Tuesday, December 3, 2024

Echoes of Existence in Momila’s ‘Prashnaharu ta Baqi nai Rahanchhan…’





A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
Why should I fear? What have I lost by death?

The popular poet, Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi, in these lines captures the philosophical and spiritual view that the death is not a loss or end, but a necessary step in the soul’s journey of evolution and enlightenment. In other words, the life is beautiful because of the existence of death. As a student of literature and avid reader, I find ‘Rumi’ in the anthology of lyrical essays, Prashnaharu ta Baqi nai Rahanchhan… written by Nepali poet and essayist, Momila. She has already published half-a dozen of anthologies of poetry however in essay writing, this is her second effort. Like the first one, Ishworko Adalatma Outsiderko Bayan (An Outsider in the Court of God), she leads an existential movement against her own-self.

Momila’s literary journey continues with her distinctive first-person writing technique, which captivates readers by expressing her innermost thoughts and emotions so vividly that one forgets they are merely reading a book. In her latest anthology, divided into “Astitwo Uthsav” and “Sambedanharu,” she beautifully incorporates 23 lyrical essays. Through these sections, with 14 essays in the first and 9 in the second, she establishes a speaker ‘I’ that is not only cognizant and extroverted in literary expression but also intellectual and authentically true to herself.

The anthology opens with “Merai Chhayako Bidroha ra Aswikrit Grahan,” where Momila delves into why her own shadow seems to rebel against her. Through the use of symbols and imagery, a hallmark of her essays, she uses the ‘shadow’ to represent life’s challenges. Momila articulates a philosophy where the pain of life is what makes it precious and meaningful, aspiring to “compose a harmonious melody of compassion” by confronting sorrow rather than evading it. Known for her poetic expertise, her essays abound with imagery, metaphors, and semiotics. In “Sambhavit Putaliko Vartaman,” for instance, she casts herself as a female protagonist filled with optimism for her future despite current adversities, embodying the transformation from a caterpillar with the keenness of becoming a butterfly soon.

Dominated by the sense of existentialism, conversing with Laxmi Prasad Devkota in an evening she asks what attracts him so that he is consuming slow poison, a cigarette. She advocates this world is beautiful, colorful even though problems exist, sufferings exist. Emphasizing resilience and tenacity, she admires “a flower that blooms midst of thorns,” celebrating the beauty of those who confront challenges to affirm their existence.

In the search of existence, the writer cherishes the misapprehension death of her own. In her essay “Mrityu Saundarya”, she explains that long ago she migrated to the town in order to fulfil her dreams. However, the shattered dreams are making her life ugly. Even at this stage, she has no any objection with the turmoil she faced in her life because without them, she has no existence at all. Instead of wandering into the materialistic world being unsatisfied, she accepts the ultimate reality of life – the death. With this realization and acceptance of death, she feels elated and claims that death exists so the colorful life exists. To her, “death takes away not a body but only the consciousness”. She insists lack of sense or consciousness is what makes a person feels no pain of death, thus, death is beautiful. Reflecting on an earthquake and its aftermath, she critiques leaders’ failures but still finds beauty in life’s chaos, much like a beautiful sunset. This is where she connects with Socrates’ ideas. Socrates views death as the emancipation of the soul, and as such, it should be approached with calm, as long as we know we have lived our lives to the fullest. The Socratic viewpoint on death is a lovely way of approaching the end of our lives, and it serves not only to alleviate our dread of death, but also to motivate us to spend our lives as virtuous, just and moral beings.

The author embraces a life full of contrasts, from joy to sorrow and light to darkness, seeing value in the full spectrum of human experience. She believes that life’s meaning comes from navigating its highs and lows, embodying a philosophy where struggle is not just inevitable but valuable, shaping our identity. Rejecting the pursuit of perfection, she finds beauty in being “zero,” a state where all is encompassed and nothing is excluded. Her viewpoint resonates with the Wabi-Sabi philosophy, which celebrates the beauty in imperfection and the natural cycle of growth and decay. This perspective invites readers to appreciate the imperfect and transient nature of life, finding joy and beauty in the imperfections that define our existence.

