At Some Point

If winters are not cold, then what is? Maybe you. You used to be as cold as the winter. Last year, the winter was cold, as always. But, you were colder than that. The year before that, winter was same but the chilliness was less. So were you. This year, winter is same again but the chilliness is damn high. And I don’t even know about you. I, now, do not expect some other person to make my winter warm. I love the winter the way it is. Because it is real, it is true. There is beauty in nude reality, which is prettier than the masked truth.   I know you even though I don’t actually know you. I don’t know you even though I actually know you. This is funny shit. No worries though. Because I have got some other things to worry about. Like I don’t even want to go to bathroom in winters. I shall file a complaint to it on the behalf of my skin. Whatever. Truth is that I have grown up with the seasons ...

Come, I’ll tell you my secrets You tell me about yours Don’t you think it’s already the time? Look, The page is turning to the new beginning to the new wonders The new chapter where we share our secrets, our everything, where I see the colors of bliss and this dynamics of ours is amazing. Listen, We understand each other We’ll, at least, try to All I want at the end is ME with YOU.

“Post-vacation blues” I learnt the term that defines my feelings of now. It has been said many times but it is worth repeating - Travelling is like a drug; the more you travel, the more you crave for it. Based on this very line, I can say that I’m high now. But actually, I always am – addicted – to travelling. Mount Dhaulagiri and range captured from Poon Hill Every time I get back from a trip, I get the mixed-up feelings. I am happy that I had a good time. I am sad because it’s over now and I’m back. I am dull because I don’t want it to end and I don’t want to get back to normal routine. I’m bored that I have to work now. I also have a little bit of my excitements left as I have some good photos to look at and share. But mostly, the feelings are of blues!   What usually happens is I start comparing the present with the past. Like, oh it’s already been a week? Last week, this Tuesday, I was roaming around in Pokhara. Wednesday? I was walking uphill, into the...

If you are a Nepali born in the month of Kartik (October 18 - November 16), then you might have probably come across these things. 1.        Which month are you born? “Which month are you born?” -           Kartik “Eh! Kattike po?” Digest the sarcasm. Ha-ha! 2.        Your birthday might fall on the day of Kukur Tihar! No. 1 was the general kind-of-funny gesture from the people. More kind-of-funnier is when you have your birthday on Kukur Tihar and you get wishes with a little bit of extra funny words added on facebook wall. I personally feel that all those who are born in Kartik get their birthday on this very Kukur Tihar at least once in a life. I love dogs, I don’t feel bad. J Moreover, I have already witnessed that ‘day’ four years back. Best thing about that was I had quite a memorable birthday that year, thanks to my friends who surprised me on a midnight ...

It has been almost two weeks of the miserable life in Kathmandu. Everybody is angry, which is very obvious and normal feeling for the time being. Meanwhile, it has been almost two months of such misery in Terai. What would have been life there like!! This ‘undeclared’ blockade of India to Nepal has been turning the lives of Nepalese messed up. The fuel scarcity is in its peak - results being seen daily on the streets of Kathmandu. The long traffic jams are no more and the road sees very less vehicles running. Instead, long queues of vehicles are seen at the oil pumps. The crowd in public vehicles is skyrocketed! It has been okay not to follow the traffic rules. Every public vehicle from buses to micro-buses is carrying passengers on hood, on ladder at the back of vehicle, on doors and windows too! The number of people walking all the way is growing each day. There is no choice as is no fuel. The hotels are slowly being closed due to unavailability of cooking gas. The markets ...

photo credit: facebook.com/memenepal I have a sense of happiness today. Like any other normal Nepali person, I am happy for the very Nepal Constitution 2072. It is indeed a historic day. What is making it more joyous is seeing people celebrating the day with excitement. It looked like the day of Laxmipuja in Tihar. This time, Deepawali is celebrated before Dashain and we will celebrate it again for sure. I don’t care with the political agendas as l ong as they do not harm the peace of our country. This time around, the biggies have compromised and united to give birth to the constitution. I wish this unity to long last forever. And I hope there will soon be amendment with unsatisfied parties and they too will join this unity. For our country, for people. What would be more beautiful than unity and harmony? photo credit: Republica Daily It is ordinary that hundred percent cannot be satisfied at once. As it is said, even the thing like deciding what vegetable to co...

