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At this time I am extremely missing those pleasant moments of Tiger Hill, where I saw new hope for the days to come. The place where the moon at the sky still remain to mild its presence with the earth lights. The orange color at the far eastern side and the sparking color of Kanchanjunga at the north make me feel like I haven’t been to this close with the nature. The morning dawn at the tiger hill was superb with the presence of different sacred color. Sun slowly starts rising far at the eastern side. Those rays when reflect at the top of the Kanchanjunga it re-energizes me. I have no words to explain the gift of the nature at this time. The only thing I could do is to regret that I don’t have the camera which I wish to have. However I capture those shots in my eyes. And after taking all these snaps( with which I am not satisfied) I saw a guy with spectacles in his eyes who was in real sense a very good looking guy. I saw him in the pavilion where he was with his family ( I noticed that later). At that time I was in search for more shots of Kanchanjunga. I opened the glass of the window from where the cool breeze was blowing directly from the mountains and everyone in the pavilion noticed me but no one dare to stop me. After taking nearly thirty shots I want to be framed in my camera with Kanchanjunga at my background. I asked one matured man to take my pictures. He accept my request without any hesitation but he didn’t have any idea with my camera. And then the guy came to capture the picture of mine. I was shocked he was the same guy whom I noticed before who happened to be the son of that man. He asked me, “Can I take your picture?” And, yes how can I say “no”. After taking the first picture he asked me for the next one. He took two pictures cladding me with Kanchanjunga at the background. I am sure I was totally blank at that time. Nothing came to my mind what to do next, what step should I have to take? For sure he is the only guy whom I stared at for the longer time. After that I just convey my thanks for taking my picture. And I moved. I was conscious not to turn back to look at him, may be he was looking at me thinking “A poor little girl”. I don’t know what he might have thought. When I explained about that guy with my friends they called me the “fool one”. Yes, I am at most time. I was hanged with that moment at my later days too. But when I think what would happen if I have talked with him more, share the contact number, email address. If in every nights we had chat, share everything, surely, that fascination slowly turns melancholic. And that special moment wouldn’t be pleasant anymore. So, now I don’t have any regret that I didn’t talk with him. But I must say Mr. Tiger Hill you are my first crush who is not the public figure. There is no any chance to meet you next time. You are from one part of the globe and I am from the another. I even don’t know what’s ur name, where do you live? I named you as “Mr Tiger Hill”. I am glad that I met you in that day which is supposed to be my most memorable morning of my life till date. All the above pictures are dedicated to you. And, at last this flower is just for you. Sunrise, the pleasant moment At this time I am extremely missing those pleasant