...and this is how I see it...!

Differences created by society

2018-07-08T07:23:00.001-07:00

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-;lhgf sfsL{_

Second Class Life !

2015-12-29T10:06:00.003-08:00

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And she surrendered...

2015-07-14T04:30:00.003-07:00

She was just 22... A jolly person studing in Bachelor's level with lots of aspirations and suddenly last seven months of her life led to her to the path of heaven...

Please refer this link http://www.onlinekhabar.com/2015/07/298752/#sthash.hj2Q5Wyq.dpuf

Who's the culprit?

There's less doubt that her husband and his family were not only controlling Latasha's life rather they were assaulting her physically, mentally and emotionally. However, the verdict of court is yet to be disclosed.

Nevertheless, I see two faces of our society with this painful death of #Latasha.

I am still pondering on our society's mental state which am sure is almost 99% of houses go through.

1. We women are still considered as the #second #sex. Our parents or guardians are more concerned on the wealth of a person rather than the upbringing of the to be son -in - law. The concept women look after the household chores and men work for living still do exist knowingly or unknowingly. Nothing different with Latasha's parents too.

But, they should have been more careful when it was about arranged marriage. It's plaintive to know that they were appeased on people's voice.They were ok when the guy had house in Sundhara and they were again ok when they knew he was living on a rented house. They were ok if he was Major of Nepal Army and they were absolutely ok when he actually was not.

How pathetic can this be?

Or is it like they feel like their daughter will not get any better person in future?

2. She was a bachelors level student, completely dependent on others. Still her parents want her to get married. Shouldn't they have waited till she finds a good job or settle her caree before she gets hitched? If only she was a working independent lady, may be she could have been more confident and vocal. But again, that doesn't mean all educated independent women are vocal...

3. As per Latasha's mother and her girlfriends, she was repeatedly crying out her pain. But as most of our mothers do, she also tried to console her and tell her to be patient. If only she had taken things seriously, things would have been different now.

We belong to such society where from the day we were born our guardian make us understand that we women have to face a lot of challenges in life and we have to accept it. We have to compromise, we have to be patient and we always should maintain a healthy and happy relation with everyone around. We were never taught to fight, to raise our voice or to leave things behind and walk out.

We were always Saraswati, Laxmi but we could never mould ourselves into Durga. That is the ground reality and that's how we women are always unhappy beneath.

4. Men tend to believe they are a superior gender and trust me it's not only their mistake. Our society, our own parents make them feel so. For a simple instance scroll through the jokes in internet, you will find 100s of those which are in anyways dominating women. Sarcasm about women and we all accept it and even laught it out. The advertisements related to household chores always have the women in the screen be it washing, cleaning or babysitting and still we are least bothered and accept it.

Why we don't see men doing the chores? Why men are enjoying the cooked food, wearing the washed clothes only. They should themselves learn to cook or wash or babysit. So, these simple things since birth make men feel women exist to assist them not to hold hands and walk together. They can't stand women who are far ahead leaving them behind. This is the Reality. Refering to Latasha's mother again, Mr. Bishnu Karki is one of these men who think his wife is his property. Nobody can see, talk or come close to her. He even kept a track of what she is doing and where is she going. The question is what did he learn from school, his parents and our society? He works for the people, for their betterment but Why did his education collapse while mistreating his wife?

Acc. to annual report of Supreme Court of Nepal in year 2068/2069, 112 cases of domestic violence in District Court and 6 in Appellate Court are registered and the saddest part is this rate is increasing everyday and to think from the other side, the better part is women are being vocal and coming forward to rescue themselves instead of suppressing their pain.

My heartfelt condolences to the departed soul. The culprit needs to behind the bars as soon as possible. No matter if it's proved to be suicide or it's mere an accident, people responsible for suffocating her should not be set free...

नारी दिवस

2015-03-07T22:07:00.004-08:00

आज पनि सुर्य पुर्व बाटै उदायो

बिहानै उठे, कुच्चो लगाए

बूईंगल देखि दलान पोते

पुजा पाठ सकि

चिया बसाले

हतारो पर्न आट्यो, दाल चामल निफ्फन्न कसे

उहाँ उठ्नु भयो

पत्रिका पल्टाउँदै, खोई तातो पानी भन्नुभयो

हतार हतार पुर्याइ आए

चिया ले भन्नुभयो

हस् भनि भान्छा कुद्न आटे

एकछिन भनि फेरी रोक्नु भयो

हजुर भनि अल्झिए, नारी दिवस रे, ल तलाईं शुभकामना ।

म हाँसे अनि चिया टक्र्याए

के नयाँ भयो...

