monologue w shreeya

With the utmost comfortable living of wonderful creations and discoveries, it is somewhere true that the solidified blissful masks of most modern-day Homo sapiens have a hollow melancholy soul underneath in this jungle of concrete. There is this neither masculine nor feminine but a 'humane' urge to participate in this unhealthy race of being acceptable and attended. Digitalization of simple living is our daily ritual and following the trend has been our daily routine. The dependency on screens and attachment with it has increased our short-term pleasure inversely proportionating with our decreasing attention span. The attraction of being a part of screen has now been a necessity that if not then our subconscious pulls out the not so infamous feeling the fear of missing out also known as FOMO. Whether it may be a business to creation, today's world is dominated by media. Pros of it is that all the services to reduce time are all in our comfort on fingertips. Digital marketin...

Being a mind full of thoughts and noises and voices and lots, I will tell you why I prefer monologues, knowing the today's necessity of dialogues, For this time, I won’t blame my sensitive bones, But I'd say that I prefer to dive deep into tones, Of the surrounding body and the held dope mind, which has a magnetic persona to actually bind, me and my thoughts with such a huge force,  An unforgettable attachment and a feary enforce, where this present is hindered and tricked, By this lively illusionist all my mind be gripped, Also, deep down in the frontal lobe it knocks, The time of unwelcomed fear clocks, It be judgement or of misery or of attachment, Leaving a deep dark stain on the fragment, Yes sure, I'd like to open up and explain my anxious side,  But perhaps the other body won’t get it right, So, I stop this energy and a need to explain, and shut myself imitating a smile on my pain, Concerning about it less and more to heal, cause I know at the end no matter how I fee...

Recently, I watched a movie 'The pianist' falling under genre war/drama and was so thrilled by the main lead, Adrien Brody, who gave his whole soul to the character, depicting it so well. As an audience even now, while reminiscing the scenes, it makes me elated. Not giving out any spoilers but at the end, the walk of returning after years of mental trauma was so captivating. Next stop of cinema is 'Queen', a Bollywood film, full of comedy and real-life happenings, the character Rani potrayed by Kangana Ranaut and the details associated with her from her rollercoaster ride to the ride of liberty is a must watch for me. 'Bulbbul' also an Indian cinema, I guess a little underrated movie under the genre of horror/thriller was a wonderful pick. The transition of various social happenings to destructing unpleasant norms by the main lead 'Bulbbul' depicted by Tripti Dmitri was a bliss to witness.Other exceptionally remarkable add ons are The Shawshank Redemptio...

So, its 30th of Chaitra, the last day of 2079 and 2 hours left for a brand-new year. Being Nepalese and belonging to the Newari community, we have like three new years' coming along our way -English, Nepali and Newari (Nhu daya vintu na). So sarcastically, for some of these lazy bones we can always have our resolutions ready and if not in practice, patiently wait for few months and yes again a fresh new chance to redo the written decisions. Sounds not a big deal for us and yes, after all it is an expansion of this modern-day struggle-procrastination. Okay so, why do we make certain resolution? Well, the answer that my first row of brain cells got is that- the first day of a new year is considered to be a "shubha din" or a good day to start new beginnings and there will be possibility for the continuation of good work ahead. As it is in practice, false or true for me in this particular day I will definitely be flooded with some spiced up old rules, new targets all set to b...

Representing the female community of this twenty first century, i feel humble and grateful for the opportunities that i could fetch. As going a little back and narrating the story of my Maa back to 40s or 50s the lifestyle and responsibility of women were so different. Back then there was sexism and patriarchy of course in the peak and literacy of women were just about to be written in the laws. My Maa, she carried like seven children and her responsibility or life was limited in the care of family and other thoughts or dreams wouldn't even grow. Even knowledge of periods and hygiene of women were never the talk of the town. It was the beginning of revolution where rights of women were just getting attention. Coming back to the generation of my mommy, well she got education with this her thinking and involvement in matters of living is as equal to my baba. Baba, he said that the day after they got married, he sent mom to tuition as she was in the verge of completing her master'...

 Hello there, To the person who’s far from the limelight You deserve to be called beautiful who is unseeingly very bright and kind and merciful The way you want to hug the left out one and often inspire with your humble words At the end of the day when all are gone You get alone and seek for those same words You put a gentle smile To spread contentment to the world Even if you’re burdened with a pile But still you choose present and in it be swirled I am proud of you for what you are And hope you reach where you want to be You deserve to romanticize your life Not only in thoughts but in actual reality.

World’s full of enthusiastic beings and amidst it I feel like getting lost Stumbling around little things my mismanaged emotions burst I will not blame anyone for it Instead my overreacting hormone which is sensible against little of stimuli and my brain conveys a note unknown I hear a distorted sound like in an old television somewhere deep within me Which leads a reality and dream collision from where I quicker want to flee I would like to clarify you my dear reader that I am not high at all presently But sometimes gloomy time will make life a little scattered as nothing in this universe goes perfectly -Shreeya Shrestha