Emptiness Or Spaciousness....??

Past few years of my life have been a great learning period for me.Life has given unexpected,shocking surprises to me. First I failed in my attempts for fixed career,as a result of which the relationship that i treasured the most came to an end. Then periods of emotional turmoil and struggle started. It has been at one time a horrifying experience for me. Months and months of rumination and reclusion from my social life to get away from the phantoms of my past was merely enough. And the most terrifying of all was the feeling of emptiness within self.

'So, you people got it?' No. Read the above paragraph again.My life was merely fulfilled because of a girl, friends, money, relatives and the social life i had. All my life i have been trying to collect more. More of what this universe has gifted me in abundance. More love, more friendship, more money and more of anything and everything that i could possibly get. A suitable word for this is greed. At one instance i lost one of those things, i got hurt, angry, sad and i even cried. I got angry and sad when a guy dedicated one of his poems to my ex-girlfriend. I got sad when she did not recieve my calls and messages. In fact, I was frustrated about everything that was happening. Emptiness for me was a existential sickness.

We all at one time or other in our life fall into this vicious circle of collection and renunciation. Our life as such keeps moving from one extreme to the other. How many times have we questioned ourselves?Despite the knowledge that universe has everything in abundance for us all, Why do we feel the emptiness? Why is it that we feel we are living with wounds that cannot be healed?Why do we keep running after these loaded subjects?

I was so exhausted of trying to fill this empty space.However I tried, it could never be fulfilled. And i know that none of you can fill it. It is so vast, unlimited and infinite. I therefore decided to stay in silence and feel it at peace.This was a beautiful afternoon and a crazy one for me. I came home after a hectic schedule of work, freshen up and texted a message to my friend. I began to feel restless. I went to my bookshelf only to see books i have read many many times. I was getting quite frisky. I needed to channelise this energy to one activity that i was not quite sure of. Something inside me was becoming aware of an unknown. I went to the store room with the same notion. A notion that both happiness and sadness,bliss and hell, beautiful and ugly are imagination. Only reality is witnessing the conscience. Emptiness is getting lost in these webs of imaginations.Huh! I was eyeing for the cartoon where i had disposed almost 300 books. Books that live with me.I was trying to open the cartoon when something banged beside me. A cloud of dust went up in the air leaving a sick smell in my nostrils. Ah! It is the suitcase. My suitcase. A navy blue coloured possession since my childhood. I opened it. There was nothing other than dust and ruts in the chains.It was utterly empty just like me. It has so much space that i decided to store my most coveted things in it.Suddenly, to my utter surprise, I got an answer. At first, I doubted myself, then it felt weird and smile spread over my face. Yes, it is unbelievable. Only thing you need to do is change the direction of your thoughts. It is not emptiness, it is spaciousness. We have enough space to bring in the world to us. There is so much space that world becomes too small for the love, riches and beautiful moments to share and life too short to live them.

There is so much within us that when we start giving, greed, possessiveness vanishes;there is so much that it never gets exhausted. Those moments came back swirling in my head when i chanted 'panchasil' from tripitak in my school days, When bhikshyu 'Kondanya' spoke out to me with his hands over my head. Yes, those times when we listened to Bikasananda, read Osho, Khalil Gibran and all those philosophers i knew of. They were so right. Rajnis was so right when he said,"experience your emptiness so totally that emptiness itself becomes fullness."

आज एउटा गीत लेखुं

आज एउटा गीत लेखुं प्रीत निवासमा

नांगिए'छ हृदय हजुर पाना पानामा

 आउछीँन की भनि बाटो हेर्छु हर सन्ध्यामा
गुहारे'छु पागल झैं मन्दिर,मस्जिद,गुम्बामा

आसुँको तकिया,बिलौनाको बिछ्यौना हर रातमा
भास्सिए'छ जिन्दगी हजुर यो कस्तो रागमा !  

