But does it? Today i lost quiet lot of money (not that much but for me: its dherai nai. Aba Nepali ko kamai herera ta dherai ho ni tyo amount…) Ohh, and to add misery, it was not my money but my sister’s which was supposed to be used for a noble cause: education. Aba j hunu bhai sakyo, umlya dudh ma k tauko dukhaunu (Sigh, good way to console myself.) But with that money i could have gone to Bryan Adams ko concert. Not that i want to go, was wondering myself: bela na kubela k aako hola. young hunda aako bhaye po ramailo hunthyo jun bela sabai bhanda dherai geet uskai suninthyo….aba ahile!! Feri concert ni nahola jasto chha. I was reading news that National Sports Council which own our only stadium asked for ghush meaning bribe for renting out the stadium, and at least 5 sports bodies demanded stadium be not used for concert as it will destroy grass of stadium. Well their point is valid too: Nepal is participating in AFC Challenge Cup and they need ground to practice which do not have all the dhunga and mato matra. Feri aru le bhanne holan, j gare pani harne nai ho kyare… so why to spoil all those ticket holder’s fun? They have valid argument as well.

Relating with concert: I was thinking to get subscription of one National Daily which is giving free tickets to the concert for 2 years of subscription. Then another news hit me: Bryan Adams’s Delhi concert is cancelled due to security. Aba Kathmandu concert pani cancel huna ke ber. Ani ta ghata bhai halyo ni since newspaper won’t return back my money

Since i mentioned how my whole day is ruined. It started from the very morning itself. It was 4 in the morning and I woke up with a loud bang and noises made by my window panes. The first thing that came in my mind was: Shit! earthquake. Without thinking anything, i ran to my mom’s room to wildly ask what’s happening to which my mom calmly answered: thunderbolts. Then another loud bang. One of colleague described how she thought it was a plane crash. Later news said the thunderbolt partly destroyed 300 years old temple at Swayambhu.

I managed to write all these here sitting at my veranda waiting for my mom to come so that i could enter my room. It’s locked and i don’t have keys. This post is definitely dedicated to her.

Every time I open my dashboard, there are spam comments: not just one. Yesterday night I deleted 9 comments and now 2 more. And in past week i must have deleted 20 more. I am tired of this stupid comments that says “Oh I like your blog…nice write ups and gave me new insight” and have link to some sites that claim of penis enlargement or free lottery or god-knows-what.

And seeing such small Baadhi of spams, I check my stats and it’s always same. No, I am not wishing my blog to be popular (probably just a little) and I know very few of you ever read my scribbles (I bet my nephew can write better than I). If no one is reading my blog why those spammer spent their previous time to send me spams?? Or is it automatic? It must be (my tube-light mind which is technologically illiterate thinks so).

Ohh did I tell you I couldn’t make myself finish Black Swan. The movie unfolds with such a power, I know tragedy is coming and I just couldn’t prepare myself to see the horror (well I haven’t completed the movie but I think it will be). Same fear overpowered me while reading Arundhati Roy‘s God of Little Things. I finally managed to finish it and I am glad I did. The book is one of the best book I have read. And I bet Black Swan is also an awesome movie. I have other movies to watch as well and I hope to finish it tonight, review might follow later

Traveled, saw interesting things, listened interesting stories: Some worthy to share, some worthy for self-amusement only.

Had interesting free wifi session at Nepalgunj Airport. We decided to look for coke (man, mid west is reigned by Pepsi, yuck) and we voila, we found one shop. There i decided to go online and what, there was unsecured wifi. As i started uploading some pics i had clicked on the way and checked few emails. My partner in the trip asked to use the email as his iphone gave Dhoka in connecting to the available wifi. We were sitting in chairs that were attached to eachother. As soon as i handed my lappy to him, suddenly wifi is gone. Again he gave to me and it was back, full on. We both got surprises and joked…. Man there were no barriers around but still network waves decided to amuse us.

Another interesting discovery i made was: Buddha air flies to Lakhnau at around 6K and train ticket to Delhi is just under 400 NRS. Seems i should give in to my desire to visit Delhi using this route hehe….or go little more to Bangalore or Chennai or Mumbai Oh, now my desire goes wide and big lol

While flying above Kathmandu Valley one thing i saw was: almost 3 quarters of valley was having load shedding. You sucked NEA but the roads looked so beautiful with vehicles lights….it was more like some wedding night lights…. awesome

After months, if not years, of illusion, i realized my website says all about me. No no, i am not the Rabindra Gurung you discover by googling.

Now at western city that connect the another-world-within-Nepal with Rajdhani Kathmandu. Here for talking (yes thats what i do). But amazing part is: you invite people to do nothing but talk, offer them free food and some money as incentives for coming and talking, still people don’t come on time. You invite them at 9 and they turn up at 11. What’s wrong with people or is their watch that is the culprit?

