Subjective Expressions RRS

Subjective Expressions

RRS

Yubaraj Nayaghare is an illustrious essayist of young generation of Nepali literature. With seven books to his credit, Nayaghare have won many awards such as Rastriya Pratibha Puraskar, International Nepali Literary Society, Best Book Award and Shankar Lamichhane Yuba Nibandha Puraskar. He has invented a distinct style of writing, in which he plays with words and expresses his personal views like a soliloquy method of drama. Like Montaigne and Lamb, Nayaghare picks ordinary things and starts analysing them in an intellectual fashion. In his essays, action moves very slowly. It is delayed by speculative ideas of the essayist. While being occupied in self-reflection, he also communicates his ideas to the readers. Ek Hatko Tali (Clap With One Hand) is his seventh work. It has 23 essays, which deal with social anomalies, human helplessness and predicament. The essayist has poked at political and cultural hypocrisy. Athar Hajar Jabo (An Insignificant Amount of Rs. Eighteenth Thousand) offers a brutal satire on human value. Everything is getting expensive nowadays but life is becoming very cheap. The essayist talks about the absence of strong law to punish cruel drivers who can crush a pedestrian to death and escapes the jail-term by merely paying a fine of Rs. 18,000. Here Nayaghare encounters with a rough and rowdy teenage driver, who drives a microbus carelessly in the crowded road of Kathmandu. The foul-mouthed driver every times scolds the innocent passers-by as they cross the road. He fixes their price at Rs. 18,000. "You poor guys! You are near the door of death. I will kill you and get rid of you by paying Rs. 18,000," he bursts out as the pedestrians walk down to reach the other end of the road. Nayanghare is sitting beside him. These horrible remarks make his hair stand. This pushes Nayaghare to ponder over how worthless the human life is at the hands of callous driver. The restless essayist asks him as to why he is so hurried and losing temper. The driver makes a blunt yet a painful reply: "Tomorrow, I will get license and this evening I have to throw a party to a traffic hawaldar (sergeant). Then, should I not be hurried?" In ‘Let’s Meet in Curfew,’ the essayist takes the readers to the popular April Uprising when hundreds of thousands of people took to the streets against the guns and tanks. The writer depicts the unparallel unity and solidarity of the Nepalese people to topple the despotic ruler. No matter how powerful the dictators are, they have the feet of clay and should surrender before the people’s power. This is what the message of the essay the writer wants to convey to his readers. Ek Hatko Tali, which is also the title of the book, is satire on the politicians. The plot of the essay is written against the backdrop of referendum in 2036 BS. Here is a live character named Nyangrunge Katawal, who is a witness to history. He runs a teashop at the corner of Ratna Park. People are pouring in to take part in the processions and chanting slogans demanding political freedom and democracy. Katwal is very busy. He uses his one hand to serve the tea to the clients, mostly the political cadres and another hand for clapping to the speeches and slogans of the leaders. This is a unique scene. There occurs many political changes but there is no change in the life of Katawal. In the cold winter, he serves hot tea to many leaders, who delivered their fiery speeches in Tudikhel but these leaders have forgotten Katawal. He is now a neglected character. This and other essays highlight the various facets of human life. Readers find essayist’s subjective expressions in the book. In many of them, he is absorbed in the philosophical pondering. Readers may be delighted from the essays from cover to cover. They are experimental, critical and analytical. The book is expected to add a new dimension to the Nepalese essay writing.

Wow!Himal - Yubaraj Nayaghare

The himals came out of this mind. From which point should I start to watch the himal? Which is the point of reference to understand the himal? How can I understand the completeness of the himal? Thus emerge one after another the snowy peaks of desire. Himal, my dear himals, himals, my lovely himals. The old royal palace seated crowdedly on the northen mound of Gorkha. Washed thoroughly in sweat, we stepped on the top of that mound. The sweating we had experienced before was now exchanged with coolness. Glancing at different things our eyes moved towards the north. And the heart also shifted towards the mountain range of the north.

Rustic diction

Master essayist Yubaraj Nayaghare’s latest delivery, Ghamko Chumban, is in the market and has received various preliminary reactions. A collection of travel essays, it follows Anam Pahadma Phanphani, his work of the same genre that came out in 2006. In between, Nayaghare published Ek Haatko Taali, a collection of essays that won him the prestigious Madan Puraskar. 

Ghamko Chumban contains 23 travel essays that give an almost photographic representation of many different places throughout the country—both on land and in the air-that the author had been to. Continuing with his salient style that bears the timbre of country dialect and rustic diction, the author presents a highly sophisticated addition to the genre of non-fiction, retaining poetic traits and qualities of a good narrative. 

