Corner with a Full View

To not be skipped by any male, while hands are being shaken. My original, full article whose edited version appears in the Kathmandu Post of September 21, 2014 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Let me begin this rant by recalling a small incidence that took place around this time last year. A meme was posted by Facebook page of Mahabir Pun, whose caption read "girls have tension about Teej and dar, boys have tension about the ticket price of Nepal vs Afghanistan game". It was the time of Teej and also Nepal Cricket Team was playing in home ground against Afghanistan. If it was pages like 9GAG or others posting such stuff, I would not have cared. But coming from a page of such an esteemed personality who I diligently follow, I cannot even begin to say how offensive and inappropriate I found this post to be. I, along with a few other "outrageous girls" promptly commented on it and th...

There are some good and some bad in being left out of the development intersection. You know how it is, the places that never fall into any intersection. The places that escape attention, and lie there all by themselves trapped in time, unheard of for better or worse. There are such places, such pockets in Khotang and Solukhumbu of Eastern Nepal. Those areas which are far from headquarters of both districts or are very much inland from the ever expanding road networks. Those which are neither the High Mountains nor have prominence to any trade route from far and wide. "Hinterland", in sociological jargon. In March I trekked and spent a few nights in this very area during extreme weather. Snow, fog and slippery path through steep slopes made my traverse really dangerous. But I am not complaining. What I went through for a few days, the locales here live that life every day, every month, all their life. There are small villages interspersed like tiny dots throughout th...

To be scared thinking about scary situations, In the middle of night, after you wake up, feeling all scared and tight and immobile, When at night, you dream the most real dream. Crossing through a dark fearful bridge alone at midnight, which you have always feared crossing at midnight, although neither that bridge nor your dream are real.

I'm going to be a tech Guru today, and try to outline simple steps on how to edit your movies in Windows Movie Maker to get that vintage effect.  Its not even a tutorial, just a trick, for those who do not know already.  Of course working in Adobe Premiere would reduce all this work, but then windows movie maker is free while Premiere costs $$$ so many of us cannot simply afford.  Check my embedded youtube video here, if you want to feel what kind of "vintage" I'm talking about. This is a short cropped clip of another video-just to show you a demo within 24 seconds. You can check out the full video here -it is a Nepali classic song which my cousin did a cover of.

A Dolpopa has his bullet wound covered with layers of khata (sacred silk clothes) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Possession of prized aphrodisiac; conquering the Top of the world; Glory of hosting World Cup Football- all stained and littered with blood and sweat of my fellow country people. Plight of a poor country's marginalized citizens. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- June 3 to June 11 7 days That's more or less how many days it would take one to reach Dho Tarap of Dolpa, from capital Kathmandu. More or less I say because I have never been there. It took me two days to reach Phoksundo from Dunai the district headquarter, and people said that it would take another day or two by foot to reach Dho. June 3 when police personnel mercilessly beat locals of Dho Tarap - a small settlement in high pastures of Dolpa district. Very much a place shrouded in mystery and enchantment-mainly...

Everything!?! Like the scenario before half time of a typical Indian or Nepali movie where the hero is the ultimate crime fighter but who has not quite found his ground yet-and so the city where he resides is still infested with heinous crimes, and what not-I find myself squarely planted in that "before half time" scenario. All the crime dramas that I see unfolding in such movies-corrupt cops, even more corrupt justice system, atrocities right in front of people's eyes, power, paisa and the "bad" having a field day-everything is happening right before me. My life is not a movie, where I reside is not a movie set. Yet everything so eerily resembles the plot of such badly told, heavily exaggerated, and repugnant male dominant movie. In such movies, the heroine or the victims generally feel helpless until the hero comes along, fights all the bad guys, the corruption the system everything until everything is sorted. He makes everybody's life perfect. ...

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/