moments of Tiger Hill, where I saw new hope for the days to come. The place where the moon at the sky still remain to mild its presence with the earth lights. The orange color at the far eastern side and the sparking color of Kanchanjunga at the north make me feel like I haven’t been to this close with the nature. The morning dawn at the tiger hill was superb with the presence of different sacred color. Sun slowly starts rising far at the eastern side. Those rays when reflect at the top of the Kanchanjunga it re-energizes me. I have no words to explain the gift of the nature at this time. The only thing I could do is to regret that I don’t have the camera which I wish to have. However I capture those shots in my eyes. And after taking all these snaps( with which I am not satisfied) I saw a guy with spectacles in his eyes who was in real sense a very good looking guy. I saw him in the pavilion where he was with his family ( I noticed that later). At that time I was in search for more shots of Kanchanjunga. I opened the glass of the window from where the cool breeze was blowing directly from the mountains and everyone in the pavilion noticed me but no one dare to stop me. After taking nearly thirty shots I want to be framed in my camera with Kanchanjunga at my background. I asked one matured man to take my pictures. He accept my request without any hesitation but he didn’t have any idea with my camera. And then the guy came to capture the picture of mine. I was shocked he was the same guy whom I noticed before who happened to be the son of that man. He asked me, “Can I take your picture?” And, yes how can I say “no”. After taking the first picture he asked me for the next one. He took two pictures cladding me with Kanchanjunga at the background. I am sure I was totally blank at that time. Nothing came to my mind what to do next, what step should I have to take? For sure he is
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हिंसा पीडित महिलाका ’boutमा अरू शिक्षित र माथिल्लो ओहोदामा रहेका महिला वा पुरुषले उठाएको आवाज मात्रै सुनिन्छ। उनीहरूकै स्वर सञ्चार माध्यममा बिरलै आउने गर्छ। यहीकारण गत महिना म स्वयं हिंसा पीडित महिलाको आवाज सुन्न काठमाडौँका केही उद्धार केन्द्रमा गएको थिएँ। सबै हिंसापीडितको रुवाइ उतिनै मार्मिक थियो। महिलाहरु धेरैजसो आफू माथिको हिंसाविरुद्ध कानुनी प्रक्रियामा गएकै छैनन् र गएकै भए पनि उनीहरूका मुद्दालाई लामो अदालती प्रक्रियामा अल्झाउने परिपाटी बसेको छ। हस्पिटलबाट डिर्स्चाज गरेपछि उनलाई पतिले नौलो ठाँउमा पुर्याए। चरम शारीरिक पीडा हुदाँ पनि पतिले इच्छा विपरीत जबर्जस्ती यौन सम्पर्क गरे। त्यसको केही दिनमै छोरासहित पति बेपत्ता भएपछि उनी नौलो ठाँउमा एक्ली भइन्। अशक्ततामा उनलाई घरट्टीले साथ दिइछन्। त्यसको चार महिनापछि उनी गर्भवती भएको थाहा पाइन्। गर्भपातका लागि ढिला भैसकेको थाहा पाएपछि स्थानीय आमा समूहले उनलाई सहयोग गरे। जेठ ७ गते छोरी जन्मिएपछि त्यहीँबाट उनले छोरी कसैलाई धर्मसन्तान बनाउन दिइन्। २०६३ साल फाल्गुण १५ गतेदेखि छोराहरूको अत्तोपत्तो छैन। सुनिता ताम्राकार(नाम परिवर्तन), २१, जो अहिले आफ्नो अढाई वर्षीय छोराको साथमा उद्धार केन्द्रमा बसेर पतिसँग पारपाचुके गर्ने प्रयासमा छिन्। उनको यो प्रक्रिया निकै लामो गराइएको छ। प्रेम विवाह गरी भित्र्याएको ६/७ महिना नपुग्दै पति र परिवारले उनलाई घरेलु हिंसामा पारे। सासु ससुराले दाइजो नल्याई भागेर आएको भन्दै पटक पटक झुन्ड्याएर र मट्टितेल खन्याएर मार्न खोजे रे। घरको पीडा असह्य भए पछि उनले माइती गुहारिन्। उनको