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<title><![CDATA[Loving a distant love]]></title>    	
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<description><![CDATA[It�s not impossible, but it�s hard.

Well, I don�t have a problem with long-distance relationships, but I feel somehow it just fails to work � most of the times. Mark my word, �most of the times� because I know a few people who�ve remained apart for many years yet been able to have the fire intact and survived as passionate lovers. I wonder how they pull it off, God bless them, but I don�t think I�m very good at handling a relationship when the other person isn�t around. It�s rather inconvenient having to love someone, when you never get to go out, all your conversations occur but through the telephone, you don�t know whether she�s gaining or losing weight and what she did last evening.

Yes. What did she exactly do last evening?

That�s the type of question that gets me restless most of the times. And looms on top of me those endless questions whether she met someone more handsome and attractive? Did he ask her out for a coffee? Did she say yes? Darn those things that make me fe...]]></description>  
<pubDate>Mon, 6 Oct 2008 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<title><![CDATA[The Awakening]]></title>    	
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<description><![CDATA[Alright. Now this is where I begin my story, an exceptionally and overwhelmingly sad story � or let me at least put it that way. That fateful day, a day I remember so vividly in my mind: that chilling wind, the slippery road paved through steep cliffs, fog and mist mingled together blowing over our faces in an early wet January morning. That shivering of the lips, that grinding of the teeth � how could I ever forget that? That group of four young lads � Udeet K.C., Naren Chamling, Kiran Shrestha and I, as we throttled down the dauntingly steep cliffs of Kalimpong in our Pulsars � the fire, the feeling that resided inside the each of us made us feel like we could take over the world. We were speeding our bikes through the narrow turns of the highway. Naren insisted that we had a race, but Kiran strongly opposed the idea as it had just stopped raining and was very wet to try something dangerous like that. But nobody ever listened to Kiran.

I still remember that particular turning wher...]]></description>  
<pubDate>Sun, 6 Jul 2008 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<title><![CDATA[El Chico by Bijay Gautam]]></title>    	
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<description><![CDATA[Jose and I had been best friends since high school. I lived in Queens while he lived in his double suite apartment in downtown Manhattan. We went to the same university in Waterbury, Connecticut which was about two and a half hours drive from where we lived. Jose had Colombian descent while I was a Nepal-born Indian. He had a great singing voice while I was a good dancer. I was even going to evening Salsa classes after work. We had lots of similarities, and perhaps that was the reason that held us together. Notwithstanding the fact of him being a pure veggie who grumbled over my incessant craving for non-vegetarian food, we buddies went along great. 

Year 2004. It was the beginning of a beautiful summer in the Big Apple. It was our last day of the first semester and we were all prepared for two long weeks of holiday. I had a lot to do - needed to go to Florida, find a full-fledged job and start minting some quick money. How could I afford to waste my time? I had always wanted to liv...]]></description>  
<pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<title><![CDATA[With love, from North Carolina]]></title>    	
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<description><![CDATA[21 March 2008

I can feel her. I can sense her. It�s like I�m talking to her: one-on-one, face-to-face. It�s like the two of us, walking very long distances, musing idiotically over each other, blushing, tumbling and making the most stupid faces we�d never dare in this conscious life. But I can talk to her. Laugh at her jokes, feel sad when she cries, take her by my arms and give her a warm hug. I can, because I want to and nothing can stop me and my heart. Our distances are so close that three continents, two oceans are mere nothing, and living almost fifteen thousand miles away from each other, the two of us can still feel the power of love: that searing hot burning fire of love.


16 June 2006.

The chill had just set in. I knew she�d got her I20s and all that stuffs with ease and eventually she got everything ready with the ease of smooth. She was prepared, fastened her luggage, buckled up her shoes, bid every person she knew good bye, attended lengthy farewell dinners at re...]]></description>  
<pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<title><![CDATA[A Commoner�s View]]></title>    	
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<description><![CDATA[The present day crisis in the country is far worse off than it seems to be. I�m writing this piece, with my clock ticking by the side because in twenty minutes or so, I�ll have no electricity � for four long hours. That�s a daily routine, eight hours a day, fifty two hours a week � I�ll have to stay in darkness. There are no vehicles plying in the roads because there�s no fuel. A fellow formerly in the most wanted list of criminals is daydreaming about his virtues of being the first �president� of the country. Many people have no food, no fuel. You always get a busy tone in the telephone. Work is getting difficult day by day. Deadlines won�t be met; promises can�t be kept because the devices will simply not work. The devices of an efficient state are dysfunctional at the moment. There is chaos and uncertainty looming all over. There is very little hope that the elections in April will be conducted with ease.

