Wednesday, December 17, 2014

नरहरिजी, बलात्कार प्रकरणमा गोहीको आँशु किन?

पूजा बोहराको चिठी पढेपछि हतप्रभ नहुने शायद कोही थिएन । सबैलाई थाहा छ देशमा अन्यायको राज छ, तैपनि एउटी किशोरीको आफ्नै शब्दको बिलौनालाई कसैले पनि “यस्तै त हुन्छ यहाँ“ भनेर  बेवास्ता गर्न सक्ने अवस्था छैन । खास गरी सञ्चार माध्यमहरुले पूजाका अभिव्यक्तिलाई जुन स्थान दिए, त्यसले उनको सन्देशलाई लाखौं मानिससम्म पुर्याउन सहयोग गर्यो ।

Friday, December 12, 2014

John Pilger: Killing with coverge- How media actively contributed to the mass murder in Iraq

Sobering reflection on how reputed 'liberal' newspapers like NYT made it possible for US and allies to go into a devastating rampage in Iraq  in a false pretext with near-total impunity

Pilger's article needs no introduction. Just contrast this with this typical NYT column by Thomas Friedman with a thinly disguised sense of self-glory trying to make sense of the latest report about CIA's torture programs, which concludes with this: Even in the worst of times, “we are always Americans, and different, stronger, and better than those who would destroy us.”

John Pilger

In 2003, I filmed an interview in Washington with Charles Lewis, the distinguished American investigative journalist. We discussed the invasion of Iraq a few months earlier. I asked him, "What if the freest media in the world had seriously challenged George Bush and Donald Rumsfeld and investigated their claims, instead of channeling what turned out to be crude propaganda?"

He replied that if we journalists had done our job "there is a very, very good chance we would have not gone to war in Iraq."

That's a shocking statement, and one supported by other famous journalists to whom I put the same question. Dan Rather, formerly of CBS, gave me the same answer.  David Rose of the Observer and senior journalists and producers in the BBC, who wished to remain anonymous, gave me the same answer.

In other words, had journalists done their job, had they questioned and investigated the propaganda instead of amplifying it, hundreds of thousands of men, women and children might be alive today; and millions might not have fled their homes; the sectarian war between Sunni and Shia might not have ignited, and the infamous Islamic State might not now exist.

Even now, despite the millions who took to the streets in protest, most of the public in western countries have little idea of the sheer scale of the crime committed by our governments in Iraq. Even fewer are aware that, in the 12 years before the invasion, the US and British governments set in motion a holocaust by denying the civilian population of Iraq a means to live.

Those are the words of the senior British official responsible for sanctions on Iraq in the 1990s - a medieval siege that caused the deaths of half a million children under the age of five, reported Unicef. The official's name is Carne Ross. In the Foreign Office in London, he was known as "Mr. Iraq". Today, he is a truth-teller of how governments deceive and how journalists willingly spread the deception. "We would feed journalists factoids of sanitised intelligence," he told me, "or we'd freeze them out."

The main whistleblower during this terrible, silent period was Denis Halliday. Then Assistant Secretary General of the United Nations and the senior UN official in Iraq, Halliday resigned rather than implement policies he described as genocidal.  He estimates that sanctions killed more than a million Iraqis.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

In the enduring tussle with Russia, Europe blinks for now

The implications of the cancellation of South Stream gas pipeline

For some, it was nothing less than 'a rare diplomatic defeat for Mr Putin' as declared in the New York Times headline story titled Putin, in Defeat, Diverts Pipeline. On a more sobering note, however, a related news analysis in NYT itself was titled 'Putin's surprise call to scrap South Stream Gas Pipeline leaves Europe reeling'

And the conflicting message of the two titles tells it all: despite the usual spin that is involved in presenting such stories to the audience, the mainstream media (MSM) coverage of such issues with momentous geopolitical significance is incoherent and inconsistent at best. 

So, what was it all about? Was it a defeat for Putin or his new-found enemies in the Europe? And if it were a defeat for both, whose wound will be worse and lasting longer? If indeed the recent escalation of the conflict in Ukraine had some role in the development, was that decisive at all? Now that South Stream has been canceled, what is the future trajectory of the energy transactions in the region?

