Involuntarily Uncensored

Nahsorism-16

2011-08-21T07:59:00.000+05:45

I am no different from a bath soap, juggled by two hands each one mimicking my duty and responsibility, and in the process of cleansing losing its existence.

All Rights Reserved: Roshan Upadhyay

Nahsorism-15

2011-08-12T15:39:00.002+05:45

Dilemma can be defined as the state where a person who is chewing beetle-nut for the first time is confused of what to cherish and what to spit.

Remove from Friends

2010-07-06T22:19:00.002+05:45

It was a good, eventful day today. Had a great project orientation for my students and later had positive conversation in my past college where I did my graduation, regarding my association as visiting faculty there. During the day I finalized a deal for the furnishing of my office for my new venture. I was in a good mood. In the evening, some silly comments from one of my facebook connections did break my heart. Seriously, I was not expecting that the person I am referring to, will have so mean sense of perception and complete confidence on his tunnel vision.

I instantly removed the facebook connection. I don’t know if this was right or wrong to remove, with the option to hide that connection was available. But I could not tolerate the statements that were deviated and out of context. Justifying things to that connection was like banging your head on the wall. When logic fails, you can do nothing. I am feeling pity, not for what the connection has done to our relation, but for what he has done to tarnish his self respect. I tried a lot to maintain his self respect by reasoned commenting, to make that connection understand and perceive to the right context. But it was all in vain. “I am always right” attitude can’t be helped, is what I concluded.

I have won lot many friends, with whom I have argued. It was not always that I was the winner in the argument, but then I was justified with the discussion of my counterpart in the argument. Positive thoughts are always encouraged, but when someone is mistaken with “what I speak is always positive” is not entertaining. I know that the connection that I am referring to has never experienced what failure is, and everything that came on the way was taken as success. I do not doubt the connections capability for success, but without failure person lacks experience. These days I sensed some kind of dissatisfaction in that connection. I know that the normalcy of the connections life is disrupted for whole lot of other reasons, the connection is becoming so insensible, and so engrossed in evasive mumbling that the person is unaware of what issue is on the floor.

My disrespect is never respect for me, but someone loves to dislodge their self respect, in the process of defending their argument lacking insightfulness. Hence I removed the connection from my facebook thread. It’s about 4 hours now, and I think I did well by removing the connection to keep things intact within my conscience. I look forward to good of this connection, for prosperity, for gaining whole lot of insightfulness to his actions, good or bad. Happiness to him always.

Amen.

Tamanna

2010-06-23T22:58:00.000+05:45

Tumhari muskurahato par fida hona,
Tumhari julfo me apni parchayee dhodna,
Tumhari nigaho ki gehrai me doobna,
Tumhari hoton ki khamosi ko sunna,
Tumhari dhadkano ko mehsoos karna,
Tumhari adaawo par jaanisaar hona,
Tumhari taarif apne dil ko sunana,
Tumhari yadon ko bhulane ka asafal prayaas karna,
Tumhari khubsurati ko alag hi andaaz me bayan karne ki tamanna,
Tumse har waqt na sahi tumhari tasveer se hi baate karne ki tamanna...

(Found out this, when I searched my archive for some stale post to my these days rarely updated blog. Dated Feb, 2006)

Dhadkan se Guftagu

2010-06-23T22:54:00.000+05:45

Meri dhadkano se gujarish ki maine...
Apni raftaar ko kam kyo kar rahe ho mere yaar...?
Main jine ki kosis kar raha hoo...
Par tum khud ko mujhse door karne ki kosis kyo kar rahe ho mere yaar..?

Mere dil ne mujhe jawaab diya...
Dhadkan tumhari kisi aur ke dil me dhadak rahi hai mere yaar...|
Dhadakna chahata hoon tumhare hi dil me...
Par tum us dil me meri bhi dhadkan doondne ki kosis kyon nahi karte mere yaar..

(Found out this, when I searched my archive for some stale post to my these days rarely updated blog. Dated Feb, 2006)

Nice One: Iktara Male Version

2010-04-26T16:57:00.000+05:45

I liked this song very much. I was unaware of this Male Version (courtesy: Karan Johar on Twitter) (Sung By: Tochi Raina) Torrent here (As on April 26, 2010 ). Hope u have heard the Female Version (Sung By: Kavita Seth). Only heard the male version today. I am posting the lyrics and the song links (See above). I am sure you will like this, and if you have heard it before you must have liked it.

Lyrics courtesy with a nicely attempted Urban Translation from: spinningawheel

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Rooh ka banjara re parinda

Chhad gaya dil ka re gharonda
Chhad gaya dil ka re gharonda todke
Re gharonda todke, gaya chhodke

(rooh = spirit, self or seat of intellect, banjara= nomad, parinda = pigeon, free rebel bird)

Its the free spirit (in me) that is soaring, flying out like a bird, escaping from my heart, which (once) used to be its abode…..breaking the shackles that held it within….(as we talk), the spirit is away on a wing and a prayer, having bolted from its own (constraining) home.

Je naina karun band band

Beh jaye boond boond (2)
Tadpaye re, kyun sunaye geet malhar de

Every time I close my eyes, the river (of tears) begins to drizzle (down)…..Anguish and misery are my (constant) company, even as the song (and sounds) of rain(s) have started their slow dance.

Bemalang tera iktara (8)

Iktara is a single stringed instrument capable of a deep bass and a sharp treble…..and hence is metaphorical of music and the seven notes and life’s up and down in general. This line says…. My iktara continues to harp without any chord, melody or joy….

Itra tun basi basi, padi hai sirhane

Band darwaja dekhe lauti hai subah
Thandi hai angeethi seeli, seeli hain deewarein
Goonje takrake inme dil ki sada
Goonje hai re (2) dil ki sada (2)

(itra = colloquial word for perfume or an aromatic body paste)

My embellishments (like my scents and fragrances) are lying wasting around, breathing their (useless) aromas out and (in the process) dying….My (new) morning (and fresh beginnings) are about to return back after knocking endlessly on my closed doors….My oven and my walls are all damp and cold (due to neglect and disregard)…..In all of these atrophy(surrounding me), all I can hear is the wail of a dirge from my soul, this slow constant echoing lament of my heart.

Jo naina karun band band

Beh jaye boond boond (2)
Tadpaye re, kyun sunaye geet malhar de

Every time I close my eyes, the river (of tears) begins to drizzle (down)…..Anguish and misery are my (constant) company, even as the song (and sounds) of rain(s) have started their slow dance.

Bemalang tera iktara (8)

My iktara continues to harp without any chord, melody or joy….

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Enjoy,

Roshan

NahsoRism-14

2010-04-15T15:40:00.004+05:45

(Coming) shortly is a relative term and it depends on the mood and rhythm of life. It deals with the temporal signal of living and also depends on the electricity schedule of the respective country from where the post (blog) / status (FB/Twitter/Orkut/e.t.c.) containing this word (or phrase) originated.

Typo Anecdotes

2010-03-30T13:19:00.002+05:45

"This post warrant that you are 18 years of age or older"
You greet someone with a "Hello",
You miss an ‘O’,
And you are cursing them to hell.
@ The other end::MUTE: YOU GO TO HELL!!

Someone is sick, you say "Get Well Soon",
You miss an ‘O’,
And you become the father.
@ The other end::MUTE: AS IF YOU ARE, YOU MOTHERF***ER!!

You wanna wish someone "Good Luck",
And the left index replaces the key press of right ring finger,
And you end up being offensive.
@ The other end::MUTE: THAT WOULD BE NICE, BUT WITH WHOM?

You try to sneak peek to your HOTMAIL inbox at work,
In a hurry M and T switched and you are redirected to a parked URL,
And you realize currently wearing one with a bunch of holes.
@ Your end::MUTE: GOT TA BUY SOME NEW ONES!!

