Atheist's World

एका बिहानैको मिर्मिरेमा व्हिस्कीको चुस्की लिंदै विलिन हुन लागेको चन्द्रमा टटोल्दै निन्द्रादेवीको पर्खाईमा बसीरहेको छु| रातभरिको अनिदो शरीर थकित छ| आँखाहरु लोलाईसकेका छन् तैपनि निन्द्रा भने लागेको छैन| मनमा अनेकौं कुराहरु खेलिरहेका छन्| निन्द्राको अभावले हो कि व्हिस्की को नशाले हो, ठम्याउने प्रयत्न गरिन मैले| मैले त्यसदिन पक्कै पनि आफुले आफुलाई नंग्याउने अठोट गरेको हुनुपर्छ| गाँजा र चरेश को धुँवामा रुमल्लिएको ति दिनहरुको स्मरणले मस्तिस्क ताजा भयो| क्याम्पसको कक्षाहरु छोडेर माथि बुढासुब्बा डाँडामा राँगाको सुकुटीको साथमा छ्याँग र निगार पिएको झझल्को आयो मनमा| क्याम्पस जाने निउमा होस्टेलबाट एउटा कापी च्यापेर हिड्थे म, तर मेरो दिन बित्थ्यो छाता चोकको पूल हाउसमा| घर बाट ट्युसन पढ्न मागेको पैसा (भविस्यमा डाक्टर, इन्जिनियर बन्न I.Sc. पढदै गरेको छोरोले मागेको, बाऊले नपठाउन पनि कसरी) गिल म्यारी र चुरोटमा सकिन्थ्यो| कोरेक्स र प्रोक्सिबोनको खर्च चाहिँ बेला-बेलामा किताब किन्ने बहानामा पुरा गरिन्थ्यो| यसैबीच एकदिन घर गएको, आमालाई देखिन| बाऊले घरबाट निकाली सकेछन्| भाई-बहिनीहरुले रुँदै सुनाए| दु:ख लाग

I slipped on the edge and fell off the cliff. My sorroundings zoomed and passed by me in flashes as I rolled over tumbling to the chasm below. I struggled, swinging my arms and legs desperately hoping against hope that I would strike something that would stop me. I took bumps on my knees and my head occassionally bounced off the rocks. I tried to grasp the rock with my bare hands but was no match against the mighty pull of the gravity sucking me to its pit. As I approached the end of the chasm, I realized there were a lot of things yet to be done and the worst would be to give up trying. Twigs and branches snapped off as I tried to hold on to them and I rolled on continuing to fall. There was a sudden pain on my left wrist and a searing pain rushed through my body in a flash. Everything was numb then. There was no pain, I wasn't feeling anything. Instinctively I stretched my right hand and grabbed the branch with both hands as I clung to it with my dear life. I tried to lift my hea

Beating the chilly Delhi night with a blower and a laptop resting on my thighs, drinking Scapa with Buff Sukuti, Pork Luncheon Meat, accompanied by a wonderful company. Who could have imagined that a laptop could be so handy. It was very flattering to have her watch while I was cooking. It was indeed very gratifying to sense her joy and have her appreciate the spicy tea with black pepper. We sat listening to playlist comprising of the favourite numbers from Scorpions, G n R, John Lennon, Garth Brooks, Kenny Rogers, Dire Straits, Led Zeppelin, Bob Dylan, Phil Collins, etc. I didn't know "Another Day in Paradise" had a soul version. That was weird in a nice way. Lounging on her cane chair with the blower desperately trying to keep us warm, had me thinking, "Could the night get any better?" I doubted, but yes, falling asleep to the tunes of Kenny G was definitely the icing on the cake. The best time I've ever had in Delhi. Its right up there among the best time