यस कदमबाट आक्रोशित परिवारले त्यही समय छोरोलाई उनीबाट खोसेर लगे। त्यति मात्रै नभई प्रहरीमा निवेदन गरे सडकमै नाङ्गिझार बनाएर बेइज्जत गरिदिने धम्की उनले आफ्नै देवरबाट पटकपटक पाइन्। लागूपदार्थको कुलती पतिबाट कतै आफू एचआईभी सङ्क्रमित छु कि भन्ने शंकामा उनले रगत परीक्षण गरिन्। सङ्क्रमण नभएको थाहा पाएपछि बाँकि जीन्दगी आफूखुसी जीउने प्रण गरिन्। साथै पारपाचुके गरेपछि धनाढ्य पतिबाट पाइने अंश पनि नलिई आफैँ छोरोको पालनपोषण गर्ने सङ्कल्प लिएर बसेकी छिन्। त्यस्तै, आफ्नै पतिबाट हिंसा भोगेकी् पाएकी भोजपुर तिम्बा गाविसकी सुजाता राई, ३९, को कथा कम पीडादायी छैन। पतिले रक्सीले मातेर विवाह भएको २२ दिनदेखि नै पिट्ने गर्थे। उनले घर नहेरेका कारण छोराहरूको पढाइ खर्च जुटाउन अन्न कुट्ने मिलमा काम गर्दै आएकी आइन्। यस्तैमा एकदिन उनलाई चरम यातना दिएर पतिले टाउकोमा घनले हान्दा उनी बेहोस भइन्। पतिले मरेको ठानेर घरको कान्ला मुनि फालेर प्रहरीले समात्ने डरले भाग्न खोजे। छिमेकीले भाग्नुको साटो एकपटक अस्पताल लैजान सुझाएछन्। सत्र दिनसम्म त्यसरी अस्पतालमा बसेपछि उनी होसमा आइछन्। तर उनको बोली लरबराउँदो मात्रै आयो। शरीरको दाहिने पाटो चल्न सकेन। हस्पिटलबाट डिर्स्चाज गरेपछि उनलाई पतिले नौलो ठाँउमा पुर्याए। चरम शारीरिक पीडा हुदाँ पनि पतिले इच्छा विपरीत जबर्जस्ती यौन सम्पर्क गरे। त्यसको केही दिनमै छोरासहित पति बेपत्ता भएपछि उनी नौलो ठाँउमा एक्ली भइन्। अशक्ततामा उनलाई घरट्टीले साथ दिइछन्। त्यसको चार महिनापछि उनी गर्भवती भएको थाहा पाइन्। गर्भपातका लागि ढिला भैसकेको थाहा पाएपछि स्थानीय आमा समूहले उनलाई सहयोग गरे। जेठ ७ गते छोरी जन्मिएपछि त्यहीँबाट उनले छोरी कसैलाई धर्मसन्तान बनाउन दिइन्। २०६३ साल फाल्गुण १५ गतेदेखि छोराहरूको अत्तोपत्तो छैन। स्थानीय आमा समूह र प्रहरीको मद्दतबाट उनी काठमाडौको सुधार केन्द्रमा आइपुगिन्। माइती र आफ्ना भन्नुको सहयोग विवाह भएदेखि नै थिएन। शिक्षित र जान्ने बुझ्ने भएको भए समय हुदैँ पतिलाई पारपाचुके दिन्थें भन्ने उनलाई लाग्छ। सुधार केन्द्रबाट कहाँ जाने? उनको आफ्नो भन्नु कोही छैन। उनको पतिलाई सजाय त परै जाओस् खोजीसम्म हुन सकेको छैन। न्याय नपाएका हिंसापीडित महिला समाजमा थुप्रै छन्। भौगोलिक, सांस्कृतिक, सामाजिक र शैक्षिक सबै कारणबाट थुप्रै महिला आफूमाथि भएको हिंसाविरुद्ध लड्न सकिरहेका छैनन्। हरेक वर्ष महिलामाथि हुने हिंसा विरुद्ध सोह्र दिने अर्न्तराष्ट्रिय अभियान चलाइन्छ। तर त्यो अभियानका ’boutमा स्वयं हिंसा पीडित सुनिता र सुजाता जस्ता महिलालाई नै थाहा हुदैँन। नेपालको अन्तरिम संविधान, अन्तर्राष्ट्रिय सन्धि सम्झौता सबैले महिला अधिकारलाई विशेषरूपमा स्वीकार गरेर हिंसाविरुद्ध लड्ने प्रतिबद्धता जाहेर गरेको छ। तर, महिलामाथि हुने हिंसा कम हुनुको सट्टा दिनानुदिन बढ्दै गएको छ। हरेक वर्ष महिलामाथि हुने हिंसा विरुद्ध सोह्र दिने अर्न्तराष्ट्रिय अभियान चलाइन्छ। तर अभियानका ’boutमा हिंसा पीडित सुनिता र सुजाता जस्ता महिलालाई नै थाहा हुदैँन। केही दिन पहिले प्रधानमन्त्रीले राष्ट्रको नाममा गरेको सम्बोधनमा विशेष प्राथमिकताका साथ ´घरेलु हिंसा निषेध गर्दै जाने उद्देश्यले हरेक गाविसमा एक महिनाभित्र घरेलु हिंसा उजुरी केन्द्र स्थापना गरिने´ भनी घोषणा गरेका छन्। उनको यो घोषणा निश्चय नै स्वागत योग्य र प्रशंसनीय थियो। तर, अहिलेसम्म पनि केही कार्य सुरु हुनसकेको छैन। संविधान सभामा महिला हिंसासम्बन्धी प्रस्तावलाई घरेलु हिंसासम्बन्धी विधेयकको रूपमा मात्र सीमित गरी दर्ता गरिएको छ। यसले समग्रमा महिला हिंसालाई समेट्न नसक्ने यस क्षेत्रमा कार्यरत अगुवा महिलाले टिप्पणी गर्दै आएका छन्। बिस्तारैसबै समुदायका महिला जागरुक हुदैँ कुनै न कुनै रूपमा आफ्ना हक अधिकार स्थापित गर्न आवाज उठाइरहेका छन्। तर, गहिराइमा भने पुग्न अझै धेरै चुनौती बाकिँ छ। महिलाले विश्वास र पहुँच बढाउन मनोसामाजिक विमर्श र कानुनी सहायताको व्यवस्था