भिडियो सहित हेर्नुहोस !
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राजा वीरेन्द्रको ४० रोपनी जग्गाको मासिक भाडा १ रुपैयाँ - (पुरा भिडियो सहित)
King Birendra was akin to a mythical figure, as important to us as most other religious and historic staples. Sure, all of it was a result of the perfect narrative manufactured by the state.But to the commoners, the royal family possessed an “other-wordly” aura. I loved my king growing up.
He was smart, well-educated, modern, benevolent, and by god was he good looking! On TV you’d see him shaking hands and hobnobbing with other heads of state and royals and your chest swelled a little in childish pride.Besides, he was everywhere—in your wallet, in your books, in the classroom, in the libraries and hallways—looking at you with kind eyes and a regal smile, prodding you to walk a little more upright.
Once, when I was still a student with the missionaries, he graced our school’s fiftieth anniversary celebration, and we the students were to form a salutary human cordon as he left the premises.I still remember the edgy anticipation that lasted all morning; of having this one opportunity to stand at arm’s length from the king.
And it was truly magical. King Birendra himself, as though he’d just crawled out of a ten rupee bank note, was walking amongst us, waving gracefully and smiling just like in the Mahendra Mala text books.I remember I was fervently shaking in line that morning. It was surreal. Mythical. And in many ways one of the most spiritual experiences I have had.
