Karleshwar Markshadeva – A Folktale

Karl Marx's cheek got a sweet slap - chadyamm! ! ! A twenty-first century Nepal full of despair. Chadkan full of hatred towards politics and politicians. Hope from the country has died in the heart that has become fast. When you get angry because of your situation.

'Tell me again Mr...who are you?' asked the middle-aged man standing at the gate of the Foreign Labor Department. He was rushing here to get his labor permit.

'So...Karl Marx.' The handsome-looking man replied, stroking his swollen cheeks.

The middle-aged man stared. Karl Marx as seen in posters, leaflets, pamphlets. Even if you don't see why! Because he was the Karl Marx of the 19th century, the real one. Coming from Pitrloka. With a stubble-like beard extending from konchat to konchat. The beard started after the hair or the hair after the beard! There is no dividing line between the two borders - like Keshafayal imperialism.

How to believe that he will descend from Pitrulok like this during Sohrashraddha. Therefore, it was justified to marry a middle-aged man. However, if someone is walking around pretending to be Karl Marx, at least Nepali people should not be so angry. After all, he has become like our father. It would have been possible even if he had tolerated the one who had made his father's hulia for a moment out of respect. As is the day of Shivratri in Pashupati. It seems that those who are walking around as 'Mahadev' under the cover of Shiva are taken seriously by the fans.

If Vikram had been in the fifties, things would have been different here. That people would definitely look at him. That he would receive a clenched-fist salute from dreamy idealists. But, this is eighty years. Karl Marx, Marxist Socialism, Democratic Socialism, So-and-so Socialism, Mass Socialism all sound hoarse. Now if someone says Marx here, it sounds like English 'mask'. 'Mask' means mukundo. Who is behind Mukundo, who is not. know what And don't get angry when you don't know well!

Therefore, the middle-aged man asked, "Jiska's?... I have been asking seriously before." Who are you? Doing a trick. Karl Marx, Karl Marx. There are a lot of such fake marks in this country. Let's go to this country' and run the paper horse. We went abroad to see our current ass

to exchange with Zuni. When we come back, we will go back to the revolution. We will deal with you one by one. Karl Marx of Yatra at that time! What a contradiction!

Karl looked at the middle-aged man with his high forehead moustache. However, his focus was not on being angry like that and

on the hot things he's talking about. It was meant to be! he thought. With another mind, he began to think - Karl Marx is here! So where to find Karleshwar Markshadeva, one of them?

However, he had a doubt about one thing. "Will Karleshwar Markshadev return the DNA of my thoughts?"

On the other hand, the irritation of the middle-aged man was increasing, seeing the mercury of the man who was "tricking" that he was "Karl Marx". Do not measure your path after taking a nap. He was looking at her with his chin raised. Suppose he is standing on a stage. After a long silence, Hari is making a 'dialogue'. That too would be a 'world's workers are one' type of dialogue. The middle-aged man's mind was stunned at the memory. He walked towards the 'so-called' Marx with his arms outstretched. To review the theatrical adaptation of 'Mr. What will happen now!

Carl found the needle. He turned around and hurried away. Soltimode turned back once as he walked briskly. To see if the tail is separated from the middle. He stopped on the way when he was coming. However, from the place where he had stopped, he was flailing with his thieving finger. Binsitti was cursing.

Now he got angry too. To hell with the twenty-first century! He started walking without thinking back and forth. They began to measure the way in vain in the lake of getting lost. "Where is Guru...?" someone called out to him from behind. He walked on as if he didn't hear. Who knows himself properly here.

'Marx Guru...what did you mean?'

'Ha!...' He looked around in shock. He did not see anyone calling him. He also looked up at the sky. At an angle of exactly sixty degrees, towards Pitrloka. There he saw nothing but a hazy smoky sky.

'Guru yata ke yata...don't look down.' He looked at the ground.

'Oi!' However, a gray and dirty dog ​​was laughing at him, very loudly.

