tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7600711269882339172024-11-01T16:21:27.226+05:30A Ray of Change... A Hope...R'meshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16104029966816046579noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760071126988233917.post-24512919589004996982013-07-21T23:48:00.001+05:302013-07-22T00:26:14.460+05:30

बिहान उठेर मोबाइलमा औला डुलाउँदै थिए, फेसबुकले सम्झाइदियो उसको जन्मदिन भनेर। दुई लाइन शुभकामना खर्च गरे।तुरुन्तै उत्तर पठायो। “दाई अलि गाली गरेर भन्नु यार, चित्तै बुज्झदैन... मिस यु .. साँच्ची”। ओठ फिस्स फुक्यो हल्का हाँसोमा। मख्ख पँरे।एक मन सोँचे दुई लाइन गालि पनि खर्च गर्दिऊँ। तर फेरी सोँचे, हैन ऊ त अब्बल कवि भइसक्यो कँहा गाली गर्न मिल्छ। सरसर्ति उसको वाल हेर्न थाले। केटोले फेसबुकको

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ठ्याक्कै उमेर त भुले, तर म सानै थिए। सायद पाँच बर्ष जतिको थिए होला। मेरो उमेरका धेरै स्कुल जान थाले पनि म चाँहि हजुरबासँग कखरा र बाह्रखरी घरमै सिक्थे। हजुरबा चक लिएर आँऊथे, अनि मलाई आँगनका डिलका ढुङ्गामा लेख्न लगाँउथे। गाँउमा चाईनाका भयाक्कुले भकाभक पहरो चिरेर मोटरबाटो खन्दै थिए। स्कुलको हाफ छुट्ठिमा दाईहरु उफ्रिदै चाईनाको चमत्कार हेर्न पुगिहाल्थे। अनि साँझ बिहान घरमा भयाक्कुको माहाभारत बखान

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She was standing in the coffee bar and staring at me. Her absurd gaze made be uncomfortable so I just turned around to escape from her. She was in no mood to give up. She walked to me with her coffee in her hand.    “Can I join you”, she asked with ease. I was in no mood to have a company but how could I refuse a beautiful lady. So I just nodded. “Are you expecting someone”, she

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These days I have only 16 hrs of my own time, time to sleep, eat, movies, books, internets and other daily chores just in 16 hrs.‘24 hours weren’t sufficient how could 16 hours be ‘When I say so my brother has a good explanation. ‘It is not that you don’t have time, you have full 24 hrs but you utilize your 16 hrs full in bed that it looks like you don’t have one’. So I had to rush when it comes

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As per the plan I was waiting next to the Lions Gym, around hundred meters south of the Sankhamul Chowk. I pulled the cell phone from the pocket and had a look on the clock. ‘Uff, just 8:03am’. I breathe heavily and the gulp of air loomed around my face like the puff of smoke. Though the sun had graded through the scattering cloud on the east, the streets of Kathmandu were still arctic. Nothing

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Couple of week back the vibration in my cell phone waked me up at 5:30am. I reached for the cell without opening my eyes.‘Hello, are you fine?’ It was my mom on the other end.‘Yea, I’m doing great’ though it was really annoying getting call at 5 in these chilly winter dawn, I tempt myself hearing the comforting voice of mom after a long time.‘Did you felt the tremor?’ She was sounding weird.‘Yes

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‘25/26 is not a nice age for a man’ the post appeared several times in my wall. ‘……25/26 is not a nice age for a man,…..Your ex-gfs are getting married,….. your career has just started…….Elders treat you as unproven theorems, ….. Every Aunty you meet ask “Shaadi kab kar rahe ho beta !!”, ……while uncle asks “Career ka kya socha hai beta…”,…….. You have all the confidence in the world but little

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Preceding three nights were quite rough; whole night digging into 3 books of card without blinking an eye and emptying the pocket without a good damn chance to win. So when the climax of Tihar came, the ending was sure to be forlorn: the evening of Bhaitika day, I and my blue visage left alone in the room trying to catch some sleep. My laborious attempt to make up for those preceding nights

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Next day after Dashain, the world wasn’t awake and I was all set to leave my home to get back to the shitty Kathmandu. Loaded with two heavy back packs I took a taxi to the bus park. My ticketing agent’s foul play made me to travel in a mini bus and worst of all I had to pay double. What to do its Dashain for everyone. So called tourist bus was filled with few but intriguing foreigners. The bus

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It was late night and we exchanged few email. I don’t know why I didn’t dare to open the chat box. But a couple of emails were enough to evoke an Elysian memory. There were no more high school slangs, no more nickname, no more haggling just formal words, and words enough to make you realize we’re grown up dude. Half dozen autumns had passed since. As soon as I finished reading the email, I just

