आखिर तैले किन लेख्छस ?

क्याम्पस पढ्दा साथीले आखिर तैले किन लेख्छस भनेर सोधेको प्रश्नको उत्तर अहिले सम्म भेटेको छैन । पाँच बर्ष अघि मैले किन लेख्छु भनेर गम्ने जमर्को गरेको थिएँ । आज फेरी उही बिषय बस्तुमा फरक समय, स्थान र फरक प्रसंगमा लेख्ने मेसो मिलेको छ। म समय र परिस्थिति बदलिंदा सोचाई र भोगाई पनि संगसंगै बदलिन्छन भन्ने मान्छे !


लेखक, ऊ आफ्नो एउटा ब्यक्तिगत सोच अनि भोगाईको परिधि भित्र रमिरहेको हुन्छ । एउटा व्यक्तिगत सिमाना, आफ्नो परिधि, नितान्त आफ्नो । जुनबेला ऊ नितान्त आफु आफ्नो होस् । ऊ आफूसँग बोलोस् । ऊ आफुलाइ सुनोस । अनि आफु छु भन्ने भोगाइको एकोहोरो मजा लुटोस । कोरिएका शब्द अनी तिनमा कुँद्न खोजीएका भोगाई बीचमा यो ब्यक्तिगत परिधिको बिशेस महत्व हुन्छ । शब्द कोर्न फुर्सद जरुरि छ, लगाव जरुरि छ अनी शब्द कुँद्न सोच जरुरि छ !

जमाना कहाँ बाट कहाँ पुग्यो । दशैंमा बा को हातको टिको मान्छेले स्काइप,भाईबर र फेसबुकमाँ लगाए भनेर सुनियो । गूगल ह्यंगआउटमा छिमेकी अस्ट्रेलियन दाईका परिवार र अमेरिका बस्ने भतीजले मिलेर नेपालमा ठुल्दाईलाई भट्याउन लगाएर क्यानडाका फुपुको छोराले इसेवाबाट दक्षिणा अर्पण गरे अरे । जहाँ परिधि, परिस्थितको बोध थियो त्यहाँ कुनै एक रमझम साँझ मनाईयो । जहाँ बोध थिएन त्यहाँ यो ढोंग भनियो । प्रविधिले यो संसारलाई सेकेन्ड-सेकेन्ड जोडिन सक्ने बनायो । संसारको जुनै कुनाको बार्दलीमा बसेर लेखे नी हरेक कुनामा पढ्न मिल्ने भयो ! संचारका साधन अनेक आए । प्रविधिले बोल्ने, लेख्ने बाटा अनेक बने । प्रकाशनका अनेक माध्यम बने । 

अनी सृजनाको नाममा धेरै अक्षर केरकार गरिए । नेपाली नलेख्ने नेपालीहरुले नेपाली लेख्न थाले ! यहाँ लेख त केरिए तर पाठक भेटिएनन् । बाटा अनेक बने तर बटुवा हराए । लेखक बेफ़ुर्सद बनिदिए । पाठक बेफ़ुर्सद बनिदिए । जुन प्रविधिले संचार सजिलो बनायो त्यहि प्रविधिले मान्छेको फुर्सद बाँडिदियो । छीन का छीन लेखेको लेखै, सुनकै सुनै, बोलको बोलै अनि खोजेको खोजै गर्ने प्रबिधिको जंजाल माँ फसेर मान्छे यहाँ न शब्दका पारखी रहे, न धुन का । न रंगका शोखिन आय न ढोंग का । न फुर्सदका।  न गफका, न चौतारिका । न बाघचाल खेले मान्छेले न गुलेली । न हाम्रा गीतमा पीडा छन्, न खुसि !  हाम्रा फिलिममा न कथा छन्, न व्यथा, न समाज न संस्कार ! हाम्रा कलामा न इतिहास छन् न भबिष्य ! हाम्रा पत्रिकामा न पत्रकारिता छन् न यथार्तता ! देश मा न भेष छ, न देशवासी को परिभाषा ! राजनीतिमा न सोच छन् न सपना ! यहाँका मनशामा न सुर छन् न ताल ! सर्जकहरुले कसका लागि सृजना गरुन ? लेख्नेहरुले के का लागि लेखुन ? पढ्नेलाई बुझ्ने फुर्सद रहेन । लेख्नेलाई कुँद्ने फुर्सद रहेन । फुस्रा लेखाई अनी खोस्टा बुझाईले समाज कता जाओस ! अनि सृजना पैसा भयो । पैसा सृजना बन्न सकेन। समय रुपियाँ भयो रुपियाँ फुर्सद बन्न सकेन ।