Seeing him standing in the middle of the sidewalk, the dog reminded him of the rules of the road. Go to the Guru. Like a wise child, he went to the shore. But not the side where the dog is standing. on the opposite shore. There is no one here. The middle-aged man he met earlier was barking at him like a dog. This dog is talking politely like a human. Who would have thought that in the twenty-first century, the exact opposite would happen. His eyes were wide and his mouth was half open.

What does ``Kata Jan La'' mean?'' asked the dog.

'I...?,' like a lost child, he looked around in all directions. And he cautiously said, 'I... especially tried to be charged with attention for a moment. I was looking for a historical museum for that. Asking one of them if there is any place to be here...that person just got lost.' He hid the purpose of coming here. Carl, who was expelled from three countries for the rest of his life, could not open up to anyone.

‘Which museum?’

‘Any. I would like to take a look at the history of the museum. Historical museum is my charging station in Bhoolok as history gives me energy. Now I am absolutely terrified and panicked by the hoarse sound.'

'There is a national museum here in the cantonment. It is located near Soltimod. Walk, I'll show you.' Carl agreed to go with the dog. Sensing this, the dog suggested. "Or else you're going to ask yourself." It's close. You will get there.'

Carl remembered the previous incident. We! He didn't want to take that risk anymore. He suddenly said, 'Run away dog! Excuse me, what should I call you?'

'Ba.1.d My name. I mean the name I was given. Even though I don't like this name that happened to me, cha-ke, cha-gar, cha-nu. This has become my signature.'

'Oh...,' said Carl, 'Ba.1.d please take me yourself. Here people ask for my introduction after seeing my hulia. He comes to bite as soon as he hears the name.''Khaire Ba.1.D made his eyes wide, and his tail swung from side to side. Saying 'Charaiveti, Charaiveti', he went forward happily. As he walked, he met Meso. The dog is lame in one leg. He was shuffling along. He felt pity for Ba.1.D.

They were both staring at each other with impassive eyes. That's what Karl was thinking as he looked at Ba.1.D. How exactly does it know me? And, is it only me who understands its language when it barks or do others also understand it?

Ba.1.D was also watching Karl's eyes from house to house. And, the full size of the flex he saw was with Karl Marx. June Flex was hung by the 'Karl Marx Fan Club' of political parties in celebration of his bicentenary. When they taught 'Marxism' to tens of thousands. He was also listening like Eklabya ​​in the corner of his hand. However, after that training, everyone came out shaking their heads. Half understood and half hungry did not understand. However, they returned with their share of Karl Marx.

was in this semi-understanding Ba.1.d also. Her 'glamour' was gone without her realizing it. However, there was a big difference between the intellectual celebrity Karl Marx seen on Flex and the real Karl. Like what did not reach what did not reach. It's like seeing celebrities face to face. khalo Is it because the length is reduced? Ba.1.d measured him against imaginary marks. 19, 20 did not match. The face also gives an impression of the gentleness of grandfathers. The asuracharya of greedy revolutionaries is nothing like Venus. The clothes are also modest. Clothes? Yes, it's true! Ba.1.d asked remembering his cover seen in Flex. ``Where did your overcoat go Master?''

'Overcoat? Come on! ! ! Overcoat!' Karl stopped walking. Did I make a mistake or what? Do you need an overcoat in this museum as it was needed in the 'British Museum reading room' of the time?' No Master. You don't need to wear an overcoat to look 'respectable' here. They are the pride of the class system. Here a person's highness and lowness are measured by the cast, not the coat. And, it is mandatory in a temple and not in a museum.'

'Oh...then why did you ask about my overcoat?'

'Let's walk, Guru.' 'Yasto Ni Guru...all your photos are only wearing overcoats. Looking at photos of overcoats over the ages, don't you think you were born wearing an overcoat? That overcoat has become a part of your identity. Now our Adikavi Bhanubhakta Acharya Birkhe comes to Kathmandu doing 'Apala Chapala' without a hat. Who knows? If anyone sees him now, not wearing a straw hat, with the Ramayana in his hand, he will be shocked. Looking like a poor poet wandering around with a manuscript without a poor publisher. Hehehe.' He said, 'And he also asked me with excitement when I saw you without an overcoat.'