 राप्ती खोली धमिली भइन् यै मासमा
झारे'छु आँसु प्रितको अपुरो आशमा   

साँचेको छु उनको याद सास सासमा
च्यातिए'छ जिन्दगी हजुर फूलको रासमा

Dear Readers,

This is a very very simple poem. But it is very very special for me at the same time.It  was written some eleven years back when i was a 8th grader. I was learning to write Ghazals at the time at the year 2057 end.Through this poem, I would love to thank Netra Atam sir, Bishnu Adhikari sir, Bhola nath Ojha sir, Dhurba Basyal sir and a lot of respect and gratitude goes to Kumar Parajuli sir who discovered a poet, a flambouyant speaker in an introvert guy. Kumar Parajuli sir if it were not for you, i would have never known what a competition is, what it is to win, to participate, to loose, to be appreciated and recognised.

The Fake Diary

It was a beautiful evening. I saw her at Sundhara and we even exchanged few words. She has avoided me for almost a year.
"she still loves you". My friend asserted.
"Don't be stupid".
"Did you look at her eyes? It was moist and she was trying hard to appear comfortable".

"I am talking no more on this. I am leaving". So, i took my leave alone atop the small hill of Halchowk. The wind was hitting hard on my face.I am familiar with it, it possess that same aroma. It has never changed from the time i have been here during the time i felt lonely, sad,irritated and desperate out of emptiness within me. It's aroma has always filled me with love,insanity and creativity.The void within me is resonating now and i smile and thank it for being there.

I was desperate to see her.But she was right in front me and i don't remember looking at her.All these years, I have been contemplating my love for her.I have been so much fascinated by my feelings for her that i have forgotten how she feels for me.Isn't that absurd?Isn't it madness that i have renounced joy for so many months. I have robbed myself of my feelings, or endless moments and seconds of ephemeral joy. Why is joy so momentary? Maybe I am right if i say nothing is eternal or another way round, everything is short lived.

'So, love is not eternal. Neither is she'- I whispered to the wind. I could feel that it was listening to me. It gently caressed my hair,the way my mother does when i am tired and sit by her side. Suddenly, she does not become important to me.I feel as light as the wind. I reassured myself that I should not live in either my past or my future.

The secret of life is not in the past.Future can neither be revealed.The complex words of my diary, the books i have read and the movies i watch do not reveal my life.I remember the words of 'tathagat' wherein he stresses that our attachment towards the things corrupt us not the things themselves.Love has always been there in abundance. My expectations were in the wrong place.

Just like Santiago says,"Maktub". It is written.I should just listen to my heart and move on.The road is long with ups and downs, it is dusty and smooth and there are bends. But i have enjoy every bit of it. I deserve it. Destiny is there to guide me.

May be the wind has read my mind.It went off as if to leave me at peace. I sit down and open my diary.

I have been content in my past.I begin to turn the pages of my diary.Every page, each words appear dull to me. They are lifeless. It is against the nature. I have never seen my Cats cry and complain. I have never felt the plants in my garden complain. They just live it sharing their blossoms in the spring.The dairy suddenly appears fake to me.I am burying it among the sands and move on to explore the life that i have. The journey has just begun..............

सवरी

त्यो दिन पुरानो याद् जस्तै अमीलो थियो,निरस थियो। असार श्रावनको पानी जस्तै धमिलो थियो ।मेरो छेउबाट एक जोडी हिडिरहेका थिए । नौ-दस कक्षामा पढ्ने जस्ता देखिन्थे । "फाल्गुन चैतमा पनि के भाको होला यस्तो?"- केटी भन्दै थि' । म पनि एकछिन आकशतिर हेरेर सोच्न थालें । मेरो आमाले सुनाउनु भएको सिलोक याद् आयो । सिलोक उनै मामाघरे हजुरबा स्वर्गिये खेमनाथ उप्रेतीले गाउनु भएको थियो करिब  चार पाँच दसक अगाडी। आजको परिबेशमा यो झन सान्दर्भिक छ:          