You go for your favorite search in Google,
A diagonal row mistake by your left index,
And wow, you land up to a page which is amazing.
@ Your end::MUTE: AHH!! MAN, THIS IS BETTER THAN GOOGLE!!

How Phewa Lake Originated? - A Legend

2010-03-01T16:33:00.004+05:45

Once upon a time there was a village called 'Panchaase', where there lived two gods. They were Bhayer and Barah. Both of them were the most respected and well-preached gods of that place. One day both these gods were unable to control their instinct of explicit proud and started arguing, who is of more importance and of more value to the people? Then what they decided was really the turning point in the story of creation ofLake Phewa. Both had a solution to this argument, which said that the one who wins the fight of power would be declared as the winner and hence mightier of the two. After this they started to fight with all the might and power they had. The fight lasted for long years and after a tiresome struggle the godBhayer out powered the god Barah. After this shameful defeat the god Barah felt insulted to stay in that place and thought of emigrating to some another place. He shifted to a place called ‘Mathum’ which is the origination place of Lake Phewa. There was a small pond with some water with a small mound in the middle. In this small mound the temple of the god Barah was made and he started to live here. After some time because of the influence of the god Barah a saint came and started dwelling there. He along with his wife started to preach the god Barah and became an indispensable part of the god Barah's day to day life.

The saint had with him an extraordinary shell (Sankha) which had its opening on the right. This shell was extraordinary because normally shells are opened to the left. This extraordinary shell, which is called "Dahine Sankha" in Nepali (Dahine meaning right), produced sound every time the god Barah was worshipped. If some day there was delay or inconsistencies in performing the worship then the "Dahine Sankha" produced sound at awkward times, and the saint considered that something bad will happen. He thought that this sound at awkward times from the "Dahine Sankha" was a sign of bad omen. Because of this the saint was very punctual and sincere in worshipping the god Barah to make sure that nothing bad would happen. The time passed by with no hindrances and the saint and his wife lived happily.

Since the Dhaine Sankha was very special and valuable, two crooks were waiting for a chance to rob that extraordinary shell. The villagers of that village had great respect for the saint and he was the person who concluded the religious rituals in the village. In every religious ceremony the villagers invited the sage. But in spite of the calls from the villagers, he was always punctual with the deeds to his deity every morning and he returned to the temple in the evening for worship.

Once in the village a grand "Yagya" was organized and as usual the saint was also invited. The saint after performing his daily offerings to the god Barah went to the village to solicit the invitation. Here the crooks got the long awaited chance to get the extraordinary shell. They came to the temple and said to the saint's wife, "The saint forgot to carry the "Dahine Sankha" with him and he has asked us to bring it for him." Hearing this, the wife started to ponder, because the saint never carried the "Dahine Sankha" along with him. But again she thought, as the "Yagya" is a grand one in the village, he may require this and without any doubt she gave the shell to the two crooks. So, the crooks after succeeding in their trick disappeared from the village.

Evening came and the saint returned and started preparing for worship. But he was unable to find the "Dahine Sankha". He inquired from his wife about the shell and asked if it had been misplaced. The wife told him the whole story. After this the saint had no doubt in his mind that his most valuable and indispensable possession was lost. From then onwards the saint remained upset. Now he was sure that something really bad would happen. Because of his sorrow he stopped eating and drinking, and as a result of this, after 21 days, the saint left for the heavenly abode. Because of the sad demise of her husband the wife also did the same thing as the saint and as a result of this she met with the same fate.

The god Barah was really upset with the way his dearest worshipper was made to commit suicide. Also the area around the pond started getting dirty because of the village waste. He thought of leaving this insane area and went roaming around in search of a better and cleaner place. In order not to reveal his identity he changed himself to a saint and came towards mainland “Pokhara”. He liked this place and thought to build his temple and the lake there itself.

One day he was roaming around in the village and it started getting dark. He went to a few houses in search of shelter but to his surprise no one offered him a place to lie down. He was very upset with the behavior of the villagers. But in that village there was a kind old lady who offered him the shelter. Though the lady was alone and poor she had in her the good qualities of helping others. That day also she thought that one must not turn back a saint who is at your doorsteps during the evening hours and she gave a Roti (chapatti) made of millet to the saint. After having this generous meal he prepared to sleep outside in the "verandah" as the lady was alone. While preparing his bed the saint said to the old lady, “Old lady, in this village there is no respect for people and there is no importance of ethics and religion. Now this whole village will be destroyed. Tomorrow when the 10th part of the day is over the stream of this village will change to a Lake. The whole village will be under water by tomorrow evening. So, inform all the villagers about this and move to another place with peoples who respect and obey you." After this the saint went to sleep and the old lady went inside.

The next morning the old lady came out of the room and was surprised that the saint had already left. When she was sweeping, what she found was really amazing. There was aRoti of the same size, which the previous night she had given the saint to eat. But this was not of millet anymore. It was of pure gold and the lady was sure that this was a result of the spiritual touch by the saint to that millet Roti. She concluded that this saint was not a normal one and what he said was destined to happen. She moved here and there in the village informing of the calamity the saint had forecasted. Everyone in the village ignored the lady and some also mocked saying she had gone mad in her old age. But the lady had faith in what the saint had said. She packed her belongings and shifted to another place. And as said by the saint the water level started rising and in no time the whole village was under water. The majority of the villagers and the animals were drowned in the water. Only a few survived.

In this way the whole village was filled with water with a small mound in the middle, where the god Barah made the temple there for living. After this many saints and sage sprinkled in around this mound the pure water and sands of many pilgrimage places. After this there is a religious belief that a dip in Phewa's water is equal to taking a bathe in all pilgrimage and a visit to this temple will lead your way to eternity with Mukti and Moksha.

Near the temple of the god Barah there lived a big fish with a horn in its nose. It used to move with the god Barah. One day a fisherman killed that fish. The god Barah, after the killing of the fish which was an incarnation of him, was unable to control his anger and cursed the fisherman. He cursed, "Just like I have been unable to live in a specific place for long, you will also face this same reality and so will your coming generations." Because of this curse it is believed that the dwelling place for fishermen is not fixed and it keep changing frequently. Because one of his incarnations had been killed, the god Barah didn’t want to live in this place. He asked his daughter, Barahi to look after the temple and accept all the offerings on his behalf, and started his journey all around the world. From then the god Barah does not live in that temple, instead his daughter goddess Barahi lives there and she is worshipped. Whenever there are some important festivals (especially in Baishakh Purnima) it is said that a fish with a horn in its nose appears around the temple, and it is thought of as incarnation of the god Barah.

(Similar scripts can be found written in Nepali. This legend should not be taken as plagiarism. This is compiled after series of discussions with elderly people in and around Pokhara, and consulting experts in Nepali Folklore.)

Author: Roshan Upadhyay

Also posted in Tikijhya.com

Domestic Airport to Home – Via International Airport

2010-02-24T10:53:00.001+05:45

This is an atypical incident that happened to my wife two weeks before. She landed at the domestic airport in Kathmandu, after attending the marriage ceremony of one of her closest dear friend at Pokhara. On the same plane was an Indian lady. After they landed, the lady asked my wife about where the International Airport is, when they were at the baggage reception area. To this my wife said, “It’s nearby, you can walk and I can help you reach there as I am also taking the same route”. The lady started walking with my wife. Both were not accompanied by heavy baggage, an exception when it comes to females.