Carl took a long breath, sputtering. You said right. That overcoat was more than just an overcoat. It was also my source of inspiration. I used to pawn my overcoat to the moneylender when the expenses were due. The money from that would run the house for a few days. Yes, during this interval, the idea of ​​the 'exchange value' of the goods produced by the workers came to me, the exchange value. Therefore, in the first section of 'Das Capital', I have started with the example of a coat worn by a man. It's easier to apply it to yourself when you talk concretely rather than abstractly. In the process of making, selling and buying a coat, I have started with a micro analysis of the manufactured goods of the capitalist system.'

Jha Hai! At this time Ba.1.D- had a long yawn. Carl punctuates the

lecture. And losing himself, he said, 'I didn't let go of that old overcoat for one day when I kept it hostage. This was after my wife Jenny died. I stopped caring about anything. It's like in the emptiness after your loved one leaves. Yes, like that. I didn't miss that overcoat either. It stayed with Sahu. All that remained with him was the smell of cigars coming from it and the enameled smell of pencils carried in his pocket.' Then he said bitterly, 'I will not wear any overcoat in the world anymore.' Carl, wearing Lylon's thin white shirt, was walking with his head held high. Ba.1.d's two ears drooped down, his big eyes were filled with emotion. Karl's poverty is again 'romanticised'. As it is being 'romanticized' by student leaders. Why don't those who feel his poverty with thrilling emotion see Karl in every poor person?

Karl asked, 'So how did you know me without an overcoat? Exactly?'

'A canine sense of smell,' said Ba.1.gh, wiggling the uncountable whiskers of his shriveled nose. Carl looked up at him, half believing, half disbelieving.

'I'll just say it, Guru. The Bhusyaha Bandhubandhavs here don't believe it,' he said, 'the truth is that two years ago, there was an epidemic of corona virus here. People thought they were the only ones infected. However, when they did, it was also transferred to us. By not properly managing the masks and gloves that were provided at that time. When we went to remove that waste, we also got infected. We did not die, but our ability to smell was temporarily impaired. When he returned, he came back in a complete mess. Also, my nose turned up. I can now smell politics and the power that comes from it. The smell of the leader and the desire coming from him can be smelled from afar. I got to know Karl Marx who came from Pitrulok by smell. Marx, the political legend of communism, father!'

us! Tales! With a grimace, Carl said to himself, "Dog." Ba. 1. D - went on saying, 'That's all! Where politics get an enclosure, my name is putting a sharp smell. So I also known to the bite of babing you before and Nbsp;. '& NBSP;

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'is not the leader. Suffering from politics. What does he say to the politics of merchants ... the sheets! Was in English ... I have forgotten forgotten. 'Ba.1 B.Gagowed her lame lake and asks her. Carroll did not get measic. Well. & Nbsp up. & Nbsp;

'Cartelling!' B.1. B.1 BUTH. Yes, the eggs suffer from Cartelling is the barrier. ' Ba ..grower moved by following. & Nbsp;

'arises,' B.B.B.B.P. SPO SHAIDIVAL SIGHT CARK. The government's calculator in the year '77 is calculated in the 61 of the two-Nepalis. & Nbsp;

an Prasar announced the government: Nepal is self-sufficient in the egg production. Then what did the thumb periodical traders did? The price of the egg brought astift. It was so sat down and did not reject the cost of small farmers. Then small farmers were palaan. There was no longer expert to repay the loan. The demand for the two Road after the production ended. What had to be said to the teacher then? The same decade and question is the matter. By killing the small farmers, now bigger merchants increased the essence of the egg. It is unacceptty sympathize for the previous amount of middle-Break Carl. & Nbsp;

is' little farmer in a similar wilderness. Are going to the deafine. It is natural to hear your name. Even though they have come, socialism will last a socialism. Economy is the hoam around me. Don't you have to 'bring rods in at least the markets of the market?' Carl Man was worn. And thorried, thought that I have come back to DNA of my thoughts. 'Loss on the Last is that it is to be like us as we can. Blacks are also on the house, luxuki and the goodies. We have to wait for a piercing, black and lasiated. Otherwise, when we offered in the temple, we were getting to eat. Now it was very important. And, his mart went to our stomachs. No one thought one is about us? Say Say Rala! 'Breaky Barggi B.g. He turned down the walkers around the surface. After all, he started flocking suddenly and with a whirlwind. & Nbsp; Barley-BREAK watched Carnal again, Kharg. The opportunity asked Saul, saying, 'It simply came to your language, that others may understand your language, and others.'