साउन मासमा धुलो उड्छ,

                 चैत मासमा बर्खा

समयले घुमाइ ल्याउंछ

                उल्टो उल्टो चर्खा ।

बाटोमा हिड्दै,आकशतिर हेर्दै कालो बादलमा अक्रिती कुँद्नन थालेको थिएँ । हरेकचोटी धर्ति निलुला जसरी मुख बाइरहेको अक्रिती आउँथ्यो । मन रोमान्चित भएर आयो । अफिस जानका लागि कुद्नेहरुको हूल थियो सडकमा। हतास,आतुर,ब्यग्रहरुको भिडमा म रमाएको थिएँ । छेउको पसलमा रेडियोले जापानमा गएको भुकम्पको बारेमा फलाकिरहेको थियो । आणविक भट्टीमा भएको बिस्फोटले एसिया महाद्विपभरी त्रासदी फैलाएको थियो । पुरानो ट्रली बसपार्क पछाडि एउटा पान पसल छ । त्यहाँ केही अध्बैन्सेहरु ब्यापक छलफल गरिरहेका थिए । अब त जापानी केटी छुनै नहुने भयो भनेर हाँस्दै थिए । कोहि अब नूनको अभाब हुने भन्दै नून किन्न सल्लाह दिरहेका थिए । म निसब्द, मौन,शान्त र एक्लै अगाडि बढीरहेँ ।  पत्तै नपाई कार्यालय भवन् अगाडि आइपुगेछु । म अवाक भएर अलि अगाडि सडक पारिपट्टी हेरिरहेँ ।

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 त्यो त्रिपुरा सुन्दरीको मन्दीर । त्यससँग जोडिएका बल्यकालका याद्हरु जो त्यो बादल जस्तै धमिलो छ, ती कलेज दिनहरु जब म क्लास नगै नगै कुनै केटीसँग त्यहाँ आएर बसेको थिएँ जुन  सम्झदा खुशी  लाग्छ । पर कुनामा जाइ हरियो भएर फूल लाग्न लागे जस्तो लाग्यो । एकट्क उभिएर हेरिरहेँ । या याद् ताजा गर्न हो,या याद्ले दुखेर हो, या कुनै हराएको चिज देखे जस्तो लागेर हो ।  

 त्रिपुरा सुन्दरीको गजुर मत्तियेको थियो। बादलले ढाकेको आकाशमा सुर्य लुका मारी खेलेको हो की जस्तो भान हुन्थ्यो। लेउ,खियाको बीचबाट त्यो गजुर सुर्यलाई जिस्काइरहेथ्यो । एकदिनलाई भए पनि घाम भन्दा चम्किलो देखिएको  थियो । मलाई पनि तेस्को घमन्ड देखि डाहा लाग्यो । त्यो गजुर देखि ईस्र्या लाग्यो ।म अफिस नगै सिधा त्यो मन्दिर भित्र छिरें । 

त्रिपुरा  सुन्दरीको परिसर त नानाथरी कार्यालयहरुले खायेछन् । गृह मन्त्रालयको पनि एउटा कार्यालय रहेछ । मन्दिरका सिढींहरु भत्किन लागेका जस्ता देखिन्थे । दुबो पनि उम्रिएको रहेछ ठाउँ ठाउँमा ।रंग उढिसकेको भित्ताहरु,फोहोर र संरक्षणको प्रयासको अबाभले मन्दिर पनि त्यो दिन जस्तै थियो ।  कसैले कुममा हात राखे जस्तो लाग्यो । सिमान्त रहेछ । संगै काम गर्ने साथी मेरो । चुरोटको धुँवा मेरो मुखतिर फ्याक्दै लाउनुस येस्तो बेलामा यो भन्दा राम्रो अर्को औषधी छैन भन्न थाल्यो । म हाँसे मात्र ।  सबै सोचको प्रादुर्भाब हो । त्यो अंबली हुनुमा कसैको दोश छैन । म अंबली हुन चाहन्न । कम्जोरी ढाक्न बलियो बन्ने हो कम्जोर होईन । चुरोटको धुवाँले उस्को फोक्सोको भित्ताहरु त्यो मन्दिरको भित्ता जस्तै पारेको होला ।

