Life is a bundle of coincidences

But not everything goes according to plan. Sometimes one coincidence leads somewhere, sometimes another coincidence kills somewhere. What does the person who walks to become what becomes. The destination that is thought of, cannot be reached by chance. In between, the path changes and the destination changes.

In some cases, the initial destination is considered crude. Therefore, sometimes the destination has to be increased and sometimes decreased. Sometimes dreams shrink, sometimes they expand. Planning is the main thing. But sometimes due to contingency, fate or coincidence, a person does not get to walk the way he thought. You have to take a different path. You can't study in the school, college, university of your choice. Can't adopt a thought profession or business.

Looking back on the past, I got into politics by accident. It is difficult to say who inspired me. My friend and I accidentally attended a function . It was organized by someone else. We didn't have much of a role. In other words, we were without a role. Even our age was curious at that time. We were only 13-14 years old. what will happen how about Why does this happen? Why didn't that happen? etc. were curious. That brought us to a place of reflection and debate. Gradually interest in processions, ideas and poetry seminars started to arise. By participating in the procession, we began to search for the meaning and significance of the slogans raised there. We learned and understood as long as we could.

We used to play football with friends in the village. A friend was the son of a cloth merchant. He used to spread the mattress. While sitting there, a friend raised the question - 'Who are the most Communists and Congress in this place?' The other said - 'There are many Congressmen.' There are many communists. In the course of time, we all three friends joined the left-wing trend of questioning who is more Congress and Communists, saying there are more Congress and more communists. At that time, the people who were called bigots were mostly seen as Congress. My argument that there are many poor people, therefore there are many communists, was a bit thin.

This story is about the peak state of panchayat system i.e. around 2022-23. Who is left, who is right? While understanding, I liked the communist theory. But by chance I became a full-time worker. Later, I got a chance to study various philosophies, theories, politics, economy. I studied those subject plans. During that time, I got to read the United Nations Charter, the Declaration of Human Rights. I felt like a UN volunteer. Not only this, I read Marxist philosophy, Lenin's theory, Mao's creative documents of revolution. It led me to a rebellious nature.

Once I got sick and stayed in the hospital for two days. The doctor was senior to us. But they behaved like friends. He used to tell stories of ghosts and explain ghosts scientifically. When he was discharged from the hospital, he said, 'I wanted to become a doctor. Check your condition during two days stay in hospital. Now I don't want to go for medical studies. My thinking changed.'

I am a person who needs to move freely. I find it a bit difficult to stick to one place. To look back at many places, to spend the morning and evening with a little fun, no matter what the difficult situation is, to make fun of it, to live with laughter. Studying medicine, becoming a doctor or treating the sick is definitely a good job. But that's something I can't do. I saw the doctor's situation, I didn't think I could work in that way. During my two-day stay in the hospital, I had a seizure.

The greatest person I saw in my childhood was the teacher. That's why I wanted to become a teacher. That is a very important job. I enjoy learning and teaching. Due to various contingencies, I could not go into teaching. I left the campus, I could not continue my studies. At that time, I was also running a literature conference. He wanted to become a writer or a poet. Kavishiromani used to read poems by Lekhnath Paudyal. He had knowledge. I used to read "Munamadan" by Lakshmi Prasad Devkota. I was drowning in it. I used to read Madhav Prasad Ghimire's short story "Gauri". I used to know how deep a poet goes in the state of pain. It sometimes misleads and draws to itself.

What I don't know is playing an instrument. So songs, music and instrumentals attract like a magnet. If I could sit and listen to the playing of the flute, I would not know that the day had passed. The time I can sit and listen to the songs that are bound in melodious tones seems very short. Dancing is my favorite among acting. A dancer's expressions, gestures, sarcasm, eyes, body and finger sign language are amazing. Whether it's the head shaking or the leg movements, it's very compelling. However, there was no opportunity to go there.

A childhood incident related to caste discrimination is also in my psyche. A neighbor was a friend, went to school, studied and ate lunch together. One day her mother said - 'Sana, you should not eat Koda Roti anymore. Your teeth have fallen out.' I was surprised. Why not eat Koda bread after changing teeth? Why was it possible to eat before, why can't it be eaten now? My friend was of Vishwakarma surname.

I went home and asked my grandmother - 'Aunt said you should not eat millet bread, right?' Grandma said - 'Yes, I forgot to say. He belongs to a small caste. That's why your friend won't enter our house.' I was surprised to hear that my friend belonged to a small caste. Mice have entered our house, cats have entered, mosquitoes have entered. Is my friend smaller than a mouse, a cat or a lizard? I felt a lot of pain. My chest could not bear the weight of it. References to social discrimination and inequality made me even more rebellious.

Guruji gave me Akshararambh on the day of Sripanchami. I still remember learning to write Kapuri by filling a slab with red dust and mixing it with hands. He also taught the formula of writing beautiful letters. Write straight letters. Keeping the upper dick and pulled dick equal. Equalize roundness and height. If the first letter is made into a letter, then all letters are made into letters and so on. I only knew that he was Guru. Later I found out that he was a 'Dhungel Brahmin'. I don't think so. I didn't understand philosophy until then. I have considered the story as philosophy. My grandmother introduced me to heaven, hell, god, demon etc.