लेख्नका लागि लेख्नु, आफ्ना लागि लेख्नु, समयका लागि लेख्नु  र पाठकका लागी लेख्नु बिचका भोगाईहरु मैले एक एक गरि भोग्ने मौका पाएको छु । धेरै पछि मैले आज एक पाठक भेटेको छु । जसले मेरो सृजना बुझ्ने चासो राखेको छ । जसले मेरा शब्दहरुको अर्थ खोजेको छ । जसले कोसिस गरेको छ २-४ प्रश्न सोध्न । अनि जसले मेरो भोगाई भोग्ने सोच बाँडेको  छ । दुरिमा कहाँ छ, कता छ तर ऊ यो समयमा साथमा छ । मेरा लेखमा छ । मैले त्यो पाठक को लागि लेख्दै छु । जसलाई मैले एक कप चिया र गफ दिन सकिन उसलाई मेरा सृजना दिने जमर्को गरेको छु । 

चिठी

सन् १९९६ को मे महिना, छिमेकी कृष्ण दाइले कतार बाट पठाएको चिठी मेरो हातमा थमाइयो । मैले आवेग बिहिन समाचार वाचिकाले झैँ खरर पढेर भाउजु र उहाँकी ३ बर्षे छोरीलाई सुनाइदिनु पर्ने । म भर्खर अक्षर चिनेर पढ्न सकने भएको मान्छे । हलहल केहि मेसो लाउन अनि अर्थ्याउन सक्ने । तर त्यो चिठीको भोगाई मेरो भोगाईको परिधि भन्दा बाहिरको कुरो । र त्यो समयको मेरो कर्म एक-अक्षर फरक नपारि पढेर सुनाउनु थियो जुन मेरो स्कूल बाहिर मैले भोगेको जिन्दगीको पहिलो परिक्षा जस्तो मानेथें मैले ।

चिठी पढ्दै गर्दा अनि पढेर सकिन लाग्दाको बीचमा प्रविना की आमाका आँखा रसाएर नारायणीमा भदौको भेल आए जस्तो बरर आँशु खसेको देखेर म हल्का भाबुक भएको मलाई हिजो हो जस्तो लाग्छ । तर त्यो भेलमा आँशु थियो आबाज थिएन ! त्यो मौनता मा शान्ती थियो तर छटपटी थिएन । छोरीलाई चपक्क आँला हालेर म तीर हेर्दा भाउजूका ती आँखा रसीला थिए तर त्यहाँ पीडा थिएन । त्यो अनुहार न्याउरो देखिन्थ्यो तर त्यहाँ हतास थिएन । ती ओठ आधी खुलेका थिए मानौ एक बर्ष सम्म नफेरेर रोकेको शास मन्द पवन झैँ , हिउँ परेझैं गतिमा फुसफुस बाहिर उडाई रहिएको होस् । त्यो दृश्य बढो सरल थियो । त्यो दृश्यमा मैले बिश्वास भेटेको थिएँ । मैले प्रेम भेटेको थिएँ । मैले आशा देखेको थिएँ अनि खुसी देखेको थिएँ । त्यो दृश्यमा दोधार थिएन । छोरी को कपाल मुसार्दै भाउजुले उसका गाला दुईटा हातले हल्का बाहिर बिस्तारै तानेर छाड्दा पुक् गरेर आएको आवाज ले म र प्रवीना गलल हाँसेका थिएम् । र त्यो चिठिको, त्यो कागज़ र ती शब्द र लडबडीएका अक्षरहरुको त्यहाँ केहि माने रहेन । भाउजु छोरी बोकेर आफ्नो घर छिरिंन । मैले खासै केहि सोचेर साँचेको हैन तर मनमा एउटा सानो प्रश्न रह्यो - यो चिठी पढेर त सुनाए तर मैले कती बुझें, के बुझिन ? र तखतामा कुनै एउटा मेरो पुस्तकमा छुस्स छिराइदिएँ ।