These questions need a comprehensive analysis rather than an agenda-driven quasi-analysis. When I was looking for the former, I came across this brilliant piece by Alexander Mercouris in The Saker Blog, and thankfully, Saker was prompt in letting me carry this article here. The length of this article is surprisingly deceptive for it comprehensively tells the whole story behind the conception and eventual death of the South Stream gas pipeline in a short essay. 

By Alexander Mercouris

South Stream would take years to build and its cancellation therefore has no bearing on the current Ukrainian crisis. The Russians decided they could afford to cancel it is because they have decided Russia’s future is in selling its energy to China and Turkey and other states in Asia (more gas deals are pending with Korea and Japan and possibly also with Pakistan and India) than to Europe. Given that this is so, for Russia South Stream has lost its point. That is why in their characteristically direct way, rather than accept the Europeans’ conditions, the Russians pulled the plug on it. 

Monday, December 1, 2014

'I am the good doctor, rest are bad'

A good doctor has limits as to how much he/she can achieve in a lifetime but the rogues have no limit, they can go on wreaking havoc for as long as they practice and can jeopardize the health of, don't gasp, the entire world population.
There is a spectrum with near-ideal doctors at one end and unconscionable rogues at the other, with majority near the midpoint. The more doctors we have near the ideal end, the better. Tragically, the trend in Nepal shows that the meticulous near-ideal doctors are being fast outnumbered by the rogues as medical education transforms itself as a conscience-free profit-seeking venture from a responsible enterprise to produce qualified doctors. 

As I wrote the first part of this series (When a hospital kills you with a bill), it was the first ever instance in which I pointed fingers at some individual doctors along with the system for the wrongdoing. I obviously expected outrage from the colleagues in the fraternity because I had dirtied my hands in showing the public the mound of dirt that our profession had become.

Many doctors were infuriated. But to my surprise, the fury—at least of the people who shared it with me—was not directed at me. Most of them argued strongly that the doctors in question should be sued for causing damage to the patient and should be exposed for bringing shame to the profession. Apparently, everyone with open eyes in the profession has been anxiously watching the proliferation of rogue doctors who pose a threat to the fellow doctors as much as the patients by bringing ill-repute to the profession.

This is what one desperate junior wrote to me:
As I observed during my duty in ICU, this is exactly the fate of many such fathers. Couldn't agree more when you wrote: the lives of the patients hinge on scrupulousness of the decision taken by a person rather than some meticulously prepared and enforced protocol based on evidence.

I was yet to see this sort of devastation before internship and used to think your analogy of butchers and doctors as an exaggeration. But now I realize even that is an understatement and our system is really rotten to the core. Now with the …. I have been painfully realizing that our entire health sector has been hijacked by the butchers.

Having reminded that, I am postponing the article outlining the solutions to the problem for some other time. Here I will elaborate the same theme from the first article now that people both in and out of the profession have been engaged to the issue with acute interest.

This brings us to the question: What makes a doctor good and what makes him/her rogue?

I am a good doctor and all others are bad; or at least, they are not as good as me.

Well, that is not my statement but a notion that an average doctor in Nepal is bound to have. 

That is because, in a country where the government lets private medical colleges fleece as much as twenty millions to make a doctor and pays twenty thousands a month as a salary after they graduate, one has to resort to private practice and for that you and only you have to be a 'good doctor'. There is no other recourse: however up-to-date and scientifically based your treatment, people will flock to the quack in the neighborhood who is simply known as the 'good doctor'.

Friday, November 28, 2014

Life and death-2

When I first met, the middle-aged father looked weary and exhausted. It was hard to guess when he had taken his last bath and the wrinkles in the face had deepened further with the strain. He had heard about my imminent arrival in the hospital from my father and was eagerly waiting for me. After a customary introduction, he opened the bundle of documents related to his daughter's illness and started to explain me what had happened.

His 25 years old daughter, married and with two children, had been diagnosed as having a cancer of unidentified site within the abdomen. After multiple hospital visits including the Cancer Hospital, they had concluded that the patient was in terminal stage and nothing could be done. She had been discharged with the advice for the attendants to 'serve' her last wishes. But as the pain became intolerable over weeks, they had brought her back rushing to the hospital again. Doubting the Cancer Hospital would admit her again, they had turned to a nearby private medical college teaching hospital where she was now being treated.

None had the idea at the time that the fateful decision to choose the private hospital over the government-owned Cancer Hospital that day would change the lives of two families forever.