There are a group of people out their exasperated, desperate and infuriated...]]></description>  
<pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<title><![CDATA[Gone.. everything gone]]></title>    	
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<description><![CDATA[My first high school crush, Ugh! I still remember that. What a lovely feeling it was. Indeed, falling in love for the first time had never been that glad. I never imagined I�d ever fall for a girl. I was fourteen when I first took notice of her. No, we had been in the same grade from a long time but it was only then I had started taking notice of her. She was a pretty girl, moderately built � not petite but people liked to call her �shorty.� That was what all her girl friends called her. She was the shortest in the group but she never paid attention to whatever the people said.

Just like I had been in love for the first time � at least I suppose it was so; it was very natural for her to be attracted to a guy. No, I am not going to give you good news because this is not a happy story. She was falling for another guy. Well, of course the rich and famous type. People would preceive some sort of gayish tendencies in me if I said he was in fact, charming but I would not defer from truth....]]></description>  
<pubDate>Mon, 7 Jan 2008 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<title><![CDATA[Smiley]]></title>    	
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<description><![CDATA[Rupa was already dressed up for work. She wasn�t the regular workaholic type but her boss hated her turning up late for work. She was sort of scared of her high pitched, self-acknowledged, ego ridden and apprehensively tyrant boss. Not that she never got better proposals from other organisations but something just kept her tied to the firm. Rupa dressed up as usual, munched up some offhandedly cooked rice grains and hurriedly headed to catch a microbus. She lived away from the city so reaching office in time meant catching an early microbus headed that way. Soon people would start pouring in from all directions and it would be almost impossible to accommodate in any of the given microbuses. It meant taking a congested, smelly and treacherous trip to work and Rupa always hated it. She hated the smelly armpits, smokers smelling like chimneys and crying and whining infants; and of course the endless halts to pick and drops passengers on the way.

Rupa left the microbus and paced towards...]]></description>  
<pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2007 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<title><![CDATA[The Great Human Empire]]></title>    	
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<description><![CDATA[The year is 7056 AD. Planet Earth is not what it was five thousand years ago. The Great Flood of 2010 ended the once prosperous terrestrial life in the planet. Great continents immersed into the sea, the human civilisation was destroyed. Only very high lands in the Himalayas and the Alps survived the Flood. The Atlantic and Pacific Oceans merged; Africa and Australia went under seabed.  All the creatures living in land died. Only few aquatic species made it to the dawn of a new civilisation. The world became an ocean hence giving rise to entirely new inhabitants of the planet called the Logabians.

Logabians are species that evolved six hundred years after The Great Flood. They are averagely sized and closely resemble to the primates, only the difference being they live underwater. The most remarkable feature about these creatures is that they are one of the only mammals to have lived aquatic. They are adapted to live in warm water towards shallower parts of oceans. They are intellig...]]></description>  
<pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<title><![CDATA[A Lovely New Nation]]></title>    	
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<description><![CDATA[��We have just come out of a 12 year long insurgency and we�re looking forward to building a prosperous country� blah blah blah..� Mitesh mumbled shaking his head as he flipped through the pages of the newspaper.

�Doesn�t that trigger you?� Disha asked as she applied thinner to her nail.
�What?�
�A new nation?� Disha giggled.

Mitesh was almost blown away by the question. He folded the paper and slammed it on the coffee table in front of him. He clutched his arms behind his head and pulled himself back in the couch.

�You mean, does that �trigger� you? Come on girl, you can�t be talking about all that shit! Look at you. You�re a .. you�re a .. girl.� He said making a funny face.

�So it shouldn�t bug me, you say, because I am a girl? All the stuff going around me is trivial? Useless for a girl? Is that what you�re trying to say?� Disha asked as she applied a fresh coat of enamel on her toenail.

�Come on, Disha. There are people out there, the politicians, who need to be b...]]></description>  
<pubDate>Sun, 9 Dec 2007 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<title><![CDATA[Lucky Ladies]]></title>    	
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<description><![CDATA[Have you seen one of those women activists advocating for the betterment of women? I am sure you�ve seen one raising slogan, trying to prove men wrong at every point, desperately trying to make their point. Yes, I am referring to those active types who wouldn�t mind basking in the sun in front of some government office holding placards in hand, wearing sunglasses with their shawl wrapped around their head. They�re classic. I strongly feel they should be allowed to do everything they want � because we know we�ve given enough space from women in whatever we�ve done and their few sit-ins can�t flip the entire human taxonomy.

