When I was in the primary school, I recall that my father (Late) used to recite for me an English jocular slogan which is as follows:

"A monkey was sitting on his tail, telling a tale about his tail".

This sounded funny to me then but yet I liked it. So this could be taken as the first lesson taught by my father to me.

I miss my father who never expected anything from me but longed for my well being. I was lucky.

The meaning underneath this, I have yet to understand. Or is it that the monkey was talking of the evolution of his tail and the body itself? Was the monkey aware of the Darwinism? Or was he himself Lord Hanuman in his simple form?

A monkey telling a tale about his own tail sounds funny. But yet one could take from this sentence that the Monkeys too have the knowledge to express their inner pains and make known to others about their own body structure. So the monkeys are not fools. After all, they are our ancestors. We must respect and honor them to the extent possible because we are attached to them this way or that way.

That was a story aired by my father to me. When I have myself come to this age, 60 plus, and feel that I must take a retirement now because of some unseen, imposed and unexpected problems grip me at times, yet I remain conscious on how to forward good analyses for the readers who were more qualified than me. This is my firm conviction that I must provide in-depth analyses to my readers which apparently remain ignored by my professional learned colleagues. What they ignore is for me a bumper prize. I take politics in a different way than the sponsored ones. This must be clear to all my valued readers.

Whether I have been able to satisfy my readers or not is not known to me but yet what I can guess is that some brilliant commentators do not like my analysis and even take me as "nonsense".

Democracy that it is.

One online edition commentator recently took me as nonsense analyst. He was simply great. Very freshly one gentleman wrote that we at this website write "crap".

I could be nonsense but my analyses are not. I write what I have been empowered by my long association in this sector which has already crossed 42 years plus and that too uninterrupted. Almighty has provided me everything and thus I need not to beg alms come what may. The day I will retire, that I must, will be the happiest man on earth. I served my mother Nepal to the extent that I could do or extend my services. The younger generations now will take up what I took up in the last forty two years plus.  I am tired now. It is too much for me.

End of the first part: begins the second one.

Now let me come to the point. Let's have some fun and relax. I relax quite often perhaps to forget my personal problems. I am after all a human being.

I guess now that even dogs understand. If the monkeys can tell stories then why not the dogs? They know what is going in and around them. They know their soil and naturally they too, though can't talk with the men, speak so many things unspoken which becomes evident from their faces, gloomy at times. Some even could have been expressing their reservations through barking. Dogs too have should like us. Let's respect their feelings.

But we don't understand or at best ignore what they want to express at times.  After all Nepali dogs are not that fools not to understand the country's terrifying politics that it is.

The dog shown in the picture is my dear to all in my community in Dillibazar, Gahattekulo. He enjoys playing with the kids and older men alike. No bias. He is simply great.

I admire him, the dog, in that he chooses the shop to sleep or take a short nap which is just by the side of my office. So I meet him practically every day. Mostly in the afternoon.

That he understands politics got reflected the day when he heard, I presume, that the sixteenth round of Nepal Prime Ministerial  election too have gone in vain, my hero, the dog shown in the picture, preferred to go in for a deep slumber.

He slept for quite a good number of days. I was told that he had not gulped any sleeping pills, as we do at times. Why he preferred to sleep upon listening to the failure of Nepal PM election, I don't know. And how could I know because he hasn't told me the reason as to why he slept for so long. Even if he says, how can I understand his language that is almost alien to me?

Even if he says, how can I get his, I presume heart-broken message?

But to the surprise of many, including myself, this hero dog suddenly came out from his deep slumber when he felt that the earth had begun shaking underneath  his sleeping place, precisely on November 19, 2010, early evening.

In effect a severe jolt was recorded, media reported the next morning November 20, 2010, at the Parliament house in Baneshwar which perhaps was of such a magnitude and dimension that our hero dog too felt terrified and thus broke his sleep. Some good souls provided him with what he needed after a long sleep. He was hungry, needless to say.

The dog has become restive since the event that rocked Baneshwar, November 19, 2010. This I could see from his facial appearance. He looks pretty sad. His friends have been trying to console him by stating that in politics, such events do happen and thus there was nothing g to panic. But he remains undeterred.

He is pained in observing that Shyam Saran pencil drafted 12 point agreement too has gone deep inside the mother earth. So sad! The dog knows that Saran was assisted in this Nepal gulp job by S. D. Muni.

So he thus knows the neighboring politics as well. Smart dog that he is. We must admire his "sleeping" intellect. Only philosophers act in such a dramatic manner.

I don't know how to make him understand the nitty-gritty of Nepali politics. I will refer him to read a book on "Power and Politics" by Phillip from Minneapolis University. Perhaps upon reading this book, my hero dog will get the point. The dog is further advised to have a look upon the book by Samuel P. Huntington on Third Wave of Democracy and if he has time then "Clash of Civilization" by the same distinguished author.

A political dog must read this world acclaimed books on politics. I mean it. Sleep is needed but not at the cost of national politics. He should even collect the courage to make a passionate lecture on Nepali politics. I guess, people will rush to listen to his illuminating lecture.

Though he can't utter, save barking, I could see that he is pretty annoyed and is not sure that the constitution will come to the people even on the extended date.

He is pretty worried, I have been told by his immediate colleagues who also loiter around my house the whole day, as they have not to collect their monthly salaries, because some senior dogs told him that the people's representatives have been pocketing their salaries even of the days when they don't cast their votes or prefer to remain absent.

The dog says, this is a betrayal of people's faith. He says the broad day light plunder of the nation can't be tolerated.

I thus hope that this dog will out of sheer frustration, once again go on for a long sleep. And lo! He has already gone for a long nap. Look how he is sleeping as if he has nothing to do with the national politics. Is he a traitor then?

Poor dog but very sharp and intelligent. While writing about this male dog, I have been told that he is warming up his body. It is already winter in Kathmandu. He knows how to warm up. This is his sharp brain.

That's all.   

(This write up is not aimed at maligning our heroes and builders of Nepal. If, per chance, some take it seriously, then they will do so at their own cost. This is just for recreation which we need at frustrating times that we are in now).

(Inspired by Indian Writer Krishna Chander's satirical book on "A Biography of a Donkey" –Ek Gadhey Ki Atma-Katha).