13 Reasons Why

13 random facts about my mum (13 Reasons Why)

1. She claims that she has migration. She means migraine.
2. She claims that she has been stabbed with scissors when she was a child.
3. She drinks soda when she has gastritis. "It soothes me", she says. (Whatevs)
4. She carelessly let me have too many chocolates when I was a child that led to multiple tooth decay. (Bad Parenting)
5. She has lil' bit of Newari Tone. (So What)
6. My friends call her "Hasne auntie or Chocolate auntie." (Remember my tooth decay.)
7. She loves Rekha and has her picture on her dressing table (not ours) and her favorite color is Burgundy. Why? Because Rekha loves it too, duhhh!
8. Terrible singer. She can't sing to save her life. Neither can I.
9. I get my thick hair from her. And most of my face.
10. Her friend stole her notebook right before her Masters exam. They are not in touch. She has some bad friends.
11. She named me Pritish. Other family members protested. She lost. Now I am Shailesh.
12. She loves "Bakula and Mula ko tarkari." (So Weird)
13. Her son loves her very much.

Timi haroo pani mero aama ko mukh hera la and Happy mothers day to all the mums in the world. You all make life bearable <3
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But a child at heart...

     

     

      But a child at heart...

    Last year this day I spoke to all who gathered for my birthday dinner themed "The Last Supper." Many of whom I would not see after that day. One of the biggest and the most precious chapter of my life was coming to an end - now clearly a past and a fond memory. And now, just a year later, I couldn't be much happier. Coming back to Kathmandu and not knowing what the next move should be was frightening. But in retrospect its been an adventure like a leisurely summer picnic. Its been one of the most important years of my life and I have all of you to thank for it (you all know who you are). And now I know that embracing the change wholeheartedly is not a bad idea. With the right attitude and the right people "the change" could be exactly what you need. Life is good. And with everything going on I must be God's favorite child. And I'll definitely use all of your wishes. Thank you.

     And to the ones back in Shanghai (and scattered elsewhere) - you guys are still the brightest star in my life.

Stay insanely happy!

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Waves hello. Waves goodbye.

     

     My home screen reads "January 1." Exactly this time last year I was pulling out the confetti's from my hair from the previous night. I looked at my friend and asked what will become of me the next year. I was about to graduate and I had doubts about 2013. We are if anything, creatures of habit - drawn to the safety and comfort of the familiar. The idea of a new life scared me a little. But turned out new was good. In fact it was great. It is really important to to look back and see how much you've grown. If you look back, you see that, in many cases, things happened exactly the way they needed to be. So this new year my wish for you all is to embrace the change whole heatedly. And who knows you might even start liking the change. 2013 was a beautiful and very important chapter of my life. Now clearly a past. Enough reasons to celebrate aaie? =))

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Ode to my city - Kathmandu.

Do your puja and then for the love of Kathmandu, step out. Take a walk or take a ride but step out. My goodness, you look beautiful my love, my Kathmandu. (In love again) <3 (My Facebook update).

     It was cold. It was beautiful. Every space filled with light. It was beautiful. Our decision to drive around the city was a good call. We, as in I and my friends, were listening to "Facing West" by The Staves in a loop. This moment was perfect. Beautiful and perfect. I fell in love with the city again (like I ever stopped loving it).

     Dipawali is my favorite festival, always been. Reminds me of everything good in life - light, music, food, family, fun and above all the palpable happiness all around me.

     As we were crossing the bridge in Kupondole, I decided to get off the car. They followed and then we stared at nothingness - silently. My goodness I missed this for six years. Six years of Dipawali lights. Six years of this magical moment. Six years of of Kathmandu at its best. At that moment, at that exact moment I could have been the happiest person alive. Dear blog buds, I wish you get the things you deserve and most importantly deserve the things you get. Stay insaney happy - now and always. =))

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Saturday!

     Get out and do something stupid that you might regret later but will be good memeory to laugh at when you are 60. Life is too short and Saturdays come only once a week. I hope you make some drunken stories tonight. Much love blog buddies. I know you love Saturdays and I hope this Saturday loves you back just as much. - 18th August '12. :))

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Delicious "United Colors of Benetton" once again. Jesus and The Last Supper.

     Benetton, please feature me in one of your print ads. ♥ I've always been in love with Benetton's provocative print ads. Some might argue Benetton is trying to attract the consumers by provocation rather than inspiration but to me Benetton campaign is art / social commentary, and not so much of an advertising. To some this might invite interest, particularly amongst social commentators and advertising aficionados, but I think that the shopping majority (and it is a mass market brand) will be confused by the aims of this campaign or potentially confronted by it. Challenge and irreverence has a place in advertising, but it needs to be relevant and motivating to the brand and sadly Benetton adverts are so irrelevant to its products. I've already posted some pics related to "Unhate-campaign" of Benetton. Here are two of my other favorites.