आज पनि सुर्य पुर्वबाटै उदायो ।

Where is the next generation moving towards?

2015-02-15T08:21:00.002-08:00

We grow up thinking that our parents will never understand our struggles but the truth is that they invest their time making sure we never understand theirs.
I pity those unemployed youth who think smoking, taking weed or getting drunk is absolutely their choice of living and has nothing to do with others.
If only they CARE or THINK about the hardship of their parents!!! Life is short but that doesn't mean it's ending tomorrow. I wish I could change their state of mind.

-Feeling in my mind after seeing the young group of Boys smoking weed near the galli of my office

Another toxicity of patriarchal culture!

2014-11-11T07:00:00.001-08:00

Source Annapurna Post: गाईघाट : सवारी दुर्घटना कम गर्ने प्रयास स्वरुप उदयपुर जिल्लाको कटारी क्षेत्रबाट सञ्चालन हुने ठूला तथा साना सम्पूर्ण सवारी साधनमा चालक नजिकको सिटमा युवती बस्न नपाउने निर्णय गरिएको छ। - See more at: http://annapurnapost.com/News.aspx/story/2110#sthash.3E0yRJ1A.eaL4fPsz.dpuf

We are continuously fighting for Gender equality and to see this kind of rule and regulation coming up is extremely disturbing. I am amazed to know that people still think drivers are supposed to be men only and it's height of illogical to predict company of women distract men!
Awful !

It's Love !

2014-09-02T20:17:00.000-07:00

Many times I've tried to write something about love but always failed to do so. I start with some lines but eventually omit as I had that feeling that says they're not all true. But, today without any coercion of my mind my fingers are tapping the letters and my heart is dictating.

It's the second day and my love is not infront of my eyes. They are desperately searching for him. My ears are missing his words and my mind is stuck on his mischievous smile. This feeling is kind of weird. I mean I am being impatient to see him back on my arms. Is this what you call love? If yes then I love him to moon and back.

It is said, marriages are made in heaven and I truly believe on that. Having said that I feel man is responsible for the maintenance work :) I also strongly believe in whatever happens happens for the best, you just have to be patient till the right moment comes. And, I thank God for bringing him in my life.

I have that special feeling for him for so many reasons:
The way he makes me smile, the way he looks at me, the way he makes my heart melt with his poems and how he put up with my moodiness. He gives me strength when I am weak. He gives me hope when I think of the future. The only person who always know what I'am thinking and what I'm going to say. More than anything else, I owe him for his pure heart and honesty. How different we are but still our differences compliment each other.

We talk about equality !

2014-08-23T19:54:00.000-07:00

I have a strong belief in equality of opportunity irrespective of caste, creed and gender.

It bothers me when the much deserving candidates made to lose the opportunity just because there are other non deserving people who belong to a so called marginalized or a vulnerable group. I raise my voice for the equality of opportunity.

Illiteracy directly proportional to patriarchal society!

2014-08-09T00:03:00.002-07:00

Statistics say that about 66% of the world’s adult women are illiterate. This is mainly due to the unavailability of access to education in many patriarchal societies where education for women isn’t considered significant.

Unavailability of nearby schools or colleges can be understood. Lack of infrastructure can be understood but because of this male dominated society is illogical . This patriarchal society has indeed paused the growth of a girl, lady and a women which in turn has created hurdle in the growth of the nation.

Relation between a father and his daughter !

2014-07-31T21:25:00.002-07:00

"Timro Janmadinko upalakshyama timro Dirghayiuko, Suswastha ko lagi Ishwar sanga sadhai prathana gardachu

-Your's Loving Bau"

The first message I got this morning on my Birthday. It was 5:30 a.m and he calls me up and says Happy Birthday!

These little gestures he makes, makes my life a colorful one. A very happy and content person I am is all because of my Dad.

This is the second birthday I am waking up at my in laws place and I miss my daddy a lot. No matter how big I have become or how my life has changed, I am the same little lady for him and he is my all time favorite super hero.
Daddy can never be wrong is what I still believe in.

Life as a secret story to reveal

2014-01-26T23:37:00.000-08:00

Life's got a lot of lessons to teach...
Every other passing day has secrets stories to reveal...
I'm here gradually facing them...
Sometimes immense joy come along and
sometimes its hard to believe...

O ye this is life ...life as a secret story to reveal...