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The perfect set up for the long planned weekend seemed bleak when the week long rain never took an interest in subsiding on the dawn of Saturday as well. But the pray on the night before had done some tricks as the cloud started to disperse from the east showing void hope of sun. 7:30 in the clock and we were all set for the ‘Bhaag! Bhaag! DK Bose DK Bose Bhaag!’ I was standing on the queue in

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Time and often the human mind go through the quandary. I have felt such in last few days. Just for the instance I would like to mention my phobia and mania of the seasons; my phobia of the summer and mania of the winter. No doubt the winter is the best one. The warmth of the winter sun that breeds new aroma in the air, the droplets of dew on the leaves that shines like the diamond which makes

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I and one of my friends were returning from the workplace. Putting aside the burden of day long work and walking freely back home was really pleasing. As we were few blocks away he got the call. After getting off the phone he turned to me and said ‘we gotto go somewhere else’. ‘Why? What happened?’ I asked in a doldrums. I thought my plan of getting to room early and having a good early sleep

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The Inception: The playlist in my media player was playing Kid Rock ‘All Summer Long’. I neither bother to add another one to the list nor did I try to pause it. ‘It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long’. The lucid images of my early college life started to roll around my eyes. My long hair which I cherish these days in facebook albums had an interesting role in marking the

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It was just another day; nothing unusual or exciting was happening. The most noticeable fact about the torrid summer morning was that the sun was ascertain to make you tandorri (Copyright from Alchiko Poko, sorry boss got to borrow your word) by the end of the day. And what more to expect in the Capital if it was the fifth morning without the rainfall? I had few things to take care of in my old

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48 hours to go off the clock for the constitution and we can see all the attention and hurriedness summing around New Baneswor. Tens of group gathering around the Convention Center with banners some are chanting slogans others making a circle and dancing. God! Look at these morons’; it seems that they are performing Karaoke on the street. The result; its predictable, first no matter how much

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Going through the Saturday edition of The Nagarik, I felt like getting laddu in both hands. The first one is 12 pages free in same 5 rupees and the second one is that it is dedicated mostly to books. Last Saturday we had a small gathering in my place so I asked a friend to bring Nagarik. After reading it I felt satisfied with the expenditure. Reading Buddhisagar is always funny and this time ‘

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Finally it’s over. By this I mean ‘Scofield Mania’. I’ve been watching Prison Break for a year and I just finished it now. The moral Scofield taught me was more than the knowledge I could get from thousands books. ‘The fight for the freedom and the fight for your loved one worth more than the thousands battle fought in the human history’.Getting along with the story I would like to start with the

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The continuous beep of the alarm and I was off the bed. As the matter of fact, I just completed my studies and I’m waiting for the transcript. So what more, it’s time to head towards same old destination; Putalisadak. When you are in between the studies it’s the best place to hang out. Reasons, I can give few of them. First agree or not everyone’s cooking something big in their head so it’s

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The secrete plan about buying a bicycle was hitting our evening study hours from last couple of weeks. My brothers used to count the money they had three four times every evening. I used to sat by them and watch their eager face. The total budget consists of the fixed deposit of my two brother’s last three Dashain total gross collection. I tried to buy the share with my gross collection of the

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It was just another freaked out day for me. I heard the news of exam being postponed for 3 days and when I checked the university website last night there was the third notice with the same theme. So there was no real rush to start my study for the day. I woke up late had my lunch and started playing manager mode in FIFA11. ‘If university doesn’t want to take my exam why should I give it huh’,

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(Dedicated to all Mr. Too Much Thinkers out there) Mr. Right inside me said ‘think about it man, think hard about it’ and the Mr. Who Cares inside me said ‘What the hell? Go and get it, now is the time so hit the nail in the head’. These two me (Mr. Right and Mr. who cares) are really hard to deal with. They never try to settle. When one says something the other always says ‘Fuck you’. And

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I had heard too much about Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist so I bought it and finished it in one stands. That was few years back when I started exploring foreign literature. My love for foreign literature was marked by the overwhelming love for Tolstoy’s War and Peace and Gorki’s Mother. Thanks to my family background for inspiring me in Russian Literature. As I went through the Alchemist, frankly

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The traffic in the streets of Kathmandu goes into hibernation on Saturday, and it feels really great to be around. After a long time, yesterday we got a chance to move our feet on the Jam free streets of the capital. It really feels out of the world watching empty road in the town. The cold breeze was blowing the whole evening. The freshness of the rain that washed all the filth of Kathmandu

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My classic Sony Ericsson 300i played irritating Greeting ringtone to wake me up at 6 am. I pulled my hands below the pillow to search for my vibrating cell phone. The ring tone was getting louder every single time it buzzes. So I grabbed and mute it. Between my half opened, wax filled and stretched eyebrow I saw the screen of my 300i displaying 2/14/11, Monday. The load shedding schedule

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