he is a thing. The Khanteng Khanchang & Nbsp; tied. Being backing to the camp. Suddenly laugh and said, 'Like people, we are not a picture of a picture of a dog. The language to hide. The language that is not being denied in mind. The language that fills the stomach, arms, can-rotate language tools. We have the only language, the soul. People keep being connected to each creature to every creature to every organism. Don't go to such people! Now you have been exhausted. Patters can easily understand the language of the soul. My language is why you have been able to understand. If you do not believe, listen by the ear. You can easily understand nature language. '& Nbsp;

is that you are! I thought that Carle. He was gamble when he landed in Kathmandu to Kathmandu from the paraluck in the middle of the earth and the sun. When the seen was seen, the flour in the clouds shy, Fulchi, Chandarrajir and Nagarjun. He had been heard in how much a deep swolever he had fallen. The election was risen from four and centuries in four directions on the valley. And the Kathmandu had heard another sound again in Kathmandu in Kathmandu, on four and herd. She had heard of the bushen of the earthquake to the earth, a stone in the earth. The historic recorded civilization then was later heard. Who was slowing down. How bike! The mous-olden was piled up on Kathmandu Phonths. Cormulated civilization was like another to the planet. Even though I began, Nepalis were on the same historic world. Were tied to the same continuity. At that time, he wanted to learn, - Did the Nepalis continue to republic from ancient the early Jewish to republics like him? How do you do Doesn't the sense of understanding or not? & Nbsp;

but as she spilled in the crowd, her connection is broken with the Pancanatathetic Realist. Instead, he from Liangy Radio Waves on the frequency of Liaison. Anything left for how much his beards and hair were, he was larged. Then the speakers of the beating in the same wave, 'Langland', 'Langlang', 'Langer', 'Langewa', 'Langeu', 'Langewa' Lastu ',' Langer ',' Popstu ',' Pupung ',' KACH ', etc. Suddenly the barrel caught another signal. There was a source of his own words - 'Bourgeo', 'proletarian', 'socialism.' The Switta Bares were Singing together, 'Scriptural Country -' Scriptural ", 'reactionary'," servant ', "servant', etc. and nbsp;

oops! What air vows were heard. Like a state. They were not stubborn. Around the size of the abandonment and the viciously. The girls could not be armed with the present crisis. So the helper was being used to strike each other. For Amuma, I was heard of the ulttbing. They were laughing, flew. Those words were now as a core. As a patio shown at a political circuit. He was embarrassed to hear cart. It happened like it was refused to be reflected in it. & Nbsp;

but, it didn't want to surprise him. He was told in his duty-DNA Carllishwor Marxhawevs. Then, as then, Marxism survived its values ​​in its values. The same punkali is cheated in the election manifesto by showing the same punkali compilation. That is, Marxism, which remained in memory of Nepalis everyone is playing in their own lakes and waves. However, Marx did not imagine that the situation may be so as a polite. He offered one sounds following, looking for a voice. He arrived in front of a five-stars hotel. The name read - the Solty Hotel. Amazing! The sounds were coming from Sli Hotel. The book is being released in the Meghemolhar Huelle. & NBSP;

ism: When to the right, sometimes in the left and will increase when and after. ' The title of the book! Laughter was rose up and freely. But, everyone was in a serious currency. & Nbsp; What is the writing of

Carl of this title was not the title of the writer's own. The Prime Minister from the country's Prime Minister said that speech was emerged in the announcement program. It was a lot of divine knowledge that she had probably saw the vote of theory in reality. And, the writings holding the book on "Divousness'. & Nbsp;

were present there, returning to the political argument, to the left. The name was invited, the names of a southern lid. In the platform, 6 people were enslaved. Advocating were in a impatient knap. Because Mya was speaking among them who had probably agreed with. Yes, these 6 were disagree with each other. & Nbsp;