My own mother was in ICU recovering from a bout of acute pancreatitis and I had come rushing back from the high Himalayas, abandoning the Annapurna Circuit trek midway through, and remained in the teaching hospital for at least a week afterwards.

My first impression after hearing the tragic story of the father was that, they should be sent back to home after prescribing enough painkillers for the patient. Keeping the patient in hospital made no sense when the chances of recovery were nil and relatives had already understood that fact. Seeing the exasperation and sense of resignation in the face of the poor father, I hastily offered to prescribe them a combination of opiate analgesic and antihistaminic. But soon I realized that it had been three years since I had last prescribed a medicine in a card or slip and even forgotten the dose. Moreover, it was not easy to convince the pharmacists to sell the abuse-prone opiate analgesics, that too in large amounts, without a proper prescription slip with hospital's name.

Eventually I decided not to prescribe the medicine immediately. Then my enthusiasm dissipated slowly and I left the father at the mercy of hospital doctors.

After initial disappointment, the father came closer to me again slowly and I was introduced to his son-in-law, the husband of the patient who had directly flown to the hospital from foreign employment in Malaysia. His face was even more pathetic and stony-looking and it was impossible to read it further. He was tormented to the core by the wife's illness as well its financial implications as he had to leave his job in Malaysia and had two children at home to take care of. He was at the brink and it appeared that he just came to see the face of his wife before she died because the prognosis had been explained to the father that way during the previous hospital visits.

Slowly both the in-laws started sharing their grief with me.

Eventually, the treating doctors came up with a fateful 'magical' idea for her treatment. Suddenly they counseled the duo that the disease crippling their loved one may not be cancer at all. The patient was now all bone and skin with round and hugely distended abdomen, but they told them it could easily turn out to be tuberculosis. All that was done for diagnosis so far was imaging and in the absence of tissue diagnosis, it was impossible to theoretically refute the possibility of tuberculosis. Rational reading of the imaging reports, though, left no doubt with the diagnosis of a cancer; beside the bulky main lesion in the abdomen, other mass lesions had appeared in multiple vital organs like liver and kidney impairing their functions.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Life and death-1

Encounter with a speeding car: Some reflections on life and death  

The other day, I was late from work and was hurrying back to home. The dusk had already settled. I was walking lost in thoughts and had to cross the road near a busy crossroad to catch the vehicle on the other side.

When I was midway through the road, a speeding car came flashing its light with blinding glare. I had no time to think and decide but I retreated back about three steps spontaneously. I was dumbstruck; the driver didn't even bother to press the brakes once and the car disappeared in the same speed, as if I were an ant invisible to him.

As I calculated, I had saved myself as my instincts had intervened timely, it was a matter of a split second, a fiftieth of a second may be. It was by far my closest brush with death. With that speed of the car, an alternative to death would be even worse, a disabling injury in spine or elsewhere. After the blank phase of the mind gave away, I squeezed my eyes and carefully watched to all four sides. The zebra-cross was there within thirty meters from the point. As happens often enough, I had just walked across the road absentmindedly.

Clearly, the fault was entirely mine; the driver had no vision of me when he was speeding on the other side of the islet erected at the center to divide the traffic at the crossroad. When he saw me within few meters ahead, I would be anyway hit by the car before he managed to hit the brakes at the end of the reaction time. Either he too was dumbstruck and could not even press the brakes timely despite his wish, or it was habitual for him to run over people.

In either case, though, I had blatantly violated the traffic rule by not using the zebra-cross. That my life was spared that day was purely the function of my instincts that prompted me to retreat back just in time. Even a hasty decision to run forward would have been, as I calculated later, disastrous because the other end of the car's front-side would have hit me in that case.

But did I deserve to die for that seemingly minor fault? May be, may be not, depending upon how you view this entire thing.

Well, what would have happened if I had died a devastating death on the roadside that day?

The other day, the point of time would have moved a day away from the moments of my last existence. People would pay their condolence and share their grief for few days. May be, some of them would even bother to carry a condolence note at the bottom of a newspaper page. I would be missed, and who knows, even I could miss all the worldly things.

My friends would be obviously devastated but even the enemies would not be happy either (they must be wishing for me something worse than death, let's say, a long life of suffering and humiliation.) For some, nostalgia of moments with me would grip for long enough, for others, the plans involving me would make them realize the loss. Still others would pity the way I suffered and died. Those who played mischief with me would possibly regret having done that. Those who had scores to settle with me would scratch their heads and mumble: well, that bastard deserved that fate, but now that he is gone, whom will I settle my score with?