मैले सुइय सुस्केरा हालें । निकै ठुलो पहाड उकले जस्तो ; एउटा गरो जोती भ्याएको हलीले जस्तो । सुस्केरा सन्तुस्टीले प्रत्याभुत भए जस्तो ।

 उ हेर आयो ! आयो ! याद्हरुको भंगालोले छोप्यो । मेरो बर्तमान सोत्तर पार्ने गरि आयो; भाट्भटेनी , पशुपति,स्वप्नबाग ,बलुवाटार , जोरपाटी ।  आवाजहरु पट्यार लाग्दो;किरिमिरी कस्तो कस्तो,कन्चट मै हाने जस्तो;भाउन्न भएर आयो ।  च्याप्प समातेछ साथीले। लथ्र्याक लुथ्रुक्क परेको मेरो शरीरलाई उस्ले आड लगाइदियो जाइको फेदमा । 

म लेख्छु

म लेख्छु,
त्यो ह्रिदयेको औजारले
चेतन,अर्धचेतन र बिन्दुको सन्सर्गले
पागल प्रेमी,क्रन्दन बिचित्रको
बीक्षिप्त अक्षी रोदनले तेस्को ।
म उठ्छु,
त्यो ह्रिदयेको बैभबले
तेस्को र मेरो सामिप्यको
प्यास,त्रिस्ना,वास्नाले बनेको हाम्रो      
न रती,न मेनका,न मीरा त्यो
जस्तो संगीतले छेडेको राग त्यो
साथी
हाय!हाय! क्या द्रस्टब्य भो
वास्नाको निचोड नितम्ब या बक्ष हो?
प्रेम सुकिलो,कोमल,त्यो अमृत थ्यो
हिर्दयेको पत्र पत्र धुजा धुजा भो      
अवनिभरमा एक्लो चरित्र त्यो
म फुक्छु,
बिगुल अस्तित्वको
नभको चम्किलो तारा  त्यो
 सफलता खोज्छे जादुगर्नी त्यो
प्रेम जोख्छे तराजुमा कस्तो
पासाण कस्ती? चट्टान जस्ती
चटक्क छाडी त्यो भागी
म कोर्छु
कथा,ब्यथा पागलको,सत्यबानको
युद्ध मन्को,तनको,प्रेमको
जो जान्दिन,बुझ्दिन,सम्झिन्न तेसले
अन्तर्मनको,चैतन्यको
कोकिल डाक्छे बसन्त
त्यो प्रेम पलुकित
जागेको नदको ज्योति सरी
छताछुल्ल अगनैभरी  
म देख्छु,
त्यो आएकी टक्क टक्क
वाचाल मुटु ढक्क फुल्छ
कण कण नशको प्रफुल्ल हुन्छ
कल्मस लताले बढारेसरी
झरीले द्वेस पखाले सरी
धिक्क धिक्क यो प्रेम बिचित्र
मनोहर मन्को फोहोरी खेल
एक्लो मन स्वच्छ,स्निग्ध      
म कुर्छु,
त्यसलाई आशा जगाइ
 आएको त्यो देख्नु छ
स्पर्स प्रेमको बुझ्नु छ
ह्रिदयेको गणित हुदैन साथी
शास्त्रले त्यो बुझ्दैन फगत्
म त बिचलित मन्को उपज
चन्चल वायु बह्यो
तेस्को श्वासको सुगन्ध ल्यायो
तेजतेज हेर धड्कन कुद्यो
पत्थर मन आज नुह्यो
म जान्छु,
म हेर्छु,
म भोग्छु,  
त्यो प्रेम अजिब भावगङ्गा
ब्यधा होईन म बोधले हो
श्रवन भाद्र कस्तो आयो
एकपल साथको लागि मन रमायो
त्यो जान्दिन,जग जान्दैन
बेद जान्दैन,जात जान्दैन,धरमा जान्दैन
म लेख्छु
तेस्को प्रतिक्षामा एक जूनी कटायो !
प्रेमले प्रेम रेट्यो
प्रेमले प्रेम्कै माथ टेक्यो
चखेवी हेर भुर्‍रर् उडी
आसाका एक झुन्ड तारा खसे
मनुवा-चखेवा रुदै बसे ।