"The Last Supper." Can't have a religious icon without Benetton butting in.

There were a number of ads featuring HIV in one way or another, such as the famous photo of dying AIDS activist David Kirby taken in his hospital room in the in May 1990, with his father, sister and niece at his bedside. The photograph by Therese Frare, went on to win the 1991 World Press Photo Award, but whether or not this harrowing picture was an appropriate advertising image was widely debated. Some suggested it was more exploitative than supportive with AIDS activists saying that its use in advertising portrayed AIDS in a negative light, spreading fear rather than acceptance. The implied connection between the deaths of David Kirby and Jesus provoked outrage in many markets.

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am an artist's muse.

     I smile, my stomach flutters - Oh'yes I'm prone to flattery. I remember when I was in school we were given this school project to write about somebody that makes you happy. Somebody wrote about me. It was embarrassing but flattering nonetheless. But this post isn't about me. Its about an artist (and this is a genuine stroke of compliment). I don't blog as much as I used to. Primarily because I decided not to blog about bullshit. I decided to blog about people - people I know who inspires, who aspires and who are interesting. But I gave in to my studies and work. My idea got rusted and was stored in "One day I'll blog about this" domain. I let go of the idea after I stumbled upon similar blog post with similar idea material. It was by a dear blog buddy Shaku and I didn't want to be accused of plagiarism. Now, I've figured and convinced myself its not about me but about the talent in question. I wanted to write about many people, one among them being Amrit. I had stumbled upon  his blog  and was bowled over by his undeniable talent. The talent only few possess. The masterful stroke of genius. I admit I stalked  his blog  and I wasn't shy to let him know that he had earned a loyal fan (fan it is!!!).

     Talent is a gift. You might or might not possess. Some are masterful speakers, others are musically inclined. Some run, some knit. But then there are some few whose talent involves people. For example singers entertain the listeners, dancers amuse the audience. One of such unconventional talents is sketching. And my dear blog readers, Amrit is a gem of an artist. He has this tandem of amazing sketches uploaded in his Facebook that displays some random people and their montaz of emotions. He often, although by no means always, sketches faces of people. Personally speaking I've tried my hand at sketching. Its not my thing and its an easy thing. It needs patience and certain degree of concentration. Amrit, you've got things working on your favor. Keep those hands moving. The stroke of a charcoal sketch will lead you to stroke of colorful future. Take things stride by stride and wait for the wonder waiting to unfold.

     I've had my sketches made before. The difficult part in looking into your own sketches is not identifying it. You don't see part of yourself in the lifeless sketch. Last time I had my sketch done I gasped and exclaimed with a look of disapproval. It just wasn't me. But this fine morning I woke up to stumbled upon a sketch tagged to me on Facebook. And to my utter surprise I saw myself. I saw so much of me in that picture. And that's how I know the artist, Amrit, is a good one and in here for a long haul. Might I remind you all I haven't met this person. He did it all through this one picture uploaded as my Facebook profile. And that's call's for cheers and applauds. Such masterful observation. I for one, am happy to have served muse to one talented soul. Amrit, you've earned a loyal follower and I've a feeling there's many more to come. So pat your back, face the sun and tell yourself "I'm one hell of an Artist." and an artist you rightfully are. Kudos and applauds. All in all, I'am glad to have served as a muse to one of your gazillion creations.

That's me! I wanted to share more of his sketches but am not sure if I can do that without his permission. So, spare me. Follow the the link below to check his blog.
http://amwrit.blogspot.com/ 

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Something snapped and keeping it. Thankfully am liking it.

     Every true, eternal problem is an equally true, eternal fault; every answer an atonement, every realization an improvement.
    Habits are like few bolts in a huge body of machine. I've come to believe that thoughts and intentions cultivate habits. Habits are how we put up with the world and the world puts up with us according to our habits. Some are loud, some chirpy, some have nervous leg shakes, some bite nails, some are nosy, others bossy. List is endless. I'm a big mouth (don't read motor mouth). Impulse has been a driving factor to me. Impulse has made me make hasty decisions, made me do things I wouldn't do without that adrenaline rush, made me do things that makes me proud and some regrets. Yes, some regrets. Impulse has made me snap at people countless times. I've come to learn its also impulse that cultivates habit not only intentions. It comes from a very personal and very proud place when I talk of an impulse. Something happened yesterday. I said and did things I probably shouldn't have said or done. But then, again I'd do it again million times over. Yes, impulse comes handy. It frees you. Impulse made me snap and speak. I think it's linked to the realization that we're not going to live forever and that the way of saying and the language become more important than the story.
     Or is it that the factual story is the real deal. Fact deserves to surface. If snapping out is the way - so be it. Something snapped and am keeping it. Thankfully am liking it. I accept, am not in a happiest place now but things will get better. This feeling too shall pass. Down comes the rain - up comes the sun. But realization is a beautiful thing. It helps to clear the clouds and appreciate the good in life - good things and good people. And I don't have good ones - I've great ones. I can't possibly put in words how incredibly lucky I've been with people. Universe has been kind I've the greatest friends in the world. They're my extended family. Yes, realization is a beautiful thing. I realized something yesterday. While pursuing the life of fantastic and mundane I knowingly ignored the the friendship I was supposed to entertain. Yes knowingly. And after realization it hurts me more than anything to have ignored the shining spot of my life. My love, it was my loss. Things are clear now and I've realized some people are like rock in life. You might slip sometimes but you'll always stand above it. Cherish those rocks. I sure do.
     I've also realized some habits rescue you. I snap hence, I'm super. I'll keep that impulse of mine. I've realized I'd rather keep some of my bad habits. Judge me by the worldly yardstick - big FUCK YOU! Goes without saying - If you can't handle me at my worst, you sure don't deserve me at my best. Miss Monroe knew it all along, it took me a while to realize.

