साहित्य शनिबार-

टाडा रै’छ

तिलक आत्रेय
(क्यालिफोर्निया)
मैले जाने ठाऊ त प्रिये कत्ति धेरै टाडा रैछ,
जत्ती टाडा भए पनि तिम्रो माया गाडा भैछ।

कुल्चिएर गा’को होइन तिम्रो न्यानो माया प्रीति,
हामी दुईको बिचमा कतै एउटा ठुलो डांडा रै’छ ।
मैले जाने ठाऊ त प्रिया कत्ति धेरै टाडा रैछ,
जत्ती टाडा भए पनि तिम्रो माया गाडा भैछ।।

जीवन भरी सधै सधै तिम्रो यादमा रुन्छु होला,
गुलाबको फुल बिच कुन्नी कस्तो काडा रैछ।
मैले जाने ठाऊ त प्रिया कत्ति धेरै टाडा रैछ,
जत्ती टाडा भए पनि तिम्रो माया गाडा भैछ।।

भेट होला हाम्रो कतै जिन्दगीको दोबाटोमा
छुट्टीनु र भेट्नु पनि संसारको पारा रैछ ।
मैले जाने ठाऊ त प्रिया कत्ति धेरै टाडा रैछ,
जत्ती टाडा भए पनि तिम्रो माया गाडा भैछ।।
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साहित्य शनिबार-

दोहा र म -ऍऊटै ठाउ भिन्नै कथा

खुम जोशी
(दोहा, कतार)

यो उजाड़ मरुभूमि/यो निर्जल दुनिया–
मेरो हरेक दिनको क्रीडाभूमि,
हो यही, यो तातो धरतीमाथी म दिनभर–
फरुवा/कोदालोहरु संग युद्घ गर्छु,
वरीपरीका गगनचुम्बी महलहरुले
अनि,
अनुहार छोपेर तल/माथी गर्ने सुन्दर मानिसहरु,
एकनास मलाई हेरीमात्र रहन्छ्न–
चुपचाप छन,केहि बोल्दैनन,
मेरो भाग्यहीन अध्यारो जीवनको
अनौठो कथा पड़ीमात्र रहन्छ्न।
एउटा बैज्ञानिक मशीन जस्तै –अथक
म जुटी रहन्छु/ आफ्नै दुनियामा ॥

बिहानी सूर्यको पहिलो किरण संगै
यहाँ संघर्समा सामेल हुनुपर्छ।
पसीनाका धाराहरुले नुहाउदै,
रगत सुकाएर मालिकलाई रुझाउनु पर्छ,
यो अनन्त युद्घमा मैले कहिलै हार्नु हुन्न रे
यदि हारेमा/ती कोदालाहरुले जितेमा मैले
मेरो देशलाइ ‘रेमीटेन्स‘ दिन सक्दिन रे ,
मेरो मातृभूमिका भुडे हाकिमहरुको खाल्ती रित्तो रे,
त्यसैले, मैले कहिले पनि हार्नु हुन्न,
मैले सधै युद्घ जित्नु पर्छ।

कैले काही यहाँ मेरो देशका मन्त्रीहरु आउछन
५ तारे होटलहरुमा हाम्ले कमाएको पसीना बगाउछ्न,
सुन्दर सुन्दर मानिसहरु संग नाच्छ्न, गाउछ्न
मीठा मीठा चिप्ला चिप्ला सब्दहरुले हामीलाई फ़काउछ्न/फुलाउछ्न,
हाम्रो स्थिति उनको चासोको बिषय हुदै होइन रे
मोझ मस्ती सकेर,
फर्कंछ्न–सुकिला जहाजहरूमा
हामी यो ४२ डिग्रीको तातोबाट
धुलोहरुको पर्दा खोली उनलाई हेरी रहन्छौ
त्यों मेरो देशको क्षितिज सम्म।
सायद उनले त देख्दैनन होला।
(प्रस्तुत कबिताको बाकी अंश अर्कै फन्टमा भएकोले, पुनः लेख्ने समय नभएको हुदा यती मात्रै पोस्ट गरिएको छ। खुमजी तपाइले कृपया नेपालीउनिकोडमालेख्नु भए सजिलो हुने थियो)

साहित्य शनिबार-

आफै देखि लाग्छ लाज

प्रकास छेत्री
(क्यालिफोर्निया)

ऐना हेर्छु फुर्सदमा आफै देखि लाग्छ लाज,
यती लामो दौरानमा के नै गरे मैले आज।
जुवा रैछ जिन्दगानी सर्वस्व नै भए म त,
जीवन यो भारी भई धेरै चोटी रोए म त।

