Corner with a Full View

Its time to prepare the fields for wheat plantation and the job has fallen onto this boys shoulder

(just a fun post) Umm...dont do any of these when your partner pulls the ground right beneath your feet by spilling at the eleventh hour that he is switching career (not just job mind you) : i. dont slap him and dont shake him violently around the shoulder in the hope that some sense will seep into him or that his disorganized brain will somehow fall into place. Dont even think about doing these two things; believe me it shows in the face, it does. ii. dont try to talk about food when he asks what you think about his decision; he'll gather that you are worried about this move.

I have often found myself staring out into the open, up towards the sky, or simply into the void whenever I feel dejected, too baffled with life, too stifled with civilization or too overwhelmed by the gravity of my presence here in Earth. And yet, I hate to see other people doing the same in similar situations.

But nothing is more twisted than a human heart.

Sitting at a table in the rooftop of a nameless restaurant, looking down at those curio shops, people and vehicle, not trying to look at those mo:mo:s that were making me nauseous and trying to act indifferent about the way my table partner was constantly on his mobile phone, I contemplated about life in general. Because there was nothing else to do. I couldn't possibly eat that mo:mo: (it is my favorite dish but that particular day my appetite had been robbed off completely because of some butterflies flapping in my abdomen. Was it love?). My glass of juice had long been drained, I could not yank that phone off his ear and throw it off that building, but more importantly I did not know where I stood in all this.

At the risk of sounding like Binder of The Ascent of Rum Doodle (if u haven't read this hilarious book yet, do it now!!!!!  I'm prepping up for writing its review anyway), I sum up our hiking as a great success because of all those spirited people with lots of positive energy. OK so what was that muddled up start to this post about? Oh oh.... :) Trying extra hard to open up my post with witty lines was not so successful, was it? Last Saturday (i.e. on 11th June 2011) I went to a one day hiking with some of the boys and girls from my village who are, like me staying in Kathmandu.  Our choice of route was from Budhanilkantha to Sundarijal. If you really want to know more about hiking, do check out this site that the D2hawkeye group has put up. Meanwhile I will just be sharing photos and my own personal quirks and observations here. Because the thought of describing the whole route etc. got me yawning already.

Aren't these girls just gorgeous? Dressed to kill...ahem!  Here are some more girls decked up in the ethnic Kirant Rai attire.

Namaste, won't you travel with me for 10 mins? :-) :-) :D So, this is Nepal Tourism Year 2011, and there was such a lot of publicity from everyone at the beginning of this year. But now, it seems like everyone has gone to sleep or hibernate till this year ends. But not me. Yes, I will act in my own way, in my small ways to make this year a success. I will visit Nepal far and wide, navigating its wildest rivers and densest forests, scaling its highest mountains and trekking in virgin territories...umm...okay enough of the dramatics already!

Nepal Tourism Year 2011 View On Black Originally uploaded by heema_rai The only difference that climate change would make in my city lifestyle is my luxury pattern. When I had gone to my village, for a day or two, I felt pathetic not having luxuries to ward off the heat or deal with the incessant rains. Then I saw or rather experienced how superficial I was being. Because I saw firsthand the plight of my villagers, who were in far seriously pathetic condition than mine. Those people who toil from dawn till dusk in their fields, who have no idea what global warming is, those people who have learned to sweat in their fields from childhood and who die sweating over their land. Those people were being hit hardest by this change, by climate change.

Whenever I feel the need to loosen up I select one of my photos and then go about meddling it in photoshop.