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A real big thank you*

Yay! Its my blog birthday (Actually... one month late) ;)

     I have big lips and I use it well - I smile widely (What were you thinking pervert!). Waking up is a hard ordeal. I forced myself off the bed and after freshening up I read one small message in my Facebook inbox. I smiled and I replied. All along my heart shouted mini YAHOO's.
     It was around this time last winter that I started blogging. I jumped in dark and didn't know what I was getting myself into. Little did I know I was entering the whole new world where I'd be befriending appreciative souls. Simply put - world can be brutal sometimes and, once in a while, you need to hear the kind words. And I did in ample amounts. When I started, I didn't really care if I'd have 2 readers or 200. Just the fact that you all have stuck along means a lot. A REAL BIG THANK YOU. Many of you responded and messaged me personally. Just so you know - its well appreciated and treasured.
     I started a blog of my own without knowing what blogging is. I created this blog to reply to this one particular post. What started with reply mission became a big part of my life. I got onto twitter because of a blog and met whole lotta people. MILLION DOLLAR THANKS.
     I hesitated but in hindsight am glad that I put myself out there. And one thing I learned is that if you put yourself out there, then the Universe responds. I even got myself a job. There's been few mean criticisms - primarily because of my choice of topic (don't touch religion!); but more encouragements. And with each appreciations you take things into your stride and march forward. Blogging is a hassle in China. You have to sneak into blogging domain through proxy but I won't stop - I commit that much (no matter how terribly slow it will get!). I love each one of you and I'd give each one of you one big grizzly hug if I could. until I post again, "Stay Insanely Happy."

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*Nepal’s Twitterati : This, that and those*

     Like Facebook wasn't enough, one day my curiosity got better of me and I signed up for Twitter. In the beginning of the beginning when I started, I couldn't decipher the phenomenal craze among Twitter users. Time passed by (as they always do) and I started getting recognition for my pseudo humor. People followed me and I followed some back. At first, I showed green flag to those who seemed friendly and who had certain type of language (meaning I could talk with them - soon I realized I wasn't there to make friends). After months it dawned on me that there exists several easily distinguishable mini clans within Twitter. Besides the poised writers, infamous and famous bloggers, mini to mega celebs - there were also the freaks, the stalkers, the haters and the pedophiles (yes, I said pedophiles). And don't judge them as yet - they all tweet just as passionately as any other Tom, Dick and Harry.


     All in the name of social networking (or entertaining). Here, I take the mighty initiative of categorizing Nepal’s Twitterati, so that you may know who you are following (or unfollowing).

