At Some Point

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 ...

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...

Okay, yes, I want closeness. I seek affection. Even though I’m pretty much happy by myself, I tend to search for another soul, perhaps with the word ‘mate’ after it! Hmmm… When I walk in the evenings, I wish for you, to walk beside me. Hold a hand, may be? I want to keep talking to you for long, longer. I want to share my silence with you, and listen to yours. I want to tell you my secrets and behold yours. Together we might build our own world. How imaginary! How fictitious! But this is the thing in my head. I dream of you with my eyes wide open. Who are you? Who are you? Why are you in my head? I don’t even know your face. And I don’t care because I know that however you would be, you are gonna be the one I need. Wouldn’t I be the same for you? Sometimes, I want to go away. Far from here, anywhere….where there is serenity, calmness and the raw fragrance of the earth. And I want to devour that feeling, live that experience, with you by my side. I am crazy, yes. But I a...

Everything has a time-period. This all is temporary; nothing is permanent here. I don’t remember how many times I felt sad and how many times my heart was filled with happiness. I don’t remember how many times I felt lonely and alone. These feelings come and go constantly, in the same way, people do in our life. My life is the sky and these feelings are the clouds in it. I feel funny that I once used to think how I could live without something/someone. Well, I am still alive without those. Things or people do not control our life unless we ourselves let our life to be controlled. Those hopes and hopelessness are long gone now. I have new ones. I used to wish (maybe I still do) to have a group of few friends, living in the same neighborhood and being together always. Perhaps, this was childish of me because it ain’t practical. Friendships change. The strengths of relations change. Either it gets stronger or it weakens. Only on the departures, we actually feel how fa...

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.

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 ...

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...

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...

When do you think you’ve gained some weight and realize those kilos plus in your body? I do when I see my stomach becoming a sphere crossing the line drawn from head to toe. And when it becomes a bit hard to button up my pants! You know what I mean.  I’d be happy if the extra kilos were muscles but not fat. This was bound to happen when all I’m doing for few months now is eating, sitting and sleeping! It literally became the right-on process of gaining kilos, and how I've been totally into it! Fat can be burnt and toned into muscles, I know, right? but I am lazy as hell to workout. I might not be alone in it! I don’t think any young man with relatively average or lean body looks good with this. Not a single t-shirt or shirt can hide that pretty round belly’s fat. I mean no offense to people with little more weight, believe me - you guys are handsome. I’m saying that if it has to be fat, it should be nice kinda fat, i.e. thoroughly distributed over all parts, not just th...

Look at the fingers playing across the strings of guitar And them synchronizing with the lips over the flute And holding and juggling the bow on violin or fiddle And the fingers dancing on the keys of a piano The tunes, the melody, the music it resonates I can sense a skill, magic, art and song of its greatness. I see a diver diving into the river and floating on it Playing with the tides, flapping the hands and the feet To go with a flow and reach the other end, a skill required And in all this, there is an art and the glory of it. A potter’s hands and its movements with the smell of clay A footballer or cricketer or any player as they play An artists’ pencil or a painter’s brush Into the canvas, follows their hands’ playful way The sun and the moon, the time and the nature Their ritual of ending a night and calling upon a day Everything has a form and a structure of its own Anything golden or silver and the blues or grey Life's an art there, from a birth to ...

I just came across this beautiful video. This is amazing, heart-warming and true. As it says, child's future is worth every sacrifice. Isn't this the same thing our parents do? for us? Life is beautiful, folks. Even in the darkness, life does not loose its beauty, but it keeps on shining. Perceive, as you want, in your own way. For me, this short movie is brilliant. And very real. P.S. That little girl is very cute.

Its so obvious that we all are busy with our own life, and the people we talk in person or chat in facebook are the ones we either meet often or feel close to. But we all do have so many friends, not all of them are in contact. We may have seen their activities on facebook, but not talked for years. Its so common these days.  Nevertheless, getting in talk with old pal from school or any folk from past after years and years is pretty much refreshing. It makes us remember old days and brings down the memories in a lane. It surely starts with hi/hello making the recipient shocked for an instant and then obviously gets into " long time, ya ?" Talks can go longer with so many questions about each other's life to common friends' life. And we may go shocked or weird or aww... or really-so-so-long-feeling  frequently in between talks. We surely say " keep in touch " at the end. This happens. Having said all these, it however depends on the nature of friendshi...

5 a.m. Not that I just woke up early in the morning, I haven't slept the whole night. My sleep was lost somewhere last night, its already a new morning, new day.... I had shut down my laptop at 10 pm, stopped using cellphone at 11 pm, could not sleep a bit and am hooked on laptop again since 2 am! My right eye is paining. It was bound to happen. A sleepless night like this reminded me of my college days when only thing I have to worry about is my study and only time I stayed awake all night is either during exams or the time I had tons of assignments. However, during exams I literally used to sit down for studying but always ended up sleeping in a chair only to find a single page turned over by the time I woke up in the morning. That was a whole different scenario anyway. As I got inside my blanket closing my eyes to get sleep, random thoughts started playing inside my head. I was thinking about what I'd do and what sort of life I'd be living in coming days. Caree...