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Passion For My Nation "Nepal"
Mother, I sense your soul. These few wordsexpress empathy towards a nation where dreams do
begin but surprisingly never seem to cease where
love flows like rivulets from the Himalayas and
reach out hearts, where endurance has survived
pain, and hands filled with love have pushed the
nation on a track of peace and harmony. Peace and
harmony that have emerged out of struggle,
reflecting that peace that is seen in the silent
and forbearing eyes of the god man named
Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha whose holy feet
touched the dust of this nation many centuries
ago.
The sight of Everest touching the sky is like
hands of the Nepalese people moving forth into
eternal space to hold and embrace the stars.
"Oh, Nepal, Oh, nation of ours, may these hands
of ours, may these hands of ours belong to
eternities and may eternity blossom like flowers
as these hands unfold to captures the spaces of
silence and state of Nirvana.
The process of denouement is slow but steady; the
city lights are dazzling and sense of loneliness
prevails in narrow streets where night rules. The
people are almost dead to the world but Nepal is
awake as ever.
Time moves in a horizontal line, from A to B, B
to C, C to D but awakening moves in a vertical
line, from A to deeper A, from deeper A to even
deeper A and so on. For an awakened nation these
is no past and no future, only present exists for
it.
Awareness or the awakening of consciousness
through meditation is the awakening of a mankind
and path towards Buddha hood. The awakening of
every Nepalese is the awakening of the Nepalese
society. Complete mass or a community living and
moving in the present just deeper and deeper in a
vertical motion.
"Take me to far away country where grief lingers
no more……."
An awakened community is an aware and meditative
community, a basis of emptiness and establishment
of that faraway country.
But a mass can't be enlightened, each drop of
water makes up the ocean, one Buddha after
another makes up a community of Buddha's
The mountains go zigzag finally disappearing into
time. That time which only exists in your mind in
your imagination and in your wall clock.
Everything exists in the present, and that
present moves from one point to another point
steadily and quickly.
It is a love affair, an affair of one night stand,
between a country and its people. The people can
sense something or almost touch it: perhaps it is
the soul of a nation, which they are dandling
with their imagination.
Imagine you have been stabbed in the chest, a
moment and the dragger is to be plunged deep into
your heart. Suddenly you are alert and your
reaction is in tune with the moment, or suddenly
it is as though you and the moment are one
present has arisen out of no where and past and
future have vanished like shadows.
In a similar situation our country stands and the
people are reacting in an instant as though the
instant and the reaction have merged into one cry
for peace, stability and pathway for hope.
Hope floats even in a sea of complete uncertainty
and tears just because the pain is there, the
country is consciously moving in a vertical
motion - from a deeper anguish in her bosom and
the future stir blurred. Let a nation up rise as
her people sway in search of a bay.
Let love finds its way, let the sun shine through
the clouds and let the rain cease.
The delicate sounds of a song are echoing within
their hearts, which have resemblance to many
voices of the night. They close their eyes and
softly whisper. "Mother, I sense your soul"
The faraway hills seem to have heard them, but
they seem to resist the temptation to speak back:
surely they are not without a voice, there is a
voice if silence with in that resistance.
These voices and these songs of the Nepalese
people altogether seem to re- quicken the cosmic
pulsation.