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

यतिखेर प्रधानमन्त्री सुशील कोइराला अफ्ठेरोमा छन् । सार्क तयारीको चटारोको बेला डा गोविन्द केसीले आमरण अनशनको घोषणा गरेपछि उनको अफ्ठेरो बढेको हो ।

तर समस्या समाधान गर्ने सुशीलजीको आफ्नै शैली छ । शुरुमा समस्या छ भनेर स्वीकार नगर्ने । स्वीकार गरेपछि समाधानको पहल नगर्ने । पहल गरेपछि अधुरो पहल गर्ने र सकेसम्म समस्यालाई टालेर पछिका लागि सार्ने ।

पहिले पटक पटक डा केसीले भेटेर माग पूरा गर्न आग्रह गर्दा त्यसको सुनुवाइ भएन । बाध्य भएर उहाँले फेरि अनशनको घोषणा गरेपछि सुशीलजीको पहल शुरु भयो । तर समस्या समाधान गर्न हैन कि पछिका लागि सार्न ।

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Tulke: Making us proud as Nepalis

In Nepal, we are not advancing economically, we are stunted and dwarfed in other arenas like sports, our education and health services are regressing; so it is a full-scale tragedy if we cannot progress even in fields in which individual excellence and innovativeness can make up for the apathy and negligence of the state. Plays have been here as the silver linings in the cloud for quite some time. Now they are joined by some refreshing movies like Kabaddi and TVT. The future may not be quite as dark as it has been so far when it comes to arts and literature in Nepal.

For some reason or the other, I am yet to watch the Nepali movie Loot even though everyone who has watched it has recommended it as a must-watch.

But it was not the case with Talakjang vs Tulke (TVT), the other movie from the same director. At the first opportunity, I went to the theater to watch it.

The first thing that came to my mind while sitting to review this movie was the Eric Valli's masterwork Caravan. While I enjoyed Valli's ingenious movie, the contrast with 'mainstream' Nepali movies was obvious and that reminded me of how utterly backward our own film industry was, thereby diluting the joy of watching a good movie.

The movie reminded just how good a movie could be created inside the physical boundaries of Nepal by tapping into what we already have: an ever-luring  beauty of the landscape, the scarcely researched cultural themes and the talented people with real life hurdles unimaginable for many in the worlds yet with ability to act impeccably in real as well as reel lives. What we were--and are, to say rather sorrily--doing instead was shamelessly and skill-lessly copying the frame of so called formula-based movies from Bollywood and simply breeding the ugly and uninspiring movies.

That was and remains a real tragedy, for a society can never progress in its entirety unless the arts and literature fronts, like many others, languish in dark.

Friday, November 7, 2014

American Voters perplex me once again: Old wine in new bottle?

Well, I am not an analyst at all when it comes to America. And you can hardly call me a US-watcher, though I watch it carefully. Subscription of Int'l New York Times, the prototype of mainstream journalism, in print has made it easier to be in touch with events there but it has not helped me to dispel the sense of ignorance and vagueness about America as a society and country. Rather the contrary. Here is one advantage though, having read the typically brief columns at NYT, I'll try to keep this commentary brief.

I think I can understand something about the frustration of people at Obama and his government now into the last two years of a eight-year tenure. But the choice of Republicans to lead both the houses as the alternative doesn't seem to me quite that intelligible.

If the American voters think they are in perpetual quagmire, both domestically and internationally, it is probably what it looks like from there. But for the rest of us navigating through far worse situations, a quagmire doesn't even start from where the Americans are now.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

प्रचण्डजी! कुन नैतिकताले संघीयताको कुरा गर्नुहुन्छ? (बहससहित )

श्री पुष्पकमल दाहाल,

अध्यक्ष एनेकपा माओवादी

समाचारहरु पढ्दा लाग्छ देश अहिले ऐतिहासिक दोबाटोमा उभिएको छ । संविधान घोषणाको डेडलाइन नजिकिएसँगै देशमा अहिले कुन खालको संघीयतामा जाने भन्नेमा दलहरुको रस्साकस्सी चलिरहेको छ भनिन्छ । त्यो रस्साकस्सीमा बाँकी प्रमुख दलले विगतका सहमति र सम्झौताहरु लत्याएर २०४६ पछिको एकात्मक राज्यमा जान खोजेको र खाली एमाओवादीले मात्र विभिन्न आन्दोलन, विद्रोह र तिनका शहीदहरुलाई न्याय दिने गरी सही अर्थको संघीयता र राज्य पुर्नसंरचनाका लागि लडिरहेको यहाँको दाबी छ ।

