instruments are being shadowed and some have even  lost their existence. To preserve our ancient and native musical instruments, we have to be aware about their importance. In fact, the local instruments symbolize the living ethnic community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this context, Musical Instrument of Nepal, a book by Ram Prasad Kadel, has explored the surviving inborn musical instruments. He not only has explored the musical instruments but he has also  illustrated 362 different folk musical instruments about how they are played. Who play it? How they are made and how they originated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book has classified the Nepalese folk musical instruments in nine categories in the way they are made and played, photographs of the musical instrument player and the book also carries a free folk musical CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind instruments without Finger Holes, Wind Instruments with Finger Hole, Drum Without Tuning Paste Applied to the Drumhead, Drum With Tuning Paste Applied to the Drumhead, Bells, Cymbals and Gongs, Other Percussion Instruments, Plucked String Instruments and Murchunga and Binayo group (Jew's Harp) are the different categories of the musical instruments categorized in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having spent more than a decade in researching and preserving the musical instruments, the author has also established Nepali Folk Musical Instrument Museum (NFMIM) in 1997 after starting collecting the ancient musical pieces since 1995. His research shows there are 59 different ethnic groups and more than 100 castes which have separately developed their own instruments and evolved their music styles. Till now he has collected 250 Folk instruments in NFMIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nepalese culture, music, song and dance are the bonds of our being, as it is very rare for one element to exist without at least one of the other two. When a musician dies these days the knowledge of tens of songs may die with them. The tunes, lyrics and dance steps have been transferred from the older generation to the younger from time immemorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is the English version of his previous published book 'Nepali Lok Baja'          in 2005 written in Nepali. He has further refined the book and has added more information than in the Nepali version. Kadel hopes that the English version would contribute to the world music and will help maintain mutual relations among the music lovers via music. As government does not seem to be giving interest in keeping alive the native music this book has the appeal to encourage the big heads in preserving the country's tangible musical heritage. The demise of the musical instrument will not only be a loss to Nepal but to the world music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local music tradition of Nepal serve many other vital needs and purposes in many communities. It is preformed according to the ritual calendar as it accompanies human life cycle and to the changing seasons. It can be used for healing and help access other states of consciousness. In the Newar community, professional music is used to realize the ritual townscape. In the caste of the Gaines(Gandharvas), their songs transport the history and epics of he people and they also voice cries and sufferings. On the other hand, some instruments are only touched by the members of certain musicians castes. In short, musical Instrument can tell us a lot about the people who play them and also who listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadel's research shows that there are about 500 musical instruments that are simply objects unless they are played and when they are played they come to life. A wealth of rhythm, melody, song, dance, religious rituals, ethnic culture and ethnic history are represented in folk music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nepalese Musical Instruments are not only the tools for creating specific sounds but they are frequently considered sacred, inhabited by gods and treated with respect as mostly plants, herbs and bones of animal are used to make them with some exception. The book would have been more attractive if he pictures were in colour so that readers could be aware of how exactly they look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-4610502592276955867?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/4610502592276955867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=4610502592276955867&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/4610502592276955867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/4610502592276955867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/08/musical-instruments-of-nepal.html' title='Musical Instruments of Nepal'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-1699372498138788643</id><published>2007-08-02T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T01:26:51.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>तिम्रो अभाव</title><content type='html'>तिम्रो अभाव मेरो जीवनमा&lt;br /&gt;कहाँ कसरी पूरा हुन्छ यो अभाव ?&lt;br /&gt;आऊ तिमी समाऊ मेरो हात&lt;br /&gt;पूरा गर यो अभाव&lt;br /&gt;जीवन बाँच्ने आधार दिएर&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;खुसी हुने आशाको दीयो बालेर&lt;br /&gt;मेरो जीवनमा तिमी उज्यालो छर&lt;br /&gt;तिम्रो कल्पनाको अभाव &lt;br /&gt;मेरो जीवनमा . . .&lt;br /&gt;सधैँ कसैको आभाव&lt;br /&gt;आखिर किन ?&lt;br /&gt;कहिले सम्म ?&lt;br /&gt;त्यो तिमी नै हौ&lt;br /&gt;सपनामा मेरो अभाव पूरागर्ने&lt;br /&gt;बिपनामा पनि पूरा गर न &lt;br /&gt;मेरो अभाव !&lt;br /&gt;बस् &lt;br /&gt;तिम्रो आगमनको कामना छ&lt;br /&gt; यो जीवनमा&lt;br /&gt;त्यो अभावको रेखा तोडिदेऊ&lt;br /&gt;आऊ मेरो जीवनमा&lt;br /&gt;अभावलाई पन्छाएर &lt;br /&gt;पूर्णता बनेर ।&lt;br /&gt; Reeecha Sharma Tiwari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-1699372498138788643?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/1699372498138788643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=1699372498138788643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/1699372498138788643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/1699372498138788643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='तिम्रो अभाव'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-597405163025820289</id><published>2007-07-30T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:57:56.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>गीत</title><content type='html'>म के हुँ , को हुँ , कहाँ छु ?&lt;br /&gt;भनिदेउ मलाई ए मान्छेहरु हो&lt;br /&gt;म मान्छे नै हुँ कि के हुँ ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;किन भुल्छ मलाई संधै दुनियाँले &lt;br /&gt;हाँगैमा सुकेको पात जस्तै&lt;br /&gt;अँध्यारो फैलेर बाटै नपाउंदा&lt;br /&gt;ह्रदयमै दुखेको रात जस्तै । &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;घाउ मात्रै दिएर छाड्यो समयले&lt;br /&gt;बिर्षिएको पुरानो याद जस्तै&lt;br /&gt;जति फैलाए नि केहि नपाउने&lt;br /&gt;बेसाहाराको रित्तो हात जस्तै ।&lt;br /&gt;   - दीपक जडित&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-597405163025820289?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/597405163025820289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=597405163025820289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/597405163025820289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/597405163025820289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='गीत'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-5024637080403581973</id><published>2007-07-22T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:27:00.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDENTITY</title><content type='html'>Reecha Sharma Tiwari &lt;br /&gt;Esp correspondent for Nepal &lt;br /&gt;Naya Nepal Publication Group&lt;br /&gt;Naya Nepal Monthly Magazine&lt;br /&gt; Contact : 9841349871&lt;br /&gt;Kathmandu ,Nepal ,Bagmati Zone&lt;br /&gt;Email:sapanakosansar@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;In Doha &lt;br /&gt;MR.Kumar Karki&lt;br /&gt;Editor&lt;br /&gt;Contact: +9745996407  &lt;br /&gt;Email:       monthlynayanepal@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box: 6029&lt;br /&gt;Doha, State of - Qatar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-5024637080403581973?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/5024637080403581973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=5024637080403581973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/5024637080403581973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/5024637080403581973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/07/reecha-sharma-tiwari-esp-correspondent.html' title='IDENTITY'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-8448529911016450541</id><published>2007-06-17T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T04:40:40.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My country has never been ruled by others</title><content type='html'>No doubt Nepal is one of the most beautiful mountainous countries in the world but billions of People from the globe still don't know Nepal's political and geographical situation. Some of them are in confusion that whether it is an independent nation or a part of some country.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is unfortunate that Nepal is still facing the crisis of identify even in this 21st century of globalization. When I sometime use Yahoo or some other Messengers and chat with unknown friends from different countries, naturally they ask me my ASL (age, sex and location) first. As I answer Nepal for L, most of them react, with a question, Nepal as a part of India. Few of them sometime think Nepal lies in the Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What might be other bad hurt than that reaction for a real nationalist (Nepali)? Yeah, it really pinches me however I also don't know the location of every country of 194. Nepal is a landlocked country of South Asia and situated in between 2 giants India and China with an area of 147,181 sq km. So Nepal is 21 and 65 times smaller than India and China respectively.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the context of two giants, King Prithvi Narayan Shah (1723-1775), who unified Nepal and saved it from the outer enemies, said that Nepal was a yam between two stones but former rebel supremo Prachanda, in a recent program answered that saying that Nepal was dynamite and it could also burst.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Raja Ram Giri, president of Friends of Britain and Nepal, still feels sad as he recalls those moments of United Kingdom because some of its citizens assumed Nepal as an Indian state during his visit of that land. "It is very bad for us to hear Nepal as an Indian part" Said Giri. Some seven years ago, renowned Bollywood actress Madhuri Dixit had apologized over her controversial comments when she had said, standing in Nepali land, the Nepal was once a part of India. Nepal never was a part of any other country and has never been ruled by others in its history so it is always sovereign country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-8448529911016450541?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/8448529911016450541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=8448529911016450541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/8448529911016450541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/8448529911016450541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-country-has-never-been-ruled-by.html' title='My country has never been ruled by others'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-1727502177116694209</id><published>2007-06-10T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:04:08.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEAD</title><content type='html'>LETS BUILD NAYA NEPAL AND PEACE IN COUNTRY FOR THE DEVELOPMENT OF COUNTRY.A DREAM OF NEW NEPAL SHOULD BE FUFILLED.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS VOICE OF YOUTH , WE WISH TO DREAM OF DEVELOPED NAYA NEPAL.A COUNTRY FULL OF PEACE , LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEVELOPMENT IS PEACE ,PEACE IS DEVELOPMENT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-1727502177116694209?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/1727502177116694209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=1727502177116694209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/1727502177116694209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/1727502177116694209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/06/plead.html' title='PLEAD'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-4680165025029796985</id><published>2007-06-10T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:44:43.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A RADIO FOR  MANY VOICES AT THE ROSTOCK G8 :</title><content type='html'>Forty Community radio journalists from more than twenty&lt;br /&gt;countries are producing and broadcasting programs in 6 languages, available via&lt;br /&gt;internet and satellite 24/24. This is the radio coverage organized by the&lt;br /&gt;European section of the World Association of Radio Broadcasters (AMARC) for the&lt;br /&gt;G8 Summit in Heiligendamn and for the alternative summit in Rostock, which end&lt;br /&gt;on June 8.&lt;br /&gt;“We are very pleased” says Francesco Diasio, AMARC Europe Coordinator, “ we&lt;br /&gt;didn’t expect such a large participation of community radio journalists. Our&lt;br /&gt;German Free Radio Federation (BFR) colleagues did put in place excellent&lt;br /&gt;technical infrastructure to make all this possible.”