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पानीले नभिज्ने कागज खोजिदेउ

पानीले नभिज्ने कागज खोजिदेउ पानीले नबिग्रने पाना खोजिदेउ तिम्रा ती शब्द आँसु बगिए चिट्ठीका मसी बिग्रिए

पानीले नभिज्ने कागज खोजिदेउ ।

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कस्तो हो यो अन्तरमन ?

कस्तो हो यो अन्तरमन, आफ्नै आसुको कारण नबुझी 

खाली अनन्त समुन्द्रको उत्पत्तिबारे खोज्न  हिड्छ 

कस्तो हो यो  अन्तरमन, मन भित्रको कमजोरी नबुझी ,

बाहिरी संसारमा आफ्नो शक्ति प्रदर्शन गर्दै हिड्छ। 

कस्तो हो यो  अन्तरमन, यस अराजक बस्तीमा,

गाई जात्रा देख्छ , यसले घोडे जात्रा देख्छ 

अन्तर्जात्रा भने कहिले देख्ने ?

अन्तरङ्गको भेलबाट मुक्ती यसले कहिले भेट्ने ?

कस्तो हो अन्तरमन, 

भोक त छ तर खाने इच्छा हुँदैन 

कस्तो हो अन्तरमन,

सोक त छ तर अनुहारमा दु:ख हुँदैन  

कस्तो हो यो अन्तर्मन, जसलाई आफु छु भन्ने त थाहा छ

तर कस्तो छु भन्ने पत्तो छैन,

बाहिरी नकाब पनि जिज्ञासु छ अब त यो अन्तर्मन को आकार बुझ्नलाई

बाहिरी नकाबको यो नियत देखेर फेरी प्रश्न नै परिवर्तन गर्दिन्छ, होइन कस्तो हो यो अन्तरमन ? 

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Designing my life with skepticism of science and innocence of arts

“It is in Apple’s DNA that technology alone is not enough—it’s technology married with liberal arts, married with the humanities, that yields us the results that make our heart sing.” - Steve Jobs

I’ve seen aspiring scientists getting motivated seeing a picture of Stephen Hawkings, a picture of Richard Feynman and so on. I’ve also seen artists getting inspired seeing a picture of Curt Cobain, Taylor Swift or an image of Aruna Lama. But talking about me personally I have this one picture where both Ravindranath Tagore and Albert Einstein stood and it feels as if they are radiating some positivity towards me. The following article is based on this feeling of positivity from the junction of sobriety of Science and the beautiful and fragile essence of art. Just like the way I believe there should be completely scientific people and some other people completely affiliated with social sciences, I also believe that there should also be people with a bend of mind with a blend of both of these subjects.  My point is that such people should learn and develop the skill of understanding scenarios. To know where to speak on a factual basis, be all in terms of pure logic and mathematics. Theories and laws get priority, where paradoxes and conjectures also deserve some attention. Myths deserve the least of concern. Saying this, such people should also know where to wander and get lost in the realm of poetic and artistic avenues where for a certain time everything negates logic and defies the laws of physics.  Knowing the gravity of gravity in different equations, knowing the gravity of words in poems, knowing the gravity of details in paintings and knowing the gravity of nuances in acting and many more. With this I can state that “Gravity becomes a great deal in both science and liberal arts.” I made the above statement improvising from the things that my physics teacher once said which I enthusiastically agree with. You have to understand the weightage of the very small trivial or you may say quanta elements that make up your field of artform or branch of science that you are working on.  Sometimes only algebra cannot really take you where you want to go, so you have to introduce calculus. I think there should be a switch of paradigms for a successful product. For an album to be made, I can't always pull of the whole album to be covered in one particular  standard tuning. I could play in different tunings.  To be where I want to be, I know myself that I need both algebra and calculus to solve my inner equation. In the journey I might even find a different branch of mathematics compatible with Arpan’s life equation. Or also I can say that I need to change various modes, scales , keys and chords in order to produce quality music to compose and give a proper conclusion to my life’s music album.

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स्वार्थ

                                                      

                    -अर्पण आचार्य  “मार्दी “ [ poem during deerwalk days]

मलाई मन पर्ने गीत यहाँ कोही गुनगुनाउदैन

एक्का दुक्का अपवाद छन्

मलाई मन पर्ने व्यंजन यहाँ कोही रुचाउदैन

सबका आफ्ना आफ्नै स्वाद छन्

मैले दया गर्ने व्यक्तिलाई यहाँ कसैले सहयोग पुराउदैन

किन कि सबका आफ्ना आफ्नै स्वार्थ छन् ।

कोही खुलेआम ठग्छन त कोही लुकेर ठग्छन

जसरी भएनी अज्ञानले लुटेरै बस्छन

स्वार्थी किन नहुने? जब निस्वार्थ स्वार्थ को अगाडि झुकेरै बस्छ

जसरी भएनी बेमान ले ज्ञानी लाई लुसेरै बस्छन

इमान्दारीको अवसेस खरानी ��ेमानलाई पिठो हो, त्यसैले पकाको रोटी फुकेरै बस्छन

साग सिस्नु त केवल कवितामा मात्र मिठो हो, त्यसैले सत्यवादी सधैं सुकेरै बस्छन

स्वाविमान र अहंकारबीच ठुलो भेद छ

बुज्ने को जीवनमा सितल वेग छ

नबुझ्नेले सबथोक बेच्छ

अचम्म! यहाँ अयोग्यले योग्यलाई खेद्छ

नयाँ कुरा गरम भन्नेले नानाथरी गाली भेट्छ

अन्तत साराथरी प्रयत्न पछी सकिन्न भन्ने चेत्छ

सकिन्न भन्ने चेत्छ

मलाई मन पर्ने गीत यहाँ कोही गुनगुनाउदैन

एक्का दुक्का अपवाद छन् ।

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plain bland reality मन नपरेसि त ho ni चुल MACHHAUNE CHAKKAR MA troubleको लागि निमन्त्रणा

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समय \ सन्दुक / चिया

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KU Theatre | Prahaar

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I'm an open book everyone feels like they know but actual details on the bookmark none cares about to go.

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Mustang - my mountesert !

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How does one cope with post-vacay blues ..?

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{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}

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whats your favorite quote from a great movie. Mine's this:

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Moody Allen :D

It's funny how I feel Woody Allen's movies are about himself and then they suddenly become about me. The yearnings !

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Synesthesia

I can see sounds and taste words 

Purple for misery, red for pain

My companion for life has now gone away 

My tongue perceives melancholy listening to the sounds of the train

I smell the light and drink the words

A melody and a beautiful note, enough for me to get to the roads

I have strummed some sadness, played nostalgia on the boards 

I’ve blown colors inside the flute and have painted some chords

I can listen to touch, I can hear your embrace

Even in the silence, I taste the sound of null, beautiful colors of nothingness 

Branches of perceptions overlapping in a single tree

Fusion of sensations in my brain, thanks to the almighty 

I dip my brush to the palette filled with bitterness

To sketch the truth of society

I drop my lust to the ballet filled with sweetness 

To surrender to the truth of sobriety 

I can see sounds and taste words 

Purple for misery, red for pain