In this anthology, the author powerfully portrays her character ‘I’ as a courageous and admirable hero. She vividly describes the harsh truth of a society that diminishes women under various situations calling different names. Behind the tears of Nepali women lie the painful stories of being undervalued. She observes how society idolizes traditions yet paradoxically feels threatened by educated women. Highlighting the societal norms where women are seen as objects to satisfy desires but not honored for their intellect, she voices her deep dissatisfaction with this discriminatory treatment. To challenge the mainstream social group, she is going “to be a warrior of undeclared war”, the war against the dogmatic beliefs of the rooted patriarchy.

The author embraces her identity as a woman, challenging traditional and oppressive beliefs with optimism. She believes that “Being hopeful is halfway to life, being sad is halfway to death,” suggesting that hope plays a crucial role in overcoming adversities. She draws parallels between her experiences and those of iconic figures such as ‘Majnu’, ‘Sita’, and ‘Muna’, whose stories of struggle are captivating because they fought against their fates. In her essay, “Priya Patraharu Astitwo Uthsavma”, she celebrates strong feminist icons like “Nora” from Henrik Ibsen’s ‘A Doll’s House’, “Anuradha” from Bijay Malla’s novel of same name, and the ‘unnamed outsider’ from her own first collection of essays, “An Outsider in the Court of God”. Through these references, she exposes how our patriarchal system visualizes daughters as ‘outsiders’ and presents them as if they are ‘culprits’.

The essays carry the vast philosophies of life and death. The crisis of humanity, the growing desire for materialistic things, patriotism and nationalism, search of one’s true self etc. are the common issues advocated in essays in poetic style. The writer reflects on patriotism and nationalism, alongside the complexities of political shifts and dominations within the nation. As an eyewitness to many deaths and several political movements, she expresses her political conscience in the line, “One can kill a person but not his/her thoughts.”

Even though skillfully crafted lines with deep philosophical ideas, the essays might not be easily accessible to the everyday reader. The frequent use of English terminologies gives the impression that the author adopts a contemporary mode of inter-linguistic exchange of words. Moreover, this collection of essays demands readers who are not only intellectually sound but also have a robust understanding of language, literature, and philosophy. With their lyrical tone, heavy use of metaphors, semiotics, and profound imagination, the essays resemble philosophical poems in free verse. However, for readers who appreciate life’s imperfections, this anthology unfolds as ‘a surprise of mystery,’ leaving them with lasting questions long after they’ve turned the last page.

To sum up, the anthology Prashnaharu ta Baqi nai Rahanchhan… by Momila is a thorough investigation of life, death, and existence that is skillfully interwoven with themes of philosophical and introspective contemplation. In addition to exploring the depths of human experience and encapsulating the essence of struggle, resiliency, and the beauty found in imperfection in her pieces, Momila also takes aim at patriarchal frameworks and society conventions that often stifle the soul. Momila’s work invites us into a place where fear of death fades and is replaced with an appreciation for the cyclical nature of life and the transformative power of embracing one’s true self in the face of adversity. Her literary journey redefines the meaning of life and the craft of storytelling, leaving a lasting impression on the reader. It is characterized by an unwavering hope and a celebration of the imperfect but beautiful fabric of life.

Prashnaharu ta Baqi nai Rahanchhan… | (An Anthology of Lyrical Essays)
Author: Momila
Publisher: PageTurner Pvt. Ltd, Baghbazar
Cover Design: Times Creation
Pages: 153
Price: Rs. 450 / $15

Credits:
Originally published on: Sahityapost
Published Date: March 25, 2024  (2:06 PM)


Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Deepawali
















In the twilight glow, the lamps arise, 
Deepawali whispers under starlit skies, 
Colors dance, a vibrant sight, 
Hearts unite with joy and light. 