Rama, Sita, Lakshmana, Hanuman, Mahadev, Parvati etc. were also identified. What is surprising is that people make ghosts, make ghosts and fear themselves. Why don't mosquitoes eat baby birds? Why doesn't the masan eat a boar or a deer calf? Non-human creatures pursue reality, not fiction. A person carves an idol himself, and asks for blessings with it. It also writes the history of stone by connecting it with Satya Yuga. As a teenager, I began to lean more towards fiction than reality. I used to take bath early in the morning. I used to worship Panchayan. He did not eat anything without worshiping. I used to recite Saraswati Strotra before reading. Before reading the book and after reading it, I used to do it. I didn't walk without a book. Sometimes I used to apologize to the book when I touched it with my feet. I used to believe more in blessings than in my own ability and hard work. In particular, I have been stuck believing in the plot or the fiction.

Bhagavata Purana was going on in the village. Panditji was sitting among the devotees and was reciting stories. Incidentally, I also read that story. I asked Panditji - 'Is this possible?' He jumped three feet with his eyes flashing - 'Whose son is this scoundrel who doubts the scriptures?' My father was very shocked by that. He said - 'Panditji, if you have an answer to it, give it, if not, let it go. Why do you want a husband? I will remind you. I am its father. Are you trying to study the scriptures or take the test of knowledge? Surprised, how did I become evil when I questioned? How was it determined that he did not believe in the scriptures? Then I began to read the scriptures skeptically. While reading the scriptures, the Pandit's face started to become jittery.

I was very sad that day. I went home in the evening and asked my father. He reminded - 'Sastra is a story. Panditji is a storyteller, not a person who came with a boat to row the Vaitarani. A story contains images, symbols, similes and parables. But it should not be understood as scripture, knowledge, religion or reality. The use of exaggeration is common in literature. There are many such things in Mahabharata, Ramayana, Purana. Such things are done to deepen the literature.' So did Panditji do this because of his lack of scholarship? That question did not leave me.

After that episode I became interested in philosophy. What is a myth? What is Fixation? What is history? What is the story? What is reality? What is the plot? What is a hypothesis? What is reality? I started looking separately. My inclination towards science also increased. Earlier I thought of the universe as a place where God resides. Later learn about space, constellation, universe. The awareness of science and philosophy was different.

I should give the knowledge that I got to the society. What is lacking in the society should be filled. Be it Tantra, System, Organization, Thought or Behavior. If something is stuck in the society, it should be accelerated. Society had to plan for the happiness of mankind. Movement is the result of planning. Now I am also grateful to Panditji who called me evil. He warned me to search boldly. There was no conclusion in his tirade, only hatred or contempt. Sometimes words spoken or written have different meanings and intentions. Thus various contingencies were added to my life, plans were made. I went on making a model or blueprint for social change.

Read other articles by KP Sharma Oli :

• life, discipline and orchestra
• I saw Nepal
• The three deaths that touched me
• My prison experience and the new generation
• A never-ending journey of study, curiosity and learning
• Why do I speak?
• I have 'deleted' 'defeat' and 'insult' from my brain
• I'm a man who goes on fighting, getting up and kicking the dust
• The five most influential people in my life
• my little friends
• Leadership style I understand
• An endless journey of study, curiosity and learning

I was accidentally arrested. If the method was known, he could not have been arrested. Friends who went underground later than me were arrested or escaped by arrangement. It brought about a turning point in my life that would affect me for a long time. A free-thinking person like me was imprisoned in Golghar for four years. He was imprisoned for 14 years. Sub-Inspector Mohan Prasad Adhikari was spared from death by a sudden surge of compassion. People can die by chance, they can live by chance.

is another coincidence. The helicopter we flew from Ranjha airport in Nepalganj fell in the south side of Banke, Shamsherganj within five/seven minutes. By chance, the helicopter did not fall straight down, but turned around a bit. That too on a fallen tree. Its small branches were broken. The impact of the helicopter split the tree in two. One plank fell with the helicopter and the other plank was carried by a tree. The helicopter crashed into the ground. We were injured a little. If the helicopter had descended at its own speed without hitting the tree, no one would have survived.

Not only that, the car I was riding in turned over on the road while going to Terathum. Had I gone under the deal, my life would have ended there. I also survived a motorcycle accident by accident. Coincidence is not effort, not effort. But progress or success is planned. Success comes only through honesty, hard work and dedication.

My marriage is neither love nor arrange. Friends said they would have gotten married. Radhika and I talked like this. The matter was settled at the first meeting. Nothing happened. The marriage was accidental. Now it has been more than 36 years since marriage. Even our arranged marriage was accidental. Sometimes accidental things also give good results.

We should always try to make use of the opportunities we have. You have to move forward with your life by making a plan and setting a destination. There is no need to prepare for death. Death is the final stop of life. It comes by chance. Coincidence sometimes is positive. But the planned work only fails. Planned work gives success, gives you. So let's believe in planned work. & Nbsp;