A sense of
class-consciousness
-BP BADAL
The sweetest
memories of childhood school days are the best period of human life. A child is
a father of future man. Child has future and hopes to be grown up. All of we
have to grow up and up gradually. As a
member of middle class family, I had to join the government school in
Sanepa. The lust on opportunities and
education had attracted a pool of rural people in urban Kathmandu. Our class
was a good example of countrywide inclusion and reciprocity. Our class was full
of full of caste with mutual respect and tolerance. The class was a good example
of all citizens living together around the country as in Kathmandu.
Among
us, four of we were the best friend furnished with four colors of caste. We were close, caring, loving and kindhearted
to among all. We did lots of fun. We studied and shared everything together. Our intimacy was so close that even in
Saturday we had to fix certain programs because it was very difficult to pass a
day without meeting each other. Steps
by steps we grew up to teen-age. When the word 'teenage' comes in mind, it
strikes the heart. It takes back to the
journey of love of our lives. Sweet, sensational, and romantic teenage is the
experience of first love. It was an
autumn of our life. We as all of we
crossed the age with feelings and sharing our romance and love each other. We
used to talk about then purposing methods, writing love letters, following,
glaring and teasing girls in our that stage of life. We used to get pee in queue with fun. Of course, we used to share our tiffins
together. We used to share it in a big newspaper that was a combination of Himal Pahad and Tarai. It used to be a great party with, chhoila, wo, musya, khorna, torma, yam,
yomori, potato, bodi, tama, sel, puri, kasar, roti, lakhamari, sya bhele, urim,
khir, dahichamal etc.
With
lots of fun, romance and difficulties we were succeed to have relation with our
girlfriends. Our team became more inclusive and strong. Our girlfriends were
good cooks and used to bring the cuisine in our enjoying picnic and parties.
Culinary arts and food culture of Nepal is very diversified and related with
caste and ethnicity. Now days all of we together visit Newari, Indian and Tibetan
restaurants to taste the variety of foods attached with culture ethnicity and
symbolism. Along with these foods we celebrate
festivals of Himal Pahad Tarai, like Chhath,
Holi, Udhauli, Ubhauli, Sakela, Buddha
Jayanti, Maghee, new year, Dashain,
Dipawali etc. altogether with great importance. The food of each festival
used to be our school-tiffin. After
school life our tastes were also diversified we learned to booze. Tadi,
Chhanj, Jand, Aila, Airak, Thon, Tomba etc. were our special drink.
Whatever we used to get we had to finish it until a last drop. Chhoila was best among our girlfriends. They
used to bring very fresh and hygienic Tarkari, Achar and Masu in our get together.
As
a modern young heart, we had mentally judged that politics is a dirty game. We
assumed politics is a game of poly tricks or ploy trick. However, we had a
complete sense of politics. We used to
talk about the great revolution of 1990, first tenure of GP Koirala, murder of
Madan Bhandari, dissolve and formation of house by GP Koirala, Royal massacre,
Pajero scandal of sherbahadur and Maoists war. Who killed Madan Bhandari? It was a consequence of dirty game plan of
politics. We had noticed baseless proud of GP Koirala to dissolve and reform of
parliament. Who killed family of king Birendra -Gyanendra, political parties,
or Dipendra? It is still in
mystery. Sherbahadur criminalized the
politics by establishing great trading of lawmakers. Jumbo Ministry and pajero scandals were the
example of criminality.
The
worst era of politics began when the Maoists war was out broken by the malfunction
of unpopular leaders. 15,000 lives were sacrifice for nothing and no one has
taken the responsibility. When Gyanendra
kicked GP Koirala, went to join the throat with Maoists. Unholy and unreal
relation with Maoists was the temptation and thirst to be the first president
of Republic Nepal. Constitution assembly
has been dissolved with the same temptation of Prachanda to be the first
executive president of Nepal. Maoists
are two steps ahead among other political forces. This scenario has witnessed a
shift of debate from class to caste.
Our
conclusion was true and finally proved.
We cannot trust them because they are unsuccessful. They shift the
debate on caste that we cannot tolerate. None of the older leaders will win in
coming election. There is vast different
between identity and caste but in the name of identity they imposed the
dishonesty and enemy among the caste and nationalities. We cannot tolerate the
caste division; all of we want to live together. We want to live as we were in
our sweet teen school days. We want same
love and harmony among all our team. We are fine but our elders are trying to
manipulate and teaching us about our caste as our identity. I finally request to all stakeholders of my
country to preserve my childhood memories, love, mutual respect and harmony
among us.