. The multilingual channel&lt;br /&gt;is broadcasting all day long on the MIR Satellite channel – Med Info Radio : the&lt;br /&gt;program is available in several languages allowing for sufficient room for round&lt;br /&gt;tables and for debates on the official and the alternative Summit main themes :&lt;br /&gt;environment, migrations, war and peace movements and also some on the ground&lt;br /&gt;reports by  correspondents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ The World Association of Radio Broadcasters (AMARC) once again is involved to&lt;br /&gt;support the community radio and the social movements with which we share values&lt;br /&gt;of non violence, human rights recognition for women and men, respect of the&lt;br /&gt;environment and most of all Peace”  adds Mr.Diasio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-4680165025029796985?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-824248566799823566</id><published>2007-06-10T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:33:55.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GHAZAL</title><content type='html'>Ayako chhu timro samu, anginti aasa boki. &lt;br /&gt;kahin katai dhago sari, bichmai tutne ho ki.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j chha bharosa timi sang, yaslai na tutau. &lt;br /&gt;ajambari hos hamro sambandha, kahilai nachhutau. &lt;br /&gt;Gayako chhu timro git, anginti maya boki, &lt;br /&gt;phul mathi bhamarale ras, lutne matrai hoki.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma jahan bhaya pani, ridayama sajayako chhu. &lt;br /&gt;Yak din sangai jiune sapana, man bhari bhajayako chhu, &lt;br /&gt;chayako chhu timibhitra, anginti biwas boki, &lt;br /&gt;andyaro ma chaya sari, maya pani tutne hoki.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mridul &lt;br /&gt;USA&lt;div 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title='GHAZAL'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-3864512025471331602</id><published>2007-05-14T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:14:25.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please answer me</title><content type='html'>Why do you say &lt;br /&gt;you 'hate' happy&lt;br /&gt;people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean &lt;br /&gt;you hate happiness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that &lt;br /&gt;happiness is considered &lt;br /&gt;to be a four letter word? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must you always &lt;br /&gt;wear a scowl &lt;br /&gt;on your face? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't it take &lt;br /&gt;a bathroom break? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you expect &lt;br /&gt;to find happiness &lt;br /&gt;when you continue &lt;br /&gt;to push it &lt;br /&gt;farther and farther away? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hold &lt;br /&gt;such disdain for &lt;br /&gt;happiness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wrong has &lt;br /&gt;happiness &lt;br /&gt;done to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you mean &lt;br /&gt;you've never had&lt;br /&gt;happiness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, how can you &lt;br /&gt;hate something &lt;br /&gt;you've never known? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noemi Lee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-3864512025471331602?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/3864512025471331602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-4701951312251192915</id><published>2007-05-14T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:05:04.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem: Tragedy</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows of it…&lt;br /&gt;everyday we hear a bit&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy is a living sadness…&lt;br /&gt;surviving in a world of absolute madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breeding heartaches and pain…&lt;br /&gt;for crying peoples of every name&lt;br /&gt;Time will heal the open wounds…&lt;br /&gt;but again tragedy strikes homes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting hearts cry out…&lt;br /&gt;as tragedy moves continuously about&lt;br /&gt;Still life onward proceeds…&lt;br /&gt;as tragedy sows its painful deeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things could have been worse…&lt;br /&gt;considering the tragic burst&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for life…&lt;br /&gt;in the mist of tragedy's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-4701951312251192915?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/4701951312251192915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=4701951312251192915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/4701951312251192915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/4701951312251192915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/05/poem-tragedy.html' title='Poem: 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chills down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;I love that you are with me,&lt;br /&gt;And glad that you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crystal Jans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-1436174679547305972?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/1436174679547305972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=1436174679547305972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/1436174679547305972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/1436174679547305972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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रुवाउंदै हरक्षण&lt;br /&gt;एक्लै एक्लै म जिउंला &lt;br /&gt;साबु गदाल कार्की &lt;br /&gt; साबुरवि &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;स्थान(हालको) :- डेन्भर , कोलोराडो&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-8888084958785941484?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/8888084958785941484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=8888084958785941484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/8888084958785941484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/8888084958785941484'/><link rel='alternate' 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अर्थ&lt;br /&gt;फेरी जीवन भएर&lt;br /&gt;धुँवा गुम्सिएको छाती &lt;br /&gt;विचारको तापमा गालीहेर&lt;br /&gt;पग्लिन सक्छ जीवन&lt;br /&gt;चुहिएला फेरी टालीहेर&lt;br /&gt;खन्याउ फेरी जीवनलाई&lt;br /&gt;विचारकै टेष्ट ट्युवमा&lt;br /&gt;घोल ईच्छा शक्तीको मिश्रणसंग&lt;br /&gt;मात्रा थपिन सक्छ &lt;br /&gt;अग्लिन सक्छ जीवन &lt;br /&gt;सगरमाथा भएर ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दीपक जडित &lt;br /&gt;हाल : डुराङ्गो,&lt;br /&gt; कोलोराडो , अमेरिका ।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-939282119673952591?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/939282119673952591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=939282119673952591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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&lt;br /&gt;भारदारहरू अल्झिइरहे स्तुतिमा ,&lt;br /&gt;छैन स्वभिमान सिउँदाको गजल ।&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;बहकिनु मात्र हुन्न चाहिँदो रै’छ ,&lt;br /&gt;यी दसनङ्ग्रा खियाउँदाको गजल ।&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;मौन बस्ता हेप्छन् अझ, बोल अब &lt;br /&gt;साँचो र सत्य चियादाको गजल ।&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;बोल्न थालौँ, लेख्‍न थालौँ, गाउन थालौँ ।&lt;br /&gt;बिहानी अर्कै ल्याउँदाको गजल ।&lt;br /&gt;बेथा  प्रान्जल&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-मिसरा—गजलको हरफ वा पंक्ति मिसरा हो ।&lt;br /&gt;*- शेर—गजलका दुइ मिसराको एक ईकाइ हुन्छ । यसमा माथिल्लो मिसरालाई मिसरा त-उला र तल्लो मिसरालाई मिसरा त-सानी भनिन्छ ।&lt;br /&gt;*- काफिया – गजलको प्रथम शेरको दुई मिसरामा नै त्यस पछिको शेरहरुमा तल्लो तल्लो मिसरामात्र प्रयोग हुने परिबर्तित अन्त्यानुप्रयास हो । बिना काफिया गजल रचनाको परिकल्पना गर्न सकिन्न ।&lt;br /&gt;*- रदिफ—गजलमा प्रथम शेरका दुई मिसरामा र त्यस पछिका शेरहरुमा तल्लो तल&lt;br /&gt;29 मा NRNको साधारंणसभा says:&lt;br /&gt;*- मतला—यो गजलको प्रथम शेर हो । मतलाका दुइ नै मिसरामा काफिया र रदिफ प्रयोग हुन्छ । काफिया अनिबार्य हुन्छ तर रदिफ नहुदा पनि फरक पर्दैन । गजलमा कहिलेकाही मतला एक भन्दा बढि हुनसक्छन ।यहा दोश्रो मतलालाई मतला र सानी अथवा हुस्न त मतला भनिन्छ ।&lt;br /&gt;*-मुसलसल गजल—ग&lt;br /&gt;जलका सबै शेरहरु एउटै भावमा लेखिएको छ भने त्यस खाले गजललाई मुसलसल गजल भनिन्छ ।&lt;br /&gt;*-गैह्र मुसलसल गजल – *-&lt;br /&gt;यदि गजलका शेरहरु फरक फरक भावमा लेखीएका छन भने त्यस प्रकारको गजललाई गैह्र मुसलसल गजल भनिन्छ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बेथा  प्रान्जल&lt;br /&gt;जापान&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-4336102307190320344?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/4336102307190320344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=4336102307190320344&amp;isPopup=true' 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/&gt;तिम्रै जस्तो मेरो पनि छातिभित्र पहिरो छ&lt;br /&gt;खसेको छु तल तल आफ्नै मनको भिरैभिर&lt;br /&gt;सक्ने भए रोईदिन्थें तिम्रो पनि सबै पिर ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कति मनका घाउहरु समयले छोपिदिन्छ&lt;br /&gt;कति मनमा घाउ अझै समयले खोपिदिन्छ&lt;br /&gt;जे गरे नि भोग्नै पर्छ निधारमा लेखेजति&lt;br /&gt;कहाँ पाईन्छ र खुशी मात्रै मनले देखेजति ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सयौं मुटु तिमी र म भन्दा धेरै दुखेका छन&lt;br /&gt;हजार जीवन हामी भन्दा झनै धेरै झुकेका छन&lt;br /&gt;तिमीले जित्ने भए मेरो जिन्दगी म हारिदिन्थें&lt;br /&gt;मेरै मनमा तिम्रा सबै दुखाईहरु सारिदिन्थें ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best written by song of jadit deepak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-7065017867273204662?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/7065017867273204662/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-4898873379230655942</id><published>2007-04-02T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T01:55:21.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghazal</title><content type='html'>माया त बस्यो फेरी किन छुट्नु पर्दो होला &lt;br /&gt;केही क्षण बिछोडदिदैमा  किन आसु झर्दोहोला &lt;br /&gt;चोखै माया लाए पनि किन बिछोड हुन्छ होला &lt;br /&gt;उनिलाइ नै सम्झी सम्झी यो मन किन रुन्छ होला? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;तिम्रो सम्झनाले मलाई तड्पाइ तड्पाइ मार्ने भयो &lt;br /&gt;सुख्खा यि नयन हरुमा साउने झरि झार्ने भयो &lt;br /&gt;यो मन सार्है खुशी हुन्छ सपनिमा आइदिदा &lt;br /&gt;फेरी यो मन रोइ दिन्छ बिपनि मा नपाई दिदा&lt;br /&gt;  Navin B.K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;चुम्न देउ यी ओठ्हरुलाई तिम्रा पिडाका आँसुहरु &lt;br /&gt;हाँस्न देउ यी ओठ्हरुलाई तिम्रा खुशीका हाँसोहरु&lt;br /&gt;Navin B.K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-7780141167825236575?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/7780141167825236575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=7780141167825236575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/7780141167825236575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/7780141167825236575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/04/ghazal_02.html' title='Ghazal'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-1668710362501124441</id><published>2007-04-01T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T03:31:00.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>गजल</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://krishnako.blogsome.com"&gt;कृष्ण के सी "छाल"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अजा भोली आफै सँग कुरा गर्ने मन लाग्छ &lt;br /&gt;बसी रा”को ठाँउबाट टाढा टाढा सर्ने मन लाग्छ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;फुल हेर्छु फुल राम्रो जुन हेर्छु जुन झनै राम्रो लाग्छ &lt;br /&gt;आप्सरा लाई स्वर्गको आगनबाट हर्ने मन लाग्छ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एकान्तमा एक्लै बस्दा समयले जिस्काउदै पिछा गर्छ  &lt;br /&gt;रिसको भुमरीलाई शान्त पार्न सागर पारी तर्ने मन लाग्छ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हावाको बेग सँग बग्छु भन्दा जुनको सुन्दरतामा अल्झी रहे&lt;br /&gt;त्यसैले घर्तीमा सुर्यको पहिलो किरण भनी झर्ने मन लाग्छ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;माया र प्रेम त संसारको रित हो रे भन्ने कुरा सुनेको छु&lt;br /&gt;यही रित बदल्नलाई धर्ती भरी प्रेमको बिज छर्ने मन लाग्छ&lt;br /&gt;Pala 2 kahara,baglung&lt;br /&gt;now:chhalkri@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-1668710362501124441?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/1668710362501124441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=1668710362501124441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Journalist of Bangladesh selected for the Panos fellowship on the PRS (Poverty Reduction Strategy) and B-PRSP. Panos Bangladesh providing these fellowships to 12 selected Journalists. There was a contract signing and primary introduction held 23 March 2007 in Panos Bangladesh office. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All fellows will attend a 2-day training workshop on PRS and B-PRSP which will hold from 6 to 7 April, 2007. After that, fellows will do research on PRSP related issues and publish at least three reports/features within April to June 2007. According to Panos Country representative S. M. Mayeen Ahmed, â€˜In order to select the fellows from a number of competent applicants, we reviewed- the submitted work and the performance in the interview, and the affiliation with the national media and the participation in former PANOS award scheme on 'PRS and B-PRSP' of district based journalistsâ€™.