 तर दुखको कुरा, फूलबुट्टा भरिएका वक्तव्य अनि विद्रोही र उत्तेजक भावले भरिएका भाषणले जे भन्छन्, यथार्थ त्यस्तो हुँदैन । बोली र व्यवहारबीचको यो दुरी जति बढ्दै जान्छ, व्यक्ति मानसिक रुपमा उति नै विचलित हुँदै जान्छ र अन्तमा यथार्थसित पूरै टाढिएर जान्छ । र त्यो भनेको एउटा गम्भीर मनोरोगको अवस्था हो, भलै समाजमा र खास गरी राजनीतिक नेतृत्वमा मनोरोगीहरुको बाहुल्य भएसँगै त्यसलाई रोग भनेर साध्य नहुने अवस्था हामीकहाँ किन नहोस् ।

 त्यसैले तपाइँका दाबीहरु सत्यको कति नजिक छन् भनेर बुझ्न तिनलाई यथार्थको कसीमा राखेर हेरौं ।

 मेरो बुझाइमा संघीयता दुई किसिमको हुन्छ । एक, मानिसहरुलाई अन्यायमूलक यथास्थितिबाट मुक्ति दिन विगतका शोषक संयन्त्रहरु भंग गर्दै भविष्यमा केन्द्रित भएर निर्माण गरिने संघीयता । यो संघीयता भुगोललाई चिराचिरा पार्नभन्दा पनि समाजमा व्याप्त उत्पीडन, गरिबी र पछौटेपनलाई अन्त गर्नमा केन्द्रित हुन्छ । आधुनिक मानव समाजमा त्यसका लागि स्रोत साधनको वितरण तथा प्रगतिका अवसरहरुको न्यायोचित वितरण अपरिहार्य हुने हुँदा यस्तो संघीयताको मुल चुरो त्यस खालको वितरण हुन्छ । जनताको नाम रटेर र जनताका काल्पनिक दुश्मनहरुलाई सरापेर त्यो कहिल्यै सम्भव हुँदैन ।

Sunday, October 26, 2014

आम मानिसका लागि यथार्थ खास राजनीतिक दल, समूह वा नेताले बयान गर्ने गरेझैं सरल वा श्यामश्वेत छैन । जसलाई पहिचान र आत्मसम्मान चाहिएको छ, उसैलाई रोजीरोटीका लागि सुशासन पनि चाहिएको छ । भोकै र नांगै कुनै पनि मुद्दाका लागि कसैका पछि दौडन तयार छैनन् मानिसहरु । व्यक्तिले मिलेसम्म सबै भौतिक, मनोवैज्ञानिक र सामाजिक आवश्यकताहरु पूरा होऊन् भन्ने चाहन्छ तर जुन दिन ती आवश्यकताहरुबीच छान्नुपर्ने बाध्यात्मक अवस्था आउँछ, त्यो दिन पेट भर्नु र आङ ढाक्नुले प्राथमिकता पाउँछ । 

Saturday, October 25, 2014

आइसीयुबाट स्वास्थ्यक्षेत्रको चिठी-

- सुभास लामिछाने 

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Appeal to save Nepal Medical Council

Dear doctors and to-be-doctors,

I am not here to defend this or that person or to justify this or that action of Nepal Medical Council. A lot of lapses has been seen on part of the NMC officials in the past and the current team may not be the best we can get. (Yet this is the team most of whose members we duly elected.)

But there is no ignoring that, whether it is due to pressure from CIAA or due to a delayed flash of conscience among the officials, NMC has taken some commendable steps in the recent past towards bringing back the long derailed medical education system in the country into its tracks.

And precisely this action of theirs has invited them the troubles. A reliable source says that (I have no contact channels to our elected body members) the Health Minister, after staging a drama of forming a committee, has been pressurizing the Council to either increase the seats of medical colleges where it was decreased this year or simply face dismissal.

How is that possible? You may ask. But anything is possible in this justice-forsaken country. This particular minister is ready to do anything to preserve his personal and party interests.

