Narayanhiti Palace : of clock that has stopped and truth that is lost

This is a very place where glory suffocates and treachery echoes despite being adorned inside all those heavenly walls and decoration. This is believed to be a home to Lord Vishnu himself who lived as a king once upon a time - Narayanhiti Palace. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the tale of Clock that has stopped and truth that is lost.

 

As soon as step is taken into the palace one must realize this is a same place where eminence once lived; was killed and one took way of self destruction, the one who seemed to have tainted the delicacy of 240years of delicacies.

 

Gods seem to have taken special place as they always have preferred. You can see them, admire them but you need to be careful as it is requested 'Please don't touch'. Be sure you don't disturb them from their keen meditation from which they are yet to listen your thoughts.

You will be seeing fine portraits of Kings, standing tall on canvasses. Many of whom are staring down at Tigers and bear they hunted. As legs start to travel the directions you see all those shelves with collections of what seems to be antique and precious. Each of the show pieces must be boasting that they have found their way to be part of something that can be believed as a ' fairy tale' which ended in a sour note. But things that's left unnoticed are those clocks that has stopped.

 

Their hands have stopped as one phase of the time has ended. 'Change' as known for its character of being the only constant element. Some of them have been enclosed along with Gods who in fact have remained unmoved since time itself can remember. But those shining and perfectly crafted clocks would have asked for something better than they have been given to accept. They have become just onlookers. These clocks that told time to kings and 'deadlines' to peasant should be having times of great embarrassment to know that now 'time' has turned against them. But unfortunately even though their hands have stopped, hands of peasant's clock haven't yet moved.

 

There's another thing that appeals to be looked at but in silence. It's called 'Truth'. Truth of something that never should have born and shouldn't have been disguised after it had been born. The massacre of entire family of then King Birendra was greeted with reports that torched the suspicions of conspiracy. And Truth seems to have burned along with it. Sculptures inside should know this 'truth' but only if they could talk. Truth couldn't escape out into the world from high walls of Palace. It remained under depths of ponds that should have trembled from the sounds of bullet that took away one of the most beloved King from people who believed that this nation will see its glorious day again. Instead of truth, answers given to those people who had lost their guardian was far more hurting as report was something that no one would have and hasn't still accepted. Pulling down the entire spot where truth was born hasn't killed it. It still lives somewhere and may be within some people trying desperately to hide it. And to our ill fate they seem to have succeeded so far, continuing towards forever till it will be forgotten.