Jaiseri Writes

From my first day at school to the day I talked to her, she used to stare at me from the back of the class. She was with pretty face with somewhat blackish circle around her eyes. She used to stare at me continuously till I left the class. I used to feel something odd on those staring eyes. I used to feel difficult to write on black-board, when I used to notice her staring on me. I used to check my each and every activities, whether I was doing wrong. Those eyes troubled me for long. I couldn't threat her and ask to stop doing it, for her eyes were innocent on look. But they troubled me too much. Those eyes were like any intoxication. I used to hang up on them for long. They were just imprinted on my mind. They were big and watery with some deep feelings inside. I tried a lot to grasp those feeling but I never could spell a word in front of her. Slowly, I tried to talk to her through her friends. I tried to become familiar with the students of her class. After my lon...

I couldn't figure out how fast the vacation passed. Today only I have to leave for my work station (which is away from my house). And if I won't reach there by tomorrow my one day's salary would be gone. My payoff is not so good as I am just a temporary staff and if I would remain absent then I would be messed. I get hurried to reach bus station. As I prefer to be more economic I too don't even take rickshaw, instead I move my steps faster. I have crossed 40s but never got chance to take proper rest. I always work so hard for my family and I always give damn to my desires just for my family. But I don't have proper place in that same family. I m always treated like guest. I have spent more than half of my life being out of the house. Sometime I like to be away from my home but miss it when its apart. When I am in home I feel bored with it and when I am away I keep thinking of it; I m fed up with this dual life. In one hand I am working so hard for their happiness an...

It is a usual Sunday evening. Anu is there on the reading room having her tuition class with her teacher. She is about 9 years old. She has so many questions to be answered. Sometimes when she is fed up with her tuition teacher's monotonous working schedule, she puts her questions like spears targeted to kill some animal. Most of them generally don't have proper answers. Most of the time, she does this just to pass the time she is supposed to spend with her tuition teacher learning some bookish ideas. She thinks those ideas has nothing to do in her practical life. Today too she has some questions to be answered. "Sir, did hen come first or the egg?" She asked as if she really wants the answer, but she knows from inside that this is just to screw up her teacher. With shrewd eyebrows her tuition teacher stares her and tries to be humorous. "When I saw, the hen was laying the egg?" He chuckles afterwards. With dissatisfaction in her eyes she says," Aaan .....

He was restless that day. He was not stopping anywhere nor talking to anybody for longer time. He was totally blushed but nobody knew why? Only few noticed him pulling his shorts down. It was late June. The summer vacation was to start shortly. Schools were busy in taking terminal exams. Students seemed more interested for the vacation coming shortly than they seemed to be worried about their exams. Krishna studying in 6th grade too had exam that day. It was a typical Friday for all but for him he was still not sure. He was seen in school on Friday after a long time. Though he was a regular student but had been missing his Friday classes since long. Sometimes he had problems with his white sneakers and sometimes with his white uniform. Other weekdays he never missed his classes. Being a student from a lower middle class family he was above average in study or say not so bright and not so dull either. So was mostly overlooked in classes. Today he was seen after long time. Every body was...

And tears rolled down.... He could do nothing to stop them. He rather loved seeing them soaking her cheeks. He thought those meant appreciation for what he had gone through in his life. He could not leave that moment let go like that. He tried to keep it safe with him. Thought he got something in his life worth living for. He was in his early 20s doing his job as a librarian in a local library. It was a small library built by some local social workers. It had 3 rooms. One with newspapers to read and one with a big round table and some chair around it where the members used to discuss on some important matters which never bothered him. And the third room was for bulky books with his office in one corner where he used to sit all the day with some books in his hand. He loved that job as he used to get time to go through books. Though he was paid less he managed his mediocre requirement with that earning. He was with specs and was ignored by everybody visiting there. It seemed as if he...

गजल–१ देश र जनताको नारामात्र, खेल सत्ताको हो सहमती र बहुमत गफै त हो मुद्दा भत्ताको हो निमुखा र गरिवीमा पिल्सिएकालाई के गणतन्त्र सवाल त गास, बास र जीउ ढाक्ने लत्ताको हो दिनहु“का तारे होटलका, वार्ता अनि भेट देशको धनमा आ“खा गाड्ने दुष्ट जत्थाको हो नेता के नेता हुन् ? विदेशीका गुलाम पो त बोली इनका तर आदेश दिल्ली–कलकत्ताको हो दुई सय पा“च लुट्थे पहिले छ सय एक भए अचेल भित्रि गुदी सबै उही फरक केबल गत्ताको हो गजल–२ दोष जति सार्न जानेछौ बधाइ छ तिमीलाई आफ्ना लाई टान जानेछौ बधाइ छ तिमीलाई सफलता जति आफ्नो नाउमा खोट अरुकामा खाल्डो भित्र पार्न जानेछौ बधाइ छ तिमीलाई यो संसारमा बाँच्ने भयौ खोस्न जानेपछि अर्का अंश मार्न जानेछौ बधाइ छ तिमीलाई मतलब हुँदा सम्म पुज्ने त्यसपछि खैः को हो ? गर्या बाचा हार्न जानेछौ बधाइ छ तिमीलाई जस्ले पनि खेद्ने रैछ ओरालोको मृगलाई छाँगाबाट झार्न जानेछौ बधाइ छ तिमीलाई गजल–३ छ्यापछ्याप्ती भेटिने हजारमा खोजीछौ बिकाउ हुँ र मलाई तिम्ले बजारमा खोजी छौ हृदयमा हेरेको भए भेटिन्थे होला सायद विज्ञापन म कहाँ हुँ र ? अखबारमा खोजीछौ आकाश छानो सम्झी हिँड्ने म जस्तो दिवानालाई आल...