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Arafatul Islam started his career in Journalism from 2002. During this period, he has visited several countries for Reporting and training purpose. Now he is working for the weekly Shaptahik 2000 (www.shaptahik2000.info) as a Staff Reporter and monthly Technology Today as an assistant Editor. He wants to continue his career on this profession. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In May 2006, Arafatul Islam established an online discussion group named "Voice of South" for South Asian journalists, policy makers and civil society organizations. Over six hundred members of this group actively share their views and opinions on current events happening in South Asia. The web portal for this group named www.voiceofsouth.org is in under construction. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PANOS South Asia has its headquarters in Katmandu (Nepal) with country offices in New Delhi (India), Colombo (Sri Lanka), Karachi (Pakistan), and Dhaka (Bangladesh). The Bangladesh office opened in 2005. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Other Panos fellows for â€˜PRS and B-PRSPâ€™ projects are Muhammad Zahidul Islam (Observer), Md. Razu Ahmed (Ajker Kagoj), Salahuddin Bablu (Inqilab), Kawser Rahman (Janakantha), Mominul Haque Azad (Jugantor), Mahmuda Khanam dolly (Barisal-Barisal Barta, Bhorer Kagoj), Md. Hasibur Rahman bilu (Bogra, Daily Star), Rokib Uddin Pannu (Khulna, Sangbad), Shah Alam Bhuiyan (Nandail, Ittefaq), Tapos Kanti Das (Khulna, New Age) and A H M Abdul Hai (Rajshahi- Upachar, BTV, Guardian). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff page ;voice of south&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-7042428910819759815?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/7042428910819759815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=7042428910819759815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/7042428910819759815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/7042428910819759815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/03/arafatul-islam-selected-for-panos.html' title='Arafatul Islam selected for the Panos fellowship on PRS and B-PRSP'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-6550910457090628931</id><published>2007-03-19T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:46:20.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muhammad Yunus is building digital muscle</title><content type='html'>Ambitious plans have been unveiled to acquire supremacy in publicity through cutting-edge technology for Muhammad Yunus. But his associates have claimed it is not for the Nobel laureate's political career. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A namesake outfit, Yunus Secretariat, will provide "continuous access to his message via the creative use of video, broadcast, and internet technology" from its Dhaka office. Vidar Jorgensen of Yunus Secretariat has invited bids from the US to assist in "building world class web and video project are supporting the messages" of Yunus". &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Norwegian-American tycoon chartered a plane that flew Yunus and his entourage to Oslo for the Nobel awarding ceremony. Norway's media at that time blamed Jorgensen for helping Yunus from behind the scene in a propaganda war against Telenor to acquire Grameenphone's ownership. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The laureate's spokesperson Muhammad Jahangir had revealed "Yunus Secretariat" in Oslo's press briefing on the day before his elder brother received the Nobel Prize. But he did not give any details of this outfit in that event. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Later, Yunus Secretariat has made a request for the proposal to build a "world class communications centre" at the Grameen Bank headquarters in Dhaka. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It will be equipped with an audiovisual production studio connected with a satellite uplink "from which Professor Yunus can broadcast ? via television or internet ? speeches, seminars, and other events." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A modern broadcast quality studio "will offer commercial services as a way to defray costs and maintain world class standards." A digital library will be the "solid foundation" of Yunus' presentations, stories, field visits, training and other video materials. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Creating a new internet site for Yunus Secretariat will be his "face to the world." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It will include a press room "equal to some of the best corporate sites such as Coca Cola, McDonalds, or IBM." A communications expert based in Bangladesh will run the show along with other staffs. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Who will finance the mega-project? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"We don't know how much it will cost but a few companies have agreed to sponsor it," Grameen America's communications officer Jacki Lippman told bdnews24.com by telephone Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She works with Vidar Jorgensen of Yunus Secretariat on the project. But Jacki Lippman did not answer if the proposed modern communication facilities will be used for the laureate's political campaign in Bangladesh. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yunus Secretariat's CEO Lamiya Morshed has ruled out that option. "It will be used only for the issues pertaining to the Nobel Peace Prize," she told bdnews24.com in Dhaka. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She expressed ignorance about Vidar Jorgensen's bid invitation and Jacki Lippman's sponsors for the mega ICT and broadcasting project for Yunus. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"This idea was mooted by few Bangladeshi expatriates and we are trying to source used equipment to build the project." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lamiya Morshed further said the donors have been approached to assist in this regard. But she refused to reveal the donors' identity .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-6550910457090628931?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/6550910457090628931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=6550910457090628931&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/6550910457090628931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/6550910457090628931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/03/muhammad-yunus-is-building-digital.html' title='Muhammad Yunus is building digital muscle'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-4619031137588010031</id><published>2007-03-12T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T21:28:37.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='krishna kc'/><title type='text'>आफै संग हार्नु पर्ने</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://krishnako.blogsome.com"&gt;कृष्ण के सी "छाल"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जिवन पनि कस्तो होला आफै संग हार्नु पर्ने&lt;br /&gt;मनको इच्छा लुकाएर मन भित्रै मार्नु पर्ने&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कहिले होला निराशको बादलबाट मुक्ती पाउने&lt;br /&gt;कलकलाउदो उमेरमा बिदेश बिदेश चार्नु पर्ने&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;गल्ति मेरो होकि भाग्य लेख्ने बिधाताको&lt;br /&gt;आफ्नो जिबन आफ्नै पसिनाले खार्नु पर्ने&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मन भित्र उब्जिएका प्रेमका भाबहरु दबाएर&lt;br /&gt;आफ्नो मन बुझउन आफैले भाका सार्नु पर्ने&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कलिलो उमेर चन्चल मनका उमंगहरु रोक्नलाइ&lt;br /&gt;भोलि भोलि भन्दै सबैकुरा मनबाट टार्नु पर्ने&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जिवन पनि कस्तो होला आफै संग हार्नु पर्ने&lt;br /&gt;मनको इच्छा लुकाएर मन भित्रै मार्नु पर्ने&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-4619031137588010031?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/4619031137588010031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=4619031137588010031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/4619031137588010031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/4619031137588010031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/03/httpkrishnako.html' title='आफै संग हार्नु पर्ने'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-3606813835010338429</id><published>2007-03-08T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:17:26.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwJKoDdHISc/RfBf609iFsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DqoAVejJ6QI/s1600-h/Smriti+and+Ram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwJKoDdHISc/RfBf609iFsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DqoAVejJ6QI/s320/Smriti+and+Ram.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039633447281366722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Wedding Smriti Tiwari and Ram Thapaliya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kumar Karki&lt;br /&gt;Doha, Qatar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-3606813835010338429?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/3606813835010338429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=3606813835010338429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/3606813835010338429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/3606813835010338429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/03/congratulation.html' title='Congratulation'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwJKoDdHISc/RfBf609iFsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DqoAVejJ6QI/s72-c/Smriti+and+Ram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-5616820248007986404</id><published>2007-03-05T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T03:06:18.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>दीपक जडित&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कागजका&lt;br /&gt;प्रत्येक पृष्ठहरुमा&lt;br /&gt;तिमीले उनेर छाडेका&lt;br /&gt;तिम्रो हृदयका एक एक भावनाहरुमा&lt;br /&gt;कहिं पनि मैले&lt;br /&gt;नि: सार जिवन पाउन सकिंन&lt;br /&gt;अक्षर अक्षर भएर&lt;br /&gt;क्रमश: शब्द , हरफ , वाक्य र&lt;br /&gt;अध्याय अध्याय बनेर&lt;br /&gt;छरिएको तिम्रो मुटु हेर्दा&lt;br /&gt;जताततै मैले&lt;br /&gt;जिवन र जगत प्रति&lt;br /&gt;शुक्ष्म अवलोकित&lt;br /&gt;आशावादी दृष्टीकोण पाएको छु ।&lt;br /&gt;तिम्रो विचारको हाराहारीमा&lt;br /&gt;कहिल्यै कतै &lt;br /&gt;नैराश्यता , उदाशिनता र&lt;br /&gt;निराशावादको उपस्थिती थिएन ।&lt;br /&gt;केवल तिमी थियौ&lt;br /&gt;मेरो जिवनको&lt;br /&gt;जति जे हुनु&lt;br /&gt;तिम्रो माया&lt;br /&gt;सफलताको शिखर आरोहित&lt;br /&gt;मेरो एक एक पाईलामा&lt;br /&gt;खुड्कीलो बनेर उपस्थित थियो &lt;br /&gt;मेरो प्रेरणा&lt;br /&gt;मेरो गौरव&lt;br /&gt;तिमी थियौ&lt;br /&gt;तिम्रो माया थियो&lt;br /&gt;तर आज&lt;br /&gt;म पुन : फर्किएको छु&lt;br /&gt;त्यही जिवनको भोगाईमा&lt;br /&gt;जहाँ सदैब म&lt;br /&gt;अर्थहिन एक्लो जिवनमा&lt;br /&gt;हरेक असफलतासंग&lt;br /&gt;हात मिलाउदै&lt;br /&gt;सुर्य अस्ताई सकेको&lt;br /&gt;अँध्यारो परिवेशमा&lt;br /&gt;बाँचेको हुन्थें ।&lt;br /&gt;मैले छुट्याउन नसकेर&lt;br /&gt;अन्योलित छु कि ;&lt;br /&gt;कहाँनेर तिम्रो जिवनको&lt;br /&gt;हरेक आशाहरुमा&lt;br /&gt;कुठाराघात भयो ?&lt;br /&gt;भ्रमित छु कि ;&lt;br /&gt;" एक एक भूललाई &lt;br /&gt;सदैब स्विकारेर&lt;br /&gt;अर्को सत्यले सच्याउंदै&lt;br /&gt;उज्यालोमा पाईला टेक्नु पर्छ । "&lt;br /&gt;यति महान&lt;br /&gt;आफ्नै सद्धविचारलाई&lt;br /&gt;कुन भूलले छोपेर&lt;br /&gt;बाटो बिरायौ तिमीले ?&lt;br /&gt;मलाई थाहा छैन&lt;br /&gt;एक्लै पार गर्नुपर्ने&lt;br /&gt;जिवनको अनन्त मोडहरुमा&lt;br /&gt;तिम्रो सम्झनाको सहारा लिएर&lt;br /&gt;म कहाँ सम्म यात्रा गर्न सक्छु&lt;br /&gt;त्यसैले म आज&lt;br /&gt;आफ्नै जीवन यात्राको सम्झनामा&lt;br /&gt;सम्झनाको यात्रा संग&lt;br /&gt;विवश छु सम्झौता गर्न ।&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;गौरादह - ३ , झापा&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-5616820248007986404?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/5616820248007986404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=5616820248007986404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/5616820248007986404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/5616820248007986404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/03/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-9097636132233907441</id><published>2007-02-22T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:29:35.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men can’t file for divorce over infertility, Nepal’s Supreme Court rules</title><content type='html'>- Nepalese men can no longer file for divorce on the grounds that their wives are infertile, a notice from Nepal’s Supreme Court came.&lt;br /&gt;Judges ruled that the provision in the divorce law violated the constitution, which guarantees gender equality in Nepal, and ordered the government to immediately end the practice, the notice said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The court made the decision on Thursday, a year after a case was filed by a Katmandu-based women’s rights group, Forum for Women, Law and Development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the overturned law, men were able to file for divorce if they could prove through a doctor their wives were unable to conceive for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women’s group argued men were also responsible for couple not being able to have children, which the law did not consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A study by the group in 2000 showed that the existing laws in Nepal had 118 provisions which discriminated against women and needed to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reffered page :khaleejtimes.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-9097636132233907441?