Deusi-bhailo, in rhythm we sing, 
Celebration flows as the festive bells ring, 
Footsteps echo on cobblestone streets, 
Neighbors gather, where laughter meets. 

With sweets and treats, we share our fare, 
Bright rangoli painted with love and care, 
Parents smile, children gleam, 
In every moment, we weave a dream. 

Candles flicker, illuminating hope, 
In the warmth of love, we learn to cope, 
Glowing diyas chase shadows away, 
In unity, we find our way. 

Music soars, our voices rise, 
Underneath the moonlit skies, 
Deusi-bhailo, a joyful refrain, 
Binding our hearts, easing the pain. 

As dawn approaches, the night will fade, 
Memories linger, the bonds we've made, 
Through Deepawali, our spirits soar, 
In light, we find peace, forevermore.


Sunday, October 20, 2024

In the Land of Broken Dreams


In our hills where whispers roam,
The sun shines bright but feels like stone,
The bustling streets, once full of cheer,
Now echo sighs that none can hear.

The hustlers toil, day and night,  
Their backs are bent, they fight the fight,  
With sweat on brows and hope in eyes,  
While leaders scheme in lavish lies.

"They're honest!" We chant, "They care!"  
Yet empty hands just grasp the air,  
In power's grip, the wrongdoers cling,  
While honest hearts hear freedom sing.

Through marches bold, our voices rise,  
"We seek the truth!" we call through cries,  
Yet every vote, a card that's played,  
As truth gets lost in charades displayed.

Corruption drips like poisoned rain,  
The smuggled hopes, a silent pain,  
Extortion greets our every plea,  
While dreamers drown in apathy.

Oh, noble hearts that break the mold,  
You trust in tales that once were told,  
But in the shadows, greed takes flight,  
Turning daydreams into night.

Nepal, sweet land of golden past,  
Why is your light so dimmed at last?  
For those who play the crooked game,  
Their thirst for power burns like flame.

With hunger gnawing at our bones,  
The cries of children echo in tones,  
"Where is the change? Where is the care?"  
In every heart, a silent dare.

So let’s unite, hand in hand,  
To bring back hope to this fair land,  
For in our souls, the fire glows,  
With dreams of peace that never close.

Together we’ll rise, we’ll break the chain,  
In unity, we’ll share the pain,  
And push aside the dust of greed,  
For every Nepali, we’ll sow the seed.

Wednesday, October 9, 2024

Threads of Connection






In the heart of Nepal, where rivers flow,  
A bond between generations, rich and aglow.  
The youngest often reach with a call or a text,  
Yet it's the elders’ wisdom that truly connects.  

Oh, elders, with stories from ages gone by,  
Your guidance is treasure, under the vast sky.  
Teach us the manners, the values you hold,  
For in your soft whispers, our futures unfold.  

In laughter and lessons, let unity reign,  
Without your embrace, love could wane and wane.  
A message, a visit, just a moment to share,  
Fosters the ties that we’re all meant to bear.  

When silence grows louder, and the distance expands,  
The fabric of family slips through our hands.  
For it's not just the young who must reach for the phone,  
It’s the duty of elders to guide us, their own.  

So, take up the mantle, extend out your hand,  
In every small gesture, let connection withstand.  
For years may pass swiftly, like whispers in breeze,  
But love shared in presence, will grant us our peace.  

Don’t let the gaps widen, don’t let the ties fray,  
Stay in touch with your kin; light their pathway.  
In laughter, in sorrow, let your wisdom be known,  
For our hearts are the seeds from the love we have sown.  

Let’s nurture these roots, tend the garden we share,  
With respect and with kindness, breathe family air.  
In the tapestry woven, let your threads brightly gleam,  
For together we flourish, in this beautiful dream.

Beauty over Broom







In a house where clutter’s got a sturdy stance,  
Dwells a wife who’s mastered the beauty dance.  
With a broom in one hand, and a brush in the other,  
She sweeps and she slays, like a fashion had mother.  

