Hem Kafle's Podcasts: Recent Episodes
Hem Raj Kafle
This comes as a souvenir from one of the hectic moments at the Rural Gufa in Malepu, Sunkhani, Dolakha. I was just passing time with my flute. It just happened to be somehow good.
Aryaghat Spectacle, Along Rough Waters, Devkota Outlives Me, I Grope for a Word, I Wait for a Rescuer and a few more...
जुनेली रातमा दिल खोली दोहोरी गाउन मन लाग्यो यो ठाउँमा नमर्ने पिरती गाँस्न मन लाग्यो ...
मलाई वर्षमा एक पटक देवकोटाका रचना गायनको अवसर मिल्छ । यसपालि (२०६९ साल) देवकोटा अध्ययन तथा अनुसन्धान केन्द्र र रुसी साँस्कृतिक केन्द्रद्वारा कार्तिक २७ गते आयोजित छुट्टाछुट्टै कार्यक्रमहरूमा 'यात्री' कविता गाइयो । यो audio मेरो गायनभन्दा बढी महाकविको रचना प्रस्तुति हो भन्ने ठानिदिनुहोला ।
The history of Nepalese social movements is characterized by the contest of credit-taking/losing between major political actors. Discourse representing this contest problematizes yet forms a vantage point for rewriting contemporary Nepali history. This text presents a thesis that rhetorical study of movement-time corporate editorials discovers at least one alternative location to look at the recent history of Nepal -- the construction of a protagonist warrior youth.
This interview was prepared in assistance of Mr. Eak Prashad Duwadi. I am very grateful for his help.
चिनारी हाम्रो धेरै पुरानो रहे झै लाग्दछ नदेखे पनि भेट सधैं सधैं भए झै लाग्दछ
शितल दिन्छौ पवन भएर मिर्मिरे याममा मायालु न्यानो स्पर्श दिन्छौ किरणको रूपमा झन्झनाई बग्छ संगीत तिम्रो हरेक तन्तुमा आशाको दियो अझै नै बल्छ अँध्यारो कुनामा
हजार खोजें त्यो रूप हेर्न पाउँदै पाइन मायाले छुने हात थाम्न खोजें समाउनै सकिन भनिदेऊ आज को हौ तिमी मैले त जानिन दुई रङ्गी रूप लिएर आउने तिमीलाई चिनिन
"I saw you and walked away leaving my eyes there." "I saw you and walked away leaving my steps there." "I saw you and walked away leaving my heart there." These lines would not sound as good in English translation as would in the original Nepali ever-green by Udit Narayan. I have only tried to give some sense to what they meant.
This podcast contains my conversation with Ms. Ekku Maya Pun. The conversation focuses on five main questions: 1)What made you take up English studies and English teaching? 2) Will share with us at least three important things that you learned from being an English teacher? 3)How has the scenario of English teaching changed over the years? 4) How do you take the correlation/tension between English Language Teaching and English (Literary) Studies? 5) What are the challenges for English teachers in the next decade?
I sang this song while with flu and tonsillitis never expecting it would turn out at least this good. My boys were around romping, calling while their mother was out tendering her potato saplings. And it was on Ashtami of Dashain 2067.
But this conductor spoke a philosophy instead, “Uncle, I don’t mean to hurt you. Look at the likes of you. They are equally uncomfortable but bear it. And you know the crowd is made by people who need to get in at this hour. Be grateful that you got this last bus. Why do you try to make me your enemy in such a short meeting? This probably is our first and last meeting in the whole life.”
I liked the conductor...
Read more in http://kaflehem.wordpress.com/about-myself/the-conductor-philosopher/
There is a simple condition for becoming a teacher: that you must be able to teach. It is not the question of having high intelligence, but of being able to use whatever intelligence you have so as to impart at least some portion of your knowledge. Anyone with this ability can come to teaching and become successful in course of time. What matters is your desire to update. Teaching and stagnation do not go together. When they do, teaching fails. To teach is to know: to know is to be able to teach.
More in http://kaflehem.wordpress.com/about-myself/my-journey-into-classroom/
Formally, my literacy began with the teaching by my father, himself a one-time school teacher, and a well-read gentleman. He taught me alphabets and numbers in dust, and sometimes in dust-smeared rough planks, with a piece of hard straw or the forefinger. I imitated him as he drew the symbols.