After a while they were out to the taxi stand, and my wife thought of walking to the ring road, about 400 meters from the domestic airport. The reason for the walk is that you can take a cheaper exit (only Rs 10 in the city bus) after you reach the city traffic, which otherwise costs you not less than Rs 300 to reach home. Prior to walking on her own she thought of guiding the lady towards the International Airport as assured. The International Airport is only about 200 meters from the domestic taxi stand and is on the way to the main exit from the airport premises to the city traffic. Sticking on her commitment, she tried to point the direction to the lady but to her shock the lady without any hint went forward to the taxi drivers and asked “International Airport?” Not to any surprise lot many swarmed in for this easy catch with no trap. She asked for the fare, and the reply was “ONLY Rs 200 MADAM”. She some sort of bargained with an unusual English accent to the numeric’s, and it was Rs 150 at the end. The lady jumped into the cab, and my wife felt like being fooled. She later said that she was rather more amused (than fooled) by the way the lady didn’t bothered her presence and suggestion about the location of the International Airport only 5 minutes before. She felt pity for the over smart lady. The next moment she thought, “None of my business. It’s her money”. But her thoughts were becoming satiric for the lady. “Nice bargain!!” is what my wife thought: “Rs 75 for every 100 meters”.

It’s about 5 KM’s to our place from the airport. She walked to the main traffic, boarded the city bus, and paid Rs 10 for the fare. She didn't bother to saw her student identity card, which could have earned 45% concession to the fare. I should not haggle with the khalaasi for such a nominal fare, is what she thought. She smiled. Not because she saved a silly but straightforward calculation of more than Rs 3500, but thinking why people are reluctant to believe, after they ask someone. Or it is just that they need to tighten and tune things up somewhere? Or it’s just a show off to a complete stranger? Deep down her the real reason for the smile was that she felt proud for not bargaining the fare.

It was raining outside, and the destination was about near. She searched for the umbrella in her hand bag. The bus once again verified the three "laws of motion", came to a halt and the khalaasi asked for “if anyone to clamber down at Balkumari”? She acknowledged the call and climbed down. She opened the umbrella and as always, like a kid who hardly obeys to the primary instructions of the parents, some metal spines flipped the other way. Raindrops hitting on her, she closed it, a bit annoyed. She reshapes the cone with cuddled fingers over the spine. She tried to open again. This time it came out in shape an umbrella is supposed to be. Just like kids who need to be kindled before they can be convinced. The city bus was still waiting more than normal, because of unsatisfactory passenger turnover, courtesy to the unanticipated winter rain. The khalaasi blaring with all his might: “Saatdobaato, Saatdobaato, Balkhu, Kalanki, Kalanki”. She paced her way towards home. Gravity and the resultant phenomenon of surface tension helped the raindrops beat her toes. The open sandals were never going to rescue, many a times the umbrella lacked the length of her strides and the breeze helped the raindrops dodge the rain shade to find the target.

The Tunnel, The Train, The Rucksack Full of Responsibilities, The TITAN and The Alarm

2010-02-21T16:51:00.001+05:45

I saw a light at the end of a tunnel. A long one. I was hoping, just hoping it was not a train. But I was sure hopes will not keep me alive. It was on the rail tracks I was walking, and you do not find subways in the tunnel to dodge the speeding train. I don’t know what made me walk without alternatives in this narrow tunnel. I do not bother to bother. I thought to run for LIFE. But what is the point now? I had started to find LIFE, a long time before. But always in vain. What I always met was an interesting creature that portrayed itself as LIFE and was full of gossip. I always believed the falsity of this mocker. I was sure it was not the real LIFE.

Then, a fight started. A duel between two parts of my inner self. One was advocating “Don’t die before you meet LIFE”. The other said “Bull shit – Bloody Philosophy… Just Run!!” I thought both are at each other's throats for the same cause, to live. The former seemed a bit more possessive about meeting LIFE. The echoes of my inner conscience, the two of them, were hitting my ear hard. I could not decide what to do. I could not find the right vocabulary within, to think of what state I was in. I submitted to the light. Death is inevitable now is what I thought. The best of any avoidance algorithm I learnt in my computing classes was Ostrich Algorithm. So, I closed my eyes. I thought of every possible dream I had nurtured since my childhood. The train will roll me out into the tracks with all my dreams bleeding. The pain and suffering will all go in a moment. Who cares the instant pain that will be caused by the speeding train?

I than realized that the sound of the engine was fading away. I only saw the light but never relied on the other sense of sound. The sound sounded deceiving to me, not to believe. I opened my eyes, the ones which I believed more despite the myopia. I saw the light and it was disappearing in the big open. The tiny speck merged into the bright daylight and vanished with the muffle of the engine. I checked myself. A slight pain was there on the back and the neck. My rucksack full of responsibility was still with me, safe. I realized now that when I was following the dark end of the tunnel the train had crashed on me from the back. And the light which I saw was not the front light, but the tail light. But I had survived. Survival for the fittest?? Theory of natural selection?? Or sheer luck?? Don’t know exactly what made me survive this roll out. I tried pacing my way towards the bright end of the tunnel, ambling. The birds chirping, the sun so bright but warm, the air so fresh. I breathed in, I breathed out. I did this a couple of times voluntarily. My chest felt free. Free from a congestion which was bothering me for a while. I felt like I am into a new LIFE. I raised my left wrist to my chest. The palm facing the sky, I looked at the watch. It was the TITAN, with white base and rectangular silver colored dial with black leather strap. The second hand, the fastest of the three was not moving. Don’t know about the others. I felt sad. This was the one which my brother gifted me from his initial salary savings. Gave a jerk to the wrist. The second hand started running back to LIFE.

The high pitched sound of the alarm made me awake. I never believe setting songs in the alarm tone in my cell phone. You happen to enjoy them rather. I searched for the snooze button. I smiled. What an unusual dream it was. Thought of it for a while. What was it? A LIFE saver? The snooze timer went off in 5 minutes. The same irritating sound, this time more noisy. I clutched the cell phone in my fist. I heard nothing now. It was dawn but dark outside, as always is any winter day. A reason enough for me not to get up, I curled more comfortably into my quilt.

FB Super Heroes Status Updates

2010-01-26T16:20:00.002+05:45

After about two weeks when females started an interesting campaign by stating their bra color in their FB status, which was thought of as a campaign for growing breast cancer awareness, now it’s been noticed that male FB users are up to something. Tracking the pattern, they are updating the status with the names of Comic Super Heroes. The real reason is not disclosed yet and the source of origin remains unknown as was the case with FB bra color status updates. Is it that, there is some kind of Super Hero Meet happening soon? Or is this a cause for supporting Haiti? Who is behind all this? What is the motif? Who earns or get popularity remains a question unanswered.

Whatever, it seems that boys are enjoying updating their status. Many seem confident updating their status, some “go with the crowd” kind, and some making it real funny. Some are adding a list of super heroes to their status, some adding a single name. Some status seems telling the secrets but when pondered, keep people guessing. One was something like this: French Ironman followed by Spanish Wolverine (The idea of adding French and Spanish prior to the names keep people guessing, as Ironman is American Hero and Wolverine is Canadian). Yet another was: For me, Superman and Spiderman goes well with Iron Man. But its the Wolverine which is winning the race. (Is there some sort of comic series coming where all these are playing a part?)

It’s still not clear about the origin and the objective. Time will explain the reason behind this Super Heroes status update in Facebook. A prank? A cause campaign? Popularity De Anonymity? Or maybe it will remain a mystery for ages to come. Whatever be the reason preliminary observations is that people are loving to update their status with these Ten(10) super heroes:

Batman, Incredible Hulk, Iron Man, Superman, Robin, Daredevil, Wolverine, Captain America, Spiderman.

I leave you with a brief detail collected from Wikipedia with their images, so that if you come up with some idea please comment. Let us find out the real reason. We can’t always breathe our day clueless for these silly status updates.