It was my day: July 31st 2012

2012-08-01T03:16:00.001-07:00

It was actually my DAY as my friends teased me saying , "aaja yesto thulo mahan parwa "

Many people I had encountered with, do not find the day; they were born special or extra ordinary or something they want to live for, but whatever the age might be, the charm of the "BIRTH DAY" has never diminished from my heart rather it excites me more. I agree, I am adding up my age but that can never stop me behaving like a kiddo. After all there is a child inside all of us.

This year's 31st July brought me new happiness and taught me new lessons too. To tell you the truth, I had no clue that it would be spent in such a mesmerizing way. However, I knew it would go very well as I had already made a different plan this year.

My day started with a surprise package right from my bed in the early morning. Just imagine, I was sleeping on my bed and all of a sudden you hear some people popped in your bedroom singing birthday song screaming loud and clear with birthday cake right under your nose. How would you feel? I was super shocked and was really HAPPYYYY !!! They made my day :)

Next, I'm sure the innocent and loving heart of Dil Shova Shrestha had touched many hearts after the interview was shared extensively in facebook users timeline. I was one of them and I had made up my mind to help her whatever I can from my side that very moment. I called her up to express my gratitude and asked her if I could help her in anyways.

But to my amusement, she said after the "Dishanirdesh" program was aired on television, people had flooded her place with tons of food and eateries and because of that, they are having a hard time even to manage space to sleep. She asked if I could donate some money instead. Here, I didn't want to donate a nominal amount of money rather want to give away something that has value directly to the needy people and see them smiling.
So, I thought of buying some stationary items for the little kids over there and chocolates to give away. But, the fact, the place was flooded with tons of necessary stuffs, I somehow felt like I should help those who are real in need rather than just giving away things to them who already possess.

I was not trying to do it for the sake of doing it. I wanted to start another year of my life in a positive way, spreading smiles as much as I can. So, I changed my plan and went to an orphanage called Sahara Bal Griha, an unnotable organisation in city where almost 15 kids of different ethnicity and age live under one roof. I was indeed more happy to share my happiness with those small little kids who actually were happy to get those chocolates, exercise books, pencils, pens, drawing books etc. Though I couldn't do much, small support from my side made them smile too and looking at their smile, you can imagine how I felt.

Last not but the least, it was the time to party... after all... it was my birthday... We headed towards a place in Baluwatar... ate like a horse, danced like the devil and laughed like drain. Oh What fun we had.

And, here comes our adventurous ride at night. I had promised in the early morning that I would go and visit Budhalinkantha Temple while visiting Sahara Bal Griha but forgot it completely after so much of hassle. While returning back to home, my brain somehow made me remember that, so there was no way to break my own promise. So, here my exhausted soul couldn't rest and went to the door of God. I won't lie, I was little scared too as it was already very late and the load shedding of Nepal makes it worst. Nevertheless, I along with my dear people reached there safely and with our content and happy faces returned back crossing the Ma. Pa. Se check at various places. Here, I fulfilled my another promise. :)

All in all, I must say, this day has filled my heart with Rainbow and here I am just pasting my facebook status one more time for the good people I have in my life :))

I had to let you know again how great it was to see you all this morning. I had never cut my cake right on my bed on my night dress and you all made me do that...Thanks for that Surprise visit ...What more can I say? Adding up an age is not always fun but with you all, I find it so simple. Thank you all one more time for taking leave from offices and spending the whole day smiling with me.With family and friends like you guys to spend time with, any age is great! I am BLESSED :)

And at times...

2012-07-20T09:40:00.006-07:00

At times, you feel like you are being dragged in no way for no reason.
At times, you know the answers but you just don't want to utter a single word.
At times,you just want to scream at your loudest voice, but you keep quite...
and at times, the sun sets before it's time and....
I agree at times, it rains when there's no any sign.

It's a wonder plant !

2012-07-11T09:42:00.000-07:00

My doctor suggested me to use cream which contain aloe vera, and I felt like why not directly apply aloe vera gel when it's there in my backyard instead of searching a cream. After, I read this, I am more into Aloe vera these days and I guess you all can try too. I must say Aloe Vera is actually a wonder plant.

Suitable for all skin types, I found out that aloe vera gel can be used even by people with sensitive skin and I am way happy as I have a hyper sensitive skin. Here, I have found out more about it's benefits.

1. Aloe vera gel is great for moisturizing.

Popularly used as a moisturizer by women who use mineral make-up regularly, aloe vera gel is great for face. Applying aloe vera gel on skin prior to application of make-up can prevent the skin from drying.
Aloe vera gel can be used as an aftershave. Its healing properties can treat small cuts caused by shaving.

