At Some Point

How long should you be connected to a person for him/her to become the one, who when leaves, makes you feel sad? This is a relative thing: the answers differ with each individual for sure. If you ask me, a single day can make me develop such feelings for a person. When you feel the connection from inside, a time period is but just a number. You can be friends with someone since your childhood and yet the presence or absence of that person might not differ much to your life. But someone whom you have in your life for a little while might just mean much valuable to you. That is why, I now realize, it is said that the length of time does not matter, but its depth does. So, how do you know somebody you meet or have is that someone ? The bad part is, most of the times, you get to realize it only after the person is gone from your life. It is such a sad thing, I know. We all know. It is a rare case that we know that ‘ someone ’ while the person is still in our life....

There… We were sitting on the steps outside Chatting about a thing and many Warming our body with a dim ray of sunlight We were in office. There… Works were yet to be done Laptops were charge-less Load shedding was ruling over We were free, literally. There… The gate was wide open right before us And nobody there to hold back We could have gone We could have left. There… We couldn’t leave and go somewhere else We couldn’t use the time as we wanted to We couldn’t decide on ourselves Or, we didn’t dare to? There… Rules were the chains And discipline, the boundary We were almost the prisoners, actually Prisoners of what? There… Of money! That we have been working so hard for Of our brain, That has been running by the norms of society There… We were prisoners of our own thoughts! We still are.

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...

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...