त्यसको २ वर्ष जति पछि स्कूलबाट घर फर्किने बेला एउटी सहपाठीले हातमा चिठी थमाईदिई । त्यो मैले पढेर सुनाउनु नपर्ने पहिलो चिठी थियो । मेरो नाममा सम्बोधित प्रेम पत्र । चिठी पढ्ने तर नबुझ्ने काममा अनुभबि मान्छे मैले त्यो पत्रको समर्पण त्यतिखेर बुझिन ! आझ याद मात्र छन् , समय आफ्नो रहेन !

क्याम्पस भर्ना भएको दोश्रो बर्ष। अंग्रेजी पडाउने सरले यसरी भाषा भनेको के हो भनेर छर्लंग बनाइदिए की बल्ल नेपाली भाषा राम्रो सँग बुझ्न र लेख्न सिकियो । शब्द र अर्थमा समय मिसाऊन सिकियो ! बिगतमा खाली रटियो , अनि कैले कालो र निलो मसिले कापीमा केरकार मात्र गरियो । 

मैले लेखेको रैन रे छु । मैले पढेको रैछु तर बुझेको रैन रै छु ! र मैले सम्झिन थाले । अनि बुझ्न थाले चिठिहरु । चिठी भित्रका परिधिहरु, परिस्थिहरु अनी दुरीहरु । चिठी भित्रका आत्मियता र प्रेमहरु । चिठी भित्रका बिश्वास, आशा र सपनाहरु । जानी जानी नादेखाईएका दर्दहरु । नजानी-नजानी केरिएका वासनाहरु । सोचहरु । आशिर्बादहरु । अनि सम्झनाहरु । बाचाहरु । अनुभब र भोगाइहरु । पशुपति नाथ का प्रार्थनाहरु ।

समय न हो चिठिको ठाउँमा एस.एम.एस र इमेल आउन थाले । एस.एम.एस र ईमेलमा संदेश थिए तर भोगाई थिएनन् । खबर थिए तर अनुभब थिएनन । चाह थिए तर समर्पण थिएनन् । यो संचारले दुरी कम भएको हो की बढेको हो बुझ्न सारो थियो । सायद बर्षा त्यसैले बर्षमा एक मौसममा हुने होला । जाड़ो सायद त्यसैले बर्षमा एक मौसममा हुने होला । 

अनी सायद समयले भर्ने होला सृजनामा भोगाइ । सायद त्यो पर्खाइले दिने होला शब्द को वजन । सायद त्यो बिश्वासले भर्ने होला शब्द भित्र भावना । नत्र प्यारी राधिका भनेर मैले सुनाइदिंदा भाउजुका आखाँ किन त्यसरी रसाउथे होला र ?

Know Where To Mark a Cross (x)

The value of work done vs. value of the knowledge behind it. 

Nikola Tesla once visited Henry Ford at his factory, which was having some kind of difficulty. Ford asked Tesla if he could help identify the problem area. Tesla walked up to a wall of boilerplate and made a small X in chalk on one of the plates. Ford was thrilled, and told him to send an invoice.

The bill arrived, for $10,000. Ford asked for a breakdown. Tesla sent another invoice, indicating a $1 charge for marking the wall with an X, and $9,999 for knowing where to put it.

It takes a lot of time and experience to know the ideas that should be executed (and how), and if you can be rewarded for that, then all the better. Knowing which ideas to execute, when is the key. Knowledge isn't power, acting on that knowledge is. Similarly, ideas are worthless without execution. Action speaks louder always.

If someone is tempted to hire a freelancer at $5 for 6+ months (1000 hours), why not just pay someone more capable $5,000 to get it done in a month (160 hours) ?

The value of knowledge vs work equation is incomplete without consideration of the time. The time estimates works only when we know the values we are after.

Legends:
$5 = Worth of a Coffee cup. 
$5000 = Worth of a vacation to the Annapurna.

Do you believe in life after delivery ?

In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.” “Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”

The second said, “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now.”

The first replied, “That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.”

