Corner with a Full View

You can run, you can hide but you cannot escape. That's Kathmandu to me. I do not want this city to be my muse, yet I find myself indulging in its various facets again and again. One of the recurring positive dawdling has been on the row of cherry (or are they plum peaches?) planted in the Airport Sinamangal stretch which during the peak bloom season steals too much of my attention. This year, I went on the extra length and photoshopped most of the photos I took to see how it would have been if Kathmandu was dust free and the colors would be as radiant as nature wanted it to be without the dust filter. And here are a few results. Although I must say that when one is under or around the cherry trees, no amount of photoshop can convey the real vibrance and the beauty. No matter the layer of dust. A slight water color effect to mask Kathmandu's dullness "Original" Photoshop. I wanted to see what it would look like if we had cherry trees on both sides. The...

And no, its not ncell I'm talking about. Enjoy the photos of this purple enchantress, which has veiled Kathmandu's ugliness for a while. Although its true identity as to whether this is Jacaranda or Sirish or Mimosa is being contested in "experts" circle, its aura and charm is nevertheless incontestable. Like Shakespeare said, "what's in a name"? Ha its impossible to see these "high"nesses really this upclose. This was a major crop on top of major zoom And a video too :) In instagram: http://instagram.com/p/oDHfppuATT/

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?

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.