दशैँ – दक्षिणा, आशीर्वचन, अशुद्धि र अनर्थ

फेरि दशैँ आइसकेछ! मङ्गलबार त दशमी रे।

टीकाको दिन धेरै रमाइलो लाग्थ्यो। तर उहिलेका कुरा खुइले!  बालवयको जस्तो उल्लास र उमङ्ग अहिले कता हुनु ?

अब प्रसङ्ग टीका थाप्दा पाइने आशीर्वचनको।

उहिले एक जना गुरुङ्बाजेको हातको टीका थाप्न गइन्थ्यो। उनका छोरा शाही सेनामा थिए। राजा वीरेन्द्रका अङ्गरक्षक। बाबा उनलाइ साइँल्दाइ भन्नुहुन्थ्यो। घरका भित्तामा X आकार बनाएर जोरनाले बन्दुकका जोडा ठोकेको थियो। देख्दा डर लाग्थ्यो।

साइँल्दाइका बूढा बाको शरीर अजङ्गको थियो। तर मान्छे भने धेरै फुर्तिला। नाम पनि फुर्तीमान।

फुर्तीमानबाजे दुई हातले अक्षता बोकेर निधारभरि पूर्वपश्चिम टीका लाइदिन्थे।

“धेरै पढेस्! शास्त्री, आचार्य भएस्! सन्तानले डाँडाकाँडा ढाकून्। धनएेश्वर्यले भरिपूर्ण होओस्?” आठदश रौँ भएका लामा जुङ्गा हल्लाउँदै फुर्तीमानबाजे आशीर्वाद दिन्थे।

ठाडो भाषामा बुझिने आशीर्वाद पाउँदा अचम्म लाग्थ्यो।

शुक्रराज शास्त्री, बाबुराम आचार्यको नामथर सुनिसकेको थिएँ क्यार। अनि केटामान्छेको थर बिहे भएपछि पनि फेरिँदैन भन्ने पनि जानिसकेको हुनुपर्छ। तर फुर्तीमानबाजेको आशीर्वादले थर फेरिने हो कि भनेर हल्का चिन्ता पनि हुन्थ्यो। 
“‘शास्त्री आचार्य’ दुबै थर कसरी हुने? केटीको जस्तो थर फेरियो भने लाज हुन्न र?” तर सोध्ने आँट भए पो!

ऊ जमानामा पाइने रु २० देखि ५० दक्षिणाले भने सबै चिन्ताको क्षतिपूर्ति गरिदिन्थ्यो। प्रायः नाङ्गै नोट हात पर्थ्यो। खामबन्द दक्षिणा भए सकसक लागिहाल्थ्यो ।  नयाँ नोट नछामीकन नगनीकन सन्तोष हुन्नथ्यो। अनि “ट्वाइलेट् जिन्दावाद” !

अँ …दशैँमा टीका लाइदिँदा दिइने आशीर्वचनमा “आयुः द्रोणसुते…” र “लक्ष्मीस्ते पङ्कजाक्षी निवसतु भवने…” धेरै चलेका छन्।

कतिपय ठूलाबडाले कनीकनी फलाकेको संस्कृतका अशुद्ध श्लोक “अर्थ न बर्थ गोविन्द गाई” हुन्छन् । तर कहिले त अति अनर्थकारी । आशीर्वाद हैन, श्रापसरह नै।

“शत्रुक्षयं राघवे”को साटो “शत्रु भवेत्* दानवे” रे! “रामको जस्तो शत्रुनाश गर्ने हुनू” भन्नुको साटो दानवको उल्लेख हुँदा के होला?
“विज्ञानं विदुरे”को साटो “भैजाने * बिधुरे” भनिँदा के हुन्छ? विदुरको जस्तो ज्ञान होओस् भन्नुको साटो विधुर (राँडो) भैजानू ?

*मान्छेपिच्छे फरक शब्दले अतिक्रमण गरेको हुनसक्छ।


कि शुद्ध उच्चारण गर्नू कि नेपालीमै आशीर्वाद दिनू! किन बिरालो बाँधेर सराद्धे गरेजस्तो गर्नू?
गुरुङ्बाजेले दिएजस्तो सोझै बुझिने भाषामा दिए भैहाल्छ।

 

यहाँ

लक्ष्मीस्ते पङ्कजाक्षी निवसतु भवने भारती कण्ठदेशे।
वर्धन्तां बन्धुवर्गास्सकलरिपुगणाः यान्तु पातालमूलम्।।
देशे देशे च कीर्तिः प्रसरतु भवतां कुन्दपुष्पेन्दुशुभ्रा (दिव्यकुन्देन्दुशुभ्रा) ।
जीव त्वं पुत्रपौत्रैस्सकलसुखयुतैर्हायनानां शतैश्च।।

को समछन्दी भावानुवाद गरेको छु।

 

लक्ष्मी तिम्रो घरैमा धनसहित बसून्, कण्ठमा ज्ञानदात्री।
फैलून् ती बन्धु सारा, सकल रिपु उता भासियून् मध्यनर्कै।।
होओस् देशान्तरै कीर्ति जगमग गरी चन्द्रको, फूलको झैँ।
भोग्नू सन्तानसाथै सकल सुख सधैँ, आयु होओस् शताब्दी।।

 

तपाईँहरूलाइ अर्थ बुझ्न काम लाग्ला कि?