BATMAN

Batman, originally referred to as "the Bat-Man" and still referred to at times as "the Batman", is a fictional character, a comic book superhero co-created by artist Bob Kane and writer Bill Finger (although only Kane receives official credit), appearing in publications by DC Comics. The character first appeared in Detective Comics #27 in May 1939.

INCREDIBLE HULK

The Hulk is a fictional character appearing in comic books published by Marvel Comics. Created by Herb Trimpe then sold to Stan Lee, the character first appeared in The Incredible Hulk #1 (May 1962). In 2008, the hobbyist magazine Wizard named the Hulk the seventh-greatest Marvel Comics character.Empire Magazine named him the fourteenth greatest comic book character overall, and the fifth highest ranked in the Marvel stable.

IRON MAN

Iron Man is a fictional character, a superhero that appears in comic books published by Marvel Comics. The character first appeared in Tales of Suspense #39 (March 1963), and was created by writer-editor Stan Lee, scripter Larry Lieber, and artists Don Heck and Jack Kirby.

SUPERMAN

Superman is a fictional character, a comic book superhero appearing in publications by DC Comics, widely considered to be an American cultural icon.Created by American writer Jerry Siegel and Canadian-born artist Joe Shuster in 1932 while both were living in Cleveland, Ohio, and sold to Detective Comics, Inc. in 1938, the character first appeared in Action Comics #1 (June 1938) and subsequently appeared in various radio serials, television programs, films, newspaper strips, and video games. With the success of his adventures, Superman helped to create the superhero genre and establish its primacy within the American comic book.The character's appearance is distinctive and iconic: a blue, red and yellow costume, complete with cape, with a stylized "S" shield on his chest.This shield is now typically used across media to symbolize the character.

ROBIN

Robin (also referred to as The Boy Wonder) is the name of several fictional characters appearing in comic books published by DC Comics, originally created by Bob Kane, Bill Finger and Jerry Robinson, as a junior counterpart to DC Comics superhero Batman. The team of Batman and Robin is commonly referred to as the Dynamic Duo or the Caped Crusaders.

DAREDEVIL

Daredevil (Matthew Michael "Matt" Murdock) is a fictional character, a superhero in the Marvel Comics Universe. The character was created by writer-editor Stan Lee and artist Bill Everett, with an unspecified amount of input from Jack Kirby and first appeared in Daredevil #1 (April 1964).

WOLVERINE

Wolverine is a fictional Canadian character who appears in comic books published by Marvel Comics. Born as James Howlett in 1825, and commonly known as Logan, Wolverine is a mutant, possessing animal-keen senses, enhanced physical capabilities, retracting bone claws, and a healing factor that allows him to quickly recover from virtually any wound, disease or toxin. The healing factor also slows down his aging process, enabling him to live beyond a normal human lifespan. This healing ability enabled the supersoldier program Weapon X to bond the near indestructible metal alloy adamantium to his skeleton and claws without killing him. He is most often depicted as a member of the X-Men.

CAPTAIN AMERICA

Captain America is a fictional character that appears in comic books published by Marvel Comics. The character first appeared in Captain America Comics #1 (March 1941), from Marvel Comics' 1940s predecessor, Timely Comics, and was created by Joe Simon and Jack Kirby. Over the years, an estimated 210 million copies of "Captain America" comic books have been sold in a total of 75 countries.For nearly all of the character's publication history Captain America was the alter ego of Steve Rogers, a sickly young man who was enhanced to the peak of human perfection by an experimental serum in order to aid the United States war effort. Captain America wears a costume that bears an American flag motif, and is armed with an indestructible shield that can be thrown as a weapon.

SPIDERMAN

Spider-Man is a fictional Marvel Comics superhero. The character was created by writer and editor Stan Lee and artist and co-plotter Steve Ditko. He first appeared in Amazing Fantasy #15 (August 1962). Lee and Ditko conceived of the character as an orphan being raised by his Aunt May and Uncle Ben as an ordinary teenager, having to deal with the normal struggles of youth in addition to those of a costumed crime fighter. Spider-Man's creators gave him super strength and agility, the ability to cling to most surfaces, shoot spider-webs using devices of his own invention which he called "web-shooters," and react to danger quickly with his "spider-sense", enabling him to combat his foes.

The sky is full of doubts, come Super Heroes come and sweep this suspense.

Author: Roshan Upadhyay

My Birthday Gift

2010-01-21T11:17:00.005+05:45

I bought this as a birthday gift for myself, this year. :-)

I am sure this homepage is not gonna change soon. For any updates, i will surely notify. :-)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME...

3 idiots – Part II

2010-01-20T16:20:00.016+05:45

Saari umr hum

Coding may mar gaye

Ek pal to ab humein jeene do, jeene do

Saari umr hum

Coding may mar gaye

Ek pal to ab humein jeene do, jeene do

Na na na….Na na na….Na na na….Na na nana na….

Give me some flight

Give me some train

Give me another chance

I wanna go home once again

Give me some flight

Give me some train

Give me another chance

I wanna go home once again

Kandhon ko laptop

Ke bojh ne jhukaya

Client se jhoot bolna tho khud

Manager ne sikhaya

5 ki rating laaoge to chhutti, varna kismat futi

Code kar kar ke pada Ungaliyon pe

REVIEW, SCREEN aur REWORK ka chaala

Is Project ne to sala poora..

Poora bheja pakaa daala

Career to gaya

GF bhi gayi

Ek pal to ab humein jeene do, jeene do

Career to gaya

GF bhi gayi

Ek pal to ab humein jeene do jeene do

Saari umr hum

Coding may jee liye

Ek pal to ab humein jeene do, jeene do

Na na na….Na na na….Na na na….Na na nana na….

Give me some flight

Give me some train

Give me another chance

I wanna go home once again

Give me some flight

Give me some train

Give me another chance

I wanna go home once again

Na na na….Na na na….Na na na….Na na nana na….

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Basanta Panchami - Knowledge for All and Always

2010-01-20T12:34:00.009+05:45

Hinduism is one of the many religions which have immense impact on how people practice their existence. Faith in gods and goddesses is the key to believing in one’s self. It is a matter of fact that the count of deities in Hinduism is numerous, and hence the numbers of worship rituals are also in abundance. One of the many is Basanta Panchami (or Shree Panchami ), which falls on 20 January 2010 this year. This is the special day when people worship goddess Saraswati, the goddess of learning and wisdom. It is the special fifth day in the waxing moon period (Shukla Paksha Panchami), the fortnight of the lunar month of Maagh. This day is marked as the beginning of the spring season as the name implies, Basanta meaning spring. Goddess Saraswati, the consort of LordBrahma (Lord of Creation), is the one who gives the essence (sara) of our own self (swa) as her name implies. In entirety, she is considered as the personification of all knowledge - arts, sciences, crafts and other skills.

On this occasion goddess Saraswati is prayed and devoted in various names and precision. She bears in her the mark of the symbol of supreme vedantic knowledge. On this day everyone who has faith in deity and is involved in experiencing the learning curve, worship their belongings - pens, notebooks, books, even computers and the likes, that aids to collate knowledge. Artists worship their valued instruments so that the goddess favors them to become wise and knowledgeable with their art and skills. The most important aspect besides worshipping is that children are given their first alphabet lessons. It is believed that making the kids start reading and writing on this spiritual day will help associate virtue of the wisdom throughout their lifetime.

Special celebrations take place at different shrines of goddess Saraswati. Nil Saraswati Temple atGairidhara, Kathmandu and Saraswati Kunda in Patan are some of the important places for the devotees to visit on this day. During the reign of the king in Nepal in the recent past, this occasion was marked with special gaiety at Basantapur Darbur Square. The then king and other special dignitaries would welcome the season of spring as the band plays the traditional song of spring. These days this tradition of celebration is done on a lesser scale and the excitement seems to be on the low note. On this day, yellow color is given special preference in clothing and assorted tint for sweets as it is taken as the representation of spring indicated by the yellow of the mustard crop. This day is also regarded as a very favorable day for marriages, and any time of the day is considered auspicious for the main ritual to proceed, which otherwise needs coherence with the astrological charts.