2. Aloe vera gel is great for treating acne.

Aloe vera gel has antimicrobial properties that kill bacteria and anti-inflammatory properties that reduce skin inflammation. It allows the skin to heal quickly and naturally with minimal scarring. Aloe is moisturizing but doesn`t give skin a greasy feel, so it`s perfect for anyone with an oily complexion.

3. Aloe vera helps fight common problems of skin aging.

Let`s face it: as we get older, everyone begins to worry about the appearance of lines and the loss of elasticity in our skin. The vitamin C and E present in aloe gel can improve our skin`s natural firmness and keep our skin hydrated.

4. Aloe vera can lessen the visibility of stretch marks.

Whether due to a growth spurt, weight change, or pregnancy - many of us are plagued with unsightly stretch marks. These marks appear due to minor tears in the layers of the skin caused by sudden and excessive stretching. Aloe vera gel can help hide these stretch marks by healing these wounds.

5. Aloe vera can be used to treat sunburn.

Aloe vera gel can reduce the pain and swelling you experience during sunburn. It acts as a protective layer on the skin and helps replenish its moisture. When the skin is hydrated, then it will recover faster from the sunburn.

These many benefits and I was wondering. Let's try the natural way this time to cure our skin. If you had already tried it or are a regular user, do let us know how does it work! I am applying it for sure after all I believe natural remedies are way better than chemicals !

Chinese married couple clueless about sex...

2012-05-10T01:07:00.005-07:00

What do you think about this? I am clueless actually !!!
Malaysia’s largest selling Chinese language newspaper Sin Chew Daily reported: Chinese married couple clueless about sex, thought that wife would get pregnant by sleeping on the same bed...
You will be astonished to know that they both are highly educated ! GAWD, that was the spontaneous reaction I had !

What is your month of birth?

2012-05-08T11:10:00.000-07:00

What is your month of birth?

I found this somewhere and felt like sharing it with you people. Though we do not totally believe in horoscopes, our eyes generally cannot resist reading something related to it. So, here's a small piece to know about you more according to your month of birth:

JANUARY:

Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored.

Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to

recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth.

Stubborn.

FEBRUARY:

Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract.

Intelligent and clever. Changing personality.

Attractive. sexiest out of everyone.

Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest

and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves

freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves

aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt.

Gets angry really easily but does not show it.

Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends

but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn.

Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.

Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the

inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous.

Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.

MARCH:

Attractive personality. sexy. Affectionate Shy and

reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous

and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity.

Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered.

Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness.

Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up

feelings. Observant and assesses others.

APRIL:

Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous.

Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and

sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does

work well with others. Very confident. Sensitive.

Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good

memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look

for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or

make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and

others. Understanding. Fun to be around.

Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive.

Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and

travelling. Systematic. hot but has brains.

MAY:

Stubborn and hard-hearted . Strong-willed and

highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered.

Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings.

Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint.

Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex.

Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to

dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding.

Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good

imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves

literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike

being at home. Restless. Not having many children.

Hardworking. High spirited.

JUNE:

You've got the best personality and are an

absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make

new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt

and more than likely have an a very attractive

partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely

that you have a massive record collection. You

have a great choice in films, and may one day

become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck,

you've got the looks for it!!!

JULY:

Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to

be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed.

Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily

consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's

feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable.

Emotional temperamental and unpredictable.

Easily hurt. Witty and sparkly.

spazzy at times.

Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.

dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.

Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive

and forms impressions carefully. Caring and

loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of

sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people

through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties

in studying. Loves to be with friends . Always broods

about the past and the old friends. Waits for

friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive

unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt

but takes long to recover.

AUGUST:

outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on

attention. no self control. kind hearted. self

confident. loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful.

easy to get along with and talk to. has an "every

thing's peachy" attitude. likes talking and singing.

loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. Hates

not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be

loved. hates studying. in need of "that someone".

longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld or

restricted. lives by "no pain no gain" caring.

always a suspect. playful. mysterious. "charming"

or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious.

independent. strong willed. a fighter.

SEPTEMBER:

Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends

to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself.

Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic.

Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems.

Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and

caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have

many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional.

Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates

oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore.

Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can

understand.

OCTOBER:

Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves

to takes things at the centre. Inner and physical

beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry

often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and

fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but

recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does

not care to control emotions. Unpredictable.

Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND

sexiest of them all.

NOVEMBER:

Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and

dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun.

Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards

your inner and outer beauty and independent

personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional

and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people

easily and very social in a group. Fearless and

independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a

crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the

greatest men are born in this month. If you ever

begin a relationship with someone from this month,

hold on to them because their one of a kind.