Btw did i tell you that the hotel i ended up at first night was terrible, yes you know it: the cheaper one. They gave me sirak which was basically useless. I cover myself it’s too hot and i throw it, it’s cold. Thank god i had got my own all-time-use-me-mutipurpose-blanket. And yes mosquitoes tried to took revenge for all the killings i have done so far. But i suffered just few casualties: in your face mosquitoes Yes, yes i have changed to this nice cozy hotel, don’t worry.

Oh yes, forgot to tell you – i even went to see the national park but didn’t had courage to enter inside. Travelled almost 80Kms to see the gate and few Crocs. lying on river bank, a turtle swimming, and Yes, a PIG tied to the tree. Never ever had seen pig being tied to something. It was so cute sight to see but alas, couldn’t take pictures. There at the side of national park we searched for a restaurant which echoed it’s name: hideway. Hard to find seriously. There we asked for Chowmein (yes, chowmein) with less spices and we ended up eating that was so hot with lots of chilies. We all were wondering what would have come if we had asked for hot chowmein

Last note: Overall assessment about myself. I am HORRIBLE and you are right about almost everything you said.

Menu of restaurant at domestic airport of Kathmandu

Another interesting this also happened at Airport. For the first time while purchasing Airport tax, i was refunded 50 paisas. Airport tax is Rs. 169.50 but they always took Rs. 170. Don’t know what happened today, the guy at counter returned back my 50 paisas (2 coins of 25 paisas each), the one with King Birendra’s name on it. I don’t know why but I became happy

Our flight was supposed to be at 12.30 PM but they didn’t make any announcement though it was 12.50 PM. I asked the ground crew of Buddha Air inquiring about the flight time and i got shocking answer, The ground crew curtly told me that the flight isn’t at 12.30 but at 1.20 PM. I was aghast at her response. Okay, we waited till 1.30 but again no formal announcement was made. So we went to have coke and came back at 3 and suddenly they were saying it’s flight time, flight time. Still there was no formal announcement. Few girls were furious at airlines saying they are worse and they should have boarded bus rather than plane. Buddha air, please make announcement. Are you listening?

Finally we landed at Simara airport and straightly headed to Amalekhgunj, a place at Bara district to attend a cultural program. The program was organized to raise awareness on Democracy and Human Rights. Intense lok dohori was going on. The girls were giving tough competition to boys. Finally boys won the competition by mere 0.5 points (as declared by judging committee). Few pictures of the event. (I will keep posting as my days pass on )

This post is 20 days late but still gave me reason to think back.

• I thought I would be blogging a lot but the plan got lost somewhere I presume.
• I thought I would be travelling a lot: Thanks to my work, I have managed to do some. (Could I had afford all on my own? I love my work )
• I thought I would be fit and healthy: But who would fund me for my gym and also who would  stand by to push me to do it? Buhuuuu
• I thought I would be regular at college and do all the assignment: but who would wake me up early in the morning?

But still I hope:

• to join the club and at least get flat belly (6 packs is too much to ask for :>)
• to sincerely go to college and get good marks. (oh boy, oh boy)
• save some money so i could treat myself (like Bryan Adam’s concert or some international trip won’t be bad idea )
• get control of my life

Yes, I could be so superficial

This place where I am working now has lots of memories for me. This is the place where I learned to be professional, learn new skills, techniques, and many more. Met very good friends who will always be in my heart. Looking back, I never thought I will be at this stage: working in the area of development.

I had barely completed by high school and passing my time, like any other kid, roaming and having fun. At the same time, I wanted to be independent on my own, wanted to do something. So when I saw the vacancy, I applied for the post and voila, I got it which was beyond my expectations. Well I had fared well but had talked a lot, I mean a lot. Anyway, I got the job.

When I was a child, hearing my dad’s fascinating stories about histories and myths, I wanted to be historian or archeologist who tells the stories of the past. When I had free time, I used to count stars and watch them in amazement wondering probably I should be an astronomer. Then as I grew up, I thought probably being journalist is the coolest job in the whole world: you can travel and tell the stories. So I took up the subject hoping to be a hardcore journalist who travels around the globe and shares the untold stories. However, fate has something else for me. Even now also I travel, hear the stories and share the stories but not as a journalist who seeks answer to what and how and barely why but as a social communicator who seek answer to why to those questions which hardly interest our mainstream journalists.

These years, I juggled around various positions, worked in many issues and now time has come to say goodbye. But it won’t be easy though I had thought otherwise. The hanging frame that consists pictures of my friends, the poster of John Mayer, the happy calendar and other personal stuffs would have to find new place and I wonder whether there will be place for them in my new desk at new place.

Now my position will change. I will no longer be part of this glamorous media fraternity but still my quest for answer to why will always remain same; my search for stories will always remain same. Probably my voice will be hardly heard in radio waves, but my stories will always find a way to reach out to those who want to know.