Hall was full of halls. Here Carllishwar Marxeide must have been resigned. Carrel thought. Otherwise, what else can there be the purpose of voices to come through the sounds? While living in a blank chair, he said. But how, how can you be looking for? She did not see Carleehwar Marxidev ever seen. & Nbsp;

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was scenic in the program. Among the booklets, books, intellectors and writers were sitting on the face. Powers including bodyguards are called dissatisfaction that they must have called. There were also three powerful shods, who were looking at him. In the United States, depositors, who donated in the election, were grazing in the corrosive smile. The 'Channel' Mixed was also a middle-old woman, who was wonourishing. There were also contractor who did not be dishonest in 'Persentej'. & Nbsp in the future. & Nbsp; Looking forward to

, Carl became in the area of ​​the eye plain. There was a cover image and the cover of the book's cover. Tajjubu! The post of the Post's Carl was watching him by the Marx Machra. Summary, Carl looked at his adjacent. Everyone was listening to us. The poster understands. He ran out of his head. Suppose is saying - 'No, I am poster. Then the poster shook the head. Suppose you are saying, 'Yes can you see only you only stir.' & NBSP;

Carl fell. However, Marx's Poster was responding normally. As soon as he was waiting for him to wait. However, the Post's face of the post was distorted in pain and suffering. So much pain to Poster. Carl Maniman turned out. To think so, what it was passed down the Poster Poster on the wall. The poster would go to the poster, the publisher of the book, the publisher, and the bookstorm. That was stuck for a moment. Again, there was one nine or a corner of four. Then it was referring to Turlung hanging. Like wit. & Nbsp;

oh! Carrel understood. Cause of being distorted from time to the posterior time. The poster had been suffering in a semituner. Similarly, a Khoch-stage was eating his soul. His energy was being able to give. He tried to be a lively before he could or in. For that, he wanted to cope with the Carl from Pratibok. & Nbsp;

OOO! Carl understood another thing. He has been dragged to all the energy from the poster and dragged him upstairs. As soon as I understand, Carl tried to escape. Where to be! The hull-of-holes began to absorb carle's energy. Even though he was trying to get up, no power was presented by a sharp. He was cranted in his way. He was restless. Tarked to split from the Parture's trapping. He had to run away from there. & Nbsp;

did not want to be a little in carl post. He did not fall on earth on the poses. He came to the same mission. Return to the Patrathak with the DNA of 'Marxism'. After not DNA of the thoughts, he will slowly beat from the memory of Nepali. It can be relevant to them. Instead of political abuse of Marxism, let him be irrelevant instead. He had already decided harshly. Yes! He had been angry. & Nbsp; He got up from the chair by wearing his whole ball. Tilled out of the hole. It was a little slightly when it came out. But, he was feeling weakness. Again, the historical museum was not intended to come to rhythm. He hurriedly out of there. & Nbsp;

Selty Hotel Hotel Relued, he stopped in front of the Foreign Labor Department. The seven-generation in the department gate was showing someone to the office of poverty alleviation. When she was when asked, she was also in front of him, I asked him to ask. He spoke around the wind and spoke around. From where she got measa. He asked where he came to see where he was shitored. He used to say that he was a Carl Marx, where, in his. Fathers were then torn down. What didn't get married, Carl no longer want. & Nbsp;

now this ba.g is found. Who is walking in front of the past. Underlying the poster, the poster is in advance of half energy and has made it possible. 'What are the most teachers? You are silent so much, 'B.gh.. & Nbsp.

'tired. Isn't it near? '

' now has begotten master. He is already in front. & Nbsp;

Carl looked forward to the place. Only saw the footpaths that did not fade. The campaign of the army was seen when he saw the right. Levelal walls, the wall on the wall and the military senior on top of the wall. Carl went volled. Even though the reaching the country, the days remembered the head, teaching from Praicy spies. Reminding Newsyan names to be refugees while living as refugees in London. Recalling what was going to go to the days again made it cold again. & Nbsp;

got her a terrifying post of east. That the poster is again in a trap. He was suspicious. To know मलाई पछ्याउन कुकुरलाई पठाइएको पो हो कि ? नाम पनि कोड शब्द झैं सांकेतिक पाराको छ । त्यसैले सतर्क हुँदै उनले केरे, ‘बा.१.घ । प्रेमले बोलाउने सम्बोधनभन्दा पनि बडो रोलकलवाला नाम छ । एकदम ऐजेन्टीय टाइपको । कसले राखिदियो यस्तो नाम ?’