उहीले र ऐ'लेका कुरा

अहिलेका पुस्ताले 'पोप्कोर्न' भन्छन् तर मलाई भुटेको मकै भन्दा स्वाद आउंछ । अंग्रेजी लवज प्रसिद्ध छ तर मेरो भाषा मिठो र कलकलाउदो छ । खाजामा आमाले भुटेको मकै र गुन्द्रुक साध्नु भएको रहेछ । येस्तो बेला मलाई पुराना कुराहरु कोट्याउन मन लाग्छ । मेरा मामाघरका हजुरबा सिलोक भन्न माहिर हुनुहुन्थ्यो रे,त्यस बेलाका बाहुनहरुको खुबी हो त्यो । मेरो सिमित ज्ञानले जाने बुझेसम्म सिलोक गाउने सैली हो ।  आमाले एउटा सिलोक बडा मिठो भाका हालेर सुनाउनु भो । यो सिलोक उनै हजुरबाले गाउनु भएको थियो रे:

"डाँडा पाखा रैल मोटर गुरुरुरु चल्लान     

  तिम्रा हाम्रा झुपडीमा बिजुली नी बल्लान" 

त्यस बेलाको हाम्रो देशको बिकाशको थिती ठम्याउन सकिन्छ । हाम्रा डाँडा पाखामा बाटोहरु धेरै बनेका छन् त्यस बेलाको तुलनामा । साँघुरा बाटाहरु,भत्किएका बाटाहरु । येस्ता बाटाहरु जहाँ मन्त्री हिड्दा जनताका  बाहनलाई ब्याटनले हिर्काइ हिर्काइ सुबिधा उपभोग गर्छन्; तिनैबाट चुनेका मन्त्रीहरु । यो मैले काठमाडौंको सडकमा ओहोर दोहोर गर्दा बारम्बार महसुस गरेको कटु सत्य हो ।  रैल हाम्रा शहरहरुमा गुड्ने कल्पनामा हामी बल्ल रमाउन थालेका छौं । त्यहि बेलामा सिलोकमा भन्न भ्याएछन्,धन्नका रहेछन मेरा मामाघरे हजुरबा ! ती बेलाका ब्राहमणहरु तेसै कहलाइएका  त पक्कै होइनन् ।  

तिनका बेलामा बिजुली थिएन,हाम्रा बेलामा बिजुली बल्दैन । बिद्युत  उत्पादनका लागि लाईसेन्से वालाहरुको दलालीमै फुर्सद हुन्न हाम्रा उर्जा मन्त्रीलाई । उत्पादन कसरी होस्?उर्जा मन्त्रीको भब्य बिदाइ हाम्रो मानसपटलबाट गएको छैन। मन्रिका घरमा बत्ती बल्दा सम्पुर्ण रास्ट्रबासी अध्यारोमा रुम्मलिएका हुन्छन् । सर्बसाधारणका झुपडीमा बिजुली अझै धेरै बर्ष सम्म बल्दैन ।