हिजो सबले चिन्थे तर चिन्दैनन रे किन आज
दिल खोलेर रो़ऊ भने आफै देखि लाग्छ लाज।
कोलाहलको यो सहरमा एक्लो आफु हुनु पर्यो,
जिन्दगीको जोड़ घटाऊमा घाटै घाटा सहनु पर्यो ।

गारो भयो बाँच्न मलाई स्वार्थी दुनियाको माझ,
जिंदगीलाई भुल्न खोज्दै सराब लिन्छु बिहान सांझ।
बस्न यहाँ सकिएन कता तीर डेरा सरौं,
भनी देऊन कोही मलाई अब मैले कसो गरौ।
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Photos of the refugees- exhibited in Kathmandu.

(Bhutanusa.com):
The four-day long photo exhibition held in Kathmandu, Nepal, entitled ‘Real People Real Needs’ ended yesterday, according to the Kathmandu Post national daily.The event organized to mark World Refugee Day 2009 has drawn some 5000 visitors from inside and outside Nepal.

Meeting Bhutan in Oakland.

(Theoakbook)You already know this. Oakland,California, where about half a million people speak more than 80 languages, is a magnet for immigrants. We’ve got people from Ethiopia, Japan, India, Mexico, Mongolia, Nigeria, Vietnam… the list goes on. There’s a new addition. The latest arrivals are from Bhutan, a small (less than 15,000 square miles) south Asian country neighboring India. If you’ve been following the news, then you probably know that about 60,000 Bhutanese of Nepali origin are being settled in the U.S. These Bhutanese have been living in refugee camps in Nepal for close to two decades due to an internal conflict in Bhutan. Six other countries — Australia, Canada, Norway, Netherlands, New Zealand and Denmark — are also taking in 10,000 refugees each.

Bhutanese refugees begin new life in Arizona

By Bill Frelick
(June 22, 2009)

Ganga Baral is among the first of thousands of Bhutanese refugees who will be arriving in the United States during the next several years. She and her family arrived this Spring in Phoenix from a refugee camp in the farthest eastern reaches of Nepal, a landlocked country known to Americans, if at all, as the location for Mount Everest. Ganga, a 32-year-old mother, has lived most of her life in that camp, a place called Beldangi II. Her child has never known life outside the camp.

Bhutanese refugees at Bhadrapur airport in Eastern Nepal.

I met Ganga in Beldangi II when I was investigating camp conditions for Human Rights Watch last year. Ganga and her friend Pingala ran a center for children, a thatched hut called the Friendship Library, in which they provided toys, books, and activities to stimulate their minds and give an outlet for their curiosity and creativity in what otherwise could be a stagnant and hopeless existence.

Repatriation or resettlement for Bhutanese refugees?

Over the past year thousands of Bhutanese refugees in Nepal have resettled in third countries – mainly the USA – but many others, especially the elderly, hope only for repatriation to Bhutan.

Like many elderly Bhutanese refugees in Nepal, 96-year-old Pahalman Bhattarai wants to return to his homeland(Photo: Naresh Newar/IRIN)

Pahalman Bhattarai, aged 96, is Nepal’s oldest Bhutanese refugee. “I’m getting old. My dying wish is to return to my home in Bhutan,” he told IRIN at the Beldangi refugee camp in Nepal’s southeastern Jhapa District.

Like many elderly Bhutanese refugees, Bhattarai has little desire to live in either the USA or the other six countries (Australia, New Zealand, Netherlands, Norway, Denmark and Canada) involved in a third country resettlement programme now being led by the UN Refugee Agency (UNHCR) and the International Organization for Migration (IOM).

Celebrating World Refugee Day

“World Refugee Day a celebration of hope”

OAKLAND — Taking a brief respite from trying times, hundreds of émigrés from across the world gathered in an Oakland park on Friday to celebrate World Refugee Day.
Iraqi refugee Sarmad Buni was among several who had arrived to the United States just days before the annual picnic at Oakland’s San Antonio Park.
“I hope I find a job, a good school for the children,” Buni said as he walked around the park. “We want to live in peace.”
Buni, his wife and their three young sons landed in the East Bay on Wednesday and are among at least 17,000 exiled Iraqis the U.S. State Department has pledged to resettle throughout the country this year. A former chauffeur for officials with the U.S. Agency for International Development, Buni decided to flee Baghdad in fall 2006 when life grew too dangerous.
The family was escorted around the park, past soccer games and an African music ensemble, by family member Wadih Badran, a San Ramon resident who has lived in the United States since 1996 and is now hosting the couple and their children at his home.
“We don’t even know where they’re going to live yet,” Badran said. “We’ll see what kind of job he can get. Maybe San Ramon, maybe Walnut Creek, maybe Oakland.”Friday marked the ninth time that local refugee aid groups have staged the festive Refugee Forum Picnic, and, as usual, participants danced, ate a diverse mix of foods, learned about educational opportunities and played soccer together. But the occasion was also full of stressful conversations about surviving in a new country during a recession. Many of the newcomers are unemployed.Read Full news in Oakland Tribune