There are many symbolic illustration of the goddess in shrines as they are carved in stones. But the portraits which are sold in plenty in the market for this special day depicts one of the two postures. One is the standing stance and the other is sitting in a special position, Padmashana. On both instances she has a beautiful and elegant presence. Her expression is serene, calm, and her eyes are full of compassion. In the portrayal she is clad in white saari, seated (or standing) on a white lotus representing purity and brilliance. She has four hands, of which one is used for holding sacred scriptures and the other a lotus (representing true knowledge, as lotus is clean amidst muddy water). The other two hands are depicted playing the musical instrument Veena, representing music of love and life. The four hands signifies four key aspects of human behavior in learning; mind, intellect, alertness and ego. She is accompanied by a swan and a peacock selectively depending on different portraits. The swan is known for its peculiar characteristic of being capable of separating water from milk, indicating the idea of separating worst from the superior. When represented seating on a peacock she reminds us that wisdom suppresses ego.

The Saraswati Vandana, is an important recitation on this day:Saraswoti Maya Drista Veena Pustaka Dhaarini, Hamsabaahana Samyukta Bidhya Daanam Karo Tume. - Seeking knowledge and wisdom from the goddess who holds Veena, Sacred scriptures (Pustaka) and travel on a Swan (Hamsabaahana).

Celebrating Basanta Panchami is a message in totality. Irrespective of what religion we believe or practice, it is a fact that knowledge is the basis of all religion. Also, in this fast paced world Knowledge Management is the need of the hour. Manage information, share it and help people become more knowledgeable. By doing this you will be helping to integrate the world and spread the message “Knowledge for All and Always”.

Author: Roshan Upadhyay

Also posted in Tikijhya.com

Maaghe Sankranti - A Nepali Festival

2010-01-17T10:27:00.003+05:45

Maaghe Sankranti (or Sakrati) is a Nepali festival, similar to solstice festivals in many other traditions is observed every year on the first day of the month of Maagh. The month of Maagh usually starts during mid January and ends in mid February. This festival takes place around 21 days after the tropical winter solstice (between December 20 and 23) that marks the starting of Uttarayana, which means northward journey of Sun and this year it falls on 15 January 2010. This day is also considered as the coldest of the season (may not be in reality though), signifying longer and warmer days ahead. It also brings end the month of Poush, the month prior to Maagh, where most of the holy ceremonies are forbidden for many trivial and unreasoned religious grounds. This festival is also called Maaghi Parva and Makar Sankranti amongst many other. Maaghi Parva implies a festival in the month of Maagh, where Parva relates to festival, is the other name generally used by Tharu community in Nepal. Sankranti means transmigration of Sun from one Raashi (zodiac in Hindu Astrology) to the other. Hence there are 12 such Sankranti’s and 12 such zodiac in all. However, the Sankranti festival usually refers to Makar Sankranti which relates to the transition of the Sun from Dhanu Raashi (Sagittarius) to Makar Raashi(Capricorn).

On this day pilgrims swarm in at river confluence for a holy dip in the water, despite freezing temperature. Some resort to only sprinkling water above their head because of the cold. In addition to the customary sacred plunge by the brave at heart, this year it is a solar eclipse on this day, which supports the holy practice of taking dip in the river after the eclipse. Devotees, many of them are elderly, take holy dips at the convergence points at Devghat, Barah Kshetra, Triveni, Dolalghat, Sankhamool and other sites all across Nepal. Big religious fair are held on this day at Devghat (near Narayanghat) and Kankai (in Jhapa district) where many people gather for the spiritual feel by worshipping the shrines. Many travel around for fun from different parts of Nepal and India.

In addition to holy bathing and worship of shrines, this festival carries along with it different items to eat so that it will lead to a healthier life ahead. Specially, Ghyu (clarified butter) is used to cook many items as it is religiously accepted notion that the use of ghyu wipes all the impurity. Teel Laddus(sesame seeds ball mixed with jaggery and rounded), Ghya-Chaaku (assemblage of ghee and chaaku – a popular condiment of Newar community), Shakkharkhand (sweet potato), Tarool (Yam), Khichadi (mixture of rice and lentils with clarified butter as the thickener) are the special menu items for this day. It is a normal customary in Nepal to invite married daughters and close relatives during festivities, and Maaghe Sankranti is not an exception. Families come together and share these delights. There is yet another tradition of massaging the body with mustard oil and then basking in the sun with the idea of keeping the body warm and relaxed in this cold day.

Any religious activity is marked with legend of some kinds. One of the many, this day is taken as the commemoration of the death of Bhishma Pita:maha, the elderly grandfather ofPadavas and Kauravas. Bhishma Pita:maha, who had the power to control his own death, happened to choose to die on the day of Maaghe Sankranti. Therefore it is believed that one who die on this day achieve Moksha, a release from rebirth cycle.

The Puranas say that on this day Sun visits the house of his son Shani, who is the swami of Makar Rashi. These father and son do not ordinarily get along nicely, but in spite of many difference between each other Lord Sun makes it a point to meet his son. He visits his son on this day and stays there for a month. Hence this day also symbolizes the importance of special relationship of father and son. It is the son who has the responsibility to carry forward his father’s dream and the continuity of the family.

The other legend is related to sesame seeds and its wide usage during this day. It is understood that a merchant from the village of Bhadgaon (Bhaktapur), had never ending supply of sesame seeds in his store. The more he took out the sesame seeds the supply never depleted. Later, he found out an idol ofLord Vishnu hidden deep beneath the seeds on this day. Since this day Teel Madhav – a special representation of Lord Vishnu is worshipped with the belief that lord will continue to be generous in the supply of food and wealth. Yet another legend is that it was on this day when Lord Vishnu ended the ever increasing terror of the Asuras (Devil) by finishing them off and burying their heads under the Mandara Parvata. So this occasion also represents the end of negativities and beginning of an era of righteous living.

This solstice festival is celebrated all over South Asia with some regional variations. In India it is celebrated by different names in different states, like Makar Sankranti in Uttar Pradesh, Bihar, Maharastra, Madhya Pradesh, Andhra Pradesh, Orrissa and West Bengal, Bihu in Assam, Uttarayan in Gujarat and Rajasthan, Lohri in Himachal Pradesh and Punjab and Pongal in Tamilnadu. In other countries too, the day is celebrated under different names and in different ways likeSongkran in Thailand, Pi Ma Lao in Laos and Thingyan in Myanmar.

This festival identifies a period of enlightenment, peace, prosperity and happiness.

Author: Roshan Upadhyay

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Facebook Color Status – Fun or a Real Campaign

2010-01-10T14:35:00.004+05:45

One of the popular social networking website, Facebook (FB) has gone colorful. Syllables speaking single word or phrases are representing color. Since the afternoon of 8th January 2010, a trend is seen where females are updating their FB status with the color of their bra like Pink or Black and White Polka dotsor Beige and so on. Many were in fact puzzled status updates. And the majority does not have any idea about the Pink Ribbon as well. Is the bra color FB status a conspiracy to make Facebook hotter? Facebook status colors have already become a hot search on the net. Or is there something absurd and specious going on?