• The Good for Nothing : Guilty as charged. No denial here - I fit this tag. We don't chat much. We make our presence felt and flood the timeline and then disappear for months. We get occasional bashing's and wholesome re-tweets. We are good for nothing. I deem, that is how twitter's supposed to be. In all seriousness - just the time pass.
• Nepal's very own Fox news : They are the one's who shocks me the most. They constantly scrutinize the media and don't fail to share even when Obama decides to pee. Did I mention that they do it 'constantly?' I have a theory - they are being paid to be awfully boring. They inform us about the latest gizmo's in Ktm town, latest political fiasco's. In fact they can rival Fox news - no kidding.
• Political-moral Watchdogs : They present society in a way they deem fit. They comment on what morally should and shouldn't be. What was the lame political move and what wasn't. Yes, they decide the fate of many things (sometimes unjustfully).
• The Sport Enthusiasts : Man!!! They sure do know how to flood the timeline. Now, I prefer to go to twitter instead of watching 'IT' live. Best thing about this kind is that they be-friend each other. Unlike blood brothers they get along and chat along.
• The Chat Monsters : Now they form mini-clans (I have my own). They form the tight group and render that whatever they talk about is private. They chat their heart away and rarely invite or accept the outside-of-the-group queries.
• The Promoters : My Blogger, my Word press, my Tumbler, my Website, my Flicker, my This, my That. Enough said.
• The Amused ones : They are the happy one's who re-tweet and favourite everything that attracts their fancy. Don't entertain them too much or else they will reply with their precious LOL's and LMFAO's. And please spare HAHA's and HEHE's.
• The Decent Writer : Despite having gazillions followers - these kinds will act amicable and humble. They sutely display and hint that they've master's degree form reputable university abroad. They don't change their display picture much and sure as hell comment on literature, philosophy and world politics. Of course their writing always have aristocratic grandeur - with certain panache. Their DP's usually comprise cartoon characters, cup of coffee or some mumbo jumbo figure.
• Haters and Whiners : Twitter is not your shrink no matter how cathartic you deem tweeting is. We all are fighting battles and we all know what pain is but Twitter is not going to help you cure your psychological agony. The Constant Whiner floods his / her timeline with tweets about how unfair God rendered their lives. “Ma homewurk suxxx”, one entered. I unfollowed her instantly.
• The Poised ones : They hardly follow back. They are too individualistic (in their head) and think that they are world famous (let along KTM town famous) all because of their twitter account. Wake up and smell the coffee.
• The Devotees : They devote all their time to promote one particular celeb. Either Rajesh Hamal or Rajnikant. By the power vested to me by twitter I hereby knight you "Hard Workers." But just one question what are you working so hard for. Can't you just have fun and let be.

     Am not claiming that this list is lock, stock and barrel. Just the word of advice - "In all seriousness, don't take my tweets seriously. 140 character tweet is shared all in good humor."

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*The United Colors of Benetton*

     Very aptly named - The United Colors of Benetton - does it again. The new ad campaign from Italian clothing company United Colors of Benetton called “Unhate" is nothing but controversial. At first, the images are shocking. President Obama planting a kiss on Chinese President Hu Jintao’s lips. German Chancellor Angela Merkel smooches French President Nicolas Sarkozy, her nation’s economic rival.  The images are digitally manipulated but they send a pointed message. The newly unveiled UNHATE Foundation seeks to promote a culture of tolerance and combat hatred around the world (quite obviously not  the latest political scandal).  Already a source of controversy - the images to me sends a direct message - UNHATE. The company is known for its striking, and often controversial, ads. Past ads have shown a priest kissing a nun, a white baby breast-feeding from a black woman and three human hearts with the words “white,” “black” and “yellow” printed over them.

     I've always been a big fan of Benetton ad campaigns. In the world where there are discrimination's based on color, race, sexuality (legally and in personal level), the company promotes all colors, races, sexuality pointedly and with flair.  It doesn't follow rules, as most of us would.  Gays, Black, White, Yellow, Oriental, Aryans, Caucasians, Negros, Hispanics... all have a place in their ads and hence called The United Colors of Benetton instead of The Colors of Benetton. Big shoutout to UNHATE.

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choose happiness

*crazy laughter facials; runs in the family*

     My mum hates it when I mention her eccentricity to my friends. But, then again, she's such a rich source of material, I can't help but think the universe wouldn't have paired us together without intending me to exploit her insanities for your reading pleasures. I absolutely love her. She's always been there for me and needless to say I've learned a great deal from her.
     I was brought up in pretty liberal family. There's never been the groundbreaking rules set by my parents that I was expected to follow. But, as we all know, the kind of family you grow up in contributes in shaping up your character to lesser or greater degree. Obviously, my family shaped mine too.
     I've been a very happy kid as far as I can remember and one thing my folks (family or friends) know about me is that I value happiness way too much. HAPPINESS, just like any other things (assuming I can call it a thing), doesn't come automatic. You need to choose happiness in order to stay happy. And likewise, my mumsie chooses happiness all the time. She's the happiest person I know. Not that she's not bared and dared the harshness of life. But despite it all, she chose happiness. She almost never complains about anything. She flashes her dental's every chance she gets and people respond accordingly. She laughs and makes sure that people around her gets enough laughter as well. To me, she's the epitome of what this particular quote defines "HAPPIEST OF PEOPLE DOESN'T NECESSARILY HAVE THE BEST OF THINGS, THEY JUST MAKE THE BEST USE OF EVERYTHING THEY HAVE."
     And am glad her character (sort of) rubbed onto me a bit. We are all going to hell anyway (i.e. if you believe in the idea of hell and whichever way you chose to define hell), so we might as well chose ourselves. Chose happiness. Chose things that pamper us and makes us happy. And along the way make sure you share some with others. Stay insanely happy my blog-buds. FYI children call my mum *haasne auntie*

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*Dairy of a (wimpy) spunky kid*

     A kid goes to the posh and ghetto Bamboo Bar at the Lake side, Pokhara and bugs the hell out of tourists and the owner alike by begging. Later, the same kid steals the kayak from one tourist and drifts along the Phewa Lake waves for hours.

