One more Tihar

The rice is soaked and dried... flour made and soon we will make rotis for Tihar...
one more that will never end...
coz it will come again another year.
it is here to stay...with the lights and the fun
the crackers and the diyas...
here is one more tihar ...
let's celebrate one more tihar with the sun.

GFC

Will the Global Financial Crisis affect Nepal?
When few CEOs shared their views on this, some were of the view that Nepal is safe from the GFC, it would not trickle down to this level, others were of the view that the effect will be to the extent of spillover from India - through our trade with the country. Still others, whom i found more realistic said that Nepal is not and cannot be decoupled from the rest of the world. How can it be decoupled? How cannot something that shook the rest of the developed world, affect us? Are we an independenlty standing...self-sufficient country? No, we are not. We live on trade, breathe on grants, loans and aids. We are at evey nook and corner, at every turn of development, closely linked with US, UK, Japan, Europe and ofcourse the emerging markets - India, China, Middle East and the like.

Ofcourse, the NEPSE stock exchange is not governed by the normal ways of stock markets. It is said just a few hot shots can make or break a stock. I believe these rumors.

So, the next question is to what extent will the GFC trickle effect be in a country like Nepal?
and are we ready to whatever happens in its name?

go green

i sometimes have vertigo thinking about the eco system, sustainability issues and the environment - you know the trees and the plant and the whole set of eco system animals and the jungles that are part of it and the plastic bags and the sights of them strangling penguins and seagulls and choking snakes.
no, i didn't think too much about it to get vertigo. my brain is too tiny, any attempt at starting it gives me dizziness.
use the right electric lamps. use less energy emitting equipments, walk the ride - get a bicycle, get your cars decarbonized, plant vegetation around your home and workplace.
reject plastic bags as much as you can - reuse them at least if you can't completely refuse them.
it's all about reusing, refusing, renewing and recycling.

the hook

working is an addiction. not working as in working. but working as in holding a job. look at a 60 year old who is to retire and he is still looking for job to hold him, irrespective of whether he needs the money that comes with it or not. no, he just needs a job to hold him straight, to keep him tight and to give him a purpose - a purpose to fill his day, a purpose to eat and to drink and to give him a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction - to give him a purpose to live. there are just a few like my dad i guess, who are rather happy to get the much awaited free time. so for five years, he had had a free time now, and i don't know a happier person to be free than him. he was literally awaiting his retirement, to get some time to wile away and that he did very leisurely. he loves to read - a page from here, a paragraph from there and such. he loves to write a page today and page tomorrow. he loves to sketch - a stroke here a stroke there. he loves to eat - whenever he wants. i am enjoying life you see he says with a philosophy book in hand, a nice cup of tea by his side, legs stretched - why the rush after all - what is there to be gained? he is an avid reader of philosophy - radhakrishnan being his favorite - more to eastern thought than western religion. he is the least interested person i have seen for making money - that sets all the tooth in the wheel right i guess. time for me to get a good sleep after a day's running. goodnight fellas.

home again

home is where your heart is.
i got stuck in age of reason by sartre.
its a sad story. but a reasonable book i guess.
i am yet to reach the end, what does matheiu do?

after listening to a person like sushmita who has scaled the everest with 9 others is an inspiration. hats off to the courageous lady!
if you don't know who sushmita is, she is the courageous and daring lady who organized a mission to take 9 other ladies to the top of everest. ladies from various backgrounds, who had never thought they'd ever scale any mountain.

let us not talk about the inflation and the rising food prices and the price of oil. it is inescapable anywhere. so your ears should be stuffed with these news articles everywhere.

thoughts for today -
deficiency of vitamin D creates osteoporosis (i don't think that's how you spell it). anyways, so i tried to check the source of vit D. all i could find is the sunlight. and got pretty frustrated, for one who is within the enclosures of the office wall 12 hours a day, sunlight is a pretty scarce thing to consume for vit D. so lemme know any natural food that could give me that extra Vit D.