A rumor is on air that it is a way to raise awareness for breast cancer. Breast cancer is the second leading cause of cancer deaths in women today. Interestingly, breast cancer is about 100 times more common in women than in men, but survival rates are equal in both sexes. It is the month of October which is celebrated as Breast Cancer Awareness Month. During October, people raise money by organizing activities such as theme parties or a Pink Day (when employees wear pink clothing or accessories) at work. The money raised is donated to the organizers choice of breast cancer care or research programs. But amusingly, no reason for the timing as such is yet seen for this so called awareness campaign in FB, when it is January now. By the way, it’s a general notion that men can't take to the bra color FB status. However, if you are a male and your mood is colorful, who says you can’t write colors in your status? Interpretation does not matter much.

One of the most interesting things about this effort that went viral is that no one seems to know who started it, or the motivation behind it. So, it will be interesting to see what information comes to light in the coming days and who might capitalize on it.

Some folks aren't so high on this campaign. There is aFacebookBraFAIL tag on Twitter now where some are criticizing it as a lost opportunity for advocacy, given the lack of clarity or clear call to action in the status updates. But regardless of what you think - brilliant viral marketing or a missed opportunity, the fact of the matter is that people are talking.

Facebook Inc. said it hasn't been able to find out who came up with the idea, circuitously stating we are clean in this matter. Andrea Rader, a spokeswoman for the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Foundation, said the group was not behind the campaign but said, "It is a terrific tool for raising awareness. We just hope people act on it - get educated and get a mammogram”. Komen group is one of the pioneer foundations which have taken the breast cancer movement globally. The other speculation for this clarification from Andrea Rader was also because of Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure Camp, incidentally seems like a 3 day campaign in FB, which in fact is anytime register kind of 3-day camp program and the proceeds goes for the cause.

Whatever be the actual reason for this FB hit, updating your bra color will not help much but only end up in fun. Someone updated this FB status, “Black texts spelling colors, revealing your privacy (if u r true :-)) is GOOD for fun rather than a campaign. But getting a "MAMMOGRAM" done is even BETTER...”

The message communicated by the above quoted status seems loud and clear. There's no word yet on the origin or the ultimate goal of the campaign. But if you really want to support this cause which is yet to be concluded, the foremost step to be a part of this campaign is to better consult a doctor for yourMammogram first. If you are in addition much interested to support this cause you can volunteer for breast cancer awareness. But only updating your bra colors will get yourself exposed. And just in case this campaign gets going, and reach new dimensions will you be willing to see your profile stating30 or 31 or 32 or 33… A/B/C/D… and so on? Give it a thought.

Author: Roshan Upadhyay

Also posted in Tikijhya.com

Sir Isaac Newton’s Google Doodle

2010-01-04T15:23:00.002+05:45

The Google Doodle for Sir Isaac Newton is the first animated doodle I have seen.

When you load the Google home page you will see an Apple tree over Google ’s logo, after a second or so, one of the Apple’s drop from the tree. The logo is also missing an “o” from it.

This is to remember Sir Issac Newton and his famous gravitational theory on his birthday. Sir Isaac Newton born on 4 January 1643 was an English physicist, mathematician, astronomer, natural philosopher, alchemist, and theologian.

3 idiots – Part I

2009-12-31T10:35:00.000+05:45

This is not a movie review, just my instant reactions. This post may also not be well written, as are my other posts. All characters are represented by their real life names. (Viz. AK will mean Amir Khan)

As most of the movie starring AK that goes along well with a narration or rewinding the past, 3 idiots also started in the present, collating traces from past and knitting them well to keep the audience guessing. What is new this time? AK who is 44, already looks 22 in the promo, what now?

The movie tries to focus on the morale that routine style of teaching will not help face struggle in life. Scoring high marks neither. It also seemed to carry forward the dialogue from TZP, “Race hi jeetna hai to ghode paida karo insaan nahi”. It contained good sense of humor as well but sometimes the humor got carried away with silly and unrealistic act. The plot to get RM out of the plane seemed purely Bollywood-ish. BI was a hit again. Great body language as always with some similarity in syllable switch by SK (Charlie) in Kaminey. Money and Breast, Miracle and Rape, were made synonyms to make the audience laugh, was not bad. "Find and replace" feature of a word editor was projected which I also use it very often. Objective of using it is different though. The scooter seemed good enough to carry 3 people; paralyzed ones seemed to be mocked upon. It did not seemed sensible from a person who talks revolution in college to behave the way it was portrayed in SJ’s home. If you want to see comic in those situations than its OK. The BW theme was not bad though. The intermission was a great suspense. So what was it? A Ghost ?? Nay!! This is not a ghost movie!! I bet, it made people return early from the lavatory and popcorn stalls. No unzipping and unwinding of your pants to show your bum, also if you lose the bet. Ha ha...

Drinking and proposing was good addition to the movie, both turn by turn. By AK and then by KK. The giggling in between, the flick of eye, the twist of lips has become trademark of any AK movie. The name given to AK’s character both the fake name (I mean the real name of JJ in the movie), and the so called real name “Wangdu” was also interesting as it had been when he was DJ in RDB, Nikumbh in TZP. Chotu’s real name as recited by the Jealous guy reminded me of Padosan, when KK (Kishor Kumar) used to call SD – Bangdu.

The research joke (pen for space) seemed silly and momentarily reduced the heights of content quality at the beginning as it is a very common joke. But when BI reasoned it while presenting the pen to AK, contrary to the use of pencil, made the joke hilarious. The conductivity of salt water was not new, as it is acclaimed practice in many colleges in India (especially engineering). But this time it was used by the fresher which is otherwise in reality. Also interesting was no revenge kind of thing was shown by the seniors. But it is not necessary that there is always a revenge scene. The suicide(s) and the suicide attempt were good addition to support the morale of the story.

Lyrics by Swanand Kirkire were great and the vocals too. Listening to the songs, Give Me Sunshine, Zoobi Zoobi, and Jaane Nahi Denge with the context of the movie made the songs much much better.

AK made the helicopter work, was pretty genius. But no any instances was there which showed them working for their final year project. One may think, hey!! Now this is not happening. You can’t incorporate every detail. The use of web cam, the vacuum pump as suction, the battery for the inverter, the barometer, seemed a bit OTT (Over The Top) and cheap climax comedy kind of thing, provided the flooded scenario. Don’t know about this, but real doctors can comment on the use of vacuum pump. Instant short circuit using a reasonably long wire by the kids in the duration of a pee also seemed unrealistic towards the end. No worries, I got it. Like teacher like student. It was OK in the beginning, when AK made the guy to end up in short circuit as it was a long count. And in duration of 5-6 years 400 patents (I guess I heard it right) was also a staggering numbers. But who cares what is patent here, isn’t it?

Electricity was off. What to do? I thought why not write something on the movie you watched 1 hour before. After Lagaan, I watch every AK movie in theaters, with the notion of innovation and exuberance of well scripted context. So, thought “Ek Post To Banta Hai”, hence this post. So, I end up my post saying: 3 idiots is a good movie but will not end up saying “wow”, “wow” and “wow”. This movie may have a turnover of 100 crores in 4 days, no worries, that’s good and I am not making any hype about this fact. But I will always rate DCH, TZP, RDB higher than this one. Many seems reluctant to compare AK, but who says he cannot be compared with himself??

3 idiots – Part II will also be posted soon. Have patience… Keep chipping into my blog... C Ya...

"Roshan kya jaane uski post ka kya hoga, hit milegi ya saala bakwaas hoga."

Leaving on a Jet Plane

2009-12-23T16:29:00.001+05:45

Toronto: 2nd July 2017 - Sunday

The coffee cup was holding my attention. I was in the revolving restaurant on the 21st floor, sipping coffee. My regular hangout, when I am alone. The layout and the theme of that part of the restaurant were changed. But again, the coffee cup was interesting. Not the shape, I was interested in. But the curved text which seemed to me like some calligrapher had written, made me wind back. Zooming in the memory lane, I was rewinding fast. It’s been almost 7 years I left Nepal. And the reason for leaving my country may seem trifling. But for me, it had hit my inner self hard.