DECEMBER:

This straight-up means ur the most good-looking

person possible... better than all of these other

months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive

in everything. Active in games and interactions.

Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in

organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to,

though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision,

yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by

kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of

ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to

delay. Choosy and always wants the best.

Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to

joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone

always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer.

Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding.

Able to show character. one guy/girl kind of

person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting

colds. loves music.

So, does it reflect your personality??? Do let me know my dear people.

Adieu till my next post ! God bless !

Service Charge !!!

2012-04-29T03:57:00.002-07:00

The culture of eating out is gradually taking it's pace. Working hard like an ass for a week and seeking for some good food has become a staple routine in city areas. As far as possible people love to nibble something like fast food everyday.
Keeping up with the trend, I am one of them who regularly have to search her lunch pack in some restaurants. I agree, a lazy bum like me has no other alternate too...As usual, I went to a restaurant yesterday to fill my empty tummy, stay on a Que for a couple of minutes, grabbed those food coupons, gave it to the counter again, waited for another some minutes...and here the number was called. I got my order from food counter itself.

Everything was going well. The ambiance was ok, food was equally good. But here, my temper got high as soon as I saw the bill. It had a self service board hung at every corner and accordingly the customer were serving for themselves. This was perfectly fine for me but What am I supposed to do When the bill showed 10% service charges as well. .Aree when I am doing all the effort by myself, Why on Earth do I have to pay an extra amount as service charges? I wonder what was the service I got except the cooked food? I couldn't stay deaf and dumb and asked the person, is it something fair? He didn't have an answer and said it's a rule and they can't help it. It's the trend that's going on and still continuing.

It was ungrateful, it was something unlawful, it was something that irritates a normal soul. Disgusting, disrespectful, fraudulent and something very annoying I say.

Adieu till my next post friends ! God Bless !

Which one of the door will you open???

2012-03-21T05:16:00.000-07:00

Which one of this door will you open? Money, Luck or is it Love?

Which one is more important? Which door will you open? Think for a moment and reply...Is it Money or you believe in Fate instead? Are you inclining towards LOVE? Do you think Love is everything? So, tell me which one do you choose??? Is it MONEY? Is it LUCK or it's simply LOVE ?

Here, I remember that popular statement we used to write in slam books when we were in school: Money: "Money is something but not everything". I still don't remember why we used to think that way, when we even didn't know What money exactly is? I again remember those days when we used to have debates on Fate/Luck Vs Karma/Work and every time those who speak in favour of Karma grabbed more points. So, what left? Love? A bit difficult question now..! Love is something really divine, it's something that you feel and can't express in words. Love makes your life worth living. Love is magic. Love is beyond definition.....

But, deep down inside, I am sad to share this, I recently got to read:

"Falling in love may feel like a meeting of hearts and minds. But in reality it's a kind of temporary insanity driven by hormones." scientists say. Julia Stuart reports ! now What?

Let me ask you again... so which one of this door will you open? Money, Luck or is it Love?

I myself am in dilemma... I am lying down on my bed right at the moment... I am in pain....It is extremely difficult to pass time like this. I am depressed. I am frustrated. Doctor warned: I shouldn't walk, I shouldn't talk much and most of all I shouldn't eat what I want. My mind has become dumb, body feels numb ...and there's only feeling of pain flowing in my mind...!!!

So, let me ask you one more time...which one of this door will you open? Money, Luck or is it Love?

A line which I used to read in school, "Health is Wealth" is revolving in my head. I never took this statement seriously. I never ate what I had to eat. I never took rest when I had to take. I ran for "Money, I tried to grab Luck and I searched for Love'. But, all I feel is empty handed now....I regret, I never had time to myself...I never realized I am equally important, I never realized Health is Wealth in real terms....and now I am lying on bed helpless...!

Money can't bring back my time that I spent on lying like this, Luck nor can and Love did not cure/conquer my disease...So, I got an answer as which one is important for not only me but for you too?Have you ever thought how Healthy is your Health??? You must be thinking, money is treating me, you must be thinking luck is helping me to live. But I question myself, if I were healthy, I wouldn't be needing this freaking money, if luck was in favour, I wouldn't be this torn ever....

So, let me ask you one more time...which one of this door will you open? Money, Luck or is it Love?

and if it's about me Health comes first !!!

So, here I repeat: Health is Wealth - Preserve it ! Take good care of your body, after all it is the only one you have got. Once again, right now you may feel that this will not bother you at all, but at some point it is going to take a strain on your body and by then it will be too late....