त्रि वि र स्वास्थ्य मंत्रालय: दुई खलनायकको कथा

अहिले स्वास्थ्य मंत्रीको यो प्रयास सफल हुनु भनेको भोलि नेपालमा योग्य चिकित्सक कसरी बनाउने भन्ने निर्णय बाँसबारीको काउन्सिलमा हैन बल्खु, सानेपा वा पेरिसडाँडाका पार्टी कार्यालयहरुमा हुनु हो । चिकित्सकहरुको यत्रो प्रतिरोध र व्यवधान हुँदा त यिनले चिकित्सा शिक्षालाई सुपारी तस्करीजस्तै खाली कमाइको भाँडो बनाइसकेका छन्, त्यो पनि पार गरे भने अझ के के गर्लान्? 

चार दशकभन्दा बढी समयसम्म निरन्तर बिस्तार र विकास भएर महाराजगञ्जस्थित अस्पताल जुन अवस्थामा पुगेको छ, एउटा बेनाम अस्पताललाई त्यो अवस्थामा पुर्याउन यही स्थितिमा अरु चार दशक नै लाग्ने देखिन्छ । तबसम्मका लागि यी मानसिक रुपमा विचलितहरुको गुरुयोजना के हो? एउटा सुई नलगाई डिग्री पाउने नर्सहरु? एउटा जाँच नगरी डिग्री पाउने ल्याब जनशक्ति? एउटा सीटीस्क्यान नदेखी डिग्री पाउने रेडियोलोजी प्राविधिक? एकाध बिरामी जाँच्न नपाई डिग्री पाउने चिकित्सक?

यी खलनायकहरु पदबाट झर्दा त्यहाँ अकस्मात् नायकहरुको उदय होला भनेर सपना देख्ने  स्थिति त  छैन तैपनि यिनमा  भन्दा कम  दुस्साहस र आपरधिकता भएका मानिसहरु आए भने केहि भए पनि  अवस्था सुध्रिएला भन्ने झिनो आसाचहिं जीवितै छ। 

लिखित आख्यानमा होस् वा नाटक वा चलचित्रजस्ता श्रव्यदृश्य आख्यानमा होस्, असल र खराबबीच द्वन्द्व देखाउनु छ भने त्यसका लागि एउटा नायक र अर्को खलनायकको सृजना गरिन्छ । खलनायक जति क्रुर, दुष्ट र भयावह, नायक उति नै सज्जन, साहसिक र बुद्धिमान । एउटा कमजोर खलनायकको सामुन्ने राम्रो नायक पनि त्यति राम्रो देखिन छाड्छ ।

पछिल्लो समयमा कुनै पनि व्यक्ति निरपेक्ष असल र खराब हुन सक्दैन, त्यसैले फर्मुलामा बनाएका भनिने नायक र खलनायकवाला चलचित्रहरुले समाजको सही चित्र उतार्दैनन् भनेर वैकल्पिक विधाका धेरै शक्तिशाली चलचित्रहरुले व्यक्ति व्यक्तिबीच त्यस्तो लक्ष्मण रेखा खिच्न छाडेर एकै व्यक्तिको मनोविज्ञानका असल र खराब पाटाहरुको चित्रण गर्ने प्रयास गरेको पाइन्छ । हुन पनि समाजमा फर्मुलामा बनेका चलचित्रहरुमा झैं सज्जनता र साहसको भण्डार भएका तर कुनै अवगुण नभएका नायकहरु पाउन असम्भवप्रायः छ । दुर्भाग्यवश, चलचित्रका खलनायकहरुसित मिल्ने मानिसहरुचाहिं यत्रतत्र पाइन्छन्, जसमा मानवता र अन्य मानवसुलभ गुणहरु भेट्नु असम्भवप्राय हुन्छ । तिनीहरुबाट आम मानिसहरु त्रस्त भइरहने अवस्था छ ।

केही दर्जन, केही सय वा हजार मानिसलाई त्राहिमाम पार्ने वा तिनको जीवन तहसनहस पार्ने खलनायकहरु समाजमा गनिसाध्य छैनन् । तिनबारे एकाधको चर्चा यदाकदा मिडियामा हुन्छ, अनि मानिसहरुले बिर्सन्छन् र सबै काम यथावत् हुन्छ ।

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Dashain issue 2071

Is South Asian Left being left behind by history?