“Oh, darling,” she sighs, with a glimmering eye,  
“Life’s a tough grind,” but she’s ready to fly.  
Dishes unsorted, laundry piled high,  
Yet her eyebrows are lifted, her lashes will fly.  

To the beauty salon, she’s a queen on her throne,  
While the dust bunnies gather, neglected, alone.  
“Realistic,” she claims, with a mask on her face,  
But the only real thing is her ongoing chase.  

“Moderation!” she cries, as she orders up two,  
Sprays and tonics, and brightening glue.  
Her phone's buzzing fiercely:  “Another new trend!”  
A selfie, a filter, a blemish to mend.  

The world’s full of chaos and visible grime,  
Yet her world is glimmering; she’s right on time.  
“Who has the heart for chores in this race?”  
A primped princess, she evades common space.  

At playdates, she talks of the latest regime,  
“You simply must try this new serum, it’s supreme!”  
And while others are baking, cooking dinner with ease,  
She’s perfecting her pout, all while sipping on teas.  

“Hard work?” she asserts, “Oh, it’s such a chore!”  
But she doesn’t quite care—she’s off to explore  
The magic of facials, and nails painted bright,  
While she leaves the housework to dust in the light.  

So here’s to the wife, both deluded and spry,  
Chasing aesthetics as the laundry piles high.  
Realism’s just a glamorous guise  
For kingdom of mirrors, not practical lives.

Monday, October 7, 2024

The Periodic Table



Let us remember the elements of the periodic table through the poem:

Hydrogen, helium, lithium to start,
Beryllium, boron, carbon play a part.
Nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine pure,
Neon, sodium, magnesium endure.

Aluminum, silicon, phosphorus bright,
Sulfur, chlorine, argon bring light.
Potassium, calcium, scandium swirl,
Titanium, vanadium, chromium unfurl.

Manganese, iron, cobalt strong,
Nickel, copper, zinc belong.
Gallium, germanium, arsenic glide,
Selenium, bromine, krypton hide.

Rubidium, strontium, yttrium soar,
Zirconium, niobium, molybdenum explore.
Technetium, ruthenium, rhodium gleam,
Palladium, silver, cadmium beam.

Indium, tin, antimony grace,
Tellurium, iodine, xenon embrace.
Cesium, barium, lanthanum bloom,
Cerium, praseodymium, neodymium groom.

Promethium, samarium, europium spark,
Gadolinium, terbium, dysprosium dark.
Holmium, erbium, thulium deem,
Ytterbium, lutetium, hafnium dream.

Tantalum, tungsten, rhenium shine,
Osmium, iridium, platinum refine.
Gold, mercury, thallium call,
Lead, bismuth, polonium all.

Astatine, radon, francium rare,
Radium, actinium, thorium fare.
Protactinium, uranium, neptunium peer,
Plutonium, americium, curium clear.

Berkelium, californium, einsteinium follow,
Fermium, mendelevium, nobelium bestow.
Lawrencium, rutherfordium, dubnium charm,
Seaborgium, bohrium, hassium disarm.

Meitnerium, darmstadtium, roentgenium zest,
Copernicium, nihonium, flerovium quest.
Moscovium, livermorium, tennessine strive,
Oganesson, the end, elements alive.


Dashain





Dashain, the biggest and most important festival in Nepal, is a multi-day Hindu festival celebrated with great fervor and enthusiasm. This festival is also known as Dashera or Vijaya Dashami in some regions. It falls in the month of Ashwin (September/October) according to the Hindu lunar calendar and typically lasts for 15 days. Dashain holds immense cultural and religious significance for Nepalese people, symbolizing the victory of good over evil.

One of the central myths associated with Dashain is the legendary tale of the goddess Durga and the demon Mahishasura. According to Hindu mythology, Mahishasura was a powerful demon who wreaked havoc on Earth, causing destruction and chaos. To defeat him and restore balance, the gods united their powers to create the fierce goddess Durga. In a fierce battle that lasted for nine days and nights, Durga fought Mahishasura, eventually slaying him on the tenth day, which is known as Vijaya Dashami. This victory of Durga over Mahishasura symbolizes the triumph of good over evil, and during Dashain, devotees worship the goddess Durga and seek her blessings for protection and prosperity.