The second insisted, “Well I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this physical cord anymore.”

The first replied, “Nonsense. And moreover if there is life, then why has no one has ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”

“Well, I don’t know,” said the second, “but certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us.”

The first replied, “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?”

The second said, “She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her this world would not and could not exist.”

Said the first: “Well I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.”

To which the second replied, “Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you focus and you really listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can hear Her loving voice, calling down from above.”

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The nature of disruption

An idea is an experience. The experiences and their sum is what makes a life worth reverberating the universe. The great ideas of the world are thousands or God knows even millions of years old. Ideas are same. They haven’t changed much. Ideas aren't created. Ideas aren't invented. Ideas aren't good. Ideas aren't bad either. Neither they disrupt. They are discovered, they are experienced and they are the reasons. Not the results.

Go take a task and imagine what a world would look like in coming 20 years. Not much has changed in past 20 years except for the conversations. The rate of physical development isn't that incredible. But imagination of people, it has already reached the edge of the world and seen the beginning and the end of time.

That clues that this world is lead by a thought, is a thought, well thought. An idea. An imagination. A few hundreds characters or can be just a single word. A color speaks an idea. A small noise has a meaning. Even a semicolon gives someone a reason. That thought is like a small light of candle coming from a old house at high villages of Tumlingtar. That light that you can see from tens of kilometers away. That light that drags you towards it. That guides. That keeps you moving up the road, towards itself.

Each idea and in turn each life behind is a meaning. Living to change the world is one way to live. Living to understand the world is another. Living to eat good healthy food, another. Living to have fun another. Living to die is called depression, there are labels and as such as others there are professions. These experiences are the generators of those ideas, cumulatively inspiring and leading the world towards innovation.

Start by solving problems or start by creating a problem, it’s a choice to make. The problem is an idea. The solution is also an idea. There are goals, ideas as well. The more in sync the choices at the beginning are to the goals set, the better and the successful the journey becomes.

The sync comes from thoughts. Thoughts run. Thoughts float.
Shut down your noise producing device. Activate your input devices.
Keep calm. Look at the sky. Listen to the nature and let the thoughts settle.
Let the ideas flow. Let them first gain the speed of the universe.

There are the discoveries.

Do what makes you happy ?

I have a challenge I would love your perspective on. In the area of financial flow, I've come to believe I somehow have a block that is impeding it. I have read insane amount of books on the subject and through a lot of introspection, believe this may be the case. HOWEVER...when I see someone who has been successful in this area such as yourself, I wonder, did you always feel financially abundant, or worthy of it or somehow knew that it would all fall into place? Can you offer any thoughts on getting oneself to a place where you believe it is possible for yourself as you ARE creating something worthy and beautiful? Continued blessings, Leila

Here’s what Siver would say on this question.

It's really hard for me to know what was just dumb luck and what was great strategy.
For example, I'm tempted to give this bit of advice:

Think small. Don't think about getting rich. Just think what you can do for someone right now that they'll be happy to pay you for. Then when you've found it, think of how to do it for as many people as possible.

... but is that actually good advice? Or do I just think that's the strategy that made me rich, when actually it's something else entirely, and I somehow got successful despite my stupid approach?

That said, here's something that I know is quite solid:

The biggest change in my attitude towards money came from my girlfriend's hippie parents. She grew up on a commune in Vermont. No TV, no nothing. Her parents just did random odd jobs - like photography and sewing - but kept their cost of living so low that it was enough to sustain them to this day. Then they put their daughter through fancy ivy-league universities on scholarships and such.

By lowering your cost of living so low that you can do just a few hours of work per month to pay your expenses, then it frees you up to turn your attention to doing things that make you happy, or perhaps building things that will make you much more money in the long run. Things that most people don't have the time to do because they're too busy on the rat-race, doing some job they hate, because they need to support their expensive cost of living.

Point being: once you realize how cheaply you can live, you get a real secure feeling of financial abundance.

Then keep improving your hustle, and doing whatever it takes to make money doing what you love, and the security/abundance mixes with fun, for a damn good combination.

Src:HN

What makes a community ?

If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange apples then you and I will still each have one apple. But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we exchange these ideas, then each of us will have two ideas.

— GEORGE BERNARD SHAW