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/9097636132233907441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=9097636132233907441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/9097636132233907441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/9097636132233907441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/02/men-cant-file-for-divorce-over.html' title='Men can’t file for divorce over infertility, Nepal’s Supreme Court rules'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-4590235957303362478</id><published>2007-02-19T22:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:21:01.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Have Been The Victims</title><content type='html'>International Woman's Day is on the 8th of March. It is a time when everyone on earth has a chance to listen together to the voice of women. Conflict, war and terrorism caused women deaths since hundred years. There have been many isolated acts against women since then, but state reactions to these events were low and ineffectual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of innocent women and children who have been the innocent victims. Societal problems affecting women and making them vulnerable were a result of inequalities. It was clear that women and children living in less developed areas, are the most vulnerable. Women have limited access to occupations and resources, they are the ones hardest hit. A lack of commitment and implementation of policy are obstacles to solving the crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, throughout the history, women have actively participated in the active non-violence movement. Throughout the world women have continued to organize and implement peace initiatives. Women have the power and potential to defuse war. Cock, Jacklyn Sociology Professor at Wits University, Johannesburg, said "When we stand for peace as women, it is not to make a case for our special victim hood, but to represent a different vision of strength. We wanted our presence to be visible. We wanted it to be clearly understood that what we were doing was our political choice, a radical criticism of the patriarchal, and a non-violent act of resistance to policies that destroy cities, kill people, and annihilate human relations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in May 1999, the Hague Appeal for Peace approved the Hague Agenda for Peace and Justice for the 21st Century, which stressed the need to include women from all areas of society at all stages in any peace negotiating process. The third UN Conference on Women in Nairobi (1985) reaffirmed the commitment to disarmament issues by highlighting the key role women can play, including in nuclear disarmament, and calling for greater support of women's efforts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1995 at the Fourth World Conference on Women in Beijing, governments agreed to Strategic Objective to Reduce excessive military expenditures and control the availability of armaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lungile Magagula, head of justice, peace and reconciliation of the Swaziland Council, further said women were the most likely to be affected by violence and assault in times of conflict. Even though they were excluded during the negotiation of peace agreements, they needed to be "put in a position where they see that justice actually is done. To prevent the violence before it breaks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN Security Council Resolution 1325 on Women Peace and Security which was passed unanimously on 31 October 2000, recognizes that women are disproportionately victimized in wars and calls upon all parties to armed conflict to take special measures to respect women's rights. And it calls for better representation of women throughout the UN system itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representatives of the Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, stated that "The origin of women's peace and disarmament movements can be traced to various roots. It is useful to examine the elements of the development of the women's peace and disarmament movements calling to end war and begin complete disarmament, as a unique phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Cold War, women lobbied against the stockpiling and possible use of nuclear weapons. After a 1959 Conference on "the responsibility of women in the atomic age", the newly-formed European Movement of Women against Nuclear Armament, and other women's groups, embarked on massive educational and petition campaigns. report said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women affected by conflicts, without shelter and former women soldiers who need rehabilitation globally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nepalese women and Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women comprise at least 50 percent and more than 95 percent of Nepali women are effected by Maoists war. Since 1996, the Maoist war has cost over 14,500 lives and has brought the country's fragile economy into deep trouble. There are no precise estimates, official or non-official, of the number of women widowed or children orphaned. Since conflict started, rape and kidnapping have increased. Prostitution increased. Kidnap and torture still take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forceful recruitment of young women in the Maoist force is another serious issue in Nepal. Many young women have been displaced from their homes and forced to stay away because of this threat to them in their villages. Many displaced women and their families are still without shelter. Nepali conflict has also contributed to a rise in prostitution and trafficking, which threatens women's health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, In Nepal, the issue of peace and women was addressed about a decade ago.  A fundamental problem is the lack of a precise and coherent work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nepalese women believe, if they are given an opportunity to make their voice heard, if they can bring their own perspective to the table, the chances for lasting peace will improve immeasurably. Nepalese women must have a right to be involved in all development processes. Nepalese women are to play an equal part in security and maintaining peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the key to the reform of peace and women participation is the education of the women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More women should be involved in peacemaking and peacekeeping mission globally.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kamala Swarup &lt;br /&gt;Reffered Page :www.peacejournalism.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-4590235957303362478?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/4590235957303362478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=4590235957303362478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/4590235957303362478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/4590235957303362478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/02/women-have-been-victims.html' title='Women Have Been The Victims'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-3308308119211255867</id><published>2007-02-19T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:16:39.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Women's day and Media</title><content type='html'>International Women's Day (March 8 ) is the ideal time to challenge the mindset of media on issues related to women’s rights thinking. We cannot let another International Women's Day come and go without understanding that women's freedom, economic and social inequality kills young girls and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International Women’s Day marks an urgent occasion to mobilize national governments and international gencies to do what is smart and what is right for women media personnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women journalists face enormous problems of discrimination and danger that undermines their role in edia, in spite of increasing numbers of women in the newsroom", says International Federation of Journalists ( IFJ)—an umbrella organisation of professional media groups in over 110 countries of the world-- in a statement issued to mark the International Women's Day. "This must change. First, women must have better access to leadershippositions, both at their workplace and within their unions. Second,there must be a systematic change in the culture of employment andrewards in media to eliminate all forms of discrimination. It is timefor equality in pay, jobs and opportunities" the IFJ said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the world the struggle for equality in media is a constantbattle for recognition of women's rights. The issue is always therewhether it is in discrimination over jobs and pay or in the diet ofsexist and titillating journalism that still contributes to thedifficulties faced by women in all sections of society. &lt;br /&gt;A detailed survey presented to the International Federation of Journalists’ 24th World Congress in Seoul, South Korea, recently revealed that despite the fact women comprise at least 38 per cent of theworkforce in journalism, less than one per cent of media executiveposts are held by women. The list of obstacles is long and it is thesame, whether drawn up by women journalists in Asia, the Pacific,Latin America, Africa or Europe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true, the International Women’s day is quite significant in thesense that it calls for all the concerned agencies and individuals tocontribute to the empowerment of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another common feature of media's presentation of women is their objectification of women as entertainment fixtures or sex symbols. The women movie artists are attacked with vulgar language and crudecomments about their personal traits or physical appearance in thegossip columns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Nepal, the mainstream media has paid little interest on women'sissues. The media does not seem to be giving adequate attention to important issues that concern women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main reasons for limited involvement of women in the pressand in the field of writing may be their isolation from exposure and exchange of ideas with the outside world. The history of print media in Nepal is no longer than 100 years. The first newspaper of the country , Gorkhapatra, a Nepali-language daily was published from a mono type press over 98 years ago. Radio Nepal as the first electronic media started from 1950. Since then Nepali media has experienced a slow metamorphosis to come to the current state. Today, more than hundred of  newspaper andmagazines and a total of seven electronic media are in operation. Rastriya Samachar Samiti (RSS) is one sole news agency. &lt;br /&gt;Women's participation in mass media begun as early as 45 years ago,thenceforth different women personalities are persevering toraise women’s cause in the media almost on a regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is why   so many programmes transmitted through the electronic media have also contributed towards creating negative image of the women? &lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of women in Nepal have been murdered because of dowry. Several women have been accused on charge of practising witchcraft. But such events are limited only to a piece of news, why?. Why are women journalists still identifying stereotyped attitudes,unfair treatment, harassment  and job insecurity assome of the reasons that prompt them to give up the profession? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media should give importance to such subject matters, which inform the women of the socio-political context of the country with particular focus on women's issues, their contemporary problems and necessities. The media should inspire all to make opinions and decisions on development, human rights, women's rights and women'splace in a society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media's role is not just to report to society but to challenge the society on things, which have been wrong as well as to set agenda. The lack of women's voices and limited portrayal of their roles in the media may soon change if a new plan to correct those anomalies is implemented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a code of conduct for the journalists that they should not publish anything, which degrade the weaker sections of the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This code of conduct is forgotten very often while writing on women'sissues. The media should improve its own restrictions and standards on items, which humiliate and discriminate against women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reffered Page &lt;br /&gt;Kamala Sarup&lt;br /&gt;Peacejournalism.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-3308308119211255867?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/3308308119211255867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=3308308119211255867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/3308308119211255867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/3308308119211255867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/02/international-womens-day-and-media.html' title='International Women&apos;s day and Media'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-7013684496391224604</id><published>2007-02-19T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T04:06:29.