Cover Story
by Jiwan Kshetry

by Samir Nazareth

Nepal Special

Special Essay:
by Jiwan Kshetry

 More from Archives on Cover Story:
Interview with Anonymous
Interview with Prof Chaitanya Mishra

by Prakash Lamichhane

Media critique
by Jiwan Kshetry
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World politics, from the Archives:
Interview with Jeremy R Hammond, editor of Foreign Policy Journal

Society and religion
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Monday, September 29, 2014


So much of evil around us, yet the world is full of life and beauty.
The lute player by  Dirck van Baburen, 1622

So much of thorns around, yet the flowers bloom every season.

So much of downpour during the summer, yet the sun shines brightly between the raining spells and does so continuously as soon as it is autumn.

So much of stagnation in life, yet we occasionally flow like a river in the mountainside.

Paradoxes, that instead of being resolved, transform from one another.

That is probably what captures the essence of life. There is nothing uniformly bad or uniformly good, no time uniformly depressing or uniformly blissful, no terrain uniformly barren or uniformly fertile.

What blossoms today will dry up and tumble down tomorrow, that shines today will fade tomorrow. Rust will cover what glitters today.

Darkness after light. Night after day. Death after life.

Yet we are so absorbed in our own cocoons, our own minuscule worlds, that we take them for the whole world, one moment for eternity and one stretch of land for the universe.

How wrong we are.

Over time, I have come to see the grey shades in so many things that I used to see in black and white earlier. But I know there is a very long way to go ahead, in terms of understanding the world and in terms of understanding myself.

When we know little, it is better to be aware of the fact rather than believing that we know everything that is there in the world to know.

Sincerely acknowledging the ignorance within, I am in a journey of what I call a quasi-journalism. I'll have no objection if the quasi- part is removed sometime in future.

This Dashain issue of the blog is dedicated to all those who are aware of their relative ignorance and are on way to educating themselves towards the better understanding of the world, and themselves.

As always, my sincere gratitude to the guest contributors.

Happy reading and writing. Happy Dashain.

जीवन, खुशी र अहंकार

चेखवले यो लोक छाडेको पनि शताब्दी बितिसक्यो, तर मलाई अहिले पनि मानवता उनले वार्ड नं ६ मा बन्द गरेर गएको आन्देइ्र एफिमीचसँगै कैदी छजस्तो लाग्छ । कहिलेकाहीं उसको बौलट्ठीपूर्ण क्रन्दन जेलका पर्खाल तोडेर बाहिरसम्म आउँछ तर हामी सब चुपचाप छौं किनकि हामी सबै स्वतन्त्र छौं र त्यसै हुन चाहन्छौं । हाम्रो स्वतन्त्रताका लागि कैयौं आन्द्रेइहरुले पागलखानाको चौघेरामा बसिरहनुपर्छ । जगत्को रीत तोडेर हामी उनीहरुको साथी बन्न जान सक्दैनौं ।

खै किन हो, केही दिनदेखि निद्रा पातलिएको छ । एक रात रातभर ननिदाइकनै सपना देखिरहें । भन्नुको मतलब निन्द्रामा पुग्नुअघिको तन्द्रा अवस्थामै सपनाहरु सुरु भए र हरेक सपना सिद्धिनेबित्तिकै ब्यूँझिहालें । हरेक सपनाको बीचमा अर्ध निद्रामा सोचिरहें, आज किन निद्रा पातलो छ ।
मेरा दुइखाले पाठक साथीहरु छन् । जो पहिला पाठक र पछि साथी भए, उनीहरु सामान्यतः मेरो लेखाइप्रति गुनासो गर्दैनन्, गुनासो नभएर हो वा गुनासो गर्न चाहिने निकटताको अभावले हो, मलाई थाहा छैन । जो पहिला साथी भए र पछि पाठक बन्ने प्रयास गरे, उनीहरु इमान्दारीपूर्वक भन्छन्ः तिम्रो लेखाइ क्लिष्ट, लम्बेतान र बोझिलो छ, शुरुका र अन्तिमका केही अनुच्छेदबाहेक पढ्न नसकिने । म हाँस्छु तर कुनै वचन दिन्नँ कि उनीहरुका सुझाव व्यवहारमा लागू हुनेछन् वा छैनन् । यो मपाइँत्व शुरुमै किन गर्न परेको भने, यो आलेख शुरु गर्दा यो कति हजार शब्दमा तन्केर जान्छ, त्यसको मलाई अनुमान मात्र छ । त्यसैले छोटो र मिठोको स्वाद लिन चाहने साथी पाठकहरुका लागि बेलैमा बाहिरिने मौका दिने प्रयास हो यो ।

मिडिया कटाक्ष: सम्पादकको अवसान भएकै हो?