More in http://kaflehem.wordpress.com
I got an opportunity to attend a summer program in the USA because NELTA considered me credible for it. I know I could help with the skills I learned in USA; I should have started last year itself. However, it could never be late. So, I came to this conference with a subject that merged my digital skills with traditional knowledge (application of rhetoric in blogging). Some of my colleagues here attended it. I am particularly happy because my presentation preceded the webinar on networking. I think my work was timely.
More in: http://kaflehem.wordpress.com/2010/02/24/speech-from-nelta-conference/
A decade and a half ago, there stood a hillock Distant from the chaos of busy cities Serene and natural for ages.
One day the hill was thought Good for more than a rural farm
Then new houses emerged one by one Heralding a move to modernity.
Architects of the new face Marked arrival of a new era; And promised to work for more; Great men praised the initiation.
The green hill of the old times Greeted giant buildings and new plantations.
No doubt, the place now prides In its new attire and face, While new road and new building Welcome minds manifold That crave for wisdom and growth; And climb the well-paved paths, Eager and intent to go higher, Ecstatic at the success, And on their share of the changes ahead;
Great men endorse their growth In awe, amazement And the spirit of belonging; With smile of satisfaction And sense of guardianship, Which lightens up these zealous faces.
The hill now has a different life, Of variegated faces and emotions, Written in every new creation, And in the remains of the old times.
यो हो गीत तिमीलाई यो हो प्रीत तिमीलाई सपनीमा कथेथेँ बिपनीमा गाएँछु सम्झी ल्याऊ है फरर हृदयको पाना गनेर
यो हो गीत तिमीलाई -- बच्चु कैलाश
त्यो आँखाले लौन मलाई मार्यो त्यो बोलीले लौन लाटो पार्यो त्यो हाँसोलाई बिर्सनलाई धेरै गार्हो तिमी मलाई जिन्दगीमा कस्तो प्यारो
त्यो आँखाले (लौन मलाई)३ मार्यो
(एक्लै बसी दिउसै पनि सपना म देख्ने भएँ)२ आँफैसित साँझ बिहान गुनासो म पोखिरहेँ कहिले खोला जस्तो भएँ , कहिले हावा जतो भएँ जे जे भएँ आखिरमा, तिम्रोनिम्ति यस्तो भएँ
घुम्टोबाट च्याउनेले नै मार्यो झझल्कोमा आउनेले नै मार्यो त्यो हाँसोलाई बिर्सनलाई धेरै गार्हो तिमी मलाई जिन्दगीमा कस्तो प्यारो
त्यो आँखाले (लौन मलाई)३ मार्यो
Composed in 1990. But the photo is recent, taken by one of my SDSI friends at the end of July 2008 in the house of Dean of the College of Journalism and Communications, University of Florida, Gainesville.
I have three categories of friends. But the friends in the picture are those I met in the SUSI program.
Saleem - Pakistan Basim - Jordan Hem - Nepal Jean Jonas - Benin Ronny - Indonesia Le - Vientnam Ricky - Philippines
मेरो राष्ट्रवाद वादैवादहरूको बीचमा चेपिएर पटक पटक, फरक फरक रुपले परिभाषित् हुन्छ
मेरो राष्ट्रवाद ठूल्ठुला भवन भित्रका भनाभनमा गहनतम गोष्ठिभित्रका गनथनमा रुमलिन्छ, त्यसै त्यसै द्वन्दमा फँसेका वादहरूलाई असफल समेट्न खोज्दै सिङ्गो अस्तित्व, सिङ्गो परिभाषा खोजिरहेछ दिन दिन
मेरो राष्ट्रवाद देश छोड्नेहरूको सपनामा अल्मलिन्छ देश फर्कने हरूको आशामा सुस्ताउँछ देश छोड्दै नछोडेकाहरूको प्रेममा यता उता भौंतारिन्छ पटक पटक, फरक फरक रुपले नयाँ अर्थ खोज्दै जाग्छ मर्छ, जाग्छ मर्छ ।