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Representing Nepali Literature on the Internet</title><content type='html'>Bibhor Baral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you searched for any Nepali literary work on the Net a year back, you wouldn't find a single trace of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several renowned as well as budding litterateurs embellish Nepali literature. But none had any representation on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, fortunately, we have one site completely dedicated to Nepali literature, thanks to Bibhor Baral and his e-magazine, ketaketi.org, the first of its kind in Nepal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time when Nepali literature is facing declining popularity amongst the youngsters, a small effort from his side has provided immense help to the promotion of Nepali literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years back, Bibhor was completely unfamiliar with computers. Internet was something that he had only heard of. Nevertheless, he was always inquisitive regarding computers and the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the theaters to watch movies. People said all the special effects were the magic of computer. Everyone talked about Information Technology; IT was a much-hyped word. However, Bibhor did not have a clue about what it actually was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only during his college years that he got an opportunity to delve into the world of computers. He first used it in his college, the College of Applied Business (CAB), and it intrigued him so much that he was completely engrossed in computers. He spent most of his time in front of his computer screen, unfolding all the mysteries of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides computers, literature was the other field that grabbed Baral’s interest. He was very interested in the works of Bhupi Sherchan, Laxmi Prasad Devkota, Leo Tolstoy and Rabindranath Tagore. Once when assigned to create a web page while at college, Baral found a great opportunity to bring together his fields of interest. He decided to create a website of Nepali magazine in which he included a brief history of Nepali literature and uploaded the Nepali magazine Rachana, which was first published more than 40 years ago. He was the first person to upload Nepali e-magazine. His effort received great appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baral then participated in a poetry competition organized by pardesi.com, where all the Nepali citizens around the world were allowed to participate. Baral bagged the first prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once when Baral was visiting a cyber café in the city, he saw small kids freely visiting porn sites. The people at the café did nothing to stop this. Bibhor was concerned about the kids who were rotting their time and brains visiting such sites. He realized that it could be because there were not any sites in the country designed for young ones. It was quite natural for young minds to be diverted to such sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the desire for Baral to do something for the kids, his interest in literature and his love for the Information Technology led him to create the first children’s e-magazine in Nepal. He named it ketaketi.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was with the assistance of litterateur Dhiraj Baral and their joint investment that Bibhor officially launched this web site on November 20, 2003. Rochak Ghimire coined the perfectly relevant name for the web site. It received a welcoming response on the inauguration day itself. This site has been visited 900,000 times in the nine months and is dedicated completely to school students and up to the +2 level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magazine contains current events, photo gallery, quiz, e-pals site, a site for novels and stories and many more. Bibhor is also going to organize a countrywide poetry and story writing competition soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advisors of the magazine include famous litterateurs such as Ramesh Bikal, Dr Ram Dayal Rakesh, Madhav Ghimire and K.P. Parajuli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baral himself updates the magazine every month, despite being pressed by his studies and financial difficulties. Bibhor said, ‘This site takes a lot of effort. I have to even give up my study hours for this task,’ and added, ‘My parents have a hard time paying out the telephone bills.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibhor is completely dedicated to this site. He intends to implement a cyber law in Nepal. ‘As there are no such laws in the country, anyone can copy the articles and publish it anywhere,’ laments Baral and intends to maintain the sovereignty of the writers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baral has further plans of bringing out the magazines in CD form for the kids devoid of the Internet facilities and wishes to publish a compilation of the best stories and poems. He wishes to gain and spread more knowledge about e-journalism and wants them to have an identity as well. In Nepal, e-journalists are not recognized so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his perseverance and determination, Baral is sure to carve his name out as a promoter of Nepali literature for Nepalis, especially the budding ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-7013684496391224604?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/7013684496391224604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=7013684496391224604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/7013684496391224604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/7013684496391224604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/02/representing-nepali-literature-on.html' title='Representing Nepali Literature on the Internet'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-3310662551295101917</id><published>2007-02-18T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:19:37.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SINGLE RAY OF YOUR LOVE</title><content type='html'>What kept me alive&lt;br /&gt;Until now I can't say&lt;br /&gt;It might be your love&lt;br /&gt;With the single ray .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the tide of your&lt;br /&gt;Love in my heart's bay&lt;br /&gt;And the joy blooms&lt;br /&gt;In every step of my day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a grace ! you did&lt;br /&gt;Already on me . Now may&lt;br /&gt;I do something to you&lt;br /&gt;As I wish to repay .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's decorat our world&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow and stay&lt;br /&gt;Always filling colourful&lt;br /&gt;Wishes of dream spray .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bless of God will&lt;br /&gt;Be on us , make a pray&lt;br /&gt;And walk further with &lt;br /&gt;A faith and get a way .&lt;br /&gt;- Deepak Jadit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-3310662551295101917?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/3310662551295101917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=3310662551295101917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;strolls over the footpaths in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;beneath the sleeveless arm,&lt;br /&gt;Khichapokhari pants for air.&lt;br /&gt;In the lanes &lt;br /&gt;in the murk between the dank houses&lt;br /&gt;like tufts of hair in armpits.&lt;br /&gt;In the shop's show-case&lt;br /&gt;Su-ji Wang spreads a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong beauty, madam Teri-wool,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Nylon and Teri Lyn&lt;br /&gt;and charmed Miss Loop Kumari&lt;br /&gt;carrying the stale fruits of youth .&lt;br /&gt;In the brassiere kharpan a flower baby, a Hippy girl,&lt;br /&gt;half-naked in yellow sari and blouse&lt;br /&gt;walks in New Road in a Hippy youth's arms&lt;br /&gt;high after a trip.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bhupi Serchan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjhko naya sadak,jindagiko yatra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-6274882426542260032?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-5562014671631716382</id><published>2007-02-15T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T03:00:12.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Love About You</title><content type='html'>I love the way you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes so bright and blue.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you kiss me,&lt;br /&gt;Your lips so soft and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me so happy,&lt;br /&gt;And the ways you show you care.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you say, "I Love You,"&lt;br /&gt;And the way you're always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you touch me,&lt;br /&gt;Always sending chills down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;I love that you are with me,&lt;br /&gt;And glad that you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crystal Jansen -&lt;div 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मनलाई&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सम्हालेर राख है!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हो,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मलाई थाहा छ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बाटाहरु सजिला छैनन्&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;साँघुरा गल्लीहरुमा &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तिमीले सामना गर्नुपर्ने&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;साँघुरिएका मनहरु&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अनि,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एकोहोरो तिमीतर्फ केन्द्रीत&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तिनका कुटिल नजर....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पक्कै पनि &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बाटाहरु सजिला छैनन्&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तर प्रिया,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;म त मन बाँच्छु&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आँखाले होइन&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मनले हेर्छु&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कानले होइन&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मनले सुन्छु&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मस्तिष्कले होइन &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मनले सोच्छु&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बाहिरवाट हेर्दा&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जस्तो देखिएपनि&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वास्तवमा&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;म एउटा मन हुँ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......मात्र मन&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;र,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अहिले त्यो मन&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तिम्रो पछ्यौरीमा &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अल्झिएको छ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;प्रिया,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;त्यसलाई&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सम्हालेर राख है ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibhor Baral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-5626245919418382347?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/5626245919418382347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=5626245919418382347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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invitation , Gentalman&lt;br /&gt;Of attendence as your speciall guest&lt;br /&gt;I am just the dust of this earth&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to crush beneth millians of feet&lt;br /&gt;And I have no break&lt;br /&gt;With being crushed .&lt;br /&gt;This world has been running&lt;br /&gt;In her own speed&lt;br /&gt;She must have to save&lt;br /&gt;Her position in the univers&lt;br /&gt;But I am just the dust&lt;br /&gt;The one of useless object&lt;br /&gt;And move around here and there&lt;br /&gt;In each blow of the wind&lt;br /&gt;Neither there is any importance &lt;br /&gt;Nor any address of mine&lt;br /&gt;Invite me not , Gentalman&lt;br /&gt;Even if I get up from my place&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I cound never find&lt;br /&gt;Another place in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Even if I took support of strom&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have to fall down&lt;br /&gt;In this same earth&lt;br /&gt;That is why&lt;br /&gt;Do not invite me , Gentalman&lt;br /&gt;I'm not suitable to your invitation&lt;br /&gt;No not at all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by दीपक जडित&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-2956750552298516053?