I asked him if he wanted to take a picture with me. He jumped with excitement and started posing sheepishly .

     After hours of hiking I was tired to the point of collapsing. But, I chose to relax at the banks of Phewa Lake instead of Mt. Villa, where I had booked a room. The Mongolian looking guy with typical Pokhreli dialect came running towards me with the large "ca de bou" bull dog. Startled, I looked behind and I saw one small scared kid. The guy with the dog asked the boy, “#$%^, Oe kata ko ghar tero? Bau aama kata ho?” the boy coyly looked at me and stayed silent. The guy continued, “Sale, bol chitto natra yo kukur le tokai dinchu. Ja juicy (dog) ja!!!”

     At this point they were literally running in circles (around me). My curiosity became better of me and I finally spoke. I asked the guy with the dog, “Dai, yo kukur le tokcha? Ani naam chai k ho? (I knew the name already)” to which he replied, “Aaah, tokdaina. Daarlagdo dekcha tara gyani cha.”He forgot about the kid and started talking with me but later as the kid laughed, he became furious and told me that the kid had stolen a kayak and bugs ‘em all the time at their working place. I told him to spare the kid just for today and promised to visit his bar lil’ later. As soon as he left, the kid came alive. He told me straight away “Dai maile choreko hoeena. Tyo kuirini le chalauna deko.” I asked him about the begging at Bamboo Bar. He answered, “Dai, khana lai magnai paryo ni. Natra kasri bachne.”

     We spoke for a while. Barely ten, this kid spoke with the eloquence of twenty years old. As we were talking I pushed my bag behind me unconsciously and the boy said, “Dai ma kei chordina. Nalukaunu.” I smiled and continued. The kids name was Madan Nepali. He told me he was ten, though he looked much younger. His mum died when he was a toddler and later his dad got married with another woman. The bitch (his words not mine) bit the shit out of him. Even his dad bit him. He showed me the scars on his body and the head. Healed but unbearably brutal. It was his turn now. He asked me about my home, my family, weather or not I could speak English. All along he told me his story. He told me living with dad was like hell. After the landslide destroyed the home, he chose to run away and then came to Pokhara. Few street kids taught him how to beg and since then he’s been doing just that. “Dai, tyo kuire winked at me. English ma boldai theeo. Tapai le bujhyo?” “Dai, tapaiko ghar Kathmandu ho?” “Dai tapai English bujhnu huncha?”… he kept throwing questions at me.

     He continued, “(translated in English) I’ve been to Kathmandu once. Not to the downtown. I took the bus with some groups of people from Butwal. They took me to Kathmandu to work. Later I ran from that place and took the night bus to Pokhara. It was dark so I ran to the bus and hold on to the backside of the bus until I climbed up. It was fun. And about the kayak. I didn’t steal it. I was bored and hence asked the tourist to lent it to me. She did and I kayaked for an hour.” I inquired, “How do you beg?” to which he replied, “I tell ‘em to give me one few dollars. My friends taught me to say this. So I simply brush up my charm and get on to begging. The tee-shirt that you see was given to me by one guy in Kathmandu. He came here in Pokhara and he hired me as his tourist guide. Fella paid me 50 bucks.” He giggled all along.

     I realized it was dark already. “Bhai, I need to go now hai.” He said goodbye but not before asking 50 bucks from me. I gave him two twenty rupee notes. I wouldn’t do that normally. When you give money to beggars it’s like you are encouraging them. But there was something about this kid. I can’t put in words what I was feeling…

     Later that night as I was taking a walk, Pokhara lived up to its expectations… it rained like anything. It was already past midnight. Then I saw a kid  squeezing his orange tee-shirt to rid off water. The place was rather dingy and cold (some ignored corner of posh Lake side area). “Dai”, he called out. I waved at him. It was Madan. I was happy I gave him money. I smiled and continued… all along I thought about million other Madan's and how they deserve the education they are forced to do without... I thought about how encyclopedically a kid like Madan has come to know about ways the world works (bare in mind he is 10)... he has certain charm about him. His fluid sense of time made pinning down the exact sequence of many events almost impossible. I hope he knew his story is being read.

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let's make it less weird...

     Lemme first complete the sentence. "Let's make it less weird, when we meet." Meet not in Twitter nor in Facebook but am talking about the actual meeting. You know, flesh to flesh - blood to blood. Its like we know each other. I mean we've been discussing our daily chores with each-other and to lesser or greater degree, I know each one of you but here's the catch... (wait for it) ...we're still strangers in theory!!! You know I was of those kinds, kinds who didn't advocate internet dating, internet friendship. I didn't chat much and still don't (spare me and ignore the tweet-chats)... What I really mean is that I neither SKYPE nor MSN much; infact am barely online. But come Jan 2011, I decided to blog and tweet. Hence, the change in daily pattern. Soon I realized, I have OCT (read Obsessive Cumpulsive Tweeting). I was sharing pervy jokes and chatting randomly. But do I look like am worried? Nah! Am totally loving it and the best part I don't know why! And here I am contradicting my past theory that friends can't be made online. I mean, are there any rules to friendship properly? Is there a friendship bible? The answer is obvious... and that is "I MAKE NO SENSE." LOL. But the pressing matter is AM HAPPY. And universe knows there is nothing I value more than happiness. When you've right state of mind things look beautiful, life becomes easy and goodness walks right into your life. I also believe real source of happiness are people. Surround yourself with best of people and feel the change in you.

