At Some Point

A face can tell so many things about a person. A face is like the symbolic reflection of a story. Not a tale of entire life, but a little story at the moment. And for this, I feel, the eyes and the mind play the catalyst in the reaction between the beholder and the subject. I, obviously, came across many different people during my job in Rasuwa and I do remember almost all the people I worked with. The first name to come is Mr. Kang, a Korean construction manager, because of the man that he was and the hard times he gave us. I was annoyed and angry with him but it was just the way he used to work. It was mostly kids, whom I was more interested to interact with. Whether it was the children of workers or the local kids of the village, I found them more intriguing. There was a school but that was not functioning well; the local kids were busier in household chores anyway. The situation of children of workers was even sadder as they had to stay up in the camps with very limited basics

If there is any order of a life, I think the randomness is one part of it. Amidst your ambitions, dreams, struggles, hardships, pleasures and all, there will be little random things that you did/experienced in the journey of your life, which will crawl into your memory, some time later, and will make you smile, if not feel something at least. With me being more interested in exploring and a compact camera in my hand, it was pretty obvious to have some such random images with me. When I look at these images, I sometimes ask myself, did I really work as an engineer? haha... Well, I did, apparently. And these were the little perks of my job after all. The Fishing Duty A Hobby or a Work? After the unloading of stones, the tractor itself decided to tilt quite a bit (apparently). What followed next is in this picture. A little Cairn Yes, this pile of stones is called Cairn; this word comes from Scottish Gaelic language. I have not known the exact purpose of this but from the

It was my first professional job, a fresh graduate, and to be honest, I was not that good at my work. The sad truth is that the education we get here doesn't make us fully prepared in the practical field when the college is over. The certificate helps, so does the theoretical knowledge; but the most essential of all is the adequate practical knowledge that is always lacking in our educational system. On the other hand, this also depends on the students themselves. This is whole another topic to talk about. Not today. I did many mistakes. I got scolded by the seniors. I learned. There were fellow colleagues and few seniors those were helpful. I had quite an experience. Less sweet and more sour. I don't know if it adds to my nature or counts as my weakness on the work front or something else, I was always more interested in the stuff like nature, people, their stories, etc than the usual job-stuffs. If only that could actually pay me.... Ha-ha.. No worries, though. Thank g

Two years ago, while I was working in a remote village Mailung of Rasuwa district, I had hardly thought that those Rasuwa days would stay fresh in the reminiscences for many years to come. Honestly, the photos that I had captured are the main reason behind this. Whenever I look at those in my gadgets, all the things related to it start to float in the mind. No, I don't get into nostalgia, but it is more like the feeling of something good, something that I have experienced and am happy for.  There were more bitter feelings then but when I think of it today, it was actually good for I got to learn many things, experience many things - mainly: adjustment and tolerance capacity. Well, of different pieces of stuff to remember, I mostly recall its natural beauty.  It is not that drop-dead gorgeous place, neither it has abundance of breath-taking scenery. It is but just a small village, quite a remote area even though not very far from the capital city. When I first arrived ther

Do you have to be in a bigger stature to have a big dream? Cannot you pursue your dream that is something other than one would call an ideal one? What price actually do you have to pay for your dreams? It is hard being a dreamer, until and unless you turn out to be an achiever. And that is a long way there, definitely full of hardships, judgments, obstacles, and what not. It takes a courage to take a step towards your chosen path but it takes more of it to get moving on without stopping, to rise again after you fall, to keep on hoping when no one but only you believe yourself. What is an ideal life? Finish certain level of study, get a job, marry, have kids, earn for a family, and then the responsibilities for your children; the cycle continues with generation. Would I be crazy if I have other plans for my life than those? Would I be crazy because I want all those things, but in a different way? Would I be crazy if I determine to go on my own way and not follow the path eve