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/2956750552298516053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=2956750552298516053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/2956750552298516053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/2956750552298516053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/02/poem-invite-me-not.html' title='POEM : 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४&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;किन आ'हो चाड पर्ब जात्रामात्रा घरी घरी ,&lt;br /&gt;बुझ्दा बजार भाउ , गोजीमा चानचुन रोयो । ५&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तीज अरे गृहलक्ष्मी खुशीमा फूलेकी छिन ,&lt;br /&gt;उन्को बुच्चो कान देखेर बन्धक सुन रोयो । ६&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;गाईने दाई आउनै छाडे सारङ्गी रेटेर ,&lt;br /&gt;दुखी छ कि सारङ्गी ? गाइनेदाईको धून रोयो । ७&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;होली खेल्ने बगैंचामा रगत पोखिए पछि ,&lt;br /&gt;नाङ्गेझार रुखहरु संगै फेरी फागुन रोयो । ८&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;लेखे लेख्नेले किताबमा नीति कानुन सबै ,&lt;br /&gt;तिनैले धज्जी उडाए बबुरो कानुन रोयो । ९&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-4942879247372221036?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/4942879247372221036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-3961389367571812296</id><published>2007-02-07T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T04:02:47.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ghazal</title><content type='html'>कृष्ण के सी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कोही भन्छन पिरती दुई आत्मा को मेल हो&lt;br /&gt;कोही भन्छन पिरती जवनी मा खालीने खेल हो &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जता ततै खोजी सके पिरती को परिभाषा&lt;br /&gt;भन्छना कोही स्वतन्त्रता खोसिदिने जेल हो &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पिरतीको अर्थ बुझ्न देवता लाई सोधी हरे&lt;br /&gt;उनि भन्छन पागल हरु यात्रा गर्न रेल हो &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;खोजिसके जता ततै अब पालो मेरो आयो&lt;br /&gt;म त भन्छु जवानीमा उर्लियको भेल हो&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कोही भन्छन पिरती दुई आत्मा को मेल हो&lt;br /&gt;कोही भन्छन पिरती जवनी मा खालीने खेल हो&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='ghazal'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-2053117226481209799</id><published>2007-02-02T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:37:39.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>कसॆैकॊ बन्ने प्रयासमा म</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;   रिचा तिवारी शिवाकोटी&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कसॆैकॊ बन्ने प्रयासमा म &lt;br /&gt;म कसैकॊ पनि हुन सकिन &lt;br /&gt;न अरु कसैको बन्न सके&lt;br /&gt;न तिमीलाई आफनो बनाउन सके ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जीवनको खुशी बाडने बहानामा &lt;br /&gt;आज पनि तिमीसँग मैले&lt;br /&gt;एउटा मधुर हाँसो हास्ँन सकिन&lt;br /&gt;तिमीलाई जीवनभर विस्रन सकिन ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सधै पीडामा बाँच्ने&lt;br /&gt;मेरो यो जीवनको नियती&lt;br /&gt;यहि नियतीसँगै जुध्दै&lt;br /&gt;मैले आफनो पीडा विस्रन सकिन । &lt;br /&gt;रिचा तिवारी शिवाकोटी&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-2053117226481209799?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/2053117226481209799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=2053117226481209799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/2053117226481209799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/2053117226481209799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/02/kaisako-banney-prayas.html' title='कसॆैकॊ बन्ने प्रयासमा म'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-7950475817724786316</id><published>2007-02-02T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T04:24:38.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghazal</title><content type='html'>कृष्ण के सी “छाल”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;परदेशबाट कति लेखे चिट्ठी हजुर खाम खामको त कुरै छोडौ&lt;br /&gt;टिकट मैले कति किने किने हजुर दामको त कुरै छोडौ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;धेरै धाउने गर्थै हजुर हुलाक तिर पत्र हाल्ने बाहानामा&lt;br /&gt;हुलाकमा भिड पनि कति कति हजुर लामाको त कुरै छोडौ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सत्य सत्य फुर्शद मैले पाइन हजुर कहिले पनि&lt;br /&gt;भोकै त कति बस्नु पर्यो पर्यो हजुर मामको त कुर छोडौ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हरेक रातको अनिदोले दिनमा सधैं निद्रा लाग्थ्यो&lt;br /&gt;त्यही कारणले कति छोडे छोडे हजुर कामको त कुरा छोडौ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कति बसे प्रतिक्षामा जवाफ आउने आशा गरी&lt;br /&gt;यही आशाले कति फेरे फेरे हजुर नामको त कुरा छोडौ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- पाला २ खहरे&lt;br /&gt;बगुलुङ नेपाल&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-7950475817724786316?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/7950475817724786316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-34235877651769599</id><published>2007-02-02T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T04:23:15.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>गजल</title><content type='html'>- कुमार कार्की&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कतै तिमी हराएमा मैले खोजे कसो होला ।&lt;br /&gt;कसैले प्रश्न सोध्नु अघि मैले सोधे कसो होला ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वसन्तको पालुवासँगै न्याउलि चरी रोएको वेला&lt;br /&gt;तिमी हिड्ने वाटो भरी फूल रोपे कसो होला । &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;खुशि भन्ने कस्तो हुन्छ मेरो लागी दुर्लभ भयो&lt;br /&gt;मेरो ठाँउमा तिमी आई दुख भोगे कसो होला ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आशा भित्र निराशाको कालो वादल मडारिडा&lt;br /&gt;निष्पट अध्यारोमा जूनको उज्यालो रोजे कसो होला ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;धागो छिनी आकाशमा रुमल्लिएको चंगालाई&lt;br /&gt;यो कुमारले हावा वनि सही मार्ग मोडे कसो होला ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दोहा कतार&lt;div 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title='गजल'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-2393284508731290903</id><published>2007-02-02T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T04:21:12.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghazal</title><content type='html'>दुर्गा राई &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;खेल्नै पर्ने खेल रै’छ यो जिन्दगी, हारै हार किन न होस्,&lt;br /&gt;हिड्नै पर्ने यात्र रै’छ यो जिन्दगी, धारै धार किन नहोस् ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पतझड न भो आशा भरोसा, सबै सबै जिन्दगीमा,&lt;br /&gt;झेल्नै पर्ने झेल रै’छ यो जिन्दगी, मारै मार किन नहोस् । &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हजुर ! एउटै मुटु यहाँ हजार चोटी दुखेकै छ, चस्केकै छ,&lt;br /&gt;ठिकै छ, ! चोटै चोटले यो मुटु, वार नै पार किन नहोस् ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आफ्नो संगै बिरानो भै छुटि्टनु यहाँ रिति रै’छ दुनियाँकै,&lt;br /&gt;पबित्र यो चोखो मन भरि भरी, प्यारै प्यार किन नहोस् ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अझै पनि खेलिरहेछु यो हारै हारको खेल, जित्ने आशा बिनै,&lt;br /&gt;स्वीकार छ सबै हार जति, यस्तो खेल, बारै बार किन नहोस् ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भोजपुर,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-2393284508731290903?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/2393284508731290903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=2393284508731290903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that I had to make to remove the mole from my forehead. It has &lt;br /&gt;been four times I have done plastic surgery but my pursuit to look better &lt;br /&gt;and reach the state of perfection still continues. Also, the mental state &lt;br /&gt;through which I had to go and the sacrifices that I needed to make made it &lt;br /&gt;even more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fifth awaited opportunity came as a boon, which would end my pursuit for &lt;br /&gt;perfection but greater challenges were attached with it. If I decided to &lt;br /&gt;continue with my surgery, I had to sacrifice my two precious months. Two &lt;br /&gt;months is really a long time and besides that, I would be away from all my &lt;br /&gt;daily duties. At first I was unable to decide but finally, I made up my &lt;br /&gt;mind, hoping to get the best result out of my sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a 75cc silicon expander tissue balloon inside my forehead (a foreign &lt;br /&gt;body), so I had to be careful with various infections. My doctor got this &lt;br /&gt;balloon as a donation, so it was fine to me, otherwise, it would be very &lt;br /&gt;expensive at my own cost. Somehow my surgery is like a cosmetic, which is &lt;br /&gt;rare in our country. After my 1st phase of surgery, I had to go hospital &lt;br /&gt;twice a week for injection to expand balloon. Sometimes, I felt why I am &lt;br /&gt;doing all this, wasting my time, killing my desires and letting other &lt;br /&gt;opportunities go but then this was what I was wanting for such a longtime. &lt;br /&gt;The doctor had told me that I could go out with a cap but I knew people &lt;br /&gt;would stretch their eyes on me and question me a lot. Also, I had fear of &lt;br /&gt;infection from dirt and pollution so; unwillingly I had to stay at home for &lt;br /&gt;two complete months. But after all it was my decision and all I could do was &lt;br /&gt;pray and hope for best result. I had to do lot of compromises and sacrifices &lt;br /&gt;but then, this is what life is made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you all this was not easy at all. My surgery was a high risk and I &lt;br /&gt;was very much worried and nervous. I missed my psychology classes, missed &lt;br /&gt;the snowfall in Nagarkot, social gatherings, weddings, traveling with &lt;br /&gt;friends but all this made me strong from inside and I could make major &lt;br /&gt;decisions of life all by myself. These two months taught me to be patience, &lt;br /&gt;to be independent and built up that inner confidence in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am glad that I took that major decision in life and the experience &lt;br /&gt;that I got from my decision was truly of great value. After all, it is the &lt;br /&gt;experiences that we rejoice at the end of the run.  I have learnt that" to &lt;br /&gt;get something we need to give something too".&lt;br /&gt;I think I made a correct decision and the sacrifices that I had to make were &lt;br /&gt;worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smriti sharma tiwari .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-5175448837879006188?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/5175448837879006188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=5175448837879006188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/5175448837879006188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/5175448837879006188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-sacrifice.html' title='My Sacrifice.......&quot;'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-7240715357122313492</id><published>2007-02-01T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:30:13.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My imagination</title><content type='html'>I saw him the day before, saw him today and hope to see him tomorrow too. But let see I will be lucky enough or not but I am still hoping for the best. I don’t really remember the date but it was Sunday when I saw him on the road hurrying for somewhere with bunch of friends with a big sacks at his shoulder. Here is this man who must be age of 14-15, greasy hair looks like he is trying to make dreadlock after he is from thamel where we can find these fashion on the foreigners, may be he is trying to copy or it is busyness that he have not have enough time to wash and brush, he might have shortage of water in his area where he live reason can be any think if we guess. He is short with loose pant trying to fall and he wears a cardigan, which has lot of ventilation, it must be someone’s old clothes that were given to him. His footwear is just like designs with lots of switching here and there. His cheek is very rough and greasy it seems like he has no any soap with him. But he have this different kinds of steel hand made rings in his hand, there is possibility of making him injure with it. Here he walks like he is about to win world walkathon championship. He doesn’t care for other expects that skinny dog that runs after him wherever he goes. He begins his journey from balaju in the early morning when it is chill and cold. God has gifted him sattal   and pati in free, there is no objection in sleeping there, and he takes his sleep in one sattal and pati to another. He doesn’t get frightened; he is ready to fight for a sleep at night whether with police, dogs, or others like him. He is bold, strong, confidence, he doesn’t get back on grabbing opportunity of picking pocket sometime if in case. He is not aware of his vulgar words, spitting at any corner, running from one street to another, no care of road accident. But he has to struggle for his food. For this he have to collect all the rags and give it to particular place earn little money and enjoy rest of the day with food, ghaja, cigarette, alchol, he doesn’t have to care for age limit or get afraid of elders, he is free. He is ready to be victim of sex abuse for delicious food. Sometime when he blindly spends money next day he have to be on fasting too unwillingly too we knows all the cons and corners of the city. Sometime he is ready to rob at house in other direction to earn more money. Some time police personal also utilize them for wrong deeds. They have also chance of watching vulgar movies, magazines.  