निश्चित गर्नुपर्छ। binnidahal@yahoo.com काठमाडौँ विश्वविद्यालय महिना: नोभेम्बर 2009 Maoists Protest in Pictures Sunrise, the pleasant moment At this time I am extremely missing those pleasant moments of Tiger Hill, where I saw new hope for the days to come. The place where the moon at the sky still remain to mild its presence with the earth lights. The orange color at the far eastern side and the sparking color of Kanchanjunga at the north make me feel like I haven’t been to this close with the nature. The morning dawn at the tiger hill was superb with the presence of different sacred color. Sun slowly starts rising far at the eastern side. Those rays when reflect at the top of the Kanchanjunga it re-energizes me. I have no words to explain the gift of the nature at this time. The only thing I could do is to regret that I don’t have the camera which I wish to have. However I capture those shots in my eyes. And after taking all these snaps( with which I am not satisfied) I saw a guy with spectacles in his eyes who was in real sense a very good looking guy. I saw him in the pavilion where he was with his family ( I noticed that later). At that time I was in search for more shots of Kanchanjunga. I opened the glass of the window from where the cool breeze was blowing directly from the mountains and everyone in the pavilion noticed me but no one dare to stop me. After taking nearly thirty shots I want to be framed in my camera with Kanchanjunga at my background. I asked one matured man to take my pictures. He accept my request without any hesitation but he didn’t have any idea with my camera. And then the guy came to capture the picture of mine. I was shocked he was the same guy whom I noticed before who happened to be the son of that man. He asked me, “Can I take your picture?” And, yes how can I say “no”. After taking the first picture he asked me for the next one. He took two pictures cladding me with Kanchanjunga at the background. I am sure I was totally blank at that time. Nothing came to my mind what to do next, what step should I have to take? For sure he is the only guy whom I stared at for the longer time. After that I just convey my thanks for taking my picture. And I moved. I was conscious not to turn back to look at him, may be he was looking at me thinking “A poor little girl”.I don’t know what he might have thought. When I explained about that guy with my friends they called me the “fool one”. Yes, I am at most time. I was hanged with that moment at my later days too. But when I think what would happen if I have talked with him more, share the contact number, email address. If in every nights we had chat, share everything, surely, that fascination slowly turns melancholic. And that special moment wouldn’t be pleasant anymore. So, now I don’t have any regret that I didn’t talk with him. But I must say Mr. Tiger Hill you are my first crush who is not the public figure. There is no any chance to meet you next time. You are from one part of the globe and I am from the another. I even don’t know what’s ur name, where do you live? I named you as “Mr Tiger Hill”. I am glad that I met you in that day which is supposed to be my most memorable morning of my life till date. All the above pictures are dedicated to you. And, at last this flower is just for you.