Yogendra Milan

यो संसारमा अरुले चिन्दैन तपाईंलाई,

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नमस्कार ! म योगेन्द्रमिलन छन्त्याल । मेरो घर बोङ्गाखानी, बोङ्गादोभान हो । यो बागलुङको विकट क्षेत्रमा पर्छ । हिजोआज म लिस्बन, पोर्तुगलमा बस्दै आएको छु ।

मैले विगत २९ वर्षदेखि शिक्षक, सामाजिक कार्यकर्ता, राजनीतिक कार्यकर्ता, मानव अधिकार अभियन्ता, पत्रकार, सहजकर्ता र डिजिटल उद्यमीका रुपमा दसौ लाख व्यक्तिहरुलाई उनीहरुको जीवनशैली तथा आर्थिक अवस्था सुधार गर्न शिक्षा दिने, सहजीकरण गर्ने, अभिप्रेरित गर्ने र सुसूचित गर्ने काम गरिरहेको छु ।

म २००८ देखि विदेश रहे पनि देशका लागि मेरो क्षमताले भ्याएसम्म सहयोग गर्ने र योगदान दिने प्रयास गरिरहेको छु । विदेशमा पनि नेपालीलाई अन्याय, अत्याचार, शोषण र दमन हुने गर्छ । यस्तो अवस्थामा मैले व्यक्तिगत वा संस्थागत तर्फबाट सक्दो सहयोग पुर्‍याउदै आएको छु ।

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Me and my Dai21 Jun
After only the first day he called me his bhai. This means younger brother in Nepali. When I cut my finger the other day, he was quick to see if I was ok.

“What hurts bhai, hurts dai (older bro),” he said with a smile.

If you hadn’t guessed already, Yogendra, the COCAP focal point coordinator in Baglung and who features prominently in many posts, is my dai. He’s quite an interesting character. He’s only a year older, but married and has three great kids. Regardless of age, that already makes him my dai.

Me and my dai (big brother). During the second People’s Movement last year, Yogendra was injured while protesting for democracy in Nepal. He is one of only 1000 Nepalis to have the distinction of “Wounded in the Revolution”. His reward for such an honor: a 33 percent transportation discount.

On only the second day, when I was asking him about his work, I caught a glimpse of his mettle. We were talking about his previous work with a rural development organization and how he would be harassed during the civil war by both sides, Maoists and government. But he didn’t give specifics, so I prodded.

I expected a story about getting threatened verbally (which happened) or perhaps slapped around. But what I got was a story of his abduction that lasted 11 days.

On route to a remote village near his home, Yogendra and a colleague were stopped by Maoist forces. The soldiers knew who Yogendra was, but they suspected his colleague of being a government spy. Therefore, Yogendra was a collaborator.

They were taken to the village and given shelter with a local family who were ordered to only give them food twice daily (the family snuck them scraps of food during the day because as anyone knows, Nepalis MUST eat at least 4 or 5 times a day).

“Everyday, Sita [his colleague] would cry. We were afraid we’d be killed like so many others who had disappeared,” he said.

“So did you cry?” I asked.

“No, I’m a man. Men can’t cry. We must be strong,” he replied.

What was I going to do? Argue with him?

On the 11th day, a local Maoist came to their hut. Yogendra convinced him to take them to the Maoist commander. After a series of talks they were released on condition that they never return to the village.

That’s an easy condition to agree to. But, of course, Yogendra would be back. He had a job to do.

One week later he met with the district level Maoist leader and after a few weeks received a letter of recommendation. This would allow him to travel safely to the village and complete his work. Two months later he returned, finished his work, and thanked the villagers who helped him.

“But you must understand, while I was safe from the Maoists, if the government forces had found those letters, I would have been shot,” Yogendra explained.

So he kept them in his underwear. Another colleague of his would fold the paper, wrap it in plastic and hide it in his mouth. He obviously didn’t do the talking.

“It was very dangerous to work during the civil war,” he said with a giant smile.

Yes, dai, dangerous indeed.