उता ट्विटर्‌मा अनुवाद गर्दै, हाल्दै गरेको थिएँ। अनि यता केही भूमिकासहित भण्डार भरेको ।

जाँगर चल्यो भने “आयु..” पनि भोलिपर्सितिर अनुवाद गरौँला। नत्र यो दशैँलाइ यत्ति ल।

तपाईँको दशैँ “खत्रा” रमाइलो होस्। :)

धन्यवाद।


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i promised my eyes a life

                           (National Poetry Writing Month Day 13)

i gazed at my eyes
i forced myself to see
what they were up to
i tried to listen to them

browbeaten by bothersome brain
and
well-worn for want of repose
they remained silent for a while
and
looked back at me innocently

with an innate brightness
they naively
spilled
curiosity and will to see more

that is to say
they protested
what i was up to
ignorant of what they actually did

then i promised them a life

all have to die some time or other
be that as it may
i shall live
i shall live at least for my innocent eyes

i’ve  promised my eyes my life
i’ll live

(NaPoWriMo Post#13)

¤BlackBerry Poem¤

caterpillar to butterfly

making friends with a caterpillar
i’m waiting
it to become butterfly
and fly away with more colour

you are free to call me mad
but
what i want shall happen one day
if i don’t die

(NaPoWriMo Post#9)

¤BlackBerry Poem¤

lows and a high

i tasted
two new flavours
one for you
the other for me

the breeze
that blew
to cool the heated evening
is the witness

though sweet and soothing
the treat
started tasting bitter
at the crossroad
where you left me high and dry
once upon a time

instantly
gripped by an anxiety bout afresh
then
i started measuring the path
towards an unknown safe haven
hurriedly
drenched in sweat
and drained of all energy

only to get over the low
i decided to taste
something that i’d never taste
as a gatecrasher

something is crawling
under my skin
i’m numb and irresolute too
but what i want to happen is
a magic – a black magic in fact
with a sweet aftermath

not to choke anymore
i’m readying myself
to stop breathing
but still living

this bloody air is contaminated
with
all dark and pungent smoke

can my olfaction
smell it sweet some day?

(NaPoWriMo Post#8)

¤BlackBerry Poem¤

not living in the present

BUBBLES AND RIPPLES

BUBBLES AND RIPPLES

when nebulous memories of the past lives
start gripping you
when you get to
foresee sporadic events of future
and they turn out to be true
you forget that
you have to live today too

in this jumble
of reality and clairvoyance nonesuch
you fear of being mocked as a mental
and
distance yourself from the others

you struggle with the self to be normal

then
you get to comprehend
the esoteric relation
between coincidence and fate
and
impermanence of mundane existence

you feel
it’s like water bubbles and ripples
forming in a muddy road
contaminated with spilled lubricating oil
and disappearing instantly
during a drizzle

your reflection on the bubbles
breaks loose and
gets swept away along with the ripples
only to form again
and repeat the cycle

though you complain of unfairness
you know that
what you feel or say goes in vain
because that’s the second fiddle’s fate

———–
dude, what you know to do is
either dreaming or complaining only

———–

i wish i could go back to the past
and
stop you from meeting me
that no moon night
to prevent the present miseries
that the filthy mouse inflicted on us
oh, blue butterfly!
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

———-

i will fuck this fix one day
and rescue you
on the fifth phase of waxing moon

but when?

let me dream again

please don’t wake me up
for the time being
i am sleeping…

¤BlackBerry Poem¤

screwed up

my
CHI
broke down
and
translated
into
Chaos-Hiatus-Irritation

can
funeral pyre
perk up
the corpse
and
retrieve
the life energy
after
i
perish?

(maybe
it’s
stupid question
to ask
for what it’s worth)

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vestal shudder and esoteric message

the mountains
— black and white, bare and half-clad —
reminded me of you
once again
notwithstanding whether they were virgin or climbed
and,
forced me to cut over
the pseudo-conversations
in which
you had been cutting in
(or, say, I was used to
fantasising)
all the time
for an age

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the strong wind
that
bore the “fiery” breath of snow
imparted a shudder on my heart
with
a vestal and virtuous feeling —
pain coupled with joy
vestiges of odium, if any, translated into love
frigidity nonexistent
affection multiplied
and,
a strong intuition that
my days are numbered
overwhelmed me
on the other hand

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then and there
at the end of the universe
with no delay
i left a message for you
in a language
that you don’t understand
now
(regardless of the possibility
that
you could remain ignorant about it
forever)

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i won’t be here
to see you
savvying me
if that ever happens
or
hating me anew
for reasons galore
— good or bad —
that you would gather

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i know, i know
you won’t miss me in any way
or
even bother to pray — not even in a pity —
for the peace of my soul
that
you probably think is troubled,
if not cursed

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you can hate me
(please hate me to the core)
if that makes you feel happy
i won’t complain
now or then
alive or dead

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fly high in the sky
i’ll never try to catch you
you are a free bird

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(hope your flight will land
there
some day
to decipher the mantra esoteric
that i’ve taken up
and left for you as the message
the alchemist way)

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fate is set

    count me in your hard time
    i’d try to be there
    by your side

    time is tide
    light is bright
    life is brief
    death is truth
    maybe
    date is late
    but
    fate is set
    i promise to remain away
    if
    you feel
    you could be happy sans my presence

    no more game
    words are same
    present or past
    the die is cast!

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Rainbow Holi, B&W Life

When you play Holi
with colours bright
I dance
under the rainbow of (my) plight
In this life
that is but monochromatic
and trite

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PS: I got inspired by my friend Amit Sharma’s Facebook status and borrowed the “B&W life” theme to add here.