Another important myth associated with Dashain is the story of Lord Ram's victory over the demon king Ravana. According to the epic Ramayana, Lord Ram, along with his wife Sita and brother Lakshman, defeated the demon king Ravana after a fierce battle that lasted for ten days. Lord Ram's victory is celebrated as a triumph of righteousness and truth over evil and falsehood. During Dashain, the story of Lord Ram is recited, and effigies of Ravana are burnt in symbolic representation of the victory of good.

Dashain is a time for family gatherings, feasting, and merrymaking. Homes are cleaned and decorated, and people wear new clothes and receive blessings from their elders. Special puja ceremonies are conducted, offerings are made to the gods, and animals like buffaloes, goats, and chickens are sacrificed as part of the ritual, symbolizing the sacrifice of evil forces within oneself.

In conclusion, Dashain is a vibrant and joyous festival that brings communities together to celebrate shared beliefs and values. Through various rituals, myths, and traditions, Dashain reinforces the importance of virtues like truth, courage, and righteousness in overcoming adversity and achieving victory. It is a time of renewal, reflection, and celebration, marking the triumph of good over evil and the eternal power of hope and faith.

Dashain and Tihar




In the heart of Autumn’s gentle sway,  
Two festivals dawn, lighting the way;  
Dashain first, with its grandeur and grace,  
A time for family, a sacred embrace.  

Goddess Durga rides fierce through the night,  
Vanquishing demons, restoring the light;  
With each flower and offering laid,  
A tapestry of devotion is beautifully made.  

The air filled with joy as the kalash is set,  
Kites soaring high, in skies they beget;  
Ancestral blessings, we seek and we take,  
Strength in our bonds, for our loved ones' sake.  

Then comes Tihar, the festival of lights,  
A dance of the lamps on the luminous nights;  
With marigold garlands and feasts that entice,  
We honor our loved ones, oh, how sweet is life!  

The crow, the dog, and the cow in their due,  
Each life valued, each spirit held true;  
With the flicker of diyas, the stories are spun,  
A celebration of love, where all hearts are one.  

Sisters and brothers, we share in the cheer,  
With laughter and music, our hearts draw near;  
The sounds of the drums, the sweet festive calls,  
In this colorful tapestry, unity enthralls.  

Dashain and Tihar, two jewels that combine,  
In the cultural mosaic, their brilliance will shine;  
As we gather together, in joy we partake,  
In the spirit of love, and the bonds that we make.


Saturday, September 28, 2024

दोष तपाईंकै हो ।




मेरो देशमा बाँच्नलाई नेता बन्नुपर्छ
देश बनाउनलाई पनि ढाँट्न जान्नुपर्छ
बर्षामा पानी पर्दा जनताको छानो बगाउँछ
पुरिएका लास माथि सरकार मन्त्री क्वार्टर बनाउँछ ।।

गरिब हुनु त्यहि माथि जनता हुनु
दोष तपाईंको हो ।
सोझो हुनु त्यही माथि नेपाली हुनु
दोष तपाईंकै हो ।

मेरो देशमा बाँच्नलाई नेता बन्नुपर्छ
देश बनाउनलाई पनि ढाँट्न जान्नुपर्छ
ललिता निवास डुब्दैन, सिंहदरबार बग्दैन
नेता घुमाउन सक्ने विमान उद्दार गर्न सक्दैन ।।

मान्छे चिन्नु तर नेता नचिन्नु
दोष तपाईंको हो । 
जमिन चिन्नु तर खोला नचिन्नु
दोष तपाईंकै हो ।  

मेरो देशमा बाँच्नलाई नेता बन्नुपर्छ
देश बनाउँनलाई पनि ढाँट्न जान्नुपर्छ
पुल बगाउँछ पानीले, बस्ती बगाउँछ
राहत नै पचाउनेको मन यत्राको बगाउँछ? ।।