घामको चुम्बनले देश चिनाउँछ – युवराज नयाँघरे

निबन्धकार युवराज नयाँघरेको नवीनतम् नियात्रा संग्रह हालै बजारमा आएको छ – घामको चुम्बन । निबन्ध र नियात्रा लेखेर कहिल्यै नथाक्ने नयाँघरेको प्रस्तुत कृति निकै नै चर्चित भएको छ पाठकमाझ । २०६५ सालको मदन पुरस्कार बिजेता नयाँघरेको नियात्रा लेखनबारे र घामको चुम्बनको सेरोफेरेमा गरिएको कुराकानी प्रस्तुत छ ।

युवराज नयाँघरेको बाल्यकालको कथा

युवराज नयाँघरे वरिष्ठ साहित्यकार हुन् । यिनले भर्खरै वर्ष २०६५ का लागि मदन पुरस्कार पाएका छन् । यो पुरस्कार नेपाली साहित्यको सबैभन्दा ठूलो पुरस्कार हो ।

वि.सं. २०२६ सालमा इलाममा जन्मिएका नयाँघरे निकै राम्रा निवन्ध र यात्रा संस्मरणहरु लेख्छन् । उनका निबन्धका ६ वटा र यात्रा संस्मरणको एउटा गरी ७ वटा कृतिहरु प्रकाशित छन् । 

नयाँघरे नेपाली निवन्धलाई सरल, रसिलो र पढ्दा मज्जा आउँने गरी लेखेर पाठकमाझ आकर्षण बढाउँन सफल लोकप्रिय लेखक हुन् । उनको पछिल्लो निवन्ध कृति 'एक हातको ताली' बाट उनले मदन पुरस्कार पाएका हुन् । यो पुरस्कार बाहेक उनले राष्ट्रिय प्रतिभा पुरस्कार, उत्तम शान्ति पुरस्कार, मोती पुरस्कार, अर्न्तर्राट्रिय नेपाली साहित्य समाज उत्कृष्ट पुस्तक पुरस्कार (अमेरिका), शंकर लामिछाने युवा निवन्ध पुरस्कार, भूपालमान कार्की युवा साहित्य पुरस्कारलगायत थुप्रै पुरस्कार र सम्मानहरु पाएका छन् । उनको निवन्ध त्रिभुवन विश्वविद्यालयको स्नातक तहमा पढाइ हुँदै आएको छ । 

अमेरिका, जापान, सिंगापुर, भारत, भूटान र नेपालका ६० जिल्लाको भ्रमण गरेका वरिष्ठ लेखक नयाँघरेको बाल्यकालको सम्झनालाई यस अंकमा प्रस्तुत गरेका छौं । उनी आफ्नो सम्झना सुनाउँदै भन्छन् 

इनरहार्बरको नयाँवर्ष - युवराज नयाँघरे

अबको केही घन्टापछि सुरु हुनेछ अर्को नयाँ वर्ष ! अर्थात् नयाँ वर्ष सन् २००८। हामी त्यहाँ महान् समयको उल्लास-उत्सवमा मिसिन पुगेथ्यौँ, डाउन टाउन। मेरील्यान्ड राज्यको मुख्य सहर बाल्टिमोर। यसै त सधँै हिस्सी पर्दो र गगनचुम्बी महलको सौन्दर्यले मोहनी लाउने बाल्टिमोर यतिखेर थियो, झिलीमिली उज्यालोले झकीझकाउ। साताभर िसास न बास भएर काम गर्ने अमेरकिीहरू नयाँ वर्षलाई छातीभर िथन्काउने चटारोमा देखिन्थे झन् व्यस्त।

हिउँ पर्ने र रोकिने क्रम चालू नै थियो। तैपनि, हावामा घोलिएको चिसो भने घटबढ भइरहेको थिएन। छालामा लिपिक्कै टाँसिन्थ्यो डिसेम्बरको ठिही। "दाइ ! भरे त टाउनडाउनमा मस्ती गर्नुपर्छ है," दीपले योजना सुनाए। "केटा हो, विशेष बन्दोवस्ती मिलाओ है," विक्रम खड्काको कुरो सुनियो। "भैहाल्छ नि !" सहमति थियो आभासको।

हिलेखर्कमा हाइसन्चो - युवराज नयाँघरे

भई त गयो बियाँलो †
अनेक परिबन्द मिलाउँदा मिलाउँदै ढिला भयो । छिम्काको लेकबाट विदा हुन साह्रै हम्मे प¥यो हामीलाई । धेरैतिर बिदावारी हँुँदाहुँदै ढल्किहाल्यो दिन ।
हिलेखर्क हिँडेर पुग्छु भन्नेहरूको ताइँ ढल्दो दिनले लिने भो मज्जैले । वरपरकाहरू सुनाइरहेथे दुरन्त खबर ।
छिम्काको लेखकमा मेलाको रौनक गम्किरहेथ्यो बेस्सरी । घन्किरहेथ्यो दोहोरी जमिरहेको थियो कौरा, उर्लिरहेको थियो घाटु र छचल्किरहेको थियो छेलो । लेग्रो तानेर गुर्सिनीहरू झाम्रे गाइरहेकै थिए । मगर्नीहरू सेल पकाइरहेकै थिए ।
पाखाभरि कर्के नजरमा मोहनी साटासाट भइरहेकै थियो । ओठ टोकेर कटाक्ष चलिरहेकै थियो । तैपनि रोकिएनौं हामी । अडिएनौं हामी छिम्कामा ।
कसैगरी पुग्नु थियो हिलेखर्क ।
अघिल्लो दिनभरि हिँडिएथ्यो पासुँला बटारुन्जेल । आजकै बिहान पनि सँगै निकाल्ने उकाली र ओहालीमा तीनघण्टा मज्जैले ओहोरदोहोर गरेथेँ मैले पिडुँला फर्केथे बढ्ता हिँडेर ।