They asked for 33% reservation in almost every walk of life and we have agreed. They asked for preset seats in public commutation service and we said okay. They said they were against dowry and we said we wouldn�t ask for any. Men, the subjugated half of the human taxonomy have never turned a woman�s proposal down, yet, they think we are not doing enough. They woul...]]></description>  
<pubDate>Thu, 6 Dec 2007 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<title><![CDATA[Born on the 12th of December]]></title>    	
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<description><![CDATA[I am glad I share my birthday with one of the finest painters of the century. Edvard Munch � who gave us paintings like �The Scream� and �Maddona�. Remember that bald man from the picture, hands spread on his cheeks, screaming for nothing? Yea, sometimes I wished I could stand on a bridge like that, perhaps above Dhobikhola and scream my heart out. Soothing, I suppose!

Then there is another popular guy in India, Yuvraj Singh, one of the god-like cricketers in India worshipped for � I don�t know why Indians make a fuss about the game. That�s an entirely different topic and lets not go there. My point is come on, he�s good looking, smart and drives women crazy but let him play his sport. Why hit his image when he does badly and worship when they win a match (with some teams like Bangladesh or Kenya.)

But being born on the 12th of December can be enthralling but I remember one birthday when everything came crashing down. It was my fourteenth birthday, I vividly remember. The whole h...]]></description>  
<pubDate>Mon, 3 Dec 2007 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<title><![CDATA[Gecko]]></title>    	
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<description><![CDATA[I had a terrible dream last night. I was sleeping � in my deepest depths. I felt warm in my bed, covered underneath a thick shelter of blanket. I had been the calmest dreamer of the sleep until I felt some sort of trickle in my trousers. It was coming up, fast, advancing upwards my knee, over my thighs and towards my private parts. 

Wait. I can feel it somewhere else. Where? Over my left calf. Yes, and another one. Yes, yes, one right there on my right ankle. Another one here and another right there. The tickle just kept growing. It was not one, two but many. I could not track down how many but the creeping feeling: no, it was a horrible feeling. I opened my eyes and felt one crawling right over my lips and escape from below my left ear. I looked up on the ceiling and there they were. Hundreds, no thousands of them crawling over the walls, over the floor, on my bed, under my blanket, inside my clothes. 

Geckos! Horrible geckos all round and over me. I wanted to throw my limbs up ...]]></description>  
<pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2007 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<title><![CDATA[Freak Street]]></title>    	
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It had rained all night. Ken wasn�t sure whether it was the right alley he was headed for. However it didn�t matter even if he was lost for a while because he was in no hurry. He wandered through the muddy alley fouled with pits and puddles from the night�s rain. Ken had been walking ever since he arrived in this nomadic land. He lived with people he never knew and went to places he never heard about. He had spent his previous night at a local lodger, drank two pints of local tharra and boozed off. 

He woke up in the morning with a heavy head. After a long self-debate, he dressed up in his scruffy attire, bid the old lodger adieu and took to wander off. He had been in Kathmandu for quite sometime now yet hadn%27t got the directions right. He walked down Naya Bazar, reached somewhere behind Ason tole and was horrified to see an enormous bull running towards him. He quickly ran into a house with a very low entrance for safety. While getting in he bumped his head on the plank above ...]]></description>  
<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>  	
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<title><![CDATA[The Winter Lullaby]]></title>    	
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<description><![CDATA[Little children in the corner of the dark street were talking about it.
Little souls, quivering in bitter cold, seek definitions to hunger, misery and despair.

Just from the window above, a mother murmurs oddly as if
she is putting her child to sleep.
She doesn%27t sing lullabies to children don%27t tell false stories about the princess
because she knows it%27s a lie. A damned lie.

Bedtime stories of the rainbows are gone - stale and obsolete.
But the children need some food,and some sleep
and where there%27s nothing to nibble on, Songs are what they eat.
And the mother has to lie, another damn lie.

Winter is building up outside and mothers do nothing but sing another lie.
One of the little boys below had something in his mind, and put a smile.
He listened to the lady above with the hope of bright days to come.

A hope that%27s fuelled by imagination and worlds that never exist,
A hope that%27s nurtured in million other hearts,
a hope that%27s obstinate to the freezing cold,
a...]]></description>  
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