Corner with a Full View

For my geography lessons in school, along with my classmates, I memorized headquarters of all 75 districts. I knew pretty well what it meant to be a "capital" as I was studying in the "capital" city where my parents brought me while still young so that  I could have a "better education". Capital meant having roads, vehicles, electricity, kerosene or gas stoves, lots of people in all sorts of clothes, shapes and sizes, having countless schools, and hospitals, having colleges, electricity and so many shops that it was impossible to count them. The difference between my village and capital was that, it had none of these things - no hospital, no electricity, no vehicle, no roads, firewood instead of stoves, only one high school and no colleges, only one shop, neither such throngs of people but people who I knew who wore pretty much similar clothes with layers of chimney smokes and mud.

"It is incredibly lonely even among people" My 88 year old Grandpa was bent over his 4 months old great grandson-son of my cousin who passed away 2 weeks ago. Grandpa asks the new one, with tears in his eyes, "your grandpa's father- I- am still alive, but where is your father, little one"? Tears didnt come then. They didnt come even when I watched my cousin's 8 year old daughter wait half the night for the "Shaman" to bring her father back as someone had told her that the Shaman had the power to bring him back. She asked an uncle, "when will the Shaman bring my father back?"

To trivialize things, to trivialize your life. To deliberately grind your own life to a series of trivial meaningless things, just to escape from reality, just to shut out the world. Just to stop the noise getting to you. Just to make things dissolve, dissipate, fade, disappear until you do not have to think about them anymore. To make yourself into nothing in your own eyes, from a something, once upon a time.

Hundreds of cherry trees in full bloom lined the whole arch of tidal basin. As I walked along the water, with the cherry trees on my side , I was truly enchanted by the exuberance of the blossoms. Photo 1: Walking along the Tidal Basin The golden evening sunlight illuminated this whole setting: the water, the grass, the incredibly beautiful cherry blossoms, the people, and the distant buildings. I could see the Jefferson Memorial across from me rising above the waters, while the Washington Monument dominated the faint skyline of downtown DC on my far left. Photo 2: Jefferson Memorial framed by the Blossoms A light wind continually blew the soft petals bathing us in petal showers, which made me feel like I was in a royal procession of some kind. Heaven, I thought, must be like this.

I bought a "dream catcher" ear ring around the Yellowstone area and the phrase "stuffs dreams are made of" wont get out of my head. On a particularly long stretch of road which had rolling hills to one side, lightly snow dusted mountains afar, and green fields on the other, we drove through sunset. On that day, we met the sunset 5 times. And we all talked about "the little prince" and how sad he was the day he saw 42 sunsets.

so why is it called White Butterfly Movement? makes no sense. To me. so why was it called Occupy Baluwater Movement and then "satyagraha"? makes no sense. To me. Why do they want to protest cutting down of trees when its being done for road expansion? Do they want the trees to be in the middle of road standing like a pole? Or do they not want the road to be expanded?

Because nothing helps you forget the pain you are in, like flowers.  I created these simple flower cards to make my day and hopefully it will make your day as well. Although too much fluorescent effect on these might smart your eyes for a while. Beginner photoshopper. Feel free to use them as you like. I wont be copy righting them or anything. If you want the large size (ever) for print or put up in as your desktop wallpaper, simply leave a comment or msg me, and i will provide them for free. I'm too tired of protecting photos.

I think human beings human beings are a victim of their own intelligence and brain power, the one thing that they keep priding about in themselves. Me included, they never fail to mention this that they are more highly developed species of all with the capacity to empathize, and other superior power. This very power that lets us be so superior grips us forever and never lets us be free.  Its too complicated. We, human beings, carry the burden of being superior. We carry all the love, all the hatred, all the regret, all the longings and hopes, all the aspirations and rage, that we can never simply forget or undo. Too much complicated brain that will never stop working until your whole machine stops. "With great power, comes great responsibility". With great responsibility, comes great burden. A woman, once she becomes a mother, can never forget her child. The love of a human is so strong, the brain is so superbly charged to love and feel that love, that a mother will neve

So many ideas come along, get around my brain, keep me awake all night sometimes, agonize me all through the day until finally they give up and limp away into oblivion. Never to be remembered again. If by some chance, it was thought of, that would be when the talk would be of the dead, the long gone. So many people are jealous of me. I am jealous of many more. Yet jealousy from either side makes no sense. Everyone who has known life enough knows that it doesn't make sense to be jealous of anyone. Everyone's life has a few shining moments. Everyone's life is messed up. Basically everyone's life is just that. Life.

(Also published with huge edits in the Kathmandu post as a photo story, follow this  link .) Before your eyes is a breathtaking view, probably one that falls among the most spectacular of nature's creation that you are ever likely to witness. In front of you is an enchanting lake whose colors you have not quite been able to put a name on. Blue, purple, turquoise, brown, black...! Lake Phoksundo keeps changing its shade and there's a different color wherever you put your eyes on. The lake is surrounded by massive picturesque cliffs that juts towards the sky as far as the eyes can see. On top of everyone of them is sheer white snow that seems like a finely adjusted cap with little rivulets running down their crevices. And beyond these cliffs are real snowy mountains. The Kanjiroba range stretches leisurely all along the Northern side of this already compelling view. Now, unglue your eyes for a while and turn your back. What do you see? A dream like little hamlet with thatch

Outside the weather is so dreary, ruthless and soulless that I struggle while spending my whole day indoors not to succumb to listlessness.  This is what I usually see from my window as soon as I wake up. Snow, a bit greyish lansdcape, no sun, no hope.