     Well o'course I exaggerated. Real source of happiness is when you stumble upon "sac full of dollar$." LOL. Cut the crap. My tweet and blog buds. Right this moment, as I type, am happy. And I duly credit this awesome feeling to each of you. I assume you guys are smart enough to know who I mean. But just in case you're stupid I'll tag names at the bottom of this post. So next time I see a friend who is going gaga about new found internet girl-friend, guess what I'd say, "Did you plan the baby's name yet." Told ya am pervy (and my name reads shy-less). Stay insanely happy.

~~bandit'queen(shaku) / chotu(sambi) / rabin(wat's ur pet name?) / neemboo(tekang) / sexy-lexy(J.B. is mine) / my brag-partner(trisha) / chloe(keep pampering me) / alice(esther frenette) / girl on the move(wat's the real name?) / korean-khana(aarati) / arun / circus much(jeuel) / subegrg(teehee*we discovered TnF)~~

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friends are born not made...

     Birthday and New-year celebrations are very important to me. There is something about these celebrations which shouts beginning. And it's important to reflect on your past, let go and hold onto this feeling of beginning... when everything seems possible. I've always said this and I'll say it again... I've been lucky with people. During the span of my life I've met right people... people beyond friends... I call them extended family.

   Sarina, Jyoti and Hemanta :: When I think of you three... the word "thank you" seems too small. Stay insanely happy guys.

   Manish and Hamza :: Do I even need to say anything? You two are among those who I call family. I feel blessed and always will... for you guys are in my life.

   Sire and Melda :: Sire, I wish you never leave Shanghai... stories must end, for new one to begin. Enjoy your last month here. And we must party hard before you leave ;) Melda... 我爱你!!

   Shadia :: Words are cheap... you can play and twist the words. But you've proven to be such a great friend. Am glad you came...

   Shaku  :: For such a lovely dedication of poem (click here to read)

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"Drink wine. This is life eternal.

 This is all that youth will give you.

 It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends.

 Be happy for this moment.

 This moment is your life."

     secrets... We all have them. Somethings we never let out even when opportunity presents itself and we are pressed to open our mouth and tell. Opportunities such as when we are drunk... when we are really happy... or when we are in middle of argument. Even though we never tell, secrets doesn't necessarily have to be bad. Sometimes we secretly admire someone. Secretly crush on somebody. And given a chance, we should let them know. We all know word of appreciation does wonders to the one who receives it. Its amazing how much words can accomplish. But there are somethings beyond words... there are deeds. And sometimes what people do is so loud that you can't hear what they are saying. Hence, we say ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS. And some people really did go above and beyond to let me know that I am someone who matter to them in and around my born-day celebration. And if I write this post in journal style it'll get gigantically long and brutally boring so I'll just sum it up and let it just be sweet summary. Actually, am too tired to write and every ounce of my body hurts but I'd love to write now; (as I mentioned in my previous posts) when memory is still fresh and when there's itsy-bitsy of adrenaline left in my blood stream from all those drinks and tiredness.


5th June :: Well my folks decided to surprise me and hence planned the glamorous jamming in the most unglamorous way - they decided to throw a party on 5th June (two days before my actual b'day!!). As told I dressed-up to watch Kung-Fu Panda and later was tricked into a longish dinner. Tummy full, I was all excited to get out of the restaurant and watch the panda kicking butts. But then the one (Jyoti Sapkota) who was tricking me, again tricked me to buy some goodies, again tricked me to talk a long walk (and might I remind you she was on high heels), again tricked me into taking a cab. With so much of tricking I deduce, either I am a stupidest person ever or she is Oscar worthy actress). Finally, in the area of the city where party is the name of the game I finally figured it was all about celebration. I heard the word SURPRISE and there I saw people who are part of my life in biggest, grandest way. People I'll fight for and fight with, laugh at and laugh with and was in touch and will be in touch with. Details will bore you all but lets just say I was happy (INSANELY HAPPY at that). Cakes, claps and hugs. Songs, dance and kisses. Games, drinks and fun. We decided to move somewhere... and during the time world took a pause to watch final match of French open, we were getting drunk and having fun. Club trotting whole night until were low on energy meter. The best part was when it was raining on our way back and we chose to stay on a shelter instead of taking a cab. Sang some cheesy old songs and lost our voice over it. Much love to every one who were there and special thanks to Sarina Pradhan and Hemanta Dhungana. 