If one is bored with the drag hindi or english movies, alfred hitchcock is the answer. put on one of his hundreds of directions and you is sure for an entertained evening. he is damn good. What a person! what a director!

welcome back!

this is a welcome back to me as well.
after marriage and a long long break from the world of blogs and bloggers, i have to welcome myself back to this screen which i doubt anyone reads at all.
so by sense of pity to this lonesome existence of satelliteblue, i decided to continue it.
did i tell you about my verandah?
well, i had always wanted a verandah to my room, why? because you definitely see one in one of those hindi movies you so much cherish as a child. so, the sequences the lead actor and the actresses have on verandah is quite classic ones running from dilip kumar, romeo juliet to the modern day shahrukh blowing kisses or...that's all modern i got. no updates on the movies beyond shahrukh. no i don't recognize the hundreds of new faces that have cropped up in the hindi movie screen in the last one year.
so, as i was rambling about the verandah business, i had always wanted one. but now, that i have one, i don't see much use of it. this brings me to the basic fact of life, which reminds me one of my grade three readings which used to have a moral..one of the moral stories basically that it is not the objects that give you pleasure, it is how you use it. it is all in the mind.
well, i know, this sort of idealism does sound a too hi-strung to be in one of those moral stories. well, let me own up, i am not in the right frame of mind, given my headache, a hectic day and the fact that it's past eleven already and i should be up by five tomorrow. so long, don't read through this jumble. i will have cleaner one for you in a few days. so long.
and thanks vid for all those inspiring words. some times you just need one more sentence in the mail to start writing again.
happy thursdaying.
PS. is this my third wecome back blog or is it the fourth one? who cares. duh.

Ramble on

Experience counts a lot. That’s what I feel and everyone else I suppose. That’s why they count experience when they give a job to some person. But with the cover, with everything artificial covering us all, we forget the gist of things. We forget that we are all just tiny living creatures on this infinitesimally small planet in the huge huge huge universe called the earth. And that our ego, our sorrows, our cries are such small specks of dust that it wouldn’t even count. It wouldn’t matter whether you wear a blue tie or a red one to that party damn it…it just wouldn’t matter. Yet it matters, because the world we live in is small and we do everything small. It pains if we have the tinniest scar. We cough when those microscopic viruses enter our system. It matters. And it leaves me bewildered – the enormity and microscopic-ism of nature!

Yet, I have a complaint when people all around just forget our smallness in the whole big picture and just remember their bigness in this small world. What scares me is that they are ignorant about the fact that it is a small world and that we are vulnerable – extremely vulnerable to the rest of the universe that is so big big big. We are living – balanced by such complicated – no where to be found resources and we brag!

We are pathetically vulnerable to the ozone and the oxygen and the water and the land. Yet we brag of the new diamond ring and the Gucci leather bag. I have a bigger car than yours and mine is a better sandal. We are lost in the world of petty things like sandals and bags, hair style and nail style, mobile phones and the latest music system – imagine!

Okay, chocolates are good. Some chocolates are v. good. Beaches are beautiful. Hiking in a cool green forest is out of the world. Wild life safari is amazing. And watching sea creatures are fascinating. And we have our own preferences when enjoying stuff – and some of them just happen to be bedecking ourselves with expensive leather goods and fur coats. When we are really into all these we forget that we are but a miniscule part of the twinkling star above us. And we sing innocently to the sibling – Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are! We fail to explain him that such a lovely twinkle but belong to a mass of various gases unimaginable to his little brain. And the little brain remains little to think of it as an innocent star of his innocent childhood.

It should be a healthy debate on how seriously we should take these issues? Should we just enjoy life – scatter plastic all around us? Dirty the rivers and lakes? Ride ac-ed cars? Or should we be a little more conscious of the Al Gore advocacy and take in the inconvenient truth?
Ramble on…