Isha I started fumbling for words when I decided to write about ‘flag’.Just then,I discovered the poet in me( if we can call it a poem). The poem (I would rather refer to it as ‘lines’) describes the ‘flag man’.If you are true folk of Kathmandu,you might have understood that I am talking about Laxmi Narayan Shilpakar(hope I got his name correct).He is always seen holding the national flag.Thanks to him,wherever we are:whether stuck in traffic,in rain or under the clear blue sky,he gives us the insight of who we are!
His head held high
Holds the flag upright
While it flutters in the sky
In rain and when the sun shines bright
Ponders every lad,every passerby
He who holds it tight
Gives an insight
Would it not be a piece of cloth,so light!
If not we hold it right!
To me,our flag is a symbol of national solidarity and it is an awakening moment everytime I see it flutter.But today I felt different because I saw flags.Flags of different colours:the red and blue national flags,red flags,white flags,yellow flags,orange flags,green flags,blue flags and flags of many other colours;flags of different kinds:the triangular flags,rectangular flags with sun,moon,stars,pen,hammers printed on them.Today I didn’t see the flag man.Instead found out that thousands of people of different kinds walked into the street with flags.They were short,tall,men,women,young,old but no ‘flag man’.I know what our flag means to me but didn’t understand the meaning of those different kinds of colourful walking flags.
‘Flag’ has changed it’s meaning.The flags people held in their hands today was ‘their flag’,not ‘our’.Their flag is merely a piece of cloth,its sold in the market,it walks wherever people walk and speaks only in revolts.’Our’ flag is the one ‘flag man’holds,one that awakens people everytime it flutters,one that lives within us.
JAI NEPAL!
These are the glimses of what I saw today.Though I was struggling to stand in the crowd,I managed to get these shots☺.
Keeping It Real:what if you had no artificial things to cover it up?