Corner with a Full View

So i'm in the mood to worry about the world today. A name: Julian Assange So what is it that springs into your mind when you hear this name? I was reading this particular  f eature news on the Guardian about Julian Assange  today and suddenly I thought back to the first day when I heard about WikiLeaks. That was kind a small 'crazy' moment in itself. Everybody was talking about how this puny site had blown off the top secrets of the powerful one. Of course, no one were very concerned what those top secrets were or meant, because that level of top secret really doesnt make sense to us common folks. But all of humanity was happy that somewhere there were still people fighting off the establishment, showing them the middle finger and telling them to their face that they were not invincible.

Why do we love food so much? Why are we able to love some food so much and have a "craving" for it while a billion people do not even have enough to eat and all they crave for is something to put into their mouth, even if its only mud cake. ( this picture because these thoughts came to me while looking at this brook, munching on a chocolate) Here I am, dreaming about certain foods that I absolutely love. That I miss. Because even though I might find the dish here, it will not taste the same. Because every place does a twist of its own to every food and what you crave for is location specific taste and not really a dish. Here I am, thinking of how happy I felt when the person I loved understood my absolute madness for this food and took me to eat out in that exact location where I could get the exact taste. The problem is, even in my happiest mode, I can never be 100% happy, or as they say happy all the way down. Because...

because sometimes or many times depending upon how hard you work on it, your dreams do come true. So here I am listing the places, that  I dream of going, and that I have to absolutely go before I leave Earth and enter HEAVEN. i. Makalu Barun Valley: This photographer 's photos of this valley made me loose my head, the first time I came across them. Now the more I know about this place, the more I wanna go. The story in Steve Razetti's website goes like this : MAKALU BARUN "I felt it was the most beautiful valley I had ever seen...As we sheltered under an overhanging rock one of our senior and highly respected Sherpas told us a story. Dawa Tenzing had never been in the Barun valley before, but Sherpa mythology told of its existence. The valley contained an invisible village - a Shangri-La - where the gods lived and holy men came to die. It was a place of great beauty, as we had seen, and people lived there forever. I asked Dawa Tenzing if he hoped some day to end

I see a vine; tiny white flowers laden in it, that twists around an old arch. This is the entrance to a beautiful house, a house where I do not live. A house which I pass across sometimes in my random jaywalk when I do not know where I want to go or what I am doing here.

Why can some people walk the straight line of life all along, be dutiful, punctual, complete the task on time, always follow the routine (not necessarily the ones that they set) and always follow the rule of life to the dot? And why some people (like me) always are going tangent, despite their sincere interest to walk the straight line (sometimes)? Why is it so hard to do the things that you are supposed to do? And why, once the thing becomes "its not your job", do we have such fascinations to do that very thing?

Girlhood is brief Summer is brief Life is brief....

When you have only two cents left in the world;  buy a bread with one and a lily with another" Chinese proverb It was a long time ago, many years ago, that I had come across this proverb. Then, I was a wide eyed curious teenager ready to believe anything that came my way. This utopian proverb fascinated me so much I copied it down onto my diary.

( Just wanna check out photos?Scroll down to bottom n find my album's link in photobucket) Zigzagging through Nepal-India; alternating between Nepali Rupees and Indian; sweat drenching 90 degree uphill treks; bone chilling icy wind; Chauri Goth as top class hotels; loosing your way in snow clad Rhododendron forest ; loosing sense in snow white beauty of a pristine landscape- experience this all in an offseason visit of Sandakpur in Ilam district during winter!  The colors may not be as spring-vivid or the mountains not as autumn-clear, but you will witness something else entirely. A live size cake of nature complete with gingerbread house, trees with snow icings all over. A different vista of nature, that you will never witness if you do not dare to step out from traditional "right season" tourism. Our journey started from Dharan where an early morning bus took us to Pashupatinagar. You can also fly to Bhadrapur airport, and then drive there. Since it’s a wint

So I have completely missed the purpose of having created this blog and its turning out to be more impersonal re-runs of my travels..more like a travel log..but what the...as long as I'm writing and actually publishing something. Feels like I am suffering from a writer's block...if i intentionally sit down to write something original...I just sit and do nothing. So recalling my travels are a lot easier. Just writing down where I went and how.

 When I travel I come across new places. And when I travel like a local passenger in those new places-squeezing myself in a jam packed bus, crouching besides sacks in goods truck, and so many other daring local ways of commuting, my heart gives a little jump of pleasure.

I like to think I fight for equal space. I often loathe this society because of the bias that prevails in it between the male and the female. I try in every way not to fall into dominance of any sort, and not to accept any prevalent gender notions that I find are demeaning to female.

The most beautiful word for me...sometimes A word that makes me feel the weight of my being in this world...sometimes A word I associate with phony commercials, that try to cash people's inner hope in the most lurid way...most of the times And slowly without my ever being aware, I have let it just be a cliché-an empty word-in my own mind too. Because I seldom dream these days. I still dream of making the world a better place but have almost forgotten what it's like to gaze at the horizon and just dream weightless dreams,