Nomad at the desk!

For many, a beach is just a seashore where water and land meet together but for many, like i, it’s a symbol of freedom, a point to start journey to Neverland.
My country is landlocked and i had never ever seen the beach. All i had seen was in movies…… I wanted to walk along those sands, play with the waves and feel free like birds flying above…

At last on October 17, i saw the beach at The Hague!!

It was submerged in darkness but still i could see the waves making it’s way, rushing through, to meet the land, like it’s meeting it’s love after a long time. I walked through the sand making my footprints and gently played with the icy cold water. I wrote a name on the sand and waited it to be washed away wishing the dream i just wrote in sand would be fulfilled. As the wave gently washed it away, i felt the Wishmaster has heard my wish at last. I breathed cold salty air and felt free, truly free after a long, long time. I could hear the fury of sea yet could feel the calmness it shows. Feeling happy, i slowly walked back.

The beach wasn’t just a beach for me, it was a sense of Freedom, a moment of Dream coming true, a Jubilation of just winning battle. Abolve all, feeling of Falling in LOVE.

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I know no one reads my blog. Why? I don’t post regularly and I write crap (all right later is not entirely true )

Actually I have become lazy, very lazy in fact (impacts are showing, even my stomach Grhhhhh!!) … But after a long hibernation, finally decided to write something. Actually, it’s announcement

After10 days, am flying to The Netherlands…Hurray There’s an international course, and am attending it. I know I will miss Dashain and Tihar this time but There will be Amsterdam and the Europe to compensate If everything goes by, I will be celebrating my birthday (Am getting old ) at Paris

But lets see… how it turns out.

A thought was lingering in my mind, “why on earth my mom thinks I am as good as a lame duck”. I questioned my mom further but all she said was: I don’t do even basic things that I am supposed to do.

I admit, I don’t do most of things I am supposed to do myself- like making bed, or washing clothes or cooking, oh guess, cooking is not on my to do list. Just because I don’t cook or wash or make bed, I don’t become a lame duck. I pointed this truth to my mom but it fell on her deaf ears.

But hey, am pretty fast in other works like – speaking, hmm flickering channels on tv, and many more (please don’t ask about it now). Doesn’t this things count? After all to do everything, am not Superman

I was cruising through busy streets of New Road. Suddenly I saw a busy kiosk of books  on the roadside. So I stopped there and started to scan the books. Seeing me eying the books, the owner of around late 30′s asked me whether I would love to buy Nepali version of Maxim Gorkhi’s Mother. I said NO and before I asked her my question, she showed me Gorkhi’s ideologies, then some other communist leader’s book, some home grown communist guerilla’s story and many other.

I just kept saying no and searching for book I wanted to read: B.P. Koirala’s Sumnima.

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The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga

The tale of two India: One shining bright, another lost in darkness. It teaches us how we can be successful: but only with the price.

It shows how we have become like chicken kept in coop and wait for some survivors to save us. But it takes The White Tiger which comes only once in a ages to escape this coup and live life, the way he wants.

But another dark reality is: a chicken inside the coop guards another. So The White Tiger can’t leave him to die in the coop.

So are you The White Tiger?

But one thing i would like to ask Adiga, Why you think every nepali girl you meet are prostitute?

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