‘को हुनु नि । सहिदगेटे भुसेहरूले ।’

‘भुसे ?’

‘भुस्याहा कुकुर भनेको । भुस्याहा त म पनि हुँ । तर, तपाईं यो शब्द आफ्नो मुखबाट ननिकाल्नु होला, बिन्ती । हामी झोंकमा एकअर्कालाई भुसे भन्छौं । तर, मान्छेहरूले भुसियासुसिया भनेको फिटिक्कै मन पर्दैन ।’

‘किन यो नाम राखे त अरू भुस्...आइ मिन तिम्रा बन्धुहरूले ?’ ‘गुरु कथा लामो छ । र, यसबेला इन्टरभ्यु मेरो हैन तपाईंको हुनुपर्ने हो । म त यही लोकको हुँ । अचम्म यसमा केही छैन । छक्क पर्ने कुरा भनेको तपाईं किन यहाँ पधार्नु भो भन्नेमा छ ।’ बा.१.घ–ले लागेको कुरो भन्यो, ‘साँच्चै भन्नुस् त । तपार्इंका दिव्य पाइला ‘रङ टर्न’ लिएर यता किन आइपुग्यो ?’

कार्ल जरखरिएका दाह्री सम्याउँदै मुसुमुसु हाँसे । सोचे लटरपटर कुरा गरेर कसरी टार्नु यो छट्टेललाई । यत्तिकैमा बा.१.घ रोकियो । कार्लले थाहा पाएनन् । पछाडिबाट ऊ करायो, ‘गुरु यतै हो । संग्रहालय आइसक्यो ।’ कार्लले फर्केर आफ्नो बायाँतिर हेरे । ए साँच्ची ! आइ पो सकेछ । थकानको लामो नि:श्वास छोडे । बेस भो ! उनले उम्किने दाउ पाए । बा.१.घ–लाई जवाफ दिनु परेन । उनले हतरपतर भने, ‘लौ त...बा.१.घ म गएँ । हाम्रो भेट यतिसम्म नै रहेछ । तिमीलाई धेरैधेरै धन्यवाद ।’

‘तर गुरु भन्दै भन्नु भएन । के कति कारणले तपाईं यहाँ आउनुभएको ? कुनै जरुरी काम थियो भने...मेरो सहायता...।’ ‘यहाँसम्म ल्याइदियौ । यसमै म धन्य छु । बाँकी रह्यो तिमीले जान्न खोजेको कुरो । अब यत्ति बुझ...मान्छेहरूलाई ‘म के हुँ’ भनेर थाहा हुन्छ । तर, उसलाई थाहा हुँदैन, ऊ कस्तो हुनेछ भनेर । त्यस्तै म के थिएँ भन्ने मलाई थाहा थियो । समयक्रममा म कस्तो बनाइनेछु भन्ने थाहा थिएन । म त्यही थाहा पाउन आएको । यहाँ म कस्तो बनाइएछु ।’

बा.१.घ–ले के भनोस् । अलमल्ल पर्दै टाउको एकातिर ढल्कायो । योभन्दा बेसी जान्न उसले जिद्दी गरेन । कस्ताकस्ता माधवदासले त कार्ल मार्क्सलाई बुझ्न सकेका छैनन् भने ऊ किन जान्ने हुनुपर्‍यो ।

उसले कार्लको एक फन्को मार्‍यो र उनलाई हेर्दै भन्यो । ‘चरैवेती चरैवेती गुरु । हाम्रो साथ यति नै रहेछ.....।’

(‘कार्लेश्वर मार्क्सहादेव – एक लोककथा’ को पहिलो भाग)