I will never forget that day. It is embossed in my grey matters. It was the day when I was walking to my office when it happened. It was day one, 20 December 2009, of the three day strike. The then opposition party, the Unified Nepal Communist Party had called a three day strike (bandh) all over Nepal, for establishing the so called “Civil Supremacy” in the country, against the reinstating of the army chief by the President. It was interesting to hear that the party was not there when I visited Nepal in January 2014. Remains of it were there in the form of three extremist groups (of the many others) fighting for three different autonomous states in Nepal. Anyways, the result of this strike was that public and private transport came to a standstill. Vehicular movement for ambulance, so called press, so called diplomatic missions, so called human rights activists and THE United Nations, and other powerful: you know who, were not restricted. Besides, anyone who plies his/her vehicle got it shattered and many a times the passengers also get good beating. This was the common notion of a strike in Nepal, and no one ever tried to deviate from this interpretation. I was also not an exception to ride my way to work on my Pulsar. I resorted walking to my office as every person does when there is a bandh.

It only takes 35 minutes to reach my office. It was some kind of fun, walking. You cross people and they pass on a smile that was a representation of something like – “Have a nice walk”. You return the smile with an answer within – “Thanks, you have a nice trudge as well”. Children play cricket in the middle of road. Nice pitch they get. 22 yards seemed too less for a cricket pitch during those times. Some kids get hold to play football with the party workers who are on guard to enforce the bandh. Many revolutionists in their late teen, holding laathis in their hand. Anyone violating the rules (their rules I mean) of the bandh, were threatened, thrashed. For many it was a narrow escape by only listening to the complementary mouthful of M-words. (In Nepal M words corresponds to the customary F word's). Nice way to take guard of your sentinel, isn’t it? In the main squares you will find top leaders of that party giving provocative speech to tussle the government and instigate the security personnel. Prime Minister and Home Minister were the ones who were attached to the majority of instantly interesting and humorous but very derogatory adjectives. Party people will dance on revolutionary songs being played on huge speakers. Along with them bunch of blind supporters from public will also dance shaggily on the tune. Nice way to entertain people and get hold of things though. And the railings of the side road also get beaten up. Never knew why? Tires are burnt on the middle of the road. Black fumes from them make the blue sky black. Stones are pelted on the security personnel every now and then to incite them. Most of the time it leads to scuffling and firing of tear gas. Many enjoy basking in the sun listening to the audio (music, slogans, and confrontational speeches) and eating badaam, makai, chana, bhattmaas. Nice profit to the street vendors, I guess. Some play Baghchal – an indigenous game of Nepal, by sketching the lines for the board on the road. This is how the scene goes overall.

On my way to office there was a bridge about 70 meters long and about 2 meters wide, over the Bagmati river in a place called Sankhamool. Only motor bikes and pedestrians were allowed. No cars, no buses, no trucks. It couldn’t. I heard recently that the bridge collapsed last year after the pillars loose the foothold because of the sand smuggling [Diving into the depth of the river and scooping out sand and selling]. On the way you think of the country, your past, your present and murky future seeing the current trend of dirty politics. The political situation had already started triggering in me to migrate to other country. I always thought that there will be a good morning after a long war. But the hope was going grim, at least in my prime lifetime.

I was in the middle of the bridge, and saw a funeral was underway underneath the bridge. I paused to see the incineration of the dead body from the height. Closed my eyes, paid my respect to the departed soul, and started ambling again. The river Bagmati is thought to be a sacred river (in reality it is used as the main sewerage of the capital of Nepal), so funeral and memorial services sermon near the banks of Bagmati. And below that bridge were constructions like shades, cemented sitting area, platforms for incineration, to facilitate these proceedings.

I paced up a little and saw that three people draped all white were in front of me. But surrounding them, I realized there were about eight to nine guys encircling them moving along with them. I understood the reason for the man-made barricade. Those dressed in white were on their way to the banks of the river underneath the bridge to perform some strict routines of the 13-day ritual for their departed ones. I dropped my pace a little and followed them. The person’s performing the 13-day ritual is believed not be touched by others for one or the other religious reasons. Respect the custom, is what I thought of this strict discipline. Suddenly to my surprise, a young guy of the barricade group raised a long stick and targeted my left ankle. My reflex raised my foot in protection, and my back arched in submissively to take the strike. Then in a harsh voice he asked me to stop. I stopped, astonished!! I regained my senses after about 10 seconds or so. The distance between me and them was obvious now. Now I felt pity on my state. I am in my own country, and a young lad about 10 years younger to me, threatens me for no obvious reasons. Because of the strict "should not be touched" rule, I always had my intentions clear of following them, and not trying to cross or even go near, until they diverted after the bridge ended. Why that animal behavior? I don't know. I was at loss.

I was upset. Reached my office. Shared this incident with my colleagues. Some laughed. Some felt pity for the situation. Then I decided. Not anymore. No hopes remains now. The politicians are becoming hooligans and someone when it is nothing political behaves animal. Where is this heading to? I can’t be an animal. I decided to migrate, only with the reason that if I am suppressed in others country at least I have a reason to justify “You are not in your own country, take it easy man”. If I live in my OWN country, I have nothing to justify.

I sensed something was trickling my left cheek. I sighed. My left shoulder reached my cheek. It reached again. I looked through the sky. It was blue. A jet was flying high. Saw the coffee cup again, which contained the last dregs in it. Saw the same text written on other cups as well. Asked the waiter, about the significance of the text. He justified it by pointing the plane and significance of the view. I realized I was sitting in a lounge specially meant for the sights of Jet passing by. I Smiled. Read the calligraphic text on the coffee cup “Leaving on a Jet Plane”, pondered for a while, and grabbed my wallet to pay my bill.

(c) All Rights Reserved: Roshan Upadhyay

Inferiority Complex

2009-11-15T10:10:00.003+05:45

Friday: 13 November 2009, 8:35 PM.

NB: Please mind the brackets (and the nested ones as well (you may find this very unusual... (but who cares…))). I guess the date 13 will help me finish this...

I realized this or is just an apprehension (or am I sick with this??). I always wanted to write on some issues (and some pre-thought topics) but never completed. Things were initiated, but I never stumbled upon climax (not also accidentally). The result, I am left with a lot of incomplete *.docx files in “My Documents” of my CQ40. Don’t get distressed with the wildcard characters and the alphanumeric codes. I am into these, so can’t avoid using them. Ignore them; they are just nothing (really??). Some titles (of the all incomplete ones) sounded Hi-Fi to me (not the technical High Fidelity) viz. “Fictitiously True”, “Dying Utterance – From the Death Bed”, “Smoking Heights” and “And The Likes” (do they really sound so?? Or the titles are just an acute result of my bogus literary narcissism).

I have started to jot down my complex in the drawing room with the idiot box flickering by the virtue of the electrons emerging from the CRT. (Its playing “Mr. And Mrs. Khiladi” in Star Gold, Kadar Khan just spoke – paise ko to pahiye hoten hai, kab kidhar ludhak jaaye kya pata... umm… forgot the exact verse) [thinking how to get to the point… (some couple of minutes..)] (Juhi Chawla slaps Gulshan Grover). Sorry for too much use of brackets the big ones and the small ones, this is some kind of hangover of nested “if-else” in programming...

Come on, I am carried away from the point. The reason, you may think, “this guy is earning loads so must be busy or vice versa” (whatever!!). But this is not what the real problem (to my incomplete write up) is. In fact it is the “Inferiority Complex” within. (mera naam Shalu hai – Juhi Chawla, Raja – Akshay Kumar.. .hu hu hehehe.. the loving Juhi Chaula laughter) You thinking, what happened?? I just listen in some chitchat thing on the idiot box and that was it. My better half (she is my BEST HALF, saying “better” is about staying with the perplexing English for the sake of “THE ENGLISH” touch) came from the kitchen and had already changed the channel. Channel changed… Star Plus... channel changed... Colors… channel changed... **** channel changed… **** channel changed...****… Now I can’t narrate side by side. Forget it… Come to the point... my problem.