Unfolding a forgotten story of a Bhutanese refugee.

Looking back to the yesteryears on WORLD REFUGEE DAY-2009

July 20,1992:
(Dalim, Samdrupjongkhar, Bhutan)
That day, early morning before dawn, my father packed everything in a big bag. He set all the cattle free. Kindled some candles at the courtyard of my house and reluctantly shut the doors, windows and the ventilators. Soon, all the villagers started congregating at my house.I was then, a little kid and so didn’t know what was going on there. I asked him what we all were trying to do that day. To my puzzling query, he just replied, ‘we are going to your maternal grandfather’s house’. I was happy that I would meet with my old octogenarian grandpa….eat some dainty foods and play with my Cousins there.

sampdrupjongkhar town,Bhutan(photos:www.bhutantour.bt)

At around 4:30 AM of the same morning everybody carried their bags and set out.I looked at my mother, she looked nervous and her eyes were full of tears. She was patting me at my back as though some awful was going to happen soon. I was perplexed to see all the villagers going to my Grandpa’s house, I quietly followed the crowed. I could see some scars of hopelessness and dismay in the faces of some women and elderly folks. We walked through the big forest for nearly seven hours, crossing rivers, gorges,hills and reached a new place which my father called it India. In a small Indian town lying close to the Bhutan/India border, we took refuge for the night at a big abandon house, probably belonging to some businessmen of that region. It was there that I first got an opportunity to see a motor vehicle. My village was far from the urban hubbub. There were no roads and transport facilities there.So, seeing a vehicle by the villager like me would be a rare prize. We had to walk a distance of some 40km should we need to make a telephone call somewhere. We just had a small dispensary in the name of health facilities so when ever we needed medical assistance for some serious cases, my father today say that they had to carry the patient on their back and walk a day long distance to see the Hospital. Hearing such tales these days I ask my father as to why there was no development in our village. He smiles and answers, ‘ it is far from the capital city so government hardly pays attention for its development. But, its  hard to believe in what he has said because I read in Newspapers that those green fields of ours have  been now full of concrete buildings. The developmental works speeded up following the eviction of the Nepalis and that is  exactly after the Northern settlers occupied the southern plains. Though my village was isolated from the rest parts of the country, still I can’t forget it. It was splendid and charming.Blessed with all sorts of natural beauty, our village was full of varieties of birds. We were amazed to listen to their chirping before dawn, howling of the fox, songs of cuckoo, etc. Indeed, who could forget the piece of land where he/she shed blood and sweat for centuries,turned a wild jungle into a cultivable land and lived a independently perfect life free from all sorts of fear and apprehension!

सरणार्थी दिवस 2009- कहा कसरी मनाउदै छन भूटानीहरुले!!

(bhutanusa.com)
सरणार्थी दिवस हरेक बर्षको २० जूनमा सन २००१ देखि मनाईदै छ।
यस बर्षको बिश्व सरणार्थी दिवस १८ बर्ष सम्म सरणार्थी जीवन यापन गरेर भर्खर अमेरिका आएका भूटानीहरुले पनि भब्य रुपमा मनाउदैछन।
बिभिन्न राज्यमा रहेका भूटानीहरुद्वारा बिभिन्न कार्यक्रमहरुका साथ मनाइने ख़बर पाइएको छ।
प्राप्त समाचार अनुसार टैक्ससको डल्लासमा यस पटकको सरणार्थी दिवस अली भव्य हुने बुझिएको छ। सरणार्थीलाइ सहयोग गर्ने त्यहाका दुईवटा संस्थाहरुले बिशेष कार्यक्रमको आयोजन गरेका छन।संस्कृति, कला, कृति आदिको प्रदर्शन गर्ने हेतुले डल्लासको कैथोलिक चैरिटीले रिटर्न तो थे कस्बह, भन्ने अंतरास्ट्रीय बाजारको आयोजन गर्दै छ। Lakeridge Village Shopping Centreमा बिहान १० बजे बाट सुरुहुने उक्त बजार ४ घंटा चल्ने बुझिएको छ।

Bhutanese get a taste for Australian life

SALLY EVANS.
(The Border Mail Newspaper, Australia.)
The Border’s Bhutanese community was shown what it means to be Australian on Saturday. Almost 100 Bhutanese refugees were invited to the Albury Sportsground for a barbecue lunch and to watch the football match between the Albury Tigers and Wodonga Raiders.