नठग्नु, नहेप्नु अनि भ्रष्टचार नगर्नु
दोष तपाईंको हो ।
फेल नहुनु, जेल नजानु
दोष तपाईंकै हो ।


Epic Drama Meets Historical Spectacle: A Review of "Troy"



Wolfgang Petersen's film "Troy" encapsulates the grandeur and tragedy inherent in the ancient Greek epic, vividly bringing to life the legendary narrative of Achilles and the Trojan War for cinematic audiences. Through a combination of striking visuals, compelling performances, and an intricate historical context, the film constitutes a significant contribution to the body of cinematic adaptations of classical literature.

A notable aspect of the film is the exceptional versatility demonstrated by its ensemble cast. Brad Pitt delivers a remarkable performance as Achilles, skillfully conveying the character’s fierce warrior essence alongside his tragic vulnerabilities with both intensity and nuance. His physicality during battle sequences and emotional depth in more subdued moments engender a memorable portrayal that serves as the film’s foundation. Conversely, Eric Bana’s portrayal of Hector provides a poignant counterpoint to Pitt’s Achilles, effectively expressing a spectrum of emotions, from pride to desperation, that resonate profoundly. The dynamic between these two characters emerges as one of the film’s most compelling elements, elevating the narrative beyond mere visual spectacle.

Visually, "Troy" is undeniably impressive. The cinematography, led by Roger Pratt, captures both the expansive landscapes of ancient Greece and the devastating beauty of warfare with remarkable clarity. The battle sequences are characterized by their grandiosity and chaotic energy, immersing viewers in the intensity of the conflict. However, despite the stunning visuals, there are instances in which they overshadow character development, resulting in emotional stakes that may feel underexplored.

The film’s costume design merits particular attention, especially for its authenticity and meticulous detail. The attire of the characters enhances the immersive quality of the film, evoking the grandeur associated with the era. Nonetheless, some costumes occasionally exhibit anachronistic elements, which subtly detracts from the historical accuracy the filmmakers strive to achieve.

Petersen’s directorial prowess is evident in his ability to convey the epic scope of the narrative; however, his approach also invites scrutiny. While the film ambitiously seeks to retain the essence of Homer’s Iliad, it is also marked by significant deviations that may alienate purists of classical literature. The truncation of characters and subplots leads to a streamlined narrative that, although more palatable for contemporary audiences, sacrifices the complexity and richness of the source material. Notably, characters such as Agamemnon and Paris, while depicted with sufficient depth, may lack the intricate motivations and moral ambiguities found in their literary counterparts.

The film also grapples with the themes of honor, love, and the futility of war. These themes, central to the Iliad, are explored through the interpersonal dynamics among the characters. The relationship between Achilles and Patroclus, for instance, is depicted with poignancy, highlighting the motivations that drive Achilles into a vengeful fury. Yet, the motivations of other characters, such as Helen, may be less satisfactorily examined, raising questions about agency and representation of women in both classical and contemporary narratives.

Another critical aspect lies in the film’s conclusion. While the Iliad offers a narrative steeped in tragedy and moral reflection, "Troy" opts for a climactic spectacle that, albeit visually impressive, may dilute the philosophical questions posed by the original text. The desire for a heroic resolution may overshadow the inherent tragedy of the story, undermining its emotional weight.

In summary, "Troy" stands as an ambitious cinematic venture that succeeds in many respects while simultaneously inviting critical dialogue about fidelity to classical themes and character development. As a modern retelling of a timeless epic, it engages viewers with its stunning visuals and compelling performances, yet the film ultimately grapples with the challenge of bridging the gap between historical fidelity and cinematic storytelling. The dichotomy between spectacle and depth underscores the intriguing complexities of adapting ancient narratives for contemporary audiences, thus ensuring its continued relevance in discussions of literature and film.

Watch Movie: TROY

Rain

In whispers soft, the raindrops fall,  
A silver serenade, nature's call.  
Each droplet dances on thirsty ground,  
A gentle balm where life is found.  