The bus was crowded as always and I was standing, trying to balance myself in that crowd - doing so are other people. And there was a traffic jam upto Koteshwor, as always again. A woman boarded into a bus from Manohara bridge. She was carrying a little baby. Imagine now, how difficult it would have been to her? Our difficulties, relatively and comparably, are quite nothing then. But nobody offered her a seat!! After a couple of minutes, there was this one fine lady, who was also standing -- she requested a man to give his seat to that 'mother'. That very 'man', with a lot of weight, was sitting right beside the standing mother. But NO! He didn't let his precious seat. Instead, he threw quite a disgusting look. Seriously!! No wonder, the fine lady got disgusted too. " How can you just stay right there without helping? It is really being difficult for her, you can see that. And what is this staring? Why would you give that look? " she said, in...

"नेपाली हामी रहौंला कहाँ नेपालै नरहे"   Back on April, strong earthquake hit our country leaving thousands of lives shattered and the heart of Nepalese devastated. Nepal Police and Army were the first helping hands in that time of grief and disaster. Today, seven officers lost their souls in a peaceful movement! Yes, they had called it a peaceful movement! An officer was burnt alive. An officer was stabbed by a spear. A two year old kid of a constable was shot by a gun, inside his home. It is feeling very painful to write this – we are more heartbroken today, a #BlackMonday, by Tikapur incident. So-called protesters brutally murdered the police officers in the name of riot. How could one Nepali murder other Nepali? Shame on us... Many have said many things on the topic. People have got very disgusted and are angered which can be seen on the Facebook and Twitter posts. Who wouldn’t be? What has happened today is totally shameful. See from the eyes of the par...

We don’t have any pets in my home. As a kid, we’re told not to touch a street dog regarding the neatness quotient. We still don’t as they, as the reason comes knowingly, can be dirty. That is not their fault. They are homeless. As any other dogs (or, animal), they have a soul, they are good and they are voiceless. For me, any sort of torture against them is cruelty. Chelsea - My First Pet Dog Back in 2011, there was a dog, which was ‘street dog’ for others but like a pet in the house where I stay. She always lived here. She gave birth to six puppies out of which only one is left now, and he stills lives here. He doesn’t have a name. Unlike earlier, he has stopped following us. I think it was after watching Hachiko , in 2013 that this big love for dogs had seeded in me. It was only the matter of leftovers, otherwise, that we used to feed to dogs. To be honest, I still don’t feed him (nameless doggie) on regular basis. He wanders everywhere around and I’m out of the house a...

For the group of people like us, our Kathmandu diaries mostly start right after we are done with our SLC exams. You might already have understood by now that whom people-like-us mean. I cannot generalize things for all but there are things that are likely common for people who belong to middle class family from out-of-valley. I, being one, am trying to share some pieces of my life here in the valley through this blog and somewhere amidst these blogging and sharing, I feel that I can relate many matters to others and theirs to mine. Coming to the capital as a kid with parents and coming to the capital to stay by yourself for the sake of study and stuff are much different. One has grown up enough to live alone (not literally though) and needs to grow further, for the future. One is now not holding hands of mom-dad and following them to the zoo and cinema halls. The excitement and nervousness for college life replace those amusements and fun as a kid. It’s all about TIME, why shou...

photo courtesy: ventureplus.com.np February 23, 2015 It was too much of Shankar BC already. I think he is kinda Lok Dohori Ambassador; almost every Lok Dohori music video has him dancing…madly. I was travelling with the site manager sir in a night bus to Terai (Dang, to be specific) for a new job. By the time we had crossed Thankot, I was already too bored with the Dohori s . Pashupati Sharma (youtube screenshot from Je garna ni garo ) I plucked out earphones from my ears when this video came up on screen because I heard the dohori more than the songs being played on my phone. Pashupati  Sharma’s lok dohori was refreshing though.  Je garna ne garo was fun in both words and visuals. Dohori ended! Then, two men appeared complaining about fashion of youngsters in Kathmandu with not so nice music. Why do public vehicles, specially on a long tour, play these sort of songs? Finally, Shahid Kapoor came dancing like crazy with Sonakshi Sinha for matchmak...