If he get guide job he will do good . He just wants to be in the street, it is very difficult to keep him inside four walls and in discipline. He is not aware of cold and hot he is busy in working for food. He is very straight in speaking; he is ready to fight with anyone just like some strong boy. if he is injured he doesn’t care for the wound, he doesn’t have to worry about infection, he lets it heal itself. He doesn’t care for fresh food, he is ready to eat stale food for energy, he is not aware of diarrhea, or food poising. No any festival for him, any dashian, bhaitika. He is very much attracted toward lightening at the street, he is hopeful to get delicious food that day. He has so saving fund. Life on street is very pleasant for him. He is not worry about his parents; he might curse them for his situation if he is there because of them. He doesn’t have to settle home, no worry of earning for the family, he doesn’t dream of aboard study. Studying is out of question to him. He is in the city not thousand miles far from the city. . If u ask them  he will say that they are on the street either by their father married another mother they mistreat him, or he might say that his parents are dead, his parents had sent him to earn money, he came to roam at city, he came along with his friend to earn more money, but he won’t say that he didn’t like to study and he escape. it is very difficult to make sure what is the reason behind it.  I wonder if they remember their parents or not if they are hungry, sick, in trouble. I also wonder if they know the tradition, culture, taboos, do they believe in god? Does they know what love and care is all about is? do they ever realizes what their responsibilities for the country, society , do they know what society is?Don’t they ever had feeling of cared and loved by parents.    But if he have group he is very careful about of his group there is sharing between them, they fight, they care for each other too, if have also gang fight. They go all places in-group; one becomes a leader and guide other.  Why don’t we stretch our eyes upon those scenes too? Lets make them part of our life. if it is our duty to build our country then it is a first step for us to take these street boys  inside four walls and try to educate them. Educating them not only means putting them in class, we can start from the ground with patience. we don’t have to memorize them like parrot ,let them stay with us they will slowly start  learn.&lt;br /&gt;Some people already start thinking this way and work for it but we need more manpower for it. Small little hands can lift the world if lift together, we also want the same here. it will be very insane to misused  budget for their work. Please be sure that you are joining hand for them from any sector. 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अवोध छोरी&lt;br /&gt;भ्यागुता नगाए पनि फरक पर्ने छैन उनीमाथि&lt;br /&gt;मात्र उनीसंग घुम छैन&lt;br /&gt;हातमा बीउ छैनन्&lt;br /&gt;रुखहरु नांगिएका छन्&lt;br /&gt;उनीहरुलाई पनि शान्त लाग्दैन&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हिउको उपस्थिति, &lt;br /&gt;म त झनै निस्किन्न &lt;br /&gt;कोठाबाट बिहानभरि&lt;br /&gt;कठ्याङयाउने तुसारो&lt;br /&gt;लटक्क जमेको छ ठाँटोसंग&lt;br /&gt;झिक्दै खेल्दै&lt;br /&gt;बुढी आमा अगेनाबाटै हकार्नुहुन्छ&lt;br /&gt;आफ्नी नातिनीलाई-&lt;br /&gt;ए, नानी नखेल न तुषारोसंग&lt;br /&gt;हात खान्छ&lt;br /&gt;हो, कलिला हातहरु अवश्य कठ्याग्रिन्छ&lt;br /&gt;तै पनि उफ्दैछे मेरी छोरी तुसारोसंग&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मकलमा आगो सेक्दा पनि&lt;br /&gt;नबौरिएका औंलाहरु- बिहानभरि रुँदै&lt;br /&gt;बुढी आमाले खुवाइदिएको खाना&lt;br /&gt;औंला नचल्दा स्वाद पर्छ कि पर्दैन&lt;br /&gt;अवोध बच्ची&lt;br /&gt;विद्यालय बन्दले &lt;br /&gt;गर्नुपर्ने गृहकार्य नगरी&lt;br /&gt;घोक्नुपर्ने पाठ नहुदा &lt;br /&gt;फुर्सदले कठ्याग्रिएका-&lt;br /&gt;औंला, मन मस्तिष्क अनि भविष्य ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भ्यागुता गाउ“दैनन&lt;br /&gt;माछा शीत निद्रामा &lt;br /&gt;विस्तराभित्रै म जोगिए, देश जोगिन्छ&lt;br /&gt;लुक्छु विस्तराभित्रै&lt;br /&gt;बाहिर तुषारो बर्षा भैरहेछ ।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-8450651674320488493?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/8450651674320488493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=8450651674320488493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/8450651674320488493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/8450651674320488493'/><link rel='alternate' 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बम !&lt;br /&gt;अहिले म जहाँ छु&lt;br /&gt;त्यसैलाई सुरक्षित मानिरहेको छु&lt;br /&gt;सुरक्षितमात्र हैन,&lt;br /&gt;अति सुरक्षित !&lt;br /&gt;तर जहाँ सधैं मानवीय विनासको &lt;br /&gt;उद्योग चलिहरेको हुन्छ&lt;br /&gt;जस्तो कि &lt;br /&gt;आणविक भट्टी !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-311226187848911265?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/311226187848911265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=311226187848911265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/311226187848911265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;चोकभरि देखापरेका कुकुरहरू ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उनीहरू मिलेर पटक्कै खान जाँदैनन्&lt;br /&gt;त्यसैले त उनीहरू टोकाटोक गर्दै जिइरहेछन्&lt;br /&gt;दुर्गति यस्तैगरी भोग्छन्, एकआपसमा कलह रोपेर&lt;br /&gt;हिजोजस्तै आज पनि उनीहरू मारामार गर्दैछन् &lt;br /&gt;यसरी नै भोग्छन् कष्टहरू कस्ता अभागी कुकुरहरू ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सुँघ्न जानेका, मालिकका तावेदारी गर्न सिकेका&lt;br /&gt;कुकुरहरू समय मिलाएर पुच्छर हल्लाउँछन्&lt;br /&gt;अरुहरूभन्दा निकै माहिर छन् उनीहरू&lt;br /&gt;इस्पात भन्दा कडा दाँतहरू बोकेर आज पनि &lt;br /&gt;हिजोजस्तै हड्डीकै लुछाचुँडी गर्दैछन् कुकुरहरू ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दासहरूजस्तै नियति भोग्छन् - कुकुरहरू&lt;br /&gt;बाँधिएका कैदीहरूझैं चुपचाप छन् - कुकुरहरू&lt;br /&gt;मिलेर कहिल्यै बस्न नजानेका उनीहरू&lt;br /&gt;आज पनि टोकाटोक गर्दैछन् आफू आफूहरू -&lt;br /&gt;हड्डी ठिङ्ग बाँकी छ चोकमा तर भोक सुँघ्दैछन् कुकरहरू ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;समूह समूहमा विभक्त भएर विजयगान गाउँदैछन् उनीहरू&lt;br /&gt;आफ्नै नारा र भाषामा विचार सुनाउँदैछन् उनीहरू&lt;br /&gt;बलियोले नै साम्राज्य चलाउन पाइने संविधान कल्पेर उनीहरू&lt;br /&gt;विभाजनमा रमाउँदै आज विजयगान गाउँदैछन् चर्को स्वरमा&lt;br /&gt;घाम छक्क पर्दै प्रकाश बाँड्दैछन् र हर्दैछन् कुकुरहरू .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;साभार नेपाली कविता डट कम &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-6321927254043358457?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/6321927254043358457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=6321927254043358457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwJKoDdHISc/RbkWjWgBi-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I-q2wNsTGbs/s1600-h/Chahal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024071655899630562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwJKoDdHISc/RbkWjWgBi-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I-q2wNsTGbs/s320/Chahal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[25 January 2007]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मोति जयन्तीको अवसर पारेर नेपाल कतार पत्रकार संघले आयोजना गरेको साहित्य वाचनमा वाचीत साहित्यलाई यहाँ राख्ने क्रममा आज सातौ भिडियो राख्दै छु । तर आजको भिडियो चाँही अरु कसैको नभएर आफ्नै परेको छ । एक मित्र &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;कुमार कार्कीको&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; निमन्त्रणालाई स्विकार्दै म उक्त कार्यक्रममा गएको थिँए र एक गजल वाचन गरेको थिँए । गजल मोतिरामले लेख्नेजस्तो सिंगारीक धारमा चाँही छैन । देशको बदलिंदो परीवेश लाई मध्यनजर राख्दै लेखिएको गजललाई कति साथहरुले मन पराउनु भयो भने कतिले इमेल बाट गाली पनि गर्नुभयो त्यस्को लागी मेरो भन्नु केहि छैन्ा । जस जसलाई यो गजल मन परेन अथवा गजल सुनेर चित्त दुख्यो उहँाहरुको लागी यो भिडियो फेरी दोहोर्‍याएर नहर्ेर्ने सल्लाह भन्दा अरु म केहि दिन सक्दीन ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;मै हुँ भन्ने तानाशाहलाई जनताले ढालेका छन ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;उसका हरेक अवशेषलाई उखलेर फालेका छन ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;जनताका छोराले जागीर खोसीदीए पछी ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;राजा अचेल इन्टरनेटमा जुवा खेल्न थालेका छन ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;गजल &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="more-166"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;तानाशाहका सपनाहरु जल्दैछन बिस्तार बिस्तार&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;गणतन्त्रका राँकाहरु बल्दैछन बिस्तार बिस्तार&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;दूइसय सैंतीस वर्षो पुराना ति खम्बाहरु&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;उन्नाइस दिनको आँधीले ढल्दैछन बिस्तार बिस्तार&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;जनताका छोरालाई कमजोर नसम्dmनुस हजुर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;हजुरका सबै 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-2263576105294168255</id><published>2007-01-25T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:19:51.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kumar Karki'/><title type='text'>परदेशवाट जन्मभुमी चिहाउदा</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- कुमार कार्की&lt;/span&gt; [25th January 2007]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आज अचानक ! मैले&lt;br /&gt;मेरो जन्मभुमी संझे&lt;br /&gt;मेरो वालपनका कृयाकलापहरु&lt;br /&gt;आँखा भरि नाच्न थाले&lt;br /&gt;त्यो श्रीदले डाँडावाट&lt;br /&gt;प्ारि क्षितिजमा&lt;br /&gt;पोाक्लावाङ्ग वजार नियालेको&lt;br /&gt;अनि तमोर पारि फिदिम वजार&lt;br /&gt;आँखाभरि टल्केको संझे&lt;br /&gt;साँच्ची त्यो श्रीदलेमा&lt;br /&gt;व्ानभोज खाँदाको क्षण&lt;br /&gt;पानी पोखरीमा पौडि खेल्ने&lt;br /&gt;असफल प्रयास गरेको थिए&lt;br /&gt;म्याङ्गलुङ्ग वजारको सेरोफेरोमा हर्’कदैं&lt;br /&gt;माथी तिनजुरे र हरिसेमा फुलेको&lt;br /&gt;रातो लाली गुँरासलाई&lt;br /&gt;मेरो अन्तस्करणमा सजाएको थिए ।&lt;br /&gt;साँच्चि&lt;br /&gt;तिनजुरेमा हिउ फुलेको वेला&lt;br /&gt;चिसो सिरेटो सँग लुकामारी खेल्दै&lt;br /&gt;क्हिले तमोर पुगेको हुन्थे&lt;br /&gt;क्हिले विश्वासको सगरमाथा चढेको हुन्थे&lt;br /&gt;तर आज&lt;br /&gt;मेरो गुँरास म सँग छैन&lt;br /&gt;मेरो वालपन म सँग छैन&lt;br /&gt;मलाइृ दर्शन सिकाउने म्याङ्गलुङ्ग वजार&lt;br /&gt;त्रि्रो सुन्दरता आगोका लप्काहरुले&lt;br /&gt;चिथोरी चिथोरी कुरुप वनाई दियो&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मेरो सम्पर्ुण्ा आस्था&lt;br /&gt;त्यहि मेरो जनमभुमीलाई&lt;br /&gt;त्यहि लालीगुँरासलाई&lt;br /&gt;त्यहि खर्कका गोठ&lt;br /&gt;घाँसी र गोठालालाई&lt;br /&gt;जँहा मैले जीवन सिकेको छु&lt;br /&gt;हत्तेरी !&lt;br /&gt;म किन आज यति चाँडै&lt;br /&gt;परिवर्तित भईछु&lt;br /&gt;न त मलाई नागीमा फलेको वुकीले&lt;br /&gt;तिरस्कार गरेको थियो&lt;br /&gt;न त ति मधुर ध्वनि सहित वग्ने&lt;br /&gt;खोलाहरुले अविश्वास गरेको छन् ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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चिहाउदा'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-8236131065125563195</id><published>2007-01-25T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:45:11.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reecha Sharma Tiwari'/><title type='text'>पिपल जराले घेरिएको अनौठो मन्दिर</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'कही नभएको जात्रा हाँडीगाउँमा ' भन्ने उखान त घेरैलाई थाहा छ तर जात्रा मात्र होइन हाँडीगाउँमा अन्त कतै नभएको भूतेश्वर कृष्ण मन्दिर पनि छ भन्ने चाहिँ कमैलाई मात्र थाहा होला । प्राचीन तथा मध्यकालीन सम्पदाको रुपमा रहेको हाँडीगाउँ भूतेश्वरको कृष्ण मन्दिरलाई पिपलको जराले चारैतर्फाट घेरेको हुनाले यो मन्दिर अनौठो किसिमले सुरक्षित पनि बन्न पुगेको छ। भगवान् कृष्णको मन्दिर टोलैपिच्छे पाइए पनि हाँडीगाउँको कृष्ण मन्दिर अलग्गै बिशेषता छ । यस मन्दिरलाई चारैतर्फबाट पिपलको जराले खाबाँको रुपमा आड दिएको छ ।&lt;br /&gt;त्यसैगरी, मन्दिरको मुख्य मूर्ति रहने भित्री भागमा पनि पिपलको जारले आकर्षण थपेको छ । भगवान् कृष्णको मूल मन्दिरभित्र माथिल्तिर शिखरशैलीमा पपिलका हाँगाहरु फैलिएर मन्दिरको भित्री भागलाई समेत शोभायमान बनाएको छ ।&lt;br /&gt;यहाँ रहेको पिपलको रुखको उत्पत्तिको बारेमा स्थानीयवासीहरु भगवान उपस्थिति ठान्दछन्।&lt;br /&gt;सो मन्दिरको अगाडि इन्द्रजात्राको समयमा लिङ्गो ठड्याउने कार्य गरिन्छ भने स्थानीयबासीले आ-आफ्नो आराध्यदेवको रुपमा कृष्ण मन्दिरमा पूजाआजा गर्ने चलन छ।&lt;br /&gt;त्रिभुवन विश्वविद्यालय संस्कृति विभागका विभागीय प्रमुख प्राध्यापक मुकुन्दराज अर्यालका अनुसार जयप्रकाश मल्लको अन्तिम समयमा कृष्ण भगवानको दुईवटा मूर्ति फेला परेका थिए । त्यसमध्ये एउटा लाजिम्पाट धोबीचौकमा पाइएको छ भने अर्को यस हाँडीगाउँ क्षेत्रमा पाइएको छ । त्यो त्यहिमध्येको एक मूर्ति हो ।&lt;br /&gt;पिपलको रुख हिन्दु संस्कारमा भगवान् बिष्णुको रुप भएकोले र भगवान् कृष्णलाई बिष्णुले छहरा दिएको शुभ मानिने भएकाले सो पिपलको बोट काट्न नमिलेको स्थानीयबासी बताउँछन्। पिपलको रुख धार्मीक , सांस्कृतिक एवं प्राकृतिक दृष्टिले पनि महत्वपूर्ण मानिन्छ भने मन्दिरको भित्रको कृष्णलाई भगवानको मूर्तिलाई कुनै नोक्सानी गरेको छैन । कृष्ण मन्दिरमाथि रहेको रुख काट्न नहुने हुनाले त्यतिकै राखिएको हो स्थानिय बासिन्दा नजरमान डंगोल बताउनुहुन्छ ।&lt;br /&gt;वि.सं २०५९ मा गठित विशालनगर हाँडीगाउँ सम्पदा समाजले वडा नं ५ भित्रको कला ,संस्कृति, धर्मको विकास र संरक्षण गर्ने भएको छ । यस सम्पदासमाजले वडां ५ भित्रको कला , संस्कृति, धर्मको विकास र संरक्षण गर्ने क्रममा अग्रणी भूमिका निर्वाह गरेको र यसका लागि गुरुयोजना तयार भइसकेको सम्पदासमाजका संस्थापक सदस्य डा. यज्ञनाथ आचार्यले बताउनुहुन्छ। हाँडीगाउँ भूतेशवर कृष्ण मन्दिरको सुधार र संरक्षण आवश्यक देखिएको छ । तर यो मन्दिरलाई कुनै रुपबाट पनि हेरफेर गर्दा यसको प्राकृतिक सौदर्न्य बिग्रने हुनाले सो कार्य कठिन रहेको काठमाण्डौँ महानगरपालिकाका वडा न. ५ का अध्यक्ष सुखराम महर्जनले बताउनभयो।&lt;br /&gt;यस मन्दिरमा हरेक वर्ष भाद्रकृष्ण अष्टमी पर्वका दिनमा हाँडीगाँउ क्षेत्र वरिपरिबाट विशेष भक्तजनहरुको घुइँचो लाग्दछ। सो मन्दिरमा पुजारी छैनन् ।मन्दिर हरसमय खुल्ला रहने गरेका कारण भक्तजनहरुलाई दर्शन गर्न सजिलो छ। मन्दिरको सामान्य जीर्णोद्धारमा स्थानीय वासिन्दा सक्रिय छन् । सो मन्दिरमा रहेको पुरानो घण्टी फुटेकाले नयाँ घण्टी सथानीय वासिन्दाले राख्नका साथै मन्दिरका पेटी वडावासीहरुले बनाएको उहाँ बताउनुहुन्छ। सो मन्दिरलाई व्यवस्थीत रुपले घेरेर राख्ने ढोका बनाएर व्यवस्थित गर्ने कार्य चाँडै गर्नुपर्ने धारणा व्यक्त गर्दै मन्दिरको प्रांगणमा तास खेल्ने, लुगा सुकाउने, कार्य रोक्नपर्ने हाडीगाउँ सम्पदा समाजका सचिव एवं कोषाध्यक्ष गणेश श्रेष्ठले बताउनुभयो ।