भुटानि शरणार्थी तेश्रो देश पुनर्स्थापना,एक बाध्यता

यस्ता कार्यमा संलग्न कतिपय कायर शिक्षकहरु आफ्ना छोरा छोरीका साथीहरुलाई उक्त अपराधीक कार्यमा होमाएर सपरिवार अमेरिका आइपुगेका पनि छन।जे होस, आन्दोलन निर्णायक हुँदैन र त्यों सही तरीका पनि होइन भन्ने सत्यातालाई यिनीहरुले ढीलै भए पनि अङगाली सकेका छन।

प्रकाश पौडेल
बेलडाङगी-2

राष्ट्रघातीको षड्यन्त्रमा फस्न सफल भुटानि शरणार्थीहरु भित्र कती पिडा अनी दु:ख छ भन्ने धेरैलाई अवगत नहोला। अमेरिका, क्यानाडा,लगायतका मुलुकहरुमा पुनस्थापित भइसकेर पनि अझै भुटान नै फर्काए जाने चाहना छ भुटानि शरणार्थीको। बाहिरबाट हेर्दा भुटानि शरणार्थीहरुलाई स्वर्थी देखिन्छ, किन कि उनीहरु लडेर भए पनि आफ्नो देश जानु पर्ने अर्काको देशमा गए। युगौ देखि रगत र पसीना बगाएको आफ्नो माटो भुलेर बिदेशिए। तर यो कुरा बुझ्नु पनि उत्तिकै महत्वपूर्ण छ, बर्सौ सम्म भूटान फर्कने झिनो आशा लिएर बसेका उनिहरुको तेश्रो मुलुक पुनस्थापनाको निर्णय रहर भन्दा पनि बाध्यता थियो। आफ्नो मुलुक फर्किन भुटानि शरणार्थीहरुले के गर्न चुकाएनन होला।आफ्नो गास टुटाएर ए.एम.सि.सी.को भुटान फिर्ती आन्दोलनमा गरिएको सक्दो सहयोग मात्र नभएर स्थानिय नेपालीहरुको खेत खनेर दसैं छेक्न ल्याएको पैसा आन्दोलनका लागि भनेर तत्कालिन समाजमा बिद्यमान भ्रस्ट नेताहरुलाई दिएका थिए। घर फिर्तीकै लागि हाम्रा भुटानि भाईहरुले आफ्नो प्राणको आहुती दिए तर पनि उनिहरुको त्यागले नेताहरुको बैंक ब्यालेन्स माथि उकास्न देखी लिएर उनिहरुका छोरा छोरीहरुलाई महँगो शिक्षा दिलाउने क्रममा बिदेश उडाउना सिबया केही हुन सकेन/ केही गर्न सकेन ।

पुनर्स्थापनाको लागि अमेरिका हिंडेकाहरुलाई बिदाइको हात हलाउदै भुटानि शरणार्थीहरु

अत: उनीहरुको बलिदानको कदर भएन,उनिहरुका परिवारले न त क्ष्यतीपुर्ती नै पाए न त साहरा नै। खोक्रो आश्वासन बिच आफ्नो एक्लो छोरो गुमाएका ति आमाहरु शरणार्थी सिबिर भित्र भुटान फर्किने आशामा बसिरहेका छन। यस बेला न कुनै नेता नै वहाँहरुको घरमा जान्छ न कुनै भरौटे क्रान्तिकारी नै। छोरो हुँदाको उज्यालो दिन सम्झन्दै बसेकी ति आमाहरुलाई सन्चो बिसन्चो सोध्ने फुर्सद पनि हाम्रा नेताहरुमा छैन।

ए.एम.सि.सीबाट सुरु भएको आन्दोलन देखी लिएर पछील्लो पटकको मेची पुलमा गरिएको ससक्त आन्दोलनले पनि कुनै गती लिएन। सबै आन्दोलन निर्णायक हुन सकेनन। सबै प्रयासहरुलाई असफलता नै पुरस्कार मिल्यो।