Corner with a Full View

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 ...

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. 

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.