At Some Point

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...