The farmers wait with hopeful hearts,  
As heaven's tears play vital parts.  
With every splash, their spirits soar,  
The promise of harvest, rich and more.  

The emerald blades in waves do sway,  
As rain's embrace turns night to day.  
Each leaf, a canvas, painted bright,  
Reflects the dreams of day and night.  

In fields where weary shadows dwelled,  
The vibrant visions are now upheld.  
For every seed, a story weaves,  
In rhythmic drops, the earth believes.  

The rivers rise, their voices swell,  
In liquid lullabies, secrets tell.  
In pools of silver, frogs take flight,  
Their croaking chorus adds to the night.  

The flowers bloom, their colors burst,  
From rain’s refresh, we see them first.  
Each petal kisses the cooling air,  
In raindrops’ rhythm, a life laid bare.  

Ode to the rain, the life it gives,  
Through every storm, the promise lives.  
With nature’s tears, all beings thrive,  
In rhythmic hope, we feel alive.

Thursday, September 12, 2024

A dance of Hearts









In paths set forth by family ties, 
Two hearts unite beneath wide-open skies. 
Arranged by love, it blooms not by chance, 
In shared strength and grace, they embrace the dance. 

“Trust is the foundation,” whispers the wise, 
As eyes meet softly, no need for disguise. 
Through laughter and tears, they weave their own thread, 
Building a bond through the love that they spread. 

“Patience nurtures,” life teaches each day, 
Through storms and through sunshine, they find their way. 
With hands held tight, they confront every fear, 
A journey united, the end becomes clear. 

“Joy is found in the simplest of things,” 
In morning coffee and what true love brings. 
Through trials and triumphs, they stand side by side, 
With open hearts ready, they take in the ride. 

“Embrace all the flaws,” says life’s gentle hand, 
For perfection is just a castle in sand. 
With compassion as armor, they rise and renew, 
In every ending, a bright start shines through. 

“Shared dreams ignite the soul’s deepest fire,” 
Two lives intertwined, together they aspire. 
In love’s vast garden, they plant tender seeds, 
Together they flourish, fulfilling their needs. 

So let the world speak of odds and of fate, 
For love is a force that conquers, creates. 
In arranged paths, they forge something bright, 
As bride and groom celebrate love’s pure light.

Tuesday, September 10, 2024

The Teacher’s Heart










A teacher stands upon the stage, 
With hopes to inspire, ignite the sage. 
They sow the seeds of knowledge wide, 
In youth's bright eyes, their dreams abide.

Through sleepless nights and endless plans, 
They shape young minds with patient hands. 
Each question asked, a trial anew, 
With love and care, they guide the crew. 

Yet weary days can steal their light, 
For few see the struggles hidden from sight. 
In every lesson, a piece they give, 
To mold the future, they choose to live. 

The road is rough, the burden great, 
But in each heart, they cultivate. 
As time marches on and seasons shift, 
They find their joy in the dreams they lift. 

Like bread is earned through toil and tears, 
They stand as beacons through children’s fears. 
In every smile, their purpose shines, 
A legacy built on steadfast lines. 

"Teach with heart," wise elders say, 
For minds are nurtured in every way. 
Through laughter shared and lessons learned, 
In every challenge, their passion burned. 

Though sacrifices hide beneath the glow, 
They face each day, and still they grow. 
"As you give, so shall you gain," 
In each young mind, their dreams remain. 

So let us honor those who teach, 
With every life they strive to reach. 
For in their hands, the future swells, 
In every story, a thousand tales.

Sunday, September 8, 2024

Morning Tea







Upon the kettle’s gentle, tuned embrace, 
A dance begins where water meets the flame; 
The soothing sound, a melody of grace, 
Invites the day to shed its weary claim. 

With measured leaves, both fragrant and divine, 
A ritual unfolds as my senses wake; 
Each step precise, as clock’s hands intertwine, 
In steam’s warm breath, the morning’s peace I take. 

