Sunday, December 26, 2021

December 26: Lost Phone

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December 26: Siraha



हाम्रो आन्दोलन कमिशनखोर भ्रष्ट शासकविरुद्ध हो : डा. राउत जनमत पार्टीका केन्द्रीय अध्यक्ष डा. सीके राउतले सिरहाको आमहड्ताल प्रहरीविरुद्ध नरहेको स्पष्ट पारेका छन् । आन्दोलन असफल पार्न प्रहरी लागेपछि उनले सामाजिक सञ्जालमा आन्दोलनबारे उनले स्पष्ट पारेका हुन् । औरही गाउँपालिकाले किसानमाथि मुद्दा दर्ता गराएको र प्रहरीले पक्राउ गरेको विरोधमा जनमत पार्टीले आज आमहड्ताल गरेको हो । आन्दोलन सफल बनाउन जनमतका कार्यकर्ता सडकमा उत्रेपछि प्रहरीले बल प्रयोग गरेपछि पार्टी अध्यक्ष डा. राउतले प्रहरीको पक्षमा समेत बोलेका छन् । गरीबका छोरा प्रहरीहरू आफैं पीडित रहेको भन्दै डा. राउतले उनीहरु सानोतिनो तलबमा दिनरात जोतिन बाध्य रहेको उल्लेख गरेका छन् । उनले भनेका छन्, ‘हाम्रो आन्दोलन किसान र प्रहरीलाई भिडाउने, एक आपसमा जुधाउने, काठमाडौंका महलमा बसेका कमिशनखोर भ्रष्ट शासकहरूविरूद्ध हो ।’ ........ उनले किसानलाई पहिला न्याय देऊ, किसानमाथिको दमन बन्द गर, किसानलाई समयमा मलखाद र बीउबिजन उपलब्ध गराऊ जस्ता माग गरेका छन् । आमहड्ताल उल्लंघन गरेको भन्दै राउतका कार्यकर्ता तथा किसानहरु चोहर्वामा एउटा ट्रकमा आगजनी गरेका छन् । त्यसअघि मिर्चैया र गोलबजारमा दर्जनौं सवारी तोडफोड गरेका थिए । औरही गाउँपालिकाले वितरण गर्न गहुँको बीउ राखेको थियो । तर समयमा वितरण नभएपछि किसानहरु कब्जामा लिए । त्यसपछि गाउँपालिका अध्यक्ष सिदार्थ यादवले गहुँको बीउ लुटेको भन्दै चार किसानमाथि मुद्दा दर्ता गराएर फसाउन खोजपछि जनमत पार्टी आन्दोलन सुरु गरेको छ ।



दमन जारी छ, अब महाआन्दोलनको पालो : डा. सीके राउत मधेश करौडौं बत्ती बालेर झिलीमिली गर्दै धूमधामसँग छठ मनाइराख्दा मधेशका १७ सपूतहरू नेपाल प्रहरीको हिरासतमा यातना भोगिरहेका थिए । म आफैं २०७१ सालमा पहिलो पल्ट गिरफ्तार हुँदा दशैं, तिहार र छठ सबै हिरासत/जेल भित्रै बितेको थियो । ........ अन्तिम पटक रौतहट हिरासतमा रहँदा त झन् पीडादायक थियो – प्रहरीले हामी पाँच जनालाई त्यही छठको घाट हुँदै सरकारी वकीलको कार्यालय लैजान्थे, हामी छट्पटिरहन्थ्यौं । त्यो छट्पटी, त्यो यातना, त्यो विभेद अझै रोकिएको छैन । त्यसैले छठ महापर्व पछि मधेशमा महाआन्दोलनको पालो आएको छ। अन्धकाररूपी राज्यसत्ताका दमनकारी संयन्त्रहरू फालेर जनताको जीवनमा सूर्योदय ल्याउने बेला आएको छ ।



काठमाडौँलाई ‘सुन्दरमाडौँ’ बनाउने सपना काठमाडौंले ‘स्मार्ट सिटी’ होइन, हाम्रै सभ्यता अनि मौलिकताले भरिएको ‘हेरिटेज सिटी’ बन्ने सपना साँचेको छ ........ काठमाडौँवासीको पीडा भनेको धुलो, धुवाँ, जाम, पार्किङको समस्या, बेरोजगारी, गुणस्तरहीन शिक्षा, झन्झटिलो प्रशासनिक सेवा आदि हुन् । काठमाडौँले ‘स्मार्ट सिटी’ होइन, हाम्रै सभ्यता अनि मौलिकताले भरिएको ‘हेरिटेज सिटी’ बन्ने सपना पालेको थियो । काठमाडौँ ‘फ्रेन्ड्ली सिटी’ बन्न चाहन्छ, जो नागरिकमैत्री होस् । युवामैत्री होस् । त्यसका निम्ति, काठमाडौँले भिजनसहितको सक्षम युवा मेयर खोजिरहेको छ, जसले काठमाडौँबाट ‘डेलिभरी’ राजनीतिको नयाँ युग सुरुवात गर्न सकोस् । .......... १. निःशुल्क शिक्षा, टोल–टोलमा घुम्ती क्लिनिक २. सेवक सहर ३. सांस्कृतिक सहर ४. सफा हरित सहर ५. अवसरको सहर ६. यात्रु र युवामैत्री सहर

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Saturday, December 25, 2021

December 25: Merry Christmas



What We Get Wrong About Joan Didion She’s been canonized for impeccable style, but Didion’s real insights were about what holds society together, or tears it apart. ........ This was “Slouching Towards Bethlehem,” her first nonfiction book. It has claims to being the most influential essay collection of the past sixty years. ....... For all her success, Didion was seventy before she finished a nonfiction book that was not drawn from newsstand-magazine assignments. ........