Actually of late I have been reading some books (short story, novel, philosophical ones) besides my regular technical skimming on the recent updates on IT. I started feeling my vocabulary was weakening to its heights. I have been indulged in reading a couple of blogs regularly as well. And to my extreme faithfulness in accepting the reality, here is the real crux of my problem (in addition to the lexis thing), the Inferiority Complex. These kids (or are they???) have such a level of creativity in them that when I think of their writing skills, I feel my fingers not moving above the 101 (let me count for sure…PAUSE), to be exact 86 beveled plastic units. I had started to compare with them, the ones who are incomparable. I guess the ONE whom the OTHER referred frequently (I knew from the OTHER’S comments on the posts of the ONE) as GURU (what philosophy or teaching he refers to by saying this, I can’t understand), was inspired writing in a BLOG by seeing mine, the one and only – INVOLUNTARILY UNCENSORED (or am I mistaken and seeding this complex in falsity). And the OTHER kid (oops!! DAKTAR saheb), who never justified his writing (I am talking about the layout formatting), and hit many return keys, was inspired by the ONE in starting his blog (I guess!!).

Its zee TV on the screen, with the frames of “Jhansi ki Rani”– Gangadhar Rao in the scene.

"I am going to serve, get ready!!" is what I hear. It was fish curry and rice (the home grown brand called Jetho Budo – “Senior and Old”, the literal translation). Let me have my dinner. I will continue later. Some updates (for the OS-Vista Home Premium) are installed, that I downloaded today. It’s requesting some restart. Ok then, will come back after these all proceedings... I will feel good to continue with a filled in tummy.

CTRL+S.

After I finished with my dinner (it was good), I returned to see my desktop of my laptop, with a balloon notification saying “Windows installed new updates. Your computer was restarted to finish installing updates. Click to see which updates were installed”. Silly it is. Isn’t it? Why notify me when I myself instructed it to update?? (Over smart computers not smart all the time). Forget it. Here I am (Bryan Adams also did something… on these phrases) with my file open and ready to continue. My BEST HALF had switched the room heater on (the water has already started unnerving in these time around the start of winter in Kathmandu and she did the kitchen chores tonight, which otherwise, except for Friday’s and Saturday’s is my task for the evening, as she has an evening duty, till 7.00 P.M. in her bank) and so was the channel to SONY. Dance Premiere League (DPL) on the frame. Guess they do it in 28 Frames per seconds these days... not much sure though… Wait!! These guys are doing good on Naina Thak Lengey - Prashant and Kartik - the brother duo, from Western Yoddha’s... Let me take a break…

Am back. I guess these breaks are the reasons of the Inferiority Complex which I have developed of late. The reason is the DAKTAR duo’s blog [. .]. Their write up which I never dare (PROVOKED!!) to miss reading, and that should not be the genuine reason. Whatever!! As I said earlier I repeat again. I had started comparing with their class, and never realized I have a class of my own (now this is called OVERCONFIDENCE).

But now on, I will start again, and will continue filling up my blog with silly writings as always in my past, and that too frequently. Will also start yet another blog, guess, with a title “SE Issues Unclassified” so that I can come up with the other class(not the OTHER) (want to earn some money with AD SENSE also). I will continue with my “Nothing Literary” in INVOLUNTARILY UNCENSORED. Wow more than 1000 words on the screen... It seems I am back with my writing spree (or its fucking VERBOSE). Some time I guess it would have been better to post a picture which I clicked than writing about my Inferiority Complex (someone said: A picture speaks more than thousand words… is it?? Still not out of it, or what?? Or Nah...)

Hey guys (referring to THE DAKTAR’S) keep writing the bouncers, but no worries, I will read, re-read, will feed “define: the word” in Google, and re-re-read. You are my inspiration on how to continue a blog in one way or the other… I have started maintaining a DATA DICTIONARY (stumped!! This is something softy!!)

Its 9:27 PM now, and the channel has changed to Colors... and it’s Big Boss in the frames… Pravesh and Claudia in a conversation...

I turned to my right, saw my better half, oops!! BEST HALF, who is glued to the frames keenly (it is PAL in Asian countries isn’t it?? Or is it NTSC… I forgot… let it be what it is..,).

I smiled and prepared to save the file...

By the way, will post this only the coming Sunday (15 November 2009)...

After I have written so much, I am out of the said complex. No consolations required.

:-)

NB (again!!): The time zone I am in is +5:45 GMT and weekly holiday is SATURDAY in Nepal.

Low Rise Blues

2009-11-03T10:33:00.012+05:45

Low rise blues, you made me shy.

I do want to soon lose this feeling.

And if I could choose a place to die

It would be in your cleave.

Do you want to see me peek across the gap to you?

Do you want to hear me beg you don’t raise it back?

I’d gladly do it because

I don’t want the view fade away.

Give me one more glimpse, please.

I don’t want the view fade away.

In your cleavage I want to stay.

It’s all right, but it’s felt wrong.

The way that people treat you baby.

Once a girl tried a fight, but she couldn’t come strong.

You shouldn’t be another loser.

Chorus

Low rise blues, don’t you rise high.

I’m sure we’re gonna meet again,

And if we do, don’t you be surprised

If you find me peeking yet another.

Chorus

I don’t want the view fade away.

Give me one more glimpse, please.

I don’t want the view fade away.

In your cleavage I long to stay.

Just in case you have not heard the Original, from which I got the inspiration, is here:

Bell Bottom Blues

Bell bottom blues, you made me cry.

I don't want to lose this feeling.

And if I could choose a place to die

It would be in your arms.

Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?

Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back?

I'd gladly do it because

I don't want to fade away.

Give me one more day, please.

I don't want to fade away.

In your heart I want to stay.

It's all wrong, but it's all right.

The way that you treat me baby.

Once I was strong but I lost the fight.

You won't find a better loser.

Chorus

Bell bottom blues, don't say goodbye.

I'm sure we're gonna meet again,

And if we do, don't you be surprised

If you find me with another lover.

Chorus

I don't want to fade away.

Give me one more day please.

I don't want to fade away.

In your heart I long to stay.

NahsoRism-13

2009-09-11T15:01:00.003+05:45

Maturity is the period of time in your life when you brain stops develping and the physical growth of your lust and unachievable desires starts....

NahsoRism-12

2009-06-26T13:33:00.003+05:45

Edited:
Comparision is good. But when you compare, never let the "Conclusion of the comparision", RULE you....

First Draft:
Comparision is very good. In fact its what we should always do... but one should never let the "Conclusion of the comparision", RULE you....

All Rights Reserved: Roshan Upadhyay

This NahsoRism came out during a chat conversation with Raju Dhakal

Molested Words

2009-05-11T17:16:00.004+05:45

The most molested words/phrase by Political Leaders of Nepal: जनता - महान - शहिद् - लोकतन्त्र - गणतन्त्र - बलिदान - संबिधान सभा - सहमति - जनयुद्ध - नागरिक सर्वोचता (recent one) ..... and the list goes on............... Please add to the list.......

Roshan Upadhyay
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Below are Some inputs by Friends (FB):

Suhrid: नया नेपाल, शान्ति प्रक्रियालाइ तार्किक निश्कर्ष
Rachit: प्रतिबद्धता
Anish: samunapatik .BAUNBAADH.......
Binesh: शिशु लोकतान्त्रिक गणतन्त्र
Sachin: Mahan Jana Andolan Bhag 1,2 3 !!
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