Think before it's too late or shall I once again ask: Which one of this door will you open? Money, Luck or is it Love?

* Here, I is an imaginary character !

Keep living and loving!

adieu till my next post !! God Bless!

that Traffic Police didi...

2012-03-19T04:18:00.001-07:00

Oh that lady traffic police !!!

I never miss to see that traffic police didi while coming to office. The chaotic traffic, horns and honks, hundreds thousands of people and that strong simple lady !

It's raining cats and dogs but you see her standing tall, it's a windy day and she's still doing her job. The scorching sun is bothering me here but see she still is blowing her whistle there.

I salute her and for her energy, for her determination and for her dedication towards the general public. I say real Iron lady to her.

Pedestrians are walking without following the signals, drivers are rarely following the traffic rules. Many drivers/riders are overtaking from both the sides, and violating the lane disciplines. The speed of the vehicles you see always high on roads that are often in bad shape with a pothole. But that bold lady, I see trying really hard to make them follow the traffic rules. She shouts, she screams and when needed she cuts the cheat sheets. Oh that real Iron lady, Oh that traffic police didi.... !!!

I wonder how many of you have an idea about the facilities she, like other lady traffic police is getting from Nepal Government? I have heard lady traffic police have no enough place to live in. Not even separate restrooms to rest. Recently one of the national publication published an article regarding this and nothing has been done yet. I had a thought and that says, we spend so much amount in women empowerment, leadership and equality but when it comes to grassroot level, it never reaches.

I speak, Why are we serving those "useless 601 Constitution Assembly(CA) members for this long and Why are these real heroes go invisible instead? We hear Prachanda's new residence was purchased for Rs. 103 millions, Prakash his son posted in his facebook that it was leased for Nrs. 60,000 per month. Whatever it is, but why aren't we concerned about those traffic policemen's place to reside yet.

My another confusion, I wonder how much these traffic police are paid for their performance because working in field, ignoring the weather, and tackling hundred thousands of people directly is not an easy task and let's not forget traffic police themselves are not secure too. I remember an incident when a lady traffic police was hit by a bike and ran away: Please refer : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Czzp487qEFg&feature=player_embedded ....you will gasp for a minute.

So, let's think about these traffic policemen for a second and start respecting them as their dedication towards the mankind is beyond price. Three Cheers to that Traffic police didi , Three Cheers to the entire Traffic Policemen !

Keep living and loving!

adieu till my next post !! God Bless!

GeNeRaTiOn NeXt !

2012-03-18T09:36:00.000-07:00

And I say Oh My Lord this is Generation Next!

I remember it was a cold gloomy morning; I was sipping my coffee and flipping the pages of newspaper. Suddenly my cousin brother came running. 7 years old that little chap was asking me to help him open his facebook account. I was astonished at first and then I asked him the reason Why? Afterall that little kid doesn’t even know how to write about him in more than four sentences and he wants a facebook account ! OMG!

He stared at me as if he is my senior and within a fraction of second I can see that unique smile of him. His cute dimples on both sides looked flawless. I bet that innocent face can successfully manipulate any creature of this world. He then replied: “Dijju everybody has it in my class and they want me to join in too. We can talk in facebook and can even put pictures of our school picnic”. Oh my God was the first thing I uttered. What do you expect me to answer him now? I was really surprised. I said Ok will do that in the afternoon. He nodded his head and grabbed my cell phone. He knows how to unlock it, go to application and find his best game to play.

And I say Oh My Lord this is Generation Next!

My 7 years old brother shared an incident last night. His classmate wrote a letter to a friend of him and she was detained. I had a rough idea in my mind already but was so anxious to know what was written there so hurriedly asked: “So What was written there in that letter hmm? ” “I love you Dhruv”. “She had also brought some chocolates to give him“ He replied. Now, this gave me goose bumps . I couldn’t response for a second. “Do you know What love is babu?” was my question to him and don’t ask what he did? He was too shy to answer, so he ran away to get his glass of milk.

And I say Oh My Lord this is Generation Next!

Having said all, I am scared, I am worried. Who to blame for these little minds? While parents strive to teach their children about independence, they should never cease to forget that the kids need to be under their benevolent watch at all times. Parents need to step up and take responsibility for their kids, afterall "AS YOU SOW SHALL YOU REAP" !

Keep living and loving!

adieu till my next post !! God Bless!

and my sister got married !

2012-03-16T05:13:00.001-07:00

To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. - Clara Ortega

Two and half years elder than me, I would describe her as a charismatic person. Extremely straight forward, zero diplomatic, reckless spender, a food lover and too kiddish at times describe my sister better.

