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COVER STORY
A Reason to Believe by VIKASH PRADHAN AND SUBEL BHANDARI
"Lord won't you tell us tell us what does it mean Still at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe" The great festival of Dasain ushered in a sense of peace in the Valley. The daily toil and bitter memories of the recent past give way to the mad rush for bus and airplane tickets. It was the time of the yearly exodus away from Kathmandu - while life in the city settled into languid merry making, buses and airplanes, filled beyond their capacity, ferried passengers making it home for tika. Dasain marks the victory of good over evil. In this year's context, it also signified resurgence the wounds of 1 Sept. still fresh, the city woke up to the festival with renewed vigour. New Road, always a traffic nightmare during this time of the year, saw throngs that rivaled those of the good ol' peaceful days. Shops did brisk business while khasis in the thousands, and buffaloes in the hundreds, tasted cold steel in the name of religion and otherwise. Rita's plight, and Khalil's, Hari Raj's, Dhanram's and the others, provided an interesting contrast and foil to the Dasain fanfare and festivities. In this age when heroes are mostly restricted to comic books or the pages of history, they stand out as supreme examples of gut, grit and resolve. It just takes a bullet or a rope to end a life but it takes more than a fair amount of effort to live. Our heroines and heroes do not sport shining armour, they do not inspire awe, and they rather blend and disappear in any crowd. They are part of a larger humanity; their only act of heroism is survival and holding on to a dream. In the current Nepali context, dejection and frustration are rather common. Some of our best and ablest minds have already given up, a few economic giants have collapsed and politically too, nothing good seems to be in the offing soon. A cloud of uncertainty and doubt hangs over even the spirit of Dasain the question, what after the festival, dilutes the celebrations. Hope is hard to come by, and it is in exactly such a scenario, that Rita and the others stand out. Rain or shine, you will find Rita in the vicinity of Tundikhel with a nanglo full of sliced cucumbers. The smile on her face reveals little of her daily struggle, being the sole bread earner of the family. She is married and has a four-year-old son. Her husband does not work. She came to Kathmandu with her husband a few years back their plot of land at Kavre was not enough for their sustenance, life has not been easier here. She invests Rupees 40 each morning on about 10 Kgs of cucumbers, and manages to earn about Rupees 100 to 150 by the end of the day, selling them. The average profit she makes in a day is about Rupees 80 or Rupees 2,400 in a month.
Hari Raj Sharma shares space with Rita in the footpath bounding the Tundikhel. He is an astrologer, and reads palms. His grandfather and his father too plied the same trade though he is not too sure about his son. In comparison to Rita, he is slightly better off. As he says, "Din ma kohi bela ta 500 samma pani auncha, tara tyo sadhai hoena. Kohi din ta khali haath jaana parhca, Yeso tyeso, 150/ 200 rupiya kamai huncha." Rupees 6,000 to 7,000 is a big amount going by Rita's standards, but for Hari Raj, the expenses are more. He has a wife, a son and a daughter at home. Both his children attend school. We will leave the arithmetic to you.
As for most people in Kathmandu, dasain days were special for Gorey Bahadur too. There was food to eat, rituals to fulfill and even a few rounds of cards. His nights though were busy as always starting at 9 pm. Gorey is among the many who make a living sifting sand from the banks of the Bagmati river. Its hard work but as Gorey says, people have to do much worse chores than this to live. At 40, Gorey feels he is just beginning, and that the future has better stuff in store for him. A sack of sand fetches anywhere between Rupees 13 to 25 and he manages to extract as much as 10 sacks of sand each night. Interestingly, Gorey has two wives and makes time between each of them. Recently, in a move to use his time in the day better, he had opened a small shop to sell vegetables. But three days after starting, he was robbed. With the responsibility of three daughters and two wives on his shoulders, it is a daily struggle for him but he is more than happy to slog knowing the love that he gets at home from his wives and three daughters.
Dasain is over and it is back to the grind for most people but then again, looking at Rita, Khalil and Krishna, the phrase 'back to the grind' may well need to be redefined. Life is not easy for anyone, not the millionaire in his bunglow or the orphan on the street, but when we search for the clichιd 'indomitable human spirit,' we may well focus our sights on the general rather than search for examples in the exalted rungs of the social ladder. Women like Rita continue to make a living, however bare it maybe, in the midst of the political turmoil and uncertainty.
Hope is one thing that seems common in all our personalities, and the element that seems to keep them going. Each of them finds a reason to believe at the end of every hard earned day. They see promise in the future, and are willing to invest in education for their children hoping that the promise get fulfilled through it. In their quest for a living, they epitomize the best in human qualities contentment, honesty, self-respect and most of all a zeal for life. Truly super people! | ||||||||||||||||||||