कागज,कलम र म

कागज, कलम र म । एक हप्ता देखिका मेरा साथीहरु मलाई छोड्न मानिरहेका छैनन् । यी तठस्थ छन्।साँचै    गजबका रहेछन् । म घ्रिणा पोखुँ  या प्रेम पोखुँ , यिनीहरुलाई सन्ताप छैन न त खुशी नै छ; छताछुल्ल पोखिदिन्छन । यो फेब्रुअरी को मासमा प्रेम भुक-भुक उम्लियेर आयो । यिनले पनि तेलाई प्रस्रये दिए,मलजल गरे र मलाई प्रेमले ओतप्रोत गराइदिए । ह्रिदयेका भग्नावसेसहरुमाझ बसेर म लेखिरहेछु निरन्तर। बजार गुल्जार छ नव यौवनाहरुका उन्मत्त सौखले र मेरो डायरिका पानाहरु प्रदिप्त छन् पुराना याद्हरुले । हुन त याद्हरुमा समर्पण गर्ने मान्छे म होईन तर याद्हरुले जुन बित्रिस्ना पैदा गराउंछ तेस्का निमित्त समर्पण भाव जन्मिदो रहेछ। त्यसैले आज यिनै सखिहरुका लहडमा  बसी म आफ्नै  केरकार गर्दै छु । 

                 

बर्बर्ती खसाल्ने आसुँका दानाले मेरो निद्रा पनि भङ्ग गर्छ। उस्ले आँफैलाई त्यती कमजोर बनाएकी थीइ। उस्को त्यो हबिगत को जिम्मेवार,कर्ज्दार थीयो उस्को सोच्ने सैली। संसार भरिका दोसहरु आफ्नो थाप्लोमा लिन्थी र उस्को पोक्ची गालाबाट आसुँका दाना बर्सिन्थे।  हाँसोमा बेदना छचलकिएर मेरो जिउभरी छिटा पर्थ्यो र म उसलाई मुसारिरहन्थे,सम्झाइरहन्थे,थपथपाइरहन्थे । उ मेरो आँखामा पुलुक्क हेर्थी र हास्थी स्नेहले र विश्वाशले की म सधैं उस्को छेउमा त्यसरी नै हुनेछु भनेर । उसको आँखा ठुला ठुला गूचा जस्ता थिए । घन्टौ सम्म उस्को आँखामा हेरेर बस्न मन  लाग्थ्यो । चनचले,अल्लारे र बैंसले धपक्कै बलेकी थियी। येस्ती मेरि गुडिया थीइ । संसारलाई अफु जस्तै सोच्थी,तेसरी नै हेर्थी । सार्है सोझी थी । उसलाई अफिस होस् वा घर,बसपार्क वा माईक्रोमा होस् रुनुलाई कुनै शक्तिले रोक्न सक्दैन थियो। कहीले कति धेरै माया गर्ने मान्छे पाए भनेर रुन्थी । कसैले नलाएको माया मैले लगाएछु !   

समय बलबान छ,क्रुर छ,निर्दयी छ;समय तठस्थ छ । हामी जीवनको दौडमा जस्तो तयारीले प्रस्तुत हुन्छौ तेसै अनुरुपको समय प्रति लगाव देखाउछौ । शायद तयारीमा त्रुटी थियो र उ म भन्दा धेरै धेरै टाढा भई। म कुद्नन सकिन या उस्ले भेट्न चाहीन । मन कुडियेर आउछ,अस्थिर हुन्छ । बर्खाको झरी सरी पानी बर्सेको बर्स्यै छ र एक्लोपन बिझाइरहेछ । उ खुशी होली नयाँ जिन्दगी देखि । अब त रुन्न होली ।एकबर्ष धेरै लामो अन्तराल हो,परिबर्तित भएकी होली,सजग हुन सिकेकी होली ।

  रातको साँढे एघार भएछ,पानि अझै सिमसिम परिरहेछ। पल्लो घरमा गाउँबाट आएका एक जना झाँक्री  मेरो  छिमेकीको  छोरीको ज्वरो नीको गर्न यो रातमा सिमे भुमे फलाक्दै छन् । छिप्पीदै गएको रातसंगै मन बहकिदै छ ।   म छु ,कलम र कागज को टुक्रा छ ।यिनै सखिहरुका साथमा भावनाका हाँगाहरुमा सोइसाला खेल्दै छु । 

म त बलेको बल्यै छु...