The legalization that America recently declared happened here quite ago, few years back in Nepal. Anyway, it’s good to cheer up the equality. Love wins after all. Love is what matters at the end. And for supporting this very case, Facebook created a rainbow effect – symbolizing the Rainbow flag of Gay community. So, facebook walls were all painted with rainbow colors on profile pictures for a while. Now the question is, were all of them supporters for real? Answers are all spilled up on troll photos. No doubts, there are a bunch of real supporters. Not only LGBT communities, heterosexuals are equally standing by the cause as well. Now, for the complaining mouths or say, hands in today’s networking scene, one doesn’t need to be an animal to support animal rights or a woman to support women rights! But, not everyone with rainbow highlighted dp are supporters of this same-sex marriage legalization in America. Many of them supported the cause without actually knowing what the cause i...

It was okay, it was all good. You came. We talked We laughed We walked We shared moments. You went. Left me in the sky with the memories sometimes cheering me up sometimes haunting me inside. I'm trying to land I'm trying to fly higher in between, I'm stuck in the air among the clouds with the memories sometimes making me smile sometimes haunting me inside.

It brought the never seen before disaster with that almost a minute long strong shaking of ground. It is still haunting people with aftershocks, which have been routined almost as good morning shocks and good night shocks. Moreover, the thunderstorms are competing with the tremors now. Death toll has crossed eight thousands and the number of injured has reached almost eighteen thousands. Dharahara, Basantapur, Temples, villages, roads….none are left from the devastation. But the rays of hope are shining, that we will rise again. Volunteer Batch from Bibeksheel Nepali In these tougher times, the gestures of help shown by the fellow countries, youths of Nepal and the police and armies are totally overwhelming and supportive. Every bit of help from every single person is accounted. The kind of support, interest and unity we have come across during this period only shows that Together We Rise . Irrespective of class, caste or religion, we have come united to help the country and ...

We're as devastated as our cultural heritages are. We're as heartbroken as our brothers and sisters are. We've lost too much to keep calm. We're as shaken as the tremors shook our Nepal. But, we have hopes. Thank you all the people and all the countries for helping us in these darkest hours of our country. Now, we see Humanity exists. Thank you for every single gesture of help. (photo source: facebook) We're lucky that we are safe, have shelters under tents on nearby field and have foods to eat. Many   out there are helpless. Many of us are volunteering, and many of us are willing but not being able as the fear has hit us hard and are out of clue to start from where. But, let's try...as much as we can do. Share a packet of noodle or a bottle of water, anything we think is necessary. Rest in peace all the lost souls. Get well soon injured folks. Stay safe lucky ones. If God has something to do with this disaster, God will also look after us. Yes, we...

Calendar changed. Another year passed. Same as usual - the dreams and the hopes are still unconquered and the taste of life is still mixed-up. Different in just the way those previous years used to be for everyday is new in itself and each year is different from another. Good moments and bad moments. Many mistakes and few prides. Little love and no fights. Many arguments! Above all, ‘explore’ would be the word I wanna use for my year. Not much as I dream, but certainly more than ever before. Everybody is struggling for his or her own goals, some clear and some blurred. It feels as if graduating is the toughest work one has to do while in college years but the real struggle hits hard when one has to step on the real working life. There are tougher things we have to accomplish, truths we need to realize and the system we may not like. Too much gloss is in lights, too much gloom in darks - confusion everywhere around. When I was doing my first job as a civil engineer in a rural ...