I grew up seeing her ambition for studying and working hard. I always remember, she writing a "R.J, Radio Jockey" as her ambition in everybody's slam book at school. She used to mimic like a RJ and used to ask us questions as if we are her listeners. And today, she is one of the most popular RJ in town. Her passion for achieving her ambition has always taught me that through hard work anything is possible. The trick is not just to feel passionately about your job, but to act passionately too. If you act passionately, you won't sit passively is the "mantra" she always shared with me.

I admit I am blessed to have her in my life...

That curve in her lips never fades away and always inspires others to live life every single day. Though two years older than me, I still remember those school days when I used to comb her hair, iron her dress, polish her shoes and arrange her geometry box before going to school... and yes some of those habits of her did not change and till date she asks me once before she plans to get anything new that comes her way.....

Again, I admit I am blessed to have her in my life...

The day when her wedding date was fixed, I felt something very strange. That feeling of separation couldn't let me sleep. I wondered if she could handle all those responsibilities with the same smile on her face? I wondered if she could adjust in the new environment with the same grace? I wondered if she could transform his house into a home with the same charm she puts on every single day? After all they taught us marriage in not just about marrying a guy, it's marrying his whole family. It's not just about making him happy, it's about how you please every single person over there. But, the fact that she is marrying the person she loved always brought my smile back.

It was February 7th, the D'day! From taking her to the beauty parlor to the wedding procession, I was shivering and I was more nervous. I looked at my Dad's and Mom's sulky face, my brother's distressed pace and I looked at my sister's grace. Her grace and glowing face was undoubtedly the Best ! The whole wedding procession she lived with a big bright smile and now it was that unbearable time, the emotional time, the time to wave her hands to her birthplace, the time to bid adieu to her dad, mom, sister, brother and her adorable bruno. Tears rolled down and words struck. It was actually unbearable. It was actually intolerable........!!!

Today it has almost been a month and a half and we still are flipping those wedding albums, we still are shuffling the wedding video and still our eyes get wet looking at the ending part. However, what matters is her smile and "touch-wood" she is absolutely happy with her hubby dear in her new beginning and we are extremely glad looking at her smiling face.....!!!

and yes I should repeat : We are blessed to have her in our life... !!!

Keep living and loving !
adieu till my next post !! God Bless !

When heart breaks !

2011-04-04T22:30:00.005-07:00

They passed their primary level together from the same school and now it was time to bid adeiu !! Hers was a convent and he joined a Co-Ed . Time passed by and so were the days of two with their own group of friends....!! No communication as there wasn't any means nor were any known feelings.

But as they say - if it's destiny it will happen no matter what ! That he was giving away his old exercise books to a kabadi wala ,and a phone number striked his eyes, it was 'her' land line number ....and that's when this story begins !!!

She(Rashi) was a simple, studious, innocent and an extremely polite character, often known as Daddy's Girl among her friends circle. Overly protective child of her parents and least bothered about the world. She was within her own cocoon. He(Kiran) on the other hand was an introvert, mischievous and mysterious at the same time.

That was a bright sunny day, Rashi got a call. It was Kiran on the other side. Absolutely glad to hear each other after such a long span of time, they talked for hours that day and it continued for many more months but they never met. Kiran was trying for his abroad studies and before he moved he wanted to see his childhood crush Rashi. He asked her to meet but Rashi humbly denied and he didn't force too.

It was almost a month they haven't called each other. Tensed and perplexed Rashi couldn't resist and for the first time, picked up the receiver and called him up.

Rashi: Hello! May I talk to Kiran?

Kiran's Mom: He has already flied to U.S.A

Rashi: But when?

Kiran's Mom: Today morning.

Rashi regretted, scolded herself and was completely down. She thought she should apologize and hurriedly signed in to email, but to her amusement, her inbox was showing Kiran's email at this side. They continued to share their words via emails. The internet proved to be a trustworthy bridge thereafter. Another year passed by and their friendship was still the same.

This was the day of his return flight. Kiran was back to his motherland. After a week they finally managed to meet. His looks hadn't changed much, tall, lean, short hair and in a checkered shirt he looked sexy. She was cleanly dressed, wavy long hair and no make ups, looked absolutely adorable. Kiran was sure that he loved this girl at his first sight but couldn't dare to utter a single word. Extremely diplomatic lad used to give her the hints, but those words never created any miracle. Rashi still had no clue. Their decent friendship couldn't changed it's track even after so many years. That night Kiran couldn't take a nap. With his red puffy eyes he was waiting for the sun to rise and his mind had already created a garland of words to be expressed infront of Rashi the other day...

