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.