6th June :: Hungover, body-aches and scars. Rough day ahead. But smile on my face. Attitude makes a tons of difference. I was tired but I was happy. And as I was happy tiredness didn't matter. After the daily chores and 3 episodes of SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE. I went out with friends... nibbled some foods and picked a restaurant for the following day (thanks Ozy Malik for helping me with that). Zero hour and there came all the wishes directed my way. To all the people who wrote to me, called me, and came at my place. Thank you so much. I love each one of you (that's a lie... I hate some LOL). Same things again. Cakes, laps and hugs. Songs, dance and kisses. Games, drinks and fun. Even Rani Mukherjee sang to me : no specifications about how she did *wink*. Went out again but we called it a night soon after. Big day tomorrow.


7th June :: WHOEVER'S BORN ON THE MONTH OF JUNE ARE HOT BY BIRTH. And am simply born this way (doesn't it remind you of Lady Gaga song?). My mouth was bitter... thank to all the alcohols I had been consuming for the past 2 days. Head and body was hurting like hell... that's called hungover, I suppose. Apparently, 23 yrs old body doesn't recover as fast as 22 years old body. Lets just cut the crap. 7 o'clock evening : I started meeting my people. We chose the place called Lotus Land and we had entire room to ourselves. Room full of people who makes my life full and rich. Thanks  a ton to all of you who came and wished. And there are things that should not be written. I'll leave all the blog'buds until 7 o'clock of June 7th...


8th June :: I already feel wiser and happier than yesterday. Ciao ;)

I will post pictures in my next entry. Too tired now. *YAWN*

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what meets the eye!!

     Before you proceed further and call me a shallow being, lemme announce loud and clear that I readily accept that I'm shallow as shallow can be and I intend to keep it that way. If you want to adjust your perspective in sync with mine, I'd say that the true mystery of the world is the visible not the invisible. The invisible part leaves too much space for our brain to chance upon lots of fabricated and imaginary stories. I care more about posh and dandy than the insightful and knowledgeable.


    When people add me in Facebook, particularly strangers, I peek in.. scrutinize.. and if I see posh and dandy face, I show the green signal. Don't judge me yet!! I know all of us are shallow in one ways or the other. I've been blessed with amazing people along the journey of life. The righteous thing that god (that is if god exists) bestowed me with is the series of events that led me to people that I've met in person or otherwise. I don't consider myself as a person who lives, breaths and be-friends internet. But then life has its way of letting us know that we are a creature and hence, bound by instincts. We as fragile and mortal humans, are bounds by our own set of instincts. We crave for intimacy. Our deepest source of inspiration in anchored upon the fact that we are bound with another fragile and mortal beings who tend to give us a feeling of being wanted. This very urge or shall I say need, made us social of all beings. And hence, we put ourselves out there in the map.. to talk, to shake hands, to laugh and above all to feel intimate with mortals just like us. Facebook, Twitter are just mundane portals which are nothing but a solid example of the fact that humans can go to any length to connect with other person who crave intimacy just as much as they do. Cutting to the chase and getting back to the topic, I chose to be an active Facebook/Twitter/Blog user not so long ago and quite interestingly found couple of people who connected with me and amazingly so. I laughed and clapped with them. I knew their likes and dislikes, where they worked and where they vacationed, who they loved and who they hated, we shared thoughts about the shallowest things possible and yet that brought me purest happiness. Yes with time I was turning into a Facebook/Twitter/Blog whore. But why would I care... am a shallow person, right? If shallowness (by worldly standards) means to be-friend people via. unusual portals, then yes I'm shallow. If shallowness is taking a time in a day to connect with people who are far and beyond and still care enough to come back to my shallow world to give me gush of happiness then yes I choose to stay shallow. I reconnected with my school friends (particularly two, who I call my Facebook queens - Mimi and Sabi). My queens we should have hung around together while three of us were in same country but then again we rule our Facebook'dom as of now. Its unusual to reflect upon the fact that we barely even spoke while at school (or may be we did of which I have no memory). I met my well wishers on my blog and as I always say when I started blogging I honestly don’t think I gave a shit whether I had 2 readers or 200 or 2000; the fact that some of you (particularly Shaku, Ronjana, Alice) have stuck around makes me very humble. I've found pleasures in the way Shaku and Sambid have let me grow in the platrorm I love the most - WRITING (and the funny thing I didn't know that I loved writing until i started lil' over three months ago)!!