The San Bernardino Valley lies only an hour east of Los Angeles by the San Bernardino Freeway but is in certain ways an alien place: not the coastal California of the subtropical twilights and the soft westerlies off the Pacific but a harsher California, haunted by the Mojave just beyond the mountains, devastated by the hot dry Santa Ana wind that comes down through the passes at 100 miles an hour and whines through the eucalyptus windbreaks and works on the nerves.

.......... There’s the entwining of sensuous and ominous images. And there’s the fine, tight verbal detail work: the vowel suspensions (“ways an alien place”), the ricocheting consonants (“harsher . . . haunted . . . Mojave”), the softly anagrammatic games of sound (“subtropical twilights and the soft westerlies”).

Didion worked hard at her sentences, and no magazine journalist has done better than her best.

But style is just the baseline of good writing. Didion’s innovation was something else. ............ Most writers of nonfiction operate in the sphere of high craft: like a silversmith producing teapots, they work to create elevated and distinctive versions of known objects. A master will produce a range of creative variations, yet the teapots always remain teapots, and the marks of individuation rise from a shared language of form and technique. Didion’s nonfiction was produced in that craftwork tradition, but it operates more in the sphere of art: it declares its own terms and vernacular, and, if successful, conveys meaning in a way that transcends its parts. ........ The late-sixties youth movements purported to be about community and coming together, but Didion saw them as a symptom of a shared society unravelling and public communication breaking down. ............ Didion had spent four years failing to write a novel called “Play It as It Lays.” What she disliked in the work in progress, about an actress in Los Angeles, was that it smelled of “novel”; everything seemed formed and directed in a way that was untrue to life. In 1969, after reworking the “Los Angeles Notebook” essay, Didion saw how to make the novel work. “Play It as It Lays” (1970) is commonly said to be about anomie, but more specifically it’s about a world in insular pieces, of characters trapped in their Hollywood realms. (Didion envisioned a novel of tight scenes, consumed in a single sitting—a book written as a movie, in other words, and thus caged within the storytelling rhythms of the industry.) ......... she argued that the so-called “democratic process” had become unlinked from the people it was supposed to speak to and for: ............

Access to it is correctly limited to its own professionals, to those who manage policy and those who report on it, to those who run the polls and those who quote them, to those who ask and those who answer the questions on the Sunday shows, to the media consultants, to the columnists, to the issues advisers, to those who give off-the-record breakfasts and to those who attend them; to that handful of insiders who invent, year in and year out, the narrative of public life.

........... Politics had come to be programming produced for élites, by élites, in a bubble disconnected from others. ........... In Didion’s view, Allen’s movies were a simpleminded person’s idea of a smart person’s picture. ......... Atomization and sentimentality exacerbate each other, after all: you break the bridges of connection across society, and then give each island a fairy tale about its uniqueness. Didion was interested in how that happens. ......... New Yorkers’ mythology about their city’s sophistication and specialness, Didion suggested, was another sentimental narrative. She had found her place in town by embracing that view, but outgrew it in time—“at some point the golden rhythm was broken, and I am not that young any more,” she wrote. ......... This claim for California as a stronghold of urbanity and groundedness was contrary, even petulant. Didion had grown up in Sacramento and began her reporting from California at a moment when the national narrative of the West Coast—what went on there, what it meant—was shaped by editors and emissaries from New York. (That hasn’t changed.) .............

where the Eastern press had decided that California stood for futurism, beaches, lush life, and togetherness, Didion insisted on a California of dusty houses, dry inland landscapes, fires and snakes, and social alienation.

........... they pinned their ideas to details of landscape: this realization fixed to this tree, or the sight of the Bevatron at night, that one to a jasmine-covered porch—the Northern California style of intellection ......... New York, she thought, had clung to sentimental narratives about melting pots and special opportunities—“the assurance that the world is knowable, even flat, and New York its center, its motor, its dangerous but vital ‘energy’ ”—to the extent of being blind to the fraying of its civic and economic fibre. In crisis, New Yorkers simply doubled down, appointing heroes or villains in the jogger case, trying to keep the fairy tale aloft. “Sentimental Journeys” was a controversial piece when it appeared, yet it offered a frame for New York’s dramas over the next three decades. Even more important,

it insisted on a link between the fate of a society and the way that its stories were told.

............ she spent her teen-age years retyping Hemingway sentences, trying to understand the way they worked ........ A trip to the Royal Hawaiian in the midst of a rocky marriage,

the right soap to pack for a reporting trip while your husband stays with the baby

.......... She is perpetually on guard about saying stuff either not clearly enough (the title “Let Me Tell You What I Mean” emerges from her work) or so clearly as to be subject to “distortion and flattening,” and thus untrue to what she means. ........ She had been taught that those who colonized California were “the adventurous, the restless, and the daring.” She had been raised to believe that, as her mother put it, California was now “too regulated, too taxed, too expensive.” .......... What created California economically and politically, she showed, was actually constant support from the East-reaching web of American society, industry, and, especially, the federal government. “The sheer geographical isolation of different parts of the state tended to obscure the elementary fact of its interrelatedness,” she wrote. The refusal to acknowledge this public interrelatedness, to insist on the determining value of the personal, the private, and the exceptional, had been California’s fragmenting delusion, and her own. ............. and found that she had not escaped “the blinkering effect of the local dreamtime.” That’s a moving thing for a writer to acknowledge, and a hard one. The final sentences of the book are Didion’s suggestion that she’s not quite ready, in her life, to give the sentimental story up. ............ “She is simply hard, a straight shooter, a woman clean of received wisdom and open to what she sees”

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