The warmth cascades through fingers, soft yet bold, 
As swirling steam ascends to greet the light; 
In every sip, a tale of joy retold, 
A fleeting moment, turning pure delight. 

Thus, tea prepares my heart for what may be, 
A brew of hope, sweet solace, setting free.

Chasing Dreams

Chasing Dreams






In halls of learning, dreams take flight, 
With books in hand, we chase the light. 
The path is steep; the nights are long, 
But in our hearts, we find the song. 

Through stacks of notes and cups of brew, 
We toil and strive, we push on through. 
Each challenge faced and tear that falls, 
Builds strength inside; our spirit calls. 

The pressure mounts like waves of sea, 
Yet every struggle shapes what will be. 
With sleepless nights and minds ablaze, 
We carve our futures, ignite our days. 

Though roads may twist and turn around, 
Each hard step brings the dreams unbound. 
For every hour spent in toil, 
Sows knowledge deep in humble soil. 

When doubts arise, hold your head high, 
Let passion soar; let worries fly. 
For in the grind, where lessons thrive, 
Lies the heart of those who strive. 

So hold your dreams like stars above, 
With courage, grit, and endless love. 
When you arise to face the fight, 
The fruits of labor will shine bright. 

In the end, it’s more than scores or grades, 
It’s wisdom gained and strength that stays. 
Trust the journey, embrace the grind, 
For success awaits the open mind. 

With each small win, take a moment there, 
Reflect on struggles, their lessons, the care. 
In student life, where hard work blends, 
A brighter future is what it sends.

Saturday, June 29, 2024

English II︱BHM Second Semester (New Course 2024)

Course Objectives
This course enables students to use language and communication skills in different cultural contexts, familiarizes them with contemporary trends of writing in English, employs a great range of communicative activities including a case study approach, integrates technology in writing, and critically boosts up their confidence in their professional life on hospitality and tourism sectors. 

Course Description 
This course is designed as a sequel to the course prescribed in the first semester. It consists of two major components: cross-cultural communication strategies and English for professional writing. The first part provides students with fundamental concepts of cross-cultural communication that pave the ground for their future careers in the hospitality and tourism industries in the global context. The contents included in this part will enhance students’ knowledge through the case studies approach, information gaps, interviews, and role play to encourage them to think critically, solve problems, and develop their oral communication skills. The activities are supplied with cultural information from many countries so that students can compare their own ideas and traditions to those of people from other countries. The second part incorporates managerial writing designed to help students communicate effectively and efficiently. Good oral and written communication skills are the most essential skills required for hospitality practitioners at different positions and levels. The course will equip the students with oral and written skills from routine messages to international correspondences and presentations. The students are expected to actively participate in the classroom teaching learning activities individually, in pairs, and in groups. Upon the completion of the course, the students are largely expected to compete in tourism and hospitality management in national and international settings.



















































Course Description 
English, L. M. & Sarah L. (1995). Business Across Cultures (English for Business Success). Addison-Wesley.
Adhikari, B. & Khum P. S. (2024). English for Professional Writing. Asmita
Publication. Bisen, V. & Priya. (2009). Business Communication. New Age International.


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Thursday, June 6, 2024

Business Communication ︱BBM Second Semester 2024



Course Description

The English 202 is a course in general English and it takes a two-way approach to improve students’ English language proficiency. It seeks to develop their reading and writing skills, their understanding of tone, style, and knowledge of communication methods, along with developing their vocabulary, grammar, listening and speaking, and ability to write general and to some extent professional documents. This course is so planned as to introduce students to methods and techniques of developing their English language and communication skills for general communication, and furthermore to develop their English on a broader level in various areas of thinking and knowledge by being exposed to writings from different genres and disciplines.

Prescribed Texts

Sowton, Chris.Unlock Level 4: Reading and Writing Skills Student’s Book. Cambridge UP, 2014.
Lohani, S.P., comp, & ed. Voices: A Reader. Buddha Publication, 2021.


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