(This article was written on Feb 13, 2013 but has not been published anywhere earlier).

सम्पादकलाई मार्ने प्रयासहरु नभएका हैनन्, ती मार्ने प्रयास पूरै असफल भएका पनि छैनन् । तर अहिलेको अवस्थामा सम्पादक मरिसकेको हो कि थङ्थिलो भएर लडेर फेरि तंग्रिने प्रयास गरिरहेको हो? एउटा स्वाभिमानी सम्पादक धनी संचार गृहमा नअटाउनु भनेको सम्पादकको अवसान हो कि फरक र बागी पत्रकारिताको जन्मने अवसर? कतै अहिलेको संकटले दक्षिण एशियाली पत्रकारितामा नयाँ र सुनौलो युगको जन्म दिने सम्भावना बोकेको त छैन?
चानचुन छ वर्षको सक्रिय लेखनमा झण्डै तीन सय लेख वा सामाग्री आफ्नो ब्लगमा प्रकाशित गरिरहे पनि तिनमध्ये एउटा मात्र पूरा लम्बाइको स्तम्भ कागजमा प्रकाशित गर्न सफल थोरै भाग्यमानी लेखकहरुमध्ये म पर्छु होला । त्यस हिसाबले मेरा कति लेखहरु कति जना र कुन कुन सम्पादकले प्रकाशित गर्न अस्वीकार गरेका छन्, त्यो हिसाब गर्न मेरा चलाउन छोडिसकेका इमेल खाताहरुसमेत खोलेर हेर्नुपर्ने हुन्छ । यसबीच अनलाइन सञ्चारहरुमा मेरा जति लेखहरु प्रकाशित भए, ती सहृदयी सम्पादकहरुले स्वीकृतिमार्फत् दिएको शिक्षा र नेपाली तथा अन्तर्राष्ट्रिय सञ्चारमाध्यमका अन्य सम्पादकहरुले अस्वीकृतिमार्फत् दिएका शिक्षाहरु एक लेखकका रुपमा मेरा लागि बराबर महत्वपूर्ण भएजस्तो लाग्छ ।

तत्कालीन चीन र सोभियत संघका शासन व्यवस्था साम्यवादी थिएनन् -प्रा. चैतन्य मिश्र

फ्रान्सेली क्रान्ति र बोल्शेभिक क्रान्तिदेखि नेपालको पहिचान र संघीयताको मूद्दासम्मको मिहीन विश्लेषण
प्रा. चैतन्य मिश्र

विगत तीन दशकभन्दा बढी अवधिसम्म प्राध्यापनरत प्रा. चैतन्य मिश्रलाई नेपालको एउटा प्रखर समाजशास्त्री तथा अर्थशास्त्री र राजनैतिक विश्लेषकको रुपमा चिनिन्छ । हाल त्रि वि केन्द्रीय क्याम्पसको समाजास्त्र संकायमा प्राध्यापनरत मिश्रलाई उहाँको पुँजीवाद र नेपाल लगायतका पुस्तकहरु तथा विभिन्न विषयमा उहाँले गर्नुभएका शोधहरुले पनि चिनाउँछन् । पछिल्लो समयमा समाजशास्त्रका शोधमा ज्यादा समय बिताउने गर्नुभएका मिश्रको चाबहिल स्थित घरमै पुगेर लिइएको यो विस्तृत अन्तर्वार्तामा उहाँले विश्वका केही महत्वपुर्ण ऐतिहासिक परिघटनाहरु देखि लिएर नेपालको पहिचान र संघीयताको प्रसंगसम्म खुलेर आफ्नो धारणा राख्नुभएको छ । 

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Somebody has said: “I was born intelligent but education ruined me”. I was born a mere child, as everyone is, and grew up as an ordinary teenager eventually landing up in youth and then adulthood. The extent to which formal education helped me to learn about the world may be debatable but it definitely did not ruin me. There were, however, things that nearly ruined me. There came moments when I contemplated some difficult choices. And there came and passed periods when I underwent through an apparently everlasting spell of agony. There came bends in life from which it was very tempting to move straight ahead instead of following the zigzag course.

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