     Shallow, to me is a beautiful thing without which everything becomes insightful, dingy and boring. Come to think of it, how stupid of us not to admit that shallowness is human instinct itself. We preach of things beyond our control like religion and space and yet shut our eyes to the misery right in front of us. You might say the world is turning materialistic and everything sells at surface value - superficial so to say but then again we are the ones who promoted materialism. Beauty products and bling-bling business accounts trillions of dollars in global market. Isn't it a proof enough that what meets an eye is much more important than what lies in heart. You may choose to react in the way that deem fit but lets not deny that shallowness is human virtue in lesser or greater degree. So why deny and shun away?


     "It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something", these are the beautiful words form the movie CRASH. Think about it. We lack intimacy and human connection because we are shallow or vice versa...

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Year 2068... gasp!!

     Cheers!! New Year Greetings ya'll...


     Close down the last of the year by removing all energy that doesn’t serve your highest and greatest good. Let go of anger, hurt, pain, heartache... they didn't serve you then, they don’t serve you now, don’t let them hinder tomorrow... I think its great that we get to experience new year euphoria twice in a year; January and' Baishak. The year is 2068... now gasp;) HNY to ya'll.


     Come to think of it, its like we are living in two different strands of time. We entered year 2011 in January and now we will enter year 2068 come Baishak; how awesome is that. May be, us Nepalese and others celebrating this particular new year, will be able to answer the ongoing delirium behind time and space conundrum. I absolutely love new year euphoria, I can adjust as  many new year celebrations as I can in my yearly calender. Am in Shanghai and when they celebrated Chinese New Year, I went completely berserk looking at those fire crackers. There is some charm at the time which promises new beginning. Life in general goes in a flow but new year, at least for me, is a welcome speed breaker. I never have had new year resolutions in particular. If you ever come to the point of astounding revelations or realization, I think, you don't need new year's, birthday's, Sunday's, beginning of next month... to make some resolutions. Every moment promises a change if we choose to change. But every now and then I secretly wait for the new year to knock and reassure that there is always a  new beginning.


     So here's the toast for each one of you reading. I wish you get to laugh the insane laughs, get to smile like a crazy psychedelic person, get to make countless memories, get to do everything you've been wanting to do and so much more. Stay insanely happy guys;)

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fantastic n' mundane...

I started this blog to platform the random things that comes in my mind, in case I let those thoughts pass I'd lose 'em forever. So I started writing and am loving it. then I thought to myself we say/do/write things about things so mundane but never say/do/write things to people who really matter, who in many ways contributed as to who you are now. Hence, I started to write 'bout those people (one at the time and when they needed good boost to their ego!!) under the tag :: salutation.

maile tero picture ma tero dream figure banaideko- patali;)

     A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain? - these are the beautiful words from  Khalil Gibran. And I'd say true that. I and moti (am taking the liberty and calling you moti), became better friends when we were literally poles apart. We would mutate over times, changing and maturing, and eventually meeting all this people who would groom us and contribute to our life experiences. We lost touch and when we talked with after year or so, it felt like we had lot in common after all. She had grown as a person - wiser, stronger, better. I had changed along the way. And this time we kept touch. I can proudly say we are better friends now.

     The following year I went through some distractions and fell into those heartly matters. I have to admit that was harder than I thought and even though I have been mentally stronger one but as we say "heart has its reasons that heart doesn't know" I was living in oblivion. I learned that denying is not being strong its simply denying. I also learned that nothing is automatic in life - happiness, relationship, money - you have to work your ass off (or sometimes easily but work you must) to get 'em. She was going through the similar situations. Long story short am proud of myself that I came through it beautifully and as I look back I smile because it all happened, I don't regret that it happened and hell I wouldn't change a thing because whatever happened before the climax was so beautiful.

     I have to agree her situation was much worse but a scar is a scar and sooner or later all scar heals. It hurts when you cut one finger or two, so though different our experiences share some common grounds. And after all these time I realized she is still stuck. If only she could see through my eyes. She'd then see herself as this awesome person - bold, strong, sensible. If only she could see all the changes (good bits) she had brought onto herself since high school till today. Its amazing how much improvements I see in her.

     Though there are things I can't say in public forum like this, I however, have to agree discreetly that moti you deserve the good things in life. Letting go is just as important as breathing sometimes. It appeared as if you've sunk into the bowels of the earth during the period occupied by these fantastic and mundane feelings, and its about time to get in touch with what's innit for you. I've already told you the things that I had to and I just hope you suck it all in and put your best foot forward. Unlike what you think people do care, we are our experiences and we all have had our share of trial and turbulence's. People might not come up to you and offer all the help they can but they do care. May be sometimes we are the one holding back too tight and not asking for the help we need. We have to speak up if we want to be heard, stand up if we want to be seen and ask for help when we need it.

     Enough said. Let me remind you one last time that nothing comes automatic. Take one day at a time and pause to let good bits in and shove off the bad bits. Life is just too awesome not be lived the way you envision, and the time will come when we will look back, smile and would say I handled it the best possible way. So here's hoping that you get the things you deserve and most importantly you deserve the the things that you get. Much love. Stay insanely happy.

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