It was drizzling. They were walking down the street. The weather itself was very romantic. Kiran couldn't have another better time to pour his heart out. With all his heart, with all his soul, with all his mind, he finally expressed his love towards her. He assured her that she is the only girl he had ever loved and will be loving forever. Rashi was quiet, patiently listening every bit of his word, trying to understand and respond but was finding it too hard to express. She couldn't agree nor she denied. He dropped her home but returned back without any answer. Days, weeks, months passed. They were still walking together, she was still clueless, perplexed and without any answer. He was still waiting and their friendship still growing....

After a year of patience, eventually friendship started to blossom into love in Rashi's heart. She was all happy to feel something new that was going in her mind and heart. Every morning she used to wake up thinking about that one name and the same name repeats before she took a nap. Love between two childhood friends was divine. However, Rashi still was not spilling a word. Kiran was still waiting for that perfect day to start. Deep inside their hearts, they knew they feel for each other but words failed to pop up every single time.

Kiran dropped her home wishing to see her tomorrow in the same place as usual. She waved her hand and wished the same. The next day she called him up but the cell phone was switched off. She tried again that day, the next day and the next day and the next day.... but the cell was still switched off. Eighteen days passed by but no responses from Kiran. Rashi was frustrated.

He would rather lose his eyes than not see her; he would rather lose his life than desert her but now it was all in vain.

Looking out the balcony of her room, the clear, blue skies and beautiful sunset looked absolutely serene. Suddenly, her phone buzzed and it distracted her state of mind. It was his message. " I lost my phone and was busy with some personal work. You take care. I will meet you soon." Another week passed by.

One evening Kiran called Rashi. He asked her to meet him in the evening. Rashi was on cloud nine. She was delighted. She was sparkling. She was overjoyed. She dressed up and was all set to meet him. Today she was going to reply him back. She was going to accept his proposal. She was searching the best words to say "I love you too". It was 5 in the evening and she saw him after so long. The charm was missing somewhere, he had put on his cap which she never liked, he sounded rude, he was not the same Kiran which she knew since her childhood. Before she uttered a word, she was .....shattered. " Can we become best friends? I will be sharing every bit of my stuff with you like before but...but....no other relationship is possible...I cannot become your partner for life." Tears rolled down her cheeks. Words stuck. Heartbeat stopped for a while. She couldn't believe what she heard just now. She was completely traumatized. She forgot about the busy road, the crowd was almost invisible. She ran home crying.

It was raining cats and dogs. She couldn't sleep the whole night. The echo of thunder was intolerable. She was trying to recall what had happened, not just what had happened that evening but all those times they spent together came as a flashback. She still couldn't figure it out, What and Why did he say so? " My god mother, my aunt doesn't want our relationship, so please forgive me. I know I have to pay for your tears, but I just can't help it. Please forgive me" These were the only words that was haunting her. All those promises vanished within a second. She couldn't forgive herself for believing that coward. She tried calling him but the cell was switched off. She tried again and again but he did not respond.

A man who had assured a girl that he could fight with the world to make her happy was lost somewhere. Deep inside her heart she knew whatever he told was just an excuse. He did not share the truth with her. He did not reveal the fact. There was something else that was stopping him to move on....... there was something else....there was something hidden....there was some untold story that had placed a full stop to a new beginning....

Weeks, months and years passed by but there were no replies, there was no response... answers still missing, answers yet to reveal, answers yet to be disclosed !!!

To be continued ....

Keep living and loving !
adieu till my next post !! God Bless !

my first step...!

2011-03-09T23:03:00.104-08:00

Jotting down in my thick personal diary was one of my routine job since a long. I have always believed in pouring my heart out rather than piling up my words and feelings in a corner of my heart and mind . You ask me about my first crush to my first salary experience, I have it all expressed in my own words. My thick personal diary was supposed to be my best friend at some point of time. No judgement, no analysis but patient ears to bear...and that was the reason why I felt my diary as the most comfort zone.

It was quite exciting when I first heard about the Blog. A personal journal published on world wide web was something very alluring to my ears and i actually couldn't stop myself from trying one and here I am giving it a very first shot. I am enthralled because my words will have voice now. Neither I am a good writer nor am I trying to become, it's just about my random words which will have their own world ! So, expect a normal girl with simple thoughts expressing her own experiences in her own words :)

Keep living and loving !
adieu till my next post !! God Bless !