म त बलेको बल्यै छु
ताप्न तिमी आइनौ
न्यानो अन्तै भएछ त
निभाएर किन गैनौ?

मेरो सानिध्यले पोल्यो की तिमीलाई
फर्केर नी हेरिनौ
शितल खोजेको रहेछौ त
पहिले किन भनिनौ?

म त कुरेको कुर्यै छु
भेट्न तिमिले खोजिनौ
मन अन्तै दिएछौ त
 माया लाउंदिन किन भनिनौ?

म त बलेको बल्यै छु
ताप्न तिमी आइनौ....  

Failing

Failing is painful no matter how positive i am. Past few years of my life have been a juncture of failures. I have failed  in meeting the expectations of my friends and families. I have failed in keeping my relationship intact. I have failed in my own eyes.Poor me!

I have done everything i could to keep a big smile on my face.I keep going through Shiva Khera's book "You Can Win",which revolves around the vicinities of attitude in life. Lately, I have subscribed to "The Secret Scrolls" by Rhonda Byrne and Robin Sharma's inspirational news letters.But the gestapos of failures are clever enough to see which direction i am fleeing to and they are successful in capturing me time and again.

I look back at my life. I have spent many days in trying to trace the route that brought me here but to no avail. I have often grated my memories of those halcyon days of my sophomore years in college with my failures.It is even more agonizing.Yes, those days when my lectures lauded me for my creativity,my juniors gave me five and asked for cigrattes as a treat. Those were the days when someone would call me for hours to say how much she loved me.Those were the days when she would cry to know how much i loved her. We shared many days and nights of intimacy and possessiveness and cried together out of love for each other.  But nothing is left with me after she went away from my life. I have become lonely. Retrospection is even more painful.

I need to take doses of motivational movies and books time and again. A book and a movie cannot help  me withstand my failures for more than a week.Being alone has become the best proven practice for my emotional stability. I often console myself that to suffer is my 'karma'.So, i should embrace pain. It is like treating a migraine.

These days my favorite motivational tool has been a movie 'Mongol'. The protagonist of the movie,'Temudgin'  lives a life of failures. His father was khan who was killed by his own man second to him in command. Then he keep running all his life to escape death from their hands. His house was burnt and his wife was taken away by the 'Merkits'.

I sorted out some similarities from the movie to my life. It was comforting. Just like the old man at the enemy's camp who fed him,like the monk who took his message of being alive to his wife borte; i have my father who stands beside and feed me with inspirations, i have my brother and friends who believe that one day i can win and my mother who alike Borte has an unwavering faith in my potentials.Temudgin's final war to unite the Mongols was with his brother,Jamukha who had helped him win back Borte from the Merkits. By the grace of Lord Tengri, thunder, darkness and rain began to overppower the sky above them. Jamukha's army kneeled in the ground and Temugdin won the war .

When Jamukha was presented in front of Tamudgin as prisoner of war. He asked," All Mongols fear the thunder, but not you?' "I had no place to hide from the thunder.So, i wasn't afraid anymore", replied Tamugdin. Similar is my fate.I have grown much much stronger than i knew.No more do i fear failures. Failures can no more inundate my world.Destiny is already written and i am working harder and harder each day in building the bridge to reach there. Failing is painful but i can smile and say how happy i am for her when i will encounter my ex girlfriend with someone else.Just like Tamudgin,one more time i am ready to fail so that i can bounce back strong  and say it is painful with a smile.