&lt;br /&gt;हाँडीगाउँ क्षेत्र लिच्छवीकालीन शहर भएको हुदाँ अन्य देवदेवीसरह कृष्णको मन्दिरको पनि संरक्षण गर्नपर्ने आवश्यकता डा. यज्ञनाथ आचार्य औँल्याउनुहुन्छ ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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मन्दिर'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-4381126463344199069</id><published>2007-01-25T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T05:32:52.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Detail Search Options!!" href="http://www.tanneri.com/DtSearch.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tanneri.com/DetailAuthor.asp?AuthorID=251"&gt;Reecha Sharma Tiwari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    विपन्न महिलाको बैँक ´ग्रामीण विकास बैंक´&lt;br /&gt;आर्थिक विपन्नताका कारण आफनो ५ जनाको परिवारको लागि विहान बेलुको छाक टार्न हम्मे पर्ने बाँके बाँसगढीको सुकदेवी पहिला ज्यादै चिन्तित थिइन् । न श्रीमानले धेरै पढेका, न आफूले नै। कहिले माछा मारेर त कहिले  अरुको घरमा काम गरेर जोहो गर्ने गर्दा पनि आर्थिक भार कम भएन। एकदिन उनले ग्रामीण विकास बैँक नाम सुनिन्। आफू जस्तै दु:ख खेपिरहेका साथीहरूसँगै उनी ग्रामीण विकास बैँकको समुह कार्यक्रम हेर्न भनी उनी बासँगढी केन्द्रमा गइन् । त्यहाँ उनले लघुवित्त कार्यक्रमको बारेमा राम्ररी कुरा बुझिन्। उनलाई पनि त्यो कार्यक्रम मनपर्यो र उनी त्यस कार्यक्रमको सदस्य बनी ऋण लिएर  आफ्नो जीवनस्तर उकास्न विभिन्न आयमुलक, सीपमुलुक काम सिकेर काम गरी आफनो घर परिवार चलाउन थालिन्।&lt;br /&gt;     नेपाल जहाँ करिब ४५ प्रतिशत गरीबीको रेखामुनी रहेको छ, यहाँ  पिछडिएको वर्गका महिलकाहरुको आर्थिक स्थिति  उकास्नका निम्ति ग्रामीण बैँक बंगलादेशको अनुशरण गरी र्सवप्रथम वि.स २०४९ सालमा ग्रामीण बैकिङ्ग पद्धतिको शुरुवात भएको हो। सरकारी निति, नियम अनुसार तीन चरणमा पाँचै विकास क्षेत्रमा यो बैँक स्थापना गरिएको छ। र्सवप्रथम आ.व ०४९/०५० मा पुर्वाञ्चल ग्रामीण विकास बैँक विराटनगरमा र सुदुर पश्चिमाञ्चल ग्रामीण विकास बैँक धनगढीमा स्थापना गरिएको हो। त्यसै गरी  दोस्रो चरणमा भने आ.व ०५१/०५२ मा पश्चिमाञ्चल ग्रामीण विकास बैँक बुटवलमा र मध्यपश्चिमाञ्चल ग्रामीण विकास बैँक नेपालगञ्जमम र   अन्तिम चरणमा भने आ.व०५३/०५४ मा मध्यमाञ्चल ग्रामीण विकास बैँक जनकपुरमा स्थापना भएको हो ।&lt;br /&gt;    ग्रामीण विपन्न महिलाहरुलाई  स्वालम्बन एवं आत्मनिर्भर बनाउन  बैँकले विभिन्न कार्यक्रमको  विस्तार गर्दै आएको छ । नेपाल सरकार बाट १ जना, नेपाल राष्ट्र बैँक  बाट ४ जना नेपाल सरकार, नेपाल राष्ट्र बैँक, राष्ट्रिय वाणिज्य बैँकबाट १ , नेपाल एसबिआई बैँकबाट १  जना गरी जम्मा ७ जना शेयरधनी संस्थाहरु संगठित  भएर यो बैँकको  संञ्चालक समिति को स्थापना भएको हो  भने बेकका कार्यकारी निर्देशकको अवधि ४ वर्षको हुनेछ ।&lt;br /&gt;त्यसैले पूर्ण रुपमा जनताको बैँक भएकोले यो बैँकलाई गरिबको बैँक भन्नु गलत नहोला । यो बैँक  महिलाहरुको आर्थिक संरक्षणकर एवं  सबैको निम्ति नमुना भएको  छ ।&lt;br /&gt;बैँकले समाजका न्युन भन्दा पनि  अति न्युन आय भएका वर्गलाई विषेशत पिछडिएका महिलाहरुका निम्ति  विभिन्न बैँकिङ सुविधा प्रदान गर्ने, विना धितो समुहको जमानीमा कर्जा लगानी गर्ने, लघु कर्जाको माध्यमबाट ग्रामीण क्षेत्रमा आय मुलक स्वरोजगार अवसर प्रदान गर्ने, आयस्तर बढाउने, नियमीत बचत गर्ने बानी बसाल्ने, सामुदायिक भावनाको विकास गर्ने, समुहमा अनुशासन कायम गने, वित्तिय सुधार गर्ने गरी बैँकले तराईमा १ विगाहा र पहाडमा १० रोपनी  भन्दा कम जग्गा भएका ग्रामीण  विपन्न  परिवारलाई आम्दानी बढाउने, स्वरोजगार बनाई व्यवसायमा कर्जा प्रवाह गर्ने र र्सवसुलभ तरिकाले विपन्न जनताको आर्थिक स्तर उकास्न अघि बढ्न मद्दत गर्ने आदि जस्ता थुप्रै लक्ष्य बोकेर यसै अनुरुप कार्य सञ्चालन गरेको छ।&lt;br /&gt;कर्जा लगानीकर्तालाई बचतसँग आबद्ध गरी समुह सदस्यहरुमा वचत गर्ने बानीको विकास गराउने बैँकको उद्धेश्य अनुरुप बैँकले  समुहकोष को रुपमा अनिवार्य वचत  र व्यक्तिगत वचत गरी दुई समुह को गठन गरेको छ। यसै गरी प्रत्येक  बैँकले आफनो समुहलाई २±२±१ Ö ५ को कर्जा वितरण प्रकृया अनुसार ऋण प्रदान गर्ने गर्दछ भने ५ जनाको एक समुह र २ देखि ८ समुहको एउटा केन्द्रको स्थापना गरी कर्जा प्रवाह गर्ने नियम निर्माण गरेको छ  । साथै  यस बैँकले विशेष गरी ६ वटा समुहमा कजा प्रवाह गर्ने गर्दछ जसमा साधारण कर्जा, मौसमी कर्जा, हातनेल कर्जा, शौचालय कर्जा, संयुक्त  परियोजना कर्जा र समुह कोष गरी विभाजन गरिएको छ ।&lt;br /&gt;बैँकले समुहका महिलाहरुलाई विभिन्न  सीपमुलक ,आयमुलक ,आदी  कार्यहरुबाट आर्थिक  विपन्नता हटाउन एवं आत्मनिर्भर बनाउन  उनीहरुको नै समुहकोष बाट प्रदान गरेको  सो  आर्थिक  ऋणहरु असुली गर्न प्रत्येक गाँउमा एउटा केन्द निर्माण गरी शाखा कार्यलयबाट एकजना फिल्ड सहायक नियुक्त गरी फिल्डमा  पठाइन्छ । उक्त फिल्डमा आउनु अघि उनीहरुलाई कार्यक्रम सम्बन्धी,बैकिंग कार्य  र साधारण साक्षरता का निम्ति अनौपचारीक कक्षा समेत दिइन्छ । त्यसरी तालीम प्राप्त भएपछि  समुहमा  महिलाहरु जम्मा भई आफना समस्याहरु प्ोश गर्नका साथै  समयमा ऋण चुक्ता गर्ने गर्दछन् ।&lt;br /&gt;यसरी बैँक बाट ऋण लिएका महिलाहरुले कसैले पशुपालन  गर्ने , पसल खोल्ने , तरकारी खेती गर्ने ,आदिजस्ता आयमुलक ,सीपमुलक व्यवसाय गरी बजारमा विक्रि वितरण गरी आफनो जीवनस्तर बढाएका छन् ।&lt;br /&gt;यसरी बैँकले विभिन्न रुपले सेवा प्रदान गरेता पनि अझै पनि यो बैँक आफनो लक्ष्यमा पुग्न नसकेको कारण विभिन्न रहेका छन् जस्तो कतिपय माओवादी इलाकाहरुमा ऋण असुली गर्न मुश्किल पर्नु । बैँकहरु समयसमयमा लुटिनु आदि जस्ता कार्यले यो  कार्यक्रम विस्तारमा  समस्याहरु देखापरेको छ भने कतिपय ठाँउहरुमा महिलाहरुले आफना  बजार व्यस्थापन  उचीत नभएर उचीत   बजार नपाउनाले ,भौतीक पर्ुवाधारमा  कमी ,बैँकको विभिन्न सघंसस्थाहरु सँग्ा दोहोरो समन्वय तथा दोहोरो कर्जाका कारण र  समयमा ऋण असुलीमा नहुनाले, ऋणको भाखा  ज्यादै लामो समयसम्म नाघेको स्थिीतीमा ,देशको आर्थिक स्तर खस्केको अवस्थामा कम  पुँजीको समस्या भएको र पहाडी क्षेत्र र दर्ुगम क्ष्ेात्रमा  यो कार्यक्रम  पर्ुण्ारुपमा विस्तार हुन नसक्नाले पहाडी भेगका महिलाहरु तर्राईका महिलाहरु भन्दा बढि विपन्न वर्गमा परेको देखिएको छ  ।&lt;br /&gt; पहाडी इलाकाहरुमा कुनै एउटा स्थानमा केन्द स्थापना गरेता पनि यातायात र बाटोघाटोको अवस्थाका कारण यो कार्यक्रम फस्टाउन सकेको छैन ।त्यसै  पहाडि इलाकामा भन्दा आजसम्म विषेशत यी कार्यक्रमहरु तर्राईमा नै बढी प्रभावकारी देखिएको छ ।&lt;br /&gt;त्यसैले अब यो कार्यक्रमलाई पहाडी इलाकामा पुर्याउनका निम्ति जोड दिन सरोकारवालाहरु जागरुक हुनु आवश्यक देखिन्छ । अब त देशमा माओवादी समस्याको समाधानोन्मुख भएकाले शायद यो कार्यक्रम पहाडी र तराई इलाकामा अझै विस्तार हुन सक्ने सम्भावना रहला  कि 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सुन्यतामा भौतारिरहेछु&lt;br /&gt;केवल तिम्रो मायाको आशमा&lt;br /&gt;धेरै खोजेँ तिम्रो जीवनमा बहार ल्याउन&lt;br /&gt;तर,&lt;br /&gt;अब त आफै नै उजाड भएको छु।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-1823287481130871030?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/1823287481130871030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=1823287481130871030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/1823287481130871030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/1823287481130871030'/><link 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जीवन खोज्दा तिमीलाई पाउने आशामा&lt;br /&gt;आत्मीय साथहरु गुमाएँ&lt;br /&gt;प्यारा रातहरु गुमाएँ&lt;br /&gt;मिलनको मीठो क्षण पनि&lt;br /&gt;मेरो लागि तीतो साबित भयो&lt;br /&gt;तिमीसँग हाँस्न खोज्दा&lt;br /&gt;आँसु बाहेक केही पाइँन&lt;br /&gt;म&lt;br /&gt;पल-पल रोइरहेँ&lt;br /&gt;नितान्त&lt;br /&gt;एक्लो मेरो भागमा&lt;br /&gt;बेदना बाहेक केही परेन।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-3572986256979591665?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/3572986256979591665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=3572986256979591665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reecha Sharma Tiwari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stress is present in everybody's lives. As we grow older, however, the type of stressors changes dramatically. Relationship stresses, career and job stresses, school stresses, health and welfare stresses all seem to increase. Stress can cause severe health problems and, in extreme cases, can cause death if u can't develop technique to cope with it.&lt;br /&gt;we are day to day unknowingly coping with stress but still we might not know about the facts of the symptoms of the stress. What are the symptoms of stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Physical symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Physical symptoms can be caused by other illnesses, so it is important to have a medical doctor treat conditions such as ulcers, compressed disks, or other physical disorders. Remember, however, that the body and mind are not separate entities. The physical problems outlined below may result from or be exacerbated by stress:&lt;br /&gt;● sleep disturbances ● back, shoulder or neck pain ● tension or migraine headaches ● upset or acid stomach, cramps, heartburn, gas, irritable bowel syndrome ● constipation, diarrhea ● weight gain or loss, eating disorders ● hair loss ● muscle tension ● fatigue ● high blood pressure ● irregular heartbeat, palpitations ● asthma or shortness of breath ● chest pain ● sweaty palms or hands ● cold hands or feet ● skin problems (hives, eczema, psoriasis, tics, itching) ● periodontal disease, jaw pain ● reproductive problems ● immune system suppression: more colds, flu, infections ● growth inhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emotional symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Like physical signs, emotional symptoms such as anxiety or depression can mask conditions other than stress. It is important to find out whether they are stress-related or not. In either case, the following emotional symptoms are uncomfortable and can affect your performance at work or play, your physical health, or your relationships with others:&lt;br /&gt;● nervousness, anxiety ● depression, moodiness ● irritability, frustration ● memory problems ● lack of concentration ● trouble thinking clearly ● feeling out of control ● substance abuse ● phobias ● overreactions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Relational symptoms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The antisocial behavior displayed in stressful situations can cause the rapid deterioration of relationships with family, friends, co-workers, or even strangers. A person under stress may manifest signs such as:&lt;br /&gt;● increased arguments ● isolation from social activities ● conflict with co-workers or employers ● frequent job changes ● road rage ● domestic or workplace violence ● overreactions&lt;br /&gt;Severe stress reactions that persist for long periods of time and recur without warning after a traumatic event or even after an intense experience such as an accident, hospitalization, or loss, may become a post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) requiring professional assistance to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stress can also come from your own:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● irresponsible behavior ● poor health habits ● negative attitudes and feelings ● unrealistic expectations ● perfectionism&lt;br /&gt;Why should you learn to cope with stress? In the best of all possible worlds, when a stressful situation ends, hormonal signals switch off the stress response, and the body returns to normal. Unfortunately, stress doesn't always let up. If you tend to harbor anxiety, and you worry about daily events and relationships, your stress response never shuts down. Studies show that long-term activation of stress symptoms can have a hazardous, even lethal effect on your body. When the signs of stress persist, you are at risk for many health problems that people often do not realize are, in large part, attributable to stress, such as:&lt;br /&gt;● obesity ● heart disease ● cancer ● depression ● anorexia nervosa or malnutrition ● obsessive-compulsive or anxiety disorder ● substance abuse ● ulcers ● diabetes ● sexual abuse ● hyperthyroidism ● hair loss ● tooth and gum disease ● Feeling irritable ● Feeling frustrated at having to wait for something ● Feeling restless ● Unable to concentrate ● Becoming easily confused ● Having memory problems ● Thinking about negative things all the time ● Negative self-talk ● Having marked mood swings ● Eating too much ● Eating when you are not hungry ● Finding it difficult to concentrate ● Not having enough energy to get things done ● Feeling you can't cope ● Finding it hard to make decisions ● Having emotional outbursts ● Generally feeling upset ● Lack of sense of humor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-4329003334811922385?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/4329003334811922385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=4329003334811922385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/4329003334811922385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/4329003334811922385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-stress.html' title='What&apos;s Stress?'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293894307532027337.post-8038748176358128404</id><published>2007-01-19T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T02:44:35.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reecha Sharma Tiwari'/><title type='text'>तिम्रो प्रेम</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;सपनामा तिमीसँगको मिलनले&lt;br /&gt;भत्भती पोल्छ मेरो मुटुलाई&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;विपनामा तिमीसँगको बिछोडले&lt;br /&gt;दनदनी जलाईरहन्छ मेरो आत्मालाई&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कस्तो दोसाँधको जीवन भयो&lt;br /&gt;तिम्रो प्रेमले मर्नु न बाँच्नु गरायो ।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293894307532027337-8038748176358128404?l=sapanakosansar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/feeds/8038748176358128404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293894307532027337&amp;postID=8038748176358128404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/8038748176358128404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293894307532027337/posts/default/8038748176358128404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapanakosansar.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